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brenbofen · 8 months

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oh god i have this idea.. rqs open right?? feel free to ignore this if it isn't but

imagine being akademiya!zandik's bf ,, but you notice a certain someone (sohreh) all up in zandik's business recently. you can tell he's annoyed by her but you certainly don't like it when she hooks her arm around his and he doesn't do anything about it since youre out in an expedition... yeah you can see her being fairly attracted to zandik, and you're not jealous! you know zandik by heart, but you honestly just told zandik you're jealous as an excuse to fuck him on the place where they planned to have a picnic, and he knows it GDSAD... yeah, imagine her surprise seeing her small crush getting fucked by his bf + being the last thing she sees before, well... 'getting attacked by rishboland tigers'

yeah thats all, take your time and have a good day ❤️ i too am starved of dottore content (hopefully i can push out ur request soon enough if youre that one anon i have :3)

Poor Timing ♥︎

Sub Akademiya Dottore x Dom Male Reader

Broadcaster Message - Bweeheheeh, this is such a good concept, i was just thinking about it!! also if ur talking about ur 📺 anon, that is me teeheee (> ^_^ )> i kept writing, deleting then rewriting this cause i dint know how i wanted to do this prompt 😭

Notes 🗒️ - Sub Akademiya Dottore, Dom Male Reader, Sohreh is present for the first half, Reader is called Zandik’s boyfriend, Dottore is called Zandik, Established relationship, Public sex??, Murder, Injury and blood mentioned, Nothing insanely graphic, Sohreh watches you fuck Dottore while she bleeds out on the ground, lmao, Reader is kinda mean and possessive, so is Dottore,

You noticed how close Sohreh was to Zandik, her arms always snaking around his, how close she would stand next to him, always trying to grab his attention. Of course, he only seemed annoyed by it. There had been a number of times you and Zandik would be holed up in your shared tent, his hands flying wildly in the air as he complained about the girl, and yet he never made of move to push her away.

And now you were gawking at Zandik as if he told you something insane, and well, he had!

“I said Sorhreh invited me to a picnic with her during lunch and I plan to go.”

You pressed your lips into a fine line as you tugged on the sleeves of your uniform, “Why? You hate her!” You whisper-yelled, making sure no one passing by would hear you. Zandik shrugged, turning to neatly place his papers and books into his bag. “She planed to do so near some ruins I wanted to explore, it would be convenient.” You groaned at Zandik’s words, leaning against the table he had his things placed on.

“You could explore the ruins with literally anyone else, or even by yourself! You don’t need Sohreh as an excuse to go there.”

Zandik stared at you, his bright red eyes making you shiver from how blank they seemed. “Are you…jealous?” Zandik gave you a teasing smirk, tilting his head as he analyzed your body language. You crossed your arms, debating if you should lie to Zandik or not. If you did, maybe he would finally ignore the girl, but he could also easily see through your white lie. You shrugged, “Maybe a bit,” was all you said, just a simple lie to see what Zandik would do.

Zandik hummed, still giving you an eerie smile. “I do hope you know I have no intention of furthering this relationship with Sohreh.” You watched as Zandik closed his bag, grabbing your hand and giving it a quick squeeze, “I’ll be back later.” You frowned as Zandik walked away from the camp, mulling over the many thoughts in your mind as he disappeared into the forest.

You rolled your eyes, wallowing in your own thoughts for a bit, chewing on your lip as you thought. You eyed Sohreh walking off in the same direction as Zandik, a cheery grin on her face. You ultimately decided to follow them into the forest. Perhaps you could have a bit fun when you caught up with the two of them.

It took you a bit to catch up with them, but you soon found Zandik stood over an injured Sohreh, her gaze fearful as Zandik examined her body. She was actively bleeding, Zandik poking and prodding a large gash on her abdomen. Sohreh noticed you and choked on the saliva and blood pooling in her mouth, trying to call out to you. Zandik turned around and stared back at you, a smile forming on his face at the sight.

You walked closer to the shivering form of Sohreh, crouching down to look at her injuries. “What happened to her?” Zandik smiled so sweetly at you, you knew he was the one who put her in this condition, from the blood that covered his hands and the bruising around her neck, you knew he did this. “She was attacked by rishboland tigers.” You could see the desperation in Sohreh’s eyes as he tried to shake her head, give you some kind of sign that he was lying. Though, you already knew this.

You leaned over and pressed a kiss to the top of Zandik’s head, threading your fingers through his hair, “Maybe this will teach her a lesson,” You smiled down at Sohreh, some kind of giddiness pooling in your stomach at the sight of her fearful expression. Zandik really was a bad influence on you.

“I’ve read your notes Sohreh.”

You spoke softly as you walked over to her body, removing the jacket of your uniform and ripping off the sleeves, pressing the fabric to her wounds. “I’ve seen what you’ve said about my Zandik. He really is handsome isn’t he?” You tied pieces of fabric around Sohreh’s smaller wounds, pressing chunks into her deeper ones before propping her up against a tree. “Don’t go dying on us yet, I want to have a bit of fun and I want you to watch.” You stood up and took a moment to look over Sohreh, making sure all her wounds were effectively covered.

Sohreh’s breathing was shaky was you walked over to Zandik, taking his hands in yours, watching as you pressed gentle kisses against his face.

You were both insane, and she was going to die in the middle of no where with two utterly mad people.

You hummed as you sloppily pressed a kiss to Zandik’s lips, hands cupping his cheeks gently. “You really ought to be more careful my love, what if someone else found you both here?” You pressed your forehead to Zandik’s, relishing in the cries and choked pleas Sohreh let out. “I could’ve dealt with it.“ Zandik kissed you, his bloodied hands resting on your hips as he gently swayed, humming softly against your lips. “Now, what was it you wanted Sohreh alive for?” You grinned wildly at Zandik, leaning forward for another kiss.

Sohreh wished she was dead. She wished she had never been paired with Zandik. She was currently sat against a tree, unable to move because of her injuries, forced to watch you fuck Zandik.

You had him on the picnic blanket Sohreh brought, face pressed into the ground and ass up, you behind him, drilling your cock into his hole. “Bet this isn’t what you were expecting, Sohreh.” You turned Sohreh and gave her a big grin, “Watching your crush getting dicked down by his boyfriend during what was meant to be a sweet picnic date.” You snapped your hips against Zandik, ripping a moan from him.

His back was so beautifully arched, drool spilling down his chin as he babbled nonsense. Neither of you cared if anyone found you, or cared that Sohreh was watching, you only cared for each other. Zandik groaned at the feeling of your dick stretching him out so perfectly. He hated to admit that he missed your touch during this expedition, he so badly wanted you to kiss him, showed him with your affections, he just hadn’t expected it to happen like this.

Zandik turned his head so he could look at you, face pressed against the blanket beneath him. “Hahhh- Were you r-really so jealous you had to follow me here?” Zandik teased you, voice wavering and speech slurred, “A-and just so you could fuck me—! Y-you’re so n-needY AHH-“ You pulled out completely then stuffed your full length into Zandik, effectively shutting him up. You both knew you weren’t actually jealous, that your statement was just a little white lie, but that wasn’t going to stop you from using it as an excuse to fuck Zandik, nor would it stop Zandik from teasing you.

You relishes in the sweet moans and whimpers spilling from Zandik’s lips, your Zandik’s lips. You moved your hands to pull at his aching cock, a shrill moan being ripped from Zandik. “Look at how quickly you fall apart under me~” You tugged and pulled in Zandik’s dick at a similar pace to your thrusts, smearing his pre all over his shaft and abdomen. “You’re so adorable.” You laughed at the whine Zandik let out, leaning forward to continue to whisper small praises to him.

You weren’t quite sure how long you had fucked Zandik, how many orgasms you had wrung out of him, his poor dick only able to sputter out small amounts of watery cum onto your hands. You had filled Zandik to the brim, his tummy almost appearing bloated from how much cum you had stuffed into him, each thrust some would spill from his hole.

Sohreh had gone quiet, her gaze cloudy as she stared blankly at the ground, you honestly didn’t care. You moved so you now had Zandik in your lap, with you sitting cross-legged on the picnic blanket. “You think it’d be more believable you were attacked if you had a limp?” You teased, Zandik forcing out a scoff at your words as he leaned back against you.

You looked up, seeing the sky was a beautiful orange hue. Just how long had you been gone? You rested your chin on Zandik’s shoulder, humming softly to yourself. “Ready to head back?” Zandik nodded, stumbling slightly as he stood up and reached for his uniform. You wondered how you were going to explain this to your Seniors.

#📺 brenbofen’s stories #Vincr chats with asmo #writing #dom reader #male reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x male reader #sub genshin impact #sub dottore #sub dottore x reader #dottore x reader #dottore x male reader #this is kinda rushed #cause i just wanted to get this out #vince chats with asmo #sorry :((

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modanisgf · 4 months

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HYPE BOY / KIM MINJI

note— kinda short bc i scrapped the og oneshot 😭

“I JUST WANT YOU CALL MY PHONE RIGHT NOW; I JUST WANNA HEAR ‘YOU’RE MINE’”

☆ pairing(s): idol minji x idol reader

☆ warning(s): none!

masterlist

with the endless rumors in the kpop industry, being in a secret relationship was hard. especially when your girlfriend was y/n.

the way y/n presents herself has caused many misunderstandings as the girl is just a touchy person in general. y/n typically uses physical touch to show she’s comfortable with a person but fans don’t seem to understand that, unfortunately.

minji didn’t exactly know how to feel, her girlfriend being trending nearly every week with a new dating scandal.

“are txts beomgyu and lesserafims y/n dating?”

“are these two groupmates dating? lesserafim’s yunjin and y/n seen holding hands on their way to the market”

basically y/n was rumored to be with everyone, everyone but minji. the latter had noticed this rolling her eyes as she scrolled through her socials, currently laying down with y/n.

y/n could only giggle at her girlfriends expression as she read through all the people y/n had been rumored to be with.

“they’re always so far off.” y/n says to which minji nods.

“closest they’ve gotten is hanni.” minji sighs relaxing in her bed, y/n clinging to her.

“how’d they even get hanni? we barely interact publicly.” y/n questions receiving a shrug from minji.

“i’ll wait patiently for the day our names pop up together in a tweet from dispatch.” minji says.

“what’re you gonna do?” y/n asks.

