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gatitties · 5 months

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Hello again my little butterfly 🦋✨

I came to place another order if that's ok! so, the scenario is a One Piece AU, where YN has an arranged marriage with Shanks, who is one of the richest men in town, but even so, YN decides to run away on her wedding day and throw herself off a bridge, but she can't, they find her and the family manages to bring her back to the wedding, Shanks is a man very much in love with YN, the moment he sees the sadness in YN's eyes when she walks up the aisle and puts the ring on her finger Shanks, he decides to conquer her and make her the happiest wife in the world! ( PS: Shanks is in a desperate situation when he learns that his beloved literally decided to throw herself off a bridge rather than stay with him, even little sad :( )

─Shanks x wife!reader

─Summary: you didn't want to be part of that ceremony, but you're not brave enough to run away either

─Warnings: slight mention of suicide attempt, modern AU

Oh hi hi love!! 🫶🏻🦋 you really like angst 😳

You ignored the perplexed looks of people, without stopping or thinking about a second option, you gripped the thin white fabric of your wedding dress harder so as not to trip over it, your shoes had long since disappeared so you could run more comfortably. You didn't want this, you didn't want to marry an unknown guy, no one thought about your feelings? It's not something your parents have the right to play with and you weren't going to let them ruin your life for financial convenience.

The moment adrenaline started to increase when you saw how you were now being persecuted, probably due to the absence in the ceremony that was taking place in the nearby church, you felt bad for the man you had been engaged to, since it wasn't his fault either and you didn't even know him enough to determine that he was a horrible person, but this decision was too hasty and you definitely didn't agree to this.

With your heart in your throat you ran until you tripped over your own sore feet, your breathing accelerated even more when you heard shouts of your name, taking courage again you stood up with a new impetus, although when you noticed how the distance between your pursuers was shortening more and more, your brain began to draw an extreme line in your thoughts.

Would it hurt? Could you die? Well, you were going to see for yourself what it felt like to jump off a bridge just to avoid facing an unwanted fate.

You quickly climbed onto the thick railing, stabilizing yourself standing on it, the next few seconds felt like a blur, like a part of memory that was difficult to remember, the fear of possible death and the indecision that comes with taking a long time to jump into the void made one of the guys chasing you caught you before you did something crazy.

The next thing you know after that, you were back in one of the private rooms of the church, being yelled at by your mother while your father looked on disapprovingly, you didn't care, nothing mattered to you at that moment, you let them go back to put on your makeup, you let them put new shoes on you and they changed the dirty surface fabric of your dress as if you were a doll, lifeless.

The ceremony returned to its course, Shanks waited awkwardly all this time at the altar, and when he saw you appear next to him his heart shattered, you weren't even looking at him, your eyes were lost somewhere far away in this unwanted reality, you lacked any kind of expression. He knew it, he knew how you felt, and yet he felt a little selfish for wanting to be your husband, for wanting to love you unconditionally, this marriage may be arranged, but he admired every drop of courage you poured out to prevent this event, every anger and every fierce response you gave to the first meetings between both families.

"Now… husband and wife, you can kiss each other."

You were both so absorbed in your own thoughts that you barely heard the priest's last words. Shanks was the first to step forward, holding your waist slowly as if he were asking permission and asking if it was okay to do so. You didn't move an inch, your eyes were still lost even when he sealed your fate with a cold kiss devoid of love, at least, lacking on your part.

Shanks knew it wouldn't be easy, that you weren't going to trust, that he wasn't going to receive tons of affection, even looks, he knew you were in a delicate state, after all, you'd rather almost kill yourself than get married.

You didn't bother with his emotions, you didn't bother to ask about his tastes, his hobbies or how his day had been, you just spent the days dead, repeating your routine, your life remained the same in a way, a few more numbers in the account. but in exchange of what? Your freedom and decision. You were hurt, you had been damaged by your own parents, your emotional wounds would not heal overnight and you would refuse to show a modicum of affection until you recovered.

Shanks knew that he would have to sleep alone for months, that an empty house would await him, that all his praise and gifts would be quickly discarded, but it doesn't matter, maybe you didn't look for him or you didn't want him, but as your husband, he would do everything he could to at least help you cope with the situation, he really loves you, but it won't be easy to win your affection because you never wanted this.

Your heart began to heal over time, it took a long time, you decided to completely break the relationship with your family, although before they were the only ones you could turn to, Shanks showed you that he would be there, that despite not being the husband that you chose as such, made you trust him, made you feel loved again.

He wasn't a bad man, he wasn't the most wonderful person in the world either, but he proved to be enough for you to stop feeling that emptiness inside your heart, step by step he managed to break the walls that you built around your emotions, Shanks turned out to be something unexpected in your life, someone you didn't think would be so important and he was able to grant some peace, some happiness back into your life.

Maybe you are not yet ready to accept that he is your husband, but you slowly began to meet someone you could voluntarily fall in love with.

#one piece #op #one piece x reader #one piece modern au #modern au #shanks #shanks x reader #x reader #husband shanks #wife reader #fem reader #request #one piece x fem reader #shanks x wife reader #sfw #reader insert #xreader #angst?

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2knightt · 1 year

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IM SORRY, I KNOW U GOT A REQUEST ON THIS SO MUCH ALREADY BUT…

Your motherly!reader fics are so good 😭! can you pleasee do another? platonic with the gang!! no romance 🥰 thank youu ❤️❤️❤️ your work is amazing btw!

the gang x motherly!reader

!warnings!

1.i did headcanons i hope thats okay😭

2.fem!reader

3.swearing and a small mention of violence.

Johnny Cade ;

like i’ve said before in other fics, he loves you so much.

honestly, you might be one of his favourite people!

when he walks down the street and he just so happens to see a cute flower, he picks it and gives it to you!

when he first met you, he refused to see you when he was injured in anyway. he thought you’d think he was weak and never see him again.

but as time went on, and you showed that you genuinely cared for him, he showed more of his vulnerable side.

johnny likes it when you patch him up now!

he thinks it’s calming, relaxing, and a, ‘nice change of things rather than lettin’ mother nature cure it.’

when he unknowingly/accidentally vents to you about his home life, he does get embarrassed.

he didn’t want you knowing, but when you hugged him real tight and told him sweet nothings?? he teared up ngl.

johnny wishes you could’ve been his mom.

when or if you have kids, johnny wishes they don’t take the, ‘how was your day?’ and the, ‘how’s school going?’ for granted.

because to johnny cade, that would be his perfect fairytale.

having someone as sweet as you to turn his life around, makes him excited to see tomorrow.

Dallas Winston ;

another bitch with mommy issues who is glad to have you.

mrs.curtis was definitely the mother he never had but always wanted and when she died, he was devastated.

but when you came along and started being that mother he missed??? he was both annoyed and over the moon.

he didn’t like that every time you bailed him out of jail, he got an ear full. however, he did like to know verbally that someone cared about him

he doesn’t show you any sort of affection, but he will tell you how he feels when drunk.

“thank you, so much y/n. i-i don’t know where i’d be without you.”

for mothers day, he doesn’t do anything special.

BUT—you didn’t hear this from me, before the clock hits 12, expect to hear like a cute little knock at your door, and open it to see a single flower on the ground with a pack of cigarettes.

dally ran off before you or anyone else could see him.

even though he didn’t sign his name, you knew it was from him. so, next time you see him, say thank you.

Ponyboy Curtis ;

he’s like a toddler around you???

ponyboy definitely pretends to be like, your own bodyguard.

but really, who’s scared of ponyboy?

he tries though!

when he watches a movie and some character reminds him of you, expect that to be the first thing he tells you.

“ya know, when i went to the drive in, you really reminded of this one character.”

“oh? why’s that?”

“well because-“

and now you have to sit there and listen to him.

he’ll draw for you so much :(.

if you tell him your favourite flower, he WILL give you a drawing of it the next day. he’ll stay up all night if he has too!

Sodapop Curtis ;

he’s literally your #2 fan. first place goes to johnny.

he’s your biggest hypeman??? omg???

“gee, y/n! you’re lookin’ real fancy!! gonna get all the guys, eh?”

when ponyboy and darry argue and he just can’t take it anymore, he calls you and asks to come over.

and of course, you say yes everytime.

so please, PLEASE, just let him cry into your arms!!!!

when he’s done, he’ll try to go home but i’m begging you to tell him he’s welcomed to stay the night.

and if he does stay? ponyboy will be at your doorstep too.

he’ll share his famous chocolate cake with you!! he’ll make sure steve doesn’t touch it.

“STEVE THAT WAS FOR Y/N! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!”

“OH SHIT SHIT SHIT! WE MAKE MAKE ONE TOGETHER! THE MORE PEOPLE THE FASTER THE CAKE WILL BAKE RIGHT?!”

“DO I LOOK LIKE A SCIENTIST??”

Darry Curtis ;

he is so thankful for you i legit can’t stress that enough.

you keep the gang in check, you keep ponyboy happy, and you help him around the house. what more could he ask for?

you legit force darry to relax while you look after the gang to make sure nothing bad happens.

“we’ll be fine, darry. go to bed, your dark circles are gettin’ darker by the minute.”

“yeah super-man! we’ll be fine with y/n!”

“yeah!!”

“fine, but if she wakes me up to tell me about any of you, so god help me.”

if you welcome him home with a newspaper and his favourite cup of coffee after a long day at work, he might ask you to move in.

Steve Randle ;

steve pretends that he doesn’t like you that much.

but he really does. like, the second he hears some soc threaten or insult you? he’s after them.

shit, he might be chasin’ after them in two-bits car while two-bit yells at the person.

he will legit go to war for you if you asked him nicely.

he will rant to you about cars if you let him😭.

he’ll rant to you about anything, honestly.

“and then the old bastard asked for a refund! the ‘no refunds’ sign was right on the door! how could that old bat not see it?!”

“steve! don’t call people that, but yes, it was very rude of that man to do that too you.”

“RIGHT?!”

Two-bit Matthews ;

he forces you to relax and watch mickey mouse with him.

he says it’s for your own good but when really, he just wants to spend time with you without the gang interrupting.

“guys! you’re stressing her out with all your STUPID questions! c’mon, y/n, mickey mouse is calling our names. can’t you hear it?”

“or maybe its the booze you had at 10AM.”

“i will sock you in your fucking throat steve.”

he plays with your hair…he finds it fun!

please tell him how to do some styles so he can go home and impress his little sister :(.

he offers you beer every once and awhile just so he can say he got you to loosen up.

“so y/n…you want some?”

“oh! no thank you, two. you know i don’t drink.”

he calls you mom in a joking way, ya dig?

“momm! steve called me a dumbass!”

“steve, be nice! apologize.”

“what the fuck?!”

author notes ;

1. i like totally rushed near the end LMFAO.

2. i never thought you bitches would eat motherly!reader up like this??

3.are you guys okay??

4.THANK U SWEETHEART OMFG??

5.i think theres no romance??

may 15th, 2023. 6:39PM

#2knightt #the outsiders #the outsiders x reader #dallas x reader #dallas winston x reader #johnny x reader #johnny cade x reader #ponyboy x reader #ponyboy curtis x reader #sodapop x reader #sodapop curtis x reader #steve x reader #steve randle x reader #two bit x reader #two bit matthews x reader #platonic the outsiders #motherly!reader

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shy-taylorsversion · 2 months

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Want You Back | Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Inspired by Want You Back by Maisie Peters

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Summary: Over a year ago, Y/n started hunting with the boys. Her and Dean's friendship became more than anything she ever had before. Then he hurt her like never before. The worst part was she didn't really care.

Takes place somewhere in season 6 after Sam got his soul back. Flashbacks are during season five.

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: Cursing (minimal), canon-level violence, few innuendos, and mentions of things. Reader is kinda sad and desperate. Angst. no happy ending :(

A/N: Hi!! After a year of trying to write a complete fic to post, I finally did it. Please excuse any grammar or spelling errors, I relied on Grammarly lol Also I had no idea how to write the action scenes but tried my best. I really don't know if this is worth much but I had so much fun writing sooo I hope you enjoy it!! (gif not mine)

March 2010

Y/n’s phone buzzed, drawing her attention from the hunter drunkenly blabbering in her ear. They’d just wrapped up a quick hunt, a werewolf somewhere in northern Montana. She didn’t even really know the guy but Bobby had given him her number to ask for help. She agreed, not really having anything more to do. He was fine for a hunter, other than he never shut up and was getting too handsy for her liking, and him being on his fifth drink wasn’t helping.

She opened the message, not recognizing the number. Bobby had to stop handing it out to whoever.

“Hey, Sweetheart. Whatcha up to?”

The phone fell into her lap. There was only one person she ever let get away with calling her that, or anything really, and he didn’t come around often.

“Depends, who is this?”

The response was almost immediate.

“Don’t do me like that, Y/n”

She could almost see his stupid grin on the screen and had to look away to control the heat rising in her face. Within five seconds and two texts, Dean Winchester had turned her into a giggling schoolgirl with a crush.

“I’m at a bar, what do you want?”

“Ah, a girl after my own heart. Which one? I wanna see you.”

In any other universe, she would have assumed he had ulterior motives. She had the first few times she’d received that text but ended up spending the night hiding her disappointment. He only wanted to see her. He’d meet with her wherever she was. A bar, a motel, a diner.

They’d spend hours talking about everything. She’d tell him stories of her recent hunts and the hunters she was stuck helping. He’d tell her of whatever they’d been facing. On rare occasions, when it was super late and they were sprawled on her bed, in a half-drunken stupor, he’d tell her about Sam or their dad. He’d mention their childhood and what he was put through. One night, he even mentioned a girl named Cassie, he skirted around details but Y/n understood.

They’d fall asleep like that, on top of the covers of a dirty motel bed. The next morning, he’d take her to breakfast, hug her goodbye, and then he was gone.

Her phone buzzed in her hand again.

“I miss you.”

Her blood ran cold as she stared at the screen. He’d definitely never said that before. They just never went there and maybe this wasn’t him going there but it was different. Without another thought, she sent him the address.

Present, April 2011

“What Dean did wasn’t ok, you know that right?” Sam said through the phone. “He never should’ve left like that. We just really could use your and Bobby’s help on this case.”

Y/n sighed in response. What could she even say? That she knew, that she understood. That it still didn’t matter because even through all of the anger and hurt, she’d take him back tomorrow.

Not that he’d ever actually been hers. It was only half a spring, barely two months.

It didn’t matter either way. There was a job to be done and she had to do it. She could put her feelings aside for a few days.

“He always left like that, not like I’m surprised.”

“Look, I’ve gotta go but please, Y/n, call us if you need anything. We’ll be there soon.“

“Bye, Sam.”

The call ended, leaving Y/n leaning against the railing of Bobby’s porch. The early spring wind whipped around her and she hugged her flannel closer, looking out onto the empty road.

