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#oh I'm sorry I forgot she's supposed to just. get over that. in a totally believable and human way
caeslxys · 1 year
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certain beloved members of vm and m9 are similar levels of morally ambiguous and unable to decisively deal with their personal shit that imogen temult is but only one them is constantly shit on for it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
#cr spoilers#vaguely? I don't even wanna tag that bc this is a little controversial in tone#'but imogen's shit doesn't make sense bc she has a support system and still refuses to deal'#liam obrien had an evil caleb playlist READY TO GO like????#taliesan has talked On END about how percy is a piece of shit#(affectionate)#god forbid the woman who had her entire life repeatedly wrecked from before the first episode and every five or so episodes after#be just like. a little fucking frayed. a bit on edge#also she repeatedly REPEATEDLY asked to just be told she was wrong all episode. she was BEGGING for clarity#not because she thought they were right. but because it's so hard for her to say that her mother is wrong#when she so badly wants to be able to save her and love her#she just wishes her mother wasn't involved how she is???#oh I'm sorry I forgot she's supposed to just. get over that. in a totally believable and human way#this is the closest I'm gonna get to Discourse bc it's not worth it but keeping these thoughts in my brain is abt to make me explode so#also!! this is not me shitting on percy or caleb!! they are also The Skrunkly of their respective campaigns for me!!#and I don't think either is a bad person!!!#I do think they were given more incentive to heal in less episodes than imogen has been given all campaign tho lol#also yes I know that people exist who Do shit on these two for exactly this#even with that it is not nearly what I have seen go imogen's way#also the universal queer sentiment of 'she tried to show me a world that was peaceful if only I went back to being normal'#I just don't get it 😭
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exhaslo · 5 months
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Kinktober Day 28-Gynecologist!Miguel x Nervous!Reader (Teasing/Fingering)
*Requested by reader ;) Also, early update due to working both jobs tmw*
        It was that time of year again for you. It was always a nerve racking experience since you always worried about anything being wrong with you. After a long shower, you changed into a fresh pair of clothing, ready for your appointment. The fear of you smelling or sweating or anything for that matter made you nervous. It was just a regular checkup. Nothing changed from last year, so there was going to be nothing wrong.
        Besides, your friend, Lyla, worked at the gynecologist as an assistant. She always helped you calm down. Lyla even tried to set you up with one of her friends. A handsome man named, Miguel O'Hara. You had dated him a few times and found him very attractive. If only you weren't so timid. During those dates you barely uttered a word, just a small squeak here or there. You were honestly surprised that he even asked you out a few more times. 
        You were starting to get comfortable with him. Perhaps on your next date you could ask him about his job and his likes. Miguel was so kind. He was defiantly your type. You even thought about him at night. Gasping lowly, you slapped your cheeks. Now was not a good time to think about Miguel. It would be embarrassing to be wet for your checkup.
"(Y/n)~ Come on in!" Lyla chirped, motioning you inside.
        You took your regularly deep breathes, slowly following Lyla's lead. You friend gave you a quick hug before leading you into a private room. Lyla hummed as she closed the door and asked the routine questions.
"Alright, and did the front desk girl tell you about the new gyno? I hope so,"
"S-She did. I was okay with it being...a male," You whispered, trying to hide your stutter. Lyla just curled her lips into a smile,
"Don't worry, (Y/n)! You'll be perfectly fine! Anyway, how's it going with Miguel?" She asked, changing the topic. Your eyes lit up,
"T-Thank you again for giving me his n-number! He...He is really kind...and sweet. He doesn't r-rush me when I try...try to talk to him," You explained, "He doesn't mind me texting him....instead."
"I told you he was a good one!" Lyla grinned from ear to ear, "He likes you a lot too~"
"H-He does?!"
        Lyla chuckled at your flustered expression. Upon hearing a knock at the door, Lyla hummed as she got you ready. You were getting nervous again. She helped you relax before opening the door.
"Hello, Miss-(Y/n)??" Miguel paused as he stared at you. You squeaked in response before turning to Lyla.
"Oh, totally forgot to mention that Miguel is your new doctor~" She said with a wide grin, "Now I know I'm supposed to stay in here with you both, buuuuuut you guys know each other~ Bye!"
        Just like that, Lyla left both you and Miguel alone. Your face was a million shades of red as you tried to fit your gown, recalling that you were naked in front of the man you were dating. Miguel cleared his throat as he took a seat by the computer. He glanced over your files before turning towards you.
"This must be awkward," He started and read your body language, "Would you like your phone to text me?"
        You nodded violently in response. Miguel resisted a chuckle and went to your pile of clothes on the separate chair and looked for your phone. He glanced at your panties, restraining himself. He gave you the phone and grabbed his, waiting for your response. A smile on his face as he watched you. You were so cute. Someone worth his time. Someone worth his love. Miguel would do anything to keep you happy and relaxed.
'Did you know I was going to be your patient?' You texted him. Miguel glanced at the message,
"No, I just started here two days ago. I don't want to make you uncomfortable, I can get another doctor." He replied. You hesitated before typing,
'No, it's okay. I was just surprised. Sorry if I made you uncomfortable.'
"Not at all," Miguel chuckled lowly and stood from his seat, "Just let me know when you want me to start. I'll take as much time as you need."
        Your eyes soften as you looked at Miguel. You remembered when you first met him. He was so tall and seemed so threatening. Putting your phone to the side, you played with your fingers as you took a deep breathe. You looked into Miguel's eyes and gave him a nod, allowing him to start.
        Miguel was slow and gentle. He asked you to raise your right arm before moving your gown. He watched your facial expressions, making sure that everything was okay. You whimpered quietly as his large hand took ahold of your breast, gently massaging it to check for any lumps. Normally, you would just tremble as the doctor checked you, but this was different. This was Miguel touching you. Something you only dreamed of. Not only was he making you shake from nervousness, but also giving you those dirty thoughts.
"All good on this side, now for the other." Miguel's hand gently trailed your back as he repeated the process on your other breast, "You're shaking, are you okay?"
"Y-Yes," You whispered lowly.
        You inhaled deeply as you tried not to focus on Miguel touching you. He was just doing his job. So what if his large hands felt good as they massaged your breasts. So what if he was more gentle with you than your previous doctors. So what if he smelled amazing? You were here for a check up, not to fantasize on him railing you. It wasn't like you were up for such a task anyway.
"Alright, you're all good there, no lumps. Now for the main part, just let me know when you're ready by propping your legs up for me, okay?" Miguel told you, rubbing your shoulder.
        God, he was so fine. You gave him a nod, watching as he got his gloves and tool ready. Now this, you were embarrassed about. You always hated this part. You could feel your heart about to leap out of your chest. Miguel was about to look at your pussy. You haven't even kissed the man yet and you were about to skip a bunch of steps. It was hard to think about his job now. All you could focus on was Miguel examining your wet pussy.
"U-Um," You gulped, reaching for your phone. Miguel handed it to you,
"Want some water?" He offered.
'No, I'm just...please be gentle with me. I know this is your job, but I can't help but feel even more nervous since we're dating.' You texted him. Miguel looked at his phone and chuckled lowly,
"Have I ever told you how cute you are?" He said, switching his glove, "I won't judge. How could I?" He gave you that sweet smile you loved.
        Nodding once more as he stole your breathe away, you got ready. You placed your feet in the little prompt set up they have and spread your legs. A shiver ran up your spine as the cold air hit your pussy. Miguel tighten his gloves and sat on his chair, rolling towards you. You bit your lower lip as he sat directly in front of your cunt, spreading your legs out even more. This was just a check up. Just a check up and nothing more.
        Miguel withheld a groan as he noticed your cunt already wet. Despite your nervousness, it seemed like you were practically excited for him to be looking at you, to be touching you. This was turning him on. Normally, Miguel would get these over with since every other girl would not hesitate to spread their legs for him. Miguel was loving this change of pace. He was loving everything you did. Miguel wanted to hear your voice. A voice only for his ears.
"Alright, let me know if anything feels uncomfortable. I'm just going to feel around for anything, okay?"
"O-Okay," You stuttered.
        Miguel had to bite his cheek. He proceeded to enter a finger inside you, with holding a groan at how tight you were. So wet and so tight, just for him. As he felt around your velvet walls for anything strange, Miguel could not help but hear a quiet whimper coming from you. He glanced at your expression, watching as you closed your eyes and biting your lower lip. God, Miguel was going to lose his patience with you. He knew that you were only like this because it was him. Lyla had told him about how difficult it was for other doctors to even touch your breasts. The fact that you were letting him do this was just so tempting.
"How are you doing?" Miguel asked. You gasped lowly as he pressed his finger up,
"F-Fine," You said, shaking from his touch.
        Miguel's finger was just exploring your insides for anything out of the ordinary. It wasn't like he was actually fingering you. However, his finger was so thick and it was making you hot. You tried to think of something else, but the idea of Miguel doing more was turning you on. You whimpered lowly as you felt yourself clench against his finger. Why did these thoughts have to come now? Miguel was just doing his job and here you were getting horny.
"I'm going to insert the tool now. It will feel uncomfortable for only a second, okay?" He told you.
        You just nodded in response and followed his orders. Once he finished with the tool, Miguel approached you. He was so close. Miguel took his gloves off, bringing his hand to your cheek,
"You did so good for me. Are you okay?" He asked you. 
"Y-Yes," You told him and rubbed your legs slightly, "U-Um...S-Sorry...But...I..."
        Miguel raised a brow and read your body language. Your perky nipples and the juices that were streaming down your cunt were just all so tempting. He glanced into your eyes that screamed, 'fuck me'. Knowing that he couldn't or he would lose his job, Miguel inhaled deeply. He leaned down to peck your lips,
"Can I just say, that you are so goddamn tempting?" He whispered, enjoying your expressions, "I know what you want, and I can't give it to you here...But I can help release that tension."
"P-Please?" You nearly squeaked.
        Miguel nearly cussed. He returned to his chair, sitting directly in front of your poor, lonely cunt. He leaned forward and blew against it, watching you twitch. A smile formed against his lips as he entered two fingers this time. He stood up and pumped his fingers inside you, watching your face contort in pleasure. You were so tight for him. So needy. 
"I want to hear your voice later tonight, could you do that for me?" Miguel whispered in your ear as his fingers pumped into you.
"Hah...hah....Y-Yes....I can," You whimpered a soft moan, raising your hips slightly. 
        Miguel hummed happily and curled his fingers right at your sweet spot. Your body arched as you grinded your hips against his hand. Miguel quickly swallowed your moans with a kiss, not wanting anyone to hear you. As much as he wanted to hear those sweet moans, he knew that if he did, he would fuck you right here and now. Feeling your pussy tighten against his fingers, Miguel curled his fingers again. You held onto him as you reached your orgasm.
"That's it. That's my good girl," Miguel whispered, removing his fingers and licking them, "Taste so sweet. I'll have to reward you later,"
"M-Mig," You whispered, panting softly as you sat up. You reached for you phone, 'Want to come over to my place after work?' You texted him. Miguel glanced at his phone,
"Wouldn't miss it for the world." He leaned down to kiss you again, "Get dressed. I'll see you later."
        You smiled softly as Miguel left. Quickly putting your clothes back on, you noticed that your panties were missing. Your face turned a million shades of red, knowing that Miguel must have swiped them. You whined softly before grabbing your phone.
'Please bring my panties back!'