“i’m gonna confirm our relationship.” minji says confidently.

“mhm.. like our company would let you do that.” y/n says.

“don’t get fired please, i need someone’s dorm to sneak into at night.” y/n whines.

“you can just go to hannis.” minji says sarcastically.

“minji,” y/n starts giggling. “i promise i’ll always be yours.”

“you pinky promise?” minji asks holding out her pinky for y/n to grab.

“yes i pinky promise.” y/n says interlocking their pinkies.

“no matter how hard life gets i won’t ever give up on you.”

🎬: Y/N AND MINJI SPOTTED

“how long does it take to get a bag of skittles..” y/n mumbles. minji most definitely wasn’t getting only skittles, the girl being in the store for fifteen minutes now.

y/n debated on going in, she knew if she did someone would probably spot her and minji walking out together. but she walked in the store anyways, looking for her girlfriend.

y/n soon found minji standing in the freezer isle, the girl wrapping her arms around her girlfriends waist and holding her.

“ji, what’re you looking for?” y/n asks noticing the way minji tensed up, the girl calming down once she heard y/n’s voice.

“i forgot hyein wanted me to get stuff for her.” minji says to which y/n nods.

“you know someone’s gonna see us once we leave right?”

“i know it’s the main reason i came in.”

🎬: Y/N CONFIRMS SHES IN A RELATIONSHIP?

“so y/n, do you have anyone special in your life right now?” the interviewer asks, receiving a look from chaewon immediately after.

y/n just dismisses the randomness of the question and answers, “yeah me and her are doing well.”

“her?”

“yep!” y/n says smiling widely.

minji who was watching the interview before she went to sleep couldn’t help but smile. she felt like the luckiest girl in the world.

she couldn’t ask for a better girl.

📖: HYBE CONFIRMS THE RELATIONSHIP OF NEWJEANS MINJI AND LESSERAFIM Y/N

only an hour ago, hybe released a statement regarding the arising rumors about minji and y/n which took kpop twitter by a storm. both ador and source music (the labels the two girls are under) backed this up as well, saying that the two girls are dating.

amazing day for us sapphic kpop stans! minji and y/n are finally able to talk about each other on lives and i can’t wait for their content.

#newjeans #danielle marsh #kang haerin #le sserafim #huh yunjin #kim chaewon #lesserafim reader #newjeans fanfic #newjeans x reader #newjeans fluff #newjeans minji #minji x reader #kim minji #minji kim

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sleepiexx · 3 months

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Hi sleepie🖤!! SorryI'm bit shy but I was wondering if you could a valeria x fem!reader x farah if you can't it's ok.

(have a great day or night🖤)

Everything is Falling Apart

Farah Karim x fem!Reader x Valeria Garza

Note: you requested this in late December I’m soooo sorry it took this long 😭😩 I wrote a lot and I’m willing to do a part two so anyone feel free to request!!

Summary: Farah and Valeria were never destined to meet, but when they come across a common enemy they find they work rather well together.

Warnings: canon-typical violence, torture (not on reader

Word Count: 4476

It was not often that one of 141’s sworn enemies stormed through Farah’s front door looking to make a deal, yet in front of her stood the infamous Valeria Garza, backed by cartel, carrying a file of someone Farah knew very little, yet oh so well.

“Farah Karim.” Valeria addressed her steadily, looking at the woman for any hint that she would retaliate.

Farah straightened herself up, crossing her arms and staring with the exact same purpose, “Valeria Garza.”

Valeria’s lips quirked up into a smirk, “I see your little British friends have already told you about me.”

Farah continued to analyze every move the woman made, “what do you want?” She asked.

Valeria’s posture changed, any sign of smugness erased as she got to business. “We have a common enemy.”

Farah scoffed, “what common enemy could I have with you and your drug runners?”

Valeria threw the file she’d been carrying down on the table between them, opening it up and displaying its contents to Farah. Farah looked at the file, then back at Valeria with a quirked brow.

“Two weeks ago your systems were hacked by a seemingly untraceable source.”

Farah straightened her posture, gaze turned scrutinizing. She thought through a million different ways she could disarm Valeria and her men, holding steady, waiting for just one reason to enact any one of those plans.

Valeria’s smirk returned, “That got your attention, huh?” She laughed slyly, at the standoffish look on Farah’s face, “don’t worry, I had nothing to do with it.”

“And how am I to believe that?” Farah glared, “Am I meant to take your word for it?”

Valeria shook her head, “No, you’re not. But right there in front of you is proof that it was not me.” She pointed at the file, Farah began to read some of it.

“I only know that you were hacked, Farah, because three nights ago that very same hacker stole some important information from me.”

Farah nodded, a new sense of understanding, “so what do you propose?”

Valeria stepped forward, making the conversation more intimate and intense, “alone, neither of us have had much luck finding who did this. They’re skilled, I’ll give them that. Covering their tracks like nothing you or I have ever seen before, no doubt they have someone strong backing them. But with your forces and mine combined? They stand no chance. What do you say?”

Farah looked back to the file once more, taking in as much information as she could before offering her hand, “Deal.”

Valeria had proven correct.

Working with Valeria who wasn’t constrained by the politics and the rules enforced by the government proved to ensure things were done in half the time it took Graves or the 141. Their forces together found out more about this hacker in mere days than Farah alone had achieved in weeks.

And while they hadn’t exactly found a name, they found something much better: a location.

Still, they couldn’t go in straight away. They needed a plan. Blueprints for the building, how to get in and out, methods of capturing this hacker— and yes, they’d opted for capture over kill because while Valeria wanted the situation over and done with, Farah made good points on how they needed more information. Hacking through both cartel and rebel militant networks is not just an everyday endeavor, after all.

The time they spent prepping allowed for multiple revelations by the hacker herself.

She sat in a cold room, staring down at a computer monitor and debating herself. There was not a bone in her body that was confrontational. An anxious people pleaser, always scared to disappoint. Yet everyone has their breaking point, in which those bones which constantly allow themselves to be stepped on snap under pressure and you rapidly try to mend them with a splint of rage and conflict. Overcompensation.

She was anxious to disappoint, yes, but there were bigger issues at hand; namely, the documents she had nabbed. She was not supposed to be going through them, her job simply being to acquire them through any means necessary and, well, she’d always been good with computers. But it’s only human nature to peruse information you were never meant to have. The original sin, Eve and the apple, y/n and the documents she was absolutely under no circumstances allowed to open. Tale as old as time.

She knew it had to be bad. You kidnap someone to hack into such intricately protected servers, those servers are bound to have something important. She’d realized that as she hacked the first network and the fact that she wasn’t meant to look at the contents only cemented that fact.

Clicking into the files left her with an unbelievably guilty conscience, but that was nothing compared to the guilt she felt antagonizing over the possibilities of what her hacking would be used for. She knew nothing of the people who kidnapped her, but she knew they could not possibly be the “good guys.” Her mouse hovered over the most recent file for all but three seconds before she took the leap of faith and clicked on it. What she found was, simply put, confusing. Lists of locations, dates, times, she didn’t recognize any of it. No major events which had happened, although she didn’t much watch the news. She clicked into a search engine, looking up each of the dates and locations, only to come up short.

Her brows furrowed, left with more questions than answers. But there were more files she could search, she’d done a lot of digging, they ensured that. She clicked on another file, opening up a black screen with a play button and a timestamp on the bottom. She double checked that the volume on her computer was quiet enough that it could not be heard from outside of the room before pressing play. The scene was horrific.

It was an interrogation, clearly. A man tied to a chair, bag on his head. In front of him were two people, a man and a woman. Both looked intimidating, dressed like they were ready for trouble, muscular arms painted with inky black tattoos, a stare lingering on either of their eyes like they hungered for blood.

The bag was ripped off the man in the chair’s head by the man who was standing. The woman remained where she stood, leaned against a table, arms crossed, watching. Y/n didn’t let the woman’s lack of involvement fool her. The woman had the same predator stare as her companion, if not more sinister. She did not take the backseat, it was almost as if the man was following her silent command.

The interrogation methods which ensued were gut wrenching. Y/n felt as though she may get sick. The man’s screams were unlike anything she’d witnessed or heard before in her entire life. She pressed her palm to her mouth as she stared on in shock. Despite everything, the man would not give the pair the information they wanted. Y/n had no clue what the breaking point was, but the woman stepped up, waving away the man as she called him incompetent— he seemed fairly competent at torture, at least to y/n. She couldn’t fathom what the woman had in plan.

Her face flushed and dread seeped into every inch of her body. She had no idea it could get worse, but it did. The man was left choking on his blood, finally breaking to the woman’s will after a mere five minutes.

While her attention was fixed on the computer screen, the sound of the door opening went unbeknownst to y/n. She clicked off the file, opting to open another but she was stopped short by a stern voice.

“What are you doing?”

Her head shot up from the monitor, eyes wide like a deer in headlights. “I- I was just-“

“Opening the file you were specifically instructed to leave alone?” He took a pernicious step in her direction.

She was scared, beyond belief. She knew she had to respond and she had to respond well, but thinking on her feet never seemed to be her thing. “Well it- it’s necessary that I- uhm, ensure I uploaded everything properly.”

His face was stone cold, he was not fooled by her words, that much was evident. “Shouldn’t you have done that when you acquired the file to begin with?”

She licked her lips, shifting her gaze across the room, “I forgot.”

“You forgot?”

There was nothing to do but double down, it was almost like she could physically feel her chances of making it out of this alive spill away and seep down the cracks in the floor as the “mhm,” left her mouth.

In anger, he violently slammed his boot clad foot into the metal trash can beside him, creating a thundering noise to go along with his rage filled voice. “Do you think I’m a fucking idiot? Huh?”

“No- No, no sir! I just-“ her voice cracked, she knew she couldn’t talk her way out of this one, “please just let me go! I won’t tell anyone I swear. I just want out, please!”

The man shook his head, “we will let you go when we are through with you. Until then, you stay right here.”

She shook her head in frustration, “these people you’re fucking with are dangerous, I- I don’t even want to know what they’d do to me if we’re caught.”

He got up in her face, grabbing her wrist with a near bone breaking clutch, “you don’t want to know what I’ll do to you if you don’t do as I say.”

Her face twisted in pain, “fuck- fuck- Jesus fucking god okay! Okay? Let go!”

