#reader included

[beatificwrites]

HIDDEN WANTS ★

pairing: hobie brown x gn!spider!reader

content: gender-neutral reader, no use of y/n

premise: you and hobie are completely unaware of the undeniable tension between you two and the feelings you carry for one another

It was yet another ordinary day at the spider society which consisted of: small breakfast with your spidey friends, taking care of anomalies, possibly being lectured by miguel for being too reckless, lunch with spidey friends, and sometimes more anomalies to take care of afterwards or none at all.

You took out a box of frozen pizza from the fridge and got a plastic plate from the cupboard above it. You were in the food lounge, as everyone liked to call it—the place had no official name though, it was just a room where food was kept if you didn’t want cafeteria food. You threw the cold slices in the microwave and set it for 3 minutes.

You were preparing yours and Hobie’s lunch for the day. He never brings his own lunch and just steals from your plate, so recently you started bringing enough for the two of you to eat.

You sensed a presence behind you, trying to go unnoticed and instantly knew it was him.

“You know that I know you’re there, right?” you crossed your arms, and asked matter of factly.

“Yeh, just tryna see if your senses are back in check, dat’s all.” he teased.

He’s referring to last week when your senses seemed off because you didn’t notice the huge boulder being thrown your way. Hobie had to save you last minute and now he will never live it down, he loves annoying you.

You rolled your eyes and groaned, “just shut up already! It was one time, for crying out loud!”

He chuckled and moved up to stand beside you as you watched the pizza slices slowly spin behind the glass. He was awfully close, and that fact conjured a bit of nervousness with a hint excitement. You don’t exactly know why you always felt the latter whenever he was near, therefore you always write it off as being happy that a friend was in your company.

The aggressive beeping coming from the microwave pulled you out of your thoughts and you quickly took out the steaming slices, then handed the plate over to Hobie, knowing he would want the first bite. Your friendship has reached a point where one usually knows what the other wants.

Hobie smiled then gladly took that first bite while you shook your head jokingly. You both walked out of the lounge and through the halls filled with spideys all over the place. Hobie’s arm was now casually hanging over your shoulder as he chomped away at his slice with his other hand. You were now holding the plate and aimlessly leaning against him as you two made your way to the cafeteria where the rest of your friends were.

“Ew, dude, you smack so loud!” you remarked as jabbed him with your elbow.

“Literally chew like dis everyday, bruv. Besides, nothing compares to your obnoxious sippin’.” he replied with a sneer, before returning to his smacking.

“Oh, ha-ha, right like I’m the slob!” you said sarcastically.

You two finally reached your table and your friends—gwen, miles, and pavitr—merely watched as you both laughed with each other and sat down with Hobie’s arm still thrown over your shoulder, completely oblivious to how you both looked from an outside perspective.

“Uh…do they see themselves?” miles whispered.

“I don’t think they’re aware…” gwen whispered back.

“Are they not already together?!” pavitr whisper-yelled.

“Wassup, mandem.” Hobie greeted.

When you grabbed your slice, you looked up at your friends for the first time. “Why are you guys so being quiet?” you asked, confused.

Gwen acted as if her mouth was filled with food and Miles and Pavitr copied her immediately, even adding a few extra finger licks here and there. Gwen covered her mouth before saying, “we already started eating that’s why.”

“Mmh, yeah, I was really getting into this bacon sandwich right here! Right, Pav?” Miles asked with an awkward smile.

“Totally, man!” Pavitr replied, too enthusiastic.

“Okay…” you chucked at their weirdness, then followed up with, “So, how was your first mission, Miles?”

“Light-work, needed no help at all! I don’t know why Miguel was acting like I was gonna screw the whole thing up.” he responded with a shrug.

“Except that you did need help and couldn’t do it all alone on your first try…” Gwen chimed in.

“I hardly see how that’s relevant.” Miles clapped back.

You were trying to listen and eat at the same time, but Hobie’s head laying against your shoulder made the endeavor a little challenging. You were still eating, though his weight now on you was all you could focus on.

In Hobie’s mind, he appreciated the closeness and carelessness towards touch you guys carried in your relationship because he could lean against you or hold you close all he wanted without it seeming like he viewed you as more than a friend. It was a great way to mask his ever-growing crush on you, along with the occasional teasing flirts that he could play off as jokes.

“You got some sauce on your face, lad.” he commented before gently wiping off tomato sauce from the corner of your mouth with the side of his thumb. You stayed put as soon as you felt his touch on your face. You thanked him with a smile before resuming to your almost finished slice. Gwen, Miles, and Pavitr just shook their heads at each other.

“You lot doin’ anythin’ tonight?” Hobie asked the group.

“Nope, I—Yeahhhh, gonna be super busy with my aunt Maya back at home!” Pavitr explained once Gwen slightly nudged him.

“Yeah, I gotta help my mom with…work…stuff! And gwen’s helping me!” Miles added.

“Alright, then...you free?” Hobie asked as he looked up at you.

“Um, yeah, got nothing planned for the rest of the day.”

“Another jam sesh at my place?”

“I’m down!” you exclaimed.

“Coo’, let’s go after dis!” he said before suddenly grabbing your pizza crust and stuffing it in his mouth.

“Hey! I wanted that!” you bemoaned.

“Too bad.” he said, almost inaudibly, with a smirk.

“You repay my kindness with still stealing my food?!”

“Deal with it.” he stated playfully.

You abruptly placed him in a headlock and he started to yelling “tap out, tap out” before swiftly pulling your arm over his head and going straight for a tickle attack. Once you felt the funny tingle on your neck you began to squirm around and laugh out loud. Hobie laughed to himself quietly at the escalation of events, but paused at the hearty sound of your laughter. You sounded sweet.

“At this point we’re 5th wheeling...” Miles sighed.

“Yeah, if we leave we’ll go unnoticed.” Gwen added.

Pavitr was mumbling to himself incessantly before finally shouting, “when are you two going to ask each other out?! You’re driving us all nuts!”

The whole table was now silent and a few spideys around the area looked over.

You and Hobie looked at one another, and simultaneously went, “huh??”

“Huh? What do you mean ‘huhhh?’ ! You guys are always so immersed in each other, you’re practically dating!!” Pavitr went on.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about, Pav. We’re just friends!” you defended.

“You two act like a couple and every-spider here can see that!” he explained further.

“Hey, lovebirds! I got a proposition for both of you.” Peter B. Parker appeared out of nowhere.

“See?!!!” Pav stressed.

“Oh.” Hobie just said.

“Well…that’s how we are with each other! Super close! There’s nothing going on here.”

“Yeah, what they said.” Hobie agreed.

“You two actually make a great power couple! You’re like the stereotypical punk-rock duo.” Gwen mid-joked.

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That was five hours ago, and now you two are in Hobie’s band room playing together. No real song was being played, but you and him liked to mess around and improvise new sounds. Him on guitar and you on drums. You twirl the sticks like a natural and change rhythms from time to time and Hobie’s fingers glide adeptly across his chords as he harmonizes with you.

This was one of your favorite pastimes because it’s how you and Hobie bonded at first; when you found out he played guitar you shared that you knew how to play drums and there was an instant connection.

He was already interested in you because of your unique fighting style even though you two shared about the same abilities. You thought his dope way of dressing and punk attitude was enough to reel you in, however music brought your spirits together and a beautiful friendship had blossomed as a result.

Beneath the teasing moments and oblivious public displays of affection, lay Hobie’s mind constantly debating whether or not he should casually admit he likes you, but his never ending fear of possibly ruining your friendship, if you reject him, ultimately wins the debate in the end and he shrugs his feelings off.

It’s moments like these, when you play together, that he takes the time to appreciate your company and steal a few glances at your face. Hobie would strike his chords and try to look at you without being noticed at first, but realized he could stare at you for longer because you would be deeply immersed in your playing. You were just so precious, he thought.

Unbeknownst to him, you did the same, though you struggled far more because you were forced to look down. Every chance you got, you’d instantly look up and take a second to revel in his coolness and cuteness while he played. You struggled more this time because your mind was tasked with a serious decision it needed to make.

“I think we should take a break. My hands are getting tired.” you stretched and cracked your fingers.

“Good idea.” he chugged the last bit of water left in his bottle, then chucked it into a bin.

He carefully laid his guitar against its stand and you placed down your sticks. He followed behind you out the room and into his small living space. You threw yourself onto his couch with a yawn and he did the same, then positioned himself so that his head was leaning on yours.

“You know, I thought a lot about what Gwen and Pav said eariler, and I actually do think we would make a great power couple. In a cool way, you know?“ you suggested with a light chuckle.

“I think we’d make a cute couple in general.” Hobie teased, half-jokingly.

“That too.” you immediately agreed.

Your confidence was through the roof all of the sudden and the urge to tell Hobie the truth about how you’ve felt for months was dying to acted upon. You knew the stakes were high, but you couldn’t deal with hiding your personal, inner thoughts any longer.

His eyes slightly widened, he was taken aback. “Wait, huh?”

“Well, yeah, now that I think about it…they were right. We do make a power couple because of our hero identities, we act like a couple, and it only helps that I like you too.” you confessed.

“You bein’ for real?” he turned to eye you and search for any hint of teasing.

