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railingsofsorrow · 10 months

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Oh my god!! I need a second part of purple scarf asap. Honestly the best fic I’ve ever read YOU DID SO GOOD.

Maybe with a little smut? I loved it wow

Green-eyed monster

[spencer reid x reader]

A/N: heey, anon! I don't write smut sorry :( but there are some hints towards it? perhaps. I hope you like it and thank you for the kind words!

summary: a consultant on a case drives you mad. the team seems to know the reason why, all except for the man with an IQ of 187. or. . . in which this is the sequel for this. it can be read as a standalone though.

pairing: s.reid x f!reader

w.c: 3.1K

warnings/content: jealousy jealousy jealousy (if the title wasn't clear enough); some light female rivalry; discussions about possessiveness; teasing; making out; allusions to sexual content (nothing explicit) and a tiny hint towards bdsm? but you blink you miss it; also, rossi's got some jokes.

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You don't lose patience quickly. You consider yourself to be a very patient person who is always questioning whether or not the situation was worthy over being stressed. It usually wasn't, so you'd take a deep breath and either fix the problem so it went away on its own or you faced it right away.

This time, you decided on the former. Because when someone keeps flirting with your boyfriend right in front of you — in a work environment nonetheless — while disrupting his personal space — really, what it is with people and not being aware of that minimum 0,5 inches gap? You do not need to be up on someone's face to have a simple conversation!

“Here.” A glass of water appears in your line of sight and you avert your attention from across the room to stare at it in confusion. Rossi is waiting expectantly beside you. “For you. You seem to need it since you keep on scoffing. Sore throat?”

That sassy Italian irony, huh?

You give him an eye roll as a response and he chuckled when you actually take the glass from his hold.

When Hotch called all of you over a case in your day-off, you didn't expect to grit your teeth as much as you were right now. You left your bed along with Spencer's warm body to go to the Bureau and have shameless flirting displayed in a public space. For godness sake.

“Agent Y/L/N.”

You really don't lose your cool over nothing.

But this isn't nothing.

Also, you do not consider yourself a jealous person, you see? But Agent Mayfield was pushing her luck.

“Yes, Agent Mayfield?” You replied in the same overly sweet tone she gave you. You're a profiler and you're damn good at your job, but it didn't need much to notice her aversion towards some people on the team, if not everyone. And you weren't the only who felt the same, given the not-so-subtly eyeroll from JJ.

The dirty blonde woman smiled at you. You didn't smile back. “You seem to have forgotten the files from—”

“It's on your desk.” You said shortly, turning back to the medical files you had to get through to find a pattern in the UnSub's M.O.

“I didn't see it.”

You hummed.

Well, of course not. If you hadn't been all over Doctor Reid than maybe you would have seen it.

“I just put it there, you can see it now.”

There was a pause, and then, “Thank you.”

“You're very welcome.”

There was a clear of throat and a soft chuckle around the briefing room but you didn't gave much thought to it. Until Derek made a comment.

“Slow down, Tiger.” He said, patting your shoulder before leaving the room with a laugh upon feeling your glare in his direction.

“Why do you need slowing down?”

You let out a long sigh. It wasn't Spencer's fault. That was completely out of the question, you knew he wasn't responding back to Agent Mayfield's flirting — he probably wasn't even aware of it, if you were honest — but the woman unnerved you 100%.

He placed your mug in front of you, the smell of coffee immediately reaching your nostrils and calming your senses. Maybe that's what your body were lacking and that's what it required to tune down your annoyance. Spencer was smiling at you and your forehead smoothed out. He's such an angel.

“Don't know,” You shrug, lifting the mug to your lips. Yes, not too sweet or watered-down. You give him a half smile in appreciation. “Derek is mad.”

“Doctor Reid, I need your input on something, do you mind?”

You refuse the scoff, looking at your side when you see Emily studying you. But someone else was inspecting your every move as well, you notice it when Spencer turns back to you after nodding in affirmation to Agent Mayfield.

“Is everything alright?” He questioned, warm fingers grazing your forearm warily. Of course Spencer knew something was off, he didn't have a major in psychology just because. He recognized your actions in a way you couldn't do it if you paid enough attention to yourself. Once, he made a comment about the supposedly meaning of when you licked your lips in different situations and you just stood there and listened, in complete bewilderment. He noticed a lot, to say the least. Not what's right under his nose, though.

“I'm good.” You shrug, grabbing one of the pictures in your messy circle of clues. You'd have to ask for Penelope's magic on this one. “You better go, duty awaits.” Your tone was extra chirpy and he just knew that was sarcasm. You know, Spencer Reid might be terrible with social cues, but he was familiar with everything that was related to you. And that edge in your voice made him slightly concerned.

Had he done something? He travels back to every single interaction from the two of you since you left his apartment — your apartment, too. You hadn't moved in (yet) but you did spend most of your time there. That place was just as yours as it was his, now. He loves saying that — but nothing out of ordinary comes to mind. You had breakfast, crawled back in the covers because it was supposed to be your day-off and intertwined your limbs for about one hour straight before Hotch made the call. You didn't look mad at him. You didn't sound mad at him when you left together, or on your way to work. Why did you sounded and looked mad now?

Fiddling distractedly with his scarf, he followed Agent Mayfield into her temporary office. She was a consultant in the newest case you were working on, Hotch brought her in because she had history with this kind of UnSub. Apparently, she went through a similar case back then.

Spencer got confused every time she asked him a question. Not that he minded, he loved to talk and loved when people seemed interested in what he had to say. But Mayfield was an expert in the area, she knew all of the questions she was asking him and he was aware that she knew because of her reaction. She was a nice person. Smiled a lot, too.

“What do you think, Doctor Reid? Am I in the right mindset?” He blinked away from the board where she had shown him a possible location the UnSub was hiding. The red dot stared at him as a sweet perfume unnerved his senses. Oh, she had gotten closer. Too close.

“Uh, yes. I believe so.” He frowned, taking a step back. She also didn't seem to get the meaning of boundaries because she stepped forward again. The smile quirking up a smirk. “Maybe—uh, maybe we should inform Hotch. Have you—”

“Doc,” She laughed, staring him up and down. “Are you afraid of me? Why do you keep waking back? I won't bite.”

“Okay,” Spencer deadpanned, swallowing hard. What was happening? He felt the table against his fingers and stopped moving back but Agent Mayfield kept on marching forward. “You—”

Tilting her head to the side, she raised a hand to touch the fabric around his neck, eyes traveling over it with curiosity and something else he couldn't translate when her blue orbs locked with his amber ones.

“Nice scarf you got there.” She purred, he could see her eyeshadow clearly form how close she was. It was starting to make him feel uncomfortable, the feeling of fight or flight arriving little by little as his hands gripped the table behind his back.

Spencer nodded nervously, “Thank you, my girlfriend gave it to me.” The air shifted as soon as he let the words out. Her movements freezing before they reached his neck. Thank god.

“Oh,” she muttered, sounding surprised and slightly disappointed “Your girlfriend?”

Spencer pulled the fabric away from her hold, taking advantage of her thoughtful stance to hop to the side and release himself from the cage she had locked him in. “Yes,” he said, adjusting his scarf around his neck. “She likes knitting.” Spencer didn't know why he said that, he didn't know a lot of things right now just that urge to flight the scene as if he was in imminent danger. “You got it all right. We should inform Hotch, this will help.” A tight-lipped smile was the last thing he sent her way before he fled the room.

When Hotch explains they're going to follow a new lead provided by Agent Mayfield, you are one of the first to reach for your bulletproof vest, until a hand curls around your shoulder.

“You're staying.” Hotch says, earning a look of disbelief from you. “You haven't been cleared for the field.” He gives you an unimpressed look which you know it means a warning if anything else.

“Hotch, it's been a month!”

“And you haven't been cleared, I need you and Garcia to work together.”

That's how everybody — but you — leaves for the newest location. The lead ends up being right and they find the man, you're in Penelope's office when they arrive back at the Bureau. It's around 10 p.m and you can't hold yourself back from yawning as you follow Penelope to meet your friends in the bullpen.

Emily's eyes glisten with something as she sees you come around the corner. She walks over to you and wraps an arm around your shoulder as you gaze at her from the corner of your eye suspiciously. “You won't believe who made the arrest.” She whispers in your ear.

You let out a scoff, “I think I have a hunch.” You mumble, eyes scanning around the room unconsciously until you find what your heart always searched for on a daily basis. Your gazes find each other and you offer him a smile.

“I was waiting for you to punch her guts, to be honest. You disappointed me.”

“I'm being professional, Emily. Not that you can relate.”

Emily flicks your forehead, and you whine playfully. “Menace. Now go talk to your lover so he can stop with that puppy dog look. It's depressing.” Your mouth stretches into a grin and you offer her your tongue in a very mature say before leaving her side to cross the room.

“Hey,” you greet Spencer with a warm smile. “Are you ready to go home?”

“Are you mad at me?” He blurts out at the same time you spoke. Confusion drew your brows together.

“Why would I be mad at you, Spencer?”

“You were gritting your teeth and your shoulders were tense which means you seemed to be holding back to snap and upset about something.” He rambled out, clutching the strap of his go-back that he hasn't even put it down yet. “Your eyebrows, they do this thing where you lift one and scoff right after.” Oh, so he noticed that to? You weren't even aware of the eyebrow twitch yourself. You weren't even going to complain about his profiling, you were more concerned about the fact that you made him feel as if he had done something wrong. Which wasn't the case. “Did I do something?” His voice lowers when someone passes by you. You decide you were to public for you to discuss the topic so you pull his wrist towards the conference room.

You shut the door quietly and turn around to face your boyfriend that carries a slightly heartbreaking expression.

“Spencer.” you called out softly, leaning your hand towards his and intertwining your fingers as you pull him closer. He lets out a sighs in relief with the way you were reacting. She's not mad anymore, good. “I'm not mad.” The promise goes out in a whisper as your hands left his to wrap around his neck. The scarf is there, it's always there. Your fingers curl around it slowly and he's too busy burying his nose on the croak of your neck to pay attention to anything else.

He makes a sound of protest when you lean away but you proceed to shut him up by crashing your lips together. The immediate reaction is to enfold your waist with his hands, you can feel his warmth when your shirt raises exposing a bit of your skin.

A smirk tugs at the corners of your mouth as you wrap a hand around his neck to create a little space between you two. It's not harsh, you're barely applying pressure on the area, but it's the reason his pupils are dilated when he glances down at you.

“I'm not mad because I know that you know who you come home to every day.” The contrast between your honeyed tone and your stern gaze is palpable, Spencer walked that path before and he knows what it means. “Don't you, love?” He's not sure which of his responses is appropriate for a work environment so he simply swallowed hard and nodded.

You hum, smile turning into a soft grin. Your whole stance shifting when you peck his lips again, adjusting his sweater vest as if absolutely nothing had happened.

Like an investigation board, every clue seems to click in his mind. The code arrives to his brain and the information was so clear that it must have looked like he ignored the signs because it was convenient.

You're jealous.

And Spencer must say, it looks quite good on you.

Before you leave the conference room you had come to hide in for a few minutes, he stops you from sliding out the room by hooking two of his fingers to the waistband of your pants and bringing you back to him. He unwraps the scarf around his neck to involve it around yours. It's not an unfamiliar action, he's done it a few times through the course of your relationship. It's something that he enjoys doing, truth be told. Except that, in a room filled with profilers, it conveys a whole other meaning. Although he just needs it to be conveyed to one person.

There's a six feet distance within you when you step back into the bullpen. Most of the people have dissipated, only your inner circle left, except from Rossi, he went home already.

Oh, and Agent Mayfield was saying goodbye to everyone as well. You had to hold back the eyeroll as she approached you. You could see JJ from above Mayfield's shoulder, cracking up beside Penelope, who was asking her to be quiet. The entire FBI building seemed to quiet down for a minute.

“Agent Y/L/N,” she gave you that fake sweet smile, showing off her teeth as she offered a hand for you to shake. You really thought about ignoring it or in throwing out the number of pathogens passed during a handshake to avoid doing it — like your precious boyfriend usually did. “A pleasure working with you. I hope the opportunity comes another time.”

You shake her hand, despite your inner protests. However, every action has its consequences, right? That's why something akin to pride bursts through your chest when her attention freezes on your neck. It's good, it's really good to see Agent Mayfield clears her throat and walk out of the room as if the best team of profilers weren't scrutinizing her every move.

“Oh, my god.” Emily mumbles, rolling her shoulders back with a groan. The atmosphere had switched from tense to a much more relaxed environment. “That was brutal.”

“I know what was brutal.” Derek kicked Spencer's chin, to which the younger replied with a frown. “The rejection you gave her. And that,” he points at you, shaking his head playfully as he throws the strap of his bad around his shoulder. “That's just possessiveness, princess.”

“Yeah, I don't know which one of you is worse, to be honest.” JJ raises her hands and turns back to grab her stuff.

Shrugging with an innocent expression, you say, “I've no idea what you're on about.” Penelope makes a joke and Hotch bids everyone goodbye because he'll try to see Jack before he falls asleep.

The parking lot is dark and the wind travels fast to bring you a cold breeze. When you reach your car, you notice the key is on your bag, that Spencer was currently carrying. Before you ask, a kiss is pressed against your temple and you're being pushed to the opposite side.

“I'm driving.” He clarifies when you look back at him with a puzzled gaze.

“You hate driving.” You say, putting your seatbelt on. “... particularly at night.”

“I don't hate it. It's just not my favourite thing to do, besides...” He gives you a pointed look after turning on the engine. “You're tired.”

“I'm not,” you replied stubbornly, but complains nothing else. You are tired. Despite not going to the field like everyone else, being on the office was just as much work.

Silence fills the car in its comfortable form. You're lulled to sleep with Spencer's harsh breaks and his soft humming to a pop song on the radio. He gently wakes you up when you've arrived in his place.

As you're fluttering your eyes open, you know the peace is about to be disturbed by the smug look in his pretty face. “Possessiveness, uh?” He murmurs, laugh echoing when you slap his arm as your face heats up. You have no idea what took over you a few moments ago. Well, you do know. But you weren't about to give in to him that easily. “You know you're the only one, right? I don't have eyes for anyone else.”

The truth slipping out of his tongue is completely unnecessary, but welcomed. Reassurance is important, even if you trusted Spencer in the tip of a cliff with eyes closed.

“I know.” You say, smiling when he leans into your palm. Drawing invisible patterns in his cheek, you pull him closer to close your gap. This time, the kiss doesn't carry anything other than tenderness.

Now it's his turn to grips the scarf, he holds both ends, tugging you impossibly closer. “And you,” he stares down at your lips, teasingly. “... you are who I'll always want to come home to. No doubt in that. Understood?”

You let out a hum in contentment while kissing him as an answer. One hundred percent understood.

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aphroditelovesu · 8 months

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Ok, so In your response to my last spiel, you mentioned that Alexander will have a zero tolerance policy towards anything that may harm Reader and her the twins, including other wives.

It does make me wonder how Alexander would react to one of the wives (aka Roxanna 👀👀👀) trying to kill our girl. I keep picturing this scenario where it's a banquet, feast or some sort of get together with Alexander, Reader, Roxanna and maybe some of the generals. Long story short, Roxanna hands Reader a cup with a 'special' drink (ie she says promotes health, will help with the pregnancy etc). Reader, being as smart as she is, and knowing Roxanna's history, is automatically suspicious. To see if it's safe she either asks Alexander to 'taste' if for her or insists that Roxanna take the first sip. In either case, it results in Roxanna frantically slapping the cup out of Reader's hand before either she or her husband gets poisoned. At that point, everyone has noticed the commotion, and have realized that Roxanna has just tried to poison the Queen.

My question to you is this: what does Alexander do next? Lets assume reader is pregnant just to make thing extra spicy.

Since requests are open again, perhaps you could do it as a reaction blurb? I'll leave that up to you though. I'm just curious as to what you think would happen next.

Thanks, and hope you feel better ❤️!

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❝ 📜— lady l: this was longer than I thought and I don't know if it's good, I liked it, but let me know your opinion, anon! Forgive me for any mistakes, love you! ❤️

❝tw: attempted murder, mention of poison, domestic violence (??), physical punishment and perhaps torture.

❝📜pairing: yandere!alexander the great x female!reader.

❝ 📜word count: 1,246.

It was supposed to be a happy and fun dinner.

Needless to say, that's not what happened.

You were sitting next to Alexander, being shown off as his beloved Queen and heavily pregnant. Everyone was hoping for an male heir and was happy for you, everyone except Roxanna who looked at you as if she wanted to stab you or, in this case, stab you in the stomach.

That scared the shit out of you.

You were already familiar with her story, about what she had done to Stateira and Parysatis, and you were afraid that she might try to do something to you and the baby.

You wouldn't let anything happen, though. Although you weren't excited about the pregnancy news at first, you warmed up to the idea and began to look forward to holding your baby in your arms. And you'd be damned if you let anyone try to take that away from you.

''Are you alright?'' Alexander leaned over and whispered in your ear. You looked at him and smiled, it was still strange calling him your husband, but you were getting used to it.

You gave a weak nod to his question.

Alexander frowned and placed his hands on your swollen belly. It was just a few months until the birth and he was so excited. He did want an heir, but he couldn't help but want to have a girl.

A little princess to love and spoil.

''We need to start choosing names.'' He joked, trying to ease your obvious tension, although he didn't know what was making you tense. Yet.

''I already gave you some choices.''

Alexander grimaced, ''Yes, you did and they are all horrible. What kind of name is Augustus?''

You laughed loudly, attracting attention. Augustus, yes, you had given him that option as a joke. Obviously you weren't going to name your child after the first Roman emperor, but it was fun to play with your husband about historical things.

''It's just a common name where I come from.''

''Hm...'' He half-closed his eyes and you touched his face gently, caressing him. Alexander purred and leaned into your hand.

This earned you a look of compassion and a furious, jealous look from Roxanna. You didn't notice and neither did Alexander, both too busy in your affection for each other.

''I love you.'' He murmured, looking into your eyes intensely.

You smiled at him, ''I love you too.''

''Let's make a toast!'' Nearchus' amused voice sounded and everyone turned to the admiral.

''A toast?'' Cassander asked with a loud voice looking into his cup of wine.

Nearchus laughed loudly and slapped his friend on the back, ''Yes. In honor of our beloved Queen, (Y/N).''

Nearchus didn't notice Roxanna's withering look at him. But you did and the pure hatred you saw in those dark eyes gave you goosebumps.

You knew that look and you knew nothing good was coming.

Everyone raised their cups, even your husband's second wife. You were the only one drinking water, even Hephaestion was drinking wine, and he was loose and happy. And that made you happy, you liked him and he was one of his closest friends and you hated seeing how haggard he seemed lately.

''I dedicate this toast in the name of our beloved (Y/N). Our Queen, sometimes soldier and friend.'' Everyone laughed as they remembered what you had done in the Indian Campaign, ''And the child she carries in her womb. May it come healthy and, regardless of gender, we will love and protect this child. To (Y/N) and the baby!''