He dropped her wrist, allowing it to fall to her side. For a moment, he stood unmoving, yet all at once he was impossibly closer, “I’m the one in charge here, you’d do well to remember that,” he snarled. He stared for a tense moment before turning on his heel and leaving the room, not bothering to lock the door when he knew well that there were guards she wouldn’t dare cross.

And all at once she was alone again.

Don’t cry. Don’t cry.

She pleaded with herself. She could not cry, not here, not now. She would not give anyone the satisfaction of seeing her tears.

She sat still and suffered in silence for just a moment, praying to everything and to nothing, that this would all just be over.

Hours passed, and she swore up and down she was driving herself crazy in that room. Those four walls seemed to cave in on her, she paced and paced, thoughts racing, searching for any way out of the situation she’d found herself in that fateful night she decided to go on a walk at night. Such a stupid idea, looking back on it, to walk the barely lit pathway from her apartment to the corner store, music blaring in her ears. Almost as though she was begging someone to snatch her up off the street and take her away, never to be seen again.

She felt sick, but self hatred had to be cast aside for now. She had to clear her mind, had to think. How could she get out of this? Could she get out of this?

She was shook from her thoughts by a loud explosion, like gunshots— no, not like. The closer she listened, she realized they were gunshots.

The door slammed open, some part of her, no matter how minuscule, hoped it was the man from before. Better a devil that you know, right? But it wasn’t that man, no it was some woman she’d never seen before. She knew better than to trust it, but her brain couldn’t help her here. Not against trained freedom fighter Farah Karim.

She didn’t know the woman but she knew she was screwed as she was slammed against the table. Even more so when she caught a glimpse over Farah’s shoulder. No more than 5 feet away stood the woman whose image she would never burn out of her head, the woman from the video.

Terror shot through her very being. She knew this whole thing would go tits up, could feel it from the moment she saw that goddamn video. This “organization” which had kidnapped her would fuck up and she would reap the consequences.

She kicked and she hit, flailing around in a desperate attempt to fight her way out of the grasp of the woman on top of her. It wasn’t until she felt the sting of cool metal on the base of her throat that she stilled. Her eyes met cold, dark brown. The same eyes she’d seen torture that man in the video without a hint of sympathy. Her chest heaved.

“You’re not going to move unless I say so, you got that?” The hacker tried to nod but the knife moved further up on her neck, pressed harder, nearly piercing her skin, “What did I just say? Tell me, out loud.”

“‘M not gonna move,” she breathed out.

The woman scoffed, lightening the tension between blade and throat only slightly, keeping it there as a reminder of what would happen should the girl before her choose to disobey, “damn right you’re not.”

The other woman in the room was aloof, uncaring about the air of violence caused by her comrade, almost relishing in it yet refraining herself, “Where are they?”

“What?” The hacker asked, wanting nothing more than to answer without a struggle but not understanding the question.

“The files you stole, where are they?”

Those files were important, she could guess that the moment she was kidnapped and forced to retrieve them. Even more so when it was drilled in her head that she was never to give them up, that the man tasked with holding her captive would hurt her worse than the women before her could even imagine. But in their presence, it was easy to tell who was scarier. After all, she’d seen what just one of them could do. But that man? Well, who’s to say he’s not just all talk?

“They- they’re on the computer.”

The knife was pulled from her neck Valeria gestured to the desk. When y/n made no attempt to move, she spoke, “go on then, show us.”

She stood hesitantly, keeping her eye on the women as she went over to the desktop. It wasn’t password protected, there was no need. Not when it wasn’t her own personal device and the men holding her hostage couldn’t tell their ass from their elbow when it came to technology.

She clicked on the file which she’d opened mere hours before and to her horror, what popped up on the screen had been the last thing she viewed. The sight of blood spattered all over that room made her queasy, the fact that the woman who spilled that blood was right behind her with a knife bid her no semblance of security. She flinched, like a teenager who’d been caught watching a porno. And all the same, she scrambled to click out of that specific file and into the folder containing all the information she’d thieved.

The tension was thick, yet it was broken by the loud click of the door being slammed open. Every head in the room turned toward the man in the doorway.

Shit.

She’d been obedient to these women, riding on the fact that the man who threatened her not to wasn’t in the room. Yet here he stood before her, pointing a gun like he’d done so a million times— and she didn’t doubt that he had. What that said about his aim was scary, her end seemed almost imminent yet she could not just accept that. No, her body refused. Adrenaline raced through her veins, preparing her for something she hadn’t half the mind to do.

“Hands up!” His voice boomed. They each listened, her scurrying to put her arms up, palm faced towards him. The other women were slow to do it, but followed, scoffing as though this were only a minor inconvenience.

He did not seem to like that.

“What? You think this isn’t serious?” His brows furrowed, and his face twisted to near rage. The barrel of the gun scanned the room, coming to a stop on the hacker.

Her mouth fell open— she was the least threat in this room, why was the gun on her?

“You need her, right? She’s the one who knows everything you need. I put a bullet in her brain and you’re left with nothing.”

She looked at the other women, suddenly realizing that they were fuming. Farah’s eyes shot to her, searching for signs of betrayal. She found none, but fear was evident— must not have been close with this specific man.

She was patient, calculated. And so was her confidant, but in the presence of such a foolish man, brash measures were deemed necessary. They stared on like predators.

Events flashed one after another, adrenaline making it seem like time ran faster than it truly did. One moment the man held a gun in his hands, trained on the talented young hacker, the next a fight broke out between him and the two military trained women and just when it looked like he had the upper hand, y/n found herself standing over the man, hands coated in thick splatters of blood that wouldn’t seem to stop spewing from the wound she’d made in his eye. The scissors weren’t meant to go so deep. Fuck. This couldn’t be happening.

She had no idea what came over her, it was like she wasn’t in her own body. Like instinct had taken over; if you don’t kill that man, he’ll kill you first. But, he couldn’t be dead, could he? She couldn’t have killed him.

Her bloodied hands shot to his neck, holding two fingers to where she assumed the artery was. She didn’t know what she was searching for. A pulse, maybe, something to prove that she wasn’t a killer. That she hadn’t done this. She moved her fingers around when she felt no movement, surely she just hadn’t found the right spot.

Valeria pushed her hands aside, taking over where y/n had left off with 20 times the precision. Her head turned back to the other woman, “he’s dead.”

Y/n’s heart dropped, her airway seemed to tighten and her face twitched as if in agony.

“One less problem for us to deal with,” Valeria remarked with a smile.

Farah shook her head, eyes trained on the bloodied hacker. This prompted Valeria’s smile to drop as she turned to where Farah was looking in curiosity.

The face the girl before them made was one they knew well. Innocence broken. First blood. She had never killed anyone before.

“Oh- oh god. He’s dead- I killed him!” Her eyes couldn’t stop themselves from holding steady on the man’s body, “they- it, it wasn’t supposed to go so deep. Oh my god, I’m a killer.”

Don’t cry. Don’t cry.

The voice that seemed lately to constantly echo this in her head, finally went silent. Tears dripped down her face. She felt pure dread.

Farah and Valeria couldn’t take their eyes off the scene. They couldn’t get a proper read on the girl. Maybe she’s been conducting her crimes behind a screen, never getting into the nit and grit, leaving the dirty work to other people. But one nagging thought creeped in, one neither of them could seem to push away no matter how hard they tried; maybe, just maybe this hacker girl wasn’t as guilty in this as they had originally thought.

“Fuck.” Farah whispered, cautiously stepping towards the near catatonic hacker despite the harsh look Valeria gave her. She kneeled between the girl and the body, hoping it would urge her eyes from the spot where his body lay, it did not.

“Look at me,” Farah said, voice steady, commanding, yet full of tact. Y/n looked up, lashes lined with tears, lips trembling, nose twitching, still desperate to listen to the woman who seemed to hold her fate in her hands. “You didn’t do anything you didn’t absolutely have to.”

The girl shook with such intensity you’d think there was an earthquake, a haunted look in her eyes as she sniffled and sobbed, “I killed him.”

Valeria was slower to melt at the sorrow than Farah had been, burned one too many times by some teary eyed kid pretending they were traumatized only to sheath a knife in her back. But that look in her eyes was unmistakable, the type of panic and grief you couldn’t fake. An innocence that was irreplicable.

She kneeled beside Farah, placing a hand on the shaking shoulder of the hacker, “for good reason.”

The girl shook her head, in a downward spiral, end nowhere in sight.

But there was no time to console her. Alarms blared across the building, startling the hacker into letting out something between a sob and a scream.

No matter how much the women wanted to help, they knew it would have to wait. Time was running out. Valeria pulled her off the ground, grabbing her shoulders and giving her precise instructions.

“You listen to me, you do exactly as I say and you make it out of this alive. Go to the computer, I want you to put all the information— the files, videos, logs— on this drive,” she pulled the girl’s hand from her side, roughly placing a thumb drive into her hand and clasping her fingers around it, “and then you are going to follow us out of this room and we are leaving. Do you understand?”

She nodded, unable to even form words. When the woman let go of her hand, she hightailed it to the desk, moving information faster than she had ever done in her life. It wasn’t like she did high-stress “hacking,” on the regular, just small things, things that seemed stupid in comparison. When she was done, she placed the drive on the table, wiping all original copies clean off the computer.

The second she gave the indication that she was done, they were out the door. Farah behind her, Valeria in front, pulling her along by her wrist.

They didn’t get far before they were stopped. Pulled into a flow of violence and fighting as they went down a flight of stairs, meeting what was presumably their forces fighting ferociously in the hall. The hacker had no clue what to do with herself, staring around aimlessly, for a moment, she considered tucking tail and running while everyone was distracted but the thought was quickly snuffed out as she made eye contact with Valeria. Brown eyes glared into her own and she stood confused, it’s not like the woman could’ve heard her thoughts.

A slamming pain is what made everything make sense. Oh. She was not glaring at y/n, rather what was behind her. All too fast, the world faded from focus.

Existence was fuzzy. Life seemed so far away. A ringing in her ears was all she could tether herself with, floating around the endless mind scape that was her thoughtless brain.

What brought her to consciousness was a stinging pain ringing through her skull, like the buzz of an amp before a concert. She was confused. Looking around, her surroundings were unfamiliar. Had this entire ordeal been a dream? Some weird post-one night stand nightmare? Post nut clarity? She didn’t remember sleeping with anyone, and she knew good and well that she had a couple weeks worth of memories in captivity, but the mind was a fickle thing, and that was a kinder thought than the realization that everything she experienced had actually happened.