It had been over a year since she’d seen either of them. She knew of everything that happened to them. Sam going to hell and coming back without a soul. Dean, living a normal life for over a year with a woman and her kid.

Y/n didn’t know her, only hearing about the situation from Sam and Bobby in passing. She knew her name was Lisa and that Dean cared for her. Maybe more. She knew that Dean had promised Sam to live a normal life after he jumped into the cage. And she was happy that he got a year of peace. She was.

She could picture him helping in the kitchen, wearing an apron with flour smeared across his face. He’d probably set up family movie nights and weekend outings and birthday dinners. He’d been happy and okay. Against all odds, he had gotten out.

That didn’t stop the wave of hurt that washed over at the thought of him, all domestic and soft.

The click of the door opening pulled her out of her thoughts. Bobby stood there, a knowing look on his face.

“C’mon kid, let’s see if we can figure out something before those boys get here.”

A few hours later, Y/n stared at the book in her lap. She’d been rereading the same paragraph for thirty minutes. Every time she’d get drawn into the book, the house would creak or the wind would blow and she’d be snapped out of it.

She kept waiting for the door to open, for footsteps to trail down the foyer and into the living room. She couldn’t even begin to prepare for what the next few days were going to be like. Her only plan was to act as normal as possible, which was already proving to be difficult.

A pit formed in her stomach, there was a lump in her throat and her head was clouded. The whole room was hazy and it felt like she was watching herself exist.

She didn’t even realize she was crying until something wet hit her hands and slid onto her jeans. She quickly wiped her eyes and tried to focus on the book again. The lines blurred together as more tears filled her eyes.

God, she was sitting here crying over some guy. She was a grown woman, she had to get over this. It was pathetic at this point.

“You know, what Dean did was wrong. Leaving like that, not telling you what happening.” Bobby said, walking into the room, a stack of books in his hands. “I love the kid but he’s a real dick sometimes.”

He meant well but she swore if one more person said that Dean had done bad, she was going to go crazy.

She knew that. More than anyone, she knew. She was the one who spent months hunting with him, helping him and Sam figure out how to save the damn world. They’d spent nights wrapped up in each other, more than ever before. Farther than before.

She was the one who woke up to an empty bed with no trace of him anywhere. He never responded to a call or a text. Never even let her know he was alive.

He’d left like an assassin.

Part of her couldn’t even blame him. It probably had been for the best because if he’d told her what the plan had been, she’d have begged.

In the end, he’d got to be a coward and she salvaged some amount of self-respect.

“I know, Bobby.” She said, giving him a small smile, “I know.”

The door creaked causing Y/n to jump, earning her a concerned look from Bobby.

She smiled at him again, trying to reassure him. She could tell he’d been worried about her lately. He was justified in it. She’d been on edge and closed off for the last year and a half.

She took a deep breath and steadied herself. She’d known these boys for the better part of her life, it wasn’t a big deal.

Sam rounded the corner first, entering with a slight grin. His eyes immediately found hers and without warning he pulled her off the couch and into his arms.

Y/n let out a surprised laugh as her feet dangled off the ground and the life was squeezed out of her.

“I missed you too, Sam.” She said, unable to hold back more laughter, “Put me down now.”

Her feet hit the floor and Sam stepped back. She looked him over, still smiling.

“I’m so glad you’re back.”

“Yeah, me too.”

A set of footsteps grew louder causing Y/n to look up, only for her to meet two green eyes.

The breath was knocked out of her and she was all too aware of the pit in her stomach again.

Ignoring the pairs of eyes on her, She spun on her heel to face Bobby.

“Let’s get started?”

March 2010

“I call shotgun!” Y/n yelled as they walked out of the diner and took off towards the Impala.

She was probably being unfair. She’d barely shared the passenger side in the few weeks she’d been with the boys. Sam was getting huffy about it, she could tell but she enjoyed the view more from the front. Sitting in the back she’d miss the way Dean’s hands looked gripping the steering wheel, the way his lips moved as he mouthed the lyrics to whatever was on the radio, or the way his eyes would flicker to hers for just a split second.

Dean had also finally let her DJ and she didn’t plan on giving that rare privilege away anytime soon.

“C'mon, dude. It's my turn.” Sam whined, “My legs are starting to cramp.”

Sam beat her to the car which wasn’t surprising since he was literally the size of one. She was close to giving in when an arm landed on her shoulder. Dean nudged Sam out of the way, ignoring his protests, and opened the door.

“Sorry, Sammy.” Dean’s eyes never left hers as she slid into the seat, “Need my Darlin’ by my side.”

Present, April 2011

Cracked wooden planks creaked under Y/n’s feet as she followed the boys and Bobby into the abandoned house. It was pitch black. She blinked her eyes, trying to adapt to the lack of lighting.

According to Sam, a nest of vamps had been holed up there for weeks. They’d started leaving a trail of bodies, teens who’d come through as a dare or curiosity. She didn’t know the exact numbers racked up in that time but it was enough for Sam and Dean to ask for help.

Dean motioned for them to split up, two taking the downstairs and two going up. She went to follow behind Sam who had taken off into the next room but Bobby beat her to it. She would’ve fought back but it wasn’t exactly like she could cause a scene right then.

She followed Dean up the stairs, cringing every time the stairs groaned underneath their feet.

Dean slowed as he hit the final step before a long, dark hallway. Y/n was a step behind him. His body nearly covered her. She shifted to the side to peer around him.

Both raised their machetes, trying to keep their breathing quiet as they waited for any sign of movement.

A crash came from down the hall. Dean started towards the sound, Y/n following close behind. The complete darkness put them on edge. Being minus one sense in a house of at least ten fanged bastards, not fun.

The floorboard creaked behind her causing her to flip around, just in time to dodge the first vampire of the night.

She swung her machete, hitting its arm. Distracted, she brought down the weapon. Its head hit the floor.

Dean yelled out from behind her. She flung herself around to hear him fighting off, what she guessed was three on his own. Her presence seemed to catch the attention of one of them because it charged at her.

She dodged, the vamp lunged again grabbing her by the arm. She twisted out of its grasp. Using the angle to her advantage, she swiped her leg around, knocking it off balance. Its head rolled away as its body hit the ground.

She wiped the sweat from her forehead and turned to try to find Dean. She still couldn’t see him but she could hear him panting a few feet away.

She was yanked forward. Hands gripped her forearms tight enough to leave bruises and slammed into the wall. Her head buzzed on impact and she forced herself to stay upright. Its fangs grazed her neck and then its head dropped to the floor.

Dean stood in front of her, so close she could feel him breathing, rather than hearing it. Without thinking, she reached out to him and landed on his arm. She went to pull away but his other hand grasped her wrist, holding her in place.

“Thanks.” She breathed, “You good?”

“Yeah, You?”

She wished she could see him, make sure he was being truthful. He didn’t exactly have the best track record with honesty. But in the dark, she had no choice but to trust him.

“I’m fine.” There were definitely bruises forming in her arms and her head was still spinning but she’d had worse.

Dean’s hand dropped her wrist. She ignored the deflated feeling in her chest and dropped her arm back to her side.

Without warning, he ran his hands over her arms and up her shoulders. She tried to pull away but he didn’t stop.

“What are you doing?” She whisper-yelled.

“I literally heard you hit the wall, Y/n,” He said, running his hands over her head, checking for any bumps.

“I am fine.” She tried to swat him away but he grabbed her wrists mid-air and pulled them to his chest.

The air was humid around them. She heard him panting. Leather and sweat invaded her senses. Any focus she had before vanished.

He was here, touching her, after so long.

Silence enveloped them. The only noise was their panting.

This was wrong. Sam and Bobby were probably fighting for their life downstairs and here they were, doing whatever this was.

She was about to pull away when a loud yell came from downstairs.

The moment was broken. They took off down the hallway and stairs. Staying close to not get lost in the dark.

They hit the last few steps as a vampire, charged at them.

Dean swung his machete and it fell to the floor.

They moved further into the first floor of the home, finding Sam and Bobby fighting off at least four vamps each.

They split up, him going to Bobby and her going to Sam.

None of the vampires were aware of her yet. She grabbed the syringe of deadman’s blood out of her pocket and plunged the needle into the closet to her.

Now they knew she was there.

Two turned towards her giving Sam time to take down his remaining one.

Both charged at her, hissing. She ran in between them.She flipped around, slicing the blade in an arc. The one on her left doubled over at the impact.

She swung.

The right one lunged at her. She pivoted and cut the blade up.

Its head hit the floor.

She looked around the room, a slight beam of moonlight flooded the house now. She made out Sam helping Bobby up from the floor, right as Dean took down the last vampire.

The room was silent other than everyone trying to catch their breath.

Dean’s eyes found hers. She forced herself to look away. Sam interrupted the non-moment.

“Time for drinks?”

Y/n and the boys decided to go out. They were leaving soon but everyone needed time to wash off and get ready.

She dragged the black liner across her eyelid, double-checking to see if it smeared the shimmery brown eyeshadow she’d already put on. The cracks in the old mirror made it kind of hard to perfect the make-up but it would have to do. She already changed from her bloodied hunting clothes into a clean pair of jeans with a simple tank top. She didn’t own much and traveled with less.

“Broke mirrors are bad luck, ya know?”

Dean leaned against the doorframe, flannel pulled taut around his crossed arms.

She ignored the pit that had reappeared in her stomach and continued applying her lipstick. She flipped through ideas for a response. She could yell at him to get out or cry about how much he hurt her. Instead, she opted to act like nothing was wrong.

“I’m pretty sure you’re the one who broke it.” She said, shoveling her makeup back into the bag, still never meeting his eye. She stood and gathered the rest of her stuff into a neat pile on her bed. Her back was completely towards him.

She heard him walk into the room and the door clicked shut.

“Y/n, look at me.”

She turned around and looked up at him. Her eyebrows raised like he was boring her. In reality, she was struggling to breathe. Her hands shook and a lump was stuck in her throat.

Her eyes glanced over his face. His jaw was set but eyes were soft. She knew where this was going.

Dean took a deep breath before starting.

“Look, what I did-”

“Do not finish that sentence, Dean Winchester.” She spat.

“I just-”

“No. You don’t get to say anything. You don’t get to say that what you did was wrong or how sorry you are. You don’t think I don’t know that what you did was wrong? Everyone keeps telling me that. Bobby, Sam and now you. They kept telling me how horrible of you that was like it wasn’t me. Like I wasn’t the one who spent months with you, like I didn't help you figure out how to stop the fucking apocalypse. Like I didn’t stitch you up after every hunt or spend every car ride next to you. Like I wasn’t the one who would hold you after you woke up screaming or it wasn’t me who spent every single night in your fucking sheets.”

Every ounce of refrain she’d worked to keep was gone. Hot tears were streaming down her face as her eyes bored into his. He didn’t try to interrupt her but his jaw twitched and body tensed.

“Like it wasn’t me who woke up two months later to an empty bed. You were gone, Dean. You left without a word. No text, no note. Nothing. You fucking left me. And then I found out you were with some other girl for a year? So yeah, I know that what you did was bad.”

Somewhere in her speech, she’d moved close enough for their chest to touch. Her finger was stabbing into his chest. He didn’t move, was barely breathing but she wasn’t finished.

“Maybe it was cheap to you, or maybe it was some fling to pass the time but it was real to me. It was all I had. You were all I had.” Her voice broke at the last word and she dropped her hand. Her head fell as she cried. Over a year of built-up heartbreak exploding in one moment was too much.

His hand found hers and placed it back on his chest. She looked back up at him, his other hand reaching out to cup her cheek. She closed her eyes as his thumb wiped away the remaining tears.

“Do you want to know what the worst part is?” She whispered, eyes still shut. “I’d be yours again if you wanted. If you asked. How pathetic is that?”

“Y/n.”

She opened her eyes to look at him despite her embarrassment.

“You are anything but cheap or pathetic.” His voice was thick and his eyes were glassy. She’d seen him in so many different states but she’d never seen so much emotion written across his face.

“Ask me then. Ask me to come with you.”

His expression darkened and he dropped his hand from her face. He took a step back and looked away.

“It’s not that easy.” He said, shaking his head. “It's never that easy.”

She let out a bitter laugh.

She wasn’t even surprised. She should’ve been disappointed or furious but she was just over it. She was tired and desperate. And if she couldn’t have him, he needed to go.

She wiped a hand down her face and glanced back into the mirror assessing the damage her outburst caused. She started wiping off the messed-up liner before starting to reapply. Dean stood behind her, brows furrowed in confusion.

“Get out.” She said without hesitation, her voice as steady as possible.

He opened his mouth as if to speak but shut it. He walked towards the door but stopped with his hand on the doorknob.

“For what it's worth, I am sorry.”

The buzz of conversation filled the packed-out bar. Sam found them a small booth in the corner and was now talking about a new piece of lore he’d found about some Egyptian god. Most of the time, she loved hearing what he had to say but right now all she could focus on was Dean's hand trailing up and down the woman’s hip. He never even sat down with them, finding himself a spot at the bar, next to a pretty blonde. She’d watched for half an hour now as he grinned at the girl, whispered in her ear, and bought her a drink.

She wanted to puke or cry or both. She decided to get drunk instead.

She went to take a sip of her beer only to realize it was empty. Motioning to Sam she was going to get another, she slid out of the booth and made her way to the opposite side of the bar from Dean.

She planned to order a shot of some vodka and another beer but she couldn’t catch the attention of either bartender.

A body bumped up against hers causing her to stumble. A hand wrapped around her waist to catch her. She almost jerked away but she looked up to find a familiarly unfamiliar pair of dark green eyes and dark blonde hair.

The man was by far the prettiest she’d seen all night.

“I am so sorry, It's packed in here. Isn’t it? Nowhere to stand.” He had a slight southern drawl and a boyish charm about him.

“It is. Can’t seem to even order a drink.” She smiled at him.

“You see, now that had to be fate or something because I was just wantin’ to buy you one.” He grinned and waited, almost seeing if she’d allow it. His hand was still on her but she found she didn’t really mind.

The room was fuzzy and she could only make out the man in front of her. Even then, he was a little hazy and she had no idea what he was saying, only that his mouth looked pretty as he said it.

Y/n didn’t know how long it’d been since the handsome stranger volunteered to feed into her night of drunkenness or even how many she’d had so far. She vaguely remembered him buying her the first shot and then the second and maybe a third. They made small talk, she gave some bullshit story about what she did for work and where she was from. Somewhere in between she had a fourth, fifth, and sixth one.

And somewhere between the seventh and now, she’d lost track of Dean. She didn’t even know if he was still there. She did know that the new guy made her feel ok, at least for now. His hands never left her and the drinks never seemed to end.

She could barely remember the events of the day. Maybe by tomorrow, she wouldn’t remember any of it, or at least a girl could hope.

But right now, she didn’t feel like crying or throwing up as long as she didn’t think of it.

