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whydoyoucare866 · 10 months

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hai :3 can i request an enemies to lover miguel o hara fic where they get stuck in a closet together and reader kinda has to sit on his lap because there isnt any space and so after a few minutes of being in there, reader pisses off miguel and miguel kisses them to shut them up and then the rest is history ig 🙇‍♀️

PLS AND THANK YOU! 🙇‍♀️

also pls make the reader speak spanish im BEGGINGGG.

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hi! ofc you can! I did my best! I’m sorry that it sucks and is cringy😀😭

Miguel O’ Hara x Hispanic Reader

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Warnings: Suggestive Language, Maybe a glimpse of smut, and Miguel being an asshole

You were one of Miguel’s first recruits, you had been working in the spider society for as long as it had existed, you and Miguel were close (or you would like to consider that) since you both shared the same culture and language and it was easier for you to communicate with him when your English wasn’t as good as it is (since in your universe Spanish was the predominant language) and he would be one of the few people who could understand your accent or you speaking Spanish when you forgot a word.

He took it as his personal job to teach you English until you perfected it and people who didn’t know you wouldn’t be able to guess that it wasn’t your first language( though sometimes you still would forget words in English or express yourself better in Spanish) you would both mutually bring food for each other or bond over music, so yeah you considered yourself close to him.

That was until he started becoming way more stressed about everything, yeah he has been a sour asshole ever since his canon event, but people were at least able to get small responses and have conversations that weren’t all about work with him, but as the spider society grew, he felt a lot of pressure on him and started drowning himself in work to the point that he would isolate himself for days until he got everything he needed done, he could spend weeks without sleeping and eating, and obviously as he became more stressed his memories started to impulse even worse emotions on him than they did before.

Of course this made you and your other teammates worried about him, so you started to bring him lunch, make sure he slept, and just went to see if he was okay, but you checking up on him started to annoy him as he got more irritating because of the lack of sleep and the accumulation of stress, so one day he just decided you annoyed him and soon that annoyance turned into hatred, or that’s what he thought it was.

This made him become snappy at you and we all know he can be the greatest asshole, at first you’re patient with him, thinking it will pass, but as it gets worse you reach your ending point and lose all patience starting to respond to him the same way he talked to you.

The sudden change weirded everyone out, but they also noticed that ever since you started hating Miguel back, his mood became even worse, well everyone noticed except for you, which surprised everyone since you were one of the smartest people in the spider society.

So thats why everyone refused to go to a mission with Miguel when he asked them to, arguing that they already had a mission, or that they had something really important to do, until Miguel had no other option but to take you and you had no other option but to go with him.

“Do i reaally have to go with him? I mean can’t he just ask Ben instead?” You said to Jess

“Nope honey, Ben has a really important therapy session”

“Okay? so then ask Gwen? Pavitr? Hobie? anyone else?”

“He already did, they’re all busy”

“Then why can’t you go”

“As important as the spider society is, I have an ultrasound appointment today, so I can’t go even if I wanted to”

“Well the world just hates me then doesn’t it”

“Maybe it does, or maybe it’s doing you a favor”

“Trust me, being alone with him is not a favor, i don’t want to be screamed at about how i’m annoying and a fucking- what was the word? uhm una carga? how did you say that?”

“A burden?”

“Yeah that! I don’t want to be called a burden and shit like that”

“You’re no burden, but I’ll tell you what you sound like, a teenage girl, come on, you’re an adult, you can take things in a professional way”

“Well the one that’s childish is him not me”

“Uh huh, well i’ve gotta go, good luck!”

“Yeah whatever”

You were now approaching Miguel’s office while wishing you were dead ‘Puta madre neta me lleva la verga, ahora si ya no tengo de otra más que ir’ (Fuck this shit, now I really don’t have any option but to go), you were starting to grow nervous as you approached his door, you hadn’t been alone with him since your last fight where he directly called you annoying and a burden, but now you had no other option.

After finishing the mission without actually talking to each other unless necessary, you both came back to the HQ, when you arrived it was weirdly quiet and no one seemed to be there doing their duties even if it was not that late, which was really weird, that was until you saw Peter B. approaching you with a worried look

“Hey y/n, have you seen MayDay? I can’t find her, usually it takes me an hour, but it’s been four hours and I haven’t been able to find her and I’m starting to get worried” Peter said to you while still running up to you and then catching his breath

“Oh, um I’m sorry but we just got back from a mission so we haven’t seen anything, but we can help you look!”

“No we can’t” Miguel said

“Yes we can, anyways where was the last place that you saw her Peter?” You said after glaring at Miguel as if looks could kill

“Well, I think it was in that one room that has a closet.. I always forget what it’s called”

“Okay yeah, I know which one you’re talking about, let’s go take a look”

Miguel followed them even if he said he wouldn’t be helping, Mayday being on the loose could press a lot of buttons and break a lot of things and cause a lot of problems, so there he was, inside of the closet with you, while Peter “looked” around the room, until they heard a loud noise of the door closing and now he was trapped inside with you, the worst thing is that because of the lack of space you ended up in his lap.

“Great, just what I needed”

“You know I’m not happy about being here with you either okay?”

“Oh is that so? or was this your little plan to get me trapped with you and to get all up on my personal space”

“WHAT? I would NOT do that, and I do NOT want to be in the same room as you you fucking asshole!”

“Oh yeah am I an asshole? sorry I couldn’t understand you with that accent”

“WHAT? okay now you’re being unreasonable, you want me to say it in Spanish? I will, Yo no planee esto wey, yo no quiero estar en el mismo lugar que tu, yo no quiero que me hables, yo no te quiero hablar y mucho menos molestar tu pinche espacio personal, así que neta hazme un favor y cállate un rato que ya no te aguanto cabrón, neta deja de cagar el palo y de ser un pendejo de la nada y ni me trates de culpar porque yo ni se que chingados te hice para que me odies tanto-“. (I didn’t plan this, I don’t want to be in the same place as you, I don’t want you to talk to me or to talk to you or even less to be all on your fucking personal space, so please do me a favor and shut up a little because I can’t deal with you anymore, please stop being such an asshole out of nowhere and don’t blame me because i don’t even know what the fuck I did for you to hate me so much-) That’s when you felt something on your lips, and it took you some time to realize he was kissing you, Miguel O’Hara was kissing you, you sure as hell felt as a teenage girl, butterflies in your stomach and everything.

