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sunwoniie · 7 months

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HERE FOR YOU – L.BD

Synopsis : y/n found out that she was pregnant from a one night stand, right before street woman fighter starts. She kept it from everyone even her team leader, Lee bada. She's still trying to figure out what to do with it, wondering if she can still make it until the end while being pregnant.

Pairing : Lee bada x female reader

Disclaimer :

* I'm not an English speaker, so, sorry for the typos or the way I form my sentences ♡♡

*This is only fiction, nothing is real

"you're pregnant"

This sentence has been ringing in your head since yesterday, when you went to the hospital and found out that you're pregnant for almost 1 month and half.

You're lost, still wondering what to do with the little one growing in your stomach. You don't even know the father, either his name or his face. You were too drunk to remember anything from that night.

For now, you're keeping it for yourself as you still don't know what to do with it.

"unnie?" A voice followed by a knock on the toilet door brings you back to the reality, it's lusher.

"unnie, you've been here for 20 minutes. Are you okay?"

You went to the toilet because you felt like throwing up but sat on the toilet tube for too long and didn't realize that it's been 20 minutes as you were lost in your thoughts.

"Uhm... Yeah I'm okay. I'll be back soon"

"You need to get your make up done before going on stage"

"I'm coming" you say getting up from the toilet seat.

"Hurry up, cause Bada's mad" lusher says before leaving the bathroom.

You open the door, you head to the sink, wash your hands and rinse your mouth.

You then exit the bathroom only to see Bada waiting for you outside, half worried half impatient.

"y/n why did you take so long? You still don't have your make up done" Bada asks looking at you.

"I'm sorry, I was not feeling well" you respond as you were about to leave to join the rest of your team in your room, but she suddenly grabs your hand causing you to stop and turn around to face her.

She leaves you hand and cups your cheeks which makes you gasp.

"u-unnie, what are you doing?" you ask looking up at her because of the height difference.

Your heart starts to beat at the sudden contact.

You always feel a strange feeling when Bada is around. You heart always beats faster than usual but right now your heart could rip your chest open.

"What is wrong? Are you still not feeling, okay?" She asks worried as she grips your shoulders then put a hand on your forehead.

"n-no, I'm fine now" you say trying to look everywhere but her.

"y/n look at me" she says still gripping your shoulder to make you look at her which you do, " are you sure you're feeling well? Cause if you're not we can perform without you"

"n-no, I s-swear I'm o-kay" you say before gulping down your throat, "I-I have to g-get my make up d-done" you slowly leave her grip wanting to get away from her.

You fastly head to the Makeup artist's department.

"Omg, why are you so pale?" Chaera, the makeup artist gasps at the sight of your face, as soon as you sit on the chair in front of her. You quickly look at yourself through the mirror in front of you. You are indeed very pale.

"Are you sick or something?" Chaera asks, concerned by your state.

You still didn't feel good. Throwing up earlier didn't change anything. Plus, you start to get a stomach pain and every minute that passes, the pain gets worse.

But you don't want to cause a scandal right before going on stage and messing up all yours and your team's hard work.

So, you've decide to just pretend everything is fine until you finish your performance.

"no-no, I feel fine" you lie trying to look convincing. Hopefully, she seems to believe it, "okay girl, if you say so" she says as she starts your make up.

As she does your makeup, you couldn't sit still because of the pain in your abdomen, that got bigger. "Y/n are you okay? You've been moving around like a child who needs to pee"

"Yeah, I'm alri– aah" you let out a groan as you bend down. A sharp pain passes through your whole abdomen.

"Oh my, y/n you're not fine," she says bending down to your level as she strokes your back, "we need to get you to the hospital"

"NO" you retort back sternly, "I'm fine"

"y/n I can clearly see you're not fine"

"I'm g-gotta p-perform with my–ah– team"

"You can't perform in that state" she stood up and started to search for any help around, but no one was there.

"Please" you weakly say as you put your hand on her arm to prevent her from calling for any help.

"y/n you're clearly not o–" you interrupt her.

"I just need some rest and I'll be fine." You said looking at her begging eyes.

She sighs in defeat knowing that you won't give up that easily. She then glares at her watch, "I've finished your makeup anyway..."

"And you still have 20 minutes before going on stage" she looks around as her eyes felt on the big couch in the room.

"Let's make you lay on that couch over there" she says before taking one of your arms and putting it around her shoulders to support you to stand up. You two slowly heading to the couch and she lays you on.

"I'm warning you if in 15 minutes you're not feeling okay, I'm calling the ambulance" she points her index finger at you with widened scold eyes as if she was scolding a child.

You just nod and place your head comfortably on the couch. During the next 15 minutes, the only thing you're doing is praying that you pain will go away.

And somehow, it works. The pain slowly fades away. You sit up at a slow pace looking around and your eyes felt on your makeup artist who was sitting on a chair occupied by her phone.

"chaera unnie..."you weakly let out of your mouth. She quickly looks up from her phone before putting it aside. She stands up then fast walks towards you and takes a seat next to you.

"Are you feeling better?" she asks, putting her hand on your shoulder. "I think..." You say looking lost as if you just woke up from a long nap.

"Yes... I'm feeling better"

"Are you sure?" chaera asks in a calm tone which makes me look at her, I smiled and nodded.

"You scared m-" she is interrupted by someone.

"y/n unnie, it's our turn. Hurry up!" It's tatter, followed by lusher and kyma.

"Coming!" you exclaim before turning your head to chaera, "thank you for earlier" you smile at her before hugging her.

"Don’t mention it. Now go, your members are waiting for you" she says signing you to go away. You do as she said and join tatter, lusher and kyma. You'll are heading to join the rest of the group

"Why you thanked her?" Kyma asks, looking your way tilting her head.

"For—for her amazing job" Kyma narcs her eyebrows, "I mean, did you see how beautiful is it?" You point at your face as you try not to sound suspicious.

"Yeah... If you say so" she says, still not convinced.

You'll finally joined the rest of the team backstage.

"Ah finally you'll here!" Bada exclaims before she makes all of you do a circle.

"Okay girls," she clams her hands earning everyone's attention "we are winners no matter what" she says smiling as she smiles to each members.

"BEBE, prepare yourself, you're performing in 30 seconds" a staff member says, passing by.

"Come on girls, we got this!" Bada exclaims before you all hug each other.

You'll hear your team name being called out, so you'll started to go up towards the stage.

You and all you members get in place, prepare for the beginning of the song.

As the song starts, you and your team execute the dance perfectly, motivated by the crowd's cheers.

It's hard to not smile when the crowd's loud, but your facial expressions must fit the dance.

As you are executing a dance step at the back, you suddenly feel a big pain in your abdomen. The same as before.

"ah" you bend yourself a little bit and you let out a semi-loud scream that only brings the attention of lusher and cheche, who are also at the back covered by other members.

"unnie, are you okay?" Cheche asks loud enough to hear it as she still dances.

From your earlier bent body, you straighten yourself, look at her and only nod.

You continue to dance as if nothing happened, but you stomach still hurt but you're so close to the end that you don't want to screw everything.

Comes the moment where you have to get out of stage because it's not your part but you're not alone, tatter is with you.

"unnie, what happened earlier?" She asks fixing her clothes at the same time.

You are slightly taken aback, you didn't know that she also heard you.

"Are you okay?" She continues asking.

"yeah" you simply said turning back you attention to the others dancing but suddenly a huge pain spread out in your lower abdomen which makes you groan and earn tatter's attention.

"unnie, what's wrong?" Tatter approaches you, panicking.

You don't have time to respond because it's already time to come back on stage. Tatter and you come back on stage, on the way to your positions she constantly looks at you worried. On your side, you're trying to not look like you're in pain.

You keep dancing throughout your pain. The dance is about to finish so you push yourself until the end.

The dance is finally finish as you and your team pose for the ending pose. The crowd's was cheering so loud that you're trying to hold up a little bit more but at some point, you couldn't do it anymore.

You collapse on your knees and a hand on the floor, the other's holding your stomach.

You whine and start to cry because of the pain. All your members turn towards you, and they all panicked at the sight of you in such state. The crowd went silent.

Lusher and Bada run towards and squat down to your level, "y/n, what's happening?" Bada asks panicking as she puts a hand on your shoulders.

You didn't respond but instead you groaned.

"Earlier she suddenly groans, and she hold her stomach." Tatter declares.

"y/n, is your stomach hurting?" Bada questions you which earn from you just a nod.

"Lusher help me get her off stage" Bada orders while standing up. They both took my arms around their shoulders and got me up to the floor. They start walking towards the exit of the stage.

You'll finally be backstage, Bada and lusher lay you down on the floor because there is no couch to lay on.

As Bada and lusher sat down beside you, some of your members just stand there, worried look on their faces. Cheche and Kyma went to look for blanket and a staff member called for the ambulance.

"The ambulances are coming, don't worry everything will be fine" Bada says taking your head from the ground and putting it on her knees. She starts to stroke your hair, to ease you and comfort you.

"unnie, I'm so scared" you cry out, tears are falling on each side of your face.

"I know and it's fine, the ambulance is arriving soon" she wiped one of you tears and went back to stroke your hair.

"I feel so cold" you say with a shaky voice as your eyes start to close.

"Can somebody bring a fucking blanket?!" Bada yells.

"here" cheche says followed by kyma arriving with the blanket they were looking for. They unfold the blanket and put it on your shaking body.

All we can hear in the room is you, sobbing and whining, and Bada's calming and comforting voice.

The silence is suddenly broke when you'll hear paramedics coming with a wheeled stretcher. All your members move away from you as soon as the paramedics come to you level. They carefully pick you up and lay you out on the wheeled stretcher.

As they lead you outside the building, all of you members were following the paramedics.

You finally arrived at the ambulance truck and the paramedics fastly put in it, they then turn to you members, "is anyone of you part of her family? " One of the paramedics asks your members and they shake their heads as a negative answer.

"Only one person can come, who wants to come?" They all raise their hands which makes the paramedics sign in frustration.

"Alright you," he says pointing at Bada, "you can come" he declares before hoping inside the truck. Bada nods and hops in as well.

As she sits, she looks at her members, "I'll call you to tell you everything" she says before the paramedics close the door.

She looks at you, who is half sleepy half-awake whining because of the pain. She grabs your hand and runs it with her thumb.

"Please don't be something serious" Bada says to herself as the trunk starts to move

You were lying on emergency hospital bed with a bunch of other people next to you separated by white curtains.

Earlier a nurse gave you a medicine to calm your pain while they're trying to found your issue but you fell asleep.

It's been 2 hours now and no nurse has come to tell you, well, to tell Bada what's the cause of what happens earlier.

Bada was sitting on a chair next to your bed, her arms crossed on your bed with her head in-between. She's trying to sleep as well but gives up when she figures out that she won't be able to sleep while not knowing what's happening with you.

She suddenly stands up from her chair and goes to find someone who can help her.

She opens up the curtains, sees that there's lots of people passing by, nurses, patients, patients family...etc.

She's trying to catch up with a nurse, "excuse me, nurse" the nurse heard her and turns around, "yes how can I help you?"

"Uhm... we've been waiting for 2 hours." She starts

"I just want someone to explain to me what happened to my friend" she says with begging eyes.

"what's your friend's name?" She said looking at the iPad between her arms.

"y/n l/n" Bada responds looking at the nurse typing on her iPad.

"I can't do much things but there's a doctor assigned for her, she will be here soon"

"But you've been waiting for–" Bada got cut off by the nurse.

"Oh, here she is" the nurse says pointing at someone behind her. Bada turns around and see a woman with a medical gown peeking through the curtains where you are sleeping.

Bada thanks the nurse and heads up to the doctor, "I'm with her" the doctor looks at Bada and smiles, "good, she's sleeping I didn't want to disturb her"

"So, what happened to her?" Bada asks.

"Ms. L/n came yesterday for a blood test, the results revealed that she's pregnant" Bada was slightly taken aback by the doctor's words.

Why didn't she told her that she is pregnant? Bada doesn't understand why you didn't avert anyone and still had done the dance.

"Had she been exposed to stress lately?" The doctor says pulling Bada out from her thoughts.

"Uhm...I don't really know, she won't really talk to me" she starts, "but we had an important performance today and she wasn't feeling well but still performed"

The doctor displays a wince expression, "she could have lost the baby if you didn't call us, all the stress and the fact that she performed while she was in pain could have been fatal for the baby"

Bada's can feel her heart falling, she glances at you, still peacefully sleeping.

"I know you're trying to be a good friend to her" the doctor says earning back Bada's attention, "but we can't do much things for her except telling her to rest for some days and to try not to overstress herself."

Bada nods, kind of lost in her thoughts, "will she be able to dance again?" Bada asks.

She must rest first if she feels better after then yes, but she must manage her stress before your performances. If not, then she can't continue dancing" Bada nods continuously like a child who is given instructions.

"At some point of the pregnancy she'll not be able to walk properly so dancing—it's going to be hard" the doctor says laughing slightly at the end and Bada joins her by slightly chuckling out of stress.

"I'm leaving now" she says smiling warmly at Bada, "when she'll wake up, will you be able to tell her everything I said?" She asks Bada as she tilt her head.

"Uhm— yes, yes"

"If you have hard time explaining, you can still call a nurse to call me, alright?"

Bada only nods, "have a good night" the doctor says smiling while leaving the room.

"Thank you doctor, have a good night" She rushes to say before the doctor leaves.

You open your eyes, your sight is blurred. You blink multiple times to get a better vision. Your vision is finally restored, you look around and see no one. You're alone in the room.

You can hear the noise of people around you, the yelling's, the chitchats, the footsteps...etc.

You notice that you are still wearing your stage clothes, then you remember everything.

However, you would swear that someone went with you, but you are confused because no one is by your side.

You slowly try to get up and get off the bed, you can feel the coldness of the floor through your bare feet. You notice slippers next to you, you put them on.

You start to walk, wandering around the room, you approach the curtains before you can open the curtains you see someone's hand open them and its reveals Bada.

"Why are you standing?" Bada asks in a scolding tone before putting what she has in her hand on a chair. She then goes back to you and slightly pushes you to make you lay you back down.

"unnie w-what are you doing?" You only manage to say because all her pushing, "lay back down"

"But I feel fine, don't worry" you say which makes Bada stop her action, she displays a pity expression while looking at you.

"You need to rest" she says try to lay you again, she only makes you sit on the bed, "I know, I know I'm going to rest" you say putting your hands up to stop her from pushing you.

"I mean that you really need to rest, and by that, I mean you should stop dancing for a while"

"What—why?" You ask genuinely confused.

Bada poses for a while and still looks at you a pity expression displaying on her face, "y/n I know that you pregnant" your face dropped.

Bada notices your reaction, she takes your hands in hers, "I can understand that you might have felt lost when you learn it, but you should have told me so we could have sort this out and avoid to be in that kind of situation" she says looking around, implying being in the hospital.

"The doctor said that you could have lost the baby" she continues.

Looking away from her, she pulls back your attention by grabbing your chin and making you look at her.

"And it's your choice, but you put yourself in danger" she looks at you in the eyes, you can feel her, breathing, on your face. Your faces were very close.

"The doctor said that you need to rest for a while, and you can get back to dancing only if you can manage to control the stress because I know you've been stressing a lot lately"

"But what are we going to do for the emission? It just began"

"we'll found a solution but for now on you just need to rest, okay?" You only nod looking away from her, but she again makes you look at her by grabbing your chin.

"If you're not feeling good physically or emotionally, please tell me, don't keep to yourself" you slightly nod feeling weird by the closeness between you faces.

"I'll always be here for you" she semi-whispers while slowly getting closer little by little.

"Thank you, unnie" you also whisper while getting closer as well until your lips finally connect.

Your lips start dancing together, moving in sync motion. You grab her by her hips, pull her between your legs. Your hands rest on her hips while you're devouring each other mouths.

You both pull out, to catch your breath. You find yourselves looking at each other with lust.

"I love you, Bada" you suddenly say between heavy breath, but you got confused when Bada started to chuckle.

"Can't believe you beat me in that" you narc your eyebrows still confused about the situation

She cups you cheek while smiling, "I wanted to be the one to say it first" she fakes pout which makes you laugh too.

She leans towards your face and kisses you again, with passion and love.

You can feel you heart at ease, because you finally know that you're not alone and that you have someone by your side in this journey.

Someone who is here for you.

N/A: finally done !!!, I hope your like it !!