'Sure, when I see you tonight.'
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margotw10bis · 4 months
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Crashing On Crush. JJK 5 [m]
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crush!Jungkook x reader
Genre: smut; series; romance; angst
Words: 2.5k
Synopsis: What happens when your first encounter with your crush is Jungkook seeing your ass?
Warnings: angst; broken heart; crying
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You enter your apartment, take off your shoes and sit on your couch without turning the lights on, too stunned by what you'd witnessed. There must be an explanation. Maybe you didn't hear well? Or you didn't see well? Maybe Jungkook has a sister? A cousin? It can't be what you think it is, can it? As much as your heart hurts, you try to think straight. Jungkook didn't lie, he didn't use you to cheat, right? Maybe if you weren't this shocked, you'd cry. But your eyes remain dry as you pull off your phone from your pocket.
You open the Instagram app and search for Jungkook's profile. If he has a sister or a cousin this close to him, he would have posted a photo of them together. You pray for having missed it the hundred of times you have checked his profile the past few months. But you go through all the pictures and no sign of this girl. A dragger is thrown to your broken heart but this can't be. You deny the facts.
Okay, let's search for an explanation because there must be one. You call Suzi and she answers the first ring.
"Hi, Y/N, whats up?"
She sounds so cheerful, like a thousand miles from your mood.
"Hi, is Taehyung here?" You ask with a white voice
"Sure" Just by the way she says that, you know your best friend frowns with worry. "Is everything okay?"
"Yeah, I just need to ask him something"
Suzi knows you well enough to not ask questions. She knows you'll tell her when you need.
"Hello?" Tae's deep voice flies to your ear through your phone
"Hi, uhm, I just wanted to know, does Jungkook have a sister? Or a cousin quite the same age?"
"No, he doesn't, why?"
You wish you could find the courage to ask 'does he have a girlfriend?' but you don't. Maybe you don't even want to know. It's better than to have the proof he's been lying to you. But has he really? You never talked about that, he never told you that he was single. However, you both shared something so special after having sex. At least, you thought. What are you doing to do? You don't even have the energy to think and you don't even want to because the stab in your heart, in your soul is too painful.
"Just to know, thanks"
You don't know how you managed to speak with such a dry throat but you hang up quickly to not have to do it again. You stay, in the dark, thinking about nothing for hours.
This only thing that keeps you from going crazy is the little sentence you repeat over and over again in your head: 'This can't be'.
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The next day, you have decided to put whatever you have seen aside. You are supposed to go to the Lotte aquarium with Jungkook. Maybe you could even ask about the girl during the day and he will tell you that you totally misunderstood the situation, laugh and then give you a rational explanation.
You knock on Jungkook's door at 2pm. You took the time to get ready this morning - it's not like you've slept anyway. However, you couldn't focus enough to be very sophisticated so you just put some jeans, a white t-shirt with a leather jacket on and a pair of Converses. You swipe your sweaty hands on yours jeans, waiting for Jungkook to open the door.
He does, just a few seconds later. You can say he is surprised to see you. And you are surprised too when you see him stepping outside his apartment and closing the door after him, even when he doesn't look like going out with his black sweatpants, oversize grey t-shirt and Nike slippers. This a painful sign that the girl has probably spent the night with him and is still there. You try your best not to wince at the physical pain in your heart.
"Hi, are you ready?" You ask, even if you know the answer but deny is still better than having your heart break, again.
"Hi, Y/N, I'm sorry I forgot to text you. I can't today"
"Oh, maybe we could go another day, then?"
"I don't think so"
You can't help but take a step back, just like if Jungkook has slapped you in the face. Because it does feel like it. Why does he sound so cold when he was so sweet just a few days ago? When he had sex with you?
"I-I thought..." You try to speak your thoughts but they are so all over the place you don't know what to say.
"You thought wrong" His words are as harsh as his tone. "Look, I never said I wanted something serious, sorry if I gave you this impression. It's better if we don't see each other again. You should go"
Just like that, without even giving you a glance, he enters his apartment. You stay in the hallway, speechless. It hurts so fucking bad. Your body, your heart, even your soul. Yesterday, you were ready to tell him that you loved him, and you'd fallen in love with him in just few days because he was so caring. Because of the way he looked at you with his sweet doe eyes. The way he has hugged you after you had sex. The same man who warmed up your heart with so much love has just crashed it down in a million pieces. And each piece seems to have been stabbed with his words.
You don't even know how you went home. But the second you pass the door, your legs fail you and you cry on the floor. This is so much pain because you have never loved someone that much. And the only person who can help you from drowning completely in the darkest soreness is your best friend. You dial her number but you can't speak, your throat hurts too much because of your sobs.
"Y/N?"
By only hearing your cries she already grabs her car keys.
"I'm coming, everything is gonna be okay"She tells you, quite a panic in her voice because you've never cried so much
You hope so, so much that she is right.
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You stay for hours in Suzi's arms, crying. You can't explain why you're crying because every time you relatively calm down and try to speak a word, the pain is too unbearable and you cry again. You're so tired by the tears shaking your body that you end up falling asleep in your best friend's arms.
You wake up with puffy eyes and you pray you'll have time to make yourself look better before going to work. You already know that it'll take all of your energy to pretend nothing happened when your heart is completely mashed up.
You are sad - even beyond sad - but so angry at the same time. At Jungkook for lying to you and making you hope something. At Suzi and Taehyung for introducing you to him. At you for your stupid crush on him. You wish you'd never seen his picture on Instagram, you'd never clicked on his profile, you'd never talked to him, kissed him and fallen in love with him.
"Are you going to tell me what happened?" Suzi asks gently while you are struggling with your make-up. "Is this about Jungkook?"
You freeze at the name, a noticeable pain striking your heart and you wish you didn't feel the pain physically.
"Yes, it's about him" You try to focus on the mirror but you feel your eyes filling with water, again. "He-He said he doesn't want to see me anymore"
"What?!"
You look at Suzi in the mirror, she looks angry and... so fucking surprised. You lift a brow in a silence question.
"This guy is so fucking crazy, I don't understand him" She finally says after recovering her voice.
"Tell me about it" You sigh
"No, Y/N, you don't understand. I heard him talking on the phone with Tae. He said he liked you, he wanted to spend time with you... I mean, it doesn't make sense saying that to his best friend and treating you like that"
You wish her words didn't soften your heart because you shouldn't feel anything about Jungkook, even if it's about him liking you. Or pretendedly liking you.
"Well, maybe it's because Tae is your boyfriend and you are my best friend so he said that to not be an ass"
"But he is an ass"
Suzi gets closer to you and hugs you tightly. You close your eyes, appreciating how her love wraps around you just like her fragile arms.
"I'm so sorry, Y/N. You don't deserve that. You are such a great person. I love you, you know that, right?"
"I love you, too Susu"
She kisses your cheeks and wipes a tear from your eye.
You are working more than usual, no taking any break and starting a new task as soon as you finish one. You have to keep yourself busy. It's the only way you'll not cry in front of everyone. That doesn't mean that your colleagues don't notice you look like shit but they are kind enough not to say anything.
You have decided you won't love ever again because it's way too painful. It's okay, you'll have a cat and you are sure Suzi or Jongseob will be kind enough to let you stay at their place when they'll be married with kids. You don't need to be loved, you just need to don't suffer like that ever again because you know you won't survive. You already know the name of the cat: Bam.
"Hi Y/N"
You startle at Namjoon's voice. You were so in your work that you didn't notice him coming at you.
"Hi" Your voice is less strong and cheerful that you hoped
"I was thinking of eating out tonight, do you want to join?" Namjoon kindly asks you.
Honestly, he has noticed how sad you were today and it did make his heart ache. Deep down, he suspects something about the guy who has eaten with you two the other day but he can't be sure and he doesn't want to push you. He is just wishing to cheer you up because yes, Namjoon is a great guy. The kind that won't hug another woman and tell her he loves her the next day after having sex with you.
In your head, an internal struggle takes place. Do you want to have dinner with Namjoon tonight? On the one hand, you know you won't be good company because you are not in a good mood to say the least. Are you selfish enough to accept when you know you will probably deprive him from a good evening after a long day of work? On the other hand, spending time with Namjoon means keeping your mind occupy and keeping your heart - relatively - sound for a few hours before going home and cry out, once again, all the tears from your body.
You decide to give him the choice because it's only fair to him.
"Are you sure? I won't be the funniest friend for the night" You try to joke but fail miserably when your laugh turns out to be more a weird snort
"I'm sure, I'll be funny for two"
You don't know what kind of magic holds Namjoon but he manages to draw a weak smile on your face. Once again, you wonder why you didn't fall in love with him rather than with Jungkook. You wouldn't be heartbroken.
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When you knocked on his door yesterday, Jungkook was surprised to see you. He completely forgot he was supposed to see you. Well, all his life has been shaken upside down when she came back.
When he moved to Seoul five years ago, he wanted to leave his old life behind. His old demons too. He wanted to be a better man and maybe, just maybe, be happy, just once. Honestly, he thought he could be with you. When Tae just told him about you, he was skeptical: it wasn't the first time his best friend tried to introduce him a woman. But you were different. You are different. He is not going to lie, your first encounter was quite something! He can't deny that when he first saw you - or your ass to be more precise - he found you so hot. But then, when he saw you shy around him, he felt flatted that such a great woman was interested in him. He'd never thought in a billion years that someone this beautiful, funny, smart and kind could want him. But you did.
When he fucked you on his dinner table, it wasn't just sex for him. When you hugged him after you both had reached your highs, he felt loved. He almost cried of how good it felt. So he thought that, maybe if he were lucky enough, one day you could love him like he was starting to love you. He might not have starting things right with you by fucking you on his table but he was willing to rectify it by going on a date and official asking you to be his girlfriend. His first real girlfriend. He was so stressed you would say no but you were worth at least trying.
But then, she came back.
Jungkook just wanted to see Tae and ask for advice for your date. She was waiting outside his building. He was so fucking surprised to see her. He hadn't see her in years. The last time was in Busan, before he moved to Seoul to start his new life. She asked for his help. What was he supposed to do? She was his best friend. At least, she used to be. He had left her once, he couldn't do it again. Maybe it was fate: just a reminder that he wasn't good enough for you and that he'll never be. You didn't know him, you didn't know what he had done. It was better to stop everything now before you break his heart when he'd tell you about his past because there was no way you'd want him if you knew.
It was so hard and so painful to talk to you like that. To lie by saying he didn't want to see you again and that you misunderstood the signs because you were fucking right. He wanted to be with you. The pain in your eyes was unbearable, he almost told you that it was all a lie and hugged you tight to ease the pain he caused you. That's why he didn't look at you. If he had, he knew he would have given up all his good resolutions and it was too selfish. He hold on on the idea that you couldn't love him yet, it was too soon, and that you would find someone better than him. Perhaps, this Namjoon guy who works with you. His heart and fists clenched at the thought you'd be in someone else's arms, that someone else's would make love to you. He wished so much it could be him. Maybe in another life. A life he could be a good man from the start so he could be with you. 
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webslingingslasher · 4 months
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i was thinking about how boyfriend!frat peter would swing his way back to trouble and like thinking if she needs something or what she was doing all the time he was on patrol like
"has she seen the episode we didn't get to finish?"
"nah, she wouldn't... right?"