On the other side Miguel was starting to get nervous as you didn’t return the kiss, he was starting to pull away and about to say he was sorry and he didn’t mean it when he felt you pulling him close and kissing him again, at first it was just a sweet kiss, but then it started to get heated, he couldn’t help but moan when he started feeling you grinding against him, with each second passing making him harder, he started kissing your neck and sucking “Fuck Miguel- you’re gonna leave marks” but he didn’t care, he continued, hearing your moans was paradise to him, he wanted to take you there so bad, until, they heard a knock “Um guys? are you okay?” Peter B said as he unlocked the door and opened it making Miguel groan in annoyance “This isn’t over.” he said before the door completely opened and revealed a Peter with a smiling Mayday in his arms.

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landitolover · 3 months

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𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖, in which they’ll always be in love ౨ৎ lando x fem!reader

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thepersonnamedsam · 7 months

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radio

pairing: the genz!driver x team x 23!grid

summary: some team radios of our beloved genz!driver

warnings: some swearing

note: oh i hope you all will like what i did here, it took me a hot minute, soo, pls don’t be a ghost reader

our genz!driver doesn’t drive for a specific team (pls imagine which ever is your fav), so the colours of the team radio will be violet, bc it’s not used :)

masterlist / taglist

Bahrain 2023

- „Okay y/n, you made it into Q2! Let’s keep that same pace you had in Q1“

- „Oh did you hear that? Where did Oscar place??“

- „Piastri is out in Q1, P18“

- „Wooh!! Oscar owes me 50 bucks!!! He lost the bet, he lost it! He didn’t think I’d out-qualify him!“

End of Qualifying

- „Good job, y/l/n! Thats P12 for you! Great start of the season“

- „Yeah baby! I’m the new Smooth Operator, Smooth Operator!“

Race

- „Uhm guys, I think there’s something wrong with my car…“

- „What is it, y/n?“

- „I just overtook Charles, how is that even possible?! Wtf guys, am I that fast?“

- „Oh my god, y/n, you had me stressed out here. I really thought you had technical problems for a second“

- „No worries, I’m just faster than a Ferrari“

—

- „Radio check“

- „It’s a cruel summer!“

—

- „Tell me, tell me how we finished, how I finished?!“

- „P11 baby!“

- „Uh, yeah, who’s almost in the points?!“

- „YOU!“

—

Saudi Arabia 2023

FP2

- „Tell me, is Danny here?“

- „Yea, why?“

- „Can you tell him I said hi? Please“

- „Uhm, sure I can, why?“

- „I just promised him yesterday I‘d give him a shoutout from the track, hahaha“

- „Okay, y/n, let’s get into Q3 today!“

- „Let’s gooooo!“

- „Could you not scream into the coms, please?“

- „WOHOO!“

- „y/n…“

- „Love you“

- „I don’t…“

- „You totally do“

- „I don’t“

- „You dooooo“

- „P12, good job y/n“

- „Could’ve gone better“

- „It’s a good result, y/n“

- „But still no Q3“

- „Hey, y/n, cheer up, it’s the same result as last race“

- „I thought we improved, I thought I improved“

- „We can still climb up the ladder“

- „As if, I’m not good enough for that many overtakes, I can defend, but that… I don’t know man“

- „Hey hey, listen to me, y/n. You deserve that spot in F1, you’re young and you’re learning with every race, with every test. I know you’ll be champion one day. Maybe not this race, but you’re gonna go far, kid“

- „…“

- „Are you crying, hahaha?“

- „Let me be emotional, dipshit“

- „Oh Lando is gonna have a field day with this, hahaha“

- „Please don’t show that to Lando“

- „Come to the garage first and we can discuss it“

Race

- „Radio check, y/n“

- „Vamos a la playa“

- „Loud and clear…“

—

- „FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, SHIT, SHIT, DAMN, WHY DOES IT NEVER GO MY WAY?!“

- „Unfortunate events, retire the car, y/n“

- „UNFORTUNATE?! STROLL JUST STOPPED IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD AND I HAD TO BREAK SO HARD NOT TO CRASH INTO HIM THAT I CRASHED INTO THE WALL!“