#bada lee x reader #bada lee #swf2 #pregnancy

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mschimdt · 1 year

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special (NSFW)

lyle wainfleet x human!mechanic!reader

2400 words

summary: you appear as a innocent mechanic, until lyle starts gaining interest in you after seeing a porn video that was posted by you back on earth, he immediatley recognised your face and his only goal now is to make you his

warnings:over simulation, embarassment, p to v, sex (obv), size difference, human x navi and many more

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as a mechanic on pandora, you were incharge of fixing and organising helicopters and fighter jets, you were also incharge of oxygen masks and anything that involved mechanical work, it was weird to be the only female on the mechanical team but you got used to it, you worked really hard to get this job and you werent ever going to give it up

in the past you were a known pornstar, put you kind of just disappeared off the internet after deciding to make yourself a better person, because you knew porn was wrong but it was your only source of income at the time

you worked your ass off and got into college to achieve your dream of working on cars and airplanes, you studied day and night and practiced to make yourself perfect

a few weeks after you graduated, something caught your eyes in the street, a poster advertising a program in a planet called pandora, you heard of this project and how they were able to transport humans a few hundered light years out of the solar system in just 6 years

you considered it, knowing you could get a spot in the mechanical feild on pandora excited you, you immediatley signed up and you were accepted

your flight to pandora was just 3 months away, you had no family here anyways, so throwing yourself on a different planet knowing you might never come back wasnt too hard because there was no one to worry about here on earth

now you work as a mechanic, one of the top mechanics in pandora, your work never failed to impress everyone, you could fix anything even if it was considered ‘unfixable’ by others

you heard of the phoneix project, it was probably a bad idea after the jake sully shit but oh well, it was intriuging how they could bring souls back to life ad huge blue giants

Reader POV

i was walking in bridgehead trying to get to the plane room as quickly as possible, ardmore needed something fixed ASAP.

but on the way there something caught your eye.. a blue figure walking through bridgehead… NOT ONE but a few, almost around 8, they looked navi and you immediatley got scared, you thought they were some navi savages coming to destroy bridgehead, they walked a but closer and you noticed they were dressed in military clothing.. this was probably the phoenix project that you heard ardmore speaking about

that was confirmed when you saw ardmore walking next to one of them, talking, the rest of them were walking behind both ardmore and the blue guy, you suspected he was quaritch, one of the most known men out here

ardmore spotted you and pointed at you, motioning for you to come over, both ardmore and the guy you thought was quaritch stood still waiting for you to make your way to them

your neck was slowly breaking while looking up at him, “y/n please come with us, i need you to explain new equipment to the colonel here” “yes ma’am” you said following her through the busy building, you all made your way to the building that had all the guns and weapons that were made for navis

ardmore started speaking: “this is y/n, shes one of our best mechanics and i wanted to assign her to any problems you and your team may have with equipment and veichles, shes good at what she does and she’ll make sure nothing happens to you regarding mechanical stuff.” you were having a hard time looking up at quaritch, you were really tall for a woman, you were 5’11 but you only reached up to his waist

“alright y/n ill leave this to you” now you were oficially left alone with about 9 blue fiants that could crush you with their fingers

“okay uhmm” you said clapping your hands turning around to face the wall woth everything on it, you grabbed a “sniper” but this sniper was automatic

“okay so this is a auto sniper, they created this while you were all dead- that sounds weird but anyways, it basically shoots for you, you just gotta aim it, the bullets have technology where theyll hit the target almost every time, you just click this button to mark the target and you could be looking into a completley different direction and itll still hit the target” you handed the gun over to the guy that was standing infront of you, a bald guy with shades, and he help it up “oh wow this shits crazy, if i wasnt told ive been dead for 15 years i woulda thought its been 50!” he said holding the gun up

fast forward that day, you and the “bald guy” whos called lyle got along pretty well, sure his ideas were insane but he was fun to talk to

lyle recognised your face from somewhere, and he asked you when you came to pandora and you said that it was around 7 years ago, which meant that he couldnt have seen you in person when he was human

he kept thinking about where hes seen you day and night, he needed to know and he wasnt going to give up anytime soon, he did think you were a porn star but he quickly got rid of that thought knowing you werent someone that would film themselves having sex

until he was having a conversation with you where you asked about your past, so he did the same, “by the way, y/n since you graduated at 25 years old, that means you went to college late right?” “yea, dont know why youre asking because its pretty obvious” “ya had no family on earth though, how’d ya’ make money with no one back there?” he asked wanting to confirm the theory of you being a porn star, he knew it was probably nothing but he was sure that hes seen you somewhere involving porn or some shit “its complicated, lets just say i filmed… things” lyles eyes went wide and he said “KNEW IT! knew ive seen ya’ somewhere before ya’ looked familiar as hellll”

your face went red as you realised that lyle has seen your videos “o-ohh youve seen them…” you said trying to force a smile “ah dont worry they were good if thas wa’s botherin’ ya” you stared at lyle shocked he would even say that “you know this isnt gow you speak to a colleague right?” he made a fake-sad expression “i thoughttt weee were friendsssss” followed by fake sobs “alright alright, just dont mention this to anyone okay lyle?” you said hoping that he wouldnt tell anyone “dont worry i wont, anyways i gotta get going, i need to go train with the team” “alright have fun”

you were no doubt catching feelings for lyle, his funny personality and the way he spoke to you, he was sweet, hes never sweet to anyone but you, sure you both only met 3 months ago but you couldnt stop yourself from fantasizing about him

lyle went to train and you made your way to the weapon room because ardmore said one of the weapons needed fixing, you were tired of ardmore, she called you at the weirdest times asking you to come fix things, you wont lie though, the pay was really good, we’re talking around 8k for each veichle repair, and 2k for each weapon, you fix around 15 veichles and 30 weapons monthly which brings your pay up to almost 200k each month

you were pretty wealthy, you just save your money because theres nothing to spend it on here, you have almost 50 million in your bank account and inflation didnt exist here YET so your money was worth what it was worth 7 years ago

you fixed up whatever ardmore wanted you to fix and you headed to your room, drenched in sweat because of the lack of air conditioning, you took your tanktop and shorts off and hopped into the shower longing the feeling of cold water on your skin

just a few moments later theres a knocking on your door, you were still in the shower so you hurridley grabbed a shower robe and rushed over to the door because whoever was knocking was getting really impatient

you opened the door your head just peaking through, it was lyle “hey y/n have you seen my phone? i must have forgotten it here yesterday and i really need it because apparently ardmores been spamming me with shit and i wasnt replying” he said

not even bothering to ask if he could come in, quickly rushing over to your couch where he sat yesterday, he found it there and grabbed it “alright thank-“ he cut himself off when he stared at you, you were barely clothed and confused. he cursed under his breath, he didnt notice you werent wearing anything but a light robe

lyle just stopped speaking and shamelessly stared at your cleavage, “uhmm” you spat out because it was getting really awkward, lyle walked over to you pressing you against a wall, his hand wrapping around your neck

you didnt complain, you just stared at him with wide eyes “god damn.. look at you” he said, your face flushed red

lyle realized what he was doing and took a step back removing his hand from your neck apologising “sorry, sorry y/n i couldnt control myself, that probably made you uncomfortable so uhm sorry” he said awkwardly turning around to leave not waiting for a reply to save himself some embarassment

“whyd you stop” he was shocked when he heard you ask him why he stopped, he turned around

“i wasnt controlling myself, didnt want to make you uncomfortable”

“you didnt make me uncomfortable i liked it” you said smirking

“oh shit then-“ he walked over to you roughly slamming you against the wall wrapping his hands around your neck once again, “ya’ like that dont’cha”

you nodded, he then lifted you and threw you onto your bed, your bed was navi size so it could fit you and lyle easily

nefore lyle joined you on the bed he took his shirt off, you stared at his muscles admiring the sculpture of a mad you had infront of you, you wanted to worship his body goddamn

he threw himself ontop of you, connecting your lips, what was a innocent kiss turned into a heated makeout session really quickly and soon enough his tongue was exploring your mouth

you reached your arms down not breaking the kiss and you unwrapped your robe, lyle could feel you unwrapping it against his stomache

he reached his arm down to cup your tits, massaging them with his hands, you moaned into the kiss and you felt lyles cock harden against your leg

he squeezed your neck making you choke, still not breaking the kiss

finally, lyle broke the kiss first sitting up to stare at you, your chest was exposed and so was your cunt

he reached his hand down running his fingers theough your folds while his face dipped down to mark and suck on your chest

you were a moaning mess, lyle was rubbing your clit and sucking your nipples

you felt him glide his fingers around your cunt when sufdenly with no warning, he pressed a finger all the way inside of you

you tried to suppress your moans to make sure nobody would hear you, but lyle didnt want that, he started punping his finger in and out of you trying to get some noises out of you

you were nearing your release “l-lyle im about to c-cum” you said whimpering, “yea thas right, cum on my fingers there ya’ go” you started grinding yourself onto your fingers and you reached your orgasm with a loud scream like moan.

he helped you ride out your high over simulating you a little bit before pulling his fingers out of your cunt, putting them in his mouth sucking up any cum that was left on his fingers

his other hand reached down to unbuckle his belt, it unbuckled and he pulled his pants and boxers down at once revealing his painfully hard cock, it was larger than you expected but you couldnt do anything more than take it

“sure ya can take my dick, considering how many people you probably fucked huh?” “m-mhm” you mumbled not being able to let out complete words because of how fucked dumb you are, just from his fingers

he grabbed your knees spreading your legs even wider and pulling you to the edge of the bed, he had to go on his knees because you were too short, he glided his dick through your folds, covering the tip with your slick

then slowly he started pushing himself into you, he knew you werent gonna be able to take his entire length and he was okay with that, considering you were half his size

he pushed his cock a bit more than halfway, then he felt your cervix stop him from going any further “youre so fucking tight mm” he said giving you time to adjust to his size, a few minutes later the stinging pain went away and now you were just filled with need

“m-move please” thats all it took lyle to start thrusting into you, he started off slow then he built up the pace and now was pounding into you, you let out loud moans while lyle was groaning

“i-im close” you said followed by many more moans and whimpers, “c’mon cum fr’me” and thats all you needed to cum all over his huge cock, he was nearing his orgasm too

it was over simulating, he kept going even after you came, finally, he released his own load into you thrusting into you a few more times before stopping, his hands were on both your sides holding himself up inorder not to fall ontop of your fragile body

“you were so good fr’e me hm” he said praising you

“dont think ill be able to walk for a few days because of you” you said followed by a light giggle

lyle pulled out and layed himself next to you

it was already pretty late and lyle didnt have any intentions of returning to the team tonight, so he cleaned you up and stayed in your room with you

you both fell asleep cuddling, you didnt know lyle enjoyed cuddling this much, but i guess hes just a softie on the inside

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theautisticwriter · 1 year

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Yandere! Crows X G/N Reader/ Yandere! Wylan Van Eck X G/N Reader

Characters- Kaz Brekker, Inej Ghafa, Nina Zenik, Matthias Helvar, Jesper Fahey, WYLAN VAN ECK

Show- Shadow And Bone

Genre- yandere, romantic, polyamorous

Summary- you'd recently moved to Ketterdam, and unbeknownst to you, caught the attention of some crows. or in other words, your first interaction with each crow.

Warnings- Yandere tendencies, mentions of stalking, Wylan getting robbed (let me know if I've missed anything)

Word count- 1.5k

Extra notes- Due to how long each characters introduction is, I've split this into multiple parts, you can find the links to each crows interaction with the reader here. The links will be added as each part is uploaded.

This is a part of a series I will be doing about the crows as yanderes, it is a polyamorous series. I suggest following the order for the introductions so it makes more sense. This series will have its own section on my shadow and bone masterlist, everything else I write about these characters will be seperate to this story unless it is under that section.

I have only seen the show, I am currently reading the first shadow and bone book, so be aware that my knowledge on the characters is currently limited to what is shown in the show and the few spoilers I have for the books.

Jesper Fahey(2) Nina Zenik(3) Kaz Brekker(4) Inej Ghafa(5) Matthias Helvar(6)

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♪Wylan Van Eck♪

A delicate tune danced in the crisp night air, adding a much welcomed soundtrack for the people passing by. Skilled fingers danced around a flute as a scruffy young boy serenaded the almost empty streets of Ketterdam. The wind snapped at his pale skin almost viciously, as if telling him to go home, but he couldn't. Not yet, at least. It was his turn to watch you.

As wrong as that sounded, there was nothing sinister going on, no no, he couldn't even see you right now. But you were just around the corner in the other street, gathering the last few items you needed from the market place, and this was Ketterdam. He couldn't leave you completely alone, that would be dangerous. He hoped that this song (that he'd written just for you) would make the end of your day soothing and calm, that the lulled tone of it would keep your forever busy mind at peace, even for a mere moment.

Caught up in his own head, a head filled with thoughts of you and his crows, he failed to recognise the two men coming towards him. When he finally did acknowledge them, they loomed over his scrunched up form, a menacing aura surrounding them. His song stopped, and so did you.

You paused for just a moment when your ears failed to pick up the addictive melody. You guessed the person playing the little ditty was packing up for the night, it was late after all. Your lips slipped into a soft frown as you realised you'd have to continue in silence, what a shame, it was a really nice song.

As you got back to flickering your eyes across all the objects in front of you, you heard a grunt of pain and a soft whimper coming from the street next to you. You paused again, suddenly alert to every little noise around you. The middle aged man behind the stall that you had been browsing sighed at the familiar noise and shook his head. "Poor lad." He grumbled quietly, playing with his pocket watch absentmindedly. You turned to him, eyebrows furrowed in concern, "What's going on?" You whispered, voice barely audible. You didn't want to attract any unwanted attention.

He looked up at you and then nodded his head to where the noises continued to come from. "Flutist, always gets his money taken. Not much of a fighter, scrawny little kid." The man informed you, and your frown deepened. People were so cruel.

Your body tensed as a slam could be heard, followed by more pained noises, though they were being muffled by the sound of wicked laughter. Your chest tightened, you knew you couldn't help. You weren't much of a fighter yourself, but maybe, maybe once they left you could do something?

"Is it alright if I come back tomorrow? I- I don't really feel ready to make a decision on what to buy yet." You told the man, and he grunted in response, nodding his head. You gave him a small, but bright smile as you nodded back at him and began slowly making your way to the corner separating you from the crime. The laughter had disappeared, so you took this as a sign of safety.

You peeped your head around the corner, eyes locking on the shivering figure on the floor. Your heart cried at the sight, he looked so..disappointed? In himself, maybe. He held his flute tightly, knelt over the now empty case and you stepped towards him cautiously.

"Hello?" You spoke out softly, hoping to not startle him. His head shot up to look at you, and his mouth was slacked open at the sight of you. His eyes widened and breath stolen. Him. You were looking at him. He'd seen your eyes so many times, you'd looked at other people, you'd looked at the ground, you'd looked at buildings and items you might have liked to purchase, you'd looked at flowers and bees and all sorts of things. And now you were looking at him.

"Are you alright?" Talking, you were talking to him now too. He quickly scrambled to get up, holding his flute tightly to his hammering chest. He was practically screaming in his head to get a hold of himself. "Uh- I- uh- y-yes! Yes I am- I'm alright." A small, breathless laugh left his lips on the last word and he cursed himself for sounding so pathetic in front of you.

You moved towards him, and he stood still, frozen in place as you stood much closer to him now. The street lamps painted your face with a golden glow, your eyes shining in the light. "Are you hurt?" You asked with concern, you didn't exactly know what to say to the boy, so you thought keeping it simple would be the best way forward.

"No no- I'm. I'm used to, that happening." The words left his lips faster than he could process them, his eyes unsure of where to look. He could stare into yours for hours, but he felt embarrassed, therefore they occasionally flickered to the side, then back to your welcoming gaze. You frowned once more at the statement. "How much did they take?" You asked pointing to the worn case on the ground. His eyes followed your finger and he racked his brain to try and remember the exact number of kruge that had been taken.

"5 kruge, I think." He answered honestly, he didn't often get left tips or anything of the sort. In response, your hands rummaged into your bag that lay hanging at your side and you pulled out 5 kruge. It was a rash decision, yes, but you couldn't leave him with nothing. He'd earned that money, he had something that those fools didn't. Talent.

"Here, take this." You said placing the kruge into his shaking hands. At first, Wylan didn't process what you'd given him, focused on the warmth that flooded his body as your fingers touched his palm for less than a second. But then, his eyes fixed onto the tiny circles in his hand and his head raised at such a speed you were surprised he didn't get dazed.

"Oh, no I can't take this. You, you need this more than I do." He scrambled to find the words as he attempted to shove the money back at you, his flute tucked in his arm. Your hands wrapped themselves around his and his desperate attempt to give you the money back stopped. He looked at you, hastily gulping down an uncomfortable amount of saliva. "Please, it's the least I can do for you. You earned that money, and I won't let you go home without it. You have talent, your songs are beautiful and they deserve to be heard and rewarded. So please, just take the money." You spoke reassuringly, still clasping his hands so he couldn't give you the kruge back.

Wylan breathed slowly, his chest going up and down at a steady pace despite his heart pounding so hard he thought it might shoot out of his body. You, you were too kind for this place. Ketterdam was filthy, crawling with liars and abusers, assaulters and murderers, tricksters and conmen and you were in the thick of it with your heart of gold. He had to protect you, he had to. He would.

His thumb carefully lifted itself over your index finger, rubbing it slightly in thanks. "You have no idea what this means to me, please- let me walk you home. It's the least I can do in return." He offered, well, more like begged. "I would like that." You smiled at him, and he smiled back, a sheepish one, but a one filled with a happiness he hadn't felt in a long time.

"I'm Wylan." He spoke as your hands left his, the cold air kidnapping the warmth you'd given him. "Well Wylan, I'm y/n." You held your hand out for an official greeting, and Wylan grabbed it immediately. "It's lovely to meet you."

Wylan left like he'd met you so many times before, lurking in the shadows, watching you as his lips made music with his beloved instrument. But this, this time you had met him.

"It's lovely to meet you too."

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mugeesworld · 10 months

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I HAVE A WATTPAD 🤯

One of my stories has been getting popular so I thought I would share it on here cause why not.

Almost 4k reads ⁉️

Let me give a small summary. (God I lied it ended up long)

This is a child reader x one piece

That means their's no smut or anything like that cause that's gross. The only relationship that is happening is family. Nothing more. It's any age really. I can't remember If I put Y/NS age. But what I picture is like 13-16.

Y/n is a devil fruit user. She ate the rock rock fruit as a kid. The rock rock fruit is inspiried by kirishimas quirk from MHA. That being said this is not a cross over story. I just like his quirk. I changed it a bit also. Y/n can harden her body. Right now their are 4 levels of hardening. It talks about that more on wattpad. I have a 5th it just needs to be introduced. Not only can she harden her body but it also becomes sharp and jagged. Like a porcine almost. Or a human sword. She's a close up fighter.