"i hope she forgot bout it"
"i think she ran out of toilet paper"
"gonna be so mad if she saw that episode without me"
kinda messy in a peter way but he likes to find himself thinking about her after being spiderman because sets him down to earth again <3
the second peter had his hand on your window, your laptop slammed shut. you were sitting a little too straight up, your hands in plain sight.
'were you watching porn?' you sputter, the idea making your chest feel warm. 'no! i was just looking at stuff.' peter's eyebrow quirks, 'porn stuff?'
'no!' your eyes flash around the room, it's a guilty look. 'oh, c'mon, it can't be that bad. what kind of stuff are you into?' peter swears he's joking, but when he playfully reaches for your computer you flatten yourself on top of it.
'holy shit, it really is porn.'
'it's not porn! it's... it's... for you. yeah, it's for you and it's a surprise!' your boyfriend blinks, 'you have to believe the lie to sell it, trouble.'
you couldn't be caught, peter would never forgive you.
'you got me at a bad time, you were supposed to call me on your way over.'
'did you miss me that bad? you had to pregame my arrival?' you huff, sitting up and fixing your hair, you don't realize how close your boyfriend got.
'i wasn't doing that!'
'you were about to.'
'no!'
peter's having way too much fun, 'then what were you doing?'
'i already told you, nothing!'
peter's quick, he grabs your laptop but not before you catch the other side. a gentle game of tug and war. 'i'm gonna look.' you tug, it's useless, peter could rip it from your grasp in a second.
'no! not allowed!'
'then tell me what you're hiding.'
'no!' you screech louder when he takes total ownership of the machine. guilt washes over you, you've been caught red handed. the only solution was looking at your knees.
your boyfriend gasps in horror at the screen, it sounds like how you knew he'd feel about it.
'i'm sorry, peter. you were never supposed to find out.'
'how could you do this to me? to us?'
you can't even make eye contact. 'i know, i'm sorry.'
it's like it chokes him to say, 'how long has this been going on?' you look up at him, if you plead he may accept your apology.
'not long, i promise! it was just today.... and maybe last week. but i swear i'll never do it again.'
'this hurts, trouble. this really hurts me.'
sure, maybe you did betray his trust a little. but he's the one that got you hooked in the first place, he can't push all the blame on you.
'but you've already seen it! and i really wanted to see the next episode and you weren't here and i figured it would be okay... but that was four episodes ago.'
'fine. but you need to keep me updated, because the only reason i'm rewatching it is so i can experience it with you.'
a subtle confession, something you weren't supposed to take to heart, but you did. the whole reason peter got you watching was so he could relive all his favorite parts, but with you.
you pout, peter pushes your computer back in your hands and points at your bottom lip. 'no. you dug your grave, you don't get to be sad that i'm sad.'
'but i'm really sorry.'
'sorry you got caught.'
'no! i'll never watch it without you, i promise.' except you were in the middle of a very juicy scene and you're itching to press play. peter can read you like a book.
'you wanna do it right now, don't you?'
'no.' ..... 'yes.' ..... 'but i won't.'
'god gives his hardest battles to his strongest soldiers.'
peter doesn't understand the restraint you're showing. 'you stink, go take a shower.'
'promise you won't keep watching?'
it's hard, but you can do it for him.
'promise.' 
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george-weasleys-girl · 11 months
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Hii, how are you?
Can I request something from your prompt list? Fred x Ravenclaw, shy and quiet(total opposite of Fred) reader
"I never said I was in love with her!" "Maybe not out loud."
And
"How can I let her know that I worship the ground she walks on, but in, like, a chill way."
Thank you! I love your writing ❤️
Fred x Shy Ravenclaw Reader
~•~
The library is not the place one would think to find Fred Weasley, including Fred himself. The library was for pulling pranks on Filch in the restricted section during the wee hours of the morning, not actual studying. And yet, here he was, chin resting in the palm of his hand, a dreamy gaze on his face, ignoring the open book in front of him. Truthfully, he had no idea what it was about, as he'd grabbed it randomly off a shelf so he could at least appear like he was doing something studious.
"Hey Freddie!" George's voice startled him out of his reverie. "Whatcha up to?" He asked, following his twin's gaze.
"Just, uh, trying to get a bit of studying in," Fred slammed the book closed.
George smirked, picking up the book. "So, what's so engrossing that you forgot we were supposed to start working on our new invention a half hour ago."
Fred looked up at the clock. "Oh shit, sorry Georgie, I must've lost track of time."
"No worries, mate," George said with an absent-minded air, flipping through the book. "An In-Depth Study of Wizarding World Economics. Riveting stuff, no doubt. I can see how time got away from you."
Fred rolled his eyes and snatched the book out of his George's hands before striding out the door. "Are you just going to stand around here wasting time, or are you gonna come help me work on things?"
George chuckled and glanced over at the only reason his twin had graced the library with his presence today. Y/N sat with several other of her fellow Ravenclaws, digging through the mountain of books piled on their table.
Fred had been head over heels for her ever since Professor Sprout paired them up for a project in Herbology. Though he'd never in a million years admit it. George reckoned it was because his twin had no idea how to express himself to someone like Y/N. Most of the time, all Fred would have to do is waggle his eyebrows and give his trademark wink, and girls would be falling all over themselves to get his attention. However, unlike his usual type, Y/N was a shy, quiet bookworm who paid more attention to her newest novel than the flirty overtures of Hogwarts' most notorious prankster and playboy.
~•~
"I think Fred Weasley has a little crush on you," Jess commented as they left the library.
Y/N stared at her friend. "What gives you that crazy idea?"
"Because he barely took his eyes off you the entire time he was in the library."
"Nonsense, he was probably looking at you or Cara. You two are the hottest girls in Ravenclaw."
Jess laughed and nudged Y/N's arm. "I bet you say that to all the girls."
Y/N giggled and shook her head.
"But, in all seriousness," Jess continued. "He was most definitely looking at you and only you."
"Well, even if he was, what am I supposed to do about it?"
"I don't know, talk to him maybe."
Y/N sighed. "You know I have trouble talking to guys."
"Or you could just flash him one of your beautiful smiles," Jess suggested. "At least let him know you're interested. You are interested, right?"
"Yeah, a bit," Y/N looked down to try to hide the heat rising in her cheeks.
~•~
"Hey, are you paying attention?" George asked Fred for the second time in a row.
Fred shook himself. "Of course I'm paying attention."
"Then, what did I just say?"
The older twin crossed his arms. "You asked me if I was paying attention."
George rolled his eyes. "Before that."
"Oh," Fred looked down. "Um..."
"Exactly."
"Dammit, I'm sorry, Georgie. My mind's just somewhere else today."
"Obviously," George replied. "Look, if you're so madly in love with Y/N, why don't you just ask her out."
His twin's eyes went wide. "I never said I was in love with her!"
"Maybe not out loud," George said.
Fred sighed. "Is it that obvious?"
"A blind man could see it, Freddie."
"Great...so the whole school knows?"
"Well, I wouldn't say the whole school," George said. "Just all of Gryffindor and half of Ravenclaw. And maybe a few Hufflepuffs. And probably one or two Slytherin."
"You're not helping," Fred groaned.
"Ok, ok, sorry," George chuckled. "You could just try talking to her, you know."
"Oh gee, why didn't I think about that?"
"I'm serious, mate. Talking to girls is, like, second nature to you."
"Yeah, but Y/N's different. She's not like the other girls I've dated."
"Oh, you mean like the ones I have to peel off of you with a putty knife?" George asked with a bemused grin.
"Well, yeah," Fred grinned. "But it's more than that. She's the first girl that I've ever really liked, you know, like as a girlfriend and not just a fun fling."
"That's a good thing," George said. "All the more reason to talk to her."
"But she's so sweet and shy. I don't want to come on too strong and scare her off or anything." Fred ran his fingers through his hair. "How can I let her know that I worship the ground she walks on, but in, like, a chill way?"
~•~
Today wasn't the first time the twins had skipped school, nor would it be the last. After receiving a bit of birthday money from their great-aunt, they decided a trip to Hogsmede was in order, sneaking off after breakfast. Neither of them expected to run into another Hogwarts student. And they certainly didn't expect that student to be Y/N.
Honeydukes appeared to be empty of customers when they bounded through the door. For the first time in a while, Fred's mind was on something other than Y/N.
"Our pranks are getting a little lackluster," he said, facing George as he walked backward down the aisle. "We need to make them bigger and better." To emphasize his point, Fred threw his arms out wide as they rounded the corner and felt the back of his hand connect with someone's face.
~•~
Y/N didn't skip school often. It was only when the stress of Hogwarts life got too much that she sought the peaceful atmosphere of Hogsmede during its downtime.
With finals looming on the horizon and a massive research paper for Potions due by Friday, she'd barely lifted her nose from the grindstone in the past few weeks. Add to that her friends' relentless teasing over the Fred Weasley situation, and it was enough to make her scream.
Y/N needed a day off. And she took it, arriving at Honeydukes just minutes after it opened.
Less than a half hour later, she sat sprawled on the floor, dazed, her candy strewn around her in every direction as she tried to figure out what in the hell hit her.
"Are you ok?" Fred knelt down beside her. "I'm so sorry, Y/N. I had no idea you were there."
"You're what hit me?" Y/N turned her head to look at him. "And right between the eyes, too."
"It was an accident!" Fred stammered. "I swear I didn't see you. We thought we were the only customers in the place."
"That's true," George confirmed, picking up the scattered sweets. "The place is usually pretty dead during the week."
"Oh-yeah--right. It's ok. It's not all your fault. My mind was a million miles away. I should've been paying more attention," Y/N gave a small smile and moved to stand up. Now that the shock had worn off, her cheeks burned at the thought of how ridiculous she must look right now.
"Here, let me help you," Fred offered his hand. She nodded and let him help her up.
"Thanks," she said, taking her basket of candy from George. "I should go pay for my stuff."
As she turned away, Fred spoke. "Hey, um, could I buy you lunch? As a way to make up for almost knocking you out."
Y/N tried to calm her pounding heart while her mind raced almost too fast for her to keep up. The idea of having lunch with Fred Weasley both terrified and thrilled her. Because despite what she'd said to her friends, she did like Fred. More than she wanted to admit. Secretly, she'd hoped he'd ask her out. But not like this. What even was this? It wasn't a date. Or was it? Were all her friends right? Did he really like her, too? Or was this just a friendly gesture? And besides, what would she even talk about? She wasn't prepared at all. Conversing had been easy during their project. She just kept to the subject matter. But, small talk? She sucked at small talk...
"Y/N? Are you sure you're ok?" Fred stepped toward her. George stood behind him, a concerned look on his face.
"Yeah, yeah. Sorry." The heat rose up in her cheeks again. Dammit.
"I could walk you back to castle if you'd prefer," Fred offered.
As nervous as Y/N was about having lunch with him, it wasn't enough to tempt her to go back to Hogwarts yet. "Um, no, I-I'm ok," she assured him. "Lunch sounds nice."
~•~
"You're the last person I expected to see here today," Fred commented to Y/N while they waited for food at the nearly empty Three Broomsticks.
She gave a sheepish smile and shrugged. "I've been stressing over finals and everything. I needed a break."
"I thought Ravenclaws didn't stress over school," George said.
Y/N almost snorted Butterbeer through her nose. "We stress over school more than anyone else. Why do you think we're studying all the time?"
"She does have a point," Fred agreed, garnering a warm smile from the shy Ravenclaw.