She decided in her drunken haze that maybe this was what she needed. So when the stranger asked her if she wanted to leave, she agreed. And when he leaned down to kiss her, she let him.

#dean winchester x reader #dean winchester fanfiction #dean x reader #dean x you #dean winchester songfic #dean winchester

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badchoicesworld · 9 months

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i hear you requested requests! ive got one!!

hobie x masc reader that's gwens older brother (ik its not canon, but the canon can fuck itself) (sorry miggy)

i dont really have anything in mind for reader's personality or whatever (so thats up to you!) but id like if reader liked to draw (thus ended up drawing hobie and got caught by him hahaha cliches i love them)

where hobie meets gwens older brother (you !)

hobie x masc!reader

this actually gave me hella ideas, im gonna link it to what happened in the movie (sorry it took a while, life fucked me)

didn’t specify if it was platonic or romantic (WHICH IS FINE ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥) so i’ve just done general shit for both lmao

warnings: none

pairing: hobie brown x masc!reader

requests: open, i cant let the demons catch me

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when you first meet hobie you’re so very thankful to him for taking care of your little sister

if gwen managed to hide her being ghost-spider from your guys’ dad, then she likely hid it from you, too

but obviously, your dads gonna have to tell you why gwen didn’t come home one day

you’re crushed, naturally. likely furious at your own dad for literally firing a warning shot at her

might have ran away yourself, maybe hobie comes to your rescue too

or maybe you two meet while hobie’s dropping off his homemade gizmo for gwen, and you’re so unbelievably thankful for him and his generosity when you meet him

of course you will be, he took your sister in while you couldn’t do anything to help

hobie’s probably side-eyeing yours and gwens dad but is happy to get along with you if you’re gwens bother

he cant stay for long at that moment in time, got a multiverse to save and all that

but the brief interaction opens doors to many opportunities in the future

hobie gets to hear about the brief reunion between you and gwen from her, after she went back to her own dimension before it was show time

he becomes very intrigued by you

next time you two meet is likely after they save the multiverse (WHICH THEY WILL WITH ZERO CASUALTIES UNLESS ITS MIGUEL.)

BUT GENERALLY SPEAKING NOW

miguel definitely doesn’t approve of hobie using his watch to travel dimensions just to see you or gwen, still does anyway if he doesn’t just build his own

probably came to see gwen, pick her up to bring him to his own dimension, whatever

sees you instead, target acquired

hobie’s heard plenty about you from gwen, likes to think you aren’t strangers so is super friendly, overly even

catches you in your room, drawing in a well loved sketchbook

definitely does that thing where he just fucking appears behind you, he’s that quiet when walking despite the accessories

he’s looking over your shoulder while you draw silently, you might be too distracted to notice or you’re immediately started by him

smug asf when you finally catch on, is especially entertained if he’s caught you drawing him, god forbid

wouldn’t be surprised though, he likes to make people stare so is honestly complimented if you’ve been trying to draw him since first seeing him

doesn’t just snatch ur sketchbook and start looking through it though, unlike someone

as an artist, he gets it

you’re probably super protective over ur sketchbook actually because of gwen, smh

will probably banter a little bit about that, tease something about gwen that you’d both be victim to, like her tendency to borrow things without permission

find common ground yknow

“ain’t it a pain when she [gwen activities]” but you’re not being mean ur bonding it’s fine, we don’t slander gwen (i do however have some strong words)

starts hanging out with you on the odd chances gwen isn’t home, just casually in your room at first

starts off talking about your guys’ interests, seeing if you have things in common

probably listening to music together

the closer you get, he starts to actually travel dimensions just to see you

casually waves to gwen before ducking into your room

is happy to just kick back there, but is also happy to go out and do things at that point

the more you hang out, the more your dad and gwen begin to tease you- which is nothing in comparison to the shit hobie faces

gwen easily told everyone else about you two hanging out, he never hears the end of it now regardless of dimension

hobie starts using the front door instead of just appearing in your room “son, your boyfriend’s here” ur devastated why would ur dad say that

THENN hobie starts to come to your dimension for you more than gwen, has probably already invited you back to his once or twice but now he’s a lot more frequent with invites, wants you to consider his place a second home (in case you ever wanna run from home, cough)

say something does blossom between you two, obviously you don’t label it cause hobie’s not about that

you get promoted from “gwens brother” to “hobie’s boyfriend” at some point even if you don’t use labels- that’s only if ur not like too close to the rest of the friend group, but i imagine you’ve gotta be

hobie probably talks more about being spider-man relatively early on considering the topic, but since you know his secret identity it doesn’t really matter to him

the closer you are, the more into his stories he is

is ready to reenact the whole thing for you now so it’s like you were there

draw each other, i dare u

make playlists for each other, perhaps ?

there’s a lot of gwen snitching to each of you

and then you two do with that information together what you will later

like if you’re just being gay for each other it’s wild how fast gwen goes to the other and is like “guess what he said” she is not slick about it

hobie can be found at ur place more often then not, your dads a little more iffy about you going to a different dimension

still, very grateful to be welcome in your home but hobie definitely prefers to kick back at his

hobie loves to bother gwen about your whereabouts, if you are a thing or not “where’s your brother at?” he’s pretending to be cool about it

does your dad approve ? who cares

but nah he’s way more open minded after the incident, thinks hobie is a peace of work and probably his own son too if you’ve got a similar personality, in that case you’re perfect for each other

if not he’s just happy you’re happy, that’s all he cares about

obviously gwen supports it, likes to claim she introduced you guys and you owe your relationship to her when she tries to win in an argument/conversation

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#across the spiderverse #headcanon #spider man: across the spider verse #hobie brown #hobie spiderverse #imagine #atsv hobie #oneshot #ask #male reader #hobie x you #hobie x y/n #hobie brown x reader #hobie x reader #hobie brown x male reader #hobie brown x masc!reader #atsv gwen

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factual-fantasy · 1 month

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Good day Factual! Hope you're starting to feel a bit better- colds that just refuse to go away are the worst! Glad you've been having some fun playing and drawing Pokemon in the meantime though- and thanks a million for giving us all that great art of Grimace! Him and Sylvester definitely have a wholesome, brotherly bond, and it would be sweet to see some more of them someday, though as always, draw whatever you wish! In the meantime, as a little side Ask- could you tell us how you met them perhaps? Both in game and in "story"? Did you catch them like usual Pokemon, or did they join willingly?

And as for my main Ask- I thought I'd inquire about two of my favorite lesser known Mario enemies, and their places in your AU- starting with the fire spitting, three horned menaces, the Reznors!

Despite them essentially just being chibified triceratops, I've always liked their designs, their pack mentality, and the goofy noises they make! Sadly, Nintendo hasn't used them for much other than a couple gimmicky mini bosses, but I figure if the Bowser of your AU had a few, he'd put them to much better use! Just spitballing here, but you've come up with some cool ideas of how the Koopas use various other creatures- what if they used tamed Reznors as battle mounts, like how humans have used elephants! Imagine the Koopas armoring them up, loading troops on to their backs, and then charging into battle, bullet bills a-blazing! ( Just my idea- what do you think? )

And then the other enemy I wanted to mention, is the rarely remembered, deadly dino from w 1-1 of Super Mario World- the Rex!

They were powerful, speedy critters with a nasty bite- and while Nintendo rarely makes use of them nowadays, many fans still hold them and their lore implications close to their hearts- due to their uncanny resemblance to Yoshis... Because of this, many have theorized they share a common Ancestor- though others fear that perhaps a form of evil magic was involved- which, I think would be a perfect fit for your AU! Since your Kamek has showcased powerful, corruptive magics in the past- what if he created the Rexs, either by mutating captured Yoshis, or enchanting stolen Yoshi eggs before they hatched!? Either way, id imagine they would be just as large and aggressive as your yoshis- and serve the Koopas well as guard dogs, or perhaps as alternative mounts- being weaker, but more nimble and agile than a Reznor. But what's your take? Would either of these guys make the cut? Or not be included at all- ( which would be fine too, I just wanted to ask, and pitch some ideas! )

(Grimace and Sylvester art in question)

Hey there! Unfortunately I'm going downhill a bit, I think my cold is really startin to take me down. Which is just wonderful 🥲 at least I have Pokemon Scarlet to keep my mind busy!

Speaking of Pokemon, Grimace and Sylvester actually do have a story to them..

Starting with Grimace, I actually kinda got him on accident due to a 3 day long brain fart. Let me explain- <XD

So picture this. It's early in the game and I spot a Duskull. I think "Oh cool! Dusknoir is my favorite pokemon! I gotta catch one so he'll eventually evolve into a Dusknoir! :D" So I catch one and name him Dusty.

I ran around with Dusty, training him, loving him, feeding him sandwiches, the works, for 3 days or so. 3. Real life. Days.

It's only when I'm a about to go to bed and I'm thinking about him that I realized..

Dusty is a Gastly. Not a Duskull. He will eventually turn into a Gengar. Not a Dusknoir.

I still can't figure out how I looked at a Gastly and had my brain go "catch one! It'll turn into a Dusknoir! :DD"

So anyways, I didn't really want a Gengar.. but by the time I had noticed my mistake, I had already gotten attached to the big guy. So I accepted defeat, renamed him Grimace and gave up on my dreams of having a Dusknoir. I'll get a Dusknoir in legends Arceus anyways it's fine- <XD

Now Sylvester...

I knew right when I started the game that I wanted a female Sylveon. That was a big goal of mine. And I knew of a place early on in the game where there was a chance for Eevee to spawn. So I ate a sandwich that increased my normal type spawn rate and hunted for a while.

It was quite the drag since Eevees we're still a rare spawn.. but I was able to find some and catch them all. Though there was one peoblem. Every single Eevee I encountered was male! I wanted a female eevee!

It was a few hours into Eevee hunting that I went and Googled the female to male ratio on Eevees. Females have like a 12% spawn rate... Whoops. Looks like I'm not gonna find a female eevee this early on in the game....

But I still wanted a Sylveon.. 🥺

So I did some thinking. I imagined my trainer as a character. I picture them catching a male Eevee and loving him just the way he is. Saying that he doesn't have to evolve for them. Classic Eevee/trailer relationship. And I imagined the Eevee being so happy with this trainer and loving his team so much, that he evolved into a Sylveon. And he's not ashamed at all! His form is the ultimate expression of his love for his friends and his trainer!

I also pictured tweaking Sylvester's body type to make him apear more masculine. Changing the shape of his bows and ears to look sharper. Making his eyes a bit smaller and making his paws pointier.

Point is, the story I built in my head and all the drawing ideas this gave me... Plus my inability to catch a female eevee.. resulted in me adopting one of the male Eevees and evolving him into a Sylveon XD

Anyways XD as for your Mario questions...

I'm actually unfamiliar with those enemies <:0 though having a little more diversity in the Koopa kingdom would be good.. perhaps I could look into the Reznors a bit more and incorporate them somehow.. like you said, making them battle mounts or something similar..

Now the Rex, what an odd critter.. definitely haven't seen that guy before- :00 he really does look a lot like a Yoshi.. I'd have to look into those guys a bit too before I decided what to do with them.. but I'm liking your ideas! Kamek corrupting Yoshi eggs or something similar to make more mindless drones.. that's something he would do! 😅 But I'd probably takes away the Rex wings.. Yoshis can't fly! ☝️

Aaaanywho, thank you as always for the ask and interest! :}} This distraction came at a very good time 🥹💔

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Chapter II: New Life Choices

Summary: Reader falls head over heels in love with her neighbor after a bad break-up. Will he also turn out to be her knight in shining armor as well?

Warnings: smut, language, sex, alcohol use. 18+ only!

The next morning after receiving the Facebook notification, you decided you were going to take a break from social media. You went through your phone and deleted every social media app that you had. You wanted a fresh start and wanted to get back into the dating scene, although you were extremely nervous about it.

You are not an outgoing person, so you were definitely going to have to challenge yourself. You wanted to try flirting with the hot neighbor. This was going to take a lot of planning because you are not the smoothest person in the world.

You thought that it would be easiest to try and talk to him when he comes back into the coffee shop. So, you grabbed your bag and purse and headed out the door. When you walked in Johanna was leaning against the counter scrolling on her phone.

“Hey you!” Johanna excitedly said as she put her phone down onto the counter and ran over to give you a hug.

“Hi! How are you today?” You replied as you hugged Johanna.

“I’m okay! You want your usual?”

“Yeah, sounds great! Hey, has that guy come back in at all?”

“Nope! Not yet at least.” Johanna said with a wink and huge grin on her face as she walked away to make your drink. “Why’s that girly?”

“Uh…no reason really. Just curious.” You sheepishly said then headed to your table that you love to sit at.

You took out your computer and began to work on things for your marketing job. A few minutes pass, and Johanna brings over your scone and iced drink. Johanna headed back to the kitchen to bake more pastries and you were trying to concentrate on work, but all you could think about was when he would show up. You let out a deep sigh and kept typing.

About two hours had passed, and still no sign of him. Every time someone would walk in, your heart would skip a beat. Then you were immediately let down when you saw that it wasn’t him. Finally after waiting about forty-five minutes, you decided to call it a day and finish things at home.

For the next few days, you did the same routine, but still nothing. Each night you watched when he would come home and pour himself a drink at his minibar. You’d watch him loosen his tie and undo his cufflinks. After turning all your lights off and drawing your curtains, you would peek through to see if he was looking into your windows like you were into his, but he wasn’t. Not at least when you would check.

Then one evening, you decided to enjoy a glass of wine on your tiny porch. You were listening to music and just enjoying the breeze of the evening air. Something caught your attention and you quickly looked over. There in the doorway was the man. He stood leaning against the doorframe and holding a glass of whiskey.

Shit! Do something! Say something you idiot! You took a drink of wine and smiled towards him. He smiled back and your heart fluttered.

“Nice weather we’re having right?” You yelled over to him, but immediately felt dumb for saying what you did.

You cleared your throat as you felt a pit in your stomach. You wanted to curl up under the chair. Seriously?! The weather? The fucking weather!? What the hell were you thinking? Talking about the weather is one of the lamest ways to start a conversation.

“Yeah! It’s pretty nice out tonight.” he replied with a grin.

Holy shit! He’s seriously talking to me!

“I’m Y/N, I moved in not too long ago.”

“Nice to meet you, I’m Billy.”

You could not believe that this was actually happening. Now you know the name of the man that you have been lusting over for about a week now. You were trying to think of something else to say, but nothing was coming out of your mouth.

“I should probably head inside, it’s getting late.” you finally said.

“Okay! Have a great night!” Billy said finding your nervousness comical.

You turned to go inside, but stopped and turned back around, “um, hey, so I was wondering if I could ask you something.”

Billy smiled and replied, “What’s up?”

“Would you…would you like to have coffee with me sometime? If not, it's totally cool! I just - I just wanted to ask and…” you were stumbling over your words, but he interrupted you.