“Gosh, yes, Hobie I really like you okay?! I want to be with all the time, swing around London with you always, watch our favorite movies, and make music! I don’t want to leave your side. You’re all I want.” you spilled out.

You watched Hobie nervously and fidgeted with your fingers as you waited for his mouth to form the anticipating words. You were honestly a little scared; the ‘idgaf’ attitude left as soon as it came and now you don’t actually know what he’ll respond with.

Hobie finally picked up his mouth and admitted, “I hate watching you go because I always want you to stay, love. I don’t like gettin’ all sentimental, howeva you make being vulnerable a whole lot easier. I want all of my time to be consumed by you and I would like everyone to know how much I care for you, so…I really like you too.”

Relief, bliss, and watery eyes were all jabbing you at once. You exhaled a breath you were unaware of holding, processed the fact that Hobie—your best friend—just admitted he liked you back, and his extremely sweet words were going to stupidly make you cry.

He gave you a warm smile, then brought you in for a tight hug. “Aww, don’t be such a sap.” he joked before stroking your back as you began to sniff.

“I was so worried you didn’t feel the same, Hob! I was preparing to say goodbye!” you lightly sniffed.

“I like you, alright? I love everythin’ about you. I love bein’ around you, listenin’ to your pointless rants, mockin’ you at every opportunity, but what I love most about you is your understanding of me. I appreciate you like no other and I want you to know that, even though I got a weird way of showin’ it.” he went on, running his hands above your undershirt.

“Gosh, you’re so sweet when you want to be, Hobie. You’re so cute for that.” you professed just seconds before taking advantage of your newfound confidence once more and pecking his lips.

Now, Hobie was physically taken aback and wasn’t sure where was appropriate for him to place his hands. You giggled at his dumbfounded state, him not knowing how to one up you this time. You kissed him again.

“For pete’s sake, you’re gonna turn me real soft!” he complained while laughing. “Give me another.”

“With pleasure!” you beamed, then kissed the rest of his face.

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© beatificwrites

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[ghibliwatcher]

Denji taking interest in you | Yandere Denji x reader

— I’m still reading the first few chapters so it might not be accurate LMAO

Warning — not proofread, talks about murder briefly

After turning into Chainsaw Man for the first time, he met Makima. You were also there, but he didn’t notice at first since Makima was there to catch him from falling

The first time he notices you was during the car, where you take Makima’s jacket (she had asked you to, and you agreed) and put it over his bare shoulders. He was surprised to say the least, since you had treated him so kindly and not viewed him as trash

You sat there confused while Denji was staring intensely into your eyes (you were internally freaking out)

Makima saw this as an opportunity and pulled you aside while Denji was off to save a girl from a demon

“I think he likes you.” Makima smiled once she saw your confused look.

You had thought Denji had taken a liking towards Makima since her plan was to manipulate him into being his pet, so you brushed her comment off

“Why not? I bet you two could pull it off, and you know he has something I want. Why not make it easier for me since you two are the same age?”

You know her comment wasn’t a suggestion, more like an order. Once you saw Denji coming back with the girl, you reluctantly agreed

At first, you only saw Denji as a friend as you spent more time with him; however, Denji saw this as an opportunity

He begged you to feed him the soggy ramen because he couldn’t ‘move’

“Pleaseee, I can’t really move on my own…” How could you say no to those puppy eyes?

Makima smiled again as you and Denji interact with each other

As more time went on, Denji had started acting weird

Whenever you’re around with your male coworkers, Denji would bark at them to get away from you and hold your hand

“You would never leave me, right?” Denji had asked you once. You were quite taken aback, but your feelings had started to develop more for the boy so you replied with a “never”

His heart went SOARING after that

If you and him aren’t working together, he would throw a tantrum (even if Power was his partner, he would beg someone to replace her with you)

Denji was also trying to convince himself that you two were together. That’s why he was so ‘protective’ of you

Aki had a deep concern for the lovesick boy and had tried to talk to you about it, but Denji would always be sticking by your side 24/7

Once you two officially got together, Denji became more intimate with you (hugging you from behind, murdering anyone whoever dares to look at you)

You wondered why there were less coworkers now? And where was Aki? (You had also saw specks of blood on Denji but you assumed that it was from a devil)

In short, Denji is hopelessly in love with you and would do anything for you.

#chainsaw man #csm denji #denji x reader #x reader #yandere #yandere x reader #csm anime #csm x you #csm x reader #aki hayakawa #makima #power chainsaw man #reader included #yandere headcanons #chainsawman denji

[taska-rokanh]

Good Night (Platonic Obi-Wan Kenobi x Padawan!Reader)

As Obi-wan Kenobi's padawan, your life was never short on adventure. Unfortunately, that meant you were always short on sleep. You were pretty sure the bearded man could see that when he asked you to stay on the ship while he, Anakin, and Ahsoka went ahead on the recon mission.

You tried to stay awake, knowing that despite the low impact of the task, it was all too important when someone or something actually did try to take or destroy the ship.

You only closed your eyes for a moment, and when you opened them again, you were against Anakin's chest, being carried to the quarters that, for the time being, you were sharing with your fellow Padawan.

You mumbled something that was probably supposed to come out as, "Master?" It sounded more formless than that, you were sure.

"Shh," he said quietly. "Ahsoka's already asleep. I was trying not to wake you."

"Thanks," you whispered once he set you down, feeling the tension in your neck from falling asleep in your chair release.

"No problem, kid. Sweet dreams."

It was only a few minutes before you heard Obi-wan's light footsteps announce his presence.

He walked over to Ahsoka's bunk first, seeming to check her for injuries once again. The mission must've been more dangerous than they'd been expecting.

"Oh, Padawan," he gave a quiet sigh as he settled down by your bedside. "You know, sometimes I wonder if I go... too easy on you."

He thought you were already asleep.

"But, as much as I hate to admit it, I'm glad you weren't with us this time," Obi-wan whispered. "It was nothing serious, nothing to worry about now, but there was one moment, where Ahsoka--oh, my heart nearly stopped. I can't imagine what it would be like if I had both of you to be worrying about.

"And I know you'll have to be in danger plenty before this war is over... ha, Qui-gon would not have had a problem with this," he shook his head, laughing faintly at himself. "For Forcesake, I didn't even have this problem with Anakin. I wasn't raising him in the middle of a war."

He sighed again. "Anyway, it doesn't matter. This is something I have to figure out on my own," he rubbed a hand across his beard before leaning over and pressing a light kiss to your cheek. "Sleep well, my dear. See you in the morning."

#star wars fanfiction #star wars #reader insert #reader included #gender neutral fanfic #gn y/n #obi wan kenobi #obi wan #obi wan star wars #padawan #jedi #platonic love #platonic obi wan #platonic oneshot #oneshot #star wars oneshot #short ficlet #obi wan kenobi x reader #obi wan kenobi x you

[0funsite0]

Poor us

Summary: You and Jimin have been living in poverty without parental help as they decided to disown you the moment you married the love of your universe. Life hasn't been easy ever since, but your love for each other and the will of building a family of your own may just be enough to concur all.

non-idol!jimin x pregnant!fem!reader

Warnings: pregnancy, poverty, medical issues, cold, malnutrition, childbirth

Word count: 2.9K

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You felt another blanket being placed on your body.

- Chim, I think that's enough, but thank you. - you breathed out sleepily, as Jimin carefully lays down next to you on the mattress placed on the floor.

- No, love! It's freezing. We need to make sure you don't catch a cold. That wouldn't be good considering you are 28 weeks.

He was right. Your tiny apartment was located in the poorest part of town, where cutting the water or gas was done weekly by authorities, since there was always something wrong with the system. Now not even the tiny heater in your miniature room was radiating any warmth, meaning the only things keeping you and your baby growing inside your womb warm were those few blankets you had.

- This was our last blanket though... now you have none. - you extended your hands, motioning him to lay under your blankets.

He hesitantly lifted the blankets and slipped under them, wrapping his protective arms around your waist to scoot you closer to his body. Of course, he was mindful of your bump, making sure not to crush your little one inside. A warm smile spread across his face, as he felt the baby wiggle against his torso. Moments like this reminded him, that rich, or not, life was beautiful.

- Now, go to sleep, okay? - ha pleaded, while softly caressing your hair and back. - You need a lot of rest.

- Okay... - you yawned. - But you too! Night.

- I hate that you still go to work.

- Jimin, we talked about this before! Women in my condition usually have maternity leave around their last month. I just started my seventh month, we have 3 left. - before he could cut you off, you continued. - Besides, we can't afford to have minus one working hand. We need the money. I already quit one of my jobs.

- Then I'll get another job.

- A fourth one? There's no way I'm letting that happen!

- Jagi...

You cut him off with a kiss. That kiss brought him comfort and reassurance. He still didn't like the fact that even after the doctor told you you were a bit underweight and should make sure you didn't lose any more if you wanted the baby to be healthy, you were still on your feet all that at work, which also included some physical labor. Ever since that day, he would skip meals, so you could eat more. Of course, he never told you this, because he knew you'd never let him do that.

- Good night!

- Good night, Love! - then he put his free hand on your tummy. - Night, night baby!

-

- Mrs. Park, - your doctor sighed. - even though you made some progress compared to last time, you still seem a little underweight. I want you to keep in mind that malnutrition doesn't only affect the fetus' development but can also send you into premature labor.