- „It is what it is“

- „Don’t meme me, I’m mad… haha, okay, thank you“

Australia 2023

- „Good pace, y/n, let’s keep it that way and we’ll make it into Q3“

- „Alrighty mighty“

- „Cringe“

—

- „AND THATS P9 FOR YOU“

- „Huh?“

- „P9“

- „I’m into Q3?! Am I really?“

- „Yes! Yes you are!“

- „Whoop, whoop, that’s the sound of the police“

- „Whoop, whoop, that’s the sound that I need“

- „P10 baby“

- „P10!“

Race

- „Hi y/n, you’re doing really good out there, bring 'em home for me, will ya?“

- „Danny?“

- „Yes?“

- „Hi Danny“

- „Hi, y/n! You’re currently P9, with 0.548s to Piastri“

- „Okay“

- „Let’s push and stay in the points!“

—

- „YOU‘VE CROSSED THE FINISH LINE AS 7TH!!!“

- „THOSE ARE 6 POINTS, RIGHT?“

- „YES!��

- „It’s all because of Danny!“

- „I’ll gladly let him know“

Miami 2023

Race

- „I- help!“

- „What’s going on? y/n talk to me“

- „I don’t think my break is working“

- „y/n, we are going to retire then, box box“

- „I’ll try for one more lap“

- „No you won’t“

- „I will“

—

- „I think it’s fine“

- „…“

- „Yea, it’s fine, I can brake normally, hihi, sorry for the worries“

- „You’re a menace, y/n“

Monaco 2023

FP1

- „Monaco baby, the land of pretty people and expensive things, I am home“

- „Why’s that, you’re not from Monaco, y/n“

- „I am pretty and expensive therefore I am home“

Race

- „Radio check, y/n“

- „NOT NOW“

- „Noted“

—

- „I don’t feel pretty“

- „Sucks for you“

- „Man, that’s a shit move“

- „Sucks“

—

- „Okay y/n, you’re currently P11 with 0.639s behind DeVries, let’s push to P10“

- „DeVries? Nyck is P10? What happened?“

- „I don’t know, let’s just push him off of P10“

- „Harsh“

- „I’m a bad bitch“

- „Fuck that bitch“

—

- „Great job, y/n P10!“

- „Where is DeVries?“

- „P12“

- „Who overtook him?“

- „Bottas“

- „HAH!“

- „Be nice“

- „Ugh“

Montréal 2023

FP3

- „You are currently P3, I repeat, you are currently placed on P3“

- „Who’s pranking me? Max? Lando?“

- „No one, you ARE P3!“

- „WHAT?!“

- „Let’s take that pace into qualifying“

- „Uhm, yea, definitely“

- „What’s my time?“

- „1:18.725“

- „And Max‘s?“

- „1:19.092“

- „WHAT?“

- „You are P1, y/n“

- „Are you kidding me?“

- „I would never“

- „Mhm, but really? P1?“

- „I swear to god, P1“

- „Fuck! Shit! Holy macaroni fucking meatballs! I crashed, I repeat, I crashed“

- „Yea, we saw, retire the car“

Race

- „P7, good job!“

- „Thanks…“

- „Oh and y/n, you’ve been voted driver of the day“

- „Really?“

- „Really“

- „Firstly, I wanna thank the ground, because without it, I wouldn’t be standing here today“

- „That only works if you’re really standing somewhere, y/n, you’re sitting in an F1 car“

- „Then I’d like to thank my F1 car…“

- „I deactivated your coms“

Austria 2023

Sprint Shootout

- „What exactly is a Sprint really?“

- „Oh my god, really y/n?“

- „No… of course not…“

—

- „Great job, you placed P13“

- „Mhm, thanks… I‘m thirsty“

- „…“

- „Did no one hear me? I want my drink, where is the drink?“

- „You will not have the drink“

- „Oh you waited so long for that, didn’t you?“

- „No…, yes“

- „Kimi is a legend.“

Sprint

- „I don’t like this Sprint thingy“

- „Why?“

- „I don’t know, just because“

—

- „P15“

- „No good job?“

- „Not today“

- „Understandable“

Race

- „I want to go home, I am tired of this“

- „What?“

- „It’s getting boring with Max always leading and winning“

- „Thats why we need to push as hard as we can“

- „As if I’ll ever overtake Max“

- „One day, y/n, one day“

- „But not today, that’s why I want to go home“

- „You can’t“

- „Loser“

Silverstone 2023

FP2

- „Why do I not see Charles on the grid?“

- „Why do you have time to look at the screen and not see Charles on there?“

- „You should be driving“

- „I am“

- „Clearly not fast enough“

- „Hey, I am faster than you think“

- „You are currently driving with a speed of 156 km/h“

- „How do you know that..?“

- „I am your race engineer, I know everything“

- „Did you know that I just farted, hahaha?“

- „Unfortunately“

- „Hihi“

- „You’re gross“

- „Thank you“

- „Welcome“

—

Race

- „If Lewis stands on that podium, he owes me a dinner“

- „And if he doesn’t?“

- „I owe him a pity dinner“

- „And if you stand on that podium?“

- „Thats unrealistic, that’s why we didn’t bet on it“

- „True“

- „HEY!“

- „You said it first!“

- „Not a reason for you to call it out!“

- „Women“

- „I heard that“

- „You were supposed to“

- „Less talking, more driving!“

- „Yes boss“

—

- „Omg, omg, omg, tell me I crossed that line without a single penalty and we don’t get a grid penalty? Please tell me this is true?“

- „YOU ARE P4 Y/N“

- „Am I really?“

- „Yes!“

- „If it weren’t for the safety car you would’ve been P3!“

- „I don’t care! It’s my best result so far!“

- „So near and yet so far“

- „Lew is P3?“

- „Yep“

- „P4 and I get a free dinner from Lew, what a day“

- „Be proud and loud“

- „WOOHOO!!!“

- „Maybe not so loud…“

- „Sorry not sorry“

Hungary 2023

FP1

- „Oh Danny Ric is back on the grid!“

- „Mhm“

- „Aren’t you happy to see my favourite person driving again?“

- „Totally“

- „Be happy!“

- „Okay…“

—

- „Oh… I just passed Danny“

- „You are on your flying lap, he needs to let you pass..?“

- „Yeah… but he needs a positive experience on his first race back…“

- „HES THE ENEMY“

- „He’s my best friend…“

- „Does he know that?“

- „Uhm, I hope so“

Race

- „Tell Lando he’s doing a great job“

- „Just drive“

- „Okay…“

—

- „Lando says thank you, by the way“

- „For what?“

- „Just forget it“

- „Okay“

—

- „Oh, for that! You’re welcome, Landi“

- „It took you 4 laps to realise“

- „My brain is sometimes slow, let me be“

- „I would if I could“

—

- „Oh how I hate Perez“

- „It’s mutual“

- „Hihi“

—

- „Radio check“

- „I am so glad that the summer break is right in front of me, just 33 more laps and it’s me chilling on the beach, getting tan and reading good books and you know, that’s how my dream life looks like and…“

- „How can she be so talkative but still be on for a podium? It’s a mystery for me“

- „And Lando and me oh and Danny will go on vacation together. Maybe Lewis will come as well. I want to go to the Maldives but we’ll see. Oh and you know what would be cool? If we really…“

- „Is she still talking? Yep…“

- „I could learn how to surf and eat loads of stuff and just relax“

- „So you finally decided to stop speaking and concentrate on the race? Great job, y/n“

- „Thanks!“

—

- „Thats P5 for you! What a race to start the summer break“

- „Thank you so much“

- „We’ll see us in 3 weeks!“

- „Byeeeee“

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dustofthedailylife · 7 months

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hihi! i’d like to plant a red spider lily and a yellow carnation in dry soil for the greenhouse event pls

(also, happy birthday in advance!! ( ´ ▽ ` ) )

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Pairing: Alhaitham x (gn!) Reader Prompts: Red Spider Lily (Death/Loss), Yellow Carnation (Rejection Disdain) Tags: Angst, Reader Death (accident), rejection A/N: Hello hello! :3 Thank you for the birthday wishes (even if it's now almost a month past my birthday but I'm slow and that's my fault skjdhskj)

Alhaitham and you had been acquainted for a while now. He and you had studied and once worked on a group project together. Now both you and him had a position at the Akademiya for work as well. Your relationship could be described as at least work friends.