She went to wipe her tired eyes but found that she couldn’t move her hands. Looking above her, she found her hands bound with a pair of fuzzy handcuffs. Huh, maybe this had been some weird sex dream after all. But if that’s so, where was her partner? And why was she still tied.

She tugged at the cuffs, seeing if there was any give, but her hands stayed trapped. She huffed in frustration and a slow building panic, what if the organization recaptured her? The fuzzy cuffs were strange, sure, but maybe they figured her wrists needed to be in tact for hacking. That didn’t take other forms of torture off the table, she had betrayed them after all. Whether she had any loyalty to them in the first place or not.

She heard the door to the room open and she sank into the bed, letting her eyes fall shut as she pretended she was still asleep.

The room was quiet for a moment, until right next to her ear she heard, “I know you’re awake.”

She flinched, eyes opening only to be met with the same dark brown she’d seen as she was hit over the head.

She wondered briefly where Farah had gone, but her question was answered as a scoff sounded behind the other woman. “Leave the girl alone, she passed the test.”

The hacker’s brows furrowed, “test?” She wondered aloud.

Valeria smirked, “the cuffs. Any trained professional could know how to get out of these in seconds,” she grabbed onto the metal, tugging on it to prove that the cuffs were still tight, “you, clearly, are no trained professional.”

Anxiety bubbled in her stomach, it felt as though they could smell her fear. They knew now that she had absolutely nothing over them, no way of fighting back, no thumb drive as leverage. They could drag her through their every whim and she would have to just take it. Her frightened demeanor was evident.

Farah stepped forward, “you have nothing to worry about,” she fiddled with the cuffs before pulling them away and holding them up, freeing the hacker’s wrists, “just means you don’t have to wear these any more.”

“Can I- can I go home?”

“Not yet.”

The hopeful gleam fell from her face unceremoniously, you’re not out of the woods yet, she reminded herself.

“Cheer up,” Valeria almost commanded, “we just have some things we need to sort out, until then you’re staying with Farah and I.”

The hacker looked on expectedly for the woman’s name, presuming that Farah was the other woman in the room.

“That’s Valeria,” Farah explained, “what’s your name?”

The hacker's eyes flitted between the women, anxious, holding off on answering until it seemed almost inappropriate to do so, “y/n.”

Unbeknownst to the group, this little alliance between Valeria and Farah which held y/n captive would become so much more than ever intended.

#farah karim x reader #farah Karim x you #farah karim #farah cod #valeria garza x fem!reader #valeria garza x reader #valeria garza cod #valeria garza #valeria cod #call of duty fanfic

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scarlet-fantasies · 28 days

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Living/Moving in with Zeke Hcs

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You move in with Zeke. what it's like/dealing with him/chaos.

::𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬:: nsfw???

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𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑡

𝐼𝑛𝑏𝑜𝑥 𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛

𝐶𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑡𝑜 𝑗𝑜𝑖𝑛 --> 𝑇𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

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🔑 He asked you to move in, honestly he was waiting for you to just say yes.

🔑 He was so excited when you finally considered it. Literally tackled you to the floor in pure joy.

🔑 “Now I can have a roomie!”

🔑 “Zeke, I’m your girlfriend.”

🔑 “Girlfriend and roomie.” He’d say teasingly.

🔑 Now you can expect pancakes from him as he likes making breakfast since he believes it’s the most important meal of the day.

🔑 And you can best believe he puts blueberries in it.

🔑 You two have a debate about waffles or pancakes and it just never ends.

🔑 “Waffles are better because they have a crisp edge, plus you can divide them evenly.” You’d point out.

🔑 “Pancakes are soft and crispy on ed ages and they don’t need to respect math bc why would anyone share anything so good?!”

🔑 “Zeke, you’re being really dramatic.”

🔑 Likes to cook actually so you could find him in apron when you get home sometimes. And he's incredibly focused when he is cooking, dare you interrupt.

🔑 He’s even a bit of a barista and prefers he does it because he doesn’t trust you.

🔑 During breakfast, he sits across from you and he sparks up the weirdest convos.

🔑 Like whether you're his best friend or girlfriend it doesn’t matter to him 😂. I’ll provide and example or two:

🔑 “Is there a reason why your underwear is always mismatching?”

🔑 “Zeke, what kind of a question is that?”

🔑 “It’s just a question, I’ve never known a girl who did that until living with you.”

🔑 “How do you even know that?!—wait, you went through my drawer! You perv!” You’d get up about to hit him on his shoulder. (Not that it was painful)

🔑 “I didn’t I was just doing your laundry.”

🔑 “Why?”

🔑 “Because you were sick and I asked and you said I could. Remember?”

🔑 “That was a month ago why are you bringing it up?!”

🔑 “Because I’m curious! Why do you have mismatched underwear?”

🔑 “I don’t know, I just do.”

🔑 “Hmm I wonder what that says about a person, it sounds like you're still a kid at heart Y/n. I mean to own a pink bra but flower underwear that’s blue it’s obvious.”

🔑 “Shut up! Stop talking about my underwear! I’m moving out.”

🔑 You always say you’re moving out and he gets so dramatic about it.

🔑 “But why do you want to leave? I take care of you?!😭🥹 and what am I going to do without my girl”

🔑 “Hm, maybe that’ll teach you to not look at my underwear drawer.”

🔑 “I’ll only look at it a few times a year, I promise.”

🔑 “A few times a year, Zeke this is not negotiable.”

🔑 Overall you don’t ever actually leave.

🔑 He always gives you puppy dog eyes when you try to leave and it kinda works. Although you always stay because you care, but sometimes you like to mess with him.

🔑 In the morning he sometimes wakes up early for a morning jog/run and so he leaves you sticky notes on the fridge that let you know where he is and that he loves you. He even puts other notes like where food is or anything important.

🔑 Sometimes he has you tag along to jog with him, so yes he hauls you out of bed even when you’re half asleep.

🔑 “Hey, keep up.” He’d say looking find you a little far away because you’re walking slow.

🔑 “I can’t I'm so tired. Why do we have to jog so early?”

🔑 “It’s 8:30, it’s not that early..”

🔑 “To me it is, it was my day off couldn’t I just sleep?”

🔑 “Yeah, but this is good for us.” He’d say jogging slower so that you could catch up.

🔑 “Good for us? I can’t even walk anymore. How can you still jog?”

🔑 “Stamina baby, something you lack in more ways than one.” He’d smirk.

🔑 “Shut up!”

🔑 At some point, he’d probably just give you a piggyback ride because you told him you were giving up.

🔑 I feel like he always sets up baths for you and he has so many bath bombs for you to chose from.

🔑 And probably has so many bath and body work lotions for you. Even for himself

🔑 And he puts candles and stuff there too.

🔑 Afterwords when you’re done showering he likes to massage your back and he’s pretty good at it.

🔑 Although you’re trying to not make any noise at the same time.

🔑 He likes to play board or card games with you.

🔑 And he gets so nerdy about games, especially the wizard ones lol.

🔑 He makes an arrangement for there to be a movie night every week. It mostly consists of mystery, horror and sci-fi, and a bit of philosophy.

🔑 Zeke likes making art so if you share the same interests you two sometimes make art on the weekends and enjoy doing that together.

🔑 When you come back from the store you challenge each other of who can carry more groceries. Or even when you come back from somewhere he races you to the house.

🔑 And you know damn well he’ll push you just to win.

🔑 He plays I Spy with you in the car.

🔑 “I spy with my little eyes something blue.” He’d say.

🔑 “The sky” you’d sarcastically answer.

🔑 “You are no fun.” He'd scoff, acting offended.

🔑 "Okay, my turn. I spy something green." You'd answer, bored out of your mind.

🔑 "Hmm, my eyes?" He'd ask.

🔑 "No, its the grass." You'd reply looking out the window.

🔑 "You're not supposed to tell me the answer"

🔑 "Sorry, you picked something easy so I thought I would pick something easy to." You'd shrug.

🔑 "Find I'll make it harder, I spy something red." He'd say with a mischvious grin.

🔑 "Why are you smiling like that?" You'd break out into a laugh, knowing he's up to something.

🔑 "Guess what it is."

🔑 "No, I don't--it better not be my bra." You'd say surprised

🔑 He'd look at you with a smirk before keeping his eyes on the road.

🔑 "Zeke!"

🔑 When you two are driving he will call shotgun and make you drive. He changes the song that you have on just to annoy you.

🔑 “Hey!” You’d look at him while he’s just laughing.

🔑 This causes you to change it back, kinda like in those movies when two people fight about a song.

🔑 Smokes outside the place bc you’d throw a fit at him for doing it elsewhere.

🔑 Likes to work on puzzles and crosswords for fun.

🔑 He even likes those brain teaser games.

🔑 In his spare time, you can find him doing that or he’s reading a book about useless knowledge.

🔑 I see that Zeke is able to paint really well so some of his works are up in your shared place.

🔑 Apart from this he is pretty fair and splits all work with you 50/50

🔑 Like he will do the laundry, he low key makes jokes saying that he enjoys it.

🔑 “I love doing your laundry.”

🔑 “No, you don’t.”

🔑 He’ll do anything he doesn’t mind.

🔑 Will drink with you to celebrate on occasion.

🔑 One thing he looks forward to when comes home from work is sitting down with you and watching a movie or having you listen to him go on about his theories while lying on your bed.

🔑 He likes doing skincare routines with you and talking about drama from work.

🔑 He'd even do things like read fortunes on cards. Or just read random facts and share them with you.

🔑 Or ask random questions.

🔑 He does this even when you both are going to bed.

🔑 You'll be resting trying to go to bed and he'll ask, "Can cows swim?" like that one meme, lol.

🔑 "Zeke, no of course not." You'd say, turning over on your side.

🔑 You'd end up looking it up with him 5 mins later tho.

🔑 likes to also do stretches before going to bed and will invite you to do it.

🔑 of course that can always lead in one of two ways. But for sure at one point his hands are going to be all over.

🔑 "You concentrate on your breathing." He'd point out.

🔑 "I would, if your hands would know their place." You'd laugh.

🔑 He tries to smoke after you two have had sex and you always catch him.