''To (Y/N) and the baby!'' Everyone repeated and drank the wine in your honor, you laughed, feeling loved and took a sip of water.

You took a piece of bread and bit into it, satisfying your hunger. Roxanna looked at you and smiled. She took a clay jug and poured the thick, dark liquid into a cup and handed it to you.

You raised your eyebrows in doubt as you picked up the cup.

''It's for you. My doctor told me that it helps with pregnancy and helps the health of the baby and the mother.'' Roxanna explained, biting into a piece of bread.

You mentally scoffed. She didn't think you were that stupid, did she? It was insulting that she thought she could poison you in such a blatant way.

You decided to act quickly, ''Why don't you take a sip first?''

She furrowed her dark eyebrows, ''Excuse me?''

''It's a custom among my people that the person who gave you a cup must taste it first.'' You explained, handing her the cup.

Roxanna looked at the cup in your hands with hatred.

''Take it'' You encouraged her, ''or is there some reason why you don't want to drink it?''

Alexander turned his eyes to you and Roxanna, before he could ask what was going on, Roxanna slapped your hand, making you drop the strange liquid on the table.

The noisy room fell silent in a matter of seconds as Alexander stood up from his chair and fixed his eyes on Roxanna.

''What do you think you're doing?'' Alexander's voice was so cold, so lethal that you stiffened. He ignored you, focusing entirely on his second wife.

Hephaestion, who was sitting on Alexander's left side, stood up and touched the thick liquid on the table. He grimaced as the liquid stuck to his finger.

''That's...'' Perdiccas started to speak but couldn't finish.

''Poison?'' Ptolemy finished for his friend.

''How dare you?!'' Cassander growled, also standing up and glaring furiously at Roxanna. He never liked her, he wasn't oblivious to the hateful looks that Alexander's barbaric wife sent to you, to his friend. And now she tried to poison you.

Cleitus was still sitting, watching everything with a stony expression, but his hand was on the dagger stuck in his chiton. He was prepared to act, one word from you and Roxanna would be eliminated from the world.

Alexander still didn't take his eyes off Roxanna, but he spoke to you, ''Go to our room. I'll be there in a few minutes.''

You wisely decided not to disobey.

You stood up carefully and quickly looked around, watching all your friends, your husband, stare at Roxanna who looked terrified. You should have felt bad for her, but you didn't.

Not when she threatened the life of your unborn baby.

Once you were out of sight, Alexander addressed one of the guards stationed at the entrance to the hall, ''Take the whip.''

Roxanna's small body shook in fear at her husband's words. Her shaking legs gave way and she fell to her knees on the floor, feeling hot tears fall onto the dress she was wearing.

Alexander did not feel sorry. And neither do the others. She had brought this on herself.

Actions have consequences and punishments must be applied. And Alexander would not tolerate anyone threatening your life or that of his unborn child.

Alexander felt satisfaction fill his body as the guard brought out the whip and positioned himself behind a desperate Roxanna's back. He watched with satisfaction as the whip hit her sensitive skin and felt satisfaction when he heard her screams of pain.

Roxanna was to blame for her own pain and the scars that were forever marked on her skin were true proof of that.

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savnofilter · 8 months

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Wet Dreamz | Katsuki Bakugo

Pro Hero!Katsuki Bakugo x Pro Hero!Black![FEM]Reader

CONTENT WARNING(S): sexual content, mutual (?) pining, hint of infidelity, bakugo & reader are a duo, reader is in their head a LOT, clubbing, grinding, shifty hands mentions of perversion, voyeurism, fingering (m->f), making out, blue balling, mentions of infidelity, slight sero x reader, bakugo & reader are basically playing cat and mouse.

WORD COUNT: 10.8k words (45 mins).

I/B: wet dreamz by j. cole | wired interview w/bts

READ MORE: masterlist + [bakugo & students masterlist]

KEY:

y/n = your name.

l/n = last name.

h/n = hero name.

h/n/n = hero nickname.

c/n= country name.

g/s= grading system.

h/t = home town.

"italics" = words in full quotation marks is indicated as English.

bold = words in full quotation marks is indicated as your native language.

A/N: just because ie didnt want reader to just be a american, i left things like talking in native language to be up to interpretation. almost everything is up for interpretation in this one lol. slowly tryna get used to writing real stories instead of just fuckin. makes me wish ie was doing this earlier because it's actually really fun to think stuff up for stories. not rushing and getting smt out to have it out lol. the lyrics are… interpreted in a different kind of way, sort of play on words if you will. anyways hope y'all like it! i sure did. 🫶🏽 thank you anon!

"Cameras rolling in—"

The camera crew were finishing the set up in the background, the makeup stylists were adding their additional touches and you only had a few seconds to mentally prepare for your filming.

"Three, two …. !"

Snap.

"Hi! My name is Y/N, better known as H/N!"

"And I'm Bakugo Katsuki, also known as Dynamight."

"And we are here with WIRED to answer the web's most searched questions!" You two finished the cut unanimously.

The camera cuts to you as you turn to him with a nervous jitter, still with the joyful appearance you always kept. "I'm pretty nervous, people are wild these days."

H/N.

A hero that represented what it means to be a young, headstrong role model. A hero that was from a country outside of Japan whom Bakugo was immediately infatuated with upon first meeting.

L/N.

His interest in your last name marked your own culture, despite being foreign to him. The name you didn't say as you introduced yourself to the camera.

Y/N.

Your first name that he is always itching to say, practicing day and night how it'd finally roll off his tongue when you two could get to that stage. Today seemed to be that day.

You two had been paired up as a duo for about over a year now for some hero promotions and the chemistry between you two had been gradually growing. Indeed, you did not speak much as you had initially expressed not being confident in your Japanese abilities when you moved to Japan, but he is deeply impressed by your determination to continue learning the language.

"Oh! The boards are in English, I might excel in this." You joke, towards the camera.

"You excel in a lot of things, H/N/N." Bakugo promptly responds and he's just as quick to move on after he pulls up the cardboard and tilts it to the side, ready to officially start the interview off. Your lips purse together as you swallow the budging feeling to crack a smile at the personal nickname. Bakugo always had a knack for nicknaming people, but hearing yours out loud in front of everyone else gave you an entirely different feeling. One you couldn't place.

"Who is in…?" The blonde-haired male tilts the board as he reads it, proving his dexterity as he also rips the label off to reveal the rest of the first search. You could tell he was struggling a bit and you move your head to read it as well.

"Firecracker," You finish off with a smile, sitting closer to the edge of your seat as you look at it. "Although we just introduced ourselves, I'm sure we can spruce it up a little?"

Bakugo takes the initiative with a subtle nod, using his other hand to gesture to you as he introduces you for the repetitive round of introduction.

"This is, Y/N or "better known as" H/N. One of, maybe, only heroes I can tolerate."

You can't help but laugh at his rendition, nodding your head as you adjust yourself in your seat. "The honesty, wow! We have, uh," You turn more to your side, looking him up and down before looking into his eyes. "Lord Explosion Murder: Dynamight? But you may know him as just Katsuki." You look back at the cameras as you finish, a bit of sass as you conclude.

Katsuki.

The way you said it just sounds so much better than when anyone else says it.

An unexpected chuckle comes from him as he teases you back. "I think I liked my intro better than yours." He rips off the next label and turns the board for you to read.

"Who in Firecracker got their quirk first? " You hum and look up at him, face full of concentration now. Bakugo's gaze is completely focused on your face as you go into deep thought, scarlet eyes taking in your change of expressions. His gaze follows your body and takes in the details of your outfit, the volume in your hair, and the way that the makeup stylist (fortunately) did you justice that properly accentuated everything beautiful about your skin tone and features.

Bakugo was starting to like everything about you, and he was starting to crush hard.

"I think I got mine in, uh…" You roll your eyes to the right as you look back at the camera, perking up as it comes to you. "I guess at five years old… you guys would call it during yōchien. For me it's called, "G/S". How about you, Katsuki?"

He's smug in response, puffing up his chest as he looks into the camera with pure arrogance. "Four years old. That means I win this question."

"I didn't know we were competing." You joke back.

He soon peels off the last question for the section, turning the board to him to keep it to himself. "I want to read it."

"Oh, okay…"

"Who is the strongest in Firecracker? " Before he's finished with the question you're already grinning and pointing towards Bakugo. He scoffs and rolls his eyes, throwing the bit of paper on the floor and adjusting himself in his seat, his demeanor flustered if you were paying close attention to him.

"We're both fuckin' strong. Give yourself more credit."

You double-blink as you try to rack something up to say. Bakugo has never complimented you before—at least nothing more than "good work today" or a "nice job out there" or something along the lines of that. You did notice lately he's been more communicative with you, but you chalked it up to the fact that maybe he can tolerate you more now with the fact your Japanese is getting better. Still, you had no compass or direction to tell what he was feeling at any given moment.

To your rescue, an exasperated callout comes from behind the cameras, making you laugh out as well as the camera crew behind the director.

"Watch the potty mouth, Bakugo-kun!"

You give Bakugo's shoulder a light push, immediately going to grab the next board for a visual excuse for your nervous fiddling. "We both know how incredible your strength is! I'm being real."

— ✮ ★ ☆ —

The rest of the recording went pretty well, and the chemistry between you two was undeniable. It seemed as though the longer the shoot went, the more comfortable you two got with each other. It hadn't hit you until now that you and him never really talked before.

Of course, it's not like you two ignored each other, no, that wasn't the case. But finding out things like what his favorite meal is during a movie, or why he loved hiking so much made you want to learn more about him. He is also much funnier than you had thought.

You were pretty aware of the rabid fanbase that followed him consistently. The fan edits, the stans, the ones who truly believed they were going to marry the young man. The thought made you cringe as you thought back on your first reaction upon hearing that you two were being paired together for this joint project.

"This will be a great opportunity to reach a further fanbase across the globe in countries that love to support their favorite superheroes!" Your manager exclaimed in excitement before wiggling her brows as she nudged you. "And by support, you know what I mean…"

"Financially?" You finished her sentence, an uninterested look on your features.

"Yes! This will be such a big break for you. Think about it -- they see you paired with one of their top heroes. One, they'll think you can keep up with him. Two, this is an opportunity to grow your exposure as a fairly new hero on the scene. But third, and most importantly the country relations." She looked at you with a serious look this time, her gaze strong.

You scoffed at the implications of the "perks". You were sitting still in the comfort of your manager's old office, your unmoving reaction giving her an insight into how you had truly felt.

"Look, I know you like to be on that 'I can do this myself' tirade, but this will look great. For both of you."

"But at the expense of me though," You crossed your arms and looked down at your feet as you couldn't help but feel blindsided. "I mean, you didn't even ask me. I have never been to Japan, and I don't even know this dude. He could be a fucking creep for all I know!"

"Y/N." She said it as a warning for your tone. She sighs and softens up a bit, but still maintains her composure. "This is something that could be good for you. Think about the titles, the awards, hell even the recognition. Isn't that what you want?"

Not when it sounds like that, no. You didn't become a hero and train this much for the fame of it. You weren't an idiot, and you knew that part of the job is to get your face out there. But a part of you feared that you could become a person who would only go for things that will look good without actually doing the part.

"Do you seriously think you'll be some big-shot hero while staying a nobody in here? We need to expand."

You scoffed at her wording, eyes flickering up to look at her in offense. "So you think I can't be successful on my own?"

"Y/N-"

"I get that there isn't much of a demand here, but I feel as though I am fulfilling my duties. I don't need to be famous to make an impact. I like it here."

"You aren't thinking long term. There simply isn't enough demand, and that has to change. I know it's hard but you have to trust me." She reached across the desk to hand you the papers, the gesture not received on your end.

Sasha called out your name as you muttered a dismissal from the meeting. You stood up as you gathered your stuff from her desk, packing up the discarded papers and other supplies. You knew you were being dramatic, but rightfully so. This was never discussed, nor did you ever think you would have to live in a foreign place. It was so painfully random and left field that you couldn't help but feel slighted that such a big decision was already made for you. Especially where foreigners weren't exactly welcomed and that thought alone made you nervous.

That night was hazy if you remember correctly. You didn't have anything to attend to, you just wanted out. You were worried sick about this new endeavor. You would have to say goodbye to everything you had built at home. The community, the friends, the experiences. All for this opportunity. You were an emotional mess and honestly, as you cringe thinking about it now, it wasn't that serious but it sure felt like it. You were only given a year to brace yourself for the inevitable, train, say goodbye to the people you were used to seeing every day, and on top of that, learn a whole new fucking language.

One thing you did remember correctly though was your manager calling you to check up. When it had slipped up that you were currently out drinking and sad about yourself, she hopped in her car and immediately came to your rescue to pick you up before you could do something stupid. The car ride was silent as she didn't want to chew you out then and make you feel any worse than you already did. When the time was right, she had thought up something to say. It was her words that stuck with you that made you start to reconsider this business decision.

"Listen, if I told you, I know that you would say no," Sasha said as she held your hand, voice softer than ever. "But I know you deserve better and bigger than this." She sits up a bit in her chair that sat on the side of your bed and properly tucked your hair back into your hair cover. "It's not because I don't think you're incapable. It's because I know you would stay here in this small town without growing and staying in your ways."

"But I like it here… I like the people. My family is here… the community needs me…" Your voice cracked at the end as tears started to spill from your eyes. "I can't just leave. it's more than the accolades, the fame. I want to make a change and I c-can't do that if I'm not here."

She hums as she brings you in for a hug, a twinge of hurt coming from her. Sasha felt awful seeing you like this, and she was aware that even when in her best intentions her decisions could be harsh. Even if she wanted nothing but to see you succeed, she wanted you to be happy too.

"Listen," She starts as she wipes your tears. "We'll figure something out, okay? You won't be abandoning this place. If I can secure a deal like this, I'm sure I can sway some more from the company to get you happy. Alright?"

You meekly nod, your overflow of emotions never stopping as you can't calm yourself. You were too destroyed to come around to the idea. You were terrified of the turn of options and all the drinking you did that night did not help one bit. You are so used to being well-liked, what would the world offer when you change from a small hero in your H/T to a big international one? To what lengths did you have to keep giving yourself up to make the higher-ups happy? Were you in over your head choosing this path?

These questions were justified, but it all came back to the same common theme: boxing yourself in. If you didn't want to do this, you would've called it quits long ago. But here you were, and even with all the villains you've taken down, this seemed scarier. Nothing is more frightening than putting yourself somewhere you are emotionally vulnerable. And for the lack of a better word, alone.

You'd have to start again, meet new people, start a new routine. How would you be able to adapt?

"You'll have a year and some change before you go over. I've already been scouting for the best Japanese tutors out there." She pulled back when it seemed as though your sobbing had subsided and she smiled. "I'll get you the best of the best and I'll be damned if you're not taken care of."

You nodded wordlessly and wiped the tears from your cheeks. She handed you your water bottle once you sit up, a hand on your back for support.

"So think about it, please. I know it's scary to think about, but this can help you. Seriously." She stands up and tidies up the area before gathering her stuff. "And you won't be alone, remember that."

She smiles before closing your bedroom door leaving you to your muddled thoughts.

Later on, it was revealed that your pairing would have the "organic" formation. You two would be put together for a few big missions and soon enough when the public would notice, that's when the process of being in a semi-duo would take effect. Your manager made sure to stress how it was important the two of you kept your individual identities to cover all basis. No fan will be completely pushed out of their comfort zone while you two could rely on each other when the job needed it. The other part of the deal was that you would be able to work almost more than half of the year in Japan whilst being able to use the other days to visit back to your country and most importantly your home town.

It was a win-win and you couldn't thank Sasha any more than you did when she relayed the news. When recounting it, you can vividly remember the amount of relief that washed over you to the point it made you emotional again. The feeling of embarrassment had also risen to the surface and you profusely apologized about the prior outbursts to the initial news. In manager fashion, she hushed you before reassuring you that it was her job to get her client right and out there. If you didn't have her, you honestly weren't sure where you'd be right now.

But unfortunately, the things you overthought about weren't exactly wrong either. Most of the things that popped up in your head had come to fruition, some worse than others. Being in a duo with a male counterpart was rough. Especially if he was hot young and (seemingly) a bachelor. People didn't like to see their fave with the opposite sex who seemed to be of that same description with the added addition that they don't come from the same background as well.

Recently after the WIRED interview, the fans were starting to come along to the idea much more than it seemed. Many more positive comments were starting to pop up online and now the public perception of your pairing was really starting to kick off.

There was a mixture of comments that ranged from, "Wow! They look so cute together" "You have to admit they do get the job done" to "I fucking hate XYZ" and we don't need to address the vulgar ones…

Of course, at first, you use to read those comments for hours. You'd be stuck on an unhealthy loop, emotions from high to low as it seemed there was never a day that didn't have all kinds of comments and interactions. Some days are better than others, and some days you'd have to force yourself to log off and do other things in your life. But all in all, the interview seemed to be a hit so now both your agencies are scrambling to book more to boost engagement.

You sigh as you stretch out onto your couch, thinking about how two years have been both hell and a blessing. You stare up at your ceiling as your phone locks, setting it on your coffee table.

The idea to message Sasha as you recounted past and recent memories started to poke at you. You still hesitate on the action though considering the fact you know she's always busy with her schedule. You feel a buzz and you pick up your phone, the text catching your attention.

Sasha-Sama 👯‍♀️

Are you up for going out today?

[->] Sent 13:34.

'speaking of the devil….' you smile and swipe up to correspond to her message.

You

depends. what am I leaving for?

[✓] Sent 13:35.

Sasha-Sama 👯‍♀️

I've got a client I want you to get closer with.

Management says it'll be good for you to get more acquainted with the heroes here. You might actually like her.

[✓] Sent 13:41.

You hum in curiosity, thinking about it a bit before replying.

You

who is it?

[✓] Sent 13:42.

Chat bubbles pop up on your screen and you watch as she types up her response. Today you were taking a very much-needed break for the week and you weren't too sure if you wanted to go out and do some crazy amount of networking.

Sasha-Sama 👯‍♀️

Mina and a few others are in the top 10 for Japan.

You may have met her already, at those galas a few times.

[✓] Sent 13:47.

Your brows quirk up at the name. You're quick to open Instagram, wanting to see a more personal image of her than the one you would see from a search engine.

Oh.

Yeah, you remembered her. She was lively for sure and everyone around her seemed to like her as well. Her page was a mix of official posts and personal ones, perfectly balancing out professional and niche drives to curate an audience. There were even a few posts that were shitposts too.

You were intrigued. Now that you thought about it, you didn't have any friends here… like at all. You spent most of your time focused on work, and if not that, then interacting with your fans in person and online. When you weren't doing either of those things, you were studying Japanese. Surely the studying paid off though with the additional advantage of living in the environment to grasp the content. One could even call your behavior shut-in, but could you blame yourself? Even with your determination to get yourself out there, it was hard. You were still trying to adjust to all of this, and you haven't hit your time mark to visit home just yet. Hell, you can't even remember the last time you got laid.