These were definitely news that you expected to hear at your 32-week check-up, and you had plenty of time to prepare yourself, but you still couldn't stop the tears from escaping your eyes. These facts being said out loud sent shivers down your spine and made your heart fill with worry for your precious baby.

Tears kept running and running down your red cheeks and no one was there to wipe them away. Jimin had work, which he couldn't miss, and the old lady, who called herself a doctor definitely wasn't the one who would calm you down. She was extremely unsympathetic. You just wished your husband was there, holding your hand.

The gynecologist printed out your ultrasound pictures and handed you the papers which contained the updates on your and the fetus' health.  

You didn't have a car. None of you. So you had to walk all the way home, burning calories, which you couldn't afford to burn. But you had no other option. On your way to your apartment, you stopped in front of a bakery, just staring inside of the showcase, debating whether or not you should spend those few bucks you brought with you, on some nourishing pastries for yourself... more for your baby. The debate was obviously determined when you set your thin hands on your bump and felt your bundle of joy wiggle around. A soft, but sad smile appeared on your lips, and you went inside.

-

You sat in your scummy kitchen, munching on one of the cheese biscuits you bought earlier, when you hear the squeak of the front door, signaling that your husband was home. About time... it was 10 PM.

-  Hi, My Love!

He took his shoes off and hugged you, caressing your back and pressing a gentle hand on your bump.

- How did your appointment go?

- It went great. - you lied.

- Can I see the papers?

You froze. Oh no! That will give everything away.

- Uhm... I lost it.

- Jagi... Please don't lie to me, okay?

You realized that there was no reason to lie to your husband any further. You dug deep into your duffel bag you've been taking with you everywhere for years now. The time took a toll on it as well. The rips and lose threads were becoming more and more evident.

In the end, you pulled out the folded medical papers, which will soon reveal your little secret to Jimin.

He carefully read through the words, making sure he wasn't missing any detail.

You didn't dare to look at him. You were scared. you expected scolding from him, words that would send you tears.

Instead, you just felt thin arms wrap around you and delicate hands running up and down your bump.

- Oh Jagi! - he breathed.

You couldn't help the tears. You were an emotional mess. Relief, sadness, worry, guilt...

- A-are you m-mad?

- No, no! I'm not, baby.

He carefully lifted you and slipped under you n the chair, so he could set you on his lap. He turned your head to look him in the eye and was quick to wipe the tears away, which were continuously pouring onto your shirt. He just kept wiping and wiping them.

- I'm just so worried, Jagi... But... don't you worry, My Love, okay? We'll work on it. You'll be fine! Perfectly healthy!

-

- Love! I'm home! - he said as he closed the door.

- Chim? - you breathe out shakily.

Jimin could immediately sense the discomfort in your voice, so he is quick to get into the tiny bathroom your voice could be heard from.

He dropped everything he had on him the moment he saw your distressed figure on the floor hunched over the toilet, hands on your 34-week bump, and rat to your side.

- Baby! It's okay, let it all out!

- I haven't been able to keep anything down today.

- Oh God! Why didn't you call me?

- I don't have any money on my phone... I couldn't call anyone.

Jimin cursed at himself for forgetting to charge money on your phone. It was a very dangerous move from him, especially now that you are nearing the end of your pregnancy.

- I'm having a contraction... - you panted as you clutched your abdomen, still sitting on the floor.

His hands carefully flew to rest on your stomach as he felt around. Your bump was rock-hard. He panicked. You weren't full-term yet.

- Are you sure? Maybe they are just Braxton hicks... - he held onto the last bit of hope he had.

- I'm not sure... I hope though. - you straightened your posture as the tight feeling in your stomach eased. - Chim... - tears started streaming from your eyes. - These don't feel like Braxton hicks. My baby...

- Shhh... It's alright, don't worry. We'll get you to the hospital.

-

- Mrs. Park, you are now in pre-term labor, but we can give you medication that might extend your pregnancy by a few more days or weeks.

- How much does it cost? - you ask, laying in the uncomfortable hospital bed with pink and blue bands strapped around your bump, which attached little machines to your skin to detect the baby's and your vitals.

- No! She'll have it! - Jimin said with much confidence.

- Chim...

You could barely afford the hospital bills for your labor and delivery. You didn't need to add any more to that sum.

- Can we get a moment, please? - your husband addressed your doctor.

- Of course. - she walked outside.

Jimin sat down next to you on the bed, his eyes flaming as he stared at the bands and machines attached to your still small bump. At least compared to how far along you were. Baby didn't weigh much and you were supposed to work on that in the remainder of your pregnancy.

And while Jimin's stare was livid, he stroked your hand and talked in the most gentle way possible.

- You are getting that medicine. I'm not letting my baby have potential risks or even die!

- I know, Ji-

The next contraction hit you out of nowhere. You curled around your hardened stomach and gripped Jimin's shirt.

- Breathe, breathe! - he whispered.

- I know, - you started as the contraction ended. - and it's the last thing I want as well. But tell me honestly how will we pay for that. That shit is expensive and we d-don't even have baby products yet.

That's when the tears spilled.

- It's okay, - he wiped your eyes. - I'll make sure everything is perfectly fine. You'll have that medicine and won't worry about the bills. I'll sort everything out.

His tone calmed you a bit, just enough to stop crying. But it didn't free you from the concern you felt about your child's well-being.

Your husband called the doctor back in, who immediately started preparing the procedure.

- No, no! - you whined. - No needles, Chim...

- Shhh... - he stroked your hair. - Just focus on me. Think about how is you are strong now, we'll have a strong baby in a few weeks.

So you did. You were strong and the IV was in, pouring some fluid into you. You didn't look at it, but you were nauseous non the less.

Just in time, a nurse assisting the doctor shoved a bowl in front of you. You let out the contest of your stomach. You didn't know you had anything left in you, and now, vomiting with Jimin tying your back with an emergency hair tie on his wrist, then rubbing your back.

- We're going to wait now and see how your contractions turn out. If they stop, we'll do a check on the baby and determine whether you are safe to go back home or now. If they continue to progress, we'll get ready for delivery.

So you waited there in the arms of your husband. Breathing through contractions and praying. Praying that the medicine worked and that your baby is okay.

Hours went by, but the constant pains tormenting you never stopped.

- Mr. and Mrs. Park, I'm afraid there's no other solution, we have to go through with the delivery.

Your heart ached. You wished you could give your beloved child, whom you haven't seen yet but lived with everything you had, a bright future. You wanted them to grow up in comfort and love at the same time. These are things you got to experience in your life, only never at the same time. Comfort you had while in the care of your parents, but love you only ever found when comfort was taken away, with Jimin.

A strong contraction ripped through your abdomen, squeezing your helpless baby inside. Jimin was close to tears himself.

- Breath, beautiful. You've got this. - he whispered with a broken voice.

You would have thought that this little gesture (him reminding you to breath) would be useless and would only agitate you, but thanks to him you realized you've been holding your breath which didn't help with the pain. As soon as you were reminded by him you let as much air into your lungs as possible and that relieved a lot of pressure from your stomach.

At some point the pain got extremely bad. No matter what you did, walking around, or squatting, the pressure was worse than ever amd could no longer be relieved by breathing.

- Wow, that was a big one. - the nurse exclaimed as she inspected the red line on the monitor, possibly measuring the intensity of your contractions. - How do you feel about some kind of pain relief?

The word "yes" was at the very tip of your tongue, it wanted to escape faster than light travels. But a voice, that has been chanting the same word over and over again since the day of your engagement, stopped you. Money.

- What do you suggest? - your husband asked after seeing your doubtful gaze.

-No... Ugh... I- W-we can't... - you huffed in the middle of feeling your baby squirming in discomfort as your belly hardens again.

- What do you suggest? - Jimin asked again, this time with a much more impatient voice, ignoring your protests.

- At this point it would be too late for the epidural, but I would recommend either oxygen, or gas. Oxygen is great for your lung capacity, helping you with breathing, amd gas kind of works like a drug. It's completely harmless of course, it has a numbing effect, so your brain can't process pain the way it is now, making it seem less intense.

- Jim-Jimin! You no we can't-

- We'll take oxygen.

After a bit of time and a lot of convincing from your husband, the nurse brought all the equipment needed and soon you had a mask-like plastic thing in your hand. She showed you how to use it and you were good to go. You were hesitant at first, but after feeling the difference it made, you couldn't resist anymore.

Jimin was relieved to see you have some break from the constant torture. That break, however, didn't last long.

A sudden strange urge and pressure broke you from your relaxed state. Your water broke and the contractions, which brought your baby so low, came almost immediately after each other.

- I ned to PUSH! - with that last word you were pushing, there was no going back.

Jimin worriedly smacked the calling button above your head, and 3 nurses entered the room, taking their places around you like the professionals they were.

They quickly understood that you prefered being encouraged with gentle words, not like some who needed them to shout like a football coach. You were scared for your baby, who would be born prematurly into this cold world, without a warm home, without a place to sleep. Damn... you don't even have a crib yet.

The only thing that allowed you ta stay focused was the thought of your little baby being in your arms, and Jimin's heartwarming words. These two pushed you forward.

- IT BURNS! - you scream in pure agony.

- Push through it! It means you're doing it right. - one of the nurses assured.