🔑 “Nah uh mister, outside.”

🔑 “I was trying to be the hot guy in those movies.” He’d defend making you roll your eyes and laugh.

🔑 “Uh huh, says that guy who tries to mimic poses of Renaissance paintings.”

🔑 “I’m flawless.”

🔑 You’d laugh, “Go outside, and come back when you're done.” You’d smile bringing him in for a kiss.

@sp00ksic0la @bubs-world

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#anime #attack on titan #snk #aot #attack on titan headcanons #zeke headcanons #snk zeke #attack on titan zeke #zeke yeager #zeke jaeger #zeke x reader

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helloitisiafellowgay · 8 months

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another part of my Steve gets Vecna’d AU, where i provide very little context lmaoo sorry

i’ve been working on this for OVER A YEAR and still have a few scenes to finish 😭 my draft rn is almost 19k so I’ll hopefully get it out before like November at this rate :)

vague context: this is the night before The Big Fight TM and people like JUST found out that steves possessed and eddie is cleaning steve’s demobat wounds

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“Do you—“ the drug dealer looks conflicted, debating whether to poke at a neglected bruise. “Why didn’t anyone notice?”

There’s a knot in his throat, a tightening of his larynx. “What do you mean?”

”That you were hallucinating? Having nightmares?” Before, Eddie wouldn’t meet his gaze. Now, he won’t let Steve look away, slowly regaining his certainty, his intensity. “Why was I the only one to even consider anything was wrong? You’re not that great of an actor— you aren’t, don’t look at me like that— and they’ve known you so much longer than I have.”

And isn’t that the question he’d been shoving out of his own mind since the beginning of this whole mess? That small seed of doubt, pushing forward and flourishing now that someone else had stopped to water it.

He knows, he knows— they don’t care about him as much as he cares about them. Sees it in the way the kids dismiss him as soon as they arrive at their destination, only call on him when they want something; the way he gives it every single time regardless.

Each girl in his bed, driving him like a crash-test car; the excuse to leave, the cold sheets in the morning. A freezing bathroom at a party, the echo of bullshit refracting off the cold tile.

The crack of ceramic against his skull, the fist in his sternum, the stifling ash in his lungs in a buried tunnel. Interrogation tactics, missing fingernails, drugged out of his mind; flesh monster, the loss of the one male adult he could actually depend on.

And before it all, the steel door, the silhouette, the—

No.

No, Steve knows that he is, at his core, what he has always been: unloveable.

After the reactivity, the intentional cruelty of his youth, he expects nothing other than a warning label.

Danger: do not interact. Prone to violence.

Steve is his father’s son, after all. They share the same ruthless ferocity, the same scarred knuckles.

He has spent so long convincing the world that anything can be turned into a weapon, and he started with his hands; if he squints long enough, blood pools itself into the crevices of his palms, fingernails curving into sharp edges and the remnants of whiskey bottles.

A product of his environment, no doubt; the weight of his family name, absent parents, superficial friends.

King Steve with a hollow crown, sat in his pristine castle with everything a teen could ask for except anyone to make him feel worth following. Like something other than a cheap toy, a pretty face, a chore to be put off until a more convenient time.

It’s fact of his life, something he felt no reason to doubt when people keep proving it to him, over and over and over.

He’s useful— for rides to the arcade, for a place to hangout when everywhere else has been vetoed, to wield a baseball bat studded with nails, the last line of defense, the one who can be counted on to take the hit— but not their friend. Not wanted, not valuable, and certainly not lovable.

So how can he possibly justify this unwavering loyalty, his propensity to follow them around like a stray dog waiting on table scraps? Why he keeps coming back, offering every part of himself when none of them would do the same for him?

Steve shrugs. “They all have their own shit going on, they can’t help it. I didn’t want to make things complicated.”

The drug dealer frowns, already shaking his head in disagreement. “That’s not— not good enough. They’re not too busy, they just don’t…”

Care.

They just don’t care.

Steve catches the moment that the other boy sees the bundle of scars peeking just over the hem of his boxers. Tears his own focus away from those small, circular burns; old enough to be suspicious, obvious enough that even a ten-year-old could come to the correct conclusion about their origin without much effort.

A kid with cigarette burns— not common, but definitely not rare.

A rich kid with cigarette burns? That just doesn’t happen.

“Doesn’t Vecna go after people with trauma? It’s not like Steve—”

His stomach roils, a distant nausea working its way up his esophagus. The younger teen holds his breath and waits, but Eddie doesn’t ask, just furrows his brow and grazes over the puckered skin with a single, calloused thumb.

Steve shivers, bites his lip, fights the urge to dislodge the soft touch and flee the room. He doesn’t.

Eddie goes back to taping the raw edges of his wounds closed.

A sick, twisted heat takes root in his stomach; invasive and insatiable, it chokes out his heart until it has nowhere left to go except up into his throat, and flourishes in the abandoned cavity left behind.

“Do you think when he chose me… do you think he knew?” Steve’s a conglomeration of dull apathy and the underlying static of panic; he feels like he’s back under the water, suspended in time and trying desperately not to drown. “That I wouldn’t say anything? Wouldn’t want to tell them, you, about… That… that they don’t…?”

The musician pulls out a roll of gauze, presses one end to his rib cage with more care than anyone has shown him in a long time.

“I think that you hide so much from everyone, more than anyone thinks that you do. And I think that, to someone like him, it’s easy to mistake that for shame.”

Oh.

“And what if I am?” Steve clenches his jaw, flattens his lips to disguise their infernal trembling. “Ashamed… of being known? Afraid that people will hate what they find, if I were to let people in— share those parts of myself?”

The last of the sunset dissipates from the sky, leaves the world outside of the window cast in a deep indigo.

A murmur, almost subconsciously, from his healer: “Isn’t everyone?”

He is some sort of wretched thing— must be, to warrant this raw, gnawing ache in his core. The withering, the erosion at the fringes of his being, exposing the live-wire at the heart of him.

Pressure, as the dressing is applied to his wounds. The light brush of skin against skin.

“You aren’t an inconvenience, you know.” Eddie wraps the last of the bandage around his abdomen, secures it in place. “You are allowed to ask for help. And other people want to help, if you let them.”

The babysitter hums, a non-answer, omitted confirmation. Can do little else, lest he wilt under the force of this personification of a star.

“I might not know why none of the kids said anything, but...“ Off to the side, the discarded towel is depositing water on the floor. When Eddie reaches for it, there’s a damp patch on his jeans that the babysitter stares at while his hands are taken, dabbed at with damp cotton. “Robin, Nancy, and I literally followed you into hell. You’re not taking anything from us that we wouldn’t freely give.”

The older boy’s gaze is wild, reverent. From where he is crouched in front of Steve, it must look like he’s kneeling before a monarch, a King.

What a resolute act of devotion: tending to the wounds of a martyr, washing the blood from each finger as if every millimeter of exposed skin is something worth defending.

Steve doesn’t know what he’s done to deserve such absolution; this exoneration from all of the sin coating his fingers and dripping from his teeth. He is nothing more than a child devouring overripe berries in another family’s garden, filling his vacant stomach with sweet crimson nectar that he will never be able to justify aching for.

He is no deity, no patron saint or messiah. He’s barely a king. ”I’m not worth—“

He has never been religious— or, at least definitely not after the monsters came into the picture. But he knew then, knows now— there is no heavenly father, no almighty God, that could give him back that purity, that holy golden ichor.

Whenever Steve had plead to this creator, prayed for help while pinned to the ground under the malicious intent of another— there was no response. Just the echo of his faith, his questions, being tossed back at him, neglected and unanswered.

”You’re worth everything, Steve Harrington.” Eddie’s intensity, his conviction, makes Steve’s heart lurch somewhere in his chest. “There is nothing you could ask from us that you haven’t deserved a hundred times over.”

The cloth, damp and abrasive against his palms, collects strawberry residue within its woven fibers.

His crown must be less hollow than he thought.

There is no god that can restore his virtue, slip the innocence back into his pockets, baptize him in the light of unconditional love— but Eddie… Eddie is just a man.

Just a man, who wiped each of his fingers clean; dressed his wounds with such gentle hands. Just a man, who kissed each bruise, each old scar, without the intent to hurt.

Just a man who held him, who pulled him back when his whole body was on the edge of a precipice.

Who answered his questions without judgement— without stripping him of his divinity, casting him down from the heavenly throne and into the sulphuric pits of eternal damnation.

Just this boy, who looks at him like he is worth more here, in this moment, than he ever would be nailed to a cross.

What god has ever done that for him?

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things fic #eddie stranger things #steve stranger things #steve harrington has bad parents #steve gets vecna’d so that’s fun #got that religious trauma core #is it too obvious lmaoo #steve is very much In Love and making their relationship into more than what it is #which is a whole mood #like bro u just started hanging out like four days ago #chill tf out #don’t worry tho eddie also likes him but DAMN #fanfic #wip

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ddemurezy · 1 year

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y'all- I had an idea of a fanfic. its a stupid and crazy idea but idk😭 this is inspired by the jujutsu kaisen fanfic I read here in tumblr called the sweet old lady is a witch (I forgot the author but its so good, I def recommend it)

now, i would write it but I suck at writing and im too lazy so i'll just leave this fanfic suggestion here. wanda!reader x hotd.

the reader is wanda—if that makes sense—so, she got wanda's powers and past and storyline and she's just wanda.

after the whole DSMOM events, when the mount wundagore (i think thats what is was called) collapsed on her (wanda!reader), she transported somewhere, and ended up in dragonstone and the royal guards found her and informed the king yada yada yada.

Its a dumb idea but i just want to see how this story would go and how the Targaryens would react to her (wanda!reader) having powers and being so powerful. and how she would feel having a new home and moving on from the wandavision events and aou with her family's death.

i was debating whether it'd be a daemon or aemond x reader bc I thought it would be a great match or smth but it just might be me, but yk, you guys can decide.

(edit: if anyone is actually going to write this, please tag me bc i really wanna read it!!)