You occasionally went to grab lunch together and exchanged some small talk over your meals. You greeted him whenever you saw him in the city and he greeted back with what you interpreted as a faint smile.

You had to admit, along the way, you had begun to develop feelings for the man. For years you kept your little crush to yourself, always holding onto the thought that it was temporary and would eventually fade away.

But it didn’t.

You kept interpreting things into little gestures of his. He lent you a book you talked about during lunch, he gave you his opinion about research topics, he smiled at you on a couple of occasions – and what made you decide it was finally time to confess was when you dropped your pen the other day. When you went to pick it up he had already done so, handing it back to you with a faint smile as your hands brushed.

So you found yourself in Alhaitham’s office, standing in front of him with knees that felt more like pudding than bones. You opened and closed your mouth a couple of times while staring right at him, ringing for the right words.

“Yes?” He eventually said with impatience after two minutes of you just standing there with erratic breathing while shaking all over. You could just leave and pretend like all of this never happened or you could finally come clean about your feelings for him and leave it all behind you.

“I-I uhm…” You stammered, unsure where you should even begin.

Alhaitham snapped the book in his hands shut, now beginning to look mildly annoyed, checking the clock on the wall before looking back at your trembling frame.

“Was there anything you wanted? I’m off work as of now, so please, get to the point.”

“I-I, yes. It’s just that… I feel like we’ve been getting along quite well and I would like to get to know you better. So if you’re up for it and think the same about me… w-we could go on a date… sometime?” You cleared your throat and avoided looking directly into his eyes after you finished speaking.

The silence that followed was deafening and you felt like you were about to faint any second because of the suspense that was hanging in the air.

“Was that all?” He responded emotionlessly, getting up from behind his desk and tucking the book he had been reading before under his arm.

“Y-yes.”

The tremble in your legs had only gotten worse since he had reacted the way he did. He didn’t outright reject you but worse, he just outright ignored what you said and moved on from it. And maybe so should you.

You quickly turned around on your heels and rushed out of his office and the building. The only thing that was drowning out the sounds of your shattering heart and sobs was the rain that was pouring down outside.

You were drenched the second you stepped outside. But you didn’t care. You were numb to everything but the aching pain in your chest.

This is also why you didn’t notice how the ground below your feet gave way when you stepped off the bridge just in front of the Sumeru City gates. And you fell down the cliff.

Two days after the encounter in his office and taking another day off to collect himself, Alhaitham stood in front of your office with a box of chocolates in hand. He wanted to make it up to you.

He hadn’t known what he was supposed to say on the day you stood in front of him. He had never been the best when it came to communication or expressing feelings. He felt the same and had done so for a while. So when you came to him, laying your heart bare in front of him, he had no idea how to react, so he didn’t react at all.

Kaveh had later almost beheaded him when he told him about the encounter. He had done some reflection since and maybe his reaction could truly have been misinterpreted as rejection. And that after all that he definitely would have to apologize.

So he knocked on your door. Once. Twice. No answer. Maybe you took some days off? After all that he wouldn’t blame you. Especially since he figured you probably wished to avoid him. He decided he would try to head to your house after work to talk to you directly there and went back in the direction of his office.

But before he could arrive there and out of breath Tighnari came rushing down the hallway, right towards him.

“Alhaitham! There you are! I’ve been looking for you all over the place.” He panted.

“What’s wrong?” Alhaitham inquired, sensing dread in the air.

“It’s Y/N. They've been found in a critical condition and have been brought to Gandharva Ville” Tighnari ushered, still panting while supporting himself with his hands on his knees.

Alhaitham didn’t need anything more. He dropped the chocolates where he stood and rushed out of the Akademiya as fast as he could.

What had happened?

Upon arrival at the Forest Watcher’s hideout, after basically running a half marathon, Collei immediately spotted him and darted off, signaling him to follow her.

Upon arrival at the infirmary hut, he rushed inside and found you lying on the bed. Your lips turned into a deep shade of blue, your skin looked sickly dull and every inch of your body was covered in bruises.

He pulled a chair to the bedside and took one of your icy-cold hands into his. Your body temperature was dangerously low.

“They were found drifting in the water just outside of Gandharva Ville this morning. It’s critical.” Collei ushered, before excusing herself and leaving the hut once more.

“Alhaitham?” You opened your eyes, your voice barely above a whisper. It was evident that it took all your strength to speak.

“Yes, I’m here.” He reassuringly squeezed your hand a bit tighter.

You barely even had the strength to keep your eyes open and your breathing became shallower and shallower with every second that passed. Your life was hanging by a thread, that much was clear.

“Can you… do me a favor?” You silently bit out through clenched teeth.

“Of course. What is it you need?” He leaned a bit closer so you wouldn’t have to speak so loudly.

“Could you… tell me you love me, too? Even though it’s not true… please, just–”

“I love you. I love you so much, you have no idea.” He replied without a second of hesitancy. Feeling his own tears prick at the corners of his eyes.

This was all his fault.

“Thank you.” You whispered with a relieved smile. A single tear rolled down your cheek before your hands ultimately fell limp inside of his palm, not knowing he had actually meant every word he just said.

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jaemmphilia · 10 months

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★ 𝘮𝘪𝘹𝘵𝘢𝘱𝘦: 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘶𝘦 ★ || han j.s

★ summary: after nearly dying in the pool, you and han chill out together while you calm down. after you feel better, you watch as the boys have fun in the pool. later, you all are tasked to choose food ingredients without knowing what everyone else chose. you all cook the food together and then you all have a debate and get to know each other.

★ characters: bang chan, lee know, changbin, y/n (he/him pronouns, masculine frame), hyunjin, han, felix, seungmin, i.n

★ warnings: none that i can think of really, mentions of food and cooking, han is falling in love with the pretty reader :3, lee know and seungmin are onto han, mentions of jay why pee

★ word count: 2.6K (2663)

★ binnie's thoughts: welcome to part two of the mixtape series! uhm, i felt the need to start working on this right away, so pls let me know your thoughts by reblogging or commenting!!