That being said. No matter how sharp she is. HER CLOTHES WILL STAY INTACT OK??? I have her ideal outfit listed on wattpad but you can change it. I'll give a small summary on it tho. It's has the baggy pants and belt like kirishima. He doesn't wear a shirt tho so I gave her one. It's a tight turtle neck tank top. Ik that sounds lame but it looks cool. She wears kirishimas mask when fighting. And when she's not fighting she wheres long finger less gloves. She removes then before fighting. Back to the clothes ripping. The clothes ripping cause of how sharp she is definitely sounds cool. And I'll add that. BUT! The most that will happen. Is her baggy long pants turning into shorts and POSSIBLY MAYBE the shirt turning into a long crop top. I haven't decided if I want to do the shirt tho. Cause she's a kid ya know. Nothing private will EVER be revealed tho. That's what I'm trying to say. I haven't decided if I want her pants to rip when getting into a big fight or if I want them to un zip or something. But then she will have to carry random ass pants legs💀either way you get the idea.

She got the devil fruit from her father. Her mom and dad met at water 7 when her dad's crew was sailing by. Long story short they fell in love but he made a promise to his captain that he had to keep so he couldn't stay with y/n. He was aware of the pregnancy before leaving. The mother passed away at birth and y/n ended up being raised in a orphanage. (Classic parent tragedy💀)

Eventually y/n got tired of the orphanage and left. She was on the streets for a while until Franky found her and took her in. Ever since then Franky looks after her like a big Brother or even a father. They do everything together!

I won't say anything else other then what the last chapter I wrote ended on. They are currently on the train to CP9. OMG I WONDER WHAT WILL HAPPEN 🤯⁉️🤷‍♀️

Also I want to make something clear. Idc what body type you are. It doesn't matter. All that's gonna happen is you're gonna get sharp. You don't need to be a certain size for that. If you want your outfit to change then please change it. Make it something comfortable for you! Same thing with hair. Long or short it doesn't matter. Its just gonna get sharp🤷‍♀️⁉️ this is all body types/skin tones inclusive. If I ever write something that doesn't involve all of those things LET ME KNOW. IT WON'T MAKE ME FEEL BAD🙏🙏🙏 for example. Blushes that's a light skin tone thing I'm pretty sure.(I might be wrong) I write embarrassed or flustered.

Under no circumstance will their be any kind of romantic relationship. This is a kids story. This is me healing my inner child. No kissing. Only hugging. Maybe a kiss on the forehead or something but that's ALL.

ONE MORE THING THEN I'M DONE. I FORGOT TO ADD. This crap is long. When i write this I'm watching one piece on Netflix. And I'm writing every sentence almost. So if you're not into that then this might not be for you. It started with galley law taking down the pirates that refused to pay and right now we're are on the train talking with lucci as he explains Nico Robin's past. Their are 17 chapters out each one being 1100-2000 words each. Slow passed. Like the actual one piece. WE AREN'T RUSHING. So if you don't like reading "she says, he yelled, they groaned, etc" then maybe it's not for you. Just wanted to put that.

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HEEY can i request a ranpo x reader where reader has the same ability as five from the umbrella academy (can blink, basically teleport) and knows a lot abt science and time travel but also has street smarts and high battle iq (since they are a fighter whos out on the field a lot) and them and ranpo have this rivalry to see whos smarter but they both actually have a crush on eachother too? SORRY IF THIS IS TOO SPECIFIC I JUST LOVE THE IDEA OF RIVAL TO LOVERS WITH RANPO

OMG I LOVE THIS IDEA JBHEJEBFH

thank you so muuuch for the request! Also sorry if I didn't portray the ability really well as I haven't watched Umbrella Academy all my info comes from wikis and articles so it isn't the greatest x)

Onto the request!

I'm smarter than you| A Rivals to lovers Ranpo x Reader fanfic

Wordcount: 2,5k

When you first came to the agency,it seemed like you had nothing to catch the detective's attention; in fact he didn't even listen to your introduction! It looked like his ears straight up closed just after they told him your name and started talking about how strong your ability was.

But you didn't blame him for not listening,since you didn't think your ability was your greatest asset at all ,really. This wasn't the field you wanted to challenge him in.

You wished to beat him in intelectual matters.

This was the reason you accepted the Agency's offer in the first place, to challenge him since you had been in Yokohama for a while and seeing him somehow solve every single interesting case with such ease really made you mad, he made it seem like nobody could ever beat him, and you desperately wanted to prove him wrong.

However you knew your first introduction to him wasn't going well since he was paying way more attention to the sweets he was munching on than anything else around him, including you ; and even though it didn't anger you at first, the more you thought about it and the more it threw you into an incontrollable fit of rage.

Why? Because it meant he was already looking down on you- When he didn't even hear the sound of your voice yet!

So you wanted to catch his attention, but how?

Well he did seem very focused on his sweets so...

"Mind if I take one?" You said, smiling gently while pointing to his prized sweets.

You then saw him instantly come back to reality, the thought of his sweets not being his anymore scaring him.

"No!Never! Are you out of your mind?" He said, shielding the candies with his arms.

Oh. So that was who the "greatest-detective-in-the-entire-world" was... well smart people tend to be weird so...

And this made you want to beat him even more. So you made sure not to show anything strong about you in front of him yet, until the day you got to work on the same team.

However, when the day finally came; he still wasn't aware of your intelligence and even though it was wanted as this would only multiply the surprise effect; it still angered you. But this will be over once you finally beat him in his own field! And that, happens today.

"Y/N! Over here!I can't find my way around here alone! Help me, travel guide!" Ranpo called out to you, waving in your direction.

"I'm not your travel guide! Besides, can't the great detective you supposedly are do this alone? But I decided I'll be nice today, so follow me, and follow close because I won't go after you if you get lost!" you shouted back at him, making big signs for him to come to you.

Well, this was going to be one hell of a team !

"The train is my kryptonite! And I am a great detective! The greatest detective in the whole world!" He was almost poutting... aw did you anger the greatestdetectiveinthewholeworld? So tragic! We need to write this! wait what

You carefully got to the train, with Ranpo behind you. This was your first victory, since taking the train was an intellectual thing right? Yea that totallyyy counted as your first win!Cheers!

But you weren't only going to be his guide, no, that's not why they chose you to team up with him because, in fact, this case wasn't your simple murder case, it was also deemed dangerous by the police; since the mystery surrounding the case isn't in the first murder, it's in all of those who came afterwards, since every single officer who went there immediatly died when the camera weirdly shut down and would only work when the murder was already committed, all of the murders were the exact same, from the one that started this to all of the others that followed.

However, you weren't going to let that chain go on. You knew you were the one that would stop this, this case was practically made for you anyways! The need for brains all while you have to fight to survive? That's the best set-up you could be in! And this was the one where you'd finally be up against him! How could you possibly not win this?

This ride was a rather peaceful one, but not the good kind of peaceful, more like the stressful kind; the tension was sooo dense. However, complaining about this would be kind of ironic since it was your fault, the detective was trying to speak to you, except you had something more important in mind.

Finding clues for the case.

You were so caught up in the case that it seemed like the world around you stopped turning. But you absolutely needed to beat him! You couldn't let yourself be stopped by some stupid discussion!

So yeah it wasn't a very fun ride, wouldn't rate it really high personally.

However everything changed when you arrived, you were in full observation off the world around you,

Every noise,

Every smell,

Every touch,

Everything.

Including the weird black spot that was starting to take over the security camera.

You knew what that meant so, within the blink of an eye, you teleported to where the murderer supposedly was ,according to your previsions, and they were right. Which meant you could safely neutralize their hands, and stop the poison from infecting you and your teammate! Case solved gentlemen, you figured it out all while getting evidence! Second win against him in the day? Wow you might even start taking his detective title if this goes on!

But your success wasn't bringing pride to everyone, in fact a certain detective was especially angry about it, even if he tried to hide it, you knew he was. He had to be! Someone finally beat him in his field! He didn't even have the time to know the case because that idiot didn't even read the reports!

He wasn't very good at hiding his anger anyways since he magically became interested in you after the case, asking a lot of questions about your power and how it worked, but he was still prideful since when you confronted him about how "the "great detective" he was should already have figured that out right?" he only answered with even more pride "Of course I already figured all of that out! I just want to make sure you understand how your power works! I know every single thing about this world so stop pretending I don't!Hmph!" awww... pouting again was his ego really so easy to harm?

After that, Ranpo constantly asked you to go on one of Poe's novels with him; probably wanting to cope with his previous loss which made your eyes roll, since he was already that desperate to get revenge on you.

But when you finally accepted, you knew it was the start of looong war, and you weren't wrong at all since you started spending most of your time in novels or cases with him, however the presence of the other wasn't completely making your success increase because of the confrontation, it was also significantly harder because you both figured out that hiding the clues from the other would help you win and so, an endless cycle of very creative ways to destroy clues began, which included Ranpo literallly EATING A CLUE (It was a piece of candy the victim had, can you blame Ranpo for this honestly, so predictable...)

Days and months passed, and your rivalry only got stronger, with an almost 50/50 win ratio between the two of you, which only made both of you want to compete more, to prove your superiority!

Eventually, Kunikida decided to partner you guys up for most of the missions which caused a lot of tantrums from you because "how am I supposed to work with a clue-eating-partner?!"

"Hey! This ain't about you! How am I supposed to work with someone who's constantly trying to get in my way! They annoyed me even as a normal agency member, can you imagine what it'll be like if we have to work together?"

But Kunikida wasn't going to give up on his ideal about having you two work together and so, you eventually had to give in to him and accept the request.

However you felt deep-down like being paired up with him wouldn't be so bad... huh, weird. But that's because you'd be able to get him off his stupid pedestal! Or maybe it was something else....no, it couldn't be!

That was, what you were thinking months ago, however the other option was starting to seem more and more attractive as the little challenges started becoming wayy less on the intelectual side of things, to become more casual, keeping up the rivalry of course since even breathing could be a competition, if you wanted it to be!

Yup, you were starting to realise how your feelings weren't only composed of rivalry anymore, probably before Ranpo did, which definetely counted as another win in your eyes!

Besides, judging on clues you were grasping by just looking at him (he, fortunately didn't eat those), you knew his feelings were probably the same. And you weren't going to let him go first, you were sure this could count as another win !

You even had the perfect way to let him realise and for you to confess your feelings! And so, you invited him for another challenge.

An eating competition.

The one who eats the most candies in 5 minutes wins.

This was the perfect bait, casual enough for your magic trick to work and interesting enough for Ranpo to take it, this was about food after all.

And so, your plan began as soon as you both went to buy the candies, however you weren't going to choose the fastest way to get there, no you had to distract him.

Yes you read that right, distract Ranpo off of food.

Nothing the great rival you were couldn't do!

And so, you slowly started talking about past challenges, then remembered funny times you had on them together and before you knew it this was a completely casual conversation! He was pretty easy to stray away from his goal for a detective, which just proved how much better you were!

"Yeah!People are totally discriminating against red cars-"

"Ranpo?Can I ask you something?" You asked, stopping his speech that did seem pretty interesting but now was the perfect time to strike.

He turned his head towards you, stopping in his way as you did the same. "What?"

"Doesn't this feel like it isn't just plain rivalry anymore? Don't you feel like there's something more to it too?" You asked with the most confident look you could pull off, even if the fact your cheeks were starting to feel a bit warm probably wasn't helping. Still, you looked at him straight in the eyes, just watching them open as he realised what you said.

"Oh. This is yet another mystery you solved faster than I did right? Well I got a plan… what if we just become the greatest detective couple? This way nobody will be able to challenge us!" He answered, with a light in his eyes you never saw before, it wasn't the one from when he got his favorite sweet, nor the one from when you gave him a challenge. This one was stronger, and it was definitely fascinating, you wanted to keep every single detail you were seeing in your memory forever. But not only were his eyes shining like stars, his smile was also the one of a little kid, because even though you noticed he was trying to keep a composed smug, the happy childish part of him was taking over, making him have the cutest face you ever saw ,the second cutest also being his.

"Hm, this doesn't sound like a bad idea at all, but know I've had this in mind for a long time, way before you did! So therefore I win again mister detective!" You said, pridefully enunciating every word to make sure he understood very well how much you beat him! But that wasn't very easy to do since the butterflies in your stomach were dancing like never before, and soon you felt your whole body heat up, especially your face, where you were sure little volcanos were all trying to pierce through your skin, especially on your cheeks, probably making your confident act even more ridiculous than before, and this wasn't something he would miss.

"Well, I can't really argue with you there, can I? But if I can't be the greatest detective in your eyes, will I be allowed to make the opposant mine?" He answered, slowly starting to look down to your hand,which was getting closer to his, both of you going towards the other.

"Only if I can make my opposant mine too!"

"You're not dumb,I'm sure you already know he's all yours now."

He took your hand, and as you walked towards the candy shop together, he made sure to never let go.

"Are we still going to do the challenge?" Ranpo asked you, with puppy eyes because this was still an opportunity for him to eat, how could he forget?

"Of course, and we're actually going the right way this time!"You said,giggling at your own words.

You looked at eachother,slowly picturing eachother's features, to make sure you kept them in your memories, forever.

You bought the candies (not without complaint from Ranpo who thought you 'didn't buy enough') and decided to start the challenge just outside the shop, putting the sweets on a random person's car(which probably wasn't the best idea,but you didn't care at all).

The challenge wasn't really fair, Ranpo was chugging on the candies crazy fast,as expected, competing with him wasn't a piece of cake. But he even had the courage to stop eating! Was he so sure he won...?

"Hmmm I think I could go faster if I took a bite of yours!" Ranpo confidently said, looking deep in your eyes, and making his way towards you.

But he kept getting closer and closer to you, and wouldn't stop until.

Oh.

A kiss.

It was confident, yet soft and warm, the warmth from his lips on yours slowly spreading to your whole body, and you kissed back, with everything you had in you.

This felt like time had stopped for the two of you, and you were even considering that your ability activated on its own, but no; you were just too happy together.

However, all good things have an end, and as you had to get some air, you started to take in what happened, making your heart fluster.

This defeat was the best you ever had, because losing didn't have an importance right now, what was more important was how good it felt, your sugary lips uniting both of you, the way he put his hand behind your back for support... everything, you loved everything.

And so when it came to deciding who won, you were too flustered to propose anything else than a tie and that perfectly represented your relationship, you were both as smart, hence why it was so interesting.

But now, a new form of "competition" was starting to take place, even better than before.

A/N: thanks for reading this! I hope you enjoyed it, and it even though it's still short just know it's my longest work as of now lol so it's good ig? Also sorry for the kiss scene, I just went as my mind wanted and I have no idea if this is realistic x))

Sorry for taking so long on the request,covid was being mean to me and I had a lot of personal stuff to deal with,but thanks again for the request!Was really fun to write and even if I don't think I did really well it was still fun so idrc x))

Omg why are my author notes so long

#bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bsd x y/n #bsd #ranpo x gn!reader #bsd x reader #bsd x you #bsd rampo #ranpo edogawa #ranpo x y/n #bsd request #bsd fic #bsd rivals to lovers #ranpo rivals to lovers #ranpo x you #ranpo fluff #bsd edogawa rampo #rivals to lovers #bsd ennemies to lovers

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lil-artist-blog-fandoms-ocs · 1 year

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To find something lost

God damn, I was just about to go to sleep and my brain decided that it was the perfect time to write something. Not sure if I'll continue it, but who knows

It was one of those days. When nothing is wrong, but everything isn't right either.

The bus closed its doors with a quiet creak and then roared, moving away and leaving a few people behind.

Mel let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding. A little cloud came out of her mouth. Oh. She didn't remember the weather being so cold this time of the year. Tomorrow she should pick some warm clothes to wear.

The girl was strolling down the street, looking at her feet.

Almost a year, huh?

A little rock was bouncing off her shoe with little knocks. If she can keep kicking this rock until she crosses the road, this will be the first achievement in a....long time.

Ever since her older brother disappeared she was looking for him everywhere she could think of. And of course, to this day she's yet to find him. Every day she would walk around the town after school. She would give out flyers or hang the MISSING posters. But nothing seems to work.

A sigh.

She kicked the rock too hard and it bounced further and further away, until it hit a building and stopped, laying now motionless on the ground. Mel took her eyes off the ground and looked at the building.

"Joey Drew Studios" she whispered to herself.

The girl looked up and down, left and right. Yep, that's the place her brother used to work at... Jeez, it looks abandoned... No surprise, considering her brother wasn't the only employee to go missing. Did the police ever check here? Well, they said they did. But after one of them tried to convince Mel and her mom that her brother just got tired of them and left without a word... The girl had a hard time believing those people.

She looked around. Is breaking in an abandoned building a crime? It's not like she wants to steal anything. She just wants to check for clues...

There are people around though. She can't get inside the building right now.

She looked at the wall as if trying to burn it. How is she going to get in anyway? She looked up and down once more. Oh.

A ventilation shaft.

Cool.

Looking around once again, she pretended to drop something. Crouching, she touched the ventilation hatch. Rusty. She might be able to break it.

Another quick glance around. Less people. That's good.

And-a one

And-a two-

The hatch broke off surprisingly easy, as if Mel wasn't a teenager but a professional fighter. Wow.

Either this thing couldn't live without maintenance for a year or the studio was going really cheap on things.

No time to waste, time to crawl in. Which she did, trying her best to cover the shaft entrance.

Ugh, this thing is so dusty and is that a cobweb?

Mel couldn't look at the web longer since the thin rusty metal couldn't hold her weight and gave up, sending her flying down. The only sound that escaped the girl was a short yelp.