To be honest you couldn't tell the difference between them at this point. You could barely even see, your vision was so blurred by the tears pouring down your cheeks.

- We're so close baby! So, so close. It'll all be over.

Oh how wrong he was...

Once this part comes to an end the rest and most difficult part begins.

Several pushes and one last scream later the pain faded into nothing and for the first time in your life, you smiled when a baby cried.

You remember countless times when on long plane rides a baby was close to you on an aircraft you silently cursed at all living species on Earth. You would do so again when you realize you forgot to bring your headphones, and you'd have to listen to the annoying wailing sounds of an uncontrollable infant. Now, however, it was the world's most wonderful sound.

He was alive, breathing, gunky and slimy, just covered in all kinds of birth fluids, but he was the most beautiful thing that's ever existed on this planet.

You became a mother.

A mother to a child whose father is the love of your universe. You chuckled at the silly thought. Of course, how else would it be?

Your beautiful newborn son was placed on your chest and his warmth made you forget all the hardships you've faced and the ones you'll have to face once this moment is over. He was tiny but had a healthy set of lungs and an even healthier heart, which was all you cared about. His squished face scrunched even more with his cries. You were in love for the second time in your life. You never thought your love could get bigger, you imagined becoming a mother would split your love into two, half for your husband, half for the new addition to the family. But you were so wrong!

- Our little son. - the voice of your husband pulled you out of the state of mind you were in. He pulled you out to be with him. Him and your son so you could enjoy these moments with those who matter. Who you live for.

- Thank you Jimin...

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A/n: Might make a part 2 if enough people have interest in it, because I'm curious what happens to them now 🫣

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[yooitsanaaa]

"Yo también te amo, amor."

Robin Arellano x GN! reader M4A, bullied reader, mentions of blood, R/N = Rivals Name, cussing, fluff after.

"There you are Mi Vida!" You looked over to see where the voice was coming from and of course, from your one and only boyfriend, Robin Arellano. "I've been looking all over for you! Where were you?" "Oh! I was-- Uhm-" "Where did that bruise come from??" "Oh! this?" You say pointing at your black eye as he nodded. "I- uhm- tripped! yeah! and hit a rock! yeah! it hurt.." "... Mi amor. You know you can tell me anything." "I know love." "So then why aren't you telling me the truth?" You were shocked. How? How does he know you're lying? well because he's your boyfriend you dingus. Of course he's going to notice even the smallest little things, even though... this situation was not so little... "I- Uh- W- What are you talking about?" You say as you try to laugh it off. "Amor." You froze at his "Oh so serious" voice. "Yes?..." "What actually happened?" You tried to think of another excuse but you knew whatever you said right now, He won't believe you unless he knows that it's the truth. "I was... picked on.." You mumbled. "¿Qué?" With all the courage, you told him "I was picked on. So what? It's not a big deal?" He just looked at you in disbeleif. You? being Bullied? He questioned who would ever do such a thing. R/N. They did this. He knows cause of the stories he heard of them. Especially from you. He balled up his fists and left to go find them. "Wait! Robin! Where are you going!?" You asked as you followed behind him. "Going to have a special talk with a special someone." He said as he was walking faster, his blood boiling, the thoughts of what they did to you. He was NOT having it. As he saw R/N, He went straight up to them. "Oh! Hey Robi~" "EW-" you thought as you looked at them, disgusted. "Don't fucking call me that, maldita perra." And before they could even say anything, Robin punched them right in the face. Blood coming out of their nose, bruises everywhere as he kept on punching them. "This, is for hurting Y/N. This, is for flirting with me." He just kept on punching them. And not gonna lie, since what they did to you, you didn't really want to stop him, but you had to before he send them to the Hospital. "Okay Robin! That's enough!" You say as you grab him before he could hit them anymore. "You annoying little shit! I fucking hate you! So please! FUCK OFF." before Robin could say anything else, You dragged him away. As you were both walking to your house which was only like- 3 blocks away, You looked at him. He looked... angry. "You okay-" "I can't believe you..." He said as he cut you off. "Why couldn't you tell me?" He kept on asking questions on why you couldn't tell him. After, He finally let you speak. "... I didn't want to tell you because... I didn't want you to be all worried for me. You have your life and I have mine..." "... Y/N you idiot. I'm apart of your life!" He said as he stopped and looked at you. "Why do you think I'm with you!? I swear... You're so dumb sometimes..." You were speechless. You had NOTHING to say besides, "I love you robin..." He lifted up your chin so you can look at him. "Yo también te amo, amor." So after walking home, you guys just cuddled and watched movies while eating snacks.

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That was fun to right! Sorry I haven't posted in a while- I've been busy here and there- Anyways--

What the spanish words mean

Mi Vida: My life

Mi amor/amor: My love/Love

¿Qué?: What?

maldita perra. : Fucking bitch.

Yo también te amo, amor. : I love you too, Love.

Yeah! I might post Daily-- But who knows?

Anyways Bye Darlings!

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[ellecdc]

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[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

ʚ Pairing:  Prince Nuada x Female Reader (First person POV)

ʚ Themes: Soft | Fluff | Supernatural | Slow Burn

ʚ Warnings: Kissing | Mention of creature death / euthanasia

ʚ Disclaimer:   I don’t own the original image in this edit.

ʚ Author’s notes: Elven year Elven thousand and fifty three (Our year 2020. I just made this up for the story.)

In the elven year of eleven thousand and fifty-three, a great war raged between mortals and the children of the earth. This war was terrible, for it brought with it the awakening of the Golden Army. Seventy times seventy strong, these mechanical warriors hacked and slashed through the armies of men until King Balor, thinking there had been enough bloodshed, called for a truce before unarmed civilians fell under the blade of his army.

The agreement, mediated by members of BPRD, went like this: Humans would stick to their cities, and the forests would be allowed to flourish for the children of the earth. This was later extended to include abandoned tracks and parks. Only the threat of the Golden Army kept the humans from breaking the truce, and lasting peace was finally achieved. Part of this agreement also included an exchange of hostages to live with hosts on the other side.

I, y/n, was part of the exchange, and I had been sent to live with Crown Prince Nuada. The prince balked at my presence, begrudging even the food I ate, muttering barbs just loud enough for me to hear and avoiding me as much as he could. It hurt, but there was nothing I could do but wait out the allotted five years, and you had barely been with him for two months. Not knowing what else to do, I stayed out of his way, only leaving my rooms when I had to eat or go to work. Mister Wink, bless him, accompanied me to and from the office. Truth be told, I found him to be better company than his more eloquent friend. Mister Wink was fascinated by everything above ground, from hawks dipping and diving between buildings to the phone I was holding. While I was reading on the subway, I noticed him peering over my shoulder. I brought books to teach him to read after stopping at a nearby bookstore.

That’s when I noticed the first change in Nuada, after I bought those books. I’d feel his eyes on me whenever I taught Mister Wink how to read, but he said nothing, preferring to stick to the shadows while the two of us carried on.

A second change came not long after that. The prince would now have a greeting for me if I ran into him in the corridors. He even joined me and Mister Wink at the kitchen table for meals, but I kept my head down every time. That second shift gave way to a third, and that was something I didn’t notice until I was in his library one evening.

"Y/n."

The prince had been behind me, watching me while I was studying a stone table in its very own glass case. I mumbled an apology and moved to the side, hoping he wasn’t provoked by my being here. After seeing all the artefacts, books, and paintings in this room, I was starting to understand why he didn’t want anyone in here.

There were no scoldings. No reprimands, just a simple: "There is no reason for you to apologize." Nuada tilted my chin, his grip surprisingly warm and gentle. He then gestured for me to go back to the tablet. "This was from the library of Alexandria." He pointed to a seal at the bottom left of the tablet. "It is one of the last edicts of Cleopatra. The Cleopatra."

Woah. The Cleopatra he said. "Did you meet her?" He nodded. "What was she like?"

"Ordinary looking. Place her here, in modern clothes, on a busy street in New York, and you would not be able to make her out from the crowd. But," Nuada paused for effect. "She more than made up for it with her wit and intelligence."

I go back to the stone table and think. Nuada was over eight thousand years old. How much would he have seen in his long life? "But she backed Mark Anthony," I said, "and not Caesar’s rightful heir. That's not very smart."

He simply shrugged. "She was a mother looking out for the interests of her child. The dearest friend of Caesar was her best bet. Octavian had to kill Caesarion to protect his own claim. That was how it was back then."

"If you ask me, it seems like a very violent time," I shuddered.

Nuada thought otherwise, he had seen enough to do so. "Has much changed since then? Look at your news." Nuada gestured to the door and, beyond that, the little room Mister Wink used to watch TV. "Violence and bloodshed, pain and suffering, sometimes caused by people simply for the sheer joy of it all."

That gave me pause. "We haven't changed much, have we?"

"No," Nuada said. "Neither have we." He looked back out, to the little TV room. He grinned when he heard Mister Wink laugh at something. "He speaks very highly of you, our Mister Wink. He says you are very nice to him." 

"Not many people are nice to trolls?" I’d heard all the stories, about how trolls were treated as just hired muscle with very little to commend them, and how the prince was one of the few to treat them with any decency. He and his twin, of course.

Nuada shook his head. "Many see his kind as the, what was that mortal word?" He stopped to think before his eyes lit up. "Oh yes. Knuckle-draggers of our races. As simple-minded savages, remnants of a primitive time, and nothing more than that."