★ requested?: nope, just a continuation

★ disclaimer: this fic in absolutely NO way represents the stray kids members as people. this is just for fun, so don't take it to heart. just enjoy!

After the nine of you– minus you, technically– finish swimming, you all venture inside to take nice, hot showers and change into clean clothes before filming resumes. You’re seated on your bed, fresh out of the shower, your red-dyed hair dripping cold water onto your shoulders. You would grab your towel, but you’re too lazy to get up, honestly. You scroll through your phone, checking your socials when you hear a soft knock at the door. You turn your attention to the door before speaking:

“Come in!” you call out, and Jisung opens the door a bit, poking his head through. You chuckle at him, and you tilt your head at him. “What’s up, Han?”

Han opens the door more, stepping inside the room. He fiddles with his hands, and you can tell he wants to say something, but his nerves are getting the best of him.

“It’s okay, I don’t bite.” you bark out a laugh, which makes Han chuckle. You smile wider, liking the sight of his toothy smile.

“I just wanted to check up on you. You know, to make sure you’re okay after what happened earlier.” he says, finally looking at your face and not at his sock-clad feet.

You hum before answering him, “Yeah, I’m all good. And tell Changbin-hyung not to beat himself up about pushing me. I should have told you all about my fear of water.”

“Yeah, but it’s not anyone’s fault. It was just a tricky situation that went south real fast.” he says, and you nod with a shrug. “We’re all going downstairs to play games and sing. Wanna join us?” he asks and you can’t fight the smile that creeps onto your face.

“Sure, sounds like fun. Maybe I’ll get to beat Felix at ping pong again.” you laugh as you stand, following Han to the downstairs area of the house. He chuckles as he walks beside you, and he can feel the warmth of your body touching his arm at your close proximity.

Once you step foot downstairs, you’re met with the gorgeous voice of Jeongin. He sounds amazing, and you can only wish to sound like him. You sit down on the bench behind where he and Seungmin are standing, just bobbing your head along to the music. You cross your legs as Han sits beside you, listening to the youngest member sing his little heart out. Once he finishes his song, you clap for him as Lee Know steps up to sing next.

He picks a more upbeat song, which causes Han to jump up and begin jumping around, hyping up his (obviously his favorite) hyung. You laugh at the two of them, your stomach hurting from laughing so hard. You can only hope to be as close to them as they are to each other one day. Han can hear you laughing, and he wants to engrave the sound into his brain on repeat.

Lee Know finishes his song and he looks around, wondering if anyone else wants to sing next. You bite your bottom lip, wanting to sing and show off your skills, but you don’t want to seem like you’re trying to upstage anyone.

Fuck it, you decide and you get up, standing in between Han and Lee Know. You clear your throat, catching both of their attention.

“Oh, you want a turn? Be my guest.” Lee Know says, handing you the microphone and the device to pick a song. You hope he doesn’t notice the shakiness of your hands as you take the device from him.

You search through the long selection of songs, before you get excited. You quickly choose the song “Song of Dann” by Kingdom. You honestly didn’t expect your audition song to be on the karaoke machine, but you’re elated about it. You sway from side to side as the song starts, and you close your eyes, a habit you have when you prepare to sing. Closing your eyes helps you get over the nervous jitters of performing in front of a crowd of people. You even do it when you’re singing in your room alone. You allow the music to take over you, the slow instruments burrowing into your ears, making you feel light and airy.

You begin to sing, matching the pitch of the original singer almost perfectly. Your voice is a little deeper, and you often struggle with singing notes higher than your normal vocals. You start to get into it, the echo of the karaoke machine loud as it reverberates in the downstairs area of the house.

Everyone stops what they’re doing to listen to you sing your heart out. They all feel moved by your performance, each and every one of them getting chills. They knew you could sing, but they didn’t know you could sing like that. Your eyes are screwed shut as you belt out the heartfelt lyrics. The lyrics are sad, full of emotions of heartbreak and pain. Han wonders why you chose a song like this. Did someone in your life hurt you? If it were me, I would never hurt you, he thinks to himself as he watches you.

When your mini-concert is over, you finally open your eyes, looking around you. You find everyone’s eyes on you, wide and shocked. You feel your ears get warm, and you laugh nervously. Why were they looking at you as if you had grown two heads? It made you nervous.

“Sorry. Was that too loud?” you ask, your hand coming up to tug at the short hairs at the nape of your neck. You take in everyone’s expressions, most of them showing shock. Your eyes land on Han, and you try to look away. You don’t want him to see your red ears. But the look on his face is hard to turn away from.

His jaw is open a little, and you can see a little bit of the inside of his mouth. His eyes are wide, and you can clearly see the deep brown pools that are his eyes. He’s bare-faced, and you think he looks the most handsome like this. You both avert your eyes before you get caught staring. The rest of the boys would never let you live it down, you just know it.

Changbin’s loud, gravelly voice snaps you out of your lovesick daze. “Are you joking?! That was fucking amazing!” he cheers, and then he cringes at the various groans from the camera crew. He bows in apology, his ears turning a nice shade of deep pink.

You laugh softly at Changbin, shaking your head, “Thank you, hyung. I’m glad you enjoyed that mediocre performance.” you chuckle, earning a strangled noise from the older male.

“Mediocre?” Han nearly screeches, causing everyone in the room to jump and express their complaints at the male’s loud noise. “That was nowhere near mediocre! You sang that song perfectly without vocal warmups! I could only wish to be able to do that!”

You wave him off as you watch Felix disappear upstairs. Where was he going? You decide not to dwell on it as you hand the microphone back to Lee Know. You walk over to the pool table and grab a cue. You watch as Changbin resets the pool balls. You honestly suck at pool, but Changbin doesn’t need to know that.

Soon enough, you are the last one downstairs. You sing another song by yourself until the staff motions for you to head upstairs. You go to where they tell you to go, and you’re surprised to see a table full of ingredients on it. You tilt your head and you hear a tapping noise to your left. You turn your head to see all the members standing behind glass walls, each of them pointing at the table.

You can’t help but laugh at them frantically trying to communicate with you through glass walls. Lee Know is looking at the ingredient he wants you to choose, his eyes bugged out and wide. You feel your sides tense up from laughing so hard.