“Sure! Tomorrow morning sound good to you?”

“Oh uh, yeah! Sounds great!”

“Alrighty, then I’ll see you in the morning at the cafe.”

“See you then!”

You went inside and let out a squeal. You were so excited and could not believe that this just happened. Tomorrow?! Panic started taking over and you began running the what if questions through your head. What if he doesn’t show? What if I say something stupid and he never wants to talk to me again? What if he comes and it’s so awkward that he just gets up and walks out? What if…

“STOP!” You yelled to yourself while grabbing your head.

You took a deep breath in and took your wine glass to the kitchen sink. As you rinsed the cup, you got lost in a daydream of how it would be if you and Billy were dating. You smiled and tilted your head as you let out a long sigh.

However, you quickly came back to reality when you dropped the glass into the sink causing it to shatter into pieces. You weren't paying attention to what you were doing, and it slipped right out of your hands. As you were picking the shards of glass out of the sink, a piece sliced your palm open. Blood instantly began to gush from the wound.

“Ow! Fuck!” You yelled as you grasped your hand with the other.

You turned the water back on and ran cold water over the cut. Finally the bleeding slowed enough for you to run into the bathroom to retrieve the first aid kit. You quickly wrapped your hand tightly with gauze. After securing your now mummified looking hand, you walked into your room and fell backwards onto your bed while letting out a loud sigh of frustration.

How were you going to explain this if he asks? Of course he is going to ask, why wouldn’t he? You kept running all sorts of things through your mind until eventually, you drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, your internal alarm clock woke you up around 7:00 a.m. Normally this annoyed you to no end, but this morning you were grateful because you had fallen asleep without setting any sort of alarm. You knew Billy didn’t mention a specific time, but you wanted to be sure to get to the cafe soon just in case he gets there early and thinks that you stood him up.

You took a quick shower, styled your long brown hair into big loose curls, and walked over to your closet. Oh God. What the hell do I wear? You grabbed a few things out and laid them onto the bed. Eventually you settled with black leggings, a white top with big sunflowers covering it, and a pair of black flats. You didn’t want to overdo it. After all, it was just coffee. Right?

You sat in the booth that you normally do and was bouncing your feet on the ground in anticipation for Billy to arrive. You had gotten to the coffee shop around 8:15 that morning. Just to be sure you didn’t miss him, you checked with Johanna to see if he had been in already. Johanna told you that he hadn’t come in yet and wished you luck this morning while squealing and giving you a tight hug.

About thirty minutes goes by, and you start to feel like you've been stood up. Your eyes begin to fill with tears from disappointment, but then, someone walks in. You look up quickly and see that it’s Billy. You hurry to dry your eyes and sit up straight to look at Billy with a big smile.

As he is walking over, he smiles back at you. Billy was a very confident man and always loved to impress the ladies. He could tell that you were nervous, but that made this all the more exciting for him.

Billy walked up, grabbed your right hand, and gave the top of your hand a gentle kiss, “I’m sorry I’m a bit late. I had something at work that needed to be dealt with before I came.”

Butterflies filled your stomach as you held onto his hand, “That’s okay. To be fair, we didn’t really set a time.”

Billy agreed and giggled as he looked down at your hands still joined. You realized you were still holding his hand and let out a gasp as you quickly let go. You immediately felt your face feel like it was on fire from embarrassment.

“I’m so sorry. I’m…” you stammer.

“Nervous?” Billy said with a grin on his face.

“Is it that obvious?”

“A bit, but it’s cute.”

Suddenly your face was on fire again and you couldn’t believe that he just called you cute. You giggle and the two of you begin to have an actual conversation. During the conversation, Johanna brought you both your drinks and tried her best to eavesdrop on what was being said. She was so happy for you.

“I hate to do this, but I have a meeting in half an hour.” Billy said while slowly running his thumb over the top of your hand as he held it.

You gaze into his dark eyes, “It’s okay, I understand. You do run the business after all.”

Billy smiles and bites his lower lip, “How about dinner tonight?”

You were in shock, but quickly answered, “Absolutely!”

He chuckled at how excited you were, “I’ll come by and get you around seven?”

“Sounds great.” you agreed.

The two of you exchanged numbers and before Billy left. He leaned down and gave you a soft kiss on the cheek.

“See you at seven sweetheart.” he whispered into your ear.

You couldn’t move. You watched him leave and could hear Johanna talking to you with pure excitement, but you couldn’t hear anything that she was saying. You were in awe and could not believe what just happened. This kind of thing does not happen to you, but it was, and you were beyond excited. Now, it’s time to go get ready.

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anime-rambles · 1 year

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Safe with Us: Part 1

Pairing: Alpha!KiriBaku x Omega!MidoriyaTwinReader

Type: Angst, hurt, forced scenting.

Word Count: 3500+

A/N: Thank you all so much for the support and love for my work, I have been super busy at the moment in my personal life and haven't really ad a moment to breathe but I do have this finished and wanted to share with everyone. Part 2 coming soon. I have a new taglist form follow the link below and it will bring you too it. Much love as always, Tiff <3

Summary: You were Midroiya's twin, Bakugou's mate but life isn't easy and one day you were kidnapped, stripped from everything you know. Many years have passed, Bakugou has moved on but only now have you been able to escape, to return to your family. A family that has moved on.

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There were many things in your life that you thought was unfair, for one, living with your father away from your twin, having a quirk without your twin and being an omega and not being allowed to be an omega. You know nothing of your omegain side, only that it was something to be ashamed of. That you were merely the lowest of the low and even alpha’s, your destined alpha would tire of you and seek other mates, and you had to be okay with it.

Your father brought you to this group of alpha’s, you never knew why but one thing was for sure they were villains. When the time came for your first heat, that was the last time you saw your father. He had sold you to them, and left you behind. For many a year the villains took care of you, but not for free, you cooked, cleaned and just about did anything that was expected of you. There was one alpha in the group, a new guy, who took a shine to you. He often would tell you he would find a way to get you home, to trust him, that you will know when the time is right.

There was an explosion in the compound, it had knocked you straight off your feet. The door to your room, which was more of a cage, unlocked and the door opened slowly. You could hear screams in the distance and you knew it was time to run. A red feather floated into the room and flew around you, pushing at your back towards the door. It is definitely the sign you’ve been waiting for. So you ran, ran as hard as your feet would take you. Your destination? Unknown. You had nothing, no money, no shelter, you were scared of what would happen now, you could embrace your omega. You could hardly remember your mother, or even if she would take you in, your twin on the other hand…

You ran to the nearest phone booth, putting some coins you had found in your pocket and dialing the only number you could remember, hoping he never changed it.

Beep….beep…beep…

“Hello?” A voice croaked out from the end of the phone.

“Izuku” You whispered, tears already filling your eyes.

“Yes, who is it? It's the middle of the night.” His voice sounded impatient.

“Zuzu, I ne-”

“Y/N, YOU’RE ALIVE, whereareyouareyouokaystaythereillcomeandgetyoudontgoanywhere..” Izuku interrupted you and tears flowed down your face, more happy tears than anything.

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“So, you’re telling me, Izuku has a twin, that we’ve never met, that you knew of, that your alpha chose and never thought to mention it to me?” Kirishima stood in front of Bakugou with his arms crossed trying to wrap his head around this new information. Bakugou dropped his bag that he was packing and turned to Kirishima.

“Look, I'm sorry Eiji, what do you want me to say? We both thought she died? she disappeared around the same time Izuku dad went missing and we know how that turned out, she was young and already showing as an omega, and yes my alpha chose her, she was my mate, but she disappeared, my alpha disappeared with her and then you came into my life and woke him up again, waking him up with that big stupid grin of yours, and my alpha claimed you as my mate too.” Bakugou made his way to Kirishima and placed his hands on his face. Kirishima smiled up at him, not really bothered about the omega, Kirishima knew that if Bakugou’s alpha had already chosen the omega as a mate that his own alpha would do the same. Kirishima had a lot of love to go around. Often the pair would add an extra member during ruts but no one ever felt right for the red head to let them stay around. Kirishima was actually quite excited to meet her but he wants Bakugou to talk about it, to open up more. Kirishima lent forward to kiss Bakugou.

“I know bro, so manly you are” Bakugou pulled a face and stepped away from Kirishima.

“What did I say shitty hair, stop calling me bro when you are touching or inside me” Bakugou picked up his bag again and Kirishima just laughed smacking Bakugou ass as he left his room and walked into the main area of the den.

Everyone in the pack lived there and had their own rooms, Kirishima also had his own room but barely spent time in there anymore since him and Bakugou began courting. Bakugou could see Midoriya pacing at the door, with Todoroki at his side trying to calm him down.

“God Katsuki hurry up, she’s lost and alone, andprobablythinksweveforgttenaboutheragaingodwearesuchbadexcudsesforalphas..” Midoriya rambled on, and Todoroki tried once again to calm his mate down, he was failing…badly.

“Let’s go nerd” Bakugou grabbed Midoriya’s collar and pulled him out the door with his pack behind him wishing them luck. Bakugou grabbed his car keys on the way out and threw his and Midoriya’s bag in the boot of his car.

Once both alpha’s were settled in the car, Bakugou began to drive to the airport, you weren’t in Japan anymore. Midoriya sat ringing his hands together not speaking, he was afraid and unsure what you would think. His alpha had missed you all these years, his baby omegain sister. Both of you had dreamed of becoming hero’s together but when he had not developed his quirk and you had, you promised him you’d still make his dream come true. Then you disappeared leaving him all alone, Bakugou and him grew very distant, and the alpha’s hate grew and grew and the next moment they were both in UA, constantly fighting each other for no reason. The pain of losing you, almost killed both of them. It was only after both nearly losing each other in villain attacks, was what brought them back together and formed their clan with the rest of the class. Midoriya wanted to talk to Bakugou, he wanted him to say something but he could barely read Bakugou’s emotion right now so he thought it was best to stay quiet.

Bakugou could sense Midoriya wanted to talk but what could he possibly say at this moment. Everyone thought you had died. Mr Midoriya’s body was found years ago and you were nowhere to be seen. The hero’s and police all deemed you dead, as you were an omega without any protection whatsoever. Bakugou blamed himself that he left you all alone, even though there was nothing he could have done, he did not know what Mr.Midoriya was planning on doing. Since that day, the emptiness had taken over Bakugou, his alpha disappeared along with you. It took many hard years of Kirishima constantly working and helping Bakugou that his Alpha came back, but there was always a part missing, that part belonged with you.

It was like any other day, you were in Bakugou’s house learning how to build a nest which you decided needed to be in his room and Bakugou allowed this, he thought it was adorable watching you learn how to be one with your second gender. It was a lot easier for Alpha’s to join with their second genders, where omega’s had a lot of learning to do. They only join fully with their omega when they go through their first heat. Then Mr. Midoriya arrived and he never saw you again. Bakugou rubbed on his neck, on your mark you left on him. The both of you had not joined sexually as you were both young but you both decided to mark each other early so that if something was to happen to either of you the other would have something to hold onto, one last hope. Bakugou hated the idea at the time but went along with it, and now he was so thankful for your brain for thinking about it, as it was all Bakugou had of you. The nest you had built had been taken by police as evidence and any belongings he had or Midoriya had all gone to some police station somewhere.

Bakugou’s auto pilot had brought the pair straight to the airport and by the time Bakugou’s brain caught up with his body they were boarding the plane. Bakugou turned Midoriya who looked like he was going to pass out. He grabbed his hand and they locked eyes.

“She alive, and were bringing her home, that is all the matters, the past is the past,”

Midoriya nodded at Bakugou and the plane departed on its journey to you.

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Your father took you far away, to some little town in a European country with the plans to marry you off for a quirk marriage to create strong children. You inherited your father fire quirk and you were quite skilled at creating objects with fires and if you concentrate hard enough you could even make bombs but it took too much energy and often left you dizzy and breathless so you promised Bakugou you would leave all the exploding to him.

Bakugou, you could hardly believe after all this time of hoping and wanting, you could go back to him. Sometimes you would be able to sneak away and see the news, you could see him and Izuku sometimes. You’d often get punished for watching tv but it was worth it, seeing them. You had this longing in your chest to be with Bakugou, a voice inside, telling you he was safe but you didn’t understand what that voice was. All you knew was that you were an omega, that's it, nothing more. Nobody would tell you anything else. You would've been used when you were younger, something about a heat? But you never had one, the alpha’s had said it was because you were already mated to an alpha as you had his mark, that you were only useful to a dominant alpha to break the mark or they could always kill the alpha that marked you but you never told them who it was. You always said it was a nobody, that someone attacked you and they believed you, well all but one alpha, his name was Dabi. He had tried multiple times to get close to you and even one time tried to burn off your mark but it was no use, you had a fire quirk and his flame did nothing to you. After not having your heat because of your joining with someone, they opted to wait for it to come naturally. This would take time. If you were focused to be with an alpha now, the up would not survive, that was also not an option with how powerful your quirk could be.

Dabi was chosen to be your minder and breaker, you either stayed in your cage or in his room. They hoped that with Dabi’s pheromones your omega would choose him. You spent many nights forced into Dabi’s neck breathing him in, his scent made you sick and just the thoughts of him made your skin crawl. Dabi had also brought you to Japan a few times in the hopes you would be able to point out this alpha, one way or another you eventually would be his. But the hero’s always appeared and attacked him which was getting on Dabi’s nerves so he stopped bringing you. It was too risky.

You're not really sure how you escaped. You knew the alpha with the red wings, Tango, he called himself but you felt deep down he was lying. You also knew he was behind it but you were never really sure why he helped you but you were grateful. You were finally going home to Izuku and to Bakugou. You knew after all this time the pair of them had probably stopped looking for you, there was no reason to believe you were alive so you couldn’t hold that against them. You also knew that so much time had passed, you were in your twenties now and Bakugou probably found himself another mate, you made a bargain with yourself that you would take all the comfort you could from him, until he mentioned his mate, then you would back off, it was only fare to whomever his mate was.

You could feel something inside you come alive, but you were unsure as to what it was. There was a deep hunger inside and you started to heat up. Maybe you had caught a cold while running away from the compound. Izuku has mentioned an airport and you had managed to find a way to it, one or two hero’s had helped you along the way. They were friends of ProHero Deku, which you found so hard to believe that your quickless brother was a hero. That his dream came true. You were sitting outside the arrivals section of the airport afraid to go in, you knew no matter where you were standing Izuku would find you.

The main doors opened and a group of people existed. You looked at them, in the back you could faintly see a mop of green hair and blonde hair. Your heart sped up and you panicked, your brian telling you to hide for some reason, that you didn't deserve to be safe and home. So you hid behind a tree, you could hear your name being called and it was getting closer and closer to you but you stayed behind the tree.