#mun talks #mun writes #batim #bendy and the ink machine #batim au #mel survived; ink edition #batim oc #melissa #melissa lawrence #I don't know what is it supposed to be #but enjoy I guess #man I gotta sleep

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Din djarin is a insecure man so what do you think about din being insecure and following reader when she is in the streets and she already knows it and try to play with his jealous and Fluff at the end. I love you and thanks 🥰

Are You An Angel? [Din Djarin x F!Reader]

Rating: 13+

Word count: 1.7k

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When Din was younger, he'd lay in the lap of his mother and at night, and she'd sing sweet songs to lull him to sleep. His father always made an effort to spend time with Din during the later hours of the evening, sitting on the edge of Din's small bed and holding his son's hand. He couldn't sing like his wife could, and Din didn't really have the privilege of owning any books— but there was one bedtime story that only Din's father could tell, and Din had in fact become particularly fond of it.

"When I met your mother, I believed she was an angel from the moon of Iego. The angels were reputed for their beauty, and she was certainly the most beautiful woman I had ever seen." Din's father would tell, smiling as he reminisced.

Din became enamoured with the story and the concept of angels. But after the death of his parents the idea of love and beauty and peace became so foreign. When he was sworn to the Creed, his priority became to fight and defend, but the story his father told all those years ago still lived deep within Din's heart. It was something he always held onto.

Finding a long term lover was just never in the cards for Din, no matter how much he dreamed of it. It just wasn't plausible, considering his creed and career, and that gave him some kind of insecurity. He'd never had a serious relationship. He understood and came to accept that no one would really want a man who was part of a culture that forbade the removal of his helmet, or even a bounty hunter who was always constantly travelling and couldn't settle down.

But things had been changing. Din had a child now, and he hadn't claimed a bounty from the Guild in months. Din had never stayed in one place for too long— he couldn't without running the risk of getting into trouble with thugs or crime syndicates. But when he returned to Nevarro one sunny afternoon, he walked through the market and saw you.

You were hidden by a cloak, intriguing the attention from Din almost immediately. You picked up an apple and handed it to one of the children with a generous smile. The child snatched it from you promptly and ran off. You were unlike anyone or anything Din had seen before… you beamed and glowed and your beauty was incomparable. When he first saw you, he was reminded of his father's story about the angels on Iego.

Once upon a time, Din would've said that 'love at first sight' was nonsense. Ridiculous. But he hadn't met you. He learned that you attended the farmers market on Nevarro everyday at approximately the same time— and every day, without fail, you'd purchase an item of fruit; be it sourberries or sweetplums, and you'd give it to a child in need. Din would watch you from the hull of the Razor Crest, staring intently, baffled by your continued selfless acts of kindness and generosity.

He wanted to approach you. He wanted to say hello, maybe ask you for a drink— although that would be absurd considering he couldn't remove the beskar that contained his face. He just wished he'd have enough confidence to say something; anything to you. But whenever he got close to saying something, his mouth would get dry and his throat would close up.

He couldn't believe it, he'd never experienced anything like this before. Din was always able to talk himself out of tricky situations but this… was something else. It was your aura that stunned him. It was everything his father had described to him when he was younger, but now Din could finally understand what exactly he meant.

He was going to say something. Just a simple 'hello'. He had to. He spent some time in the fresher before, he planned out how exactly he was going to approach you. He'd talk it through with Grogu. "Listen kid," he told the green bean. "She seems to like to give kids fruit from the market stall so… maybe ask for some sourberries or something, yeah? And then I'll come up to you and uh…" Din trailed off, trying to make his elaborate plan clear to his son who almost definitely had no idea what Din was talking about.

Din was sure you hadn't seen him, but he was wrong. Only once in a blue moon would the Nevarro locals see a Mandalorian dressed head to toe in silver Beskar. Din was pretty memorable. You noticed him the first day he saw you. You were aware you were being watched, and quite frankly, you didn't care.

If it was any other man… any other dirty scoundrel watching you from his ship quarters, you'd feel violated and disgusted. But Din Djarin wasn't just any man. Having a Mandalorian warrior watch over you, knowing that he had an armoury full of weapons and the impeccable skillset of a true fighter made you feel protected. You hadn't spoken a word to him— what were you to say to a Mandalorian? But you wanted to. His presence initiated a primal urge within you. You needed him.

When the time came, he couldn't do it. He froze up, seeing a man caress your arm and lean into you. The man was strange. Din had been watching you for weeks now and he had never seen this man at all. Could it be a friend from another planet? A boyfriend? No… not a boyfriend. The pit of Din's stomach filled with envy. Had he waited too long to make his move? He cursed himself under his breath for letting himself get so attached to a woman he had never even met before.

Din watched closer, his eyes narrowing when he saw the strange man press his chest into yours, pushing you into the fruit & veg stall you stood beside everyday. You looked uncomfortable but your good heart stopped you from pushing him away. Din's fingers graced the blaster in his holster as he watched the man press a finger into your chest, drunkenly slurring his speech. Your fingers curled around the market stall table, defensively creating fists that were so tight your knuckles turned white.

Noticing the man had a dagger in his pocket, Din decided he had to act fast. It wasn't the way he intended meeting you, but no one else was watching over you. He couldn't bear to see you get hurt.

Din whipped out his vibroblade and held it to the man's neck, your eyes widening in horror as he approached the stranger from behind. "Step away from the lady," Din hissed, his voice laced with venom and the knife only inches away from the man's throat. "Make one wrong move and you're dead, you understand?" Din asked.

The man removed his hands from you, placing them above his head and surrendering. He slowly took a few steps away before quickly running off without saying a word. With a flick of a switch, Din shut down his vibroblade and slid it back into his holster.

"Th-thank you," you bit your lip nervously, looking up at the Mandalorian. "You're my hero."

"It's uh, it's nothing," Din replied, feeling the awkwardness consume him. "Are you new around here?"

"Fairly," you answered quickly with a nod.

"Because there's a lot of men like him, here on Nevarro. Bad men. So uh, you should really be careful." Din explained and you didn't reply, instead shyly looking down at the ground. Din felt like he had royally messed up. Grogu padded over towards the both of you, blinking his big black eyes innocently. You couldn't help but grin when you saw him.

"Is this your child?" you quizzed, eventually breaking the silence.

"Something like that." Din muttered as his gaze flicked between you and Grogu.

"Oh, I've never seen a child like him before. He's wonderful." you beamed merrily, pulling out a bunch of sourberries and handing them to Grogu.

"He's certainly special," Din grumbled through a genuine smile. "So, what brings you to Nevarro?"

"It's… complicated," you huffed out a sigh. "Actually, I may not be able to stay here much longer."

"On the run?" Din asked with a chuckle, but it was only a half joke. His heart shattered when he saw you nod sadly.

"Yeah. Like I said, complicated." You shrugged, folding your arms over your chest.

"I know how it feels," Din revealed and you looked up at him with curiousity. "My uh… my ship. It has room for you, if you wanted to come with me." He suggested, pointing aimlessly to the Razor Crest which was stationed a few yards back. Grogu gargled quizzically.

"Where are you going?" you asked the Mandalorian.

"I- anywhere? Nowhere? Everywhere? There's really no place off limits." Din responded.

"You'd really let me accompany you?" you asked again. For some reason, you weren't completely opposed to the idea. In fact, you trusted this man who you didn't even know the name of.

"Yeah," Din shrugged casually. "But I do have one question," you nodded, urging him to continue. "Are you an angel?" he asked, immediately hating the way the words left his lips.

"A what?" you scrunched up your nose in bewilderment, unsure if you had heard him right.

"An angel," he repeated. "From the moons of Iego."

You felt your cheeks heat up at his sentiment. "I could be asking you the same thing," you giggled, pursing your lips together into a thin line. "You've been watching me for weeks. Like my guardian angel." Din felt embarrassed that you had noticed him, but his feeling immediately softened when you placed a hand gently on his shoulder. "I would like to come with you." you said quietly, subconsciously fluttering your eyelashes.

"Where would you like to go?" Din questioned, his voice low through the modulator.

"Take me to the moons of Iego," you smiled, before interlocking your fingers with his and letting him direct you back to the ship. "I want to see these angels."

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #din djarin #din djarin x reader #the mandalorian #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian season 2

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liloelsagranger · 3 years

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Night shift - finally a new Rocketshipping-fanfiction

My dear friends,

it’s been a while since I last posted an entry. Let me tell you why and what, besides Covid-19, made me pause from publishing fanfictions over the last couple of months. Of course, Switzerland was very affected by the pandemic and still is today. We had numerous lock-downs or as Swiss people call it “slow downs”. My mother got very sick last year, I almost lost her. The doctors said she would only live two or three more days, but my mom is a fighter. She had to stay at the hospital for months, she endured countless medical examinations, had to take meds and slowly learned to live again. I’m so proud of my mother that she was strong and determined to get better. When she turned back home, I started to take care of her and I hate to leave her on her own, even if we’re talking about half an hour or less. Right now, she’s doing quite good, actually, we’re on vacation and she makes a great effort to participate in life in Italy. She’s my role-model! She will never be the same as before, but she won’t give up, she wakes up every morning to make progress. I prayed for her and her well-being, I prayed every single night she might get another chance and now we’re here at the beach and dining in fancy restaurants. It’s been a horrible year for everyone, a year full of sorrow, tears and desperation, a year where I was constantly afraid, the hospital would call me with some bad news, but she did it! She survived and she fights for her life! So proud! Good news is: I passed my doctoral exams and I’m officially allowed to call myself Dr. phil. des. Melanie C. but that won’t ever stop me from loving Team Rocket so here it is - a brand new Rocketshipping-fanfiction for you guys. LOVE YOU! Night shift

Chapter 1:

It was past ten o’clock when that miserable looking guy entered the diner. He inconspicuously sat down in the farthest corner of the café and immediately hid his face behind the menu card. Nevertheless, Jessie the waitress could make out the pathetic expression on his face, how he was cowering like a whipped dog. She had seen quite a bit in this diner. Drunks, thugs, addicts and other needy people who asked for a sympathetic ear, compassion and understanding, but that guy was different. He suffered terribly, but did not dare to communicate, instead he hid from the world so as not to attract attention and quietly endure his fate. Jessie had to do something about it. Of course, she didn’t want to play the Good Samaritan. She knew the tricks of the men who entered this diner. Most of the time, they told the waitress tall tales, hoping to be comforted, whatever they meant by that. But this young man did not make a shady impressionHe was well dressed, looked well-groomed, and Jessie was especially struck by his bright emerald green eyes, the only thing in his face that had not yet been veiled by grief and sorrow. She decided to do something about his displeasure.

“Did you have a rough day?” she asked while disinfecting the table.

He looked briefly into her eyes and nodded. “That’s one way to put it,” he answered, the gaze immediately lowered again.

This would be a taciturn conversation, but Jessie didn’t give up easily, she was a natural at making even rocks talk.

“Listen! No matter what happened, I’ve seen or heard some things. If I can help you in any way, my name is Jessie and I’m in charge of this table today. Let me just get the gum out from under your seat and get you a cold drink. What would you like?” She pulled a spatula from her apron and rubbed away the remains of the spoiled brats that marred her diner.

‘Wow,’ the young man thought to himself. ‘A strong, self-confident woman who lends a hand herself and who’s not above cleaning up dirt.’ Their eyes met briefly, and he forced a wry smile.

“You know, kid. You can’t rely on anyone. If you want to get everything done, do it yourself and don’t trust anyone. This world doesn’t give you anything for granted!” She briefly wiped the back of his chair before disappearing behind the counter and pouring the young man an ice-cold Coke.

“I have rarely seen you so concerned about a customer. Normally you show yourself aloof and only take the order, so as not to get involved in embarrassing conversations. Must be a really great pike, this pathetic creature in the far corner. Could it be that you’ve got a tiny crush on this guy?” For Eddy, teasing his best friend was the greatest pleasure. He didn’t know her like that. Jessie usually resisted any kind of small talk. This was due to her dark past, when she had repeatedly fallen for advances from men who were never looking for a steady relationship, but for a quick fix. Eddy had witnessed this bad time of his friend, how her heart was broken, how she was badly played with, and how she was simply dropped like a hot potato. Jack was the worst example of them all. While Jessie was already hearing the wedding bells ringing, he was making love to the women of the Strip and deceiving Jessie night after night with other broads. Jessie was devastated when she found out Jack was cheating on her. She was furious, not even at her lying boyfriend, but at herself for having been so stupid as to trust a man.

Jessie gave Eddy a light pat on the head. “Don’t be silly! That time is over. I can take care of myself, I don’t need male support for that. I’m a big girl, I make my own dough, and I keep my head above water pretty well. No, not a chance, I’ve sworn off flirting.” Nevertheless, she caught herself as her gaze wandered to the young man in the corner. “Oh yes, this time is definitely over,” Eddy smirked.

“Jessie, could you bring us a side of fries, please?” Misty’s order echoed throughout the hall. The twenty-year old waved her hands. She was used to speaking loudly, almost shouting, to attract guests to her daily water Pokémon show. Sometimes she walked up and down the streets of the Strip all day in the blazing hot sun, trying to win people for her underwater attraction. As an excellent student, she could have taught at any college, but she had decided early on to get into show business and make her living doing what she really loved, joined by Dewgong and Starmie. Her parents had not agreed with this decision at all, it was wasted talent, they had claimed, and had summarily turned Misty out the door. Since then, she had been struggling through life on her own, but could always count on Jess, the diner and her two best friends, Ash and Brock, young people who were also not favoured by fate.

“Temper your voice, twerp!” Jessie couldn’t help but grin. She spread the ketchup bottles around the table, hoping Ash wouldn’t spill on himself and the diner again. His constant companion Pikachu immediately hopped on his shoulder, grabbed a fry and popped it in his mouth. Ash and his Pokémon were carnies. He had trained his friend well and attracted many spectators with his performance. Most of them felt sorry for the guy and tipped generously. That’s why Ash was able to invite his friends to the diner every night, a place that gave them hope where they could experience security. They were convinced that nothing would ever disturb this idyll and that fate, for better or worse, had taken its course.

“Who’s that guy over there?” Brock wanted to know. He had barely sold chocolate and roses tonight. The others held back, but they were certain that their friend was just too pushy with women and that’s why he only collected rejections instead of green bills.

“I’ve never seen him here before. Must be from another area. I can’t tell you for the life of me why he’s wearing a suit at theses temperatures, he looks pretty pathetic to me anyways,” Jessie replied.

“Maybe his car has stalled,” Ash suggested, “and now he was forced to wander through the desert until the tasty aromas from your diner brought him back from his delirium.”

“Or,” Brock interfered, “he had to flee his own wedding because his wife is a real pain in the ass, unlike our sweet Misty,” Brock oohed at his friend. “Forget it, Brock! You and me, this will never happen!” She gave him a gentle poke.

“Enough now with your naïve speculations! Just let him enjoy his drink. We’re closing soon, so get going,” Jessie dismissed their absurd ideas with a wave of her hand, but at this point no one knew how right Brock was.

Dark thoughts hunted the young man. He knew what he would face at home if he was late. Beatings, torture, rebuke, harassment, were just a few words to describe his failed relationship. Unconsciously, he stroked his scarred arms.

“Can I get you something to eat?” Jessie pulled him out of the maelstrom of bad thoughts, of course she had noticed the wounds, but maybe he had gotten those injuries at work. The young man rummaged some coins out of his pants and let them jingle on the table. “Is that enough for a cheese sandwich?” Jessie hated small change, but she would make an exception for him. A friendly smile, a quick nod, and she passed on the order.

“Something’s wrong with this guy,” she whispered to Eddy. “He’s scarred, bruised and pays with penny coins. Possibly a vagrant.” Eddy couldn’t help but grin. “That guy’s been keeping you busy all night, Jess. What’s the matter with you? Are you getting weak?”

The young man could not overhear the conversation between the waiters, but he was sure they were talking about him. He sure made a rather frightening impression, but that was a private matter and not something you shared with a waitress in a diner.

His gaze drifted to the daily paper, which had two faces emblazoned on it: Butch and Cassidy. He had never heard of this odd couple, but according to the news, theses two were causing quite a stir and were terrifying the Strip.

“Oh, so you’ve already spotted them, those two knuckleheads! They keep the Strip in suspense, and heads roll when the taxes don’t add up,” Jessie served him the cheese sandwich and gave him a slight smile.

“Can I get you anything else?” He thanked her and took a hearty bite of his dinner.

The last half hour flew by and the remaining guests left the diner to spend the night on the Strip, as very few had a roof over their heads. Jessie set about cleaning up and Eddy checked the register.

The young man stood up and made his way towards the door. But before he left the diner, he glanced back at Jessie for a moment. A sigh escaped him. What if…?

Jessie returned his gaze and watched him go until the young man disappeared. She walked right up to his table and found a little note on the receipt.

“Thanks for treating me like a human being, James.”

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heliads · 3 years

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Based on this request: “the Avengers fight another battle in New York, including Buck. They win but between the destroyed buildings, Buck finds one familiar face, his Ex-girlfriend from Bucharest. He gets her free but fears she’s not surviving her injuries and he realizes how much he still loves her. While she’s in the hospital he finds out that she came to search him & after she wakes up a few days later, they decide to give their relationship another try”

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Bucky had known that this was going to happen for a while now. He had probably known since the moment he had met her. Every second of sunlight eventually turns dark with storm, and the loud crack of thunder always follows lightning, no matter how brightly it flares.

He had not intended to stay in Bucharest. If Bucky was being smart, he would have moved on after a month or so, changing from country to country without leaving a trace. You can’t turn your back on an organization like HYDRA without garnering at least one tail, which is why Bucky had only planned on staying a week or two at most. If he could pass through Bucharest and out of Romania, he could disappear into some corner between Serbia and Bulgaria and be gone forever. That was what he had set out to do, anyway.

Then, he met her. The hour was early; most of the residents of this corner of the town were still asleep, passing the time away until they would have to get up and face the details of their otherwise mundane lives. Bucky couldn’t sleep anyway, too many nightmares crowded every space behind his eyes, so he had gotten up, jammed a black baseball cap over his head to at least partially obscure his face, and wandered around until he found a street packed with vendors, white tents already set up and displaying their goods.