#aemond targaryen x reader #hotd x reader #jacaerys x reader #house of the dragon #hotd imagine #daemon targaryen x reader #wanda maximoff #aemond fanfiction #daemon fanfic #hotd fanfic

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gokubrain · 7 months

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hello!! i wanted to ask what you think about the cell arc and cell in general :-) it’s my absolute favorite arc and i just love cell so much, i don’t have anyone to discuss my dragon ball thoughts with so i’m excited to hear what you have to say😄

HELLO i have lots to say so buckle in LOL

overall, when ranking the Z arcs, i unfortunately have to put cell arc at the bottom. THAT DOESN’T MEAN ITS BAD BY ANY MEANS THOUGH !!! i love the cell arc, i love cell, i love gohan, i love trunks, i love the androids. its just that when i compare it to the other arcs, it falls a little short lol..

i think the reason i rank it so low compared to other arcs largely has to do with goku and vegeta’s (separate) character arcs lol. it’s both of their WORST arcs by far. neither of them are ever present, and when they are present… theyre not making the best decisions lmfao specifically vegeta man i cannot STAND him in cell arc he really really gets on my nerves. goku is more understandable and requires a deeper explanation but vegeta simply just SUCKS in this arc lmfao

this is gohan’s best arc tho by far. and if ur a fan of side characters like piccolo and krillin then cell arc is a great arc for u ! this is basically everyone’s best arc but goku n vegeta lolol

dont even get me started on cell himself.. >_< 💕 he’s such a handsome guy lol there’s a lot of weird homosexual tension between him and goku for some reason IM NOT COMPLAINING THO i eat that shit up im a cellku lover til death 🔥✊

also i love trunks so much omg literally one of the best characters in fiction period. full stop. i adore that boy 🫶

i guess i’ll discuss the goku senzu scene too LMFAO .. since it needs to be said…… people are incredibly harsh on goku for giving cell a senzu bean. like, TOO harsh. he wasn’t doing it maliciously and he wasn’t doing it out of stupidity, as everyone in this dumbass fandom claims. goku is smart okay if you disagree thats fine but ur wrong, he’s very smart when it comes to battle and he wasn’t really considering gohan’s feelings about fighting when planning to awaken ssj2 in him. like .. okay .. the way i see it is that goku’s whole existence revolves around fighting and battle and growing stronger. its all he thinks about all day every day. and to want his son to be as strong as he can be isn’t an act of selfishness, it’s goku’s way of trying to help and bond with gohan. his heart is in the right place seriously he isnt trying to be selfish at all its just… actually a very smart way to approach it, its just that goku wasn’t really considering what gohan wanted because he couldnt fathom anyone not wanting to grow in strength.. he is proud of gohan and wants him to be the best he can be.. idc idc goku is a good dad. we all fuck up sometimes okay he’s a way better dad than fucking vegeta by any and all measure i’m sorry its true tho lol i’d go into this more but i feel kinda weird having this whole analysis of one scene in the middle of this otherwise brief arc review so 😭 i’ll move on

all in all cell arc is rly great, theres constantly shit happening and everyone is in deep distress 100% of the time which is rly entertaining to watch lmao its also a great arc for a lot of characters, other z fighters who arent goku and vegeta get the chance to shine in this arc and thats epic. unfortunately tho vegeta is unbearable and goku is …. debatably questionable in this arc so it goes at the bottom for me 💔 still adore it tho

#thanks for asking hehe #sorry its so rambly #you know me… cant ever shut up #i think about the gohan and goku situation quite a lot #it sucks. its just a shitty scenario #what goku did had to be done but it still sucks #he was only thinking in terms of battle strategy.. cuz its what he knows…#no i cant i have to stop talking abt it lolol #ill ramble about it forever cuz gohan and goku’s relationship is very important to me #i have a lot of thoughts on it #anyway #dbz #answered

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musette22 · 1 year

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Obviously, 2022 was a shitshow in many regards. Lots of bad stuff happened, particularly in the world in general, and in my personal life, too. Nevertheless!

I’d like to take a minute to acknowledge the good things that happened in my life as well, because while they don’t won’t make the bad things any better, the good things matter, too – they’re just easier to forget 🙃

So because I love making lists, I made a list! And then debated whether or not to post it on here or to just keep it to myself and my loved ones, but eh, what’s the harm in sharing? Most of you won’t be interested in reading about all this of course, but maybe some of you are, and maybe it’ll remind someone else of the good things that happened in their life as well. Who knows.

So, here goes (I’ll start off with some fandom things and put the more personal stuff & some pics under the cut):

Most importantly (lol) (no but really): I finally saw Chris in the flesh this year, at the Lightyear premiere in London, on his birthday. AAAHHH 😭💙🌟

Sebastian was nominated for an Emmy and a Golden Globe this year!!! 🏆

Both our boys had a highly successful 2022 and we got so much amazing content from both of them ✨️

I made some wonderful new fandom friends (you know who you are) who made this year infinitely better, and this fandom gained a ton of incredibly talented authors and artists whose beautiful writing I got to enjoy. Thank you all, from the bottom of my heart, for making my own & many people's lives a little (a lot) better 💘

I wrote a few fics that I’m really proud of this year (even if I’d have liked to have written more) and I'd like to think I’ve grown and improved as a writer compared to last year✍️🏻

I got another Stucky tattoo ❤️

I met up with some very awesome fandom pals in real life, twice! @ohhsodebonair & @puppypeter - I love you to bits 🥰💫

I got to go back to some of my absolute favourite cities in the world in 2022. I went to London (and Oxford) twice this year, and I saw some of my best friends again for the first time since moving back to the Netherlands/since the pandemic, which was absolutely wonderful 🇬🇧

I went back to Italy, for the first time in years and spent a couple of glorious weeks in Florence and Venice in springtime, drinking wine and revisiting all my fave spots from when I used to go there a lot as an art history student 🇮🇹

I went back to New York in the autumn and also got to see beautiful Boston for the first time, and had an amazing vacation there which included a few other first times as well (first time seeing Harvard, first time seeing the Phantom of the Opera on stage, first time visiting Madison Square Garden, first visit to the MoMA and seeing Starry Night etc.) 🇺🇸

I’ve been self-employed for a few years now, and this year was a considerably better one for my business than last year (I put in the hours too, maybe a little too many hours, but it did yield results) 🪙

I spent lots of time with my friends and their little ones and got to see them grow and turn into amazing little people 🥺💖

I got back on track with running and am back to doing weekly 10ks now 🏃🏻‍♀️

I started doing Duolingo again for Italian and it went way better than expected (all that stuff I learned during all those language courses over the years is still there somewhere!) 🦉💚

I figured out some really complicated stuff this year (health stuff and financial stuff) and I’m quite proud of myself for persevering until I had the answers I needed 💪🏻

There were several moments this year, particularly in the last month or so, where I looked back at a situation that had occurred previously and realised how much I had learned from it, and that I handle similar situations differently now. Call that growth, I guess 😌🌱

Alright, that’s the gist of it, I think! If anyone else would like to share their highlights too, I’d love to read about them!! 💗 And here's to 2023: maybe it bring us all more good stuff than bad stuff! 🙏🏻💫

And because I can't help myself, a little collage of some of my favourite pics/moments from this year 🥰

#have an amazing NYE everyone 🍾🎆✨️🥂🥰#I hope you all have a fantastic end to 2022 and an auspicious start to 2023!!!#I love you all so much 💖💖💖#thank you to all of you for making this fandom so brilliant and special #and for making my life better #you rock #💕💯💗#minnie talks

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jsluvtzu · 5 months

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hi! i have been debating on when exactly to post this, but i decided to just get it over with.

between balancing school, work, and life in general, i essentially have no time nor motivation to write anymore. it’s safe to say that i’m closing this chapter of my life and leaving tumblr as a whole 😭 however, my works will still be up and available to anyone who wants to read it! (who knows i might come back in due time) but as of now, i’ll be inactive and taking an indefinite break.

a big thank you to anyone who’s ever appreciated and those will appreciate my fics in the future, my time here was made memorable because of you :)

#j talks #thank you thank you #it was fun while it lasted #mwahmwah love you all #also i just realized i never completed my strawberry kisses sequel #i’m so sorry 😭

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hitmewithabusposts · 2 years

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The new cast of jackass freaking out over the famous reader who is married to Johnny who came to visit that fine silver fox-I mean her husband 😭💗

I LOVE THIS! I have a slightly suggestive silver foxville fic in my drafts rn I’m debating on posting…so maybe this will help me post that because that man is still fine as hell😭🫣

Out with the Old

Knox x reader

I arrived on set, but because of covid it was the first time I was allowed to visit my husband and all his friends while they were filming, it was also the first time I’d be officially meeting the new guys.

Johnny said they were filming a bit with Rachel, Poopies, and Steveo where they had to be “mimes” and right away I saw the mime costumes and Knox in a green cardigan and his raybans that haven’t left his side for 20 years.

When Knox saw me, his face lit up and he jogged over to me, wrapping his arms around my waist, and bending down to kiss me, my hand sliding up to his jaw. He didn’t know I was coming today either, I’d been filming for a show up in Canada the past 2 weeks so he’d only been able to fly out once to see me since they were filming Jackass right now too, so I talked to Jeff and wanted to surpise him.

We met back in 2005, both of us on set for some movie and after filming was done for that, he asked me out. And 4 years later he proposed, and we’ve been married since then. The other guys of Jackass have just become complete family to me too, spending so much time with them at premiers, dinners, and visiting everyone on set when I wasn’t filming something of my own.

“God honey, what are you doing here?” He asked suprised, his hands holding my hips still. “We got done filming early, and I wanted to suprise you, so I talked to Jeff and he said I could come” I said, running my hand down his chest, feeling him flex under his tee shirt.

“I’ve missed you” he told me, engulfing me in another hug that I’ve missed. “C‘mon, we just have a bit more to film, but you can see some of the old guys who are here and I’ll introduce you to the new ones, then I’m taking you home” he said, throwing me a wink under his sunglasses.

By now everyone was starting, and the new people were talking amongst themselves, pointing over at me. When me and Knox started to approach, Chris instantly ran over to hug me. “I’ve missed you, this man hasn’t shut up about you since filming started” he said, making Johnny’s cheeks blush. I looked over at him, and his silver hair that was shining in the sunlight, and reflecting off his tan skin. If anyone ages like fine wine, it’s my husband.

The new guys had slowly approached us, so I turned to them and said, “hey guys! I’m y/n, I’m married to this old man” I joked, poking Knox in his arm, as he was standing behind me, hugging me with his head on my shoulder.