~•~
The sun was setting when Fred and Y/N stood outside Ravenclaw Tower. After spending an afternoon with the infamous Weasley twins, any lingering nerves she had were long gone.
"I had a really fun time today," Y/N said.
"Me too," he grinned. "You know, I was thinking, if you want, we could do this again sometime. Just you and me, though."
"I'd like that a lot."
"Really?! Okay, great!" Fred all but bounced in place. "So, it's a date?"
"Yeah, it's a date," Y/N confirmed, a smile spreading across her face.
~•~
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daydreamingmia · 2 months
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First Day on Set🌊🔱
Walker Scobell X Reader | Series | You Belong With Me🔱 Part 1
A/n: Sorry, I didn't re-read the story, so there might be spelling errors.
Y/n's bio: The reader is just a few weeks younger than Walker. She got her start on Good Luck Charlie as Charlie. But Taylor Swift discovered her musically. She has released three record-breaking albums so far. Once Taylor took her under her wing, things were never the same. Not that you didn't like it. You loved it!! But sometimes the paparazzi can be annoying. Especially when your best friends are huge stars.
When she gets the part of Annabeth in Percy Jackson, she becomes best friends with the cast. Especially her co-star, Walker Scobell. But will they become more than just friends?
The alarm clock goes off and you look over to see it is 7 am.
You groan as you turn it off
"Come on y/n! We are going to be late!"
You hop out of bed as your remembered what day it was. Today was the first day of filming Percy Jackson! You have loved Percy Jackson since you were very little and you were so excited to play Annabeth! You hop out of bed and rush to get dressed.
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By the time you are ready it is 7:35. You run out to the car and jumped in. Then you saw a text from the group. You have gotten very close to all of them in the last few months. Especially Walker.
Camp Halfblood GC
Walker🔱: Y/n! You were supposed
to be here 20 minutes ago! Are
you still asleep?🙄🙄🙄
Aryan🐐: Oh no! The monsters got y/n!!😱😱
Y/n: I just fought one off!! I'm on my way now!!
Y/n: I just fought one off!! I'm on my way now!!
Walker🔱: On second thought
maybe don't come here. 😬
Y/n: She says she'll let me live
if I tell her where Walker is hiding.
Walker🔱: What?!
Y/n: I'm on my way!! She let me go😁
Walker🔱: Oh no! You are the one
who is gonna betray me 😱😱
Y/n:🤣🤣🤣
Y/n: I'm pulling in now.
Walker🔱: Cool. You want some Chick fil a? I'm ordering delivery.
Y/n: YES PLEASE!!!😁
××FLASHBACK××
You and the cast of Percy Jackson were going to a Party to meet one another.
You get out of the car and are half way there when you realize you forgot your phone.
"Ugh! Mom I forgot my phone ill run back and meet you there."
She nidded
You were running back when you ran into someone.
"Hey!" He said jokingly as you both fell to the ground.
"I'm so sorry! I didn't look where I was going!" You apologized
"Don't worry about it!" He said with a chuckle as he stood up and offered you his hand. You took it and he pulled you up
"Hey aren't you that girl from Avengers?" He asked
"Please to make your acquaintance." You said in a funny voice bowing
You both laugehd
"Y/c/n is such a badass!"
You talked for a little but then parted way so you could get your phone.
××END FLASHBACK××
When you got to set you parking in your marked spot and went to your trailer to meet your hair and makeup artists(Gina and Natalie). They were very nice and sat you down as you got to know each other.
Walker walked in with Chick Fil A and sat next to you.
"I got you a cookies and cream milkshake too" He said sitting down I the seat next to you.
"Thank you!! Your makeup is done already?" You asked while grabbing the milkshake he was taking a sip out of.
"IT WAS DONE AN HOUR AGO! YOU WERE LATE!" He screamed and you both laughed.
You take a picture of him and the food and post it.
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The first scene you did was the bathroom scene.
You were talking with Dior when the director yelled action. You got yourself into character.
"I can explain" Walker said nervously
"No you can't" I replied
"Okay. Wait...I know you dont I?"
"No you don't" I replied channeling my inner Annabeth
"You were there that night in the infirmary"
"Yes. I'm Annabeth"
"Are you stalking me Annabeth?"
"Yes" I say like it's totally normal
"Okay" He said caught off guard
"Well, I've been waiting to see if something like this would happen so I know if you can help me"
"Help you do what?"
"Win capture the flag of course"
The director yelled cut and Walker walked up to you dripping wet
"Hey great job! You were born to play Annabeth!" He said as you backed away from him
"What's wrong?" He asked a little confused
"I don't want to get wet" you said continuing to set back
"Well in that case..." He said with a mischievous grin in his face
He then lunged forward and had you in and bear hug and was spining you.
The hug you didn't mind but now you were covered in water too.
"WALKER! PUT ME DOWN!" You demand
"Fine" He said putting you down
"That's what you get for eating my nuggets" He said with a fake stern face
"I hate you! You said looking at how soaked you were.
"You love me" He said with a smile
"I do" you sighed
A/N: This is my first attempt at fanfiction!! I hope you like it!
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bordysbae · 9 months
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I requested the prettiest fan and he won't stop talking about you, I can't believe I forgot to specify 😭, maybe Jack hughes, if that's okay? But I'm totally fine with any. Sorry again 😭❤️
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“meet n greet”
jack hughes x f!reader
🦋 BORDYSBAE’S 500 CELLY!
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today is meet and greet day, the day you’ve been waiting for for weeks. you slip on your jersey and mentally prepare yourself to be meeting most of the devils hockey team. the walk from the parking lot feels like ten miles, but before you can even realize it you’re in the same room as your favorite players. as you’re getting things signed and making small talk, jack notices you and can’t take his eyes off of you. “nico, that’s the prettiest fan i’ve ever seen,” jack quietly mumbles.
nico let’s out a little chuckle, especially knowing his best friends reputation when it comes to girls, “oh yeah? go talk to her then,” he chuckles once again.
“nico im being serious! she’s gorgeous, i can’t just go up to her! i’m the one she’s supposed to be fawning over, not the other way around!”
“fine then. you wont do it, so i will,” nico shrugs as he slowly makes his way closer to you. you see him in a conversation with another fan, so you wait your turn to meet the famous swiss boy.
“oh my gosh hi nico! it’s so nice to meet you!” you exclaim. you turn around and have him sign your jersey, and as he’s signing it he quietly states, “jack wont stop talking about how thinks you’re really pretty. you should go talk to him. he’s a little shy,” nico smiles.
your mouth falls agape at his words and your heart rate begins to increase, but you quickly compose yourself as you realize you’re right in front of his best friend. “oh okay,” you say calmly. you then look over at jack, who has a bright red flush upon his cheeks. you catch him staring, and he immediately looks away, making you let out a little laugh before walking over to him with a smile.
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nameless-ken · 2 months
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Your writing is phenomenal! ❤️
Would you be willing to do injured Daryl with reader protecting him until they can escape/help comes?
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warnings: Fluff & Angst <3
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I'm not the best at writing action into stories but hope you enjoy!
This totally did not go as planned. It was supposed to be a simple run just like all the previous ones you’ve been on with Daryl. You’ve become a team, always knowing the plan and having a backup and another backup just in case. 
This situation completely diminished all of your plans. 
The town you and Daryl traveled to was cleared out a few days ago, scouted by Glenn and Maggie on their way back from a previous run, but once you rode in on Daryl’s bike, that was not the sight. The town was crawling with walkers on every street. 
They heard the bike and immediately came at you both. 
“We can’t leave. We need that medicine.” You shout as Daryl moves to drive away. 
“It’s not safe. We can always come back.” 
“You heard Hershel. Judith is coming down with something and we don’t have any medicine she can take.” 
“Shit.” Daryl grunts, driving the bike around the outskirts of the town, trying to find a way to get in. 
“There!” You point to an alley with a fenced area, blocked off from the walkers. “We go over the fence and up to the roof and find the best way to the drugstore.” You devise, praying silently this all goes well. 
“This better work, Y/N.” Daryl drives into a wooded area, shutting off the bike. You both get off, killing a few walkers who have made their way to you. 
“I’ll go first and you follow behind.” You grip the knife in your hand, standing at the edge of some trees, trying to find the best opportunity to run. 
“I wonder which will get you killed faster, your loyalty or your stubbornness?” Daryl stands next to you, crossbow ready. “We go together.” 
You nod and count to three, the usual signal you both use to calm nerves and gain strength together. 
You both run, slashing and killing the walkers on your path. Once you make it to the alley, you immediately climb onto the fence, Daryl at your feet, helping you boost over. Thankfully not many walkers have noticed on the other side. 
You take down the couple walkers lingering by your side as Daryl climbs over, a sudden string of curse words catches your attention as you stab the last walker in the head. 
“What’s wrong?” You rush to Daryl’s side, watching a dark red trail down his arm from a large gash. “Oh my god, come on we have to get up and then I’ll take a look.” 
You have Daryl go first up the ladder to the roof of one of the buildings. Slower than usual from his arm, you feel something grab at your foot as you start climbing.
“Daryl, I’m going to be eaten alive here.” You remark jokingly, kicking the walker in the head. 
“I’m going as fast as I can.” You laugh lightly to yourself, trying to find humor in this situation. 
Once you both reach the roof, you set your pack at your feet, rifling through for the first aid kit. Daryl tosses his crossbow beside him as he slides down on the brick edge. He takes his vest off and his long sleeve shirt, bearing his chest. 
“Don’t worry, I’m just bleeding out here, possibly slowly dying from infection.” Daryl’s sarcastic tone makes you roll your eyes until they widen with panic. 
“Daryl.” You flip your pack upside down, all contents falling out. “Why isn’t the first aid here?” 
“What?” 
“I-it’s not here. I thought it was h-here.” You stand tall, making your way over to him. “I’m sorry, I-I must’ve forgotten to put it back when I p-packed this morning. I don’t know how I forgot it. I’m s-so sorry.” Tears brim your eyes. 
“Grab my shirt and tie it around so it’ll keep pressure.” You do as he instructed you, he winces slightly but calls for help through his walkie. 
“I didn’t see anything sticking out or else I would’ve told you.” You sit down beside him in defeat. 
“It’s not your fault Y/N. I didn’t see it either.” You can see his skin has gone paler from the loss of blood. You take off your jacket and long sleeve, leaving you in a tank top. 
You take the long sleeve and use some of your water to wipe some of the blood from his face. He flinches as you gently remove the grim, his muscles settle from the weakness of his body. 
“Is this okay?”
“More than okay.”
His words shock you at first. Daryl usually isn’t the flirty or intimate kind of person. It’s sort of comforting and exciting to be one of the few people that Daryl has opened up to. 
“You know, I think we make a really good team.” You joke as you finish wiping as much blood and grim from his face and neck as you can. 
“Guess you could say that.” You watch his eyes fall closed lightly. You send out a prayer to whatever magical force to have help get here faster. 
“You can sleep. I’ll keep watch.”
“I don’t want to.” Another sentence that doesn’t surprise you. Daryl has always been the one to lose sleep to take care of everyone else. 
“You need to. Your body is weak right now.” Daryl bites his lip and clenches his fists. “What are you feeling right now?” You kneel in front of him, surveying his anxious stature. 
“I don’t like dreaming.” Daryl’s mumbles, eyes holding firm on his lap. 
“Nightmares?” You ask, familiar with your own demons that keep you up at night. 