You place your hand over a pack of various vegetables, looking at the eight guys. They all panic and shake their heads, some of them yelling, although it just looks like they’re yawning to you. You decide to tease them some more, and you place your hand over a carton of eggs. This time their reactions are neutral, a few of them giving you a thumbs up or a nonchalant shrug.

You turn towards the camera, “Get a load of these guys. These are your boys, Stay?” you ask teasingly, running your hands through your hair, exposing your forehead.

Han bites his lips as he watches you make a simple action look so effortlessly sexy. He knows his ears are red, but he’s too distracted by you to even care. He watches as you bite your bottom lip, tapping your chin as you consider your options. He thinks you look so attractive like this, your red hair fluffy from your shower, a pair of wire-framed glasses perched on the bridge of your nose. You don’t have any makeup on, so he can clearly see the freckles and acne scars that litter your cheeks. He so desperately wants to kiss your cheeks, knowing it would make you laugh and push him away, telling him to stop. He wouldn’t stop, though.

You finally pick your ingredients, a pack of sausages that look so tasty to you. You make your way to the boys, all of you laughing at the crazy faces Lee Know and Seungmin were making. You imitated Lee Know’s crazy eyes, making Chan double over in laughter.

You’re a little surprised by how comfortable you’ve become with these guys. You just met them a few hours ago, and here you are laughing and joking with them as if you’ve known your entire life. You actually start to believe that you belong in this group.

You all grab the ingredients you picked, and you all start cooking together. You wouldn’t consider yourself the best chef in the entire world, but you’re at least a bit familiar with how to cook. Growing up with an elderly grandma meant you had to help cook dinner in order to eat it, too. That was no issue for you, because you adored spending time with her.

You cook with everyone, and you notice that while everyone else is eating, Chan is still standing over the grill, cooking the last bits of meat. You get up and walk over to him.

“Let me take over. You need to eat, too, hyung.” you say, holding your hands out telling him to place the cooking utensil in your open hand. You can see him hesitate before he finally forks over the utensil. Huh, that was easier than I expected, you laugh to yourself.

Chan sits with everyone else as he puts some food into his empty bowl. You listen as everyone hums and moans at the taste of the food. Your heart swells, knowing that they all get to enjoy food that they made themselves. You finish cooking the rest of the meat and you bring it to the table, before sitting down in the empty seat next to Han.

Han tries not to tense up when he feels your arm bump into his when you get comfortable in your seat. The spot on his arm tingles. You apologize to him, running a hand through your hair again. He notices the way you push up your glasses when they slide down the bridge of your nose. He thinks you’re so breathtaking, even though you’re doing the most normal actions that everyone does.

As you all eat in peace, the staff grabs your attention, explaining the task to you all. They say that you all are going to debate against each other based off of the lyrics from their songs.

You’re a bit nervous, because of course, you haven’t participated in any of their songs yet. You’ve listened to their music many times, but not enough to memorize the words or the true meaning of said lyrics.

You wonder if you stayed quiet enough that they wouldn’t expect you to comment. Oh how wrong you were, my dear.

The debate gets heated really fast, Changbin being the loudest of the bunch. He makes sure everyone knows what he thinks, and you feel bad for poor Chan and his eardrums, because Changbin is no different than a siren.

You have to admit that he’s funny, and him being loud as hell just makes him funnier. You find yourself doubled over in laughter because of the comments he makes throughout the debate. You lean on Han as you laugh, and you miss the way he tenses up, his laughs becoming more nervous.

After the debate and the cameras are off while the staff eats, the nine of you are talking about your families, just trying to get to know each other while you have a bit of privacy from blinding cameras.

“So, Y/N-hyung. Tell us about you, we want to hear about you now.” Felix says, leaning back in his chair as he pats his full stomach.

You take a sip of your soda, humming in acknowledgement. You knew this moment was to come, so you are prepared. “Alright, I was born in the USA, in Georgia. I lived with my mom, dad, and older twin siblings before I actually moved to Daejoon.” you start, scratching your shoulder as you speak.

“I lived there with my grandma until she passed, and then I moved to Seoul. I moved hoping to push my musical career forward. My siblings jokingly told me to audition as an idol to different agencies, so I did.

“I didn’t really expect to get accepted, but I did. I did an in-person audition, and JYP wanted to put me in a group immediately. Now I’m here with you guys, and I really appreciate you guys being so kind to me. I know this isn’t easy for you all, and I bet you hated me before even meeting me, but I really do appreciate you guys working with me.” you finish your little rant and you look up from the table.

The eight of them are staring at you, and they’re smiling at you. You can’t help but smile back at them, your eyes welling up with tears. You hate being so emotional, always crying at the smallest things. You wipe your eyes with your sweater sleeve as you laugh.

“Sorry, I didn’t want to start crying, but I’m just really grateful.” you explain, and Han wraps his arm around you, patting your upper bicep. You automatically lean into his touch, liking his gentle pats.

Seungmin and Lee Know exchange devious looks, which isn’t a good thing. They’ve both noticed how Han looks at you, he’s not very subtle about it. They’re confused about how you haven’t noticed yet. The two of them think it’s pretty cute, but they are also aware of what could happen if things went south. It would get so awkward.

“Well, we’re all happy to have you join our family. It may not have seemed like it at first, but now that we have an idea of who you are as a person, we’re on board.” Chan says, causing everyone to nod and let out other kinds of agreements.

You all clean up after dinner and you get ready to start filming the next part of the episode. You’re on dish duty with Changbin, and you can’t help but question his dish-washing methods. Does he have to be seated while he cleans the dishes? You don’t audibly question the older male, you just let him do his thing.

This doesn’t feel like such a bad idea anymore, and you honestly consider thanking JYP for making such a weird decision. You wouldn’t do that, though. Not in a million years.

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renata-has-thoughts · 1 year

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W/c: 1.4k Pairing: Female Reader x Tyler Durden Includes: NSFW, Service dom Tyler, incredibly horny/needy Tyler (couldn’t help myself haha), dubcon b/c drunk Tyler, fingering (reader receiving), dirty talk, Tyler begging, dubcon b/c Tyler begs (but reader is into it), insinuations of oral sex.