“we know who you are! Everyone here always talks about you and you’re one of my favorite actresses!” Rachel said, coming up to give me a hug. “It’s so nice to see a girl around here for a change! Keep them in shape for me when I’m not around” I joked, getting a laugh from everyone.

Poopies talked next saying, “wow, I totally had a crush on you when I was a kid” and then turned to Knox and said, “you’re a lucky man dude” getting everyone to laugh again, and a slap to the arm from Knox.

“Thank god you showed up, Knox has been relentless and getting on everyone’s nerves, I think he just needs laid” Steveo joked, telling me about how much of a handful he’d been the past couple weeks, especially with the tasers which didn’t surprise me.

We all stood around and talked, and I watched Steveo get his shins absolutely destroyed with a skateboard, before Knox was back at my side, his arm around my waist. “Wanna get out of here sweetheart?” He asked lowly, running a big hand down my side. “Of course, old man” I joked, making him smile and kiss my head.

“We’re out for the night, we’ll see you guys in the morning!” He yelled, multiple people waving or yelling “see ya later” back. Jeff yelling “don’t have too much fun kids”, getting a middle finger from me and a “this is why I taze you Jeff” from Knox as we walked to his car.

He held the door open for me and ran around to the drivers seat, instantly holding my hand in his over the counsel. “So, what do you think of the new guys?” He asked, turning his head to look at me with that million-dollar smile I fell for.

“They’re super funny, I can’t wait to meet the others, you picked good honey” I told him, to which he kissed the back of my hand and said, “well I’m married to you, so obviously I know how to pick ‘em”

#jackass #johnny knoxville #request #jackass forever #silver foxville #pj clapp #rachel wolfson #poopies #steve o #jeff tremaine #anon request

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Hi omg I love ur work🥺🥺 I was wondering if u could do Edward nashton meeting his old crush from the orphanage while he is riddler accidentally? Like they both wanna kill this guy and he realises who she is 🥺🥺💕💕 thank u

Oh my god, I love this idea! I’m afraid I got a little carried away and it ended up becoming a full on fic at this point but… hopefully you’ll enjoy!

Warnings for fluff, the first parts are literally the cutest thing I’ve written 💚 also for talk of death and murder but this is Eddie/Riddler we’re talking about so 😂 I apologise in advance for any OOC nonsense, it’s been a long few weeks for me 😭

Also, there aren’t any gender terms so I suppose this is a gender neutral reader but I’ll admit that while writing it, I was imagining myself (a woman) 😅 I imagine the reader later on in the story is a little like Selina Kyle because… well, you’ll see. Hopefully it’ll make sense in the story! But the reader doesn’t have a particular gender in this story so… yep! All genders can enjoy! ❤️

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After the death of your parents, you were of course sent to the Gotham Orphanage. It was difficult enough losing both of your parents, let alone being forced to now live in what was quite possibly the most underfunded, dirty, cold orphanage in the world. To add, the adults in charge were unsympathetic, not caring that you were grieving your lost family, and the other kids were largely no better from what you could tell. You immediately hated it there, and you wished more than ever that you could go back to how things were before - you and your parents, happy and together.

There was soon one bright spot though.

You had seen the shy boy with glasses a few times around the orphanage, usually reading or working on some kind of puzzle; he didn’t appear to have any friends, and you’d even overheard some of the other kids make fun of him, but because they were older and bigger, you hadn’t been able to step in. He seemed so unlike the other children at the orphanage, you thought, and you wondered if it might be worth speaking to him - even if you only had one friend, it was bound to be less lonely than having none. It took a few weeks before you had the right opportunity to talk to him away from anyone else and also after settling into your new “home”, but eventually the right moment came.

It had been a chilly autumn day, and you saw him sitting outside under a tree away from the other children playing - you didn’t really want to play with any of the other kids, so you decided you’d speak to the shy boy, maybe ask what he was doing. You noticed that he looked surprised when you sat down opposite him, glancing around as if expecting you to be sitting with someone else, as if you were only sitting near him as a coincidence.

“Hi,” you greeted, somewhat awkwardly. “I’m (Y/N).”

The boy blinked and didn’t speak for a long moment, and you briefly wondered if he even could speak - perhaps he was mute or something. Just as you were debating apologising for disturbing him and leaving, you heard a quiet voice.

“I’m… I’m Edward.”

“Edward.” You repeated it, determined to remember it. “Umm… What are you reading, Edward?”

He looked down at his book and back, still perplexed that you were talking to him - it was obvious he was mostly ignored. “Oh, I’m not reading… Well, I suppose I am, but… It’s a riddle book actually.”

“Riddles? Like… Like a problem you solve?”

He couldn’t stop himself from smiling slightly to himself. “Sort of. They can be misleading or puzzling, and you have to be smart to solve them - that’s why I like them.”

“Huh. Can you try one on me?” You ask, your interest piqued.

“Oh.” He looked surprised by your question but still flipped open his book and searched for one hurriedly. “These are super easy ones, but… The less of me you have, the more one is worth; treat me with care as I will you, and both of us will share our time on earth. What am I?”

You wrinkled your nose up as your thought, which made him smile even more to himself; it took nearly a whole minute to consider what he’d said before you figured it out. “Is it… a friend?”

“Yes!” His eyes lit up behind his glasses, and you realised absentmindedly that he had green eyes. “Yes, it is a friend! You’re the only person who’s figured it out when I’ve asked them!”

For the first time since your parents had died, you felt yourself smile, almost wryly. “So… Are you asking me to be your friend?”

His mouth opened and closed very quickly. “I… umm… I…” It was clear that he was worried he’d offended you somehow. “I didn’t mean to… I mean, if- if you don’t want to be then… then that’s okay…”

You looked at this shy but intelligent boy in front of you, at his huge glasses and the way his cheeks had gone pink, and knew immediately what your answer would be. “Yes.”

“Y- Yes?” His eyes were even wider than ever, voice no louder than a disbelieving whisper.

You smiled and moved closer to him. “Yes, I want to be friends.”

****

Edward Nashton was not only your friend - he was your best friend, and you were his.

The two of you spent most of your time together, usually finding an empty room or quiet area of the orphanage to be alone in away from the other children, and you were practically inseparable. You did a lot of puzzles - not just riddles but also jigsaws, word problems, sudoku, even card games - together, and when you weren’t playing those, you’d sit and talk for hours. You’d never had a friend like Eddie, not even when your parents had been alive, and being around him made dealing with their loss so much easier.

It didn’t take long for you to trust Eddie or feel at ease with him, and you told him everything; you told him about your parents, about where you used to live, your old school, about how they died. He listened intently to everything, and you knew that he never forgot anything you told him - he was so smart, much smarter than a lot of the other kids in the city, and you knew he could memorise things easily, especially when it came to you.

You learnt that Eddie had lived at the orphanage ever since he could remember, that he could barely remember his own parents - and the small scraps that he did remember about his parents weren’t nearly as wonderful as what you knew about yours. You were understanding yet horrified when he recounted that he could remember his father hurting him and calling him “stupid”, and you told Edward that he was the smartest person you’d ever met - and it was the truth.

Neither of you were particularly liked by the other kids at the orphanage - mostly Edward was targeted by your peers, although you found that you also got teased and made fun of for standing up for him, for hanging around with him. You wouldn’t have had it any other way - Edward was your best friend, and that was that. You mostly ignored the others, knowing they weren’t worth your time.

But Edward got it much worse than you; he’d been there longer, and his intense love of puzzles and riddles singled him out. You saw the bruises on your friend from being pushed over, the way the frames of his glasses repeatedly got snapped, and even on one occasion you’d been the one who found him after the others had forced his head down a toilet. It made you so angry, so full of rage, that people could treat him like this - and that the orphanage staff did nothing to stop this. In fact, the staff didn’t even attempt to hide their dislike of Edward, ignoring the bullying even when it happened in front of them and even encouraging it at times.

You wanted nothing more than to hurt the people who hurt your best friend.

“They’re just jealous,” you told him firmly as you finished taping his glasses frame back together - thankfully, the lenses were intact still. “They’re all jealous because they know you’re ten times smarter than they ever will be, Eddie. You’re going to go on to do great things, you’re going to change this city, and they’re afraid of that - afraid of how powerful you’ll be.”

He sniffed, putting his glasses back on his face before looking at you with a hopeful stare. “You think so?”

You nodded emphatically. “I know so.”

He smiled weakly, allowing you to smooth down the collar of his shirt and help fix his hair; after a moment, he looked at you in an almost bashful way. “You… You called me Eddie.”

“Huh. I guess I did.” You met his eyes. “Is that okay? Can I call you that?”

“Absolutely,” Eddie breathed, and the way he looked at you made you feel somewhat funny inside. “I… I like you calling me that.”

“Good.” You beamed at him happily before taking his arm. “Come on, we’ve got time until the dinner bell - enough time for you to help me finish that crossword.”

****

It was official: Eddie had a crush on you, his best friend.

As you both hit adolescence, he started to realise it more and more; he had always liked you, obviously, as you were his best friend - but this was different. For a while, he’d passed off the intensity of it as just really caring about you because of your friendship, because neither of you had anyone else - you were the only good thing in his life. But as you both started to grow out of childhood, it became more and more obvious that what he was feeling wasn’t platonic at all.

It wasn’t platonic to feel a warm tingle whenever you touched his arm, he realized, nor that he had thoughts of wanting to embrace you, of holding your hand as you walked everywhere together. He noticed more and more that he was staring at your mouth and wondering what it would be like to kiss you, what you’d taste like, and even how you might react if he just kissed you randomly. Oh, and it definitely was not platonic to have dreams about you, especially not dreams that left his heart pounding and body tense.

Eddie had it bad for you, but he was scared of you finding out - scared not only that you’d reject him, but also that it would ruin your friendship completely and he’d then have no one anymore. He imagined scenarios of your possible reactions to finding out he had a crush on you, but he knew you’d never like him back, not like that - of course you wouldn’t, he thought miserably, because you were so amazing, so incredible, that why would you like him in that way?

He tucked away memories of certain moments in his mind, knowing that reliving them in his thoughts was the closest he’d ever get to actually being in a relationship with you; your beautiful eyes lighting up at the sight of him, a hand on his arm or shoulder, your laugh, the way you called him ‘Eddie’ so affectionately, how you stood up to those who bullied the two of you. It kept him going on even the worst days, and despite knowing he couldn’t tell you of his feelings, that it would most likely never happen, he was still so happy to just spend every day with you.