Your phone dinging catches your attention again and you realize that you hadn't got back to your manager yet.

Sasha-Sama 👯‍♀️

So is it a yes? I will be forwarding your number to her.

[✓] Sent 13:56.

You think a bit before coming to a decision but you need a bit more info first.

You

yes for now, but who else will be there?

you mentioned something about a few others.

[✓] Sent 13:59.

Sasha-Sama 👯‍♀️

Well, I know that Bakugo will be there, but I am not sure who the other people are. Just got in that it's actually not just the top 10, just a few other heroes around the province as well.

[✓] Sent 14:02.

You hesitate at the information on your screen. Bakugo is going to be there? You're not sure why, but a sense of anxiousness starts to flood you as you start to think about him in such a casual setting. You blink a few times as you rub your forehead, now starting to rethink your decisions.

Sasha-Sama 👯‍♀️

Y/N, you will be fine. I'm sending a car to pick you up at 18:30. Wear something… "cunty" and cute. There might be paps there so look good pls. 👀

[✓] Sent 14:05.

You groan loudly at her text and almost want to throw your phone. Is she for real? Even when you need to go out to meet people, it's still about your image. You wanted to text her your thoughts, but a better part of you knows that this outing is probably for your good. You just hoped that these people weren't controversial and this wouldn't be hard work to clean up anything that comes along with their bullshit. You doubted the idea as you remember how much your agency wants to push you to the public. Anything that could be a blip in your appearance was always scrapped and replaced. They were your last safety net to coast safely in this whole hero-ing thing if you were being honest.

You

Sasha… 😐

"cunty"??? PLEASE.

[✓] Sent 14:09.

Sasha-Sama 👯‍♀️

↳ Liked your picture.

🤷🏾‍♀️

Love you, N/N! And stay safe, you know to call me if anything is going on. 💪🏾

[✓] Sent 14:11.

You jokingly send a thumbs down in retaliation to her message, albeit hearting the message as you know she means well. Turning your head to the side, you find yourself staring back at your TV's black mirror. You still had a lot of time left so you decided to at least start prepping for the evening ahead of time.

To prevent the inevitable disruption of hunger, you make your way into the kitchen and decide to get something to eat. You prepare leftover protein to eat with noodles that you've wanted to try all week. It's like when you think of mixing a food combo but take forever to put it into fruition. In anticipation of your ingenious meal, you eagerly await its arrival as the smell taunts you as you wait.

Once it's done you are in no rush to scarf down your food. You even sit down at one of the high chairs on your island with a half-awake presence. It was no surprise that you woke up late today due to the fatigue that comes along with being a pro-heroin. You couldn't even recount the last time you sat down and ate a meal like this. Back in the day (why did you age yourself like that?) when you were in, H/T, you always had enough time to do everything. To experience everything. Yes, you felt blessed to be here even with how hard it's been, but to be able to just sit and relax was a whole new feeling of euphoria you haven't felt in a while. The feeling was pretty nice.

You scoff as you try to think about how things can change so fast. As you blankly stare at your surroundings, you map out the different things you should get to make your penthouse more "homey". It was a very nice and very, very, very expensive place. One that you were definitely not paying for yourself, one that your company took the liberty to do. You have only been able to get the basic things you need for a living space, and only some decorations to truly make it yours. Hell, you even had more clothes than furniture and dishes combined. But that was thanks to sponsors and of course, having to properly ration your paychecks. You had to admit your living space being taken care of for you was an immense help to begin with so you didn't want to complain too much.

Your phone buzzing on the couch successfully gains your attention and you can't help but sigh in annoyance. One thing to also note about being in Japan is that you were practically on call all the time. There was a reason you couldn't leave your phone on silent. You finish up your current bite before hopping down from your chair and trudging your way to your device. You light up upon the contact on your screen. It's an unknown number but the person messaging you makes themselves known in their message.

XXX-XXX-XXXX

hiya! this is Mina!! heard you were coming out with me tonight! 🤟

hope this is the right number lol

[✓] Sent 14:39.

You

Hey! Yes, this is the right number, haha.

My name's Y/N :)

[✓] Sent 14:40.

Mina

your name is SO CUTE! it really suits you <3

[✓] Sent 14:41.

Your heart flutters as you receive the compliment, a giddy grin spreading across your lips as you get more eager to contact her.

You

Thank you! I could say the same for you 🫶🏽

[->] Sent 14:42.

Your thumbs hover over your screen as you try to think of something else to say, not wanting the conversation to die so fast. She hasn't seen your message yet and hopes something comes out of this interaction. Deciding not to stress about it too much, you resume finishing your meal.

So many thoughts run through your mind as you try to prepare yourself for tonight. Even in your hometown, you didn't frequent clubs or bars often, especially not with well-established individuals your age either. It seemed as though Mina was nice enough but you had to factor in the fact Bakugo was going to be there. Then it was also the added stress that other people you didn't even know would be there as well.

You still have no real idea of Bakugo. He seemed pretty reserved, almost goody-two-shoes-like. But honestly, you're sure you gave off the same image as well. Something about him just gave… in the clean. Saying innocent felt like a stretch but you were starting to lean towards that with his mostly clean record. But that could easily be attributed to the fact there was no doubt his agency was probably paying out-of-pocket to keep the shit he does on the low. Maybe you should take it upon yourself to look into him…

Amid your inner thinking, you had decided to clean up the kitchen after your brunch. Having just finished eating, you are now cleaning your dishes. Some dishes were left in the sink and strewn about, but the place thankfully wasn't a pigsty. You rest your hands on the edge of the sink, thinking about the many ways tonight can go before reminding yourself that any time you have tried to predict the future, shit has always gone left field. You hum as you shut the tap water off when you finish and push off the sink to find a towel to dry your hands with. You make your way back to your phone and sit down on one of the high-up chairs as you check your phone.

Mina

this is sort of sudden, but do you want to go shopping with me tonight? figured you don't have that many friends anyways

we can get to know each other!

[✓] Sent 14:57.

Well damn. She ain't have to say it like that. You feel a tad embarrassed at the wording but make up your mind anyway. You itch the back of your neck as you reply immediately.

You

Of course! I would love to. When should I get ready?

[✓] Sent 14:59.

Mina

i figured you'd say yes lol. omw what's your address?

[✓] Sent 15:00.

Your brows shoot up at the late notice and hesitate a bit. You look at the time before deciding to go along with it anyways.

You

000-0000 Shibuya-ku

[✓] Sent 15:03 P.M.

Mina

sweet! will be there soon 😉

[✓] Sent 15:04.

— ✮ ★ ☆ —

"Hey!" Mina calls out from her car as soon as the windows are rolled down. "You are so much cuter in person!" She unlocks her doors and gives you a wink as you bashfully laugh at her friendly flirting.

"Thank you, you too." You smile as you get in and adjust yourself. You look around as you get settled and admire the layout. You still have yet to get your license and being driven around could sometimes get tiring.

"I was thinking that we should go to that new store in that big shopping district mall in the district. They usually have cute stuff on sale there." Mina suggests. She expertly pulls off and looks over at you with a grin before reaching over to playfully nudge you. "No need to be so tense around me! I totally get you are probably really nervous. Don't worry, I can get you hooked up." She smirks as she looks back at the road, giving you a small glance before she finishes her thought. "In more ways than one…"

"A-Ah, I'm not too sure about that one." You nervously laugh. "If I'm being honest I haven't done anything at all since I've been here… especially, that."

With the gasp she let out, you would think that you just told her you work for the League of Villains. As she reaches a red light she looks over at you with a shocked look, completely flabbergasted at your admission.

"Are you serious?!"

"Completely."

"Not even joking?"

"I am so serious."

"...how?" She looks away completely in silence and scoffs. "Doesn't matter anyways, we'll get you laid in no time~"

You chuckle at her determination and shake your head. "To be honest I'm not really in the mood for that stuff… I kind of like being by myself. It's way less stressful."

"Well, no one said you have to be committed. A little fun once in a while doesn't hurt."

You hum in agreement and rest your arm on the armrest. Mina wasn't completely wrong, but you were totally out of the loop by now. You had to leave behind all of your suitors and sneaky links in H/T. Even then you were too busy with work. There were moments when you wanted to get out there for some sort of excitement to ease your boredom, but nothing ever came of it. Your desire to relinquish your needs always ends with you, your toys, and your imagination. A bit devastating if you think about it too hard.

The bustling shopping district Nina talked about isn't too far from your place and you have also learned that Mina lived pretty close to you as well. There are so many people moving about; lots of people doing their things and plenty who seemed to recognize you both. Luckily, she knew of some ways to avoid crowds.

By the time you two had made it to the mall, basically half an hour and then some had passed. Mina sucked her teeth as she looked at her phone to check the time, her manicured nails tapping against the screen as she spoke to you.

"Ah, who cares? The place is pretty laid back. Being a little late might make you look cooler."

Mina had persuaded you to stop by her favorite boba cafe near the newly opened stores. And surely after reassuring you a bit, she had convinced you to let her take care of the spending for today (although you decided in your head that you'd pay her back).

She grins at you as she finally puts her phone away to look at the menu board. You watch as she effortlessly orders her usual at the kiosk. You attempted to keep up with her movements but it proved to be a difficult task. This pink-haired girl was much more assertive and bold than you thought she would be. Everything she did was done with such confidence and carefree energy that you felt mesmerized by how she carried herself. Though her bluntness did shock you a bit from time to time. The way she talks to you is like you two have known each other for years instead of the fact you two have only greeted each other in passing at formal events. It was her unique sense of being a girl's-girl that made it much easier to get more comfortable with her.

The wait for the drinks doesn't take that long and soon enough you two are on your way to the clothing store. You admired everywhere around and swore to yourself to go out more often. You hadn't realized all the cool stuff you had been missing by just focusing on furthering your career. You were pretty amazed at how the store you were visiting occupied two whole floors, with another giant store on top of it as well.

You and Mina were separate in the store since you two were looking for different things. You were looking for a new pair of bottoms while she looked for accessories on the floor below. You mindlessly sifted through the clothes on the racks not sure what you were looking for specifically. Periodically you'd look out the window and admire the view outside, the day's sky shifting to a more dreamy sunset tone. The music you couldn't recognize softly played in the background, but the ambiance of the 2000-early 2010s feel certainly encapsulated the store.

You find yourself humming softly to the tunes though, a bit shocked that you could understand some of it. Some songs and artists you could recognize while some seemed to be either Japanese or from a different place entirely. As you paid half attention to the clothes while the other half tried listening to the music, the next artist that comes in makes you stop. You're unmoving in your spot and look around as you listen closely, a smile spreading across your lips as the tune properly makes its way to your ears.

It was a song from J. Cole and shockingly enough it was uncensored too. You lightly laugh to yourself as they tend to do this, playing foreign songs with the cuss words on full blast without a care in the world. You couldn't quite place your finger on which song it was though and it seemed as though the song was about to finish anyways.

Soon enough you can find a pair of pants that would suit the outfit and idea you had in mind have half a mind to try it on. You find your way through the options as the song unfolds, looking at the different clothes on your way to the dressing rooms. You softly hum along to the song although making sure not to be too loud. Lord knows you already stick out like a sore thumb, but god, you did love a good J. Cole song.

As the unnamed song comes to a finish, you are on your way to find the dressing rooms. A courteous attendant asks normal customer service questions before leaving you to be in your presence. It's not long before the next song plays and it so happens to be another J. Cole song, except you knew this song very well.

You breathe out a laugh as the intro starts to play and you have to keep your excitement in. You could hear the song much clearer in this section as it was more closed in than the rest of the other area. Despite the music being clearer now, the faint chatter around did indicate you were not alone, and many people liked this store as well.

'note to self: find the furthest stall to avoid any confrontation with anyone else.' You thought to yourself and continued your venture to the furthest spot.

By the time you had made it to the back, it seemed like there was one last stall at the end of the hall. At first glance, it seemed as though it was empty, but as you grew close, you noticed the door was ajar. You had half a mind to barge in but what you saw in the changing room made you freeze.

A familiar tuff of blonde hair and a toned figure dawning in a dark green tank that complimented his tan skin caught your eye. Your gaze followed the chain that adorned his masculine neck, his strong shoulders were next to fall into view, and his well-defined back that his shirt that perfectly molded to his skin was last. You could see he was hunched over in a position that didn't seem as though he was trying something on, but still moving nonetheless. A soft gasp that's immediately hushed makes you look up and your eyes widen. The sound was way too feminine, and it certainly was not from you. Another noise makes you squint, trying to see what was going on.

"Stop teasing me," She whispers to him and that's when you finally realize what the hell was going on.

Before you could turn around a pair of eyes makes contact with yours through the reflection of the mirror and you suck in a quiet breath at the fact now you have been caught. The reflection of his deep scarlet eyes showed no direct emotion and you couldn't read what he was feeling, much less thinking. His movements continued without faltering though and another soft sound of encouragement followed his actions. One thing was clear and there was no mistaking it: you could see him and Bakugo could see you. You know that you should leave. However, now you are dangerously curious and confused. The worst part is that you were frozen in shock.

Prettily manicured fingers lightly glide over his shoulders and trace his tanned skin before finding its way to lose itself in his hair. You could hear her question what he was looking at before guiding him to pay his full attention to her once again. It's when he breaks eye contact you can finally break out of your trance.

It was at that moment that the song over speakers reached your ears again and the irony that hangs through the air is almost laughable. No longer wanting any part in listening or seeing this go down, you swiftly turn around and walk away pretending nothing happened in the hope to find the furthest stall away from him.

When you find a stall you immediately close the door and throw the store's clothes onto the side. You rub your temples and close your eyes, another sigh leaving your lips for the millionth time today. Much to your dismay, closing your eyes didn't ease the impending headache that was about to hit, nor did it halt the memory of what you just witnessed. Your mind only brought the visualization of what you just saw to the forefront. You purse your lips as it didn't help that her voice accompanied the memory.

'it started off real innocent my ass.' You thought to yourself as that part of the song over the speakers made its way to your ears. When you open your eyes you're met with your reflection in two mirrors and have no other choice but to look at yourself. You felt like you were going crazy and rightfully so! You weren't innocent yourself, no, but have some damn grace. To be so careless like that, you're starting to realize that the coworker you thought you had a general idea of is way off.

But what did this make you? You stood there and watched them. Not for long, but long enough. Long enough that he saw you. Bakugo knew you were standing there and didn't do anything about it. At first, you thought that his expression was unreadable, but the more you thought about it, you had completely missed the challenging look in his eyes.

The piercing look of instigation with a hint of his curiosity. It was as if it was a look of provocation. As if… beckoning you to try something. Or are you desperately trying to justify why you watched two people doing lewd acts to each other while you just stood there in shock? One of them being your partner in fighting against crime.

You harshly scoff and turn around to avoid looking at yourself to hopefully put off letting it run through your head any longer. You start to strip your clothes off and face the door as you get undressed. As your mind starts to clear, you hear the song playing over the speakers and can't help but humorlessly laugh at the fact the song was about to finish. It had only been what? Almost four minutes and this whole thing had you in shambles. It would've been easier to handle if you didn't have to see him so soon—as in literally a couple of hours—but nope, your dumbass decided to go out today. To, "network". To have fun.

After finishing your haul you have long forgotten any songs playing over the speaker and now you just wanted to leave this store without encountering those two ever again, actually. Unfortunately, never seeing them again isn't an option, and making sure not to cross paths with them for now will be quite the challenge.

You slam the door open and accidentally startle the other shoppers due to your outburst. While apologizing profusely you hear a familiar voice call out to you, a wave of relief hitting over you once you realize it's Mina.

"Ready to check out?" Mina asks, completely unaware of what just happened. You wordlessly nod your head as you follow behind her, ready to get out of this place as fast as possible.

— ✮ ★ ☆ —

The club's music did not disappoint. Admittedly, you have been to a few clubs here and there that completely sucked. Like… really bad. The clubbing scene is totally different and it was clear that the culture here was adversely opposite of what you were used to. Not to say that every club you went to back in H/T was spectacular, but you could at least anticipate people having a ball and throwing ass. Consequently, you were pleasantly surprised by the one you were invited to since you chalked it up to cultural differences. However, it may have just been that you needed to find places that worked for you.

As aforementioned, you and Mina did end up arriving late but it seemed as though many of the other people in your party were milling about and having fun anyways to pay attention to that fact. You met a few others that your manager had briefly mentioned and had the pleasure to meet.

The first was Momo, a hero that had lots of prestige and was very kind. She often modeled but did other charity work as well. She had offered to put in a good word for you as she deeply admired your beauty. The next was another woman, Hagakure. You had heard about her before, and somehow her outgoing presence and energy rivaled Mina's. The downside though you knew to keep your distance since she seemed a lot more.. chaotic which is why you had already known about her prior.

Then there were the other guys there. Denki who was practically Mina's partner in crime, and another one whose name is Sero. He was pretty chill, not going to lie pretty cute too. He had a level of nonchalant charm that had you intrigued. The top hero of the country who everyone knew and loved was also rumored to make an appearance, but Sero advised you not to hold your breath. It was a whole workaround just to get the top three heroes in a public setting like this even when they could find refuge in the V.I.P section such as this one. It was a miracle that the second top hero—Dynamight A.K.A Bakugo Katsuki—was in attendance that night as well. Women and even men were always trying to find opportunities to throw themselves onto their desired hero, hoping that they'll be, "the one". The thought always made you laugh at the insanity of it all. Throughout the interaction, you did find yourself swayed to chat it up with him. He seemed sweet and Sero was honestly a calm breath of fresh air compared to the vibrant personalities that you have met so far. Even with how well you two were kicking it off, it did feel like something was looming around. Almost as if someone was watching you.

You assumed that you'd be safe on the terrace as there were a handful of people out there too. When you looked around you couldn't see anyone, and it seemed as though everyone was doing their own thing and partying. You're not sure how but at a certain point you two had gotten closer in distance, thighs touching and personal space becoming slim. You'd lean into his ear so he could "hear you better", his calloused hand resting on your knee that touched his and you had to admit that you didn't want it to stop. The small amount of liquid courage was making this easier for you. The alcohol gave you a level of confidence that made your words have a lighthearted cadence to them, much more fluid than when you are sober and worrying if your vocabulary is fluent and with the trends.

"D'you wanna dance?" Sero proposed. There was a playful grin on your face and you were more than welcome to oblige.

"I'd love to."

Both of your bodies are close and you can feel his strong hands on your hips. There is no space in between and there was no mistaking that you could feel his,,, friend down there. But you welcomed it. You even pulled his arms closer and ground against him. It had been a while since you have danced like this and he was cute enough for you to let this continue.