Bucky passed by them aimlessly, not really looking for anything particular until he saw the fresh fruit vendor. He approached the tent, glancing over the tables in the front. There was a woman bent over some newly arrived crate in the back, but she straightens up and turns back around once she hears Bucky come closer. For a second, Bucky feels like he’s speechless. The woman is beautiful, and she walks with an easy grace as she waves goodbye to a friend of hers. She flashes him a smile that looks sweeter than any of the fruits set out before him.

Her name is Y/N, and she lives three streets down from him. Bucky hadn’t intended on staying, certainly not the five months, one week, and four days that has passed since he first arrived. He hadn’t intended on buying himself the small, shabby apartment down one of the sidestreets. He definitely hadn’t intended to start dating Y/N, to fall in love with her as if he was just some perfectly ordinary man who could hand away his heart to any pretty girl he saw.

Bucky told himself that despite his worries, he could be happy here. He had a dependable source of income from the odd jobs he found around the city, he had a shelter over his head, food on the table, and Y/N, a girl he found he loved more than anything. What more could he ask for? Yet after each perfectly ordinary day, he found himself lying awake at night, head pounding as he thought up every possible scenario in which things could go wrong.

It’s after one of these nights that Bucky finds himself awake after yet another night of not sleeping. The bags under his eyes only grow from week to week, and the stress he feels outweighs even the sense of exhaustion that hangs about him. He’s got a few more minutes before the day starts, so he decides to head over to Y/N’s apartment. He walks quickly, careful not to be noticed by any security cameras. Bucky honestly thinks that he might have made it, that he’s finally escaped from HYDRA’s reach, and then he reaches Y/N’s front door.

Instantly, he stops in his tracks. There’s a brochure tucked under one corner of her faded welcome mat, poking out just enough to be spotted. It’s a dark grey, with a red logo in the center. Bucky’s throat feels dry as he stoops over and pulls it out, and his heart drops with a sickening thud when he realizes just what that logo represents. It’s a skull, surrounded by six tentacles.

HYDRA has found him.

More importantly, HYDRA has found Y/N. If this brochure is here, then that means they not only know where he is, but they know where Y/N is and that she’s important to him. They’ll hurt her if they think it’ll get Bucky to come back to them. That's a definite. Bucky runs a hand through his hair, mussing it even more, then clutches the brochure in his hand and walks quickly away, his visit to Y/N forgotten.

Bucky barely makes it back to his apartment before his nerves overwhelm him. It probably wasn’t the smartest decision to go immediately back home, especially seeing as HYDRA was most likely following him, but it doesn’t matter. He has to protect Y/N, has to get her out of here before HYDRA makes their move. But that doesn’t work either- wherever he goes, HYDRA will follow. He knows that. Besides, he can’t ask Y/N to uproot her entire life just to come with him. Bucky drops his head into his hands as he realizes just what he has to do to save Y/N. It will kill him, but at least she will be safe.

He doesn’t meet up with Y/N again until later that night. He places a brief phone call asking if he can talk to her at her apartment, and hangs up almost immediately once she agrees. His feet feel leaden on the walk over.

When she opens the door, her happy grin at seeing him starts to fade when she sees the look on his face. “What’s wrong, Bucky?”

She’s sitting on the couch in her apartment. Bucky is still standing, arms folded tightly over his chest. He has to do this. It’s the only way.

“I-”

His voice cuts off for a second. “I want to break up with you.”

Her smile looks frozen. “What?”

Bucky speaks again, forcing his voice to come out stronger. “I want to break up with you. I don’t think we’re right for each other.”

Y/N stands up slowly, fixing him with a questioning look that feels as if it could cut right through Bucky’s soul. “What are you talking about? Just last week, you were telling me about how I was the only one who you could trust, about how I truly understood you.”

Bucky shifts slightly on his feet. “I didn’t mean anything by it.”

Y/N raises an eyebrow. “Okay, fine. Tell me you don’t love me. That’s why you want to break up, isn’t it? Say it directly to me.”

Bucky feels as if he’s going to fall apart right here in Y/N’s apartment, but he forces himself to harden his heart. Remember, he’s protecting Y/N. That’s all that matters, even if she hates him for the rest of her life. “I don’t love you.” He turns away for just a second, forcing himself to stay calm.

“I don’t know if I ever loved you. I was just looking for a reason to stay.”

The second the words leave his mouth, Y/N flinches as if he’d slapped her. Her eyes start to glisten with unshed tears, but her face otherwise remains calm.

“That’s all I wanted to know. I understand.” She says, and Bucky starts to open his mouth to say something, anything, to fix this, but one look at Y/N and he knows there’s nothing he can do.

He starts to head towards the door. “Goodbye, Y/N.”

He doesn’t have to say anything else to know that this will be the last time he sees her.

One week later, the headline in the papers says that Bucky bombed the Vienna International Centre, killing many including King T’Chaka of Wakanda. One week later, Steve Rogers shows up at Bucky’s apartment. One week later, Bucky leaves Bucharest, this time for good. He wonders if Y/N still thinks about him. He wonders how badly he hurt her, and if she will ever forgive him. It shouldn’t matter, as their paths will never cross again, but yet it does.

New York City is a tangled mess of destruction and desolation. HYDRA soldiers have dreamt up yet another villain, this one surgically enhanced to have supernatural abilities. With a slam of his foot against the ground, he can send a shockwave racing through the streets of New York, rattling the buildings and sending a shower of broken glass raining down from skyscrapers.

Bucky now fights alongside Steve, Natasha, and the rest of the Avengers. It’s odd, considering he’d only become their ally one year ago. Yet here they are, taking on this HYDRA threat as if they’d been a team since the very beginning.

Steve’s voice echoes over his comms. “Bucky, Nat- the enhanced is heading towards Avengers Tower. If you stall him long enough, we can trap him with that new tech from Wakanda and knock him down long enough to take him out.”

Bucky nods. “Affirmative. Heading over now.”

Nat is already waiting for him there, and the two Avengers launch a series of attacks against the enhanced. Angered, the HYDRA fighter slings a massive rock their way, one Bucky barely manages to deflect with his metal arm. He rotates his arm in a circle, making sure it still functions enough to hold a gun, then keeps moving.

Two bloody, dirty, exhausting hours later, the fight is over. The HYDRA enhanced is unconscious in a cocoon of light energy, and will be transported to S.H.I.E.L.D., where he will be handled accordingly. Bucky doesn’t even want to think about what will happen when HYDRA finds out its latest toy has been confiscated, and so he diverts his attention instead to helping Steve take care of the wounded, which still litter the streets of the city.

He’s almost done clearing one main street when he sees one particular body lying underneath a pile of broken rock and concrete. It couldn’t be- no- that’s impossible. He races over, using his metal arm to fling away the largest of the pieces of rubble. The second he sees the face of the injured woman, his heart drops in his chest.

Y/N lies before him, a thin line of blood trickling out of her mouth. Her left arm is bent behind her back, probably broken. Her legs are already littered with splashes of color that are quickly becoming bruises. Even like this, looking nothing like the girl he’d left behind, Bucky still feels frozen in place.

It’s been a year since he broke up with her, a year since he tossed away everything good in his life to protect her. On that walk home from her apartment, Bucky had felt sick with himself. The look in her eyes when he had told Y/N he didn’t love her felt like a gunshot straight through his heart. Now she’s here, mere inches away.

Bucky picks her up, holding her close to him. “Y/N? Y/N, can you hear me?”

She coughs slightly, and it hurts Bucky to hear how much dust seems trapped within her lungs. “Yeah, I can. Not dead yet, you know.”

Bucky can’t find it in himself to laugh at her joke. “What are you doing here? I thought you were still in Bucharest.”

Y/N shakes her head slowly, painfully. “Ever since that last time I saw you, something didn’t feel right about our conversation. I thought it was just because I felt so hurt that you didn’t love me, but then I realized what it was. You have this tell when you’re lying, you know. You look quickly to the side, so fast it’s almost impossible to tell. You clench your jaw slightly, and then you look back.”

“Right before you told me you didn’t love me, you looked aside. I couldn’t figure out why you would lie to break up with me, and then the lies about you bombing that place in Vienna were everywhere in the news. I figured you did it to protect me, and I knew I had to find you to tell you I was alright and to make sure you were too.”

Bucky just stares at her in wonder. “You figured all of that out? When did you come to New York?”

Oddly enough, she doesn’t answer. Bucky looks at her, confused. “Y/N?”

A sickening dread starts to spread in his stomach, and he realizes her eyes have this blank, distant look, like she isn’t there at all. Frantic, he places two fingers on her wrist. There isn’t a pulse.

Bucky carefully gathers her in his arms, then runs back to the main square. “Medic! I need a medic now!”

There’s one doctor right around the corner, but why is he taking so long to get here? Doesn’t he know that Y/N’s about to-

The hospital waiting room smells of antiseptic. The floor has a repeating tile pattern of off-white and muted green. There are rows of square ceiling panels, one after the other.

Bucky had been waiting for approximately four hours before the doctor finally comes into the room and nods at him. “Ms. L/N is just starting to wake up now. You can visit her if you like.”

Bucky stands up unsteadily, and follows the doctor back down the hall. The doctor stops before a set of doors. “She’s in here. Don’t be too long.”

Bucky can only nod at the man dazedly before stepping inside.

It’s strange seeing Y/N like this, lying in the hospital bed. She looks so weak and frail, completely unlike the vibrant girl he’s so used to seeing.

He must be staring, because she glances up at him with a quiet chuckle. “Come on, it’s not that bad.”

Bucky moves closer. “You tell me- you were without a pulse for a while. Guess I’m just nervous.”

Y/N smiles up at him, gently gripping his hand. “I’m okay now. Promise.”

When Bucky looks back at her, he can’t help but think of all the regrets he’s had over the last year. Lying to her. Breaking her heart. Leaving her behind.

He speaks up after a minute. “When you came here-”

He breaks off. “Is there a chance you still love me? After everything?”

Y/N nods slowly. “That’s why I took the flight to New York. I knew in my heart that James Buchanan Barnes would still mean too much to me to let go.”

Bucky can’t help a quiet chuckle. “Now you know my full name? I don’t remember telling you all of that.”

Y/N joins in his laughter. “I’ve been to a couple of museums. Background research.”

She straightens slightly, her tone shifting to become more serious. “But I do love you, Bucky. I never stopped loving you.”

Bucky lets out a quiet breath he didn’t know he was holding. “I love you too. I had to lie to protect you, but I regretted what I said every single day.”

The door opens, and the doctor leans in the room. “Sorry to break this up, but we need to run a few last tests on Ms. L/N. You can come back in about half an hour.”

Bucky stands up reluctantly, saying his goodbyes to a tired Y/N. He doesn’t know how long it will take her to get out of the hospital, or how long it will take for her to truly move on past everything he had said back in Bucharest. All he knows is that he finally has the chance to get back with the love of his life.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagines #winter soldier #winter soldier imagine #winter soldier x reader #winter soldier imagines #avengers #avengers imagines #avengers x reader #avengers imagine

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ohhmyheart5678 · 3 years

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When in the streets of seoul (5)

*warning* this mentions death, murder, suicide, guns, and other gruesome and dark content if you are sensitive to these kinds of things do not read it

Pairing: Chan x female reader

Word count 2.1k

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It's been six days, six day fucking days since I've been trapped here. I absolutely hate it. I spent the first three days not speaking to anyone and the other three finally excepting the fact that this is going to be my life now.

It's such a nice place. I get fed the best foods, I sleep in the most comfortable king sized bed with silk sheets, I have the best clothes, and I'm still miserable.

I went to the speaker and pressed 1. "Kinely ! You need something?" Chan sounded quite concerned. He believed that I had everything I needed but he forgot one thing. "I need to go to the store" I say sharply. Even though the deal was that I wasn’t able to go in public he haven't let me out of this room yet.

He says I'm not cooperating and so I have to wait. "What do you need from the store that I can't get for you?" I could hear the slight annoyance in his voice but he could never be as annoyed as I am right now. I mean he is keeping me hostage for Christ sake. "Just take me to the store you dickhead" I was honestly so done with him.

I needed to get out this room and I needed to go to the store ASAP. "I'm not going to the store because you won't tell me what it is" Chris was trying to put his foot down but little did he know I was far better at this game than he was. "Look I need pads either you take me to get them, or you can suffer the consequences of trying to find the perfect pads for me which I guarantee that you won't and then you'll have to take me to pick them out anyways, or we can always go with the option of me bleeding everywhere" there was a long pause before he finally responded.

"Fine I'll take you to the store" was all he said before it went completely silent. I waited patiently by the door until a boy comes in. "Hey seugmin did Chris send you for me" he just gives a simple nod. "Felix and I" he simply says while fully opening the door that he was standing in just enough to show his body. Once he swung open the door it revealed Felix. The orange haired boy waved at me.

Since staying here Chris has sent the boys at least once so that they could introduce themselves since I'm gonna be seeing a lot more of them. I've learned about what these boys do. Since I had nothing better to do the least I could do was steal information on the guys I'm going to be living with from now on.

For instance Chris is the oldest and the leader. He calls the shots, he looks over the plans, and makes sure everything runs smoothly he does need to do much work but Felix says Chris is the last resort and that he’s feel bad for anyone if Chris was called in. Then there's Minho. He is one of the main men on the field he's the look out and distraction, and supposedly from what I heard he does a damn good job at it. Plus Minho has a medical background so if anyone gets hurt he’s the man everyone goes to.

There's also changbin he's got quite the temper so they use him when there's need for extreme measures you know if they need .. a mess. I heard he can get pretty creative with that stuff.

Hyunjin, who often checks on me throughout the day is the sniper. He knows weapons like the back of his hands and could handle them blindfolded. Then it's Jisung, they call him Han. He is the best fighter in the house. You can have a gun in the fight and he could still win.

Felix known as the second Aussie of the house does the interrogations. He can get anyone to talk, his deep voice scares mostly anyone , but for the ones that are harder to get through. Let's just say they can either come out alive while missing some part of their body. Or they can come out in a body bag.

Seugmin is the hacker, he can hack into litterally anything. You name it, he can hack it. He's the one who got the information on my dad.

Last but definitely not least there's jeongin they all him I.N . He is silent but deadly. The red hair boy is like a ninja. They use him when they want to get the job done quickly but quietly.

We arrived downstairs where Chris was waiting for us at the door. I figured he was already handling business downstairs so he fetched the two boys to get me. "Thanks gentleman I got it from here" it was his nice easy of telling them to go away.

We got into his car and he drives us to a nearby store. I looks around searching for the right ones as he stands behind me trying to figure how the whole process works. I saw the pack I wanted and grabbed two of them. "Ahh now I know for next time" he says as if he has just been enlightened. "Next time?" I wanted to know what he meant by next time.

"Next time its you know... that time, I'll be able to pick out the right ones for you" that’s so aggravating! My only reason to get out the house was once again taken from me. Chan probably could tell that I was slightly disappointed by his statement so he changed it a little , I mean seeing that he’s talking to a hormonal women who’s not necessarily in the best mood at the moment. "I mean unless you'd like to do it for yourself" A small smile slightly appeared on my face as I handed the cashier the goods to ring up. "Is there anything else you want or need from here before we leave" Chris wanted to hurry out of here because this was time he could be spending working at home. "Nope" I was completely content with having what I needed so far.

Once we arrived back home I was instantly sent back to my room. Sitting there in boredom I looked around for some form of entertainment. There was absolutely nothing to do in this room and I was just now realizing it. For the past few days all I've been doing was sleeping and eating , so I didn't stop to think about it . I was too busy being sad about being locked up in a room by a bunch of psychos.

I looked over at the speaker not wanting to bother Chris because I rarely want to even speak to him. I walked over pushing the number 5 on the speaker and hoped this man was in his room.

"Hey kinely are you doing ok?" He genuinely sounded concerned. "Can you come over here please" I knew I didn't have to really ask him because he doesn't mind coming and checking on me anyways but I thought to ask just in case . "Sure just give me a sec" Hyunjin was always in here and even though Chris comes in often to talk to me he's always busy it's only for a few seconds before he goes back to "work".

Hyunjin came within fifteen minutes. He knocks making sure I'm not naked or anything. I think that it was pretty nice of him to do considering the other boys just come in as they please. I mean I know it's your home and all but a girl needs privacy.

"Come in" I yelled from my closet, I had just put on sweats and a hoodie to get a little comfortable. "You sent for me?" He walked in and closed the door behind him. "I was wondering if you could stay in here for a little longer than you normally do? I think I'm gonna go insane in here by myself" he chuckled at me being immensely dramatic. I put the back of my hand on my forehead pretending to be a damsel in distress.

He walked over to my bed and sat on it and patted on it which was his way of telling me to sit down. "Maybe you don't have to stay in here all the time" he seemed like he was getting somewhere but I was yet to follow. "What do you mean?" Was he gonna take me out this house or was I reading this wrong? "Its not much but maybe you could come to my room. There's tons of things to do in there. We just can't let Chan know I'm taking you out considering he wants you in the room." He fidgets a little wondering how I was going to respond to his offer.

Hell yeah I was gonna take this opportunity to leave the room! I had nothing else to do in the looney house. "Why not?" I shrug not wanting him to know just how excited I was. He grabs my head and leads me to his room all the way in the other side of the house.

My jaw dropped once he opened his room door to let me inside. He had arcade games like ddr, those ones when you race on the motorcycle, street fighter and pac man. He had a giant tv mounted on his wall in front of his bed and a wii console which I havent seen in years. "Told ya" he crossed his arms leaning against doorframe while admiring the dumb look of shock on my face.