A/n: Something short for today. She was yowling while I was writing this I stg. Either ‘version’ of Tyler can be imagined, as I didn’t use physical descriptors for him. Please check the tags, as this is sort of dubious in nature, but both are into it. Irl, don’t do this. Pls. Per usual, no minors (obviously). Enjoy.

You didn’t participate in Fight Club. But dating the founder and leader of it meant you had the general idea of what went down. The rules were easy. Don’t talk about it, two men to a fight, so on and so forth. Another thing you knew: Tyler had gotten into the recent habit of taking a shot for every time he fought during a night of Fight Club prior to coming home for the evening. By that logic, tonight he must’ve been really pent up.

This occurred to you the very second Tyler walked through the door of your shared home. You knew him well, but you didn’t have to have any context to his behavior to know he was more than tipsy. Anyone with eyesight could tell you that.

It must’ve been about eleven or twelve, and you were pouring yourself a glass of water in the kitchen before calling it a night. You heard the clattering of keys from the door, and a muffled curse from a familiar voice. Typical Tyler.

A beat passed, and the blundering idiot finally figured out how to work the keys and get into the house, emerging with a groggy, “Honey, I’m h-home!”

You glanced over your shoulder to see him stumble into the kitchen, and promptly catch himself on the wall.

“Uhm, hi, Tyler,” you said, trying to fight the urge to smile.

“Good…eveni…hi,” he coughed, arching his back against his slumped position on the wall, moaning without shame when he cracked it just right.

From this motion, you could see something obvious. The poor bastard had a raging hard-on.

“Did Fight Club go well?” You asked, forgoing your prior activities to turn and face him, leaning against the counter with your arms crossed.

He didn’t answer for a moment, nodded drearily, then suddenly,

“I’m so fuckin’…hnghh…horny f-for you,” he growled, grimacing as he bucked his hips against nothing.

You raised your eyebrows, giving him an incredulous look, sparing your eyes to dart obviously from his own, to his erection, and back.

“You don’t say.”

“Oh, you’re such a teasee…fuck-you look,” he swallowed harshly, walking unevenly to the scratched-up table a few feet before you which acted as a mock counter island.

“I look…?” You prompted, biting your lip in an effort to not burst out laughing.

“I-fetching,” he managed to get out.

“Fetching?” You clarified. At this point it was getting difficult to not succumb to a fit of giggles. That was a new word for him. And to use it when you’re just in a pair of cotton shorts and some t-shirt?

“I dunno, fuckable, so…hah, so hot,” he sniffed, snatching up a loose pen from the table and proceeding to dance it across his knuckles.

It was a common stim for him-drunk or not-to fiddle with a pen. He was actually rather impressive with it, too. With the way he focused so intently on it at that moment, you felt like he was an exotic bird trying to coax in a mate. A futile display to try and get you to find him more enticing.

“Do you like how my…my fingers work, hmm?” He muttered, sparing a quick look up to your steady gaze on his hands. “Do you like how quick I am with ‘em? You…you wann’em up y-your pussy? Curling and pushing in and out, up ‘n down…in and…fuck.” He dropped the pen and frowned.

You unintentionally got a bit turned on from his murmurs of fingering you, to be honest. He was so desperate for you-his only focus-even subconsciously. The attention made you avert your eyes. Despite his clear desires, he was probably worn out from fighting and shouldn’t worry about fucking you. But you couldn’t help crossing one leg over another.

He took notice of this move, and stepped closer, cornering you against the counter.

“Do you want me? Want me t-to fuck you?” His hips were dangerously close to yours.

“You’re drunk, Tyler,”

“I’m not…’n even if I was, I always wanna fuck you when ‘m so-ngh-…not drunk, too.” He wasn’t wrong in saying that. The man was always horny. He closed the distance and pushed his groin against yours.

Oh, whatever. Damn it all. You threw your head back and moaned. Who wouldn’t?

“Tyler, you-“ you fought one last time, trying to retain some dignity. Deep down, though-in fact, not really deep down at all-you wanted him so bad.

“Please, say yes, ple-pleaasee…” He choked out, dipping his head in proximity to your neck.

“Okay, yeah, but-but just hand stuff-“ you managed before he crashed his lips onto your jawline, kissing and biting with the need of a starved man. He was practically growling with lust.

“We should…go to the bedroom, Ty,”

“N-ngh-noo, lemme take you on the c-counter…” he whined, grumbled against your skin as he continued to mouth all over you.

“Mmm…fine,” you sighed, a small grin on your face as you smoothed out his hair.

With that, he hooked his arms under your knees and hoisted you up onto the counter. You instinctually propped yourself up with your elbows.

Quickly, but clumsily, he slid off your shorts, exposing how wet you already were.

“Y’want my fingers? In you?”

“I said ‘hand stuff’, didn’t I?”

His hands curved up your thighs, pulling them apart so he could have better access to you.

“This ‘s what I’ve wanted all night…” he moaned, fingering along your slit.

“Christ, Tyler..shit!…” you moaned with him, clenching your eyes closed as a result of the stimulation.

“Wan’ my fingers to rub all over your cli-?”

“Yes, Tyler, just, fucking fuck me already!”

“Ahh, that’s what I like…” he growled, pumping two fingers in, easily due to your wetness, letting his thumb rest on your clit.

You mumbled a slurry of ‘yes’s incoherently when he began to thrust his fingers in and out of you, just as he had promised. His thumb inadvertently moved up and down on your clit as a wonderful consequence of his ministrations.

“Mmm, I knew you’d like this..,” Tyler groaned, quickly kissing the inside of one of your thighs as he picked up the pace.

“You’re too damn good, Ty, h-how could I not..?” You stuttered amidst broken noises.

“You think this ‘s good? Just you…heh, just you wait…” he groaned before curling up his fingers with each pump, grazing perfectly over your g-spot every time.

“Oh, Tyler, oh fuck! Yes!” You winced, fighting to keep your eyes from closing shut so you could look down at him.

For a quick beat, he made eye contact with you, and shot you a devious, drunken grin. It was both adorable and also very, very hot.

You barely noticed his erection against one of your legs as he got himself off on it, his small whimpers mixing with yours in harmony.

Somehow, impossibly, he got faster. By nature, you clenched around his fingers, especially as he added a third one with a slight chuckle at your reaction.