While feeling the rhythm (and his obvious boner and shifty hands) you catch the attention of someone you weren't expecting. You're too into feeling the motions of your environment to properly be stunned but it was no mistake that it was the same guy you vowed to avoid until further notice, Bakugo. You two never break eye contact as you tilted your head to the side, the horny male behind you taking it as a sign to kiss your neck. Your brows scrunch in pleasure as his lips are undoubtedly skilled, his teeth teasing your skin numerous times but not deep enough to leave any marks. Your hands find their way to tangle in his hair, egging him on to continue.

Bakugo's eyes are intense just like you had witnessed in the changing room. It seemed as though he had no plans on breaking eye contact with you and it scared you in a way that he was unwavering. While you cowered coming across him and his presumed girlfriend, he openly stared at you. Another challenging look with confidence oozing from him. Just when a hand starts to wander a little south on your body, he starts to move towards you and now you're starting to get anxious.

Breaking eye contact, you're quick to turn around in Sero's hold, an apologetic expression on your face.

"Too much?" Sero asks, his hand coming up to wipe a strand of hair from your face and you shake your head.

"I have to run to the restroom real quick, okay?" You squeeze his hand before leaving and take a few steps before actively making your way in the opposite direction in which Bakugo was going.

Your eyes search desperately for the bathrooms and much to your relief signs were pointing in that direction. Despite all of the dancing bodies and other people trying to make it around as well, you can find refuge and go into the restroom. You immediately walk up to the sink on the furthest side of the room and place your hands on the ledge of the sink. A deep sigh comes from you as you try to calm yourself down knowing that you were starting to get too cocky outside.

What the hell even was that?

You have had your fair share of rendezvous' and sneaking around, but never have you made eyes at someone's boyfriend or whatever the fuck he was to her. Everything about today was going way too fast, and you were sure you were going to need another drink.

You turn on the water and grab a paper towel to wet, applying the wet paper to clean off your face and skin. You were right about one thing though: Sero was pretty skilled and you wondered how he was able to contain himself and not mark your skin. Had it been any other bumbling idiot, you would've had to be covering up your neck and shoulders with makeup for a good few days or so.

You bend down to catch the water instead, fully committing to the idea that you'll reapply your makeup, if any, before leaving the bathroom to get yourself together. As you try to sober yourself up you hear the door open and close behind you and pay it no mind. The running water of the sink distracts you for a hot minute before it hits you that there was no movement at all after the door had initially opened. You turn off the water and turn around, a sharp gasp coming from you as you fully take in who's at the door.

"Having fun?" Bakugo asks in a tone you've never heard before. It was deeper, a light husk to it rather than his regular monotonous or rambunctious tone. He steps closer and you back up, trying to create more space between you. He scoffs at the action, stepping forward again and watching as you have nowhere else to go. You have no other choice but to watch him slowly make his way up to you, and you aren't sure what to expect.

"Bakugo," You start but fail to continue. What do you even say to him, how do you even start? Your mouth opens and closes as you try to collect yourself making him chuckle.

"Keep going and you might turn into a fish."

His mockery successfully makes you close your mouth and glare at him. Bakugo's calloused hand reaches out and softly touches your neck, tracing where Sero's lips once were. His thumb lightly traces your skin, a low hum in approval at how his work is pretty much unnoticeable.

"You shouldn't be in here." Your voice is low and timid. He grins at your words and places his hands on your hips, pushing you to sit back on the counter behind you. You curse yourself for choosing the last sink in the corner and you curse yourself for responding so easily to his touch. "And we shouldn't be like this either." You try to reason more with yourself more than anything.

He scoffs out a laugh and leans in close to your ear, lips brushing against your skin. "Why not? It's just us."

"But that… girl?" You lightly pull away from him and place your hands behind you to support yourself. His face shows confusion for a split second when he merely pulls inches away from you.

"Camie?" Bakugo's cocky demeanor returns as he slides his hands from your hips to your thighs, parting them enough to fit himself between them. "So it really was you at the store, eh? Didn't know my partner was such a pervert."

The nerve. He was the one who left the door ajar. If anything, you should be calling him the pervert.

"I-I wasn't trying to, you left the door open." You counter back, eyes narrowing in response. He lightly shrugs before moving in to kiss the opposite side of your neck Sero left untouched and places an open kiss on your skin.

"Must've forgot."

A humorless laugh comes from you in reaction to his answer, a soft gasp following in its footsteps. His teeth sink into your skin and you are sure that, unlike your first pick for the night, Bakugo definitely left a mark. You softly whimper as he places his right hand on your waist to press your body closer to his. Your back arches into his and you move your head to welcome his rough kisses, the stimulation undoubtedly reawakening the lust you had on the dance floor. His hand on your hip grips your thigh and slips its way to the middle of your legs, wasting no time pressing the pads of his fingers against your heat.

You moan at the pressure and hurriedly press your lips together in embarrassment. Your eyes are closed to avoid making eye contact with him as you already know he was gearing up to tease you.

"Shit, when was the last time you got fucked, princess?" Bakugo grips your cheeks and forces you to open your eyes. There's no way he expects you to answer with his grip, and you're sure he's not expecting it anyways. "Soy sauce face ain't do it for ya'?"

You look up at him with a dazed and confused look, the look in your eyes making him groan. The nicknames he picked were certainly unique, and you can't quite pinpoint why he coined Sero that; much less what their connection to each other is. He was under the assumption that like him you were actively 'busy' in your free time. You certainly weren't if that wasn't evident with how receptive you are to his touch.

"I'll get you all fixed up, baby," Bakugo leans in close to your lips, "make you forget all about that dunce's face." He finishes the declaration with a kiss, his grip softening on your cheeks and then moving to your neck.

The kiss, albeit sloppy, intoxicated you. His lumps were plump and soft, a hard contrast to his strong and calloused hands that held your thigh and waist. His tongue brushes against your lower lip asking for an entrance and you gladly allow him entrance. You moan as his tongue dominates your mouth, his wet muscle caresses yours with passion.

Your hands now gripped onto his strong shoulders like that other girl once did. You can't help but think about her, your thoughts starting to cloud about the two of them. You pull away as you start to feel guilty, a string of saliva connecting you two as you part.

"What's wrong?" Bakugo wipes the string of saliva away, a soft pant to his words as he collects himself.

"I just can't, Bakugo. You have a girlfriend."

"She's not my girl, not like that," Bakugo reassures, his thumb pressing against your lip before moving his finger to press various pecks against your lips. "I ain't never did this before, but I've had my eye on you for a while." The confession shamefully made you blush. You had always thought he was attractive but never thought deeper about it. Even a few days ago from the WIRED interview you never made the move to ask or even care about getting to know him. But here you were, sitting on a random club's sink with him between your luscious thighs.

Your cumbersome thoughts start to lose their way as he leans in to kiss you again, your worries washing away when his soft lips find yours. His kiss is overwhelmingly commanding and you love it. You were used to guys taking a more passive approach with you and the lack of control his kiss held undoubtedly made you more responsive to him. Even with that distinction from before, the kiss now is more controlled this time and his composure shows he meant business now. His tongue works smoothly against yours and doesn't shy away from wrestling with yours. You were so enraptured by the kiss you hadn't noticed his left hand had slipped into the front of your bottoms, the feeling of his fingers pressing against your clothed cunt making you buck into his hand.

You whimper as he continues his stroking, your hands never letting up their hold on his strong shoulders. His fingers welcome your grinding and he pulls away from the kiss to look down at the spot between your hips and watches in interest.

"Bakugo—"

"Katsuki," Bakugo corrects you and tilts your chin down to maintain eye contact with you once again.

You bite your lip and your eyes flutter closed once he presses his fingers against your clit eliciting a breathier moan from you.

"Say it and I'll put them in, Y/N." He lets his fingers slip down to collect your slick, the tips of his fingers lightly pressing at your entrance before tracking back up to play with your clit again.

"K-Kat," Your jaw locks up at his diddling, a frustrated pout adorning your features as you try to keep up with him. "I—thought you said you haven't done this before, hm?"

He lightly laughs at your accusation, softly shaking his head at your confusion. "Messin' around like this, princess." His eyes flicker down at your movements and softly groans.

"So it's not about me being a foreigner?"

"That too," The question gets a genuine laugh from him, his brow raising in amusement as he slips in a finger whilst he answers. "used to stealing other people's girl's, not the other way around."

"Shit!" Your fingers grip his tank top and you bring him in for another kiss. His experience is clear in the way he maintains his rhythm in both his kiss and fingering your sopping cunt. Bakugo slips in another finger when you start to lubricate more, a lewd squelch welcoming in his digits.

He curls his fingers to find your soft g-spot, his touch delicate but rough at the same time. You were a vocal one for sure and he loved it. When he presses his palm against your once abandoned clit, your sounds let him know how much you appreciated the attention again. You two break the kiss when you both need time to breathe, lips still very much pressed against one another as you two take each other in.

"Katsuki, fuck-"

"You're close aren't you, pretty girl?" He hums and you nod your head in confirmation. He barely reacts when your nails press into his skin, his eyes scanning the way your body reacts to his movements and how unabashedly expressive you were. So many other women were always focused on how pretty they looked and wanted to be prettier and more memorable than the last the young man encountered. You seemed so natural and into it and he greatly admired it. His crush that he has developed on you for some time now was growing for sure and it was all by chance that it was panning out like this. At this point he didn't care if you were using him to get your rocks off, he wanted to see you like this more often.

With bliss written across your face, your orgasm washes over you in an artful visual. Bakugo had grown to love all your expressions and this one by far might be his favorite. Your brows were scrunched as you released, eyes closed and your mouth shaped like an "O". When you opened back up your eyes to look at him, he knew what you were asking for. Bakugo softly sweet-talks you as you come down, his fingers slowing to a stop before pulling from your pants to lick his fingers.

You're a mess, a light pant to your breath as you watch him lick up your essence from his digits. You move to palm his hard-on, but his other hand immediately stops you.

"Fuck me, Katsuki." You mumbled against his lips, the look in your eyes showing nothing but a lustful plea.

"Not yet, princess," Bakugo answers back in the same manner, his lips brushing against yours as a way to tease before pulling away. "Can't spoil you too much now, can I?" He gives you a look over and scoffs at your dumbfounded seemingly fucked out state.

You call out his name as he washes up and leaves you behind in the bathroom.

You sit on the counter and stare at the door in shock. Your body felt like it was on fire. Your panties were now soaked and to add fuel to the fire you were left horny as fuck.

You slump against the corner and roll your eyes in exasperation. You no longer wanted to go back out and the pull to get another drink quickly died once you found yourself getting drunk on lust from what just occurred. You press your thighs together and groan at how Bakugo successfully blue-balled you both. You knew he was hard as fuck too the way his dick pressed against your thigh confirmed it.

You tilt your head to the side to observe yourself and have to admit you look a hot mess. Your eyes are half-lidded, you weren't sure how but your hair was a mess and now your once clear neck is now adorned in marks from Bakugo's rough kisses. You look away from the mirror and begrudgingly hop off the counter, the need to go home and take a shower finally reaching its way to your nervous system.

You

hey girlie, I'm heading out for the night. thanks for hanging out with me! 🫶🏽

[->] Sent 1:24 A.M.

You make sure to text Mina to avoid any miscommunication of you randomly disappearing during the night. You took your time to gather yourself not wanting to leave until you were ready. Once you leave the bathroom, you make a beeline towards the terrace needing to grab your things before having to leave in a cab for home.

"Leaving already?" A male's voice behind you makes you turn around.

"Ah, Sero," You smile apologetically as you properly face him. "I just… I'm not feeling well all of a sudden…" It was a shit lie and you knew it. You couldn't think of a better excuse but it wasn't a complete lie either. After your encounter with Bakugo, you needed to spend the night preferably alone.

Sero nods his head and gives you a warm smile. "I get it. Could I uh… get your phone maybe? Only if you're comfortable."

"Oh!" You light up and nod your head. "Yeah, of course."

After searching his pockets, Sero pulls out his phone and hands it to you. You quickly type in your number right before getting the notification on your own device that your ride is ready.

"It was nice meeting you, Sero." You lean up to kiss him on the cheek, leaving not too long after. It was a bit hard moving through the crowd but you were able to leave, and hopefully, you would be able to go home without any trouble tonight.

But what you didn't know was some people were paying attention and saw that whole exchange.

Quite a few, actually.

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igotanidea · 1 year

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Be careful who you bring home : Morpheus x reader

part 2 is up

request/summary by anon: you know how people get pets for emotional support? reader with anxiety or fear of loneliness finds a big black cat in a park and she is just: yeah, you are coming home with me. cat happens to be post imprisonement!morpheus. he wants to argue, but she quickly takes him to her apartment which is conveniently close to the park. reader cooing to cat: who is my little baby and Matthew seeing it from the street and laughing at his boss. with 142 for reader (maybe he said something while being a cat) and 153 for morpheus.

142 was "it's just your imagination", 153 was "put me down" I might have changed the request a little bit but I hope you'll like it. Also thete is a bit of a twist/ crossover in the story. Wonder if you'll get it :D

***

„Have you ever considered getting a pet?”

The girl in her mid-twenties, dressed in comfy, black clothes sitting in front of the therapist frowned in confusion.

“A pet” she repeated “and why would I need that?”

“You know, it is proven that they have positive effect on people who suffer from depression and anxiety, so maybe this would be a good idea for healing process”

“Do you give such advice to all of your patients, doctor Raynor? Did you give such advice to Bucky, as well?”

“We both know he is not that kind of guy.”

“Really, why not?” the girl shrugged “he had some goats in Wakanda after all.”

“Stop joking around.”

“Jeez, fine. I won’t get a pet. In my current mental state I can barely take care of myself, let alone any other living being. Any other words of wisdom coming from you?”

“Not with this attitude. You may leave for now.”

“You know if I was paying you that would be the shittiest session not worth a dime.” She grabbed her coat and without a word, hands in the pocket left the room and not-so-pleased therapist.

A pet. Good joke. A four legged animal who would wake her up in the morning and at night asking for food or caress. A being that would turn her life upside down since it would require constant care and supervision to avoid destroying her apartment. Nope. Thank you very much. She was good enough by herself. Determined to get her head and broken soul back together and get clearance to get back to SHIELD and field operations. She missed that, but apparently beating up a bunch of bad guys leaves you in emotional trauma and in need of recover. Bullshit! She was an agent, for god’s sake, not a crying mess. Her attitude was far from cheerful and optimistic but just today she had to curb her murderous thoughts since one of her nieces were supposed to visit. Jemma was five years old and was still going through her princesses, pink glitter and unicorns faze. She was a challenge to be around, but definitely worth it. Her father, agent’s sister were supposed to drop her in straight to the house, but just a minute ago she got the message about the change in plans. Since the weather was beautiful and it was not often this time of the year, he took the chance for a little walk in the park and decided to meet his sister there instead of in the four walls. As she approached the park, she noticed her family amongst other walking people. Jemma was running around, picking leaved and jumping into the pools with loud, happy squeals. She could not hold back the tiniest smile on her face.

“She’s gonna get all wet and dirty and then who will tend to that?” the girl mocked while coming closer

“Hm, don’t know. I think at this point she would be someone else’s responsibility.”

“Hello, brother.”

“Hello sister” he hugged her tightly “how you’ve been? Life still kicking you in the guts?”

“I mean, when it doesn’t? You know my line of work….” Her brother was convinces she was just some regular office worker dealing with boring documents, since that was simply safer for everyone.

“Right, so mundane and ordinary…..” he rolled his eyes

“Auntie!” Jemma turned around and run straight to her favorite relatives not caring about the mud she left on her trousers while clutching to her legs.

“Hi, cupcake. Don’t you have to much energy?”

“I have so much to tell you! About the rhyme I’ve learned and some new letters I came across and my friends and everything” little girl jumped around in excitement “And I know a new magic trick dad showed me. But I still don’t quite understand it….” she frowned

“It;s ok, cupcake, we can work on that.”

“Oh, thank god. Like I said, your responsibility now. Good luck.” Girl’s brother was quick to get himself some freedom “just don’t give her too much sweets, you know how she gets after that”

“Yeah, too well. See you in a couple of hours then. Come on, Jemma” she took her niece’s little hand sticky with some mysterious substance “ let’s go home.”

If only it was that easy. They only took a couple steps when the little one broke out from aunt’s grip.

“Look, auntie, a cat!” she run over to the bench where unusually big and beautiful animal was soaking up the sun. Before he realized what hit him, he was squeezed and carried by a little pair of still sticky hands and it was visible he did not like it.

“Jemma! Leave that animal alone. It may hurt you.”

Do not refer to me as “it”. I am a male personification. And put me down! Immediately!

She could swear she heard something in the back of her mind, but let it go. After all, cats do not talk and she was in therapy for mental trouble so it was probably just her mind playing tricks on her.

“Can we take him home, auntie, he’s so sweet, please” little girl pouted

“No. Of course not, look at… him. He is very good looking, so most probably belongs to someone. Not a chance he’s a stray cat. “

“I can’t see anyone looking for him” a couple tears showed up in Jemma;s eyes. “Please, auntie, please….” Great, now she was crying out loud getting the attention of few pedestrians.

“Ok, fine, fine, just please stop crying.”

“Thank you” Jemma stopped her actions in a second and smiled widely showing the jags in her mouth. “I will carry him so don’t worry about it, auntie” she held the cat even closer not caring about him writing in her embrace.

“Just be careful so he won’t hurt you” she warned following her niece, wondering what the hell she got herself into.

I will not hurt this little mortal.

At this point, the older girl was pretty sure she was going crazy. And to think that Raynor wanted her to have a pet to help her mental health, not deteriorate it.

***

“Auntie, look, I made him pretty”

“Mhm, great” she did not even bother to look up from some records she was currently reading “wait, you did what, Jemma?” a second later she came to realization what a five-year-old girl can mean by saying “made pretty”.

“Look, auntie” said five year old was quick to get the cat out from behind and proudly present it. Despite her rather gloomy attitude the older one could not hold back a laugh. Black fur was now embellished with colorful glitter and was wearing a crown. If it wasn’t for the lack of resources at home Jemma would probably extend her imagination even more.

“Oh” she cooed “look who’s pretty boy” her grin was now getting wider and wider. She was no expert on animal behavior but the look on its face clearly indicated it was not happy with the situation.

“I wanted to give him a braid, but the fur was too short” Jemma saddened

“Don’t worry sweetie, it looks just perfect. Like a ….”

“Princess!” Jemma squealed and turned around with the cat still in her embrace.

“Don’t you both dare. This is humiliating”. Once again there was this little voice inside girl’s head.

“Ok, honey, why don’t you let go of the cat now. I got a snack for you.”

“Chocolate cake?” Jemma asked innocently while playing with her fingers and shyly looking at the floor

“Apple and carrots”

“That is boooooring. And I don’t like carrots” Jemma whined

“Well, too bad for you. I heard veggies give you strength. And then your skin looks healthy and shines almost like the cat’s fur. Wouldn’t you like to look beautiful?”