Bakugou could see your arms sticking out from behind the tree. He knew you were scared, he could smell it in the air. Midoriya was already crying, he nudged Midoriya in a way to tell him to pull himself together. Both alphas reached the tree and stood still, they could hear your whimpers.

“y/n, there's no need to be afraid,” Midoriya said in a quiet tone. Bakguou placed the bags on the floor.

“Zuzu, Kats, is it really you.” They could hear the tremble in your voice and could smell your fear in the air. Midoriya motioned to his neck, Bakugou understood immediately and started to pump calming pheromones into the air to try and calm you. Even though Midoriya was your brother, your mate would be able to calm you down more. You started to calm down slightly and peaked at them from around the tree.

“There she is, we're here now ‘mega, nothings going to happen to you ever again” Bakugou stared deeply into your eyes, he held out his hand to you and so did Midoriya. You took a cautious step towards them, looking around the area for the villains, for Dabi. They had often used the boys' images to trick you in the past to bring your heat forward but something deep inside was telling you it was them right here in front of you. You held out both of your hands and grasped both of them. You released the breath you were holding and looked at the two, both alpha’s had tears in their eyes but neither moved a muscle.

“You’re both really here” You sobbed and threw your arms around their necks pulling them into you. Both alphas used their arms and held you tight breathing you in.

“It’s been so long, an-an-d I tried so many times to sh-show you I was ali-vvv-e but they stopped me”You sobbed harder into them. Bakugou and Midoriya both pumped out pheromones to try and calm you down but it was no use, Midoriya could hardly breathe himself as he was crying just as hard.

“Y/n, I failed you, I’m so so sorry” Midoriya fell to his knees, and sobbed into his hands. You pulled away from Bakugou and joined Midoriya on the floor.

“Hush now, let's not live in the past, right now all I want to do is go home and I want you to tell me what it’s like being heroes. I’m so proud of you both right now.” You said and held onto Midoriya, once his crying had stopped he pulled you both to your feet. Midoriya let you go and grabbed his and Bakugou’s bag, giving the two of you a minute. You looked up at him and his eyes stared deeply into your eyes.

“Hello you” You whispered, and made your way to stand closer to Bakugou.

“Hey ‘mega” Bakugou wrapped his arms tightly around you, forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist. He tucked your face into his neck and you could feel his pheromones were much stronger here. Something inside you said you should kiss his glands, you could see his mark on his neck, the same one you had placed on him all those years ago, binding you both together. At the time it was just you being sappy, what you had not realized was that it was that sappiness that actually saved you all these years.

“Missed you, a part of me died when you weren't here, never letting you out of my sight again, I’ll die without you” Bakguou whispered into your neck. You hummed for a moment, letting the comfort take over.

“I'm here now, Kats.” you closed your eyes and just breathed in his scent, you hummed again and let it take over. Bakugou giggled into your neck.

“You purring ‘mega,”

“Wait what, that's not you making that sound” You pulled slightly in his arms to look at him. He smiled at you.

“Nope, that’s your omega sweetheart, she’s calling to my alpha, her mate.” Bakugou kissed your forehead, you let out an uneasy laugh. Bakugou could read you in an instant.

“Don’t worry, I help you learn about your omega again, don’t expect you know a lot bout it, stupid kidnappers, and beside it’s my job as Alpha to teach you.” Bakugou’s brows creased and you lent forward to kiss them. He stopped all movements which caused you to giggle.

“I trust you Kats, now let's go home yeah?” you asked as you wriggled out of his arms and made your way to Midoriya taking his hand in yours.

+++++++++++

Many many hours later you were back in Japan, sitting in Bakugou’s lap while Midoriya drove you home. On the flight home you learnt all about their pack, and den. You learnt basically everything you had missed over the years. Midoriya told you about Allmight and what happened, how he’s a hero now. Bakugou filled you in about everything else, the little things you might have missed in Midoriya’s mumblings. The boys pushed you to talk about your time but right now you couldn’t process anything about it without panicking so they stopped asking and decided to wait until you were ready.

Midoriya pulled into the driveway of the house, and some of the pack members were already outside waiting. You looked up at them and started to panic, your head screaming at you that this is where you lose Bakugou, that his new omega is up there. Bakugou could sense your panic and asked Midoriya to get the pack inside and he’ll bring you in, in a minute. Bakugou watched as Midoriya ushered everyone inside and he locked eyes with Kirishima who was smiling like a dork to him.

Bakugou pulled you to him and kissed your forehead. “Come one ‘mega, what's going on in your head of yours.” You took a moment to breathe and pulled back to look at Bakugou and spoke.

“I can’t do it Katsuki, I made a deal with myself that I can have you until we made it back to your pack, and I would give you back to your omega but I can't do it , I can't do it, I can't do it.” You sobbed into Bakugou. He released some pheromones and when your crying had slowed down he began to speak.

“Y/n, I never took another omega, you’re the only one for me” Bakugou wiped your tears away. “But, b–ut, Kirishima? You mention him very differently. I assumed he was your new omega.” Bakugou took a breath, “I really didn’t want to do this so soon, but only recently did I start seeing Kirishima, he brought my Alpha back but sweetheart, Kirishima is an alpha and the pack alpha and I love you both so much, in my heart something clicks with it being us three, but we’ll give you time to heal okay, Kirishima agreed to stay away to help.” Bakugou rubbed your neck as he spoke, you stayed quiet. You weren’t quite sure how to react, were you happy? Yes. Were you mad? No. Something inside you was very excited to meet this new alpha, and you could faintly smell something new on Bakugou but you just imagined it was someone from the clan but now everything made sense and you started to smile.

“Let’s go meet everyone then” You smiled brightly at Bakugou and kissed his lips. Bakugou’s smile joined yours and he released the breath he was holding.

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ametrinearrows · 6 months

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Divert

Being a part of DX had its fair share of highs and lows, and today was definitely one of those challenging moments. The tension in the locker room was palpable, and I found myself embroiled in a heated argument with my best friend, Triple H. The disagreement had escalated quickly, and our voices echoed off the walls as we stood face to face.

"Shawn, you're not seeing the bigger picture here," Hunter insisted, his frustration evident in his tone.

I shook my head, my own frustration mounting. "No, Hunter, you're the one who's missing the point!"

The intensity of our argument seemed to rattle the room, drawing the attention of our fellow DX members, YN and Chyna. YN, my closest friend and confidante, exchanged a knowing look with Chyna. With a quick, unspoken understanding, they both slipped away from the scene, choosing not to get caught up in the crossfire.

As the door closed behind them, I couldn't help but feel a pang of regret. It was never my intention to involve anyone else in our quarrel, especially not YN. She and I had a bond that went beyond wrestling – a friendship that had seen us through the highs and lows of life in and out of the ring.

"Shawn, we need to figure this out," Hunter pressed, his voice calmer now but still firm.

I ran a hand through my hair, taking a deep breath to steady myself. "You're right, Hunter. We can't let this tear us apart."

With a nod of agreement, we both took a step back, allowing the tension in the room to dissipate. It was in moments like these that I missed having YN around. Her presence had a way of diffusing even the most heated situations, and her perspective was always invaluable.

As the minutes passed, Hunter and I managed to work through our differences, finding common ground once again. As the tension lifted, we both shared a weary smile, the bond between us stronger than any disagreement.

Later that evening, as we all gathered for dinner, YN and Chyna joined us once again, their presence a welcome relief. YN caught my eye and gave me a reassuring smile, silently letting me know that everything was okay.

After dinner, as we lounged around, YN turned to me, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "So, you and Hunter finally worked things out?"

I chuckled, grateful for her ability to lighten the mood. "Yeah, we did."

Chyna grinned, chiming in. "Good. We were worried for a second there."

YN leaned back, a thoughtful look in her eyes. "Well, you guys are like family. It's only natural to have disagreements."

I nodded, my appreciation for YN's wisdom growing by the minute. "You're right, YNN. And it's friends like you who help us see things clearly."

She flashed me a warm smile, a silent acknowledgment of our enduring friendship. In that moment, I felt a deep sense of gratitude for YN and her unwavering support.

After the lively dinner and engaging conversations, YN and I finally found ourselves back in our hotel room. The atmosphere was far more relaxed than it had been earlier in the DX locker room, and I couldn't help but feel relieved that the tension had dissipated. YN flopped down onto the couch with a contented sigh, while I leaned against the wall, lost in thought.

"Quite a day, huh?" YN said, breaking the silence.

I chuckled softly, joining her on the couch. "You could say that."

She looked at me with an amused glint in her eyes. "You and Hunter always manage to make things interesting."

I smirked. "It wouldn't be DX without a little drama, right?"

YN laughed, her laughter contagious. "True. But at least you guys managed to patch things up."

"Yeah, we did," I replied, my tone reflecting the sense of accomplishment that came with resolving conflicts.

We sat in comfortable silence for a while, the hum of the hotel room air conditioner providing a soothing background noise. YN's presence was always a source of comfort, a reminder that there were people who understood me beyond the persona I projected in the wrestling world.

After a moment, YN turned to me with a mischievous smile. "You know, you owe me an explanation for what that argument was all about."

I chuckled, knowing that YN was as persistent as she was perceptive. "It's just one of those things, YNN. Sometimes Hunter and I have our differences, but at the end of the day, we're like brothers."

She nodded thoughtfully. "I get it. But you're not off the hook that easily, Shawn Michaels."

I raised an eyebrow playfully. "Oh, really? And what do you plan on doing about it?"

YN leaned closer, her gaze unwavering. "I'll keep bugging you until you spill the details. You know I have my ways."

I couldn't help but laugh, a genuine expression of joy that came from knowing YN so well. "Alright, alright. I'll tell you everything."

As I regaled her with the details of the argument and the subsequent resolution, YN listened attentively, her expressions shifting from amusement to empathy and back again. It was in moments like these that I was reminded of the depth of our friendship – the way we could share our innermost thoughts without judgment.

When I finished recounting the events, YN reached over and gave my hand a reassuring squeeze. "You and Hunter may clash sometimes, but the fact that you always find your way back to each other speaks volumes."

I smiled at her, feeling a surge of gratitude for her insights. "Thanks, YNN. I'm lucky to have you as a friend."

YN grinned. "And don't you forget it."

We spent the rest of the evening talking, sharing stories, and enjoying each other's company. As the night wore on, the conversations grew lighter, and any lingering traces of tension from earlier seemed to evaporate completely.

As I settled onto my bed, ready to call it a night, I looked at YN with a genuine warmth in my eyes. "You know, YNN, even in the midst of all the chaos, you always manage to bring a sense of calm to my world."

She smiled back, her eyes reflecting the same sentiment. "Likewise, Shawn. We've got each other's backs, no matter what."

With that comforting thought in mind, I drifted off to sleep, grateful for YN's friendship and the unwavering support she brought into my life – both in and out of the wild world of wrestling.

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cultofdixon · 2 years

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To The End

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • What a way to say I love you • SFW/ANGST

He could picture it.

Every day he could.

The life he’s always wanted and with the girl standing right beside him.

Protected behind the walls of Alexandria. Finally getting her to be his girl. Settling down. Maybe a kid? Definitely a dog if one wiggles its way to their safe haven. Just growing old with her would be a dream come true.

But guess that’s just a dream, and their end was being met soon.

“Remind me how we got stuck in this situation?!”

“Stupid selfish ex-saviors tryin’ to survive by themselves.” Daryl snaps instantly as the two pressed up against a door holding off a herd of walkers the best that they could. “Can’t believe he ran”

“Typical. I get Rick being nice n all, but if it were up to me? All the saviors would’ve been dead by now. Negan included” Y/N winces instinctively when another thud pushed them forward slightly.

“Fuckin’ Negan. Fuckin’ Rick. Goddamn it. Can’t have anything nice”

“Tried…really fucking tried. Then Deanna was sketchy, then Negan came with his plague of killin’, now this calm before the storm just drives me fucking nuts…especially when the storm is right behind us” Y/N frowns feeling her feet slip a bit as she adjusts, feeling her shoulder bump against Daryl’s only for the tears to start forming. “Fuck. I can’t”

“Helps comin’. They’ll realize we’re gone longer than expected” He tried his best to reassure when they both know shits not going to go their way.

Say it.

Say it now or feel regret in your final breath.

SAY IT

“Y/N I know it ain’t perfect timing” Daryl squints to pressing his back firmly against the door after the adjustment. “But I can’t keep it to myself no longer”

“I swear these life n death situations get you to open up more Daryl” Y/N jokes with a short laugh followed as the tears continued to roll off her cheeks. “But please…don’t let that stop you”

“I’m in love with yea”

The shocked expression on Y/N’s face made Daryl’s anxiety get a hundred times worse.

“Daryl…”

“I should’ve said shit sooner. Hell! Rick gave me shit for not saying anythin’ back in the prison days” Daryl frowns forming fists. “Ive loved yea since I’ve first met yea. You were perfect even if you did fight me for a fuckin’ squirrel” her laugh was like music to his ears. “Never let any of the guys bug yea, respected the space you asked for when yea needed it, gift yea little trinkets I’d find on runs…I wish I said it sooner”

Y/N couldn’t help but smile through the tears as her heart ached. She thought if they survived this, she would be the first to say something. But given the hell they’re about to face the second one slips, she’s glad he finally said something.

“I don’t just let anybody take my catches” She smiles wiping her face against her shoulder of some of the tears that fell. “I’ve loved you since that very moment. You make me feel safe. Secured in a hell like this. Even in this very moment I’m glad I’m with you and not some stranger that would’ve left me for dead…”

The two stared at the other watching them cry over realizing they’ve waited so long for their ending. Y/N reaches one hand over for Daryl to instantly take it into his.

“I love you Daryl Dixon”

“I love you so much more Y/F/N Y/L/N”

And who woulda thought…at least they got some sort of ending. Daryl stopped leaning against the door and started running like hell with Y/N right beside him. Taking the risk of the herd flooding the facility. Leaving what they found behind.

He needs more time

She wants her future with him

No more running from that fear

They take what’s theirs

Even if the end draws near

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a-vvenger · 2 years

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staring problem

request by: @clestieloakenshield

Hi ! Can you do an eddie x reader ?

So the reader is super shy and can't stop looking at eddie because she thinks he's the most beautiful human she sees in her life and eddie found out that the reader look at him. Can you make it hot 🔥🥵 ( sorry if I make some mistakes I'm French 😂)

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

warnings: slight choking, reader has a thing for eddie’s hands, slight degrading if you squint

a/n: i tried to stick to request mostly but i added some things so sorry if you did not want that!! also i didn’t know if you wanted straight smut or just some spicy stuff so if you wanted smut smut let me know and i’ll make a part 2!