That was indeed a horrible way of thinking, but then I remembered how he behaved towards me. "But you're no different from them," I said quietly. "Remember, the things you called me during my first few days here?"

Nuada bit his tongue and nodded. He had been cruel, as his sister made it clear when he called on her to ask her advice on an important matter. She said that nothing was going to happen in his little quest unless he changed. "And I have no excuses for it. Only a sincere apology. You were frightened and dependent on me, and I was just a boor to you. Y/n," when I backed away, he reached for me like I was a skittish horse, contenting himself with holding my hands. "I am so sorry, for everything. Could this be a new start for us? I promise to do everything within my power to make amends."

There was strength in those hands and a great deal of gentleness too. Strange that these hands, hands that have spilt a great deal of blood over the centuries, could be so... so... soft and tender, as if they only moved to protect, not to hurt. And that apology. It was simple and may not have meant much to others, but coming from someone as proud and cold as him, it mattered a great deal. He wanted another chance. Should I give him another chance? Or should I walk away, and fight for reassignment elsewhere? Surely the BPRD would consider it.

Fingers brushing hair off my eyes sent a jolt down my spine, made my skin tingle and my mouth go dry. Then there were his eyes. They were looking at me in a way they had never done before. There was something there, something I couldn't put a finger on, but it drew me in all the same. When I moved, he moved on instinct. "Please, y/n." Nuada was just a hair's breadth away from me. If he moved any closer, his lips would be pressing against mine.

Would that be so bad? Him kisisng me? "Yes?" I felt a little light-headed and dizzy, and I didn’t know what to make of it, until my eyes moved to his. The way he was looking at me, my mouth. "One chance." He didn’t move any further than that, but he bit his lip, as if lost in thought. "Please."

I think, and think and think. I wanted to say no, but something was stopping me from saying so. I wanted to shake his hands off and walk away, but my feet were rooted to the spot. My gut was practically screaming at me, to give him a chance. That I won’t regret it.

Oh, to hell with it. I nodded and said yes, and he smiled, really smiled, his face radiant like the sun.

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Things grew easier after that. He’d ask me about everything, listening to what I had to say. He wanted to know about my work, my friends, the boss who was obsessed with mythology, and my favourite coffee shop down the road.

He’d talk about his family in turn, his sister especially, and his father. King Balon was busy, but he always found time for his children. Even the simple notes he sent held so much love in each word, and Nuada had saved everything.

He joined in on the English lessons, helping me and calming Mister Wink when he complained and called it a language from the bowels of hell. He’d take me to the troll market, buying little trinkets for me, rare books. He took to reading a chapter to me every night after dinner, and I looked forward to that, listening to him. I realised I could listen to him for hours. Sometimes my mind would drift to the day he apologized and how close he was to me. What if he had actually kissed me? Simply pressed his lips to mine and pulled the breath right out of me. Nuada would see the wistful looks in my eyes, put the book away with a grin, and I’d blush before groaning and curling into my chair. Nuada said nothing, but he’d escort me to my rooms and kiss my hands before vanishing. I’d be left standing there, my skin still warm where his lips touched and a sigh escaping my lips.

My dread of him gave way to something else, something gentler and sweeter. It was there when he greeted me in the morning and again in the evening, when he searched for me after coming home. It was there when he read to me at night or when he took my hand in his. This feeling  grew and grew, like a wave that threatened to drown me.

One night, when I went to call him for a late-night coffee, I found Nuada in the sparring yard, training. He moved lightning quick, so fast I could barely see him in the flickering light. A spear glinted menacingly in his hands. One strike and ropes as thick as arms were severed like thin strings. A second, and a puddle was struck. A third, and some of the water droplets that were flung into the air were sliced clean through the center. Nuada was lithe and deadly, like poetry in motion. I thought he looked magnificent.

"Y/n," he paused before tossing his spear onto a nearby rack, a shy grin tugging at his lips. This was the first time I had seen him train. "This is a pleasant distraction."

“I just came to say coffee is ready." My eyes lingered on the scars that were all too visible on his chest. Nuada’s life had been one of war and violence, and I was seeing the evidence of it for the first time. Beyond that, he was incredibly handsome, the sort of handsome I’d only hear of in poetry and song. My cheeks grew hot when I realised I had been staring. "Sorry."

My chin was tilted so my eyes would be level with his. "There is nothing for you to say sorry for."

He looked at me, a finger of his tracing a line across my cheek. There’s something different in the air, something different in me, pulling me to him, making me stand on the tips of his toes. I heard a soft outtake of breath, and then he leaned in, his lips brushing against me like soft feathers. When my mouth opened to his, the sweetness of him poured down my throat, threatening to drown me and sweep me away with the tide. It brought out a fire that frightened me, but when he held me, all my fears melted away in the strength of his embrace. My name came out like a whisper and something took root, something I couldn't explain. When he pulled away, he left me stunned and breathless. That’s when I heard coughing. Someone had walked in on us both. "Mister Wink," Nuada said, his arm still around my waist, his face half buried in my hair. If he didn't care about being found out, then I wouldn’t let it bother me either. "Are we late?"

There was a series of grunts and snarls, something to do with a tooth fairy trying to turn the kitchen into its personal hotel. "Have I lived here too long?" I listened to what the troll was saying. There were more complaints about said tooth fairy trying to force open the deep freezer so it could get at the spare ribs Mister Wink had been saving for a midnight snack. "Because he’s starting to make sense."

His chest rumbled when he chuckled in my hair. "Mister Wink makes perfect sense." Nuada grinned. "But only if you care enough to listen. Wait here. I will not be long."

When it comes down to it, anywhere away from the direct range of a tooth fairy was perfect for me. "I’ll stay right here."

One more kiss, and he was gone.

And within a few minutes there was an epic commotion, lots of yelling and swearing, of pots falling and plates shattering. When it finally grew quiet, too quiet for my liking, I gulped and made my way back inside, to the kitchen.

It looked like a hurricane had gone off. The entire kitchen was a disaster. Bowls were upturned, fruits were scattered all over, and there was Mister Wink, holding onto a trap cage for dear life. The cage rattled violently while its occupant fought hard to escape. "Here." Nuada came over with a thick towel that smelled of something strange. "Wrap this around the cage."

The rattling stopped as soon as the towel went around the cage, and they breathed a sigh of relief. "Such a tiny thing and such a mess," I murmured as I surveyed the damage. The tooth fairy may have been tiny, but the destruction it caused was something else. If one of them could destroy so much, what could hundreds do? "Is it dead?"

Nuada peaked inside. "Just knocked out. Mister Wink will take it to the BPRD. They will handle it."

Tooth fairies were too dangerous to be released. The wars resulted in them developing a taste for human flesh and bone, and all captured fairies were sent to the BPRD to be euthanized. "Of course," I said as I knelt to peer into the cage. I had never seen a tooth fairy befor, all I had were horror stories from survivors. "Not too close." Nuada held out a hand, holding me back. "The smell of you might wake it up."

I stayed where I was and looked in. Sure enough, the tooth fairy was knocked out, a piece of meat still in its hands. "Better in there than out here." I shuddered as I stood up. "And they can just get in?"

"If there is a way in, yes." Nuada took the cage, with the towel still around it. "Take this to Abe." He told Mister Wink. "Check the vents for any holes when you get back. And leave this mess." He gestured to the disaster zone that was the kitchen. "We will clean it in the morning. Let the others sleep."

"Is Mister Wink alright?" I kept a safe distance from the cage. "Are you alright?"

Nuada brushed off paint chips that had fallen onto my hair. "More than all right. Come with me." He took my hand and led me out of the kitchen. "There is something I would like to show you."

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On and on we walked, through winding passages and corridors, through one doorway and onto the next. There were torches everywhere, but the rooms and hallways grew barer and rockier and darker the further we went. It felt like we were going deeper underground, but to what?

"And here we are." Nuada stopped in front of a pair of thick teak doors, twice the height of even Mister Wink.

There was a loud creak when the doors were pushed open. "Where are we?"

He lit a torch and led the way in. "You will see."

It was too dark to walk around. I followed the light, watching Nuada as he lit tapers and little torches built into thick rock walls. There was moonlight seeping in through cracks I couldn’t see, but their light wasn’t enough. Then I turned around, my breath nearly dying in my throat.

It was a large indoor garden, the likes of which I had never seen before. Flowers. There were flowers everywhere, all rare and unknown. The floor was covered in soft grass and moss, and there was an actual rose tree in the center of the cavernous room. "What is that?"

"That is the crown rose tree." Nuada led me to it, let me walk around it. "The emblem of my clan. There are only three of these trees in existence."

His was the youngest, he said. The second oldest was at his father’s court, and the oldest, the mother tree, grew wild, deep within the caves of Bethmoora. Even the presence of the Golden Army did not affect it. The elves saw it as a good omen, he said, and that it meant their kind would endure no matter what befell them. "Vows made beneath this tree must never be broken."

"All vows?" I was too busy admiring the tree to notice the way he was looking at me. The flowers looked like crowns from certain angles, all gold with delicate veins of red. The tree and leaves themselves were a rich bluish black, making the roses stand out even more.

"Yes." Nuada was right behind me now. I could feel his breath in my hair. "Especially vows of love."