“I’d rather be smart” Jemma retorted taking her aunt aback with maturity of this sentence “but I guess beauty can help in future. I saw on TV that pretty girls always have what they want so whatever” she shrugged and rushed towards the kitchen where the snack was already waiting for her.

“Unbelievable” her aunt shook her head “but she’ll be busy for a while, so how about we get you all cleaned up, huh?” she picked the cat from the floor and walked towards the bathroom ignoring the writhing animal, who was not happy about forced wash.

Put me down! It demanded again and the girl stopped looking him straight in the eyes trying to check out if she was really going nuts.

“Oh come on, girl, get yourself together. It’s just your imagination.”

She walked straight into the bathroom and started gently combing out the fur. Surprisingly, her action bring the animal comfort because surprisingly to both of them he started purring.

***

Two hours later, tired and sleepy Jemma was picked up by her father and her aunt could finally let the cat out into the wild. It was impossible earlier since the little girl was checking on him every five minutes, refusing to drop this action.

“Sorry about today. “ she muttered opening the door “but hey, on the bring side at least you have a nice story to tell to your fellow cats. Besides, you really are a pretty animal.” maybe it was another impression or the flicker of lights, but it seemed like the cats fur became a bit reddish and he squinted. “go, now, find your owners, get home safe, fella.”

It was just a couple of hours, but the girls was actually starting to think that maybe, hypothetically, Raynor was right about this whole “emotional support pet” stuff.

***

Morpheus bristled and crossed the street. Only on the other side of the road he changed back into the anthropomorphic personification of dreams.

“Um, boss?” his loyal yet rebellious Raven perched on the branch, tilting his head slightly. If he was still human he would probably laugh himself silly.

“Not a word, Matthew. Not a single word about it. To anyone” he reached for his sand and completely ignoring further words of the bird transported them back to the Dreaming “Do I make myself clear” he made sure before entering the palace.

“Sure thing, boss. But it was funny don’t you think?”

“Hold your tongue, Matthew!”

@somest1 @pinksirensong

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reasonsmandy · 7 months

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Took you long enough

Warren Rojas x Fem!Reader

✧.* requested by anon — could you write a warren rojas x reader where it’s readers first time seeing warren not high. like she kinda realised that he’s this beautiful, adorable person that isn’t just a comedic relief side character. thanks! xx

✧.* summary — It wasn't often that you saw Warren sober, you could count the times on one hand. And on New Year's Eve when he showed himself vulnerable to you, something changed.

✧.* warnings — none.

✧.* word count — 2.5k

✧.* 🥁 — Warren's masterlist

✧.* mandy's notes — Such a joy writing this, thank you so much for the ask. Hope you like it, good reading.

Interviewer: Do you remember when you fell in love with him?

Y/n L/n: *smiles* Actually yeah…

You packed your jacket for the second time before leaving the house, wondering if you had everything in hand to enjoy your New Year's Eve at Camila and Billy's house. A few weeks ago you were all smoking on the porch of the old place where you all lived and had the idea to celebrate Billy's sobriety.

You had been the band's closest friend since they moved into the house next to yours. You were so excited by the idea of having artists like you so close that it didn't take long to be in their presence. When you met you still had no more than a supporting role in some simple jobs out there, so you spent your afternoons memorizing scripts as they rehearsed their songs.

You saved Christmas to spend with your family, but you'd be lying if you didn't say you were thinking about meeting up with your friends throughout the event.You go to knock on the door of Camila's house, strangely nervous, even though you knew that everyone there loved you very much, you still felt afraid that you were being an interruption in the get-together of friends for years. Before you can knock the drummer's voice makes you jump in fright.

“Hey bella, took you long enough.” His voice was in a different tone, you turn to look at him and see him completely dressed in black.

You take a moment to let your heart beats regulate, also taking advantage of the same to observe the man next to you. The drummer's chest was covered by a black transparent mesh shirt, his pants were also black with some metallic stones adorning them. Still on his torso was a leather jacket and his neck contained a necklace with tiny drumsticks, his curls were wet so you deduced that he had just got out of the shower.

“Fuck Rojas! You scared the hell out of me!” You say putting your hands automatically to his chest, he can't help but laugh.

Observing his face now more calmly you see him with a softer expression, almost one that you don't usually see every time you are next to him. He notices you paying more attention to his features.

“What?” He asks, his arms crossed in curiosity.

“You look different, I don't know.” Your smile widens, Rojas' presence always did that to you.

“Oh, it must be because we're all clean tonight. You know, to celebrate Billy’s thing.” He says exactly, really glad that they were doing this for their friend.

Your face drops, “Oh no, Cami didn't tell me anything… I brought, you know, nevermind. I'll just keep them in the car.”

Warren walks with you to your car, and even though you tried to hide his presence it still affected you. A few weeks ago you had spent the entire night with him on the porch of your house, after inviting everyone to dinner there, he had been the only one to stay after one in the morning.

And after this interaction there was a tension that could be palpable between you, but as the drummer was always dancing in jokes and humor in any subject you never thought it was something to discuss again. When you get to your car he rests his hand on the hood, watching your every movement, you feel nervous but he loves watching you closely.

“Just out of curiosity, what did you bring?” He speaks with a smirk, you hit him on the shoulder, rolling your eyes while laughing.

“No no no, let's keep the promise for Billy.” You close the door of your car and when you are about to go towards the door once again he grabs your hand, making you turn around.

“Are you sure? There's still time." He jokes, you grab his hand and pull him towards the door “Alright Alright, you make the calls cariño.”

Interviewer: Wait wait, but what happened the night on your balcony?

Y/n L/n: *blushes* First of all I'd like to make it clear that I was really high…

The sky was getting completely dark when you were smoking your fourth cigarette, your friends had stopped there for dinner and they had said goodbye not long ago. You exhale the smoke forward knowing you were alone, feeling the early morning breeze hit your body like a hug. As you feel the wave hit your brain, your muscles relax, and you let yourself lean on the counter while relaxedly observing the lonely street.

Warren had left with the others, but as he walked to his house he stopped at the door, Karen entered next to Graham but he didn't notice. Eddie notices when Rojas thinks twice about entering, so he watches what the drummer is going to do or what's stopping him.

“You good there?” He asks yawning, the dark surroundings making it easier for his body to seek rest.

Warren could see your body on the balcony of your house, the dim light in your room illuminated you from behind and the view he had of your figure puffing cigarette smoke was majestic. There had been a time when the drummer's dark eyes observed your person with a different affection, where just your presence caused sensations that he enjoyed discovering.

He nods to Eddie's question, turning to him. “Are you guys okay without me?”

“You wanna go back to y/n's?” Eddie asks with a smirk, weariness visible in his eyes.

He opened his mouth to respond, but he only had one answer. He nods, and Eddie does the same with pride, turning to enter the house.

You can see the curly head heading back towards your home, and you just turn your head to the side trying to understand what could have happened. You hear four knocks on the door, a pause for two more knocks and finally a light knock, you smile a little.

“It's open Warren!” You scream so he hears, and soon afterwards you hear his steps up the stairs.

You hear the silence again and turn to find the drummer watching you in the doorway, you see his chest only with the classic vest, this time the one with a donkey on the back. You approach him, resting both hands on his shoulders.

Y/n L/n: Very high…

“You're back.” You smile and he does the same, you admire his face and he feels naked under your gaze.

“You asked me to bella.” He answers, Wrapping you in his arms as he looks deep into your eyes. “Come, let's sit down.”

He takes you to the padded bench that was on your balcony, as soon as you do so, he goes towards your room.

“No Warren, please don't leave.” You complain, as you feel the drugs intensifying.

“Calm down, I'm not going anywhere.” He returns from your room with a blanket that was on your bed, wrapping it around his back and then wrapping it around him. “Estoy aquí niña, now tell me, what you wanted to talk to me about?”

“You keep appearing in my dreams Rojas.” You talk slurred, you hear him giggling and you break away to look at him.

“And what do I do, uh?” He teases you, kissing the top of your head.

“Usually we are like this, which is confusing, you know? ” He listens to you calmly, and you feel that the drugs leave your filter behind. “Because I never know if you're serious when it comes to anything. But we are like this, all my doubts and insecurities are gone and I just feel you protecting me from everything.”

“You really think I'm able to do that?” Warren feels his heart speed up, his arms pulling you closer with urgency.

“Yes, I honestly think so.” You mumble against his chest, snuggling closer. “It's just, ugh…”

“And what's wrong with it, hermosa?”

“That they are just dreams.” You speak in a whisper. Letting yourself finally fall asleep.

Y/n L/n: I mean, later he told me all that happened that night, because I remembered just flashes of it.

Warren Rojas: *smiles shyly*

Eddie Roundtree: Hear me out, everyone and their mothers knew that Warren and Y/n had feelings for each other, since day one they just connected. But on New Year's Eve, it was different.

Karen Sirko: Y/n was radiant, she looked at Warren in a way I've only seen... Nevermind *says shyly*

The rest of the band was in the living room while you and Rojas were cooking, or better, he was watching you cook. He watches you leaning on a counter while smiling at your every move, he loved watching you and you knew that and loved it.

“I know you are watching me Rojas.” You say while mixing the salad.

He comes closer, laying his body close to you. “I wasn’t trying to hide it.” He shrugs, and you roll your eyes playfully.

There was something about Warren's presence that you had never noticed before, he seemed to actually be there, by your side and one hundred percent present. You liked that.

“What was the first song you learned to play on the drums?” You ask without precepts, catching him by surprise with your sudden interest.

“I think it was something like...” He opens the cupboard under the sink, taking out two pans and pots, you immediately let out a laugh. He starts drumming a random beat that sounds more like noise. Looking at you as if he felt complete in your joyful reactions. “Thoughts?”

You burst into laughter, he smiles with his eyes shining. “So many.” You say when you finish laughing, wiping the corners of your eyes that had a little water in them.

“I always played, Mi Abuelo had a drum kit and that's where I started to learn. Ever since I was a kid, I would go there and pretend I knew what I was doing. Until I understood how the basics worked, and from then on, well... It became my fixation, it was all I wanted to do twenty-four hours a day.”

You smile genuinely in awe. “You were definitely born for this. Seriously, you’re the best drummer I’ve ever seen.”

“Oh stop, you don't mean that.” Warren Rojas was shy, you were in shock.

You let go of what you were doing, since you had promised that he would be the one to put everything in a container when ready. Wiping your hands on the nearest towel and turning to him with a serious look.

“I do, you're amazing.” Your gaze penetrating his eyes was the reason his legs were shaking.

“Gracias…” He says scratching the back of his head. "Means a lot.”

You see more than sincerity in his eyes, you see dedication, it was a type of intimacy that he had never had with anyone and that's when you felt that he allowed you to read him. Warren feels his heart beating like an animal desperate to free itself from its cage, he thought it was the absence of drugs in his system but it was actually the release of another hormone, he was falling in love.

He fakes a cough to bring back the air of simplicity, failing in one of his goals. “What about you cariño? Since when did you know what you wanted to do?”

You let out a sigh, raising your hand and calling him closer with your index and upper finger, he approaches you. You take your hands to the collar of his jacket, asking permission to remove it, he just agrees and so you do.

You position yourself behind him, removing your apron to tie it around his waist, Rojas closes his eyes feeling your touch in fear that it would end soon, and opens them when he feels you away.

You look at him once again, with curiosity, deciphering what was hovering between you. “I'm an artistic person, as long as I'm connected to art I feel good. When I turned fifteen I was in a play in my hometown, and found momentary but welcoming homes on each stage where I brought a character to life. That was the moment I knew.”

As you say it, you guide him around the kitchen, indicating what he should do. And during all those seconds, all Warren wanted was to put it all down and memorize your every move.

He focuses on the ingredients for the first time, which makes you surprised, but it was the only way he had the courage to say what he wanted. He feels his heart racing once again, is this what being sober is?

“Eres arte, hermosa.” He whispers, and you frown trying to understand. He tries once more. “You are art, you're just… perfect.”

Your mind and body stops for a moment, you widen your eyes. He takes a few steps back, taking off the apron and putting his jacket back on. You immediately rush over to him, cupping his face in your hands.

“Do you mean that?” You ask, afraid of the answer. “Please, tell me you do.” You whisper, like your body was begging for you to get closer to him already.

“I do.” He replies, taking his hands to your waist. “You are art, and I would spend days analyzing every detail of you.”

As your eyes locked, an overwhelming sense of tenderness washed over both of you. The kitchen's aromas faded into the background, and it was as though the entire universe had conspired to bring you to this moment.

Without haste, you pressed your lips to his in a gentle, lingering kiss. It was a meeting of souls that had been separated for far too long, a kiss that held the weight of a lifetime of unspoken love. Warren pulls you closer, feeling every curve of your body as he promises to “analyze every detail of you”.

The world seemed to hold its breath as your lips danced together, a delicate and cherished connection. Each brush of your lips conveyed the depth of your affection, a love that had patiently waited for its time to bloom. You play with the curly strands of his hair, showing urgency at this moment, for him, for both of you.

Time stood still as you shared that kiss, a moment suspended in eternity. It was a kiss that whispered of a profound bond, of two soulmates reunited at last, afraid to let go, lest this precious moment vanish like a dream.

When you finally parted, there was a softness in your gaze, and a huge smile on his face, you caressed his cheeks feeling his unshaven beard almost meeting his mustache, he plays with your shirt as if trying to keep his hands to himself.

“Thank God!” Eddie's voice makes you both jump in fright. “Took you long enough!”

Eddie Roundtree: We were starving!! They wouldn't come back. *Shrugs*

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ab prompt: “you could have any girl you want.” - “i have the girl that i want.” 🥺

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note ; a little fluff for your evening. well barely. It’s like 1 am oops! thanks for ur request anon

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It’s not that hard to discern: Austin Butler is your best friend. You’re his best friend. And that’s really all there should be to it.

But underneath the years' worth of friendships, there is a connection between you and Austin that blurs the distinction between friends and lovers, a natural energy. Everyone would have a difficult time coming across another pair of two individuals that appeared as in love as you two did, despite your ignorance and Austin's objections. The judgement on whether the remarks were complimentary or intrusive was still pending.

It’s just one of those days where you really can’t tell.

What might be the issue, is the way his body slants behind yours as he leans against the wooden table in the crowded bar and engages in pointless conversation with your other friends. Might be his need to constantly press his warm palm against your skin. Might be the intense Californian heat that clutters your mind and turns that tiny portion of your conscience—the one that directs your feelings and actions—into mush, steam-rolled and flattened into a pancake.

Or, it might be the alcohol. There’s too many factors at play as to why you might feel your heart skip a beat every time Austin’s hand wanders down to the small of your back, holding your drunk, limp body up.

You’re not even that drunk. Or, well, that’s what you’ve tried to convince him. Tried to tell him that gin and tonics do not get you intoxicated, and that he’s only trying to send you home to find another girl in the bar.

But in his eyes, you’re about two shots away from finding yourself in the back of an Uber home, en route to your air-conditioned apartment.

He’s talking to you, eyes glossy and golden locks falling onto his forehead, perspiration beading alongside his hairline as he speaks, but your hearing goes mute. You’re still gripping that gin and tonic, bobbing your head like a slinky to appear slightly less inebriated. He smiles, a slight one that shows off a bit of pearl white teeth.

It’s late. Far, far too late. That point in the night where nothing good happens, where too many drinks are consumed, and inhibitions are released into the walls of the bar.

“How are you so drunk?” He’s still smiling like a child, fresh from the toy store, eyes crinkling at the corners.

“I am not!” You declare, holding your near-empty glass of what used to be a gin and tonic (it is now a concoction of melted ice, lime juice, and a splash of gin.)

“You so are,” He takes a swig from his own beer, holding back the gag that bubbles in his throat. See, he’s not a drinker. Not in the slightest. But, for you? He’ll buy out all the top-shelf alcohol there is. “I should’ve gotten you that Uber two drinks ago.”

“Oh, please,” You lean into him, his cologne seeping into your bloodstream and infiltrating your veins. You poke his chest playfully, batting your eyelashes up at him, “You’re just tryna get rid of me.”

“Took you this long to notice?” He jokes, and you let out a laugh as if it’s the funniest thing you’ve ever heard. You giggle for what feels like eternity, but he joins in with a few snorts of his own by the end of your laughing spell.

“You can go find a girl even with me here,” You say. You don’t mean it. You don’t mean that. Your heart burns at the edges, as if someone took a lighter and lit just the corner. Your eyes wander to his lips. If he notices, he spares you the dramatics and doesn’t mention it. Some ignorant part of you is hoping, praying, he doesn’t follow that up with a shit-eating comment.

“Wouldn’t dare do that,” He half-smiles, half-smirks, the cockiness he usually hides so well revealing itself in plain sight.

“Well, ya’ know you can have any girl you want,” Your words are a little slurred, footsteps a little wobbly. He leans slightly more into you, filling the inch-wide gap that you created a few moments earlier. You smell the beer on him, the cologne, the hair products. It should disgust you, make you run out the exit. But, you don’t. Just lean into his body even more, noses almost touching.

“Don’t want that,” He whispers. His bottom lip is tucked underneath his top teeth, like he’s trying to stop the words from tumbling from his mouth. His brain incoherently tells him to stop, like a red neon sign blinking amidst the intoxication.

He’s so close, can almost feel himself kissing you if he imagines hard enough. He knows you’ll probably forget this by tomorrow, after you’ve slept and drank water, and maybe that’s why he says it. “I have the girl that I want.”

Maybe it is that hard to distinguish, to figure out, to take apart piece by piece, because this much is now clear: Austin Butler is not your best friend.

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Eels

Words: 2819

Pairing: Fox Mulder x Reader

A/N: I think the ending is a bit weird but I do like this! It kinda made me miss the X Files. Also can we talk about this GIF ?!?!! DAMN

Request: Fox x Reader where they have to fake being a couple for some reason? Maybe like that one episode where him and Scully have to fake being a couple? - Anon

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"Excuse me." You looked the Fox dead in the eye, everyone else was quiet around you.

Skinner gently clear his throat before speaking "Y/L/N, you don't have to do this but it'd be really beneficial if you did."

You pondered it for a second. It would only be two days, two days of pretending to be Mulder's wife at a couples weekend retreat where people were returning with memory loss and burn like markings on their arms. Scully was already known by the retreat as she visited to try and speak to someone but had no luck, which meant that it had to be you and Mulder.

"Alright." You turned towards Skinner "but you all owe me."

"Am I really that bad?" Mulder teased.

"I don't think you want us answering that." Scully piped up.

"Yes, yes you are." Skinner deadpanned which had everyone letting out a brief laugh "Alright, get out of here. Bring us back something good."

Your car pulled up outside of the retreat. It was beautiful, you couldn't deny that. Opening the door Mulder and you were greeted by the owners, Mr and Mrs O'Donell who immediately welcomed you and asked if you had a reservation.