"Where do we even start?" I was still looking around trying to pinpoint the first thing I wanted to do. "Doesn't matter where we start all you need to know is I'll kick your ass at any game in this room" his cockiness shines through, a side of him I haven't seen since I first met him.

What he didn't know was how competitive I can get "You're gonna be very disappointed when you realize how much you suck compared to me, especially when I beat you in dance revolution" It was on now. I can see a gleam in his eyes and knew he was almost if not just as competitive as I am.

Twelve rounds, six wins , and six loses later. We decided to watch a movie. "How's it feel to loose to someone as amazing as I?" I stood on his bed placing my hand on my hips. I'm sure he's yet to meet someone as dramatic as me. "We both won and lost the same amount of time so I'd say we're equally as amazing if you ask me" hes right about that but this his room and his games that he plays all the time if he didn’t win then it would be embarrassing. Hyunjin pulls my right leg causing me to fall on his bed. "You asshole!" My body had no control over itself. It was bouncing up and down on its own and I couldn't even stop it.

"You were to one who wanted to watch a movie and you can't even sit still" Hyunjin teases while I finally get myself together and sit up all the way in the bed. "Plus you weren't calling me a asshole when I took you out of your room." I gasped while holding my chest. "Oh how dare you?" I squinted my eyes at him and he laughed at me.

I must admit I haven't felt this good in a few days. I almost forgot that I was being held against my will but the thought is always in the back of my mind. I finally settle down and Hyunjin was nice enough to let me choose the movie I wanted. So here we were, on the bed watching a movie. For comfort I lay my head on his shoulder and her wraps his wraps around me.

I felt relaxed and almost safe. Soon I fell asleep with the movie playing in the background. Hyunjin was staying still trying not to wake me up. In fact so still that he ended up falling asleep himself.

I just needed to wake up on time before Chris realizes that I'm gone.

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missmitchieg · 3 years

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Alex, Not Alexis

When Alex Mercer was born, his doctor called him a baby girl. His parents dressed him up in a pretty pink onesie with white stripes and took him home. They named him Alexis Abigail Mercer. They liked to call him Lexi for short.

At a year and a half old, Alex was sat in the living room watching Sesame Street while his mother, Rebecca cooked dinner and his father, George sat reading the newspaper. He smiled and giggled when Suzanne Farrell appeared in her pretty pink tutu and danced around like a ballerina. He clapped as she twirled and stood in fifth position, and Rebecca decided then that her little "Alexis" was going to take ballet lessons when "she" turned two.

At two years and a month, Alex was put into his first ballet lesson, clad in a pretty pink tutu, just like Suzanne. He was taught how to stand in position, how to move his arms and hands so he could dance, just like her. He smiled proudly at himself as he twirled in his little tutu, his proud mother watching with happy tears in her eyes.

When Alex started school a few years later, he was nervous to be in a new environment. He's always been a little anxious about trying new things and about being away from mommy and daddy. The little boys and girls at school already seeming cliqued up and excluding him did not calm him down.

For a few years, he would come home from school upset and crying because the other kids laughed at him for panicking, needing his Epi-pen, or whatever bad thing happened that set him off like a boy pulling his pigtails. When he didn't, he would tell his mom he was sick, because he did sort of feel sick, and ask for chicken soup and a mom-approved show on the TV.

But when he felt alright, he would just go and suffer the consequences. Until one day in third grade when he met this boy named Luke Patterson. Luke was nice to him and would yell at bullies for being mean because "She's not doing anything bad! Just leave her alone!" and run to tell a teacher to get them in trouble.

"Thank you, Luke, for making them go away." Alex would tell him and push his bangs out of his face, behind his ears. He was sort of starting to hate his long bangs and long hair. But he loved his pink clothes.

"No problem!" Luke would respond and grab his hand, and they would take off together in search of crickets and grasshoppers to chase.

They stayed best friends all though out the rest of their elementary years, and into middle school. His parents loved Luke for Alex. A little boy who shared their sweet "Alexis'" faith and was nice to "her"? He seemed absolutely perfect. Until they got to know him.

See, Luke was sort of a stubborn, rebellious boy who liked rock bands and electric guitar. It only got worse when the pair met Bobby Wilson in the seventh grade and introduced them to Reggie Peters, who wore leather jackets and Bobby only encouraged Reggie, Luke and Alex sneaking out to see bands they liked, and who called their sweet baby Alex. Little did they know it was because Alex had asked the three of them to call him that.

Alex laughed as he stood in the arcade with Bobby, Reggie and Luke, beating Reggie at Street Fighter for the third time that day. Their arcade trips had soon become a regular thing, and they had learned to ignore the strange looks they got from the fact of the four of them being three boys in rebellious rocker boy garb and a girl in a baby pink hoodie, grey baggy shorts, hair shoved under a black snapback, and Nike sneakers.

"Way to go, Alexis!" Reggie cheered him on, fist in the air in celebration at his best friend winning yet again.

Alex blinked and felt his smile falter just a little, giving Reggie a fist bump. "Thanks, buddy."

Reggie took notice of her smile shrinking, though, and frowned a little, tilting his head. "Hey, you ok? Something bothering you?"

"What? No, I'm fine. Just-" Alex stopped to take a deep breath, shoving the anxiety building up in his stomach down. He knew his friends would be fine with such a small change, so why did the idea of asking this of them make him want to throw up the pizza they just ate? "I- Can you guys stop calling me Alexis? I don't like that name. I want to be called Alex." He admitted and bit his lip, bouncing on his heels.

"Oh, sure." Reggie shrugged like it was nothing.

"No problem, Alex." Luke agreed with a smile.

"Alex it is." Bobby nodded. "But is Lexi still ok?"

Alex considered it for a second and nodded with a smile. "Lexi is still ok, but thanks for asking first."

"Hey, we just want you to be comfortable, Alex." Bobby smiled and Alex chuckled, bumping shoulders with him. "Thanks, boys."

"Anything for you, Lexi." Reggie promised. "Besides, it would be weird of me to call you a name you don't like when I ask everyone to call me Reggie instead of Reginald. Just feels wrong." He said, scrunching up his face when he spoke his full name.

"Or Bobby instead of Robert." Bobby cringed.

"Or Luke instead of... Um, Lucy." Luke admitted and bit his lip, watching his best friend's reactions carefully.

"Luke fits you better." Alex told him, silently promising to keep his real name a secret from the rest of the world for all eternity, and he saw appreciation in Luke's eyes at that. So his best friend was both Christian and transgender (and maybe so was he). It didn't have to be a big deal. Luke was still Luke, and he would always be just Luke to Alex. He smiled, silently pointing his thumb at the game machine.

"I like Luke!" Reggie grinned, giving him a comforting pat on the back.

"Yeah, man. It sounds cool. Sounds like a rock star name." Bobby commented and Luke chuckled as he put another coin in the slot to play (and lose) again.

So it was settled. His boys called him Alex and Lexi and he called his boys Luke, Reggie and Bobby. It worked for them. It felt right.

He knew he couldn't just ask his parents to stop calling him the name they picked out that they loved so much, so he just didn't. And he definitely wasn't planning on ever telling them that he was pretty sure he was a boy like his best friends, not a girl like they had previously thought, because he'd heard the awful way his very conservative, very religious parents had talked about "disgusting queers and their sick desire to poison the youth and watch the world go up in flames".

So yeah, he was very much content with keeping it a secret until he turned eighteen and moved out so he could do whatever he wanted to, like cut his hair and legally change his name and get a whole new wardrobe that he didn't have to hide in the back of his closet behind pretty church dresses and ballet class tutus. Like his cool hoodies and pants and sneakers. He still loved the color pink. It was still his favorite. He was just a boy that liked pink. Not a girl. It didn't have to be a big deal.

And he did keep that secret, very well. For a while. Some punk kid at school told his parents and they told Alex's parents, who promptly threw a massive tantrum about having a daughter, not a son, and how they did not raise "Alexis" to be like this. How they were not going to raise a "queer" and Alex needed up to clean up "her" act or "she" could find another place to live because "she" could not stay there if "she" was going to be like that.

"And what if I like the way I am, dad? What if I like that I think I'm a boy, and like that I think I might like Luke?" Alex finally snapped and crossed his arms, and both of his parents were shocked into silence.

"Really, Alex?" Luke asked softly, uncharacteristically quiet for once. He looked up at Alex from the couch where the pair were previously finishing Math homework together, his eyes wide and hopeful.

Alex softened and gave Luke a little smile, nodding slightly. "Yeah, Luke."

"And Luke, how do you feel about our Alexis?" George sneered at Luke and sent him a bitter glare, almost daring the boy to challenge him, and Luke, well, he never said no to a dare or a challenge.

Luke pursed his lips at George and gave him a sickly sweet smile. "Well, I dunno who Alexis is, sir, but I do know that Alex is one of the coolest, smartest, most talented and amazing boys I've ever met." He answered, putting an emphasis on "Alex" and "boys" just to piss George off.

"Luke." Rebecca spoke up, fists clenched and eyes trained on Luke. "Say that again." She ordered slowly, as if asking him to speak again would change the words that came out of his mouth.

Luke scoffed, standing from the cough and dropping his text book to the floor. "I said, ma'am, that Alex is one of the cool, smartest, most talented and amazing boys I've ever met, and I like him, too." He smiled and took Alex's hand in his, giving it a comforting squeeze and smiling when Alex squeezed him right back.

"Get out of this house! Both of you!" George commanded, pointing toward the door.

"Bye!" Alex waved and walked out with Luke, as if this was something perfectly normal and fine, getting on his bicycle. "Let's head to Bobby's. Reggie's already there with him."

So now Alex was taking up residence in the Wilson garage. He guessed he really should've known they would find out some way or another. He wasn't openly telling people he was a boy named Alex, but he also was necessarily acting like the little ballerina princess people used to know as Alexis. No, now he was just that "girl" that always hid "her" hair under hats before just cutting it all off, and that "girl" that played the drums and hanged out in the arcade or played basketball with a bunch of guys.

Reggie came soon after, when his parents' fighting had just become too much for him to handle. Alex always felt bad and wished there was some way he could snap his fingers and magically have everything be fixed, but there was nothing he could do to help anyone. That didn't help his anxiety, either. The only thing that helped, was drumming. So he drummed, a lot.

The boys ended up forming a band that they called Sunset Curve. (Reggie came up with it. Reggie also designed their logo. Both things he was very proud of. And the boys loved it.) It took them a few years, Luke and Alex deciding they were better as friends, Luke moving into the garage, and some gigs at book clubs, but they were starting to get big. Big enough to play The Orpheum.

And then three of them ate some bad hot dogs.

Alex guessed the afterlife wasn't so terrible. Sure, he was dead and he couldn't eat pizza or Bobby's mom's famous meals anymore, but dying brought him and Luke and Reggie to Julie. With Julie came Ray, and Carlos, and Flynn. And sure, he couldn't actually talk to Ray or Carlos, but he could talk to Flynn with Julie's whiteboard or Julie relaying messages to them, so he had that.

And then came Willie.

Sweet, funny, handsome Willie that was nice to him, and answered his questions, and used the name Alex had asked him to. Sweet, funny, handsome Willie that showed him how to move objects by focusing his energy into his hands, and gave him a new coping mechanism for his anxiety. Sweet, funny, handsome Willie that liked to cause trouble with cops, and went by "they" and "them", which Alex would always respect, because he knew what it was like to be misgendered and he was never going to do that to his sweet Willie.

There was just one little thing bothering him on one random Saturday. He hadn't yet told Willie that he himself was trans. He was going to! He wasn't going to keep that a secret from someone sort of like him. He just hadn't gotten around to it yet, but now he would.

"Hey, Wills." He piped up as they were sat in a museum, shouting a little and talking through his stressor of the week.

"Yeah, Hot Dog?" Willie smiled, running their finger through Alex's soft blond locks.

"I'm trans. I'm a trans boy." Alex told him after a moment of hesitation, leaning into Willie's gentle hand.

Willie raised their eyebrows and their smile widened, scooting closer to Alex. "Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Ok."

"Willie?"

"Hmm?"

Alex blushed and chewed on his lip, taking a deep breath and looking Willie in the eye. "I really like you. A lot."

Willie gasped softly and felt their jaw drop as they looked at Alex, a soft smile forming on their face. "I like you, too, Lexi."

Alex smiled at the way the affectionate nickname sounded on Willie's lips, raising a hand to tuck Willie's hair behind their ear. "Then, can I kiss you?"

Willie let out a giggle and nodded, leaning in slowly. "Yes."

Alex leaned in the rest of the way and pressed his lips against Willie's, his hand grasping Willie's neck gently. He pulled away slowly after a while and bit his lip, still unable to hide the smile on his face. "That felt really good."

"Yeah." Willie agreed.

"Can I do it again?"

"God, yes." Willie nodded immediately. "Yes please, Lexi."

Alex giggled then and kissed Willie again, softer and slower this time.

So, yeah. Maybe the afterlife wasn't perfect, but it came pretty damn close if you asked Alex, so he wasn't going to complain.

#julie and the phantoms #alex mercer #luke patterson #reggie peters #willie #jatp fanfic

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missturtleduck · 3 years

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The Girls of Ba Sing Se - (Sokka x f!Reader) Pt.1

Part Two│Part Three

Toph Beifong is her parents’ greatest secret, so they require the upmost discretion. That’s where Y/N comes in; as Toph’s etiquette teacher, she lives within the Beifong estate, training the sole heir in being a suitable lady of society. However, when the Avatar comes knocking, Y/N respects her duty to Toph. In leaving the estate, she’ll become a great asset in the war, and a greater asset to her friends around her.

Knelt in her white robes, Toph Beifong tapped the floor in front of her with two fingers, gracious but silent for the tea that she had been poured.

“Good, Toph,” Y/N smiled, pouring her own green tea. “I’m glad you’re keeping up your basic etiquette. Your father will be very pleased.”

The blind girl snorted into her cup, sipping at it as gracefully as she could manage. It was a loud enough sound that it woke Kuai from his slumber; yawning, the wrinkled dog shuffled along the floor to come to Toph’s side. A grin overtook the apathy on her face as she fussed the dog’s head. As much as Y/N knew Toph had little need for a guide dog, it was comforting to know that she had Kuai if she ever felt alone in that big estate.

Placing down her empty teacup, Toph placed her hands innocently in her lap.

“May I be excused for today’s lessons?”

“Of course, Toph.”

The noble stood, not very tall above the kneeling Y/N, and bowed low. She left, Kuai nipping at her heels as she went. Once she had left the room, Y/N’s pleasant smile fell from her face; she knew where Toph had been going for the past few weeks. Everyone who anything about Earth Rumble knew it was as coarse as river shingle, often dangerous for its competitors. The Gecko, the Hippo, and the Boulder? They were all bad news, and yet Toph had handed their egos back to them in swift and brutal fashion.

Y/N cleared away the dishes from tea. What if Toph got hurt? Or, perhaps even worse, what if her father found out? These thoughts had plagued her mind for a while now, leaving her torn between going to Lao, or dealing with it herself.

With the tea room clean, Y/N stepped into her quarters to prepare for a pleasant evening stroll. Loosening her hair from its rigid bun, it fell in relaxed tresses past her shoulders, easing the tension headache creeping in. On the inside of her jade cuffs, she slipped a small blade on the off-chance things turned messy on the streets of Gaoling. Throwing a thin cardigan over herself, Y/N set out to leave the house. Before she reached the door, a whine caught her attention.

Kuai was lying under a great circular window, the gentle sunlight not cheering up the gentle dog, nor the affection he was now receiving from Y/N. Perhaps it was sad look in those big brown eyes, or how his jowls seemed to emulate a crying face, but she convinced herself that bringing Kuai was a necessary thing to do. He could track her with his nose, she had argued. Clicking her tongue in command, the lump of a dog bounded to her feet and sat patiently, tail thumping a din against the floor.

Opening the door out into the gardens, Y/N stifled a laugh as Kuai practically fell through the open doors and onto the grass. He became caught up in the euphoria of rubbing himself into the peonies that he almost forgot she was there. Y/N chided him, struggling to keep the grin from her face. Now, they were ready to leave.

“Y/N, a lady shouldn’t be venturing out by herself,” A guard, one Y/N was friendly with, tutted.

“Lu, I am no lady,” She laughed, brushing off any status imposed onto her. “I am just a fifteen year old girl excited to spend my time drinking good tea in the city. And I have Kuai!”

Lu allowed the estate gate to be opened, albeit with some reluctance, Y/N leaving almost sated of the worry that tormented her mind. The streets of Gaoling were safer in the daytime, as with most places in the Earth Kingdom, but she had understood Lu’s objection. At any moment, the Fire Nation could launch an attack; the entire city buzzed with a quiet anxiety. Shops were closing earlier, people keeping their doors and window locked. What the city, nor the Beifongs, didn’t know was that if they truly launched an attack, Y/N could keep Toph safe. How, she couldn’t reveal to them.

It seemed that beyond being cute, Kuai had purpose. He hurtled far in front of her, darting back and forth at ungodly speed; he had found Toph. Following the dog – and cursing him for running so fast – she came across a tunnel burrowed deep into the side of a mountain. Its artificial shape, nothing like the natural caves in the area, told Y/N everything she needed to know. Here, she would find her earthbenders.

The dog bristled, whining lowly as he pawed at her leg. She hushed him, scratching behind his ears before venturing into the dark. Brushing her fingertips against the carved-out rock, Y/N guided herself through the dark until she could barely see a glimpse of orange light – flame.

As with most places in the Earth Kingdoms, the entire arena was formed entirely of rock. It was grand, if you ignored the complete absence of colour or natural light, big enough to make the largest warrior feel quite small. The bottom rows were completely devoid of people, bar three kids her age, maybe younger. They weren’t earthbenders. Y/N frowned, deciding to go with the earthbenders’ flow, clambering up with Kuai to one of the top rows.