Especially vows of love. It is an interesting choice of words coming from him.

There was that feeling again, strong and persistent now. "When you mean vows of love," I said nervously, wondering if Nuada was saying what I thought he was saying. It can’t be. My flights of fancy had run riot again. Nuada was an elf, and the Crown Prince of his kind. His father would have expectations, standards, and a human being would fall well short of all of them. He might even be disinherited if he got involved with someone his father deemed unworthy. "Do you mean vows in general, or vo--"

Nuada leaned in, whispering something in the language of his people before moving in front of me. I had been around him long enough to pick up bits and pieces, but what he just said, admitted to me-- No. It can’t be. "I’m not sure I understand what that means--"

"Yes you do." Nuada inched closer, his broad shoulders blocking out the tree behind him. "Do you--" He was pained by the thought of my rejecting him. "Do you object to me? Was it because of how I behaved in the beginning?" 

"Yes! No! It’s not about how you behaved at the start! You don’t understand!" How could I make him see, the price he would be paying for my sake? "You’re an elf, I’m-- I’m me," Didn’t he understand the gravity of the choice he was making? Of all the trouble he could bring down on his head by choosing me? "I’m human, Nuada. Human. Your father would never agree to it and--"

He kissed me again, this time hard and frantic, his hands all bunched up in my hair. I was trembling too, my body melding with his as my lips parted for his tongue. "My father approves of you," he whispered into his kiss. "He has already given me his blessings. As for you being mortal--"

Here I stop, panting, my heart racing like I have been running for miles. "Yes?"

"It makes no difference to me." Nuada’s lips captured mine again, his breath mingling with my own. "So long as I can call you mine."

This time it was he who stopped, and waited, for my answer. I didn’t need to think long and hard this time. The prince loved me, and I? I had fallen in love with him. When I kissed him this time, he knew what my answer was going to be. There was that smile again, all radiant and glorious.  Mine, he whispered.

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[themotherofblood]

Beautiful People

Tywin Lannister x Reader

Tears of Gold AU

The halls of King’s Landing were rather dim, most people had poured out into the tourney grounds. You could hear the muffled turbulence of inhibitions outside the walls. Before leaving both of you had visited the nursery one more time, both boys swaddled asleep. Calm and content.

You held your flowered favour in one hand as you walked to the balcony. Where the royal family and noble friends waited for the tourney to begin. Both you and your husband were the couple of the hour, as the doors opened to the commotion of it all, the cheers grew as your frames came into view. You held onto your husband’s sleeve tighter as he squeezed hand to reassure you, his gaze didn’t drop once as you looked up at him, he held the room like he always does, captivating and intimidating.

Lords and ladies all stood to congratulate you and your husband, a polite smile graced your face as you and your husband parted ways as he took his seat next to the king. You found yourself in between Margerey and Sansa, both in wraps over your dress.

“Some may say you’ve out dressed the Queen.” Margerey giggled under her breath has people began to take their seats. Cersei walked over to you before you could sit, engulfing you in a stiff hug and kiss to your cheek.

“Don’t you look lovely.” Her fake enthusiasm poured right through her words, months before you would have thought she was actually being genuine about her compliments.

You resumed your seat next to your favourite ladies, Sansa and you giggled about the knights that began to line up at the grounds. The brown of Royce, the red of Lannister, the blue of Harrenhall, the yellow of Dorne, the salmon of Maiden Pool and many others mounted their horses and lined up next to each other. You saw Fredrick among them. Who had been rather excited about the tourney, ever since he was knighted he hadn’t had a good fight since the battle at Lannisport. You had threatened to shoot his corpse more dead than dead was if he did not come back from the battle. Young girl at best but you were a strong hearted girl.

The first round of knights picked their opponents, Jamie too rode out. Tywin had given him permission to joust this time, even though he was a Kingsgaurd. His round was rather intense, it was like watching an exotic bird flock a fight in the air, he took two knights down with ease as the crowds roared on. Tywin sported a proud smirk as his son rounded his victory, Fred was next and to be fair the brutality of it all made you nervous. Both men neared the balcony, as you dragged Sansa up with you to the railings, Cersei too got up with her favour, expectantly looking at her brother. Until he trotted right past her, to you.

“Mother…” Jamie jested is his signature sly tone “It is only fair than the lady of the hour, give me her favour.” You smiled at him walking back to grab your wreath and letting it fall into Jamie’s hands. Sansa slid her wreath down Fred’s spear, hers was a beautiful frosted white wreath, fitting for the snow of the north. As you turned to sit back down, Cersei’s eyes caught yours, they raged in silent furry as she walked back up to sit next to Joffrey.

Jamie and Fredrick found their end of the lanes, both horses prepared an awaiting for their signals. Their round began as both horses charged toward one another, Jamie as usual hitting first but Fred was quicker, easily ducking and dodging the hit, both fighters found their end line before turning to charge yet again. The tensions grew higher as both jousters approached one another, most people including you were at the edge of your seats as Fred’s hit targeted right on Jamie’s chest, his body dragging on the divider line before he found the reigns again and pulled himself back up. Jamie’s squire at the end of the line handed him again before they turned to charge at each other yet again. Jamie let out a loud grunt of frustration before his hit dismounted Fredrick, who fell to his side.

Surely you felt no pain, but winced nonetheless. Rushing to the barricade of the balcony and yelling “You alright?” He was alright, you knew it but you couldn’t help it.

“Aye my lady. Perfectly fine.” He grunted as he got up, in pain but his smile never left his face

“You fought gallantly, Ser.” You blew a kiss at him. Jamie to rode under the balcony scowling at you as amusement.

“I thought I had you favour, feel rather betrayed.” Jamie joked

“Now now, Ser Jamie. Did I not name my son after you.” You cocked your brow at him and subconsciously you felt Cersei’s glare burning holes in your back.

Jamie rode forward calling out Myrcella, the little princess ran over to where you stood, though you had to hold her as she lent over the barricade to make her little head pop up to the viewers. Jamie crowned her the Queen of Love and Beauty and rested your favour crown upon her head. The gold woven flower crown fit perfectly on her head as she twirled around in joy.

The party poured into the dining hall, laughter and wine coated the halls. Something the war had made a lack of. Tywin rounded the room with grace and poise as guest after guest spoke with him, mostly to gain his favour but nonetheless he commanded the room like he were the king and not Joffrey. Ladies gasped and squealed as they saw the metal around your neck, leaning in to whisper gossips and matches of court. As the dinner went on, many presented you and you husband with gifts, fur coats and jewelry. Your husband presented you with yet another gift, it looked castle forged; a new bow with a set of arrows. You surely were going to thank him for them later.

Music and dance spread across the floor, maiden’s gowns turning and people clapping along to the rythm, one man even had the courage to walk up to you for a dance, a good lady never refuses, though being married does exempt one from that rule; you craved a bit of excitement. Your husband wouldn’t dance with you so agreed, lifting your palm to his as he whisked you away to the dance floor. You palmed lingered in the inches apart you stood, turning as he guided you through the song.

“I believe Lord Tywin wants my head on a spike, right about now.” He whispered at you looking nervous

“He won’t, my lord. Though I must thank you for providing me with some form of… entertainment.” You said as he effortlessly twirled you around, your body facing Tywin’s. Maybe the young lord was right because Tywin looked murderous and you gently smiled at him, his knuckles clenching white.

“My lady, I do have purpose for this dance.” You groaned as he confessed

“A seat on the council?”

“A woman.” He quickly replied back.

“I never did catch you name, my lord.” You asked as both your hand lifted above your head, his hands leading your wrists.

“Dickon Tarly, my lady.” He replied

“Ah, which one.” You pushed on smiling at the red that spread on his cheeks, he gestured his eyes behind you as he twirled you around once more. She was one of yours, her father held a fort for his liege lord. Your husband. You smiled looking at her and then up to him.

“I could put in a word, my lord.” You took a final bow before parting ways.

You walked back up to your table, your husband taking deep puffs of breath as you rounded the table to sit next to him, you reached for his cup of wine while smirking at him, finding amusement in Tywin’s silent jealousy which cut out the second the bitter filled your tongue, making your face gently scrunch up as you placed the cup back down. It was one the first thing’s Tywin knew about you, you were one for the sweeter wines and he had them exported all the time. You just never realized his tastes were this strong. He tucked a hair behind your ears with his pinky, as you tried to recover from the horrid numbness that shot down your spine.

You blinked you eyes clear as you focused them on the ruckus that had began to die down. Joffrey had left for the night and many lords and ladies were too intoxicated to make proper conversation, you stood up placing a kiss to your husband’s cheek.

“Sing an entire song in your head, then come find me my love.” You whispered seductively in his ear and Tywin turned to you confused

“Please?” You asked meekly, giving him those infuriating for eyes again. He nodded to comply to your demand. You pressed another kiss to his head before walking to your chambers with your handmaidens.

Half the work was done already, your shared room was covered in flowers, your husband would never ask for it, but such things were they only ways you knew how to show your affections for him. This and birthing his babies. Roses covered your bed and the floor by it and a sheer dress waited for you on the bed. You maidens giggled as the undid your dress from the feast, going on about how they’d hear the old lion roar tonight, which in their right they would.