"Mr and Mrs Brent." You held out your hand to shake the owner's. The two of you had been given fake I.Ds for a Mr Scott Brent and Mrs Lucy Brent.

"We've heard so much about this place. I'm sorry we're late we hit a lot of traffic" Mulder added offering his own hand.

"We've been expecting you" Mrs O'Donell said kindly. "We do however, keep a strict schedule that we expect everyone to stick to, no exceptions."

"I thought this was supposed to be a relaxing retreat." Mulder attempted to joke.

"We understand" you chipped in and gave Mulder a nudge.

The older man gave the two of you a suspicious look and Mulder wrapped his arm around you bringing you into his side. All you could do was smile and look up to the man.

It must have been convincing enough because Mr O'Donell looked away and Mrs O'Donell smiled. She began to walk towards the entrance, her husband in step beside her. Mulder removed his arm from around you and offered you his hand. Taking it the two of you walked hand in hand into the building.

"Lovely place you have" you spoke as you admired the tall ceilings adorned with flowers and vines where they connected to the walls.

"Thank you" Mrs O'Donnell replied as she and her husband moved behind what you could only assume was the reception desk.

"Could we see some form of identification please" Mr O'Donell said roughly as his wife pulled out a book and a file which she quickly labelled 'Brent, S.L'

Mulder quickly pulled out the IDs you'd been given and you watched as they inspected them and scribbled down notes.

“Dinner will be in an hour on the dot, followed by introductions and a sample of what’s to come tomorrow.”

“We’ll be there.” you replied as Mulder looked around the room. Mrs O’Donell gave you a polite nod before disappearing and closing the door behind her.

“It’s a lot smaller than I thought it’d be.” you had to admit the man was right. There was a double bed, wardrobe and small desk with a TV on a dresser, barely enough room for the two of you to move around. The bathroom connected to the room was very much the same. Definitely a step down in quality compared to the rest of the resort.

“I suppose they don’t imagine us staying in here all that much so have made the rooms to reflect that and force us to join the activities.” you took a seat on the edge of the bed as you spoke, watching as Mulder switched on the TV and tried navigating some channels but was met with static and no service on most of them.

“Looks like we’re spoilt for choice.” the man spoke light heartedly as he turned the TV off and flopped onto the bed. Lying down he looked at the ceiling as you awkwardly looked around the room. He noticed this and turned his head towards you “Relax Y/N, we’ll be fine.”

“I know. Something feels really off about this place though. Almost sinister and we haven’t even been here an hour yet.”

The man patted the bed beside him and you relaxed a bit, reclining back so your back was against the headboard in a more relaxed position as Mulder scrambled to mirror you on the other side of the bed.

“We’ll do some proper exploring after dinner if they allow and if they don’t, we’ll find a way to explore anyway. The quicker we find stuff out the sooner we might be able to get home” he said nonchalantly.

You smiled “I suppose. Unless we actually really enjoy ourselves.”

“In a place where people have been losing their memory and get mysterious burns? How could we not enjoy ourselves.”

You laughed a little at his words. The two of you had always got on well, hell you couldn’t think a time where you hadn’t got along, your reaction to having the fake be Mulder’s wife had been a little over dramatic but you loved Mulder as a friend and didn’t want to jepordise that at all because you knew, if you had to act like his wife you might actually develop feelings for him and then after that? There was no way back.

“We should probably get ready for dinner.” his words brought you out of your thoughts. He pushed himself up off the bed. “I’ll get changed in the bathroom you can get changed out here.”

The meal and introductions were weird. Everyone else had been here much longer than you had and were planning on staying. One noticeable thing was that the longer they’d been here the less light they seemed to have behind their eyes. But everyone was still aware of their surroundings and very much ‘there’.

You noticed only a few of couples, the ones who were leaving soon, but not necessarily the ones who’d been here the longest, with the markings on them, but they seemed to be trying to hide them.

Introductions and dinner over, the O’Donells offered everyone some tea. “For our new guests today, the tea is drunk all throughout the retreat. It revitalises the body and mind and relaxes you to allow a full enjoyment of what we have to offer.”

You gave Mulder an unsure look, and watched as the O’Donells watched the two of you. You were both on the same page, you did not want to drink the tea.

“They’re watching us” you whispered under your breath.

The man nodded and smiled, pretending you’d just told him a joke. “Just take a sip and we’ll dump the rest.”

You did as instructed. Taking a sip of the tea and keeping the rest in your cup. Mulder stood and emptied his as he was talking to other people.

Mrs O’Donell approached you and asked why you hadn’t drunk the whole thing.

“I like to have a drink just before bed and I’m getting tired. I thought I’d keep it until just before bed if that’s ok with you?”

The woman thought it over for a second “I suppose so. But you must drink it, my dear. If you don’t you might risk losing your place here.”

You nodded “I’ll be sure to. I don’t want to miss out.” you gave her a sweet smile and she weaved through the crowd, talking to people as she passed.

Mulder was soon with you again. Taking your hand he gave it a squeeze and was soon guiding you back to your room. You could tell he had something to say.

“The other guests are totally brainwashed,” he whispered as he tried to find the room key.

“I have it.” you pulled out the key and unlocked the door “You let me lock up.” opening it slowly you tried to see if the string was still on the inside of the lock. An old trick you’d learnt to do when you weren’t sure of the security in a building. Noticing the string was on the floor, several feet away from the door you knew instantly someone had been in the room.

Your eyes went wide as you stepped inside. Dragging Mulder inside you closed the door and placed a finger to your lips a sign for him to stay quiet as you pointed at the string on the floor.

Confused he watched as you paced the room, looking at every surface and under them. When you found what you were looking for you gestured for Mulder to come and look. A bug, your room had been bugged while you were at dinner.

Dragging him into the bathroom you looked around before turning the shower on to hopefully cover up some noise.

“I knew it. I absolutely knew it.” you ran a hand over your hair.

“I guess we weren’t convincing enough earlier.” the man tried to joked but realised as soon as he’d said it that now wasn’t the right time.

You paced the tiny bathroom “We’ll have to act like a proper couple everywhere but in here and only ever with the shower on.”

The man agreed and noticed you were clutching your tea cup “Why do you still have that.”

You looked down at it. “I thought we could send a sample back to Scully, see what she can find out. Its definitely the tea.”

“And if the tea has something to do with it. Do you think the food does too? The potatoes tasted a little funny.”

You sighed “Probably. I guess we eat and drink as little as possible. It’s going to be tough but I’d rather not end up like the others.”

He nodded in agreement. “How’re you going to get that back to Scully.”

“I brought some vials with us. Hopefully they’ll let me run to the town to post it tomorrow morning.”

“And you could sneak us in some snacks.”

You laughed “Great thinking.” you relaxed slightly and placed the cup on the shelf above the sink. “You ready to go back in there and be Lucy and Scott Brent?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” the man winked.

You couldn’t help the wide smile that appeared on your face as you turned away to turn off the shower. Mulder smiled as well as he opened the bathroom door and entered the main bedroom.

Grabbing your things you quickly bottled up a sample for Scully and changed into your pyjamas in the bathroom while Mulder changed. Sorting out your bag you noticed Mulder was already under the covers.

He could see you hesitating to get into bed “Come here Sweetheart.” he said gently, opening his arms to you as his eyes softened.

You got into the bed carefully and let him put his arm over your shoulders. “Today was fun don’t you think? Everyone seems lovely and that tea was ok, I could get used to it.” you spoke, knowing you needed to play up to the listening devices.

Mulder laughed softly and you could hear the rumble from his chest. “I wasn’t a huge fan but if it’s going to make this weekend better I’ll drink all the tea you want me to.”

The man cuddled you to his side more and you instinctively leant into his warmth. You sat like this for a couple of minutes. The man rubbing his hand up and down your arm before he placed a very light kiss to the top of your head which took you by surprise but you couldn’t say it wasn’t welcomed.

“We should go to sleep. Early start tomorrow.”

You nodded in agreeance and moved down the bed so you were comfortable and the man did the same, the two of you not touching once you’d settled.

You were the first to fall asleep. Mulder could only assume from the way your breathing evened out. He struggled falling asleep to begin with, listening out for any noises in the corridor but before long he’d fallen asleep as well.

In the morning you were woken up by the sound of the alarm clock and you could feel the weight of Mulder’s arm over you. Smiling you moved your hand to his after shutting off the alarm clock. “Morning,” he mumbled.

Turning around to face him you mumbled your good morning’s as well. The two of you felt as if you’d done this one thousand times before.

After a second the man sat up and rubbed his eyes. It took you longer to sit up but you got straight out of bed and dashed to the bathroom to get ready for the day.

“What’s the rush?” he joked as he was pulling on a sweater as you emerged.

“I want to go send this quickly before our morning activity starts.”

“I’ll walk you down to reception. I’ll stay here and enjoy some breakfast.”

The two of you left the room and the man offered you his hand, once again you slipped yours into his and the two of you headed down to the reception area.

Surprisingly you were allowed to leave the premises but only after a grilling from the owners.

Mulder stayed behind on his own, realising the two of you hadn’t done any exploring the night before he began to poke around. What he saw he wished he’d never set eyes upon.

Tanks filled with eels. They didn’t look like a typical eel though, these were bright green with purple spots. He could only assume that these were either producing whatever was in the tea or caused the sting.

Upon further inspection he found pumps, pumps leading the water away and meeting the main water pumps and running alongside, further confirming his suspicion about the tea.

The man took a nearby sledgehammer and smashed through some of the pipes and made his way back up to the lobby.

As soon as you got back he wrapped you up in his arms and hugged you impossibly close for a moment before whispering “I’ve found some stuff. Definitely in the tea.” in your ear.

“Although this is a couple’s retreat we suggest that guests do not show public displays of affection as some of our couples are having hard times in their relationships.” Mrs O’Donell’s voice startled you slightly.

“I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.”

The woman frowned “The first activity is in fifteen minutes.” with her words she walked away.

Mulder began to take large strides back in the direction of your room and you were quick on his heels. Once inside the room he practically pushed you into the bathroom and shoved on the shower.

Closing the door as he did so you turned towards him “What did you find?”

“Eels, huge tanks of them in the basement. They were neon green with purple spots, they had pipes from the tanks running up to the water pipes and then alongside them. I’m pretty sure they’re using the water in the tea and the eels are possibly causing the burns.” he rushed out.

“that's it, it has to be it. We should get out of here."

"Definitely, I may or may not have smashed some pipes."

"What?"

"Grab your things." He turned off the shower and you did as instructed. The man guided you out of the room once you'd grabbed your bag.

Footsteps coming down the corridor had you both freaking out slightly. The man grabbed your wrist gently and hurried you along the corridor, the both of you practically breaking out into a run.

The two of you were sprinting to the car. Slipping into it you chucked your things onto the back seats as Mulder started the ignition and sped away.

Stopping in the nearby town you ran into the sheriff's office and called Scully while you sent the officers to go and arrest the O'Donells.

Eventually, it was quiet. You and Mulder were sat together waiting.

"You did some good work back there." You complimented the man "I don't know if I could have done another night"

"We make a good team Y/N" He shifted "Was being fake married to me all that bad?"

You shook your head "it wasn't awful" you admitted "I could think of worse people."

"Like Skinner?"

"Over my dead body."

"Good. Because I quite liked it as well. How about we grab dinner once this one is put to bed?"

"Sure." You smiled and the man locked eyes with you and they sparkled in a way they hadn't done before but the moment was soon broken by Scully walking through the door

"Modified eels! You have to be kidding me."

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sunshinebarbie · 11 months

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unspoken (part 2)

characters: Eddie Munson x Female Reader warnings: none words: 3,504 requested: @anon parts: 1 | 2 info: You and Eddie are locker neighbors, who share a mutual crush for one another, but although you spent years as neighbors neither of you have said a word but rather hide the feelings away.

a/n: i know it took me awhile to get this one out, honestly i felt like i couldn't do this second part justice. anyway, hope you all enjoy and i hope i didn't ruin your request.

“3-2-1" you whispered to yourself before placing your bow on the strings of your Violin. Your quarter assignment was to compose an entire original song and so far, the quarter was three weeks away from ending, and you still haven’t had the first line of notes done.

The bow scratched the strings making an undeniable ear bleeding noise.

“crap” you sighed and dropped your arms down.

you looked at the empty pages of your music book, and decided to call it a day.

Back at your locker you, started to put away your items when a throat cleared behind you.

You turned to see Dustin, a freshman standing in the music room.

“hi, sorry to scare you.” he chuckled nervously.

“oh, no. That’s fine. Room is all yours.” you gestured to the space, and tried to walk around him.

“uh-” he stepped in front of you, “i heard that the quarter assignment was making your own song?” he stammered.

“you in music?” you asked and clutched your bag tightly to adjust the grip on your shoulder.

“uhm no, I was just walking by and heard you struggling” he replied.

“thanks” you forced a smile and tried to step on the other side only to be blocked again.

“can you please step aside.” you sharply replied.

“i didn’t mean for it to sound like that. I just have a friend that might be able to help you.” he smiled.

“are they in music?” you asked.

“not, for school.” he shrugged and smiled nervously.

“and they would be willing to help me? I mean you don’t even know me.” you looked at Dustin.

“He. He would not be more thrilled to help you.” Dustin smiled wider.

“okay, tell your friend to meet me in here for lunch.” you replied. “before the teacher leaves for lunch break so he sees your friend” you added and finally walked passed him.

The lunch bell rang, and the sea of voices echoed down the hallway as everyone went to the lunch room. Yet you sat in the music room, waiting for Dustin’s friend to show up. Any help was better than being stuck with nothing this close to the quarter ending.

The teacher was packing up for lunch and you felt more nervous than ever, it wasn’t a scared nervousness but a skeptical nervousness.

“miss y/l/n, you going to lunch?” the teacher asked as he reached the door.

“no, going to work on my assignment” you replied

“okay, but remember, music won’t come to you on an empty stomach. You can’t think of notes when you’re thinking of pizza.” he joked and walked out.

You stomach rumbled at the sound of the word pizza. You were sure Dustin’s friend wasn’t going to show up.

Put your violin back in the case, and started to grab your notebooks when the door slammed open and Eddie Munson looked behind him almost like he was shoved into the room.

“Eddie?” you looked at him with wide eyes, the notes and papers fell against the floor and scattered “oh god.” you groaned feeling butterflies and nerves jolting.

“Hi-” he smiled nervously, “uhm-Dustin said he had a friend who needed help writing music? Is that you?” he stammered.

“i-no-I don’t need help” you nervously shuffled your papers off the floor.

“uh-” Eddie nervously stood in place, he stepped forward wanting to help but then stopped himself and stepped forward again, almost like a dance with an invisible person.

“tell Dustin thanks, but I-I can write this song myself” you lied and held your papers in a bunch against your chest.

You hurried out of the door, and stopped mid-way down the hall. You turned around and looked at the music room.

You turned around, and walked back stopping outside as you heard light strum from an acoustic guitar coming out of the room.

You pressed your ear against the door and listened carefully, the song sounded familiar. You opened the door quietly and walked in. Eddie had his back towards the door, as he strummed the song.

“That’s very beautiful, I never heard it on an acoustic guitar before” you finally mustered up the courage to speak. Eddie stopped playing and turned to see you came back.

“Canon in D right?” you put your book bag down on the chair.

“uh” Eddie chuckled nervously. “I don’t know. I just heard it one time.” he cleared his throat.

“I played it once for the Spring Concert last year.” you pulled up a chair beside him.

Eddie’s eyes widen, because that one time he was referring to, the time you played it at that spring concert, and he was in love with it ever sense.

“wait, you only heard it once and memorized the notes?” you looked at him and smiled widely.

“it took awhile, but I got it.” he chuckled.

“you are really good.” you smiled.

“thanks” he replied.

Your surroundings went silent, as you both tried to figure out what to say next. “uhm-” you sat up and fixed the hem of your dress. “would you still like to help me?” you gulped nervously.

Eddie looked at you nervously, and the bell ran indicating lunch was over.

“yeah.” he nodded “yeah, I can help you.” he stammered.

“cool.” you smiled widely. “tomorrow? Same time?” you stood up.

“yeah, okay, see you tomorrow” he put the guitar down.

You grabbed your bag and waved him bye before exiting.

Dustin ran in just moments after and smiled brightly at Eddie. “Well?” he looked at the door to make sure you weren’t coming back in.

“Henderson you are a genius!” Eddie shouted and brought his friend into a quick hug.

The next day as planned Eddie met you at the music room. You felt like it was a dream. Eddie Munson, the guy you could only daydream would talk to you was now sitting across from you and was about to help you with your biggest assignment.

“okay, so I am going to be honest, I don’t know much about violins” Eddie confessed. “but I do know how to make original music” he smiled.

“you see, music, not only comes from memory, but from passion.” He continued. “if a song doesn’t come from passion then take it from memory, if not memory take it from passion” he added.

“and what if passion is hard to find?” you asked as you unpacked your violin. “then I would suggest changing instruments” he teased.

“now, close your eyes.” he suggested. “why?” you asked cautiously. “because we are going to see if we can pull an original song out of memory or passion” he added.

You closed your eyes as requested. “now, think about your instrument” his voice echoed around you. “imagine your hands playing it, what sounds are coming out?” he asked.

You could feel his hands touch your fingers, your eyes shot open and you jumped up.

“i’m sorry.” Eddie stepped back and lifted his hands up.

“oh, no. I just-I wasn’t expecting that.” you tucked your hair behind your ears.

“do you want to continue or call it a day?” Eddie asked.

“I-” you looked at Eddie and back at the violin. “we can continue” you replied and sat back down.

“just-” you looked at him. “don’t worry, I won’t touch you without your okay” he replied and chuckled nervously.

You closed your eyes again, and held your violin and bow in your hands. You inhaled a deep breath.

“now picture your violin” Eddie started again. “think about how your hands are playing it.” he instructed again.

“lift your violin into position.” he instructed. You lifted your violin up and squeezed your eyes shut as your mind remained blank.

“I can’t think of anything.” you opened your eyes. “i guess violins aren’t my passion” you sighed.

“no, it is.” Eddie replied. You looked at him, and he was already focused on you. “i mean. I saw you at the last orchestra practice and you’re pretty good.” he cleared his throat.

“let’s try the next one.” he shrugged. “close your eyes.”

You closed your eyes and waited for Eddie’s next instruction. “now, think of a memory. Something that made you feel-anything.” he almost laughed at his loss for words.

Suddenly a distorted image broke through, it was more of a montage. Every waking moment you could remember of Eddie that were real and not made up in your mind came through in clear pictures.

His smile when you punched his locker, his soft looks when he caught you looking at him in the cafeteria.

“now lift up your instrument” Eddie instructed. You smiled at the memories.

“do you need help?” Eddie asked quietly. You nodded. And felt his hand touch yours again. You inhaled a sharp breath, as he placed your violin gently into position. This memory soon overtook the rest of them, this one that was really real.