“Yes.” He says, quietly. 
“I have some of my own too.” You clear your throat, “and it’s not a weakness, Daryl. Yes, it may stop us in our tracks sometimes and leave us wide awake many times but it’s not a reason to be alone.” 
“Most of my nightmares are about losing you.” His words almost send you on your back, sending shockwaves of surprise and confusion. Daryl lifts his eyes to meet yours, convection in them. “Why do you think I’ve chosen you every time to go on runs with? I feel helpless whenever you’re not near me. I have to protect you and not in the same way I feel the need to protect Judith or Rick or anyone else at the prison. I’d rip the whole world apart by my bare hands if anything ever happens to you.” 
You didn’t think today of all days would be when Daryl himself confesses to you. As if you couldn’t love him more than you already secretly do. 
“Look at you, always caring so much for someone else, even when you’re bleeding out.” You smile widely, leaning in closer. “I love you, Daryl Dixon.” Even in his weak state, he softly wraps his uninjured arm around the back of your neck, resting his hand on the nape, pulling you even closer. 
“Even at my worst?” His lips ghosting millimeters near yours, breathing heavily. 
“Even at your worst.”
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mandomaterial · 9 months
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hey there! I was wondering if you can do a reader who has bright red hair? I'm talking about full blown reeeeeeeed hair.
Like, the reader visits the sully family along side norm and max, tonowari sees reader and is very intrigued by her hair? Bonus if she has freckles! Thank you! I love reading your work! ♥️♥️♥️♥️
Ofc my dear snickerdoodle, im sorry this took me so longgggg… sorry if it feels rushed? And i think he’s a little occ… i guess it’s got mor of a “young Tonowari” vibe :3
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Tonowari with a redhead
- it was a relatively regular visit for Max and Norm, that they scheduled a couple times a year, but for you? Oh, this was your very first time out of the forest and you were almost bursting with excitement! You had begged and begged them to let you come as well and finally, they let you, even if they were a little hesitant, you didn’t look quite like the standard human and they were quite nervous about the Na’vi’s reaction.
- The anomaly you had? Fire red hair! Your hair was something you’d always been proud of, you could say that you’d always seen the world differently and that the world always saw you differently. No one you knew had hair as vibrant as yours so you always deemed yourself a little more special amongst other kids or teens, some of them had different opinions about your hair, and more than a few times you got asked if you dyed it, some older people also shamed you for it sometimes, telling you that it was unnatural, the color of the devil and that you should dye it black or brown.
- those words and opinions definitely hurt sometimes but you never even considered changing your hair, it would go against everything your parents taught you and against everything you believed. So when you joined the avatar program, you were quite nervous about your team's reaction, but luckily Grace was there. She had red hair just like you and she made sure no one ever even dreamed of mocking her for it!
- but back to present events, you were sitting in the back of the heli, fiddling with your hair as you gazed at the astonishing scenery of the ocean, waves crashing and Ilu jumping over them. Just then you heard Norm yell “We’re almost there, get ready”
- And there it was, the island collection that formed Awa’atlu. Truly a sight to be seen. The landing went over quite smoothly and soon enough you were greeted by the Sully’s, getting bombarded by bear hugs from everyone, even little Tuk that wasn’t so little anymore.
- but even if the people had already seen humans, all eyes seemed to be glued to you. It made you a little uncomfortable but you couldn’t blame them, surely they hadn’t seen anyone with hair like yours. And natural to be interested in something new. but there was one pair of sticking blue eyes that didn’t seem to want to let go, even after all the commotion had settled.
- Kiri showed you to the guest tent that you’d be staying at and all the while she complimented your hair and asked all types of questions, it really made you happy that someone liked your hair this much! But because the two of you talked so much, Kiri totally forgot about what she was supposed to tell you about dinner!
- It was already dark and your stomach was already growling like the one of a starved animal, maybe they didn’t eat dinner? No way, maybe they all eat by themselves? Yea, that’s probably it. Thinking about it like that made you quite sad, no one was thinking of you.
- you decided that it was best to go for a little walk, maybe you’d be able to find some fruit or something. Opening the flap and finding our way to the beach was easy enough so now all you had to do was walk around.
- your bare feet carried you along the shore, sometimes dipping into the water, whilst keeping an eye out for something to eat. The village was already fleeting from sight as you reached the more rocky parts of the beach.
- but it seemed that you weren’t alone anymore, just a few meters in front of you, sat the strong and mighty leader of the Metkayina, Tonowari. He was leaning against a pretty large boulder, looking out to the wild sea. Not sure if you should approach him, you decided that you’d just sneak past him.
- unfortunately for you, the sand crunched under your small feet and of course Tonowari noticed you, but he understood that if you didn’t want to be noticed, then he wouldn’t react, so he just kept on looking forward.
- a relieved sigh left your lips when you successfully snuck past, and as you looked at your surroundings, there you saw it. A large tree, perched on a large boulder that bore wonderful looking, juicy, round, blue fruit.
- You couldn’t stop a little gasp from slipping and you knew that you had to try and get a few! So with a rumbling stomach, you hiked up your let between a little crevice in the rock, grabbed onto a few ragged edges, and pulled yourself up. Truth be told, it wasn’t that easy, you had to change positions a bunch of times and had to really manifest your muscles to even attempt to pull yourself up.
- but in the end, you stood atop the boulder, now facing another problem, why was this tree so tall?!? Slowly the frustration was getting to you but you paid it no matter. You wrapped your fingers around edges and cracks in the bark and tried to scale up the dark brown trunk. To say the least, this was raven harder than the boulder. You slipped and fell more times than you could count but you were determined to not let this stupid old tree get the batter of you! Another reason was that your poor stomach was still growling and grumbling, pushing you to try even harder. It felt like hours had passed and you’d still made barely any progress, only ever getting halfway up before gravity pulled you back down.
- All the while Tonowari kept watching you, he’d snuck closer after just a few minutes and decided to observe you. You were truly a strange being, the first one he’d ever seen with hair like yours, red as the flames that illuminated the shore by night. The day you arrived, you’d captured his interest instantly and he’d thought about how to talk to you ever since.
- as he continued to watch, he noticed that you got higher and higher and soon he’d started to worry about you falling, so he silently made his way up the rock and waited right next to the tree. Not a second later your fingers grazed the fruit, snatching one piece after the other and letting it fall to the ground to keep your hands free, but what you didn’t notice, was that the fruit never came in contact with the ground, instead, Tonowari kept catching them with ease, resting them in the crook of his arm.
- your hand reached up to pick one last piece, when suddenly your feet lost their grip on the little boom in the bark and your fingers slid off the branch you were holding onto, earning yourself more than a couple splinters. In the first few seconds you were falling, your mind started racing, panic flooding your system in fear of getting hurt. You slammed your eyes shut and curled together, hoping to lessen the impact, but it never came.
- instead, you felt something firm yet strong hold you in mid-air, a quick look of confusion washing over your face before you opened your eyes when you heard a little chuckle. You let one of your eyes crack open and what you saw absolutely baffled you, the utterly handsome clan leader of the Metkayina? Seriously? It took a second for you to realize that he was holding you with one arm, his biceps pressed against your back and his wrist under your butt, before your face turned pink, almost the same color as your hair. You wiggled and squirmed, trying to get out of his hold but his hold on you was tight. So with only one option left, you looked up at him “Please let me go?” it came out as more of a question.
- Tonowari shot you a sly grin but gently placed you on the ground nonetheless, keeping his eyes on you. “Thank goodness you didn’t fall, huh?” He tried making conversation as he held out a piece of fruit to you. Your hand, small in comparison to his, gently grasped the fruit, slowly piling one piece after the other until your arms were full, “How’d you catch me anyway?” “Well, when you snuck past me I got curious, you can’t blame me for following such a pretty girl as yourself, can you?” Your face got impossibly redder. He thought you were pretty?
- “Come along, you must be tired” he instructed calmly even though he was clearly smirking on the inside thinking about how he still had his charm going. Of course, you followed the tall blue man as he let you to the water, your feet putter pattering against the sand as you took twice as many steps as he did.
- the two of you sat down, you crossed your legs, and placed all of your loot on your lap. You lifted one up, holding it in front of your eyes, looking at the texture. It seemed rough and thick, how were you supposed to eat this? Just bite into it right? You opened your mouth, just about to sink your teeth into the flesh when a large blue hand suddenly snatched it out of yours.
- “Whoa there, you shouldn’t eat the outside shell, look” he pressed the fruit between his thumbs, and with one hefty crack he split it open, the inside was a gentle pink color and the texture reminded you of a mango. Amazement struck your face and you wanted to try opening one too, it looked so easy! Albeit the fruit was a lot larger in your hands than in his, you held a second one just like he did, pressing your thumbs to it and pushing with all your might, but nothing happened. You tried again but again, nothing. Tonowari couldn’t help but let a little chuckle slip, hearing this you felt a little dejected and embarrassed, turning to face the other way.
- Tonowari instantly stopped laughing and got a guilty look plastered on his face “Hey, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel bad” he reached over and took the unopened fruit from you and replaced it with the two open halves. “Please try it, tastes great” You gave him a little nod and took a generous bite. Your eyes lit up, millions of sparkles shimmering across your irises, showing Tonowari just what he needed to know, you liked it. As you continued eating, his eyes haven’t once left you, he was so curious about you, you looked so different, like straight out of a fairytale where you were the gorgeous heroine.
- he was so curious as to why you looked like that, and the closer he looked, the more he noticed, you also had little spots covering your nose and cheeks, quite like his own, but these didn’t seem to glow. Were they different? Or were you perhaps sick? Concern washed over his face at the thought of you being ill. So with a worried tone in his voice, he asked “Do you feel ill?”
- you shot him a confused glance wondering what he meant because as far as you knew, you weren’t sick at all. You shook your head and mumbled “No, do I look sick?” you asked worriedly. “No, not necessarily, but your spots aren’t glowing,” he said as he gently treated his finger over your nose and along your cheek. You weren’t expecting this at all, so of course you turned cherry red not a second later.
- you started to giggle at the misunderstanding, he thought that your freckles were the same as his bioluminescent spots! Tonowari flopped his head to the side, not quite getting what you were laughing at until you finally started explaining. You told him that you were born with these spots and that they were called freckles. You explained that throughout the year the number of freckles changes, in summer you get more because essentially they’re just little spots that are made from melanin, that gets visible if you come in contact with a lot of sunshine.
- he seemed quite interested and asked further questions about your freckles and your hair, he asked if you’d also been born with your almost magical-looking hair and you confirmed. The two of you talked for hours upon hours, and every second you spent with him, you felt your attraction to the man grow as well. Little did you know that Tonowari also seemed to gain more and more interest for you.
- but as everything good, it had to come to an end. You started yawning and you were barely able to keep your eyes from closing, so you thought that resting your head a little on the sand would be a good idea, just for a few minutes. All the while Tonowari was telling you a story about his childhood and teen years when he noticed that you stopped responding. He looked over to you, checking if everything was alright when he heard the tiniest of snores leave your plush lips. He couldn’t help but let a little giggle slip, without even thinking, one of his hands reached over and gently brushed a few loose strands of red hair out of your face and behind your ear. He thought that your red hair suited you all too well.