Your handmaidens and you had planned this a week before hand, they tried to teach you in how control the pleasure in bed but you knew your husband better than that. He strived off of control and fear in every aspect of his life, even as he devoured and devoted himself to you. They undid your hair, letting it fall free. You and your husband hadn’t had a night of passion in nearly two months, though most of it had been rather frustrating. Him teasing you and being interrupted, you teasing him and being interrupted. He’d started this, two moons ago.

He’d called his wife to his work chambers, sat in his chair with every drop authority that his body held. His lips curled to a gentle yet devious smirk as he saw Lady Y/N, lifting his cup of wine to his lips as you neared him. He gestured for her to come around and she did, stood right in front of him. Smiling with those perfect lips of hers, his fingers immediately trailed up her chest and down to her waist, pulling her onto him. His core prominent against her, her hips gently rocked against his, her hands instinctively tangling in his hair as his hand tightened its grip onto her hip, hard enough to bruise her.

Their lips feverishly danced against one another, the sounds of their kisses and her meek moans filled the room. His hands found the back of dress about to rip it before knocks on the door stopped them, her lips curled downward; in a frustrated and sad frown. Though Tywin was already expecting those knock, when she realized she smacked his shoulder before huffing and getting off.

That night you continued the charade, wearing a corset that made your breasts look extremely voluptuous as you dined with your dear husband. He was a great man for sure but a man nonetheless, his eyes couldn’t help but trail to your cleavage as you gently lent forward to bite into you food. You smirked as you caught him in the act and quirked a brow at him. Poor thing still had another council to sit through for the night and you were looked forward to torturing him some more. You got up to sit in his lap, moving your ass back and forth right on his crotch to get more comfortable as you stole food from his plate.

He came back from the council late that night, the fire by the hearth crackling as he undid his coat, the basin of water allowing him to freshen up before bed. That’s when his eyes trailed to his bed, his wife asleep on his bed was expected, you were pretending to asleep, completely bare. Your ass propped up as you cuddled onto a pillow. Tywin had let out an annoyed chuckle under his breath. You had started a war, he was going to finish.

next chapter

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[xo-bug-ox]

🛐 please consider platonic fluff for abed nadir with a manic pixie dream-type girl who also comes off as emotionless

-⭐️

VERY MUCH CONSIDERING BC I LOVE ABED AND THAT FRIENDSHIP SOUNDS PERFECT YOU ARE AMAZING

I’ve never wrote a manic pixie dream girl I apologise if I did not do this justice

Pillow Fort

Abed Nadir x Platonic!Reader

Warnings: very very brief drug mention!

The library was a cozy quiet place for you to sit with yourself, or take a nap, it was always so quiet. In fact a little to quiet, over the years you’d only ever seen a few people come in here to read. Most of the other kids came here to get high or hide from whatever mess was happening in the halls now. But the library brought a comfort to you especially since you were alone with your thoughts.

“Excuse me?” A voice came, you looked up, “do you mind if I borrow that pillow next to you? Me and my friend Troy and Building a pillow fort” the boy smiled, “yeah sure” you said handing it to him, “cool cool cool cool, you can join us if you want, it’s kinda a whole school thing at this point” he said with a smile, “don’t see why not, got nothing better to do other than draw” you said standing up. “My names Abed by the way, i don’t think we’ve met” he said extending his hand.

You shook it, “we’ve met, durning one of those crazy paintball games” you said, he took a moment before remembering, “cool cool, follow me” he smiled. You picked up the pillows that had once surrounded you and followed him, your sketchbook was shoved into the tote bag that hung from your side as Abed directed you through the halls, he was talking to you as you walked, “so what classes are you in? I don’t see you round much” he asked, “left here” he added onto the end.

“Pottery, art, drama, English literature and photography” you said following him through the twists and turns, “nice, me and Jeff have signed up for pottery I might see you in there” he said, you nodded in agreement, “are you okay? You don’t see to happy, although I’m not really sure” he asked as he stopped turning to you, “oh yeah! I’m fine just don’t do the whole big emotions thing, I’m great” you responded. He looked you up and down before humming and continuing to walk. “Holy shit that’s a lot of pillows” you uttered out once you saw the massive fort stretching through the hallways.

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[burntsecrets]

When reading reader insert fanfiction, do you prefer...

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[erajoie07]

Exhausted

Pairing: Choso (Jujutsu Kaisen) x Fem reader

Warning: angst, sadness

Mentally and physically exhausted. Is masturbation the reward for the tiring tasks she handles in school? She can’t even achieve a leaking orgasm or a too wet cunt. The terrible feeling of trying to expect for the good in everything and everyone around her. She wants to quit school because this routine is tiring, the morning routine, the walk to the transportation site, the endless waiting, and the afternoon routine, and evening routine. The same cycle that will happen no matter the years.

“Hello!” Choso walks through the door, carrying something as his hands are behind him. He approaches her and presents her a bouquet of chrysanthemums. Unexpected not only that he gives her one, but the choice of flowers, when it’s only used in funerals and wakes. “I got this because I know it’s your favorite. Earthy smell.”

She looks at him then accepts the flowers. Choso closes the distance between them, “For my lovely girl, I love you. Know that I’m always here for you.” He places a long kiss on her temple, then to her cheek, ending it on her lips, lingering a while longer, feeling the plumpness of her lips. When he pulls away, she grabs his arm.

“Choso, I don’t want to go to school anymore. I hate this routine. I hate this cycle. I hate the teacher. I don’t want to see my classmates. It’s so tiring.”

Choso’s smile gradually drops and pulls her to him and wraps his arms around.

“Does it sound like a “me” problem?” She asks him.

“Do you want me to be honest?”

She looks up at him, tired eyes at him. She nods, “Go ahead. Maybe it can give some light to my situation.”

“Parts of it aren’t your fault. The schedule given to you and your reaction is valid. Setting up the alarm at 4:50 in the morning and your class is 7:30 am, plus waiting for three hours for the next two classes in the afternoon. All those are not your fault, everything you say about it is valid because it is hard waking up early to wait for so long.”

Choso caresses her hair.

“And the others?” She waits for his comment.

“Honey, there is a limit and a boundary. I’m sure your teacher is also trying her best. If you think she is crossing the line, tell them. Your classmates must also feel the same, please don’t hate them. If it’s so exhausting, tell me and I can compromise for you.”

Choso kneels to her level, eyes boring over hers as she becomes embarrassed.

“Don’t be embarrassed.”

“This is not a deal breaker?”

Choso chuckles, making light of the situation. “My lovely girl, my deal breakers are you leaving and breaking up with me, and ignoring me.”

She smiles at him, grinning. “Thank you, Choso.”

“You’re most welcome, my lovely girl.”

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[beatificwrites]

—you suck off sub!mike in his office ★

pairing: sub!mike schmidt x reader

content: porn w/o a plot, smut, no use of y/n, reader has grippable hair, oral male!receiving

“What’re you doing??” his brows furrowed at the feeling of your hand sliding into his inner thigh.

“Don’t mind me.” the corner of your lip curved up and your hand remained in place.

Mike’s doe eyes waltzed aimlessly around the TV monitor as he flicked through the noisy cameras. He was already tired of this stupid job.

Your fingers could not help themselves as they crept closer and closer to your boyfriend’s crotch. Once they had reached jackpot, your hand began to gently rub against his bulge.

A restrained moan slipped out from his mouth, “babe, not here. Not here…” he groaned as you gave him a soft squeeze.

“Pffffft!” you scoffed. “Nobody’s watching.” you proceeded to slowly fondle with his ever-growing bulge.

“Please, I can’t loose this job.” he begged as he clamped his hands on the arms of the chair, knuckles turning ivory white.

“Gosh, you’ve always been super sensitive.” you rolled your eyes and copped a light feel of his sack before unzipping his jeans.

You bit your lips unconsciously at the sight of his precum already seeping through his briefs. Your hand practically led itself up and down his hidden cock.

“Don’t tell me you’re gonna cream yourself already.” you snickered.

Mike frantically shook his head, but his flushed cheeks gave himself away.

“You need to relax, baby.”

You dropped to your knees and spread his legs further apart for better room. Your hand returned to gently rubbing against his shaft and your ears peaked up at the sound of him steadily sucking in the air through his teeth.

He began to feel your delicate kisses sprinkle all over his dick. He had no option, but to clench his fist to hold back from spilling all of himself too soon for your liking.

His huge eyes watched every move you made, anticipating the next. Ready to get high off of whatever treat you were about to give him.

You admired from below as the man above was spiraling out of control by the second. You had not even put him in your mouth and he was already about to come undone.

“I can’t relax like this-oh god!” he immediately threw his head back as he felt himself spring free and your hand gripping his length. Your touch was enough to send him to the stars.

You took a moment to ogle at his massiveness. You figured it shape-shifts and adjusts to it whatever state its in because your brain still couldn’t comprehend how such a thing could be supported by him all day long.

“Fuck..” he breathed out once your wet lips wrapped around his cock. He laid further back on the office chair and pulled his hoodie and shirt up just a bit.

Your tongue swirled around his tip, before you took it back out and lazily slipped your tongue up and down his length. You took your sweet time coating him in your slobber, testing his patience; your fave thing to do.

You rubbed his thickness with one hand and rested the other on his stomach, particularly his happy trail.

His mumbled curses came to an abrupt stop as soon as you started bobbing your head. With his mouth agape he threw his head back and you sucked as tenderly as you possibly could.