You felt like you were floating above you and Eddie and watched as he embraced you tenderly and helped your press your bow to your strings of your violin.

His hand helped you push and pull the strings. A soft and lovely song filled your ears. The sounds of the love you had for Eddie now in music form.

Eddie focused on your notes and memorized which one you were playing. Violins were hard but if they were anything like the guitar. It would sound the exact same.

You could feel his arms wrapped around you from behind as he assisted you. You could smell his shampoo and cigarette smoke jacket.

The bell rang interrupting your memory as you were pulled back into the moment. You opened your eyes and turned your face in the direction of Eddies.

Eddie looked at you, his focus on your eyes. You could feel his chest against your back, and his heart was beating as quickly as yours.

Eddie looked at your eyes and at your lips, and your eyes again. You felt a nausea in your stomach but didn’t dare move.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and closed your eyes as Eddie leaned forward a millimeter more. Just then the teacher pushed the door open startling the both of you.

Eddie jumped back and you jumped out of your seat.

“Eddie Munson?” the teacher looked at the both of you. “you’re not in music?” he added and looked at him confused.

“i know, I'm just-” Eddie pointed to the door. And started to leave. He quickly grabbed his bag that was next to yours and his binder and left.

“how is the song coming?” the teacher asked as he seen you nervously pulling at your necklace.

“huh? Oh it’s good” you nodded quickly, “i’ll see you tomorrow” you grabbed your items and left.

“i am not going to remember that song” you sighed, and headed to your next class.

Eddie was concentrating on what looked like homework when Dustin approached him after school. “what are you working on?” he asked as he sat down beside Eddie.

“music sheets.” Eddie replied and closed his eyes trying to remember the next note. “so you’re still helping y/n with her assignment?” Dustin smiled enthusiastically.

“trying to, but you’re distracting me.” Eddie glared at him.

“so you’re writing the song? That wasn’t the assignment?” Dustin looked at the music sheet.

“i’m not writing it, y/n played it but we didn’t write the notes down, and I'm trying to remember it for her so she has something to work with tomorrow.” Eddie replied.

“oh,” Dustin replied.

“it was beautiful Henderson” Eddie put the pen down. “I just guided her to think of a memory and play her instrument and this song came out.” Eddie grinned proud of his accomplishment.

“oh kind of like meraki” Dustin replied.

“what?” Eddie looked up confused.

“Meraki, it means when doing something with soul, creativity, love...you’re putting something of yourself into whatever it is you’re doing” Dustin explained “i learned it over the summer at camp.” he added.

Eddie lifted his eyebrows, impressed by the new word he learned.

“anyway, I'm going to finish this. No campaign tonight” he patted his friend on the back and left.

The next day Eddie met you once again, “Eddie, I don’t know if I will be able to remember what I played yesterday” you confessed.

“no need to worry.” Eddie opened his binder and pulled out the music sheets, “you’re lucky I have a great memory” he handed them over to you.

You smiled at Eddie’s handwriting on the sheet music, he remembered every note and wrote it down. You could feel your heart flutter.

“ready to continue?” he pulled out a chair for you.

You nodded and grabbed your violin and took your seat. “you know what to do, close your eyes” Eddie instructed.

Every lunch break Eddie would meet you in the music room, and after each time you spent with him, your song got longer and longer. Each memory was filled from every day that Eddie was in that music room with you.

Before you knew it, it was the day before the concert. You were feeling more than nervous.

The song was almost done, and the ending was the only thing. You looked at the clock and Eddie was ten minutes late.

You walked out of the room and looked up and down the hall, Eddie was nowhere in sight. You spotted Eddie’s friends down the hall and approached them.

“do you guys know where Eddie is?” you asked as you stopped in front of them.

“woods” one of them pointed. “thank you.” you smiled and walked out the doors.

You held the music sheets, realizing you were still holding them tightly. You could hear Eddie laughing and it made you smile. Then you heard another voice, but not just any voice, a female voice.

You hid behind one of the bushes as soon as you could see Eddie sitting at a bench. You couldn’t see the female, only her green scrunchy.

Shifting your stance you looked and saw the green and white cheerleader uniform clear as day, it was the head cheerleader.

You felt your heart wrench at the site of him with Chrissy. Flirting aimlessly without a care in the world.

You could feel your stomach drop, and your heart numb. You looked at Eddie and he smiled bigger than he ever did with you, and he had the sparkle in his eye for her that you had for him.

You gripped the music sheets that Eddie worked on and ripped it to bits and pieces dropping them to the ground in a shower of confetti before leaving.

Eddie walked into the music room and apologized for being late.

“so are you ready to finish this masterpiece?” he smiled and threw his jacket on the chair next to your things.

“It’s fine Eddie, you don’t have to be here.” you gave him the cold shoulder.

“what do you mean?” he pulled up a chair beside you, he noticed the blank music sheets in front of you.

“hey where’s the? Notes?” he lifted the papers to see if they were underneath.

“i hated the song, so I threw them away” you replied sharply.

“hated it? Why?” Eddie asked confused.

“just go Eddie, I can finish this myself” you replied coldly.

“the concert is tomorrow? We can just rewrite them back down, it will take a few minutes” he grabbed the blank sheets and pen.

“fine, I'll leave” you tossed your violin into the case and closed it shut.

“what’s wrong?” Eddie called after you. You didn’t want to explain that you saw him with Chrissy and that your feelings were hurt, because for all you knew he would think you were insane, or worst, he would know your true feelings.

Instead you replied “the music sheets are gone so I'll just take the F”

“but it’s a memory” Eddie replied. “if you just remember the memory that made you play it in the first place, it will come back to you.” he suggested.

“it wasn’t a memory, it was a wish” you replied coldly. “a stupid wish” you walked towards the exit and left Eddie alone in the room.

Later that night you cried to yourself quietly, of course he wouldn’t pick you. He was this rock and roll god, and you were this cloud of pink glow. You loved your classic composers and couldn’t bring yourself to listen to Ozzy or Iron Maiden. Black was a depressing color, and yes Chrissy was girly, but you were sure her room didn’t look like the inside of cotton candy.

As you thought about the concert tomorrow night, you cried even more. You literally tossed away your only chance of getting a decent grade and now you would literally have to get that F.

It was the night of the end of the quarter concert and you paced the floor backstage chewing your fingernails.

“you’re next y/n” the teacher informed you, “make sure you have your sheets ready.”

You nodded and sighed; you didn’t know what to do. Then you remembered your Violin was still in the music room. You hurried to the teacher and told him you forgot your instrument; he was annoyed but said he would call an intermission for the crowd so you could retrieve it.

You walked down the halls, and in the direction of the music room when you could hear Canon in D playing faintly in one of the rooms.

You headed towards the direction of the music, and found yourself at what looked like an abandoned room where Eddie and his friends were gathered around a table.

The song Canon in D played softly as Eddie read from a book and everyone else listened carefully.

You stepped back and smiled, Canon in D was playing, but it wasn’t just any version, it was you playing on a recording from your spring concert last year.

You felt a spark in your tummy, you turned and went to the music room to grab your violin. You walked back to the room where Eddie and his friends were playing their game and pushed the door open. Everyone looked in your direction stunned.

“I am about to go on stage.” you nervously announced. “i am inviting you all to listen, if you want” you added and turned to leave.

Coming back to the concert hall you walked to your spot behind the curtain, the teacher nodded to see if you were ready, and you nodded right back.

The curtains drew open, and the crowd was more intimidating than you could remember. But in the darkness, you noticed the door to the concert hall open and Eddie and his friends filed in.

You smiled and closed your eyes, this time, your mind went back to the montage of every moment you had with Eddie, Canon in D echoed in the background as you played a completely different song. A song that described the story, of you and Eddie Munson.

The beginning was sorrowful, describing the feeling of fear, and uncertainty, but had hints of tenderness for how you felt for Eddie, it changed to high notes describing love, happiness like the notes dancing with each other. It slowly changed to a sad, somber and angry sound of betrayal and pain. Then it transitioned into love, forgiveness and new beginnings.

As you ended your song, you heard nothing, just pure silence that was broken by a thunderous roar of applause.

You opened your eyes and smiled at the crowd. “thank you” you spoke into the microphone. “that was an original piece by me.” you added and exited the stage.

“that was beautiful Y/N” your teacher wiped the tear from his eye. “i could feel the story! A love story right?” he smiled

“Something like that” you shrugged and smiled.

“an A and a free ticket out of the finals” he patted your back. “good job”

The next student began to play, you looked around and you were alone. You picked up your case and started to put your instrument away.

“what was that one called?” Eddie’s voice spoke up from behind you.

You turned to him and smiled. “i don’t have a name for it.” you replied and shut your case.

“any suggestions?” you walked closer to him.

“what about Meraki?” Eddie replied

You looked at him confused at such a strange word. “it means doing something with your soul, or love.” he added, “it’s a Henderson word”

“Sounds good.” you replied. “but I prefer the story of us” you closed the space between the two of you and wrapped your arms around Eddie’s neck and anchored him down into your kiss.

Eddie’s arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you closer to his body. You pulled away softly and smiled against his lips. “besides Canon in D is already taken” you whispered.

“i don’t care, we can make our own music” he replied and pressed his lips against yours again.

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strawbubbysugar · 7 months

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Hiii, (princess lawyer anon here) not trying to start anything but i saw an anon upset over what I said (i assume it was about me cuz Im kinda,, the only one who fits their description,,) and I just wanted to say I don’t really appriciate them trying to make me like a villain,,, that kinda hurts to be misinterpreted so intensely,, I wasnt targeting them, there was like.. 5+ people both on the blog and in the story comments that said the same thing, so I really wasnt like,, targeting them or really even thinking of their reply when i wrote what i wrote if im being very honest,, I thought what I said was funny, and not meant to be condescending. Especially since both me and Bubby sorta made the same defender joke,, Sorry, I didn’t like how it felt in my chest reading those messages, if you understand what I mean,,, kinda actually had me tearing up ajdhsjsjdh to explain why it was so long winded if I can try and show i didnt mean it maliciously; I wasnt trying to over explain, I was info dumping because Im autistic and got excited,,,, but I do get that a lot, I really dont mean for it to come off as like im over explaining or condescending or whatever the right word is, im sorry. and this story meant a lot to me,, I just wanted to share my thoughts like everyone else and join in on what i thought were jokes, not over explain things and make people uncomfortable, im sorry,,, sorry for clogging up your box with all this nonsense, I just felt really upset and hurt and didnt know how else to address them since they’re anon,,, andjdjdj sorry if im doing it again rn </3

But, let me end on a positive note cuz I hate coming off as negative!!! Love u Bubby and love the latest chapter, im sorry if i caused any tension for you. Im really excited to see what both pry/ncess my beloved and Sun look like on the wedding day in their pretty outfits <3 I especially loved the funny parts with Sun covering his eyes, hes so silly goofy coded and I love your writing 💕 it never fails to make me laugh, smile, tear up, everything /verypositive And dont let anyone tear you down, I loved So(u)l it still lives in my head rent free and Im absolutely loving Bethroned!!! And also, as an autistic person, I love how you write your y/n’s because I feel like i can really relate where i sometimes struggle with that in other stories 💕💕 thats all, i spent like two hours trying to word this right so i need to stop now for my hearts sake, mwah mwah /silly

Oh Angel thank you for the kind words!! I know nobody in this situation meant to come off as anything but genuine. I’ll post this so that the two anons involved can hopefully find some closure with the situation. I won’t be answering any asks about it anymore but I wanted to make sure you felt seen and heard. :)

Peace and love on planet earth muah muah

#ask #we are all so autistic here it’s ok misunderstandings happen all the time #:) both of you are absolutely fine and nobody meant any harm #<3 #situation settled!#on another note #people’s opinions on the sea?

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witchcrafting-kitten · 1 year

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Neville longbottom x misunderstood slytherin girl who everyone thinks is bad and is going to like, betray him but she genuinely loves him🥺 anything from fluff to smut is fine🙈 thanks so much and sorry if you dont wanna or if this doesnt help your lack of inspo for neville fics❤️

It's cool, anon. Thank you for the ask 😄 the idea was interesting to write.

Genuine (Neville x Slytherin!F!reader)

Trigger Warnings: fluff; some of the Gryffindor's being rude; light swearing

A/N: sorry for it taking a little long to write. Had to rewrite different parts a few times. I also forgot to proofread so there may be a mistake or two somewhere. Added in a random oc Hufflepuff to keep Y/N company.

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Why and how Neville ended up with a girlfriend from Slytherin has astounded every one of his friends. Y/N Y/L/N wasn't much for hanging out with her fellow housemates. That didn’t stop any of the Gryffindor's whispering things about her though. Always thinking she'd crush Neville's heart eventually or that saying yes when Neville asked her out was secretly some kind of poor joke. Neither let on that they minded, but Y/N always worried what he thought about it.

With their one year anniversary coming, Neville and Y/N started to plan how they might want to celebrate. Neville was sitting outside in the courtyard with Seamus and Dean enjoying the weather before lunch. Y/N had been looking for Neville a good 20 minutes by the time she finally did. The other two Gryffindor boys weren't to pleased to see her coming.

"I thought I might find you enjoying nature. Surprised it's out here in the courtyard vs one of the Greenhouses, but certainly something I love about you," she giggled watching Neville's face turn red.

"Hey, Neville, don't you think we should head back to the dorms?" Dean suggested.

Neville looked at Dean and Seamus, about to say something before being awkwardly tugged away from where his girlfriend was standing. "Guess I'll see you in potions then," Neville hollered to her, earning a smile and wave in response.

Back at the Gryffindor Common Room..............

"What the heck was that for?" Neville huffed. "And don't say that it's because you don't like Y/N."

Neither Dean nor Seamus said a word. A few moments passed before one of them decided to speak. "We know how much you love her, mate, but -."

Neville groaned, "Honestly guys, she's not going to backstab me, alright? If she was, wouldn't she have done it already?"

Meanwhile in the courtyard..................

"Y/N!" Stephanie hollered. "You get a chance to talk to Neville?"

Y/N sighed, "His friends rushed him off to Gryffindor tower before I could get a chance to have an actual conversation with him."

"Can't believe I'm saying this, but they're idiots. Absolute idiots. Thankfully I have two hours of History of Magic with Gryffindor's after lunch, so I might be able to help," she looked at Y/N with a grin.

"Thanks, but I'll about it," she replied as they hugged.

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The End

(I wasn't sure what kind of ending I wanted to write, so I went with one that kind of on the open-ended side.)

#neville longbottom x reader #neville longbottom #neville longbottom fanfiction #neville longbottom x y/n #i enjoyed making this #thank you anon #y/n fanfic

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killingitreservoirdogsstyle · 2 years

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Hey! If you have time I was just curious how you think orange would propose to his SO? He’s so cute, I can’t even!

Hello anon! Thanks for your question, I super appreciate it! I would love to write this up, so sorry for how long it took me to reply. I’ve had an interesting summer like you wouldn’t believe, so I’ve not been able to get online much to write which is devastating for me! Nonetheless, I love this ask and I can totally come up with something for it! ( GIF is not mine, by the way! )

Personally, I feel that Orange would be quite the romantic about the entire situation--after all, you’re his significant other and he does not want to screw this up in any way for the both of you. As a result of this, he gets jittery, nervous, and hyper-vigilant about every little detail; micromanaging the entire affair so it all falls into place just right.

He frames his proposal as a dinner date at your favourite restaurant, taking you out and acting gentlemanly and cuddly with you. Freddy even combs his hair back, a rarity for him considering he hates the way product feels. ( I know how that is, I have to use it at times and it’s exasperating to say the least ) He looks absolutely sweet, his arm in yours and wearing a huge boyish smile on his face. You two talk, laugh, cringe, and joke around over your favourite meals, wining and dining like a king and queen in their royal court. The whole world is practically the stage for the love you two share. When you’re finished, he will walk you to a nearby park as the cloudless night sky covers Los Angeles in darkness. The moon is a full silvery waxy orb hanging above you two like a spotlight for what is about to happen. Freddy leads you over to a familiar oak tree where your shared initials are carved in a heart in the bark; a memento of your very first date years beforehand.

He drops onto one knee, popping you the question with a beautiful ring to match his enthusiasm. He stutters it out, tears forming in his eyes from how anxious he is, launching into a speech right from the heart he didn’t even know was there.

“ Y/N L/N, love of my life. Beautiful/handsome/gorgeous light in my world, the one and only for me. I’m not good with words. I’m not a prince or a billionaire. I can’t cook for shit, I’m still a kid at heart, and I work to fight crime day and night. I know all these things might not be exactly picturesque or ideal, I get that. But baby, I know one thing; I love you more than anything in this world. You are my sanctuary, my home, my everything, the entire reason I keep going even when I don’t have it in me. Please, I’m not asking you to be hasty. I want you to think about it. But I ask you, will you give me the privilege of being more than a friend. More than a best friend, more than a boyfriend. Will you please be my wife/husband/partner for as long as we live? Grow old with me and be mine for my entire life?”

You don’t even need to think twice before throwing yourself onto him, breaking out into tears and sobbing you will marry him. Freddy smiles, crying alongside with you and sliding the ring onto your finger. In that moment, your hearts become one, forever bonded from then on in love beyond imagination.

I hope that this was okay, anon! Please let me know if it isn’t and I’ll gladly fix them up however you’d like! Thank you again for the ask, anon, I super loved this idea! And thank you everyone for your continued support, reblogs, likes, and comments, even during my absence. I promise I’ll try to get better at posting stuff in an orderly time! Lastly, I wanna tag my absolute best friend and ride or die who has been a light in my life, @itscrimsonsixx for all her support, love, and just being a beautiful person! This blog would not be the same without her and all of you guys! Love you all a ton and hope you’re having the best time during the rest of your summer! Keep those reqs and asks coming, I love reading them and writing them up!

#killingitreservoirdogsstyle #quentin tarantino #reservoir dogs #reservoir dogs x reader #resdogs #mr orange x reader #freddy newandyke x reader #freddy newandyke #mr orange #mr orange headcanon #tim roth #tim roth x reader #movies #anon ask #thank you anon #love you guys a ton

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ariadnasdiary · 2 years

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#Muse answer to Basic Q&A ★

Mun Ari: I want to thank the cute anon-chan that sent me this questioner! ♡

Whats your name? Is there a meaning behind it ? :

Ariadna: *giggles* My full name is Ariadna Koizumi Martínez, nice to meet you!

According to my mom and internet jeje: Ariadna means "kind-hearted", "compassionate" or "pure". I like it very much, it's cute.

Any prefered Alias or nickname that you'll like to be called as? :

Ariadna: You can call me simply Ari, everyone calls me like that.

What kind of person do you think you are? :

Ariadna: hmm... I think I could describe myself as shy, insecure and quite clumsy. However, I consider myself to be kind, patient and honest. I’m an easy-going and relaxed person and as such I rarely get in trouble.