- he didn’t want to wake you again, as you had had enough of action for today, so he shuffled over and kneeled next to you, his eyes wandered over your sleeping form for a moment before he gently slipped his hands under your back and the bend of your knees, picking you up just a second later, it surprised him how small you were, he towered over you and he could easily carry you with one arm, that made his pride swell a little, being as strong as he is.
- The people of the village were long asleep, everything silent and almost pitch black, only the stars helped aluminate his path. He walked over to your hut and placed you inside, wishing you nice dreams.
- Bonus headcanons
- The next day he asks if he can braid your hair and ofc you say yes. He sits you in front of him and starts braiding. He defiantly isn’t used to braiding such thin hair but he makes do with what he’s got, he wants to impress you after all.
- it takes a bit but soon enough your hair is done up beautifully with shells and pearls braided into it. You are in total awe and ask him to teach you next time. Since then he starts collecting and making hair accessories that have a nice contrast to your unusual hair color, along with a few necklaces and bracelets of course.
- You often got stared at by the people, which wasn’t new to you, but whenever you were with Tonowari, they certainly minded their business more.
- and since your first encounter, Tonowari makes sure that you have lots of snacks and drinks starched in your hut if you ever miss communal meal times, or forget to get anything door yourself, but soon enough you start bringing your snacks to him and eating them together. Whenever the two of you eat together Tonowari feels like he’s on cloud 9, absolutely elated and almost vibrating with excitement!
- whenever you go for a swim it's very easy to spot you because of your hair and if Tonowari has time, he’ll always join in. He also shows you his skimwing and offers you a ride, which you gladly accept.
- turns out, heights and speed were super fun but diving under and feeling water crash into your face and up your nose isn’t so much to your liking, o you decide to stick with the ilu.
- all in all, you had a great time with the Metkayina, especially with their leader and you absolutely cry when you have to leave. Tonowari is also quite upset because he grew so fond of you in such a short time and now you’re just being ripped away from him. He makes you promise that you’ll visit again soon, and that promise turns into a monthly visit that gradually gets longer and longer.
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middstape · 2 months
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Chapter 1 (the letter) will x lisi au
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7 a.m. November 17, 2023
Today is the day.
At four p.m. Lisi will find out if she is accepted to play in the world juniors her third year in a row.
A month prior Lisi received the letter in the mail stating that she was a possible draft prospect and to keep up to date if the world juniors wanted her. It's not that she was really nervous about not getting a chance to return to the team but almost half of her freshman season was cut short due to a shoulder injury.
At seven sharp Lisi heard the piercing noise of her alarm clock going off. She groaned and turned over turning off the alarm before putting the covers over her head. She was never much of an early riser. Just as she begins to doze back off there's a knock on her bedroom door.
"Lisi can I come in?" a small, shy voice from the other side of the door calls out.
Elliot.
Elliot is Lisi's younger brother- the baby of the family who has been attached at the girls hip since she could remember. He has always had a habit of getting up before everyone else and waiting outside her bedroom door for the alarm clock to go off before asking to come in.
Lisi lets out a short sigh before responding. "Sure bud comm'on in." Not even a second later Elliot is rushing into the room straight on to Lisi's bed.
Elliot looks up at her and whispers "Are you nervous about today?" Lisi looks up at her little brother with a slight smile "Only a little bit, nothing crazy to worry about." He smiles before it slowly fades from his face, "If you leave I'm not going to see you for a long time." Lisi's eyes soften at the little boy "Don't worry too much babe, it's only a couple of weeks."
"Yeah I guess." He mumbles. Lisi pauses for a minute before speaking up "Tell you what, let me get ready and you can come with me and Allison to get breakfast and get ready tonight." Elliots eyes light up before bolting up from the bed "Really?!" Lisi almost laughs "Yes really now go get ready or I'll leave you here." She warns. Before she can say more Elliot is up from the bed and halfway down the hallway.
After Elliot is out of the room, Lisi gets up from bed and starts to get ready for the day. She throws on some straight legged-light washed jeans and a baggy graphic t-shirt before brushing her hair.
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As she walks down the stairs her phone pings twice.
Going into the living room Lisi takes her phone out of her back pocket and see's that she has a text from her best friend and an unsaved number in her phone.
iMessages
Alley Cat: im ready for ya whenever u get here ;)
Lisi: gotcha be there as soon as E's ready <3
Lisi smiles at Allison's text before getting another message from the unknown number.
iMessages
xxx-xxx-xxxx: yo future miss usa cap we're in madison rn if you want to meet up
xxx-xxx-xxxx: oh shit this is ryan btw
Ryan? Ryan who? Lisi scrunched her eyebrows before texted back.
Lisi: um ryan who sorry?
xxx-xxx-xxxx: damn you don't see someone in four months and the forget who you are :(
The lightbulb went off in her head before she grinned and rolled her eyes.
Lisi: leonard. that's totally not my fault i have your old number. if anything you forgot about me when you didn't send me the new one.
Ryan Leoser: um well thats irrelevant anywho you wanna meet up with us
Lisi: and who is us?
Ryan Leoser: me gabeo and smitty
Lisi: I suppose I can make time for you guys in my sched yk busy day and all
Ryan Leoser: yeah yeah grandma where you wanna meet
Lisi: blah blah blah meet me and allison at breakfall in 45 don't be late
Ryan Leoser: yes ma'am i've got a very excited blondie wanting to see you. he'll make sure we aren't late.
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Lisi grins before turning off her phone before calling out to Elliot. "Let's go bud we got a lot to do today." Elliot comes rushing down the hallway before making it to the door.
As they walk out to Lisi's car she speaks up to her brother "Do me one favor El?" He looks up at her with curious eyes "What?"
Lisi tries to hold in her laugh "Never become as annoying as Ryan Leonard."
~an~
hooray chapter one is done *cue bullhorn*
any who this is only slightly proof-read so mb for any mistakes
also ikik no will this chapter :( BUT he is coming don't even fret
also ryan<3
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estinininininen · 3 months
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Varshahn:
Estinien:
Varshahn:
Estinien: . . . So, those are dragon scales.
Varshahn: yeah what about it HUH
Estinien: Did y'all . . . ?
Varshahn: . . . imprison or kill a dragon to get them like SOME countries would? No.
Estinien:
Estinien: ok cool
Varshahn: cool
Estinien: Good.
Varshahn: Good.
Estinien is then kidnapped by the Thavnair alchemists, complaining loudly the whole way, and no one knows if he's putting up with it cause Scion duties and this is just how he plays nice - he bitched all the way to Hraesvelgr, after all - or if he genuinely just forgot he could jump
Meanwhile, in the meghaduta
Vrtra: hey Ahewann cancel DEFCON 1, this guy is cool. Total softy. Also kind of a dumbass. Of course I'll be glad to help clean up, I'm not going to make the maids clean up dragon piss. Ahem. Did I ever tell you about my brother Nidhogg? Yeah, the one I've avoided answering for a thousand years. Uh, well, yeah the dramatic asshole who went off the deep end, yes. Him. Too be fair it was about our sister, Ratatoskr - yeah, oh I'm actually really glad you remember what I said about her! She was a lot like . . . No, it's fine to interrupt, I got lost in memories for a second there. Ummmm, yes, I suppose it has influenced why I . . . hestitate telling everyone I'm the satrap. But Nidhogg took it way too far, yeah. He used to be a cool big brother, I swear. Knew how to get under everyone's skin, didn't put up with bullshit, but let kids climb all over him if it made them happy. Whenever I visited he was always swarmed by his own kids and all his niblings, and teaching them how to hunt and defend themselves against morta - Oh, but that was a couple Astral eras ago, sorry. Turns out Tiamat and Hraesvelgr weren't joking - yeah my other sister, Tiamat, the one who went into battle recently with this guy against, uh, yeah, the corrupted image of another brother of ours. Bahamut, yeah - yeah. The one who almost destroyed a continent, yes. Hraesvelgr? Hraesvelgr's our other brother who lived with Nidhogg for a long time - yyyyeah yeah you heard right, last time they met Nidhogg did call his dead mortal wife a whore and tore Hrae's wing off. Anyway! Anyway they were right, this guy really is like if you sucked all the filling out of a Nidhogg donut and tried to squish it into an Elezen. Yeah, sorry, that is the closest I can get to describing dragon aether stuff. Is he . . . yeah he's the guy who technically killed Nidhogg and spent his whole life training to kill dragons but like I just said, Nidhogg smooshed the two of them together. He's all but a dragon walking around in a mortal meat suit and seems mostly just embarassed by it. Kiiiinda looking forward to messing with his head more, honestly. Let's get the curtain ready. Ahewann, why do you look so scared?
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sasusakucoded · 5 months
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After Sasuke and Naruto released the infinite tsukuyomi, Kakashi asked his team to go back to Konoha.
Kakashi: I'll carry Naruto. Sakura, you carry Sasuke.
Sasuke: What? No! I can walk.
Naruto: Yeah right. After draining your chakra for undoing the tsukuyomi?
Sakura: It's—It's fine, Sasuke-kun.. I promise no one will see us. I'll move fast.
Sasuke: ...
Kakashi: If you're embarrassed to be carried by Sakura, then let me take you instead. Maybe she can piggyback Naruto–
Sasuke: I'm not. I— Well— If it's fine with her.
Kakashi: *looks at Sakura for confirmation*
Sakura: *nods* Yes.. It's okay..
Naruto: Hey, no fair! Why is no one asking me for my preference, dattebayo?!
Kakashi: *laughs* Let's go. We'll head somewhere more hidden, Sakura. Follow me.
Sakura: Hai, Kakashi-sensei! *helps Sasuke get up* Go on.. *motions to go behind her*
Sasuke: *follows but doesn't know where to put his hand or how he'll climb*
Sakura: *realizes his confusion* G-Give me your hand, Sasuke-kun. *guides*
Sasuke: *finally on her back* I'm heavy.. Sorry..
Sakura: Not at all. You're actually light.. *hides her blushing*
Sasuke: And sorry, I'm full of blood and sweat.
Sakura: It's fine. /thinks/ He's still the same.. He hates it when his clothes get dirty.. I guess he never really changed..
Naruto: Oi, how long are you two going to delay this?
Sakura: *simultaneously* Shut up! Chaaaa!!
Sasuke: *simultaneously* Shut up!
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Kakashi: *brings Sasuke inside the interrogation room* I'll take it from here, Sakura.
Sakura: Can't he be checked up first like Naruto?
Kakashi: I'm afraid not.. He's still being treated as a criminal. The Kages, me included, still have to deliberate.
Sakura: I see.
Kakashi: Don't worry. I'll do my best for him to be pardoned.
Sakura: Please, Kakashi-sensei.
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It was a busy day for Kakashi. There were lots of affairs that need to be attended by the Hokage.
Kakashi: Oh, hi Sakura! It's late. You're still here?
Sakura: Yeah.. Um.. I'm just wondering if I can bring food for Sasuke tomorrow.
Kakashi: *stands up* Ah, I totally forgot! I'm so sorry! I was consumed with my negotiations to lift his charges, so I forgot to check if he has eaten.
Sakura: Sensei..
Kakashi: Come, let's see him!
He left with Sakura and they went to Sasuke's location hurriedly. He asked the warden if food was served to him.
Kakashi: Has Uchiha Sasuke eaten yet? When was his last meal?
Warden: No, sir. Sorry. Everyone is scared to go near him..
Kakashi: *sighs* From tomorrow onwards, make sure he eats on schedule. Are we clear?