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you were absolutely whipped for eddie munson. in your eyes, he was the most beautiful human being ever. you had never even talked to him.

you were extremely shy and always just stuck by your close friends. you would never dare to approach eddie. it would draw way too much attention because he was labeled as the freak. so if anyone saw you talk to him, they would most definitely bully you.

so you stuck to staring at him, constantly. like the amount of times your friends have caught you zoning out, none of them realizing that you’re staring at someone, is insane.

and yes you may have a tiny large crush on eddie and he may be so extremely attractive, and you just continue to stare, especially at his ring clad hands that just beg to be around your throat… but nothing will ever happen. you two are in completely different crowds and will probably never interact.

or so you thought.

now, eddie was more outgoing than you were. he didn’t give a shit what anyone thought or said about him. there also weren’t many people that he liked or that liked him. so when dustin had pointed out that you stared at him every day, he was very intrigued.

honestly, he was shocked he hadn’t noticed you. you were stunning to him. but he noticed that you were very quiet and tried to make yourself seem smaller all the time.

it was a couple of weeks after dustin had caught you staring and told eddie. since then, you had stopped staring as much because one day he had caught you. you were very embarrassed and tried to just pretend it didn’t happen.

eddie noticed you had been avoiding his eyes. he knew you were shy and only really talked to your best friends at school. he also noticed you did not have a car and rode your bike to school everyday. ever since dustin had pointed out your stare, eddie hasn’t stopped thinking about you. he wanted to know more. he wanted to know if you were staring at him because he was a freak, like everyone else, or if there was some other reason.

so he did something stupid. he asked dustin for help. which had dustin in full matchmaker mode. eddie hadn’t even said he liked you or anything. you were the first girl eddie had talked to him about and dustin ran with the idea that eddie had a crush on you.

dustin went into planning mode instantly. asking question after question about you to eddie. which of course he couldn’t answer, he had never even spoken to you. he told dustin everything he knew. that you were shy, you loved to read (he had never seen you without a book in your hand), quiet, beautiful, hot, loved staring at him, and you rode a bike to school.

dustin was pacing, trying to come up with something. then it hit him.

“wait for a rainy day!” he bursts out.

“what?” eddie asks, confused.

“if its raining, you can offer her a ride so she doesn’t have to bike home in the rain,” dustin explains.

“okay but how does that help me after that?’ eddie questions not convinced at all by dustin’s plan.

“talk to her on the way there, ask her about books. hopefully she lives a good distance away. and then if you guys hit it off, ask her if she would want to hang out sometime!” dustin explains, excitedly.

“woah woah woah dude,” eddie may have not cared what people thought of him but he’s not really great at asking people to hang out with him, honestly he has a fear of rejection, “i don’t know, what if she says no?”

“dude,” dustin deadpans, “she stares at you constantly, she is going to say yes, easily.”

eddie is still a little concerned and nervous but he agrees to the plan. hopefully it won’t rain for a bit so i have time to prepare, he thinks to himself.

he was not lucky. he got to school and their was a light drizzle. a sure sign that it would be pouring by the end of the school day. he was nervous all day.

you were oblivious to eddie’s glances over to you all day. you were too busy worrying about having to bike home after school. what if it was storming? you really were not in the mood to get struck by lightning. the rain had put you in an awful mood.

you’re at lunch and you’re very annoyed. not only was it raining, but your teacher had called you out in front of the entire class last period. a shy kid’s worst nightmare.

you were very on edge so you look over at eddie. you see him laughing with those kids he plays D&D with and it instantly calms you down. before you can look a way he makes eye contact with you, your eyes widen slightly, and he smiles. eddie munson just smiled at you. that’s the most interaction you’ve ever had but it cheered you up quite a bit. you actually manage to have a good day for the rest of school.

that was until you got outside. it was pouring. you’re standing under the overhang trying to stay as dry as possible while you get ready to run to your bike.

“hey y/n,” you hear a voice behind you.

holy shit. eddie munson is speaking to you? after he had smiled at you earlier? what the fuck? you realize you’ve been silent for a few seconds.

“o-oh eddie hi!” you say, extremely nervous.

“you’re not planning on biking home are you?” he asks concerned.

“u-um yea, i mean i have no other way home,” you explain.

“i can take you,” he blurts out.

your eyes widen, “are you sure? i-i wouldn’t want to cause any trouble for you.”

“i’m sure y/n, come on,” he says and grabs your hand dragging you to his car.

before you can process the fact that you were just holding hands with eddie munson you’re in the passenger seat of his van.

eddie starts the car and turns on some music.

“i love this song!” you shout over the loud music.

he looks at you shocked, “no way, this is my favorite!”

you smile as he starts driving. he turns down the music slightly.

“so y/n what’s your favorite book?” he asks going with dustin’s advice.

“w-what?” you reply caught off guard.

“we’ll i’ve just noticed that you always have a book with you,” he explains.

“oh,” eddie munson had been watching you apparently and it made you even more nervous, “it’s y/f/b (your favorite book).”

“never read it, i’ll have to check it out,” he says and you snort thinking eddie would never like that book.

“it’s probably not your style eddie,” you say.

“well it’s yours so i’m sure i’ll like it,” he says.

this catches you off guard. what did he mean by that?

you guys go back to listening to music until you arrive at your house. your parents aren’t home so you decide to invite him in. you were feeling less and less shy the more you hung out with him.

you grab two glasses from the cabinet and fill them with water and hand one to eddie.

“eddie?” you ask.

“hmm?” he responds.

“why did you offer me a ride today? i mean i could’ve ridden my bike i’ve done it before and you’ve never offered a ride those times,” you ask nervously.

“we’ll you shouldn’t ride your bike during a storm!” he scolds, ”but honestly, he i’ve been intrigued by you ever since dustin told me you are always staring at me,” he says as he steps towards you.

your eyes widen and you gulp, “u-uh i- i’m sorry. i don’t mean to,” you rant.

“y/n,” he raises a hand to your hair, “i really don’t mind,” he smirks, “i honestly quite like the attention, especially from a pretty girl like you.” eddie had realized that you quite enjoyed his company on the way here so he knew you didn’t think he was a freak. so there was only one explanation for your constant staring, y/n y/l/n a crush on him.

your breath catches in your throat. no way this was happening. no freaking way.

“e- eddie, what do yo-,” he cuts you off with his lips.

WHAT THE HELL!! eddie munson is kissing you. oh my god. what. what. what is happening. this is all you’ve ever wanted. oh my god. he’s kissing you and you’re not kissing back. he pulls away.

“i- im sorry. i don’t know what came over me. i’m sorry. i will leave right n-,” it’s your turn to cut him off. kissing him with all of your might. him kissing back. the butterflies are exploding in your stomach.

he walks you backwards toward your couch. he sits while you straddle him. his hands are wrapped around your waist while your hand is tangled in his hair. you pull slightly and he moans.

he starts to trail kisses down your neck. sucking dark bruises onto your skin at some points. you would need lots of makeup to cover those.

“e- eddie, please,” you moan.

“please what, y/n? hmm? who knew the quiet girl could be this loud,” he says as you continue to moan, “i bet you’re probably into some real kinky shit too arent ya? the quiet ones always are.”

he presses his lips to yours once again. this time he brings his hands up to your neck and squeezes lightly.

the feeling of his rings pressing into the skin of your neck has you moaning loudly and grinding down against him as the two of you continue to make out.

“i fucking knew it,” he mumbles.

“please eddie,” you groan out.

“use your words y/n baby,” he says, “what do you want?”

“i- i want you to fuck me.”

#eddie stranger things #stranger things x reader #eddie munson is hot #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson #stranger things x y/n #stranger things #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn x y/n #joseph quinn #eddie x reader #eddie x y/n #eddie munson smut

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giggly-squiggily · 1 year

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Amazing, Showstopping, Glamorous Blue Lock Headcanons That Are Definitely True Ego Told Me So #1

Inspired by a friend and I yelling about Blue Lock lately. Some of these are yours, friend. Thank you for contributing to my madness :D

Don't now if I'm gonna make a part 2 but eh? We'll see where my next fever dream takes me.

Isagi un-ironically Naruto-ran throughout middle school. He thought it made him look cool and increased his speed. One day he was full blown running across the soccer field and took a heavy nose dive- breaking it. He stopped doing it after that.

Raichi's playlist is entirely made up of early 2000's/2010's pop hits. I'm talking Britney Spears, Destiny's Child, Ariana Grande, and his queen herself- Lady Gaga. Knows all the songs and dances and performs them at 2 am in the Blue Lock cafeteria when he thinks no one's up. Has been walked in on multiple times.

Chigiri has a very specific set of bookish characters that if their name is even referenced he will throw hands. You wanna see this soft spoken shy princess swear up a storm? Drop a name. "Hey Chigiri, who's Gale Hawthorne-" "Don't you ever speak that bastard's name in my presence again."

Kunigami loves All Might from My Hero Academia. He's not at the collector level Deku is in the show but he'll quote the Number 1 Hero ("Former-" "We don't talk about the other guy, Isagi. There's only All Might"). Only Isagi knows what he's saying; everyone else has heard "Plus Ultra" but doesn't really get it.

Bachira is a fantastic artist. He gets it from his momma and it shows! He likes to draw the monster a lot, but he has drawn everyone in the room at least once. Whenever he draws his friends, they'll have little decorations associated with them. (Kuni's got a cape, Chigiri's got a tiny crown, Isagi has his own monster.)

Nagi can do the worm. He does mainly when he's already on the floor and is too lazy to stand, so he just kinda wiggles over to wherever he needs to go. No one knows where he learned it but it's absolutely hilarious to watch.

Sae speaks fluid Spanish from his time in Spain. This comes very apparent after Shidou pissed him off so badly he chewed him out in it. The mentioned man finds it really sexy, even if Sae's calling him a "Colossal hemorrhoid I have the displeasure of having stuck up my ass."

Despite his love for Horror games/movies, Rin is beyond easy to jump scare. His argument is that in those settings he's prepared to get spooked. Bachira can be as silent as the wind when he wants to be, so accidental (and a lot of times intentional) spooks are common between them. ".......Hi Rin!" "FU-!"

Chigiri is a great singer but horrifically shy about it. He sings in the shower when he's sure no one is around. Most of the tunes he sings are ones his sister introduced him to- things like "Uptown Girl" and "Tiny Dancer"; but he knows a handful of newer ones. One time Bachira walked in on him. The dribbler told everyone he knew about it but Chigiri flat out refuses to sing in front of anyone so it's more a rumor.

Reo on the flip side is a horrible singer and refuses to believe anything otherwise. In his head, he is a god of vocals. In reality, he sounds like Toad from Super Mario getting tased in the balls. Nagi has learned the art of tuning him out, so he's no help in disproving Reo's false beliefs.

Gagamaru has been the resident bug catcher since the Blue Lock Spider Incident of 2018. He's the only one brave enough to gather them up in his hands and put them outside.

#Blue Lock #headcanons #brainrot hours #no spoilers unless you count Sae and Shidou being mentioned but nothing story/plotwise is dropped #isagi yoichi #bachira meguru #kunigami rensuke #chigiri hyoma #raichi jingo #nagi seishiro #reo mikage #rin itoshi #sae itoshi #shidou ryusei #gagamaru gin #I made myself laugh with these #thank you again to my friend (you know who you are)#You were the inspiration for these can't deny #ASGBLHCs

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ateezreactionsandscenarios · 1 year

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My “Fake” Boyfriend

Pairing: Best friend! Park Seonghwa x Reader

Genre: Fluff, School AU

CW: None

Prompts: 22) “Shut up and kiss me.”

29) “What did you do this time?”

62) “Keep saving me like that and I might just fall for you.”

Word Count: 4800

Summary: You’re having some trouble getting rid of a guy who has a huge crush on you. Nothing you do or say seems to help your situation so you turn to your best friend for help.

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You and Seonghwa seemed like a very unlikely pairing. You were popular and always up to something, the pure definition of a social butterfly, but Seonghwa on the other hand not so much. He was the more quiet type, preferring to keep to himself and those who he held really close to him, which really only consisted of you and his two other friends Hongjoong and San. As children you and Seonghwa were inseparable, you spent every moment you could together and even had regular sleepovers, taking it in turns with who’s house you stay at, then high school came around and a few things changed. Your friendship circle grew and everyone seemed to know you, but Seonghwa stayed the same, this didn't affect your friendship in the slightest, everything still ran as it was just with the exception of there were a lot more people around you.

Over time Seonghwa grew to get used to your popularity, not like he had any choice really, you were always dragging him to someone's party or inviting him out with your large friend group. It was all a bit much for him at first, not knowing anyone and clinging to you like a lost puppy while you spoke to others, but you soon brought him out of his shell, helping him mingle with some of your closest friends and soon he was one of the group. But that wasn't all that changed over time, while you helped Seonghwa come out of his shell he helped you go back into yours a bit. Parties every weekend have now turned into once a month and you took your studies more seriously, noticing how your grades went from C's to B's and the occasional A. Having been an outsider of your group at one point it helped Seonghwa see who was really your friend and who was only there for the free alcohol, the social status and the possibility to get into your bed. He knew it wasn't his place to tell you who you should and shouldn't be friends with but that didn't stop him dropping subtle hints about how someone was acting towards you, and as soon as you stopped going to parties so often and calmed down a little you could see for yourself who was using you and who wasn't and before you knew it your huge friend group got reduced down to 8 and you had to admit, it was a lot better, easier, more fun...genuine.

And that takes you to present day, sitting around Wooyoung's kitchen table with the rest of your friends for one of your regular "study sessions", or at least that's how they usually started. You all agreed to do a rotation of who's place you'll study at but ultimately plans change, what starts off as a study group soon turns to the 9 of you hanging out and watching movies together. This was one of those days.

Various textbooks and notebooks were scattered across the table, long forgotten about, as you were all sucked into different conversations. The chatter was interrupted by Mingi’s stomach making a loud growling noise, gripping the attention of all of you and you all turn to look at him.

“Well I guess that’s a signal for us to order some food.” Wooyoung clapped his hands as he stood and rushed over to a draw full of menus leaving the rest of you laughing over Mingi’s embarrassed face.

“Yunho’s turn to choose.” Wooyoung announced throwing down a pen and paper and selection of takeout menus for the elder to shuffle through, shrugging at all of them.

“Honestly I’m good with anything you guys pick.” Yunho said holding the menus out to everyone.

“No, we have a system Yunho! You pick.” You all fall into laughter again over Wooyoung who seemed to be getting very dramatic over something as simple as ordering food. Yunho held his hands up in surrender and picked up a random menu.

“This will do.” He held up a pizza menu and scribbled down his order before passing both over to Jongho who was sat next to him to start the chain of orders. San stretched in his chair and let out a satisfied groan before standing up.