And then you were gone.

One day some distant relatives of yours came; they’d been overseas for the last several years and hadn’t realised your parents had died, that you’d been living in this rundown orphanage that no one in the city cared enough about to fix. You were overjoyed, not really to see them as you’d not really met them before but more so because it meant you’d get to leave this awful place, and once the staff of the orphanage were able to establish that they were indeed your relatives, you were going home with them.

It all happened very quickly; you were hurriedly made to pack your bag with the few belongings you had and rushed onwards without a backwards glance. As you approached the main door of the orphanage, however, you realised something.

“I need to say goodbye to Eddie,” You said, but when you attempted to turn around, one of the staff grabbed you by the arm and marched you forwards. “Wait, no, please, just let me say goodbye to him-!”

But none of them would listen, not even your relatives; you begged them for just five minutes so you could find your best friend, so you could give him a phone number or even an address to write to, but they refused - they wanted to get out of Gotham as soon as possible.

“He’s my best friend,” You pleaded desperately, on the verge of tears. “Please, I can’t leave without saying goodbye!”

But they merely told you that you’d make other friends in your new home, that soon enough you wouldn’t even remember this old friend of yours, and he’d probably forget you too. You cried hard as you were driven away, vowing to yourself that you’d find Eddie someday, you’d find a way to let him know where you were, that you’d see each other again one day.

Eddie had watched you disappear from the window of the boys’ room, and he’d cried; he cried because the staff hadn’t allowed him to come and say goodbye, because they’d locked him in this room so he couldn’t get out, but mostly because his heart was broken. His only friend - his best friend - was gone without so much as a goodbye, and he had no idea where you’d gone.

Why didn’t you say goodbye?, he thought, hurt by this fact: he cared so much about you, and he had hoped that you cared about him too, even if it was only as a friend. It was like you didn’t care about him, that it was all a lie - and it was like a knife to the gut.

As the days turned to weeks, and then to months and years, he waited for any sign that you cared about him, for a letter or some kind of communication. But nothing ever came. It was like you’d forgotten all about him.

He never forgot you though - never.

****

After your relatives died many years later, you used the money they had left you to return to Gotham; it was even more awful than you remembered due to the crime rate skyrocketing, and it was clear that the streets were run by criminals - and no one did a thing about it.

You went back to the orphanage, hoping to find some information on your old best friend - to find out what happened to him, to track him down - but it was abandoned save for a few dropheads hiding out there. There were no records left, no hints as to your old friend’s current whereabouts, and you found yourself crying when you got back to your new apartment in Gotham because you had no idea how you’d find him, no idea if he was even still in the city or where he might have gone.

Gotham was a big city - even if he was still there, your chances at finding him were slim. He had no social media that you could find, no records… you wondered if he was even alive anymore. You remembered how every winter, at least one of the babies had died in the orphanage, and the older kids soon became dropheads… what if that had happened to your Eddie? You couldn’t bear the thought of it.

You were so angry - so ridiculously, undeniably angry - at what that place had done to you and Eddie, what might have happened to him after you had been taken away. And as you spent longer and longer back in Gotham, this anger began to rise: you were realizing more than ever that the people who ran this city were corrupt, that they were in fact the same people responsible for the miserable childhood you and your best friend had endured. Just as during your childhood, no one did anything to help in this city - everyone just let it happen. The closest anyone had to justice was a damn masked vigilante running around dressed like a bat, and that wasn’t really helping much in terms of changing the overall corruption of the city.

Someone needed to do something - and if that had to be you, then so be it.

****

No one knew who the Riddler was - exactly how he wanted it.

Edward Nashton had built this persona carefully, had spent months plotting and planning things before they were put into motion. He had made sure everything was perfect: the coat one of his favourite shades of dark green, the mask hid everything but his eyes, it was comfortable and not too loose whilst allowing him to wear his glasses. There was no chance of leaving any of his DNA behind; his gloves were thick but didn’t leave fibres behind, he knew how to meticulously wrap his head in clingwrap before donning his mask so that there was no chance of hairs being left behind. Every inch of him was covered, even his mouth, and it would be impossible for the GCPD or anyone else to link The Riddler back to Edward Nashton, a forensic accountant. No one would suspect him, no one would know until he chose to reveal it.

But for now he had things that needed doing; the first step of his great plan was to murder the mayor, Don Mitchell Jr, on Halloween night. The death of the city mayor would change everything, and he almost couldn’t wait - but he had to, for he had something he needed to do first.

The director of the old Gotham Orphanage where he’d grown up was in his late fifties now, living comfortably on the outskirts of the city. Edward had done his research: the man had no family and lived alone - he was almost too easy a target. He was not a high profile figure, not like the mayor or the others who would form a part of his plan to bring to truth to the light - it was a personal matter, something he had to do for himself.

The director had been the one who punished him, who never stopped the bullying and abuse inflicted by the other children and staff - but worst of all, he was the one who had signed the documents that took his best friend away, the one who sneered as he refused to give any information or allow him to write a letter.

Perhaps it was selfish - he was doing this purely for himself and not for the city - but he didn’t care. No one could blame him for wanting to kill this man, and no one would miss him.

It was easy to sneak into the old director’s small apartment on the outside of the city; the man had left a window open before going out for dinner, and Edward had to try not to smirk under his mask as he used the fire escape to climb up and slip inside. Now all he had to do was wait.

The plan was simple: he would wait for the ex-director to return, hidden away behind the bedroom door, and then strike when the moment was right. He knew where exactly to strike the skull, how to stage it to look like he’d just fallen and never gotten up. No one would investigate further than what was immediately obvious - the GCPD weren’t clever enough for that, and wouldn’t want to put the work in for someone so meaningless.

As he entered the bedroom to wait, however, it became immediately clear that he wasn’t alone.

He deflected the blow that came his way easily despite his surprise, reaching for the bludgeon he had on his belt; the figure who had attacked him was reeling back, planning their next attack, and he noticed that they were smaller, their face covered by a balaclava, dressed completely in black. He hadn’t planned for an additional person - this was certainly not his target, and the fact they were masked made it obvious that they, like him, certainly weren’t supposed to be there either.

The figure launched again, and Edward grabbed them by the arm; they were either sloppy in their fighting or taken just as aback as he was by his appearance. He hadn’t been planning on killing a second person tonight, but if he had to then he would - it would be sloppy not to. The stranger huffed, trying to break free, and he pulled them closer so that he could manoeuvre them with both of his hands. The eyes behind the mask flashed and-

And he felt his breath catch. He knew those eyes: he’d thought about them every day and night since he was a child.

It couldn’t be.

He let go, and the stranger moved away, panting harshly. “Jesus Christ, what the fuck, dude???”

The voice was familiar - not quite the same, it was slightly older but he recognised the tone, the accent, the way this person spoke. He had never forgotten your voice - he had never forgotten anything about you, even years later.

“Listen, I’m here for someone in particular, I don’t want to hurt anyone else, so if you could just-”

“(Y/N)?” His voice was soft and muffled by the mask.

You stopped speaking, surprised that this person knew your name; you hadn’t really met anyone upon returning to Gotham, keeping to yourself, and even so, you’d thought your mask would provide you anonymity. “Do I know you?”

Now that you weren’t actively fighting this person, you got a good look at them; it was a man, judging by the stature and voice, and he was dressed in a green trench coat with a white question mark painted on the left side. The mask covered their whole face, but you realised now that they were wearing a pair of glasses.

With a jolt, you remembered that Eddie had worn glasses like that. But it couldn’t be him, it couldn’t possibly…

You hesitated for a moment before reaching up and removing your mask; the eyes behind the glasses widened in recognition, and you realised those eyes were green - just like his, the exact same shade.

“Eddie?” You murmured, heart pounding.

For a moment, the masked figure didn’t say anything - and then, slowly, he removed his glasses before reaching up and pulling his mask off.

He had grown up, just as you had, but you knew: this was Eddie, your Eddie. Even though he’d wrapped his head in something, even though his face was older than that of the teenage boy you’d loved, even though it had been years, you knew it was him.

“I…” You felt your throat close up. “Eddie.”

“(Y/N)…” He looked thunderstruck at the sight of you as he replaced the glasses onto his face. “I… Hi.”

Before you could stop yourself, you were throwing your arms around him whilst trying to hold your tears back. “Fuck, Eddie, I’ve been trying to find you! I thought…” You sniffed. “I missed you.”

He was surprised by this, but you felt a tentative hand on your back as he relaxed slightly. “I missed you too.”

You pulled away to look at him, a flurry of emotions running through you; you couldn’t believe it, that after all this time, after all the pain and heart ache of being separated from him, you’d found him when you weren’t even expecting it. Now you were looking at him properly, you could see that this was without a doubt your best friend - there was no mistaking it.

“What are you doing here?” You questioned, head still spinning. “And… why are you dressed like that?”

Eddie opened his mouth and closed it again, not certain on how to answer. “Oh. I’m… well… this is what I do,” He said carefully. “I was… waiting for someone.”

“Oh.”

“And why are you here? And dressed like that?” He asked, rather perplexed.

You hesitated for the second time that evening, not sure of how much to tell him - you didn’t think he would go to the police or turn you in, but you were completely sure of how he’d react to the truth. But then, you thought as you looked at how he was dressed, perhaps he understood more than you thought. “For the same reason as you, I think; I’m here for him.”

You could tell by the way his eyes lit up with understanding that you were right. “We’re both after the same person - to make him pay.”

There were a lot of things the two of you needed to discuss - you hadn’t seen each other for roughly a decade and a half, after all - but you were both aware of where you were, and that you didn’t have time to have that conversation here. Instead, you toyed with your mask before sending the man in front of you a meaningful look.

“How about,” You began slowly. “We work together and take care of this guy, and then maybe we can catch up later?”

Eddie considered this for a moment before slowly nodding and preparing to put his own mask back on. “I think that’s a good plan.”

As it turned out, it was so much easier to do with two.

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Crap ending be crap lol

May write a follow up to this where they talk and he confesses his feelings, who knows? 😉

#the riddler #edward nashton #paul dano #the batman #danonation #edward nashton x reader #the riddler x reader #the riddler imagine #asks #paul dano x reader

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