When is your birthday? How do you celebrate it? :

Ariadna: My birthday is on the 21 of November! I love celebrating my b-day! Is the best day of the year to me *giggles*. I like to do different things each year, but I like that that day I'm like a princess and I get to choose! I like to be pampered and spoiled! I want to have fun from the moment I wake up until I go to sleep!

What's your age? ：

Ariadna: *proud* I'm 18! In my country I'm an adult you see~

What's your gender?：

Ariadna: I'm a woman as you can see ^^

How tall are you? Are you satisfied with your height?:

Ariadna: I'm 1.56 m... I'm not going to lie: I'm not that happy with my height since it comes with disadvantages. In my country I was considered to be in the mean height for women, maybe a little shorter, but I'm mostly so short in comparison with many! I wish I could have reached at least the 1.60 m though...

Where did you come from?：

Ariadna: I'm from Mexico! More specifically from the capital, Mexico City!!

What charm do you suppose that you possess？：

Ariadna: *fidgeting her fingers* I-I'm not sure I have such a thing... but people sometimes says that my empathy or kindness are what makes me charming. Others says that my height or even my shyness are charming, but I wouldn't know or any of them.

Do a voice impression, will you?~：

Ariadna: *blushes* F-From who? Eh...

*lowering the voice* "Yuriii... Shortcake... have you seen my phone?? I'm so booreeed!! Hey, shortcake~ do something to entertain me~" *giggles all red*

Name one of your favorite activities, can you?~ ：

Ariadna: I really like writing on my diary! Also, I truly enjoy either explore the city or to stay at home relaxing with a good book or play with my phone! Baking is also a thing I enjoy doing from time to time~

How do you greet someone in the morning?：

Ariadna: At school I simply say good morning to my classmates or friends. To show my respect towards elders, I learnt to bow accordingly.

However, at home is different: I greet Yuri with a simple 'good morning', but I greet Kino with a morning kiss either in the cheek or in the l-lips... depends! *blushes*.

Back in my country, it is a cultural thing to greet your friends with a kiss on the cheek and acquitances with words alone.

What's the last thing you say to someone before going to bed?：

Ariadna: To Yuri, I simply tell him 'good night' and to Kino I give him a good night kiss and a hug *blushing*

Favorite possession (item)? ：

Ariadna: My diary is my most precious possession.

Why not talk about your hairstyle a little?~：

Ariadna: What an odd question... *giggles*. Well, I usually style my hair in a half ponytail. Is simple and I like how it looks on me! I do change my hairstyle from time to time or decorate it with some accessories.

Any unique characteristics on you?：

Ariadna: Aside the fact I'm quite short? It could be the way I dress that is strange to where I actually reside. Oh! At least here in Japan, my appearance is considered to be a little unusual since I have Latina characteristics ^^'

Do you have a special nickname to call someone as?

Ariadna: *blushes* I-I only give nicknames to those I'm closed to. I like calling Naomi 'Nami', but it is an inside joke. Yuri is Yuri. And to Kino is varies: I mostly call him 'Kino', but when I feel like it I call him 'amor', 'querido', 'my love', 'honey', and 'your highness' to mock him.

What's your favorite color and why?:

Ariadna: I like all colors really! But I love pink and lilac above them all!

What do you enjoy doing?：

Ariadna: I mentioned writing is my main hobby, exploring the city and play on my phone... sometimes baking too.

What's your special skill?：

Ariadna: Is keeping Kino in line considered to be one special skill? I dare to say I'm good at giving advices and listening to people. Pampering and comforting people too!

Demonstrate a short love confession! I dare you~ :

Ariadna: *blushing* Oh no, please no! I-Is embarrassing!

Mun Ari: You have to ^^'

Ariadna: eck! W-Well... *closing her eyes* I love you. I want to be by your side for as long as we can. I never felt like this before, but I only feel like it when I'm with you. You make me so happy... I-I can’t go on! Next! *blushing*

Your favorite food, and why?：

Ariadna: I love Japanese and Mexican food! But also Arabic food! Specially noodles or Ramen, sushi, pozole and curry!

Your favorite drink, and why?：

Ariadna: I love tea, coffee, calpis and tepache!

Any favorite book?：

Ariadna: hmm... pride and prejudice I think.

Any favorite genre of movie? Hmm, why?：

Ariadna: I love comedy, romance and fantasy! I like to have a good time when watching a movie and to get absorbed in the story! I know sometimes they picture love as something irrealistic or exaggerated or 'perfect', but I know is not true, yet it doesn’t affect the fact I enjoy watching them!

Favorite game? (If none can skip)：

Ariadna: Any Mario game are so much fun!

Favorite music? Why?：

Ariadna: I like pop and classical music. One for dancing and singing and the other to relax!

What's your weakness？：

Ariadna: S-Socializing... presenting to a public... being rude...

Anyone that you respect？~：

Ariadna: I respect those who are hard-working and passionate with what they love! Those who work to achieve what they dream! The brave and extrovert too.

Do you have a wish?：

Ariadna: *a little sad* I wish I could see my family once again. To apologize for what I did back then and to make them part of my life was again...

Anything to say to those that are watching your interview?~：

Ariadna: thank you for coming! It was fun and entertaining!

#ariadnasdiary #ariadna koizumi martínez #ariadnaxkino #ari answers #muse answer to basic Q&A ask #diabolik lovers latino #diabolik lovers oc

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sincericida · 4 months

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someone on Tumblr started a rumor Henry raped someone in China. He didn’t. The “evidence” they had was literally made up. That’s what the anon is alluding to. They started the rumor because he publicly dated a woman named Tara that was 11 years younger than him or something, and they decided that means he’s a terrible person and shouldn’t be Superman because they hated his Superman portrayal. I wish I was joking, but that’s the ugly world of the internet. Then, they hide behind the word allegedly because they think it allows them to get a free pass to say whatever they want. It doesn’t. You are literally garbage to lie on someone about something that vile and continue to chip away at someone’s character when you know you’re lying l. Tara was an adult. She was not a child, whether you agree with him dating her or not! Bearing in mind, that’s literally the only woman he has ever dated that is that much younger than he was and afterwards he came forward to discuss how he didn’t understand what people were talking about considering his first girlfriend at 19 was 42. But regardless, Tara was 19 and he was in his thirties and the internet wants to infantilize grown women because of their own hang ups and villainize men because “feminism.” It’s left a stain on his reputation on the internet and it’s utterly ridiculous and pathetic to have done so when it’s literally not even true. As in, there was no woman in China, there are no photos, no one has ever come forward, there is no trail of evidence, there is nothing. They picked China for their lie because of racism thinking it made it more believable it would happen there and they did it to hurt him because they’re terrible. The people who keep perpetuating the rumors like that other anon just don’t like him and want to make others not like him too. That’s the actual truth. So. There you go. Saved you a lot of research time to find out there’s nothing there. The internet is filled with liars with nothing to do.

Anon, I was dizzy with this information. And honestly, many people are still absolutely sure that the internet is a land without law.

It would be great if everyone asked the following question before posting something: that I’ll write about person X, I would tell her, face to face? Because it’s very easy to feel brave and bold by being anonymous behind a screen.

About Henry, I need to form an opinion for myself.

Thanks anon, in any case.

#my thoughts #ask box #about trolls #henry cavill #the internet is not land without law #ask anon #ask response

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darling-i-read-it · 3 years

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Already Married

Rick Flag x fem!reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: spoilers for suicide squad except i ignore that one decision the writers made you know the one, violence,

Author’s Note: this ended up being longer than I thought it would be but I was rewatching the movie while I watched it and ugh im such a whore for rick flag so here you go I hope you enjoy :)

Requested: by anon, Hi Dear, first of all I want to say I love your Rick x Reader Oneshot :) I like the idea that the reader and Rick lead Task Force X together. Unfortunately there aren't many of these... But what do you think about the idea that Rick and the Reader are secretly married? I mean they could be officially just be together/dating but keep the marriage a secret because of Waller? This woman is mean and she would definitely use it against the two... And the Squad finds out by accident on Corto Maltese? And again... I'm the anon that just asked about the secret marriage with Rick 😅 But I hadn't any more words. I just wanted to say it would be nice to read your version of this or anything about Rick and the Reader 😊 Looking forward to read more of your Flag. Thanks ;)

Summary: the request

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif) ('walk please!' 'no no no you gotta go like this. WALLLKKKK')

Your eyes opened slowly to the blaring sound of Rick’s alarm. He had five more alarms set then you did which meant you had to get up and turn them off. You slammed your hand over it and looked up at the dark ceiling.

It was too early for this.

You rubbed your eyes and kicked the blanket off of you. You sat up and slid so you were sitting on the side of the bed as you got yourself together. Today was going to be tough. Painfully tough. You hated working for Waller but hey, at least you were keeping the world safe while you complained.

Rick reached over the side of the bed and grabbed your hand. He groaned, face half in the pillow. You looked back at him and hummed in question. The noise came out of your throat a little rough from sleep.

“Stay. Five more minutes.” You shook your head gently but his eyes weren’t open. You brought his hand to your lips gently.

“We gotta go.”

“Says who?”

“Me.” He groaned even louder and picked up his head. You met eyes sleepily and he let your hand go to sit up. You stood up and stretched. “Don’t forget to leave your ring,” you muttered.

“If I’m gonna die I want to die with my wedding ring on,” he grumbled. The two of you weren’t even officially dating in the eyes of your jobs. You knew that if you were, Waller would use it against you. She could blackmail either of you. You couldn’t let her know you were even friends. So you opted to get married in secret and keep working.

“Yeah well don’t die then.”

===

You did a headcount as everyone got on the plane.

“Where’s Harley?” you asked Rick who was standing beside you. Everyone else was mostly strapped in. Even the damn weasel. Rick looked out the plane door.

“She’s coming.”

“Sorry I’m late everybody! I had to go number 2,” she said with that large smile on her face. “Flag.” She gave him a salute. “Y/L/N.” She kissed your cheek. You rolled your eyes.

“Go sit down Harls.”

“Aye aye ma’am.” She popped down on her seat. You looked everyone over and nodded to yourself.

“That’s everyone,” you told Rick.

“Good. Wheels up in five!” he called. You went to find your seat at the front. You couldn’t believe Waller set you up with these people. They all seemed a little more crazy then the usual bunch. You sighed. At least you had Harley.

Rick came and strapped in beside you. You ignored the chatter of everyone else in the plane. You often did.

“This sounds like suicide,” you muttered.

“Well I’d hate for you to find out what this team was originally called,” he joked. You laughed and nudged him. He gazed at you but you forced yourself to look away.

Harley watched quietly as the two of you fought to hide your relationship. She had her inklings. Granted she was the only one who was around the two of you very often so she was allowed to have those inklings. That look on Rick’s face said it all.

Man to have a love like that, she thought.

Then the weasel screeched, breaking her out of her thoughts.

===

The trip to Corto Maltese was a rough one and once you arrived it didn’t get much better. Most of the team was massacred and you and Rick were taken by the Maltese Resistance. Harley was taken elsewhere.

You rubbed your shoulder. A woman named Sol Soria had taken you in and helped you out. She gave you food and medical assistance. You stood behind Rick, rubbing his bare shoulder as you double checked his wound they had wrapped up.

“I’m alright,” he promised. You scoffed.

“That was awful Commander Flag. Forgive me for double checking,” you joked. He rolled his eyes but didn’t protest. Sol watched the two of you, having just learned your names and status. She didn’t mind that you were there. She was hoping that it meant she would get extra help to take out Luna.

She broke her eyes away.

“Thank you again,” Rick said to her. She nodded stiffly.

“Of course. My men and I were happy to find you alive.” You leaned against Rick’s back, lost in thought. You couldn’t help but feel sorry for the men you had lost. They were criminals and most of them were awful people but they were still people. You just hoped that Harley had made it somewhere safe. It was no secret that she was your favorite of the bunch.

You were running your hand over Ricks tatto sleeve.

“Would you mind if I ask you a question?” she aside. That caught your attention again. You and Rick both nodded.

“Shoot,” Rick said.

“Are you two married?” You choked on your own saliva. Rick laughed awkwardly. You quickly took your hand off his shoulder and smiled stiffly.

“No!” you said.

“No. No, of course not,” he said. She gave you two a look and you breathed out a sigh.

“Congrats. You’re one of the few people who know,” you muttered. She smiled to herself a bit. She knew war far too well. It was nice to see love too.

“Trying to keep it a secret from your superior?” Rick nodded.

“So we would appreciate it if you didn’t tell anyone.”

“Word of advice?” You nodded. “Stop acting like a married couple.” You both laughed dryly. You stepped further away from him.

“Noted.”

===

Harley grabbed your arm and moved you aside as Bloodsport ran past you. You were setting up bombs on the building, checking to make sure that the damn starfish would get blown up soon. You turned back around.

“Where’s Rick?” you asked, panic in your voice.

“He’s with Peacemaker!” she called, dragging you along. You shook your head, a worried pit in your stomach.

“I’m going to go get him.” Harley turned around to you and Bloodsport stopped completely.

“We don’t have time for you to be sentimental,” he said. You shook Harley’s arm and turned around.

“It’s emotional,” you argued. You handed Harley the rest of your bombs. “I won’t be long. You’re in charge.” She smiled.

“Yes!” She was too distracted to run after you and honestly, she didn’t have the heart anyway. You were worried. She knew the feeling. Bloodsport called after you but he was already running up.

You quickly rushed down the stairs, checking your watch. You had everyone’s tracker there. It was easy to find Rick from it, his little yellow icon flashing in your face. You shoved open the door, seeing Thinker at the edge of a large circular glass window. Your eyebrows furrowed as you saw Peacemaker, his gun raised to Rick. You stayed very still.

“Listen, it’s nothing personal,” Peacemaker said.

“Holding a gun on me is pretty fucking personal,” Rick said, appraoching him. You quickly hid behind the door so they didn’t know you were there. Rick could probably handle this. Yeah.

He could handle it.

You waited a second, your thoughts louder than their words. But at the sound of a scuffle you turned around.

He couldn’t handle this.

You shoot Peacemaker once in the back and then again. It gave Rick the upper hand to pin him. You rushed over to help him, crushing Peacemaker’s toilet seat of a helmet on his own face. He went limp.

“Peacemaker,” Rick muttered. “What a joke.” You turned to look at him.

“Wasn’t about to let you die without your wedding ring. Or in that shirt,” you joked. “You okay?”

“Just fine,” he said. He held up some sort of card. “I’ve got what Waller tried to hide from us. They were involved in this project from the beginning.” Your face went hard.

“Is this gonna make us lose our jobs Rick?”

“I don’t think I like this job anyway.” He dipped his head and kissed you passionately. You molded into his chest for a moment before forcing yourself to pull away.

“We’ll finish that later. Right now, let’s go save the damn world.”

Ratcatcher 2 watched from the other room eagerly as he held you close to his chest. She smiled brightly, dust in her hair. She got up clumsily, making noise and causing both of you to step away.

“How much of that did you hear?” you called. She shrugged.

“Enough.”

“We would appreciate it if you didn’t-” he started but she shook his head, that ghost of a smile on her face.

“We have to go save the world, remember?”

====

The large starfish fell, thanks to Harley, a spear, and a shit ton of rats. You were happy to see the damn thing go. You brushed your hair out of your face, breathing heavily, your gun still steaming. You turned to Bloodsport who was closest to you and smiled brightly.

Harley came tumbling down, covered in gunk.

“Yeah, yeah, I guess we did it,” Bloodsport said. Harley raised her spear.

“Hell yeah we did!” Harley called. You hopped off the rock you were standing on and Harley ran up to you. She threw her arms around you, laughing. You gagged, pushing her off, though you were laughing too.

“You stink Harls.” You looked around, unable to find Rick in all the rubble and people.

“Oh come on!”

“Harls, you see Rick?”

“Flag? No, not since earlier.” Your breathing started to pick up as you searched with your eyes, turning in circles. You hadn’t had your eyes on him the whole time. You assumed he could handle himself. Bloodsport went up to Ratcatcher, seeing how she and the rats were doing. You turned around, finally seeing Rick come out of the rubble. He wobbled up to you, coughing up some smoke. You ran up to him, throwing your arms around him.

You let out a loud sigh of relief.

You pulled away enough to kiss him harshly. His eyes went wide and then he settled into your lips, holding you around the waist.

Harley cheered.

“Finally! Finally!” she yelled. You pulled away slowly, still a little shaken from having thought you had lost him. You turned around but he kept his hand in yours.

“Shush Harley.”

“We’ve been making bets this whole time when you would make out,” Bloodsport said, walking closer to you.

“And I win,” Ratcatcher said.

“No, I win. I said it would be when we defeated the starfish,” Bloodsport said. Ratcacher shook her head smiling.

“I said they had already done it,” she said. “They’re married.” You gave her a hard look. Harley’s face lit up.

“No!” she said, smiling brightly. She ran up to you. “You got married?!”

“It was supposed to be a secret,” Rick said.

“Well it ain’t anymore!” Harley said. “How long? Was it nice? Why wasn’t I invited? Is it because I was in prison cause that’s no excuse.” You laughed and shook your head.

“It was just us. Trying to hide from Waller.” She nodded.

“Well then that’s a decent excuse. Oh!” She grabbed your hands. “How was the honeymoon?” she whispered.

“Harley, we have to be at the rendezvous point,” Rick said. He started to walk away. “But it was great, for your information.” You rolled your eyes.

“I wanna hear that from the lady.” You scoffed.

“Yeah, yeah,” you said. “It was pretty great.” Harley giggled. Her and the rest of the remaining team started to follow Rick away. You caught up with Rick, walking beside him.

“I guess we’re made,” he muttered. You smiled and reached into your pocket. You pulled out your wedding ring which you kept in a very tight zipped up pocket. You handed it to him and took his out of your pocket as well. He laughed heartily. “Why’d you bring these?”

“Had a bad feeling about this one. If you had died back there with Peacemaker I would have put your ring on your finger.”

“And if you had died?”

“You would’ve found it.” You extended your left hand. He met your eyes with a loving gaze. He slipped the band onto your wedding finger. You gestured for his finger and he held it up for you. You put his ring on as well.

Harley ran up behind the two of you.

“Lemmee see the diamond!” You laughed and showed it to her. She awed, smiling. “Awe, I’m so happy I could cry!” She pointed at Rick. “But if you ever hurt her I will gut you from the inside out.” Rick raised an eyebrow.

“Noted.”

You grabbed his hand as you walked to the plane. Harley fell back to talk to the others. He raised your intertwined hands and kissed the back of your palm. You flushed and rolled your eyes.

“Stop it. This is why we couldn’t tell Waller in the first place.”

“We had a good reason. You’re so damn distracting when I’m allowed to kiss you.” You shoved him but just as quickly let him wrap his arms around you as you walked to safety.

#rick flag x reader #rick flag imagines #the suicide squad spoilers #dc imagines

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