She was right to do so.

A scream alerted the dog and girl duo, the boy with the wolf tail leapt back away from a large rock that had smashed into the seats a hairs breadth away from him. Perhaps she would have snorted in amusement if it weren’t for the shock.

“Welcome to Earth Rumble V!” A voice called above the commotion – though it seemed to only cause more, that being of the rowdy, excited type. “I am your host, Xin Fu!”

The sinewy man seemed as excitable as the crowd as he commentated on the matches. Each fighting man seemed to grow larger and more muscular as the night proceeded on with more matches; they fought dirty, and most were as immovable as the element they could harness. Well, all except the Fire Nation Man. He was a pitiful excuse for a warrior, Y/N decided.

As Kuai began to growl under her feet, Y/N perked up her head up.

They called her the Blind Bandit. Toph, her student and friend, stood proud in what short stature she had, a championship belt held high above her head. Not in her white robes, she wore proud green, a stark emerald. Her hair fell into her face, uncouth from an etiquette standpoint. Spirits, she was a little girl, tough but still so little. She may have had the best earthbending teacher that money could buy – money not being an object for the Beifong family – but it didn’t stop Y/N whispering a silent prayer, pulling Kuai onto her lap.

“The Boulder feels conflicted about fighting a young, blind girl.”

‘Yeah,’ Y/N thought, a sudden surge of rage filling her, ‘So you should.’

Toph, the meek socialite she was, curled up into herself, a quiver crossing her lips. “Sounds to me like you’re scared, Boulder!”

“Spirits, give me strength,” Y/N sighed, rubbing a hand across her face.

The ensuing fight was something spectacular. Every movement Toph made seemed entirely instinctual. It was over so quickly that Y/N almost thought she’d missed the fight. In a quick flurry of movements, Toph had humiliated, beaten, and confined the Boulder between three stalactites. Knuckles tightening as she grabbed the ends of her sleeves, Y/N didn’t know whether to be impressed or terrified. The terror, though, was not the kind etched on the Boulder’s face, but the kind that stirred in her stomach, boiling up nausea as she thought of what may happen if the Beifongs found out that their sweet daughter was an underground earthbending master.

Xin Fu entered the ring, provoking the crowd into roaring cheers as he held up Toph’s hand in victory. In his other was a hefty bag of what was likely gold; the crowd fell deadly silent the moment it was offered for a victory against the Blind Bandit.

“What?” He sneered, his confidence grating Y/N the wrong way. “No one dares to face her?”

Before Y/N could stand to volunteer, the youngest of the group nearly struck by a rock at the beginning of the tournament stood. “I will!”

Perhaps it was her imagination, but Xin Fu’s expression shifted to something sinister, only for a second before plastering on a smile. By Kuai’s growl, she assumed she was right. As the two fighters circled each other, they spoke, though not loudly enough for Y/N to hear way up away from the arena. The fight lasted longer than that with the Boulder, worrying Y/N and pleasing the audience. It was the final blow, however, that left Y/N speechless.

The boy, shorter and brighter looking than Y/N, pushed Toph off of the ring with the air.

He was an airbender – the Avatar.

Eyes widening, Y/N beckoned Kuai to follow as she hurtled down the seats as gently as possible. Calling after her, she worried that the Avatar’s shouts may have drowned hers out, but Toph merely stood in the mouth of the tunnel, seemingly ignoring the airbender.

“Bandit,” Y/N cut in, putting on her most menacing face. “We have a lot to talk about.”

As Toph closed the tunnel, cutting the two girls and their dog off from the tournament, Y/N could hear the indignant whining of the other boy, accusatory towards the girl who ‘cut off the Avatar’. She snorted, walking alongside the earthbender at ease now the fighting was done.

“So…” Y/N cleared her throat, a small smile playing at her lips. “Underground earthbending fights? Not very ladylike.”

Toph scoffed, fighting a laugh. “It beats staying home and reciting tea ceremonies.”

“I love a good tea ceremony!”

“That,” the girl said, “Is sad.”

There was an air of silence between them for a moment.

“Y/N, you won’t tell my dad, will you?”

At that, Y/N grasped Toph’s hand, giving it a tight squeeze. “No, but I will be coming with you if you decide to fight again. I don’t know what I’d do if you got hurt.”

Toph laughed, clearly invincible, undamaged from her bruised ego. They snuck back onto the grounds easy enough, retiring to their separate bedrooms. Etiquette lessons seemed somewhat useless knowing that Toph was possibly the greatest earthbender Y/N had ever seen. On top of seeing the Avatar alive and in the flesh, the day had taken such strange turns.

Y/N had no idea of what was to come.

#atla #sokka x reader #sokka #toph #fanfic #the girls of ba sing se #missturtleduck

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respectablesentiment · 3 years

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It’s Tuesday afternoon and like clockwork, Ellie Williams and Abigail Anderson are in the arcade. Every Tuesday and Thursday they arrive within minutes of Dina starting her shift. They don’t come on Mondays as Abby has swim practice, Wednesdays are out cause they both have soccer, and on Fridays Ellie has baseball. Week in and week out, they are here. Bickering and jeering at each other as they bounce between machines, hogging Street Fighter and stuffing ribbons of tickets into their bags. -- prompt: redemption, day 6 of elliedina week small town 90s AU one-shot, Dina works in an arcade and her best customers are Ellie and her meathead cousin

(day 1: ache) | (day 2: dawn) | (day 3: trouble) | (day 4: family) | (day 5: abandonment)

or you can read ‘crushes’ here if you prefer:

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It’s Tuesday afternoon and like clockwork, Ellie Williams and Abigail Anderson are in the arcade.

Every Tuesday and Thursday they arrive within minutes of Dina starting her shift. They don’t come on Mondays as Abby has swim practice, Wednesdays are out cause they both have soccer, and on Fridays Ellie has baseball.

Week in and week out, they are here. Bickering and jeering at each other as they bounce between machines, hogging Street Fighter and stuffing ribbons of tickets into their bags.

Dina reckons they’d come before school if they didn’t have track multiple times a week.

She doesn’t know how they do it, feeling mildly out of breath just rushing from school to her shift. But they’re gorgeous and sun kissed and athletic and it shows. Strong arms, built shoulders, trim waists, handsome and freckled and gay.

So gay.

She’s unsure if she’s ever seen Abby wearing sleeves outside of her soccer uniform, and every other shirt she owns looks as though she’s ripped the sleeves off haphazardly.

Ellie’s hair is shaggy, still lingering in the awkward stages of a mullet as it grows from a shorter cut, sticking out at old angles under a baseball cap and often half stuck in the collar of one of Ellie’s flannel shirts.

Dina loses too much time each week thinking about it. Ellie’s hair looks soft, her smile is lopsided, her voice scratchy and she just does it for Dina.

There’s something about Ellie that just works.

It’s always worked.

Dina had moved to Jackson when she was fifteen; she sat behind Ellie in math for two years and she barely learnt a thing. Awestruck and stupid at the slope of her neck and the flex of her arms.

She was better now, her tongue no longer heavy in her mouth and the urge to flee was long abandoned.

Dina had worked in the arcade for almost two years, since she was sixteen, and she’d spent many shifts sitting at the prize counter studying for exams, trying and struggling to learn what she’d missed in math that day.

“Hey Dina,” Ellie says warmly, breaking her out of her thoughts.

“Hi Ellie,” Dina greets, wiping her face and hoping she wasn’t drooling as she forces a smile.

Their friendship was new and tentative. Dina still mildly nervous at times after crushing on Ellie from a distance all through middle school. She likes to believe at times that her crush was gone but over the last few months of short conversations, she knew she was slipping.

“Did you have a good day today?” Ellie asks easily.

“Yeah, it was alright,” Dina shrugs, fidgeting with her pen and looking down at her homework. “We got that history essay today though, so I think another wave of assignments is incoming.”

Ellie grimaces. “Yeah, I’m not looking forward to it,” she says, rubbing the back of her neck and Dina feels two years of her life peel away as she watches Ellie’s bicep bulge in the movement. “I’m not the best with writing.”

“I- I thought you wrote all the time?” Dina asks, swallowing thickly. “You’ve always got that notebook of yours out at lunch.”

Ellie’s cheeks turn a little pink and she glances away. “Don’t tell anyone,” Ellie says, leaning in to whisper conspiratorially. “But it’s all just song lyrics and bad poetry.”

Dina grins, butterflies almost violent in her stomach, her gaze lingering on the slight touch of hazel in Ellie’s green eyes.

“Essays on the other hand,” Ellie smiles crookedly. “Not my thing.”

Dina nods jerkily. “Yeah, yeah I get that.” She blinks, registering her words. “I mean- I’ll pick an essay over math any day but-” She shrugs. “Everyone is different.”

“I’d prefer math,” Ellie says, resting her hands on the counter. “It’s my favourite subject.”

“It’s my worst,” Dina admits.

“If you ever want to study together,” Ellie offers bashfully, waving a hand in the air. “Let me know?”

“I- yeah, yeah I will,” Dina says awkwardly, thinking about how entirely unhelpful that would be and how desperately she’d want that.

“Ellie!” Abby’s booming voice calls across the room. “You gettin’ change or what, dude?”

Ellie sighs. “I’m sorry about her,” she says, rolling her eyes. “She was dropped on her head as a baby.”

Dina laughs, holding out a hand to take some bills from Ellie. “It’s all good,” she smiles, opening the till. “She doesn’t really have an inside voice, does she?”

“Nup,” Ellie grins.

Dina exchanging the money without question, forty bucks in quarters is excessive but they both know it’s nothing new. Both Ellie and Abby worked weekends at their family business Miller Construction to fund it. Neither of the last names are Miller but Dina didn’t question it, always stuck on the image of Ellie in a toolbelt more than anything else. Sometimes they wrap up early on Sundays and come in covered in sawdust and sweat, ready to spend their entire pay and leave Dina breathless.

“We’re getting close,” Ellie says, looking up at the water gun on the top shelf behind Dina.

“I feel like you’d be a lot closer if you just bought one outright,” Dina says teasingly.

“We could never find a beauty like that in the wild,” Ellie says dramatically, accepting the rolls of quarters as Dina hands them over.

She’s not entirely wrong. Jackson was a small town and there certainly wasn’t another place around where they’d find it outside of actually driving to a city.

Dina doesn’t get the appeal, but she admires the dedication.

In the following weeks, Ellie and Abby start to come in on days after practice with wet hair and eager expressions.

“We’re getting really close,” Ellie says again one Monday afternoon. The first time she’s shown up without Abby in tow. “Abby thinks we might hit it tonight,” she continues.

They’d been chatting for a handful of hours, Ellie had come up to get change and lingered to chat until she eventually just sat on the counter. The conversation was easy, Ellie’s smile was bright, and Dina didn’t want it to end.

So of course, Abby finally arrives.

She narrows her eyes questioningly when she sees Ellie at the counter and Ellie is almost immediately pink as she hops off the counter.

“How’d you go so far?” Abby asks.

“I, uh,” Ellie runs a hand through her hair sheepishly. “I haven’t started.”

“Dude,” Abby groans, punching Ellie in the shoulder. “Come on, get your head in the game!”

Ellie winces at the punch. “That was hard!” She protests as she shoves Abby. Abby grabs her and they begin to attempt to wrestle each other, their legs twisting as they both attempt the same move to trip the other over.

“Hey!” Dina yells incredulously. “No roughhousing!”

“Sorry, Dina,” Ellie apologises as they break apart, elbowing Abby when the other girl doesn’t speak.

“I’m sorry too,” Abby says lamely.

“Excuse my cousin,” Ellie says. “She doesn’t have any manners ’cause she was raised in a barn.”

“Hey!” Abby frowns. “That’s not true and we’re not cousins.”

“We are cousins,” Ellie says rolling her eyes.

“No, we’re not,” Abby protests.

“We are too!”

“We are not,” Abby says exasperatedly. “You’re the adopted kid of my dad’s sister’s husband’s brother.”

“Exactly!” Ellie agrees brightly, turning back to Dina with a smile. “So, we’re cousins.”

Dina tries and fails to hide her laughter.

“Your aunt is my aunt but we’re not each other’s aunt’s children,” Abby tries to argue, looking mildly confused. “So we’re like distantly connected but not related and therefore not cousins.”

“I don’t think that’s how it works,” Ellie says shaking her head. “If my dad is the brother of your aunt’s husband then we’re cousins.”

“We don’t share any grandparents though,” Abby says, scratching her head. “So, we can’t be cousins.”

“Dude, I’m adopted,” Ellie says with a laugh. “It makes no difference if I’m your aunt’s child or your dad’s brother-in-law’s brother’s child, because either way there’s no blood there.”

Abby frowns. “I don’t- I don’t get it.”

“Neither do I,” Dina interjects. “I don’t think I followed any of that.”

“Anyway,” Ellie says. “We’re cousins and we need some more quarters, please and thank you.”

“We just need 217 more tickets,” Abby says, looking up at the water gun.

Dina looks up at the water gun, dust settled on grey and purple body of it. “I don’t know if it’s worth the tickets,” she says apologetically, looking at the small sign reading ‘Redeem for 15,000’ in front of it. “I have no idea much money you’ve spent so far, but you’ve spent a lot.”

“It’s the 1996 CPS 2000 Mk 1 Super Soaker,” Abby says, as though it means something to Dina. “It’s priceless.”

“Is it?” Dina asks.

“It’s the first elastic pressure Super Soaker ever made,” Ellie adds.

The addition doesn’t clarify anything for Dina and her blank expression must tell them as much.

“It was discontinued last year for the 1998 CPS 2500,” Abby frowns. “The 2500 has an even smaller nozzle than the CPS 2000 Mk 2.”

“Is that- is that what this one is?” Dina asks.

“This is the first release,” Ellie says. “The Mk 2 has 25% less capacity cause they shortened the pressure gauge and most of them have a different pump with a visible pin…” Her voice trails off, seemingly a little embarrassed.

“The Mk2 and the 2500 are shit compared to this,” Abby says. “This is the most powerful Super Soaker ever produced, better than the 300!”

“Oh wow,” Dina says politely, trying to force enthusiasm into her voice.

“It’s got the best time, output and range,” Abby continues. “I heard that someone once shot a kid in the eye with one and it removed the eye.”

“I really really doubt that,” Dina says. “Regardless, when you do get it, please do not shoot each other in the face.”

“We won’t,” Ellie smiles.

“Redemption will never be as sweet,” Abby whispers to herself, still gazing up at the water gun.

They get it by the Thursday, lugging in several backpacks of tickets for Dina to look at.

“We’ve come for redemption,” Abby says in a gravelly voice, her expression only serious for a moment before it cracks and she’s grinning dopily.

Counting the tickets was a chore and Dina didn’t do it as closely as she probably should have, trusting Abby’s count considering how meticulously ordered and bound the tickets were in sets of 250.

When Dina finally hands it over, Abby hugs the gun tightly to her chest. Dina’s mildly concern that Abby might kiss it.

Ellie and Abby’s jaws drop when Dina takes another identical water gun out from under the counter and places it back on the top shelf.

“There’s another-” Ellie says, eyes wide.

“I want it,” Abby whispers.

“Abby, we can’t-” Ellie tries.

“I want it,” Abby says wistfully. “We can totally get it.”

“We cannot,” Ellie protests.

“Think of how powerful we’ll be,” Abby says, bouncing on her feet a little like she’s torn between running off to play with the water gun or to go back to one of the arcade machines.

“I just don’t get it,” Dina mutters to herself.

It takes a week until they show up again; she talks to Ellie at times at school, but they don’t share lunch period and it’s not the same.

Her shifts feel longer, the kids seem more annoying and her homework seems to make less sense.

Their arrival makes her disproportionately happy, beaming at them as they come over to the counter to make change.

“I see you still have both eyes, Abby,” Dina says almost affectionately. “Did it live up to all your hopes and dreams?”

“It really did,” Abby says giddily, her eyes sparkling. “We’re gonna get his brother now, I think.”

Dina grins. “By the way, we just got in Mortal Kombat 4.”

“Finally!” Abby yells, smacking the counter before stalking away.

“I like her,” Dina says to Ellie.

“She’s pretty great,” Ellie sighs. There’s a beat of silence before them before Ellie’s peers over the counter. “How’s your homework treating you?”

Dina groans.

“That bad?” Ellie asks, looking apologetic for asking.

“Math is just not my thing,” Dina says, dropping her face into her hands.

“Can I help?” Ellie asks earnestly.

It’s later that night when it happens.

They spend an hour looking through the work, Ellie sitting with Dina behind the counter as she works through a handful of example questions in a crooked handwriting.

And it slowly clicks.

Dina’s almost giddy with relief as she understands. “God, I’m so glad we’re friends now,” Dina says honestly.

“Me too,” Ellie smiles softly, her eyes crinkling.

“You know what’s funny?” Dina asks, unable to stop herself.

“What?”

“It’s funny but I had a huge crush on you like two years ago,” she admits.

Ellie’s jaw drops. “Really?”

Dina nods sheepishly.

“Wait, really? Two years ago?” Ellie asks pressingly.

“Yeah,” Dina flushes.

Ellie swears, smacking the table in front of her and pacing in the small space.

“What?”

“I had a crush on you two years ago,” Ellie groans, rubbing her eyes.

“Oh for fucks sake,” Dina curses, her head in her hands.

“I know,” Ellie sighs.

“Fuuuuck.”

“I know.”

“Why didn’t you ever say anything?” Dina asks, looking up to question Ellie.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Ellie repeats anxiously.

They stare at each other almost angrily in their frustration, tense and regretful. Dina can’t blame her for not saying anything and she knows it.

Two years of what ifs between them.

“You good?”