“Movie?” He chirps with a smile. It was like everyone was waiting for that suggestion to be made, everyone got to their feet and rushed to the living room to snatch up their seat to avoid having to sit on the floor. You race Mingi to the couch, pushing him out of the way before diving over the back of the couch securing your seat. Hongjoong had grabbed Seonghwa’s hand and led him through the chaos with expert precision, jumping over the ones on the floor and quickly dodging the ones running, and thanks to him Seonghwa secured a place next to you and Hongjoong the other side of him. The last spot was up for grabs now and to your surprise Jongho got it with ease sitting himself down on the other end of the couch, not even out of breath. Yeosang and Wooyoung were pulling at each other to the point they were both on the floor crawling for a spot, but their fighting meant they missed their chances.

“Ah really! This is your fault.” Wooyoung pouts kicking Yeosang lightly with his foot.

“Me!? You’re the one who pushed me to the floor you prick.”

“And you grabbed my leg and tripped me, so your fault.” Wooyoung sulks as he plops himself on the floor in front of you crossing his arms over his chest to emphasise his pouting.

“Aww Woo you can take my seat if you want a seat that bad.” You offer tapping his shoulder sympathetically.

“No it’s okay...I’ll suffer.” He dramatically huffs shooting a glare at Yeosang next to him.

“Well don’t say I didn’t offer.” You laugh.

With everyone seated and happy (except Wooyoung) San finds a movie and presses play. You didn’t even get 20 minutes into the movie before the doorbell rang signaling food had arrived, and now everyone’s attention was more on getting their stomachs filled more than the movie.

“I’ll get it.” Yeosang says getting up from his spot on the floor as San pauses the movie so he doesn’t miss anything.

“I’ll come help, it’s a lot of food.” Seonghwa calls over climbing off the couch and carefully stepping over the others on the floor to make his way to the door with Yeosang. With a mischievous glance behind him, Wooyoung took ample opportunity to steal Seonghwa’s seat despite protests and kicks from you and Hongjoong he stayed rooted to the spot.

“Hey Yeo, can I ask you something?” Seonghwa whispers to him once they get to the kitchen.

“Sure what’s up, and why are you whispering?”

“You know y/n just as well as I do right? And you hung out a lot before she had me join the group, so I was just wondering if she...you know...mentioned anything about me?” Seonghwa could feel his cheeks heat up a little as he spoke and he busied himself with food to try his best to hide it.

“Yeah man, she’s mentioned you loads of times, hardly shut up really. She said you two have been best friends since you were kids, you lived next door to each other and did everything together.” Yeosang started casually.

“She even told us how she begged and begged you to join us from time to time but you always said no, saying there were too many people.” The two of them chuckle together remembering how timid Seonghwa was around large groups and how now it all seemed to have changed. Ironic really.

“Why do you ask?” Yeosang questioned turning to face Seonghwa who was now blushing profusely.

“I’m gonna tell you this because I trust you and because you’re the one who will give me a straight answer.” Before carrying on Seonghwa takes a deep breath.

“I think I like y/n...Like a lot, she’s my best friend but I just can’t help but want more with her you know, so that’s why I asked, I guess I was hoping she’d have said something that might give the impression she felt the same.” Yeosang gives out a sigh once Seonghwa had finished, he didn’t want to do this to him but he knew this was why he came to him, he wouldn’t give him false hope.

“She spoke about you a lot and was always happy when she spoke about you, but if I’m going to be brutally honest with you...I didn’t get any hint she felt the same...I’m sorry.” Seonghwa could see how sorry Yeosang was, it was all in his eyes and how he looked at him with such a pitiful look.

“Look it’s okay, I didn’t expect her too, I guess I just wanted to know so I would know if I needed to push my feelings aside or not, it’s okay really.” Despite his heart being crushed he still gave Yeosang a smile showing that he was okay and helped him carry the food into the living room.

“You son of a bitch!” Seonghwa yelled out to Wooyoung noticing how he’d stolen his spot.

“Hey, you snooze you lose, you left the seat unattended so I took it.” Wooyoung says back with a shit eating grin.

“We tried to move him, we even kicked him but he’s being so stubborn.” Hongjoong sighs slapping Wooyoung across the back of the head to which the younger winced at but still showed no signs of moving.

“Well for that go get your own food.” Seonghwa says as he hands Hongjoong his plate and then yours making sure to clearly skip Wooyoung, enjoying the way his mouth hangs open in shock.

“Not falling for it, if I get up to get food you’re just gonna sit here again.” Wooyoung glares.

“I’m okay with you starving.” Seonghwa laughs. With a huff and a groan Wooyoung gets up and runs to the kitchen to get his own plate and as soon as he disappears behind the wall Seonghwa retakes his rightful spot next to you. Taking a quick glance before taking his seat Yeosang gives Seonghwa a small smile, he can see how happy Seonghwa is with you but he felt awful for being the one to tell him the bad news.

It’s been a week since Seonghwa had confessed his feelings about you to Yeosang and nothing has changed, the group functions as normal and Seonghwa is fine, yes he has to now crush down the feeling he harbors for you but to him it’s worth it if it means he gets to keep you as his best friend.

Walking into his next class, first to arrive 5 minutes early as always, he sees you hiding behind the door. The sight of you crouched on the floor makes him jump a little but if anything he’s more confused than anything.

“Y/n?” You quickly shush him and shuffle yourself further into your hiding spot.

“Sorry, but why are you hiding behind the door?” Seonghwa whispers walking over and quietly shutting the door so you could talk properly.

“I’m in trouble.” You say quickly, peeking your head up to the bottom of the window of the door checking the hallway.

“What did you do this time?”

“Rude, I haven’t done anything.” You answer back slightly offended that your best friend since childhood thought you were the cause of all this.

“There’s this guy Seungmin, I hardly know him and he decided a couple of weeks ago to confess to me out of nowhere.” Seonghwa’s heart fell to the floor, he knew by the way you were hiding that you rejected him, but he couldn’t help the anxiety he felt over it, not only did someone else like you but you rejected him and it just made Seonghwa worry if you’d do the same to him if he ever dared to confess one day.

“I rejected him as nicely as I could but that didn’t seem to be enough for him, he’s been following me around like a lost puppy ever since. He keeps trying to ask me out, he leaves flowers and poems in my locker and any time he’s around me he’s all up in my personal bubble and gets really touchy, and I keep telling him I’m not interested but it never works. So that’s why I’m hiding.” You let out a sigh once you finished sliding your way back down the door to sit on the floor.

“It sounds to me like you need a way to get this guy off your back, you can’t be hiding in classrooms the rest of your school life.” Your head fell into your hands knowing Seonghwa was right but you had no idea how to shake Seungmin, if you did you’d have done it by now.

“Like damn, this guy is really desperate to be with you. Why don’t you tell him you have a boyfriend or something maybe that’ll help.” Seonghwa crouches down next to you resting a comforting hand on your shoulder as you groan to yourself.

“Seonghwa, you and me both know I’m painfully single, he’ll see right through it.” The thought brewed in your head for a few moments and then it was like a lightbulb went off in your head. You shot to your feet quietly squealing with excitement over your plan.

“You! You could pretend to be my boyfriend!” Seonghwa followed your actions, shooting to his feet and looking at you bewhildered.

“What!”

“Come on, it’s fool proof, you’re my best friend, the person I trust the most in my life and I’m always with you it’s so believable and you’ll only have to act like my boyfriend when he’s around.” You were over the moon with your plan but Seonghwa on the other hand was having an internal war with himself over it. The pros being he gets to pretend to be with you, gets to for brief moments treat you the way he so desperately wants to, but the cons were what made his heart sink...it would be fake.

“I don’t know y/n.”

“Come on, like you said I can’t spend the rest of my school life hiding in classrooms so if you could help me with this I’ll be more than grateful.” He wanted to slap the stupid out of him but he nodded to you before his brain could even catch up with everything.

“Really!? Thank you! I owe you big time I really do.” You throw your arms around him giving him a quick hug.

“It’s okay, but you should get going class is in 2 minutes and your next class is the other side of campus.” He chuckles trying to shove you to the door.

Lunch rolls around and you’re sat with your group as usual. The whole canteen could probably hear you all with San and Mingi screeching, Wooyoung laughing and Yunho trying to shout over them to talk to the rest of you. It was safe to say your table tended to gain a lot of attention but today it gained the attention of a certain someone. Being wedged between Seonghwa and Jongho and too engrossed in what Yunho had to say you didn’t notice Seungmin approaching your table.

“Y/n?” Seonghwa whispers to you giving you a small nudge to gain your attention.

“Don’t look but that guy you were talking about is on his way over here.” You feel your body tense up and your eyes widen as you look at Seonghwa who has his eyes fixed on Seungmin who was getting closer and closer.

“We need think fast, what do you want to do?” Seonghwa was purely playing his roll based on you and what you felt comfortable with, if it was up to him he’d shower you with love and affection but he’s not going to over step any lines.

You wrack your brain for a couple of seconds quickly thinking of something...anything. You shuffle closer to Seonghwa, your thigh pressed against his and interlocked your arm in his leaning into him as you rest your chin on his shoulder looking up at him with big eyes while he gives you a soft smile in return.

Watching the scene unfold in front of him Yeosang shoots Seonghwa a questioning look, remembering their conversation last week. Seonghwa glances at the younger and waves him off signaling he’ll explain it to him later but Yeosang can’t help but keep his confused gaze on the both of you. You’re determined to keep your eyes fixed on Seonghwa hoping he’ll let you know if the coast clears. Seonghwa has half of his attention on the group, chiming in where he can so everything looks normal, the other half of his attention is purely on Seungmin who stopped in his tracks when he saw how you were with Seonghwa. It took a few moments for Seungmin’s movements to start again but this time he walked in the opposite direction to your table, leaving you in peace.

“I think he’s leaving.” Seonghwa whispers looking over to Seungmin’s figure shrinking the further away he got. You turn your head a little to look for yourself but you hear a small hiss from Seonghwa.

“Don’t move just yet, he may come back, play it safe for now.” It was true that he didn’t want Seungmin coming back to bother you but most of the truth lied in the fact he didn’t want you to move away from him, the close proximity had his heart pounding out of his chest but the warmth spreading throughout his body felt so nice he didn’t want it to end.

“I guess your plan seems to be working.” Seonghwa chuckles to you making you giggle in return.

“I guess it is.”

Weeks have gone by and your plan has been a hit and miss. When you’re with Seonghwa Seungmin leaves you alone, he hovers around keeping you in his line of sight but never approaches you, however, when Seonghwa isn’t around that’s when you’re in trouble. Just like right now.

It was coming to the end of your free period. You’d spent your time in the library “doing work” when really you were too busy scrolling through various social media apps and seeing as you had 15 minutes left before your next class you felt it would be good to pack up now and get a head start. And that’s when Seungmin found you. Headphones in, you were in your own world as you stuffed books into your locker and sifted around for the ones you needed, you didn’t notice Seungmin leaning against the locker next to yours. Shutting the door to your locker you jump out of your skin when you see him waiting for you, a wide grin on his face now he’s alone with you.

“Hi.” He simply greets, shuffling just the tiniest bit closer to you.

“Hi Seungmin.” You start through gritted teeth as you quickly try to think of an excuse to get away from him.

“Haven’t seen you in a while, you’re always with...them.” You knew by “them” he really meant Seonghwa.

“But since you’re here now I want to ask you something.”

“I’m sorry, I can’t stick around...Chemistry starts soon.” You smile your best false smile as you wave your textbook taking a step back from him which he closes in an instant, getting closer then before.

“It’ll only take a second.” You got to give it to him, he’s persistent.

“Look I really...”

“I was just wondering if you wanted to go see a movie with me tomorrow night. There’s a new Romcom showing, I know how much you love them.” Oh he couldn’t be more wrong, everyone who knew you knew you’d rather stick pins in your eyes than sit through a stupid Romcom.

“Oh, thank you but I can’t, I have a...a...study group tomorrow.” You’re really thinking on your toes now, throwing out anything that came to mind, but it looked like he wasn’t taking no for an answer. Every step you took away from him he’s take two more towards you.

The bell rang signaling for everyone to get ready and head to class but there you were still trying to get away from Seungmin who was dropping different days for you to go out with him and different “date” ideas.

At this moment Seonghwa turned the corner of the corridor where you were, a smile gracing his face when he saw you but it quickly fell when his eyes met Seungmin who was now mere inches away from you. He needed to act fast. Approaching the two of you he managed to catch the tail end of the conversation.

“Oh no sorry not that day either I have...”

“Then how’s Wednesday?”

“Oh that’s the 25th right, can’t it’s...”

“Hey you.” Seonghwa beams down at you throwing his arm around your shoulder pulling you in close to him. He could feel the tension leave you slightly but it seemed you were still on edge.

“What are we talking about here? What’s going on Wednesday?” Seungmin’s face dropped as soon as Seonghwa turned up, finally taking a few steps back to create some distance.

“Oh Seungmin was just...”

“Look don’t worry about it, you have a busy schedule I get that. We’ll work something out.” Now it was his turn to give you a false smile and giving a quick glance to Seonghwa and taking note of how his arm was still tightly wrapped around you before taking his leave. A sigh of relief leaves you and you wrap your arms around Seonghwa’s waist in need of comfort.

“Thank you.” You sigh looking up at him as he looks down at you a little wide eyed.

“No need to thank me, you looked like you needed saving so that’s what I did, I’m pretty sure any fake boyfriend would do that.” He laughs a little at his own joke despite the slight pang of pain his heart felt when he had to include the word fake into his sentence.

“Keep saving me like that and I might just fall for you.” You joke lightheartedly with a small giggle as you step away from him. He’s glad you created the distance when you did because if you stayed where it was a guarantee that you’d be able to hear, maybe even feel, how his heart was beating out of his chest right now.

“Are you okay though?” He asks dodging your statement.

“I’m okay, I just wish he’d just accept I’m not interested and I never will be.” Seonghwa gives you a small pitiful smile in response.

“I better head off to class, but I’ll see you at lunch.” You say quickly waving at Seonghwa before you start to jog down the hall to your class, leaving Seonghwa with your words stewing in his head.

Chemistry went by pretty quickly and now you were free for the next hour for lunch and a good thing too because for half of the class you could hear your stomach give out light grumbles. Walking through the doorway of the class you were surprised to be met with Seonghwa who was waiting for you.

“Were you waiting for me?” You lightly tease giving him a gentle poke in the ribs with your elbow.

“Am I not allowed to wait for my best friend to finish class so we can go to lunch?”

“Okay, okay, just let me throw this in my locker first.” You say as you hold up the textbook to him as he nods in reply.

The walk to your locker was short and Seonghwa waited patiently for you to finish what you were doing.

“So the next study session is at my place.” Seonghwa starts, leaning on the locker next to yours.

“I was just wondering if...ah shit.” Seonghwa groans dropping his head back on the lockers. Seungmin was starting to get to Seonghwa now too as he watched him strut his way through the crowd and clearly heading towards you. It’s times like this he wishes he wasn’t such a nice guy and just wished he could tell him to fuck off.

“What?”

“HE’s coming over again.” Seonghwa groans again, his patience wearing thin.