Warden: Yes, Lord Sixth. Sorry for not informing you earlier.
Kakashi: It's fine. But remember that anyone inside this building deserves to eat too.
Sakura: *looks upset* Can we buy him some food first?
Kakashi: Yeah. Sorry, Sakura. *takes her to the nearest store*
Sakura: *quietly gets some snacks*
Kakashi: Sorry, Sakura. It's my fault.
Sakura: No, don't say sorry, sensei. Besides, the reason why you're very busy is for his welfare.. Let's just go quickly and give him his meal as soon as we can..
Kakashi: Right.
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Sakura: *sees him from afar* Th-That's Sasuke-kun? Does he really need to be restrained and blindfolded like that?
Kakashi: Unfortunately, yes. He's still very dangerous in eveyone's eyes.. Especially the other 4 Kages.
Sakura: But— *sighs* I'm sorry for complaining..
Kakashi: Don't worry, I understand.
They entered the cell and Sasuke knew his visitors instantly.
Kakashi: Hey, sorry. I forgot to check in on you.. You must be very hungry.
Sasuke: I'm okay.
Kakashi: Sakura is with me.. She'll feed you. I have to go back to the office.
Sasuke: *nods*
Kakashi: Sakura, I'll leave him up to you. The warden will watch over until you're done, okay? I have to go.
Sakura: *nods* Thanks, Kakashi-sensei! *sits in front of Sasuke* S-Sasuke-kun.. I brought some onigiri and tomatoes.. I-I was supposed to get apples too but they don't allow knife inside, so I won't be able to peel them.. The tomatoes.. They're a little bigger than cherry tomatoes but they're still bite-sized.. I-I'll feed you the onigiri now.. *opens the wrapper and brings the onigiri near his mouth*
Sasuke: *takes a bite*
Sakura: Is it good? Uh— Sorry— I didn't mean to—
Sasuke: *nods* /thinks/ Why are you still nice to me, Sakura? After all that I've done?
Sakura: Let me know if you want to drink. I brought water and iced tea.
Sasuke: *nods and takes another bite*
Sakura: *opens another onigiri* Here.. Sasuke-kun, do you want more after this one?
Sasuke: Can I have the tomatoes next instead?
Sakura: Of course! I also bought soup but you might feel hot..
Sasuke: Yeah.. Just the tomatoes and water.. Then I'm good.
Sakura: Sure! Um.. Sasuke-kun.. Is your arm okay? Does it hurt?
Sasuke: It doesn't hurt. You healed it well.
Sakura: Good..
Sasuke: /thinks/ It's good that I'm blindfolded. I can't face her like this.
Sakura continued feeding him and asked if he needed anything. She gathered her things and prepared to leave.
Sakura: I'm going now, Sasuke-kun.. *stands up*
Sasuke: Sakura.
Sakura: *surprised that he called her* Hm?
Sasuke: Thanks.
Sakura: *smiles* You're welcome! I'll be back tomorrow to bring you some snacks. Bye, Sasuke-kun! *gives a final look then leaves*
Sasuke: *smiles with his head down*
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chvoswxtch · 6 months
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“idk if it’s too much to ask but can i ask for the song red based on your past milestone headcanon of reader and matt dating but her and elektra are besties? thank you and congrats on 3k! 🌟”
aaah i totally forgot to copy paste my quote lol it was suppose to be: I can't believe that it's finally me and you, and you and me. Just us, and your friend Steve. (that tik tok audio haha)
something just about elektra and matt’s girlfriend being besties and ganging up on him lives in my mind rent free
HAHAHAHAHAHA I KNOW THAT AUDIO
oh this is perfect for them
I know you said red but I got a lil carried away with this one and it's definitely over a 100 words so i'm putting it under midnights :)
enjoy!!!
blurb below the cut
just you and me, and your friend ellie (matt's version ft. elektra)
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I can't believe that it's finally me and you, and you and me / just us, and your friend ellie
“What the hell?”
Matt’s thick brows were scrunched together in perplexity with a crease of irritation settling between them. You and Elektra were snuggled up together in the bed you and Matt shared, surrounded by snacks, with a movie playing on the tv Elektra had gotten for you. Tilting his head to the side slightly, he caught the bashful smile stretching on your lips and the curl of a mischievous smirk on Elektra’s.
“Sorry Matty, it’s girls night.”
Matt let out a scoff as he placed one of his hands on his hips, using the other to loosely gesture towards Elektra’s direction.
“You can’t have girls' night at her place so I don’t get kicked out of my own bed?”
The uptick in your heart’s rhythm caught his attention, but before he had a chance to question it, Elektra sat up fully in bed and tried to contain her grin.
“Unfortunately, the penthouse is under renovation Matthew. But, Y/N graciously offered to let me stay with the two of you until it’s finished.”
Matt’s brows rose considerably up his forehead as he turned his head towards your direction and gawked at you.
“What?”
Sitting up on your knees, you tucked your hair behind your ears and gently bit down on your bottom lip.
“She needed a place to stay, Matty.”
“She has other places to stay. I’m pretty sure she has real estate in a third of New York, and there’s always hotels. It’s not like she can’t afford it.”
“But why do that when I can stay with my friends.”
Matt was outnumbered, and as he settled on the couch to get comfortable, he let out a string of curses under his breath. He could hear you and Elektra giggling together as the two of you started another movie. He stared blankly up at the ceiling, trying to figure out how he had gotten kicked out of his own bed by his girlfriend and his ex.
It was going to be a long night.
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howlingday · 3 months
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Harley Quinn arc: Pyrrha gets her therapy session
"Um, hello? Dr. Quinn?"
"Pyrrha!" Harley sang, waving her arm towards herself. "Come in, come in! I was wonderin' when you'd get in here!"
"Well, Nora, Ren, and Jaune all said you were good."
"Oh, that's so great! I'm glad to see my reviews are so high. Now, would you like to take a seat for your first session with Dr. Harley Quinn?"
"Is there a form I need to sign?" Pyrrha asked.
"Ya know, you're the first person to catch in the middle of the session." She began to rifle through her desk. "I get so caught up in these sessions that I always forget until the session is over to get these papers signed." She giggled. "Of course, I'd nevah breathe a word about my patients, paper or no paper."
"Oh, well, if it's not too much trouble..."
"It ain't, Ms. Nikos." She pulled up the non-disclosure agreement from the cabinet and handed it to her. "If anything, I'd get in more trouble because I wasn't catching these soonah."
Pyrrha looked over the paper carefully, pen in her hand and ready to sign. Once she did, she handed the paper back over to Dr. Quinn, who took the paper and placed it delicately on the desk. She gave a giggle, then slid her notebook in front of her.
"So, I take it this isn't your first therapy session."
"Er, no, it isn't." Pyrrha shifted uncomfortably in her seat. "After a... falling out I had with one of my agents, I was recommended to seek counseling."
"Ooh, juicy~! Care to share?"
"It wasn't anything too serious. My agent just made some suggestions that I didn't feel comfortable with. When he pressed the issue, I may have... threatened him."
"Oohoohoohoo~!" Harley quickly caught herself. "I'm sorry. That was unprofessional of me. I just didn't expect you to be the threatenin' type."
"I... guess not."
"What was it yer agent tried to get ya into? Somethin' sleazy?"
"Yes, it was... It was a swimsuit photoshoot."
"Ick! And at your age?"
"Mhm," Pyrrha nodded, "my new agent was concerned of 'lingering issues' and recommended I receive counseling to ensure I'd be able to compete."
"I know just the type." Harley shook her head. "Where I come from, there's a lotta folks like that, tryin' ta get ya to do things ya don't wanna. Thankfully, ya ain't gotta deal wit the creeps like them."
"I... guess so." Pyrrha sighed. "Still, there are times when I think about what he said would happen if I didn't do it. Things like how I'd 'fall out of the spotlight,' that I'd 'get replaced in no time'. Things like that."
"Mhm, and do ya think that may have affected yer sense of self-worth?"
"Would it?"
"It did fer me. See, when I was younger, I met a guy and he made me feel special. When I left him, or he left me, he'd find someone else to take my place. Then I met the gal he replaced me with."
"Really?"
"Yuh-huh, and some piece of work she was!" Harley sighed. "I tried to talk some sense into her, but all I got for it was this nasty scar on my neck and my current beau's home getting burned down."
"Oh my!"
"I doubt something so drastic happened to you, but let me tell you something I told myself when I was going through it. Something that literally save my life. Every voice in my head was telling me this new gal was supposed to be the newer, better, hotter version of me. And I admitted to some facts."
Pyrrha leaned in.
"One, yes, she was younger than me. And yeah, maybe she was hotter than me. And sure, I went to easy on her and she whooped my butt. BUT there was one thing she didn't have on me. She'd NEVER be Harley Quinn, and I made sure she never fucking forgot it!"
Pyrrha leapt at the profanity.
"Sorry, sorry!" Harley waved. "Totally unprofessional. But maybe you should try it out sometime. Next time you feel like you could be replaced, just tell yourself this one thing. Look in the mirror, and say 'I'm Pyrrha Nikos! And ain't nobody gonna replace me!' Got it?"
"Y-Yes, Dr. Quinn!"
"Call me Harley, sweetie. Everyone already does."
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spiderfunkz · 10 months
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— summary : in which you meet a pretty customer while working as a barista in your local coffee shop.
— pairings : nancy wheeler x gn!reader
— word count : 0,6k
— warnings : tooth rotting fluff, coffee shop au, modern au(?), sorta set around s3 but canons off the table again, the typical love at first sight stuff, foul language, robin is readers coworker, messy plot & writing.
a/n : this is so cute so thank u for the idea jas ^^ hope u like this little blurb <3 also i don't know shit about coffee oops.
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summer of 85' was suppose to be like some kind of rom-com you've imagined.
but here you are at 8 am, working at the local coffee shop to get some extra change, and the sounds of the old coffee machine breaking up was already annoying you.
your coworker aka the only other person here, robin who you've been getting really close with now, was ranting about the pretty person she met a few days ago.
"i'm telling you, y/n, they're really pretty, their hair is like molly ringwald, and they have amazing taste in movies." she continues. "i can look like molly ringwald." you joked, "but you've only met them once robin, they could be an axe murderer or something." you shrug.
"yeah but we had like a chat and stuff, they seem nice." your coworker stated, "that. only happens in movies, beware." you joke, getting interrupted by the welcome bell.
you roll your eyes at robin mocking you before approching the girl infront of you. "hi! welcome to bear brews, what can i get for you?"
"hi, can i get uh-" she paused, looking at the menu screen above you. "actually, what do you recommend here?"
the stranger looked incredibly gorgeous, you were love struck to say the least. her makeup was flawless and her hair was neatly clipped into a small ponytail.
you realize you were probably staring, "oh sorry, uh well are you looking for americanos or lattes or?" you asked. "oh uh, anything with caffeine little or big, up to you." she replied.
"okay, uh does a caramel macchiato with oat milk sound good? it's one of my favorites. i can upper the caffeine level to your liking if you want." you smiled. "yeah, that sounds good!" she smiled back. "the names nance by the way- nancy." she continued.
"pretty," you blurt out — "the name, your name is pretty, sorry uh." your face turns pink as you fumble your words. "sorry, i'll ring you up. your totals $3.75" you smile, "it's alright, thank you so much." she smiles, handing you the money.
you give her, her change before walking towards robin again as nancy sits in one of the seats.
the shop was empty, it was early and most people already made their coffee from home. it's quiet, most of the noise coming from the probably broken coffee machine, robin ranting, or the faint background music you probably forgot to turn on.