They both startle, jumping in their skin to turn and find Abby on the other side of the counter, glancing between them and chewing gum lazily.

“She had a crush on me two years ago,” Ellie laments, the words rushing out all at once.

“Okay,” Abby says, blowing a bubble and popping it before continuing. “But like, she still likes you, so what’s the issue?”

Dina has never hated her more.

“I- Abby you-” Ellie stammers, looking angrily at Abby before turning to Dina. “I- I mean, do you?”

Dina swallows before nodding awkwardly.

Ellie looks elated, bouncing on the balls of her feet slightly with restless energy like Abby the week prior. “Do you, uh, do you wanna go on a-?” She clears her throat. “Can I take- Can I please take you on a date? Would you-”

Dina reaches out to stop her, taking Ellie’s hand gently in hers. “I would love to go on a date with you,” she says sincerely, her cheeks are burning, and she knows she’s probably blushing just as much as Ellie.

They smile at each other eagerly, thrumming with excitement and giddy with affection.

“So like,” Abby interrupts. “Can I get some more quarters, though?”

(Ellie has baseball practice after school the next day. Dina has the night off work, so she sits in the stands, her homework open and ignored in her lap. They go to a diner for burgers and fries afterwards, holding hands across the table, and they have their first kiss that night at Dina’s front door.)

#tlou2 fanfic #my writing #elliedina week #a break from the angst of my last fic lol #i fucking love abby anderson #i found this one super fun to write

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smallheathgangsters · 4 years

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Second Youngest | Part Two

Part One

A/N: This took way longer than it should have and I thoroughly apologise for that! There have been so many people asking for a part two and I hope you are happy with what I came up with :) Also, I switched from third person to second person, because I felt more comfortable while writing. Love you all, stay safe and healthy! 🧡

Tag List: @annabethgranger123 @marvelschriss @bloodorangemoonlight @chill-bee

Shelby!Sister Reader

Word Count: 1599

Type: angst, some fluff

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It was horrible, downright dreadful, hearing Finn argue with your family, while you were in the kitchen doing the dishes. The water in the sink was very hot, but the burning sensation was a distraction you welcomed. Still, it was impossible for you to ignore the conversation going on in the room next to you.

“She never once complained in all these years and now suddenly she’s upset about her situation?” you heard Polly scoff.

“The way you’re reacting to this is exactly the reason why she’d always been afraid to speak up about it!”

Finn’s voice sounded very frustrated and you felt bad for having him stand up for you. You hated yourself for not having the courage to hold the conversation yourself. To be your own fighter. You’d initially rejected Finn’s offer to talk to the family, but he’d insisted and there had been nothing you could’ve done to make him change his mind. He’d been very determined to start integrating you into the Shelby household in a way that was more respectful and loving.

But it seemed hopeless. The venom, the dripping poison in their words weren’t indicating any progress towards a compromise and all you wanted to do was get Finn out of the crossfire he was in. Tell him to leave it be, but that you were thankful for his dedication to make you part of the family.

“Pretty pathetic if you ask me,” Michael huffed, and Arthur agreed. “Sending her little brother? That’s exactly why she can’t be a part of our business.”

“Can’t you just give her a chance? She’s done nothing wrong!” Finn pleaded. You shuddered at Finn’s begging. There was no reason for him to put himself in a position like that. As the youngest of them all, he’d had it hard already, constantly having to prove himself to his brothers … he shouldn’t be risking the loss of respect he’d gained up until now because of you.

“Look Finn, if she’s not ready to speak up for herself, we’re not going to change anything to her satisfaction. Life isn’t easy and she apparently still needs to learn that.”

Tommy’s voice sounded calm, firm and bored. Bored of you. “Now please stop embarrassing yourself and get back to work.”

Immediately, there were chairs being pushed back and the footsteps of multiple people were audible. After only a few seconds, your brothers and Polly were out the door and peace returned. Finally. The house was quiet again and you let out the breath you were holding, freeing your lungs from the slight pain it had caused. Free of pain. The one thing you so desperately wished for.

You closed your eyes while your hands were holding a porcelain plate under water. When you heard a careful knock on the door, your eyelids sprung open and you started scrubbing the residue of food off the plate, almost a little forcefully.

You knew it was Finn, wanting to check up on you. He was aware that you’d been unintentionally eavesdropping from the kitchen and already knew what news he was bringing.

Finn pushed the kitchen door open and stepped inside, closing it quietly behind him. “Y/N, I’m sorry. I really tried–“

“I know, Finn,” you interrupted him, placing the last plate next to the sink and shaking the water off your hands. Then, you turned around to face him, your back leaning against the counter. “And it’s okay. You did more than I ever wanted you to do.”

Finn’s face turned into an angry frown. “But I don’t understand why they’re being so stubborn!”

“Finn!” you said a little louder. “I said it’s okay. I don’t want you to be upset. I really appreciate what you did.”

Finn let out a loud sigh. “It’s still not fair.”

“It’s what it is.”

A few seconds later the two of you ended up in a warm, comforting hug. One that reminded you that even though nothing was good at the moment, it’ll eventually be okay. That you’ll find happiness someday, somewhere. Just not here. A realisation you had needed for the longest time.

And that realisation lead to a decision. The decision to leave. For good.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

Finn’s voice was shaky. You watched him nervously look around the train station. Nervous about being spotted with you. Well, not with you exactly. But being spotted at the train station with you.

“Yes, I’m more than sure,” you assured him, sending your brother a kind smile. “And to be honest, I’m actually really excited.”

“Yeah?”

You nodded. And while the sun tickled Finn’s face, highlighting the countless, beautiful freckles, the train rolled in. Loudly, puffing angrily. Your eyes wandered over to the steel machine making its way closer and closer to you.

“You got the address?”

Another nod. “Thank you, Finn. For everything.”

“Please ring me as soon as possible.”

You promised and got on the train, although not before giving your sweet brother one last hug. One that was even warmer, more loving. More understanding. A friendly farewell.

London was busy. Just as Finn told you. Busy and noisy. But so pretty. And a lot less dirty than Birmingham. It smelled of luxury and wealth. Like the scent of an expensive perfume tingling in your sensitive nose. Tingling in a good way, one that gave you little butterflies in your stomach. Just like the kind you got when you passed a cute stranger on the streets.

You’d followed Finn’s instructions on the tiny paper note he’d given you the morning before you left for the new city. He had promised you that the man at the address had a job as a secretary for you. The initial feeling of doubt haunting you as you knocked on the door in one of the creepy back alleys of London had been unjustified. The man behind it was polite and very happy about getting a helping hand. The pay wasn’t huge, but enough for you. A small apartment and a place you felt home was all you needed. And that had been exactly what you’d received. Nothing more, nothing less.

And you were happy. Very happy. With every day the loneliness, the worthlessness, all the negativity Birmingham and your family had caused you, drifted further away. Up and away into the mostly cloudy, dark sky of the city. Your boss made you feel like you were relevant. Needed even. Some nights you laid awake, wondering how all of this had improved so quickly, swiftly. Huffing to yourself and shaking your head at how incapable and stubborn your family had been and how little it had taken to turn your whole world upside down. In a good way.

Unfortunately, only a few months in, on a rainy Tuesday morning, your boss was waiting for you with unlucky news.

“What does that mean?” you gasped.

“That means there’s no way for us to achieve the breakeven-point. Our incomes are too low,” he explained, the tone in his voice almost a little embarrassed.

You gulped audibly, playing with your fingers, unsure of what to do with yourself. “What now, Sir?”

“Don’t you worry, dear. I have a friend, a very talented businessman, who could use a motivated and diligent employee like you.”

“But what about you?” you asked him, genuinely worried about his future. “Do you have a plan for yourself?”

But just as he opened his mouth to respond, there was a knock on his office door, his gaze promptly leaving you. “Oh, that must be him already.”

“Him?”

“Your potential new employer.”

“Why–“

The loud exclamation leaving your boss’s mouth, inviting the stranger in, cut your sentence off. And with that, your conversation was finished already, leaving you with many open questions and a little overwhelmed.

Your eyes observed the door swinging open and a rather short man stepping into the room. Or maybe he wasn’t actually that short. Maybe his hunched posture made him seem smaller than he was. He was wearing a white shirt, one of his braces hanging loosely by his side, the other one over his shoulder, where it should be. He looked anything but a talented businessman.

“Brother! Glad you could make it!”

Had your boss’s voice just gotten slightly higher? Or was that your paranoia creeping up? The weird feeling tapping on your shoulder, reminding you of the fact that you frankly knew nothing about your boss and even less about the peculiar man standing in the doorframe.

“This the secretary you told me ‘bout?”

His steps were slow. Heavy. Dragging themselves over the floor.

You held your breath when he halted in front of you. A little too close. You were sure you were able to make out his eye colour from this distance. Blue? Greenish even?

Did he hear your heartbeat in your chest? Was he trying to make you uncomfortable? Nervous?

You gulped. But the lump in your throat was still there.

Then, you slowly held out a hand, hoping to stop him eyeing you up and down. He accepted your greeting, grabbing your hand firmly. His was rough and large.

“D’you have a name, lovely?”

You nodded, reminding yourself of Finn’s note. The last sentence on it. In bold letters. DO NOT USE YOUR REAL NAME, OR MY FAMILY WILL FIND YOU.

“Y/N … Smith.”

Smith. Your mother’s last name. One of the only things you knew about her.

The man kept shaking your hand, making you question if he’d ever let it go again.

“My pleasure. Call me Alfie. Solomons.”

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Love You Back

kit fisto x you

SUMMARY: in the late autumn night, you find yourself sleepless at the jedi temple. what happens when kit fisto finds you outside, alone in the cold?

warnings: ehhh pg-13...kinda sugestive content? nothing explicit tho cuz i’m a child of god :) 1.6 k words...strap yo-selves in henny

dedicated to: miss kenna, who needed more material to read. i know we both simp over the smexy ass green fish man, so here ya go dear! @hxldmxdxwn

Your relationship was hidden behind the shadows of the ever approaching war. But somewhere, built underneath all the pent up emotion, there was a blooming attachment to one another. Hearts that longed to sing in harmony. Fingers yearning to caress the skin of their lover. Lips wanting to unite together as one.

A blissful day dream it was. Your relationship was never something you could pull off. Not with the all knowing Jedi council. The watchful eyes of Jedi Masters and Knights. Had you even considered that your Master, Kit Fisto, hadn’t returned your affections?

Never mind that! Never mind the Jedi council! Your love for him was stronger! It knew no bounds!

But how naive you were! Dreams! Dreams! Dreams! They haunt you in your sleep and lurk in the day. It keeps you up at night, tossing and turning in your bed. A dull ache in your stomach though your belly was full.

Mercy above, you needed to breathe! Sitting up from the suffocating bed, you glide to the shared balcony. It only made sense that Master Kit’s room was right beside your own. Opening the door noiselessly, you let out a long exhale.

The welcoming air of Coruscant hit your face. Relieving your senses, you leaned over the railing. Looking out at the nightlife, you only thought of how lonely it must be for some. A city so big that it was easy to become overwhelmed and distance yourself from those who care. Far off sounds of chatter and speeders filled your ears. No matter how many times you observed the nightlife, you never got bored. There was always an attraction; drunkards yelling in the streets, a speeder zooming by, a couple in love.

Distraction from your Jedi Master was temporary. Somehow your thoughts always led you back to him. Kit’s handsome face and well sculpted build. His praise that was rare, but permanent in your memory. A moment that still stuck out to you drifted back into your mind.

Kit’s body was close to yours. Too close. So much so that you could feel his breath against the nape of your neck. His hand was clenched over yours, which was holding your lightsaber. As he taught you a new strategy of holding the blade, you realized you were in way too deep. Yes, you are madly in love with him.

“Now, try it on your own.”

You couldn’t help but feel disappointed as he stepped away from you, letting go of your hand. Nevertheless, you repeated his same actions he showed you. A blush spread across your face as you awaited his feedback.

“That’s it, bunny! Doing so good for me!”

Bunny was his beloved nickname for you. Sinful innuendos filled your head in a frenzy. You couldn’t bare to look at his face. Quickly, you turned away, muttering an embarrassed Thank you, Master.

You looked back at the doors leading to the balcony. No lights were on in Kit’s room. A good sign. There were no sounds of footsteps. Another good sign. Assuming he was still asleep, you resumed your scrutinty of Coruscant.

A chill ran through your body. Curse the bloody sheer nightgown you wore! But then again...it looked rather divine on you. Complimenting your curves and leaving little to imagine for the eye. The silk was of a rich blue, spaghetti straps clinging onto your shoulders. Subconsciously, you wrapped your arms around yourself. Warmth returned to your numbed arms. Perhaps it was too crisp to be outside for much longer, considering that Coruscant was transitioning into the winter season.

You glanced up at the night sky. Unfortunately, it was too polluted to see the night stars. But you still envisioned them. A canopy of bright lights that were assumed to be thousands upon thousands of planets. It was reassuring to know that at least the planets could coexist in the sky.

Oh, to go stargazing with your Jedi Master. How magical would that be? Strong arms wrapped around your waist. Body pressed against Kit’s, head leaning into his chest. You could almost feel the ghost of his fingers. A fantasy, it all was. With a sigh, you turned away from the sky, only now heading for the comfort of your bedroom. Freezing half way through your steps, you saw your Jedi Master.

“Master?” you asked softly

Kit’s arms were crossed over his bare chest. A pair of loose black pants hung from his lower torso. His eyes darted up and down your body, seizing you like pray. You were disgruntled, folding your arms protectively over your chest. His tongue graced his bottom lip, meeting your gaze.

“Bunny, it’s far too cold to be outside.”

His deepened voice- somehow it was better than the one you were used to hearing before.

“I-I just couldn’t sleep...” you said. “too many things happening in my brain.”

“Care to explain?”

Heat coursed through your body. “Oh, I don’t think that’s a swell idea...”

“You have always told me everything. What’s so different about this?”

You are in love with your Jedi Master! That’s what is different about this!!

Kit was now in the way of your door. Attempting to brush him aside, along with his question as well, you gave him a light push. He didn’t move an inch. Instead, he towered over you, disappointment well written on his face. What was wrong with you? What weren’t you telling him?

“Did someone hurt you, bunny? I swear to Maker if they did-”

“No one hurt me.” your face fell. “It’s just that...if I tell you it could ruin everything.”

You flung your arms around him. He stumbled back slightly, but embraced you with his own hefty arms. Burying your head into his bare chest, you accepted your fate. This was probably about to go horribly wrong. Kit sensed your unease. Normally, he was a patient man. However...this was challenging him. There was nothing more he hated than seeing you unhappy.

“What do you mean?” he asked gently

Oh Maker, you were prepared for the worst. Luck was not something bestowed upon you. You summoned up what little courage you had left.

“Kit, I’m burning for you. This might sound strange, but you are the very reason I cannot fall asleep at night. I-I need you more than you’ll ever know. Your voice, your wisdom, everything about you makes me in love.”

Kit was utterly shocked. “What?”

You wondered why whoever controlled the universe conspired for your doom.

“Oh...” you felt ashamed. “I knew I shouldn’t have said anything.”

You got out of his grip only to be pulled back by the force. A gasp came from out of your mouth as your back hit the chilled wall. Hunger lurked in his eyes as you looked up at him. You had spent long enough with him to be able to read his coal eyes. Kit’s arms pinned you against the wall on either side of your head. It was strange for him to be dominant over you.

“Bunny, you are my girl. Didn’t you already know that? Was I not obvious enough?”

In the luminance of the city light, his green skin was hauntingly beautiful. And his personality- Maker did you have things to say about that. The male Jedi was quiet, but knew just what to say when you were feeling down or needed an extra push. Kit was always up for a good laugh, being much more laid back than some of his Jedi counterparts. ahem, windu He could always tell how you felt, not only through your force bond, but also through his remarkable head tentacles that could somehow detect phermones. yes, that’s canon i think Kit was not only adept fighter on land, but in water too.

You never thought you would be so close to the Nautolan, but here you were. Faces just inches from each other. Kit felt your heartbeat increase at his words of encouragement. A smile was proud on his face.

“So you like me back?”

“Like? I love you back, bunny.”

You giggled. Your hands cupped the sides of his amphibian skin. The texture was very smooth. He leaned into your touch, arms returning back at your waist. Just like when you trained, his body was pressed against yours.

“I love you too, Master.”

He laughed. Tingling sensations lit up your body as he planted butterfly kisses all over you. Your forehead was his first victim. You never knew your skin could be so sensitive as he continued to explore it. Kissing both of your cheeks, he tilted his head down to gain more leverage on your neck.

His lips graced the edge of your jaw. “Maker, I craved for your kiss.”

You were stunned into silence. Head tilted into the wall, nails scratching at his bare back. Anyone could catch you two. He seemed to have a similar train of thought. Without disconnecting your bodies, he opened his door and guided you two inside his room.

Once again, his lips were upon your neck. He started at the base, slowly drifting up. But he was greedy against your sweet smelling skin.

Years after years of pining after his bunny...and this was just the after affects of finally getting what he wanted.

There was an undeniable need for you. A burning hunger that ripped through him. He was eager to take you all in. The nightgown and phermones you were releasing most certainly weren’t helping his case. Oh, and the pleasured sounds you were making as he bit gently at your skin.

“Bunny, you are iresistable.”

You laughed airily. Bringing him in, your lips collided together as one. If you could choose one word to describe what you felt like, it would be heavenly. You two were mated together forever, with the force freely moving about you. The bond you two held was unbreakable.

“I love you, Kit, and I’ll say it a million times again.”

a/n: was i too steamy? lmaoooo idk y’all. i was so hyped about this cuz i wanted to make it like some fucking shakesperian story jesus christ i know i spelt that wrong but the dramatic theme kinda fell through. ahahaha i hope y’all liked it though :)

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