“Nah, he won’t come over, you’re here.”

“Oh really because he seems pretty determined to talk to you again.” You shut your locker door and turn to look in Seungmin’s direction, he was indeed heading your way, waving at you when he noticed you looking in his direction. Your eyes widen and panic sets in, you don’t want a repeat of earlier and it seemed this time Seonghwa’s presence wasn’t going to get you out of it.

“Seonghwa what do I do?” You flap, turning to face him eyes blown wide with panic and Seonghwa’s expression not looking much better. You wrack your brain again in search of a way to get Seungmin away from you, but the only idea you had was pretty drastic but it was the only idea you had.

“Kiss me.” You blurt out. Seonghwa’s eyes widened so much if they got any wider they’d surely fall out of his head.

“What?”

“Kiss me.” You say with more urgency.

“Y/n, I don’t know about that.” He was avoiding it for your sake, if it was up to him he’d have kissed you in a heartbeat but he knew deep down this was all just to get rid of someone so he couldn’t help but hesitate.

“Seonghwa... Shut up and kiss me.” You could hear Seungmin’s footsteps getting closer and Seonghwa wasn’t moving so you took matters into your own hands. Gripping him by the collar of his shirt you pulled him down to you crashing your lips into his. It was like a firework factory had been set alight in Seonghwa’s stomach, his mind going dizzy as your lips moulded to his and he couldn’t help but wrap his arms around your waist pulling you closer to him, his body had a mind of it’s own.

Lost in the sensation of Seonghwa’s lips on yours you didn’t notice how Seungmin’s footsteps stopped abruptly. He watched the whole thing unfold, he was denying that you and Seonghwa were “a thing” but now seeing how he held you in his arms and you kissed like air wasn’t a necessity it got the message into his head...you were taken. With a sigh Seungmin hung his head low and walked straight past the two of you unbeknownst to the both of you.

Seonghwa is the first to pull away from the kiss and is quiet for a moment as he let’s himself come to terms with what just happened.

“Well looks like it worked.” He breathed out seeing no sign of Seungmin.

“Oh...Yeah.” You didn’t care about Seungmin right now, actually you’d completely forgotten about him until Seonghwa brought him up.

“Umm...Well...Are you okay?” Seonghwa asks rubbing the back of his neck avoiding eye contact with you.

“Actually...I’m great.” You smile more so to yourself.

“Really?”

“Yeah, this might sound a bit crazy to you but I don’t feel awkward about the kiss at all...it’s like...” Seonghwa brings his eyes to your face now, studying every little movement.

“Like what?”

“Like it felt right, like it should have happened a long time ago.” You could feel a small blush creep up to your cheeks at your confession. You meant every word you said, kissing Seonghwa felt exactly like what you’d been missing in life for so long, like it was the last piece to a puzzle.

“What do you mean?” Seonghwa was refusing to look too deeply into what you were saying out of fear of getting his heartbroken if he misunderstood you.

“I mean...I liked it...I like you...I guess it just took me to kiss you to realise it.” You dropped your head to look at your feet, to you your whole friendship was hung on a thin string. Seonghwa brought your head back up to look at him again, a finger under your chin as he looked over your face again looking for any sign of doubt, to which he found none. That was his message. Cupping your cheek in his hand he pulled you in for another kiss. This one was deeper and it poured out every ounce of love he held for you, how much he wanted you to be his and only his. This time you were the one to pull away with an awestruck look on your face.

“Seonghwa?”

“I like you too y/n, I just didn’t say anything because I didn’t want to ruin what we have, but fuck, I like you so damn much it hurts.” You couldn’t find the right words to say to him, nothing you could think of felt right in that moment.

“Y/n, please, be mine.” He held your face in both hands keeping eye contact with you. Then you nodded, not trusting your mouth to answer for you, so you nodded with a wide smile. In that moment you both found the missing pieces to your puzzles and yet they were in front of you the whole time.

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theold-ultraviolence · 1 year

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Hey bestie I have some thoughts for your consideration:

So Eddie with hand tattoos. One hand has a planchette (still obsessed with that art I saw a few times) and the other hand having more spider themed tattoos. Possibly a web with a black widow in it… and the web goes down his fingers or he has separate finger tattoos…

BESTIE when I read this last night, a whole new scenario emerged and I went to bed thinking about them and now it’s a whole thing lmao. I hope you don’t mind I took this and ran with it. I need a name for this AU immediately. THANK YOU FOR SENDING THIS IN, ahhhh, I hope you'll like it!

Eddie Munson x Tattoo Artist!reader (female reader)

I started thinking about Eddie having a crush on a tattoo artist.

After graduating and saving up his earnings from dealing as well as working at Thatcher Thire, he’s been taking frequent trips to Indianapolis to this really nice tattoo parlor – a definite upgrade from getting tattooed single needle style at the trailer park - where he’s already well known and loved by all of the artists there.

One day, in comes this new apprentice who Eddie’s never seen before.

She has that kind of beauty that’s intimidating at first, silent but stunning, fully attentive to the directions of the artist that’s her teacher (and who happens to be Eddie’s artist).

She’s by his side whenever Eddie’s getting tattooed so she can learn.

And while Eddie’s normally all zen-like already when he gets inked, when she’s around, he can’t help but feel a little nervous because her gaze is so intense and mesmerizing.

Eyes as big as the moon and glued to his skin, following her master’s needle grazing along the smooth expanse of Eddie’s thighs, or arms, or chest.

When she’s not by her master’s side, she’s often in her own corner sketching, practicing with needles on different surfaces, or even tending to the front of the shop.

Eddie gets the courage to talk to her when he comes in and she’s at the front and she always greets him so sweetly, he’s smitten more and more every time.

Eventually he gets a little braver and goes to her corner when he’s waiting for his artist to set up.

All her drawings look like her, if that makes sense. It’s such a signature style.

Fine, intricate lines make up designs that are as dark yet elegant, as she is; there are spiderwebs, planchettes, potion bottles and all sorts of flowers, jewelry, etc.

He freaking loves the planchette one and makes a whole show out of it, with twinkling eyes and the biggest grin, going “that one is so metal, babe! You think I could get that one!?”

She’s stunned, she hasn��t tattooed anyone just yet. “A-are you sure, Eddie? You’d be my first.”

“Hey! If it’s cool by you and if your master gives you the OK. I’m down!”

He should be nervous but surprisingly, truthfully, he’s not. He trusts her. So when everyone agrees to let her tattoo him, they set up a sation for her, and she gets to work – with her master’s supervision of course.

Eddie’s heart is thumping so loud inside his heart he’s sure she could hear it, and he hopes she won’t mistake it for nervousness or uncertainty of her skills.

He’s just swooning, melting, screaming inside because the way she grabs his hand to clean up the skin, and how she holds on to it as she works, is so tender it makes his heart burst – not to mention how delicately she cleans up the design once she’s through.

He's fucking in love, right then and there. He just knows.

And she’s a fucking natural, the design came out amazing, he never doubted that it would.

And because he’s feeling bold, riding up the high from having been inked by her, he asks her out then.

She’s taken aback for a little bit, maybe she thinks that Eddie wanting to get tattooed by her was all a big plot to get her to agree to go on a date with him, but she knows in her heart that that’s not the kind of guy that Eddie is.

And from there, an enduring relationship blossoms!

She doesn’t tattoo him all the time, but he has little designs here and there that she's done, and she’s also helped Eddie design a lot of his D&D characters for campaigns, and does the designs for Corroded Coffin’s merch.

Fast forward, they’ve been together for almost 10 years and when they take the next step and get married, rings are cool and all but Eddie feels like such a metal relationship like theirs deserves something just as badass and long-lasting. Something that won't get rusty, that can slip or easily get lost.

No, he wants a tattoo to represent his love. So he asks for her to tattoo a black widow at the very center of a spiderweb on the top of his hand, with a thread that goes down and wraps around his ring finger.

Now both of his hands have something done by her, that symbolize her, too.

And he’s extra fond of the way those designs look on his hands whenever he grabs her naked waist and hips and thighs – when he cups her breasts when they’re making love, or how the design stretches when he’s got a hand around her neck if they’re going at it a little rougher.

But he’s a sap for the sight of their joint hands, at all times.

When he’s driving, if he’s cooking, or if they’re cuddled up watching a movie, he just loves to see their hands entwined.

She probably also has a design on her hand to symbolize him – maybe a bat, or a guitar pick or a puppet master like the one Eddie already has along his forearm.

He has a polaroid of their hands clasped together, with the date when they got married.

In the future, if they eventually have kids, he asks his wife to add a little baby spider to each of the threads in the web on his hand.

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quandaryqueen · 1 year

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i am once again asking for more pre-riddler gotham edward shbdkadjbyw

mayhaps (pre-riddler) gotham edward with a future s/o who's an excellent sketch artist for the gcpd? like even with the vaguest of details they can get, they can draw an accurate likeness of a suspect most of the time? they would totally have a bunch of sketches of other people, of officers and ed too-

Pencil work

Gotham Edward Nygma X Reader

Pre-Riddler Edward is always a treat uwu I actually prefer him than the Riddler!

"This is Y/N L/N, they're gonna need some details about the man who assaulted you."

Edward watches as Detective Gordon gestures at you by his side in front of a poor woman— who had been minding her business in a typical day walking on her way to work, when she was pushed by a passerby at the side of the road, almost getting herself ran over. Just an average day in Gotham, something someone should shrug off after spewing a few profanities before resuming, but James Gordon happened to stumble upon the scene and brought the woman back to the precinct.

You stood ready with a sketch pad and pencil in your hands, nodding attentively as the woman began to detail the appearance of her assailant. The way your face tense from the concentration, softening when you turn back to ask for clarifications, before returning to a concentrated gaze. Edward wasn't aware he was blocking the path as he stood at awe at the sight of you at work.

You weren't called in all that much, at least, not at the rate he was also called in but it was always a sight to behold. That, or he is kept occupied with forensics. Mostly cooped up in your little space, sketching away. He only knew that because he always had the excuse to walk behind you, look over your shoulder, before pretending he wanted to tell a riddle to the nearest officer who happen to be beside you.

"Is this your man?" Detective Gordon shows the woman your sketchbook. It wasn't as detailed as your typical works, but it is just a quick sketch.

The woman nodded and was excused, leaving Gordon to work with the analysis to run the assailant's face through police database. And just like that, you were retreating back to your desk.

"A-ah, Mx. L/N!" Edward did not have the train of thought which consists of him going back and fourth between approaching you or not, as your name rolls from his tongue without much of a thought process.

He didn't expect you to glance back. Shit. You have never talked before and this is the first time you're interacting. He doesn't even know why he called you... Now what?

"G-great work! By the way! Hah... Um..." He scratches the back of his neck.

"Thank you! I try my best!" You smiled.

He returns your smile with his signature Muppet smile, before he retreats to his usual stomping grounds in a hurry, his face set ablaze... Somehow, he has the feeling of wanting to do that again.

~•~

Nothing could go wrong with an idle sketch while you wait for someone to call you on the scene for your expertise and it was the perfect way to pass time, other than being trapped in an endless scroll. The carbon tip hovering atop the paper, you lazily scan your surroundings for an inspiration. There was the beloved coffee machine, next to an office plant, near the forensics lab, where Edward Nygma exitted—

Edward Nygma... The funny fella from yesterday, ye? Definitely a cute guy... Black hair, always neatly combed to the sides, not a strand sticking out, brown eyes behind black framed square glasses, lips always stretched to a Muppet smile. You regret letting him go yesterday, internally punching yourself for not being that much of a conversationalist.

You never really talked to the guy all that much, only exchanging small talk, greeting when you bumped to each other before resuming to your day. When you do get to work with him, it would be brief that you don't really get to interact with him at all. There was a time Detective Bullock was bad mouthing Edward when you were on the scene, turning to you to nonchalantly express his annoyance for the bespectacled man when he made his way to the scene. You kept quiet, not wanting to cause a rift with your co-workers, but you had a way of letting the detective know you don't like the way he talks about Edward... So much for not wanting to cause a rift...

He looked particularly eager making his way forward, his eyes lit up and pace quickening. You watch him pass by your table and pretended as though you weren't just staring at him. By doing this, your eyes landed at the end of your pencil, the carbon tip filling out spaces to Edward's coat and—

How the fuck—

You were shocked at yourself as well, eyes wide at the sight of the absentminded sketch before you— a figure of Edward Nygma, though rough in terms of shape, you were a little concerns about how mu h details you were able to jot down from such a distance. Closing your sketchbook, you take your palms and press it against your heated face, fingers pulling down your cheeks before you slammed your head against your table. Stupid brain chemicals.

You just hoped Edward didn't see it... But on the contrary—

Edward was shocked when he spotted an unmistakable figure of himself on your paper, getting a good sight of it all when you closed your sketchbook and slam your head against your desk, all the while, repeatedly banging your head on the surface lightly. Well, that couldn't be good for the noggin and before you can cause great damage on your cortex, he taps your shoulder.

"That was a marvelous drawing!"

Your stomach dropped and eyes widened, a reaction Edward caused with his thoughtless statement that he had yet again, had zero thought process behind it. Oh no, you don't think of him as a creep now do you? Justified and understandable...

"I'm so sorry." You blurted out in the midst of the mess in your mind. Oh my fucking god this is so embarrassing, I wish I can crawl under a rock and die.

Edward blinks owlishly. "Uh... Why?"

"Um... For sketching you?" For being an absolute leering creep???

"Nonsense! I'm quite flattered!" And besides if anyone should be sorry, it's him, he's the leering creep. "All those details in such a short time! I don't know about you, but most of the time, you're the one who makes the process of capturing the baddies faster. Putting a face to the assailant! Then it would be more easier to get more information like the name, age, where, when, why, how— how long have you been sketching?"

Be still my beating heart... You held a hand to your chest, maintaining a tense smile as the feeling of wanting to be swallowed by the ground subsides as it was beginning to be replaced by flattery.

"Um... Thank you... I mean... Since I was young? It was a hobby at first, then I got into this... Um... Job and I guess I'm a professional now."

"May I see?" Edward could barely contain his excitement as he gestured at the sketch book on your desk.

For a moment, hesitance took over, but you eventually got over it and flipped through the pages, landing on the recent page, before handing it to Edward. His eyes were wide with wonder as he admired the pencil work, his eyes softening at how much details you incorporated in your drawing, a smile gracing his features.

"Wonderful..." It slips pass his lips, his finger softly stroking the material of the pad.

"You can look over the previous pages if you want."

"Really?" He glanced at you, eyes glimmering with excitement.

"Go ahead." Although you were a little shy, you allowed him to close your sketchbook and go to the very first page.

You saw the advantage of prolonging the conversation further and took the chance. For so long you've wanted to approach him, as he seemed fun, but you never really had the courage to speak with him in a casual manner. Who knows? Maybe a foundation of a bond can be forged through this.

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