He reached out to guide your head, placing his coarse fingers through your hair. The urge to shove and move you, so you could suck at the pace he wanted you to, was strong. However, he knew he better.

You relinquished his cock for a moment. “grab as much as you want, sweetheart.” you breathed out.

His eyes widened a little, not expecting that from you. You gave a faint smile, deciding he could have his way with you for once.

He clasped a chunk of your hair not a millisecond later; not roughly, yet not gently either.

You hollowed your cheeks and blew twice as hard. “Jesus Christ!” he whined, through gritted teeth, as he pushed you further down. He was seconds away from spilling all of his load into your mouth.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck..I can’t hold it anymore!” he wailed.

His eyes rolled far back as he felt the intense wave of pleasure wash over his body. His cum spat out non-stop and you graciously took every drop he had to offer. The amount was too much to bare and it would drizzle down the corner of your lips.

You licked the salty stickiness from your bottom lip. Mike marveled, in his disheveled state, at the scene below him. You looked so beautiful right now despite the fact that you had just sucked him off.

You sprung off your knees and shared the taste with him.

“How you like that?” you titled your head as you rasped out.

“mehhh.” he answered with lidded eyes.

You giggled, “you’re so cute.”

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© beatificwrites

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[ghibliwatcher]

mermaid!reader living in the seas of fontaine - drabbles ꒱࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ

Obviously you are going to play and make friends with the Fontaine animals 🙄

They’re just too cute to ignore!

You would constantly collect seashells and other gadgets near the shore and show it off to the sea otters

Sunbathing with the Blubberbeasts are a MUST

Most of the seahorses follow you around to play bubbles with you

Playing hide and seek with the crabs

Since you are a curious fellow, you would always wondered what it be like to live on land

You almost got caught when fishermen decided to throw nets in the water

Luckily you escaped! :D

On occasions, you would sometimes either sleep on the warm, soft sand or the gigantic leaves

Cuddling with the otters when you nap

You almost freaked out when a diver had suddenly approached you when you were gathering seashells (it was Freminet)

Bro was shocked

Eventually, you two became besties, showing each other you favorite collections when you guys scavenge

There are many legends from Fontaine that there existed a lonely mermaid in the seas

Of course, only children believed that and not adults

When Aether and Paimon had first arrived to Fontaine, they saw a head poking out of the water before popping back

Aether was VERY confused

“Aether? Are you okay?” Paimon was little worried when she saw the Traveler looking out into the distance.

“I thought I saw…” Aether muttered before he soon noticed a woman adorned with cat ears looking out into the ocean.

Shortly after, Aether soon gained Hydro powers and decided to investigate the strange occurrence as soon as possible

You didn’t expect a human with no diving suit deciding to jump into the water (you almost screamed)

Aether was taken aghast when he saw a FREAKING MERMAID

You cautiously swam around him, your eyes scanning his body and the outworldly clothes he wore

Aether thought you were really pretty, especially your tail

Sensing he was no threat, you decided to give him a tour of the seas!

Aether had to keep up because you were swimming too fast (curse his human legs…)

Part 2? When you meet other characters? :)

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[taska-rokanh]

Attachment (Platonic Obi-wan Kenobi x Padawan!Reader)

A continuation of the "Good Night" AU.

Obi-wan looked across to his Padawan, sitting in the co-pilot's seat of his small ship. "So, how was your first trip to Mandalore?"

"It was fun," you smiled, fidgeting a bit with the hem of your sleeve. "The duchess's nephew was especially nice."

You watched in confusion as the color drained from Obi-wan's face. "Yes, well," he said, trying to maintain his composure. "It's best to remember not to get too attached, Padawan mine."

"I wasn't going to get attached, Master," you defended, half joking and half worried. "Force, I've only known the boy for an afternoon. We're barely even friends."

"That's... Comforting to hear, I suppose."

You kept going, trying to get a smile on his face. "And he is a bit annoying."

"That's a bit more concerning," Obi-wan said gravely.

"What?" You tilted your head.

"I know how these things start, my dear."

"What things, Master?" You asked, all business and innocent curiosity now.

A bit of pink came back to his cheeks, and he looked away from you. "Uh, nothing. Nothing you need to be worried about, at least."

"Obi-wan, you should at least go and say hello to your girlfriend," Anakin said as he came barrelling into the cockpit, only noticing after his sentence was finished that his Master's young Padawan was sitting there as well.

"Girlfriend?" You asked, the question much more surprised than the last. "Wait, is that how you know so much about 'these things'?" You asked, putting air quotes around the words.

Before your Master could open his mouth, you started again. "Wait, you thought--oh, no! I could break the Code for someone better than Korkie Kryze!" You cried indignantly.

Anakin had tears in his eyes as he laughed. You thought you could hear Master Kenobi mutter hopelessly, "She's not my girlfriend."

"You--oh, Force!" Anakin wheezed. "Did you really think this was a good time to have the Talk with her?" He nearly choked.

"And about Korkie Kryze!" You pointed out again, still offended.

"And about Korkie Kryze!" Anakin agreed gleefully.

"I am having a talk with both of you later," Obi-wan said sternly, having given up on arguing with the two of you. "Now get off my ship before I drive off and leave Ahsoka to pilot yours."

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[jlfletcher]

Um so I have a question.....

I'm considering releasing a fic or two with Miguel O'Hara x reader but I wrote it to be more fem coded because my muse is a woman. Would that be alright? Or should I change it? 👉👈

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[somedayonbroadway]

Could you maybe do one where the reader is a character in the story and something happens where race ends up with a gag in his mouth and some other stuff happens and somehow the reader is the only one who knows his real name and she uses it for some reason and it surprises Jack that she knows his real name. If you wouldn’t mind.

Not my best work. I suck at putting the reader in the story, but I tried.

It was all going downhill so fast. You watch as Race struggled to get out of the bondage he was in. It was all an accident. Race had been looking for you after you’d gotten lost. Jack sent him and now you’re both sitting here in this basement as hostages for some gambling ring that Race had gotten himself into.

Typical.

He looks like a mess. There’s bruising around his nose and eyes and a metal sort of gag shoved tightly between his teeth, locked at the back of his head to stop him from running that big mouth of his. But you’ve known Racetrack Higgins for a long time now. He’s not the cocky kid he pretends to be. He’s a scared immigrant who wants to look tough in front of his brothers. The tear falling down his cheek confirms your suspicion that he’s terrified.

Luckily, you’re really good with knots. Well, either that or your captors are just not great at tying them. Either way, you manage to wriggle yourself from the ropes. “Race… it’s okay, we gotta get you back to Jack.”

Race turns away from you, humiliated, shaking after the beating he’d just gotten. He sniffles and whimpers his protests, muttering for you to run while you can.

You shake your head, frustrated and tired. Jack is no doubt worried sick.

“I’m not leaving you here. We’re getting you home,” you insisted, fiddling with the ropes around Race’s wrists. Eventually you have to chew through the ropes as the knots around his wrists are too tight. Race lets you untie the knots around his ankles but makes no move to stand.

You are forced to yank him up and wrap his arms around your shoulders. He leans on you heavily, heaving a bit as he walks on a swollen ankle and tries not to make too much noise. The gamblers are having some kind of party upstairs, leaving you to walk over to a window and shove your fellow newsie out, quickly rushing him back to upper Manhattan, running straight into Jack three blocks away from the lodge.

“Jack!” you scream. “It’s Race! Please help us!”

Jack runs up to you both, taking Race into his arms and gently sitting him down on the curb. “Hey… hey, Racer,” Jack insisted. “It’s alright, just relax—“

Race begins to thrash in Jack’s arms, panicking and reaching for the gag in his mouth that wasn’t budging. He screamed through it, shoving at Jack and waking up enough to start heaving like he was going to throw up. Jack’s eyes widened. “Racer! Race, it’s alright, just relax, just calm down—“

“Edward!” you cry, knowing it’s the only thing that the boy will respond to.

Race freezes, finally breathing a bit deeper and reaches for your hand. Jack stares at you with wide eyes. But Race just begins to breathe a bit better at the mention of his name.

You were never supposed to know his name to begin with. No one did. Not even Jack. And Jack knew everything. He’s the closest thing to a parent that any of us have. But he didn’t know Race’s name. Not till now. “S-sorry,” you say when you see Jack hesitantly reaching for Race. “I… sometimes it calms him down when he hears his name…”

Jack shook his head. “Racer… I’m gonna get this off of you, kid, just relax, we can get you back to the lodge—“

Race whimpers and shakes his head. He buries his face in Jack’s shoulder and you sigh, walking to try and get the metal gag off of the boy. Edward. Your best friend for more than a year now. You only know his name because of one drunken night when he’d confided in you. “I don’t think he wants anyone to see him like this,” you tell Jack.

Jack fiddles with the lock again. “Who did this?” he asked.

You bit your lip, not wanting to give Race away, but Jack’s eyes bore into you and you have to say, “Gambling ring towards midtown,” you admit.

“Racer,” Jack muttered. “God, kid…”

You sit down and manage to find a weakness in the lock. You pull it open and Race forces the thing off of his head, shoving away from Jack and looking back at you. “Don’t call me Edward,” he growls, before walking away.

And all you can do is watch him go.

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