"that only happens in movies." robin laughs, "i just saw you go head over heels over a person you just met by the way!" she continues.
"i wasn't-" you paused, "i didn't know a literal princess would be entering a hawkins coffee shop!" you say, a bit too loud maybe.
"go talk to her." robin points.
you thought about it as you made her the drink, ringing it up as soon as your done.
you build up the courage to talk to her when she got up to get the drink, and the talk slowly became a conversation.
you've gotten to know the girl, turns out she works at the hawkins post a few walks away from where you work. her job doesn't start for another hour, and she's already got everything prepared for her 'coworkers' she explained as well, while drinking the coffee you suggested.
time passes and she has to go back.
"it's really nice talking to you, nancy." you smile. "yeah, it was nice talking to you too, i will 100% come back here." she smiled waving before sending you a wink.
you smile before turning to robin who has been behind the counter the whole time. "only in the movies?" she asked as you chuckle, "i change my mind."
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Hi! Really like your writing! I liked the one you did for Evolutoin so could you do a one-shot for a medical au if you're still taking requests?
Caroline groans as the buzzing of her pager continues.
She had the entire day to herself, goddammit, and her boss had promised her that he wouldn’t send anyone to get her at her house even if she didn’t answer her pager.
Of course, that’s what he had said the last three times she had taken an off day.
She doesn’t normally take off days, but yesterday had been gruelling, four back-to-back surgeries, not including the two hours of scut she had done to cover for Stefan.
Stefan really needed to stop chasing after Damon after he went on benders so much.
Grumbling, she sets her wine glass on the table and walks over to the door, not bothering to change into something more presentable than the ratty tank top she was wearing and a pair of faded old shorts.
She opens the door and someone crashes into her, his hands at his stomach.
Caroline screeches in surprise, her hands automatically going at the front of her body to shield herself, before she catches sight of her uninvited guest’s face. “Klaus?” she asks dumbly. “What are you doing here?”
“Caroline,” Klaus gasps. “You look ravishing.”
Caroline’s stomach turns when she sees the extent of the wound at his stomach. “What the fuck?” she stammers, gripping him by the shoulders. “What happened?”
“Best not to ask,” he says, setting a hand on the wall steadily, although Caroline can detect the slight tremble which passes through his body. “Caroline, listen—”
“Get on the couch,” Caroline snaps. “What is wrong with you? Why are you standing around talking when you're obviously injured?”
A mollified look crosses his face. “I was going to ask if you wouldn’t mind helping me, after everything—”
“For god’s sake, Klaus, we broke up, we didn’t go to war. Get on the couch, I'll get my medical kit.”
She helps him over to the couch and sets a newspaper behind his back so that he can't get blood on it.
“How are you even here?” she asks, getting him a glass of water. “Your base is twenty minutes from here.”
Klaus shrugs. “I was in the area.”
She shakes her head but doesn’t say a word when she disappears into the bedroom, closing the door behind her and letting out a shaky breath.
It had been six months.
Six months since she had seen him, since she had talked to him, seen his eyes, his face, touched him.
She misses him like hell.
She steadies herself and rummages through her bathroom cabinet for her first aid box, grabbing her gloves as she runs out.
She runs back in and grabs a pair of forceps and clamps after a second thought.
Klaus is lying on the couch, a furious expression on his face, gritting his teeth as he tries to remove the piece of cloth stuck to the wound on his abdomen.
“What are you doing?” Caroline asks sharply. “You're hurt. That wound might be infected, I need to clean it.”
“Caroline, as much as I appreciate your concern for my health, I assure you, infection is not one of my main concerns right now—”
“Oh, yeah, I'm so sorry, I totally forgot you were the doctor here and I was the psycho mob—”
“Caroline—”
“You know infected wounds can lead to sepsis, right? Do you really want to die from—”
“I'm not going to die, Caroline.”
“You are if you don’t let me treat that wound. Will you just tell me what happened?”
Klaus glares at her. “I got shot.”
That wipes all traces of irritation from her mind. “You what?” she screeches.
Klaus holds up a hand placatingly. “Caroline, li—”
“You never get shot.”
“I know that,” Klaus says, a touch of exasperation making its way into his voice. “Caroline, listen to me, please.”
Caroline glares at him. “I'll listen after I clean this wound and take the fucking bullet out—oh my god, this was supposed to be my day off—”
“You don’t have to do anything, love,” he reassures her. “I didn’t come here to ask you to treat me, I can do it myself, I just—”
“You think you can clean a bullet wound and get the bullet out by yourself? Are you kidding me?”
Irritation clouds his face. “I've done it before.”
“You just said you don’t get shot.”
“For friends, love,” he says exasperatedly.
“Yeah, and who knows how sanitary that must’ve been. Just do me a favour and shut up and try not to scream while I—don’t argue with me, Klaus—let me clean that up. Stay here. I'm getting my scissors.”
She runs to the bathroom and sterilizes a pair, and rushes back to the couch. “I'm cutting your shirt off, okay?” she says, trying to sound as gentle as possible.
Klaus grunts in assent, wordlessly removing his hands from his abdomen and gripping the armrest of her couch. Caroline fights back a gasp at how bloody his shirt has gotten, instead forcing down a shudder and carefully snipping away pieces of the fabric to get a look at the wound.
She looks up at him when she needs to get her tweezers for picking out bits of cloth out of the wound. “This might hurt,” she warns, concentrating on the large patch of torn flesh. “I've given you some local anesthesia, but it would be great if you kept the screams of pain to a minimum. My neighbours aren’t big on noise.”
Klaus laughs, the sound low in his throat. “Sweetheart, you know I've handled much worse pain. I'll be fine.”
Caroline stills. “Now, how could I know that?” she bites out, picking out the first piece of cloth. “You know, since I never knew.”
Klaus closes his eyes. “Caroline—”
“Because obviously, being in a relationship with a guy for five months and not being told the extent of he does during his job obviously qualifies as knowing everything. Right. Yeah.”
Klaus’s hands clench into fists. “Let me explain.”
“No, you had your chance to explain. You know when? Those few months that we dated. I was with you for five months, Klaus. I told you I loved you.”
“I didn’t want to scare you off,” he says, his hand going towards her shoulder.
“Don’t,” she bites out. “Let me concentrate.”
He falls silent, and Caroline wordlessly works away at the wound, noticing that his eyes flicker over to her every few seconds. She finally locates the bullet and is fortunately able to get it out with her clamps in just a few tries. “Bite into one of my pillows if the pain gets too much,” she says quietly. “You're lucky the bullet didn’t go too deep. Stitches are a bitch.”
“I know,” Klaus says, smiling at her hesitantly.
She doesn’t respond, almost sighing in relief when she inspects the wound again after removing the bullet and deducing that it needs only a few stitches. She carefully threads the needle through his skin, feeling him tense underneath her. “Calm down,” she murmurs, placing a hand on his chest unconsciously. “Just two more and you're done.”
“Caroline, if you want me to calm down, you're probably not helping matters by touching me.”
She removes her hand from him as though she’s been burned.
Five minutes later, she’s done suturing and bandaging his wound, and Klaus stands up gingerly. “You're good to go,” says Caroline, removing her gloves. “You'll need to come back every three days, because I need to replace the bandages. But it’ll get better pretty soon, cause, like I said, it wasn’t too deep.”
Klaus doesn’t say anything for a moment. He just gazes at her, his blue gaze boring into her own. Caroline laughs nervously. “Well, you're welcome anyway, even though—”
“I can thank you later, Caroline,” Klaus says, cutting her off. “But first, you need to listen.”
She breathes in shakily. “Klaus, please. We’re done. It’s over. Why do we have to discuss it?”
“Because it’s not fair to either of us,” he says, taking her hands in his. “I think of you every day, sweetheart, I can't get you out of my head. I see you in my dreams, when I'm awake…”
Caroline shakes her head, averting her gaze.
“I miss you, Caroline.”
She swallows. “You lied to me, Klaus.”
She sees him inhale slowly. “Yes. I did. But it was for your own good.”
“Everyone says that,” she cries. “Whenever you're lied to, the other person always says that it was for their own good. Why? Why couldn’t you have told me? I could’ve made my own choice. I should have the right.”
“You do, sweetheart,” he says gently, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, and she closes her eyes and clenches her hands into fists, hating how he still has an effect on her. “You just never gave me a chance to explain.”
She opens her eyes, ashamed to realize they're full of tears. “We were together for months, Klaus. How could you not have told me that you were investigating my dad? That you knew he was alive? You knew how much he meant to me.”
“I was going to tell you,” he replies, a touch of frustration making its way into his voice. “You never gave me the chance to.”
“Would you?” she asks hotly. “Would you trust a person you loved to tell you the truth when you found out they had been lying to you for five months?”
He’s quiet for two minutes, and Caroline opens her mouth to ask him again when he says, “he wanted you dead.”
Caroline gapes at him, and he takes a deep breath. “We—Kol and I—our sources found out that he had gone into hiding years ago. He had faked his own death in a freak accident, and had been working for one of our rivals for six years. He had done some bad things, Caroline, and his bosses weren't too pleased with him. He owed them a lot of money, money he didn’t have, and the target was placed on your back, what with your mother dead.”
Caroline doesn’t know what to say, so she collapses onto the couch, her hands swinging uselessly by her sides. “He—” she manages finally, her voice coming croaky, “he was willing to let them kill me?”
Klaus is expressionless. “They’d already killed his husband, Caroline, and recently. I didn’t want you getting caught in the crossfire. And if they had found out that you were linked to me—”
“Is that why you didn’t tell me?” she asks, looking up at him. “Because you didn’t want anyone to know?”
Klaus sinks down to his knees and takes her hands in his. “I wanted to protect you, Caroline. And besides…” He turns away at that, looking at the carpet. “No one should have an opinion like that about their father.”
She knows why he’s saying this, knows that he has a reason.
She had been extremely close to her father when she had been a child, even after he ad her mother had gotten a divorce. She used to spend alternate Christmases and summers at his house in Georgia, along with Steven and her adopted sister. Those had been a few of the best months of her life.
She didn’t even want to know what had happened to her sister.
Knowing that her father, one of the people she had loved so much, had offered her up like a pig for slaughter, just to save his own skin, hurt a lot more than she thought it would, even after being neglected a few years before his so-called death.
She supposed that’s when he got involved in the Chicago mob.
Caroline nods slowly. “I…” She looks at him, his eyes earnest. “I can take care of myself a bit too, Klaus,” she says finally.
His mouth twitches at the corners. “I'm quite certain of that part, love. But I'd like to offer my services for the other bit, if you don’t mind.”
She nods. “Yeah, you can do that.”
He smiles, ad Caroline can't breathe, because she misses that smile, which always made her breathless, and him, so much that she hadn’t even realised it.
She hasn’t talked to him in six months, and she misses him like air.
“I—” she starts, then closes her mouth. Klaus cocks his head at her, and she takes a deep breath. “I wouldn’t mind if you wanted me to be the on-base doctor for your family again,” she says in a rush. “If you want. If there’s still a vacancy. If you still want…me.” the last sentence is heavy with implication, and they both know it.
Klaus’s eyes are hopeful when he looks back at her. “Yes,” he says softly. “Yes, I'd like that very much.”
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