“Oh, fuck you, Tyler, you jackass, fuck that-feels-“ you couldn’t finish your sentence when his thumb, already rubbing on your clit, started circling it, too.

“Feels good?”

You nodded with desperate feverence.

By some fantastic talent, he didn’t let up, enjoying your moans and their ever-increasing pitch as he worked at what he was lusting over for so long.

“You gonna cum? Pleaseee tell me your gonna cum, I wanna with you-I wanna cum with you,” he droned, whining.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll cum with you, Tyler, don’t let up,”

“I wasn’t, fuck, I wasn’t planning on it,”

You both moaned loudly, and one of your hands reached over and grabbed his shoulder, digging your nails into it as you came on his fingers. He wasn’t long behind you.

Your orgasm lasted a good amount of time, with Tyler expertly keeping the pace, only slowing down as your orgasm did. You didn’t even notice how he slid his groin off of your leg until it was off.

The first thing you said was with a laugh. “Did you cum in your pants, Tyler?”

“Could you’ve expected m-me not to…?”

His arms hooked under yours and he helped you back up onto your feet, still tingling from the climax.

“Do you wanna take this ‘nto the bedroom?” Tyler asked, still a bit tipsy and trying not to stumble over his words.

“What?”

“Whaddya mean ‘what’? ‘m not done with you,”

You placed your hand in his and bit your lip from a smile, letting him lead you.

“I know you said, l-like, hand stuff ‘n whatever, but…can I use my mouth on you? Please? I’ll be good, ‘n-“

“Yes, Tyler, you can,”

“Thanks.”

You forgot all about the water you originally went in to get.

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tartigglez · 1 year

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HELLO!! the bubble emoji anon here. on pc.. so no emojis for me today [heart breaking emoji]. what do i do without emojis??? die?? yes.

ANYWAYS. saw u in need of fluff. me too.

diluc and reader who r absolutely pining for each other but aren't together. the little things. omg. the long hugs. the quick glances. the denial to coworkers/friends.. "no we are nOT together!!" (pls date me diluc) brushing of the fingers in public. trying to squeeze out every last minute together. SECRET EYE CONTACT AT THE SAME TIME!!! BLUSHING!!!! aaAAAAAHAHAHAHAH

per standard, i went off prompt, forgive me.

"if you need me"

diluc x gn!reader

genre: fluff (ish)

word count: 1.4k

tags: kaeya jumpscare, also venti kajhdjfak, farts (don't ask), diluc probably has problems with his emotions (if i write him, when does he not?), lil kisses cuz why not

tw/cw: alcohol, reader refuses to address their emotions (oops), also reader cries at one point (immediately comforted)

a/n: when will i ever stick to a prompt...

when you discovered that angels share was hiring, you were the first to jump upon the opportunity. after all, who wouldn’t want to work somewhere with decent pay, such a social environment, and under such a handsome boss…

1 day

“you’re the new employee, right?”

“uhm, yeah! that’s me!”

“right… your résumé is… impressive”

“thank you, master diluc”

“just diluc is fine”

“o-okay”

“most of your shifts will be shared with charles, but i will be working alongside you too. remember to wipe down the bar often, check the stock after each shift et cetera, i’m sure charles will keep you right”

“yep, okay!”

as he turned to go out of the bar and back to the winery, he snapped his head back towards you while you were putting your apron on.

“oh and, if a little green man with a lyre comes in here, kick him out by eleven, lest mondstadt experiences some sort of unfortunate wind”

“unfortunate… wind?”

“no it's- not like that”

diluc seemed to turn a little red, having accidentally suggested that lord barbatos had some sort of issue with his bowels.

“haha, no worries. i’ll see you tomorrow then?”

“yes, good luck. if you have any questions, ask charles”

3 days

“y/n, are you settling in well?”

“ah, hi! i've started getting used to the customers, that’s for sure.”

“have you run into any problems with them?”

“no, no, not at all. it can just be rather busy in here sometimes. between the knights and the guild, people really drink like crazy”

“hm, i suppose that’s one thing the knights are good at. if you need me, i’ll be in the back”

2 weeks

this is your fifth shift with diluc. he can be quite tense at times, but once you manage to initiate a good conversation with him about something he’s interested in, he can be quite chatty. you had encountered this the last time you had a shift together, when he began talking about some specialty wine that the winery was producing, it was actually quite pleasant, watching the man talking about this interest of his, although he did get a little embarrassed when he realised he had gone off on a rant.

the events of todays shift however, included…

diluc accidentally making eye contact with you, at least four times (it was not an accident, he was very intentionally looking at you)

the pair of you touching hands multiple times whilst trying to serve customers

and also, for some reason, diluc getting somewhat annoyed at a random knight captain who happened to waltz into the tavern and begin trying to sweet talk you.

4 weeks

by this point you’ve already learned that diluc and kaeya -as you now called him- were brothers, but had some sort of tension between them, which you also figured would be best not to meddle in. they were always at each others throats, but when they were apart, were both quite pleasant to be around. you had even hung out with kaeya once, sharing a meal at good hunter.

this would prove to be a mistake though, because he did nothing the entire time except continually asking if you were “canoodling” his brother. of course you denied it, feeling rather flustered. why on earth would someone date their boss? even though things did seem a little flirty between the two of you, it was a definite that nothing could happen, right? of course diluc made you only seem more suspicious, as he saw you and kaeya at lunch, immediately approached you both, and sat way too close to you, almost as if he was jealous or something! what an awkward meal.

2 months

personal issues were not something you had to deal with often, but when you did, you tended to shut them down, ignore them, and continue with life. you weren’t one to dwell. however, on the particular day in question, you were pretty upset, and this only seemed to get worse the more people asked you how your day was going whilst ordering a drink. you also knew that diluc would be coming in for his shift later, and you really didn't feel like dealing with his stoicism today. of course he’s nice to be around, just… a little awkward? he doesn’t make you uncomfortable or anything, he’s just not very chatty, and wouldn’t be great about distracting you from your feelings.

you could eventually hear some noise in the back, and realised this was diluc, probably sorting stock, or taking inventory, something along those lines. you, however, were still serving customers, taking drink orders, the usual.

of course, the later it got, the drunker customers became, your mood began to slowly get worse. you were exhausted, and honestly just wanted to go home and cry. it's been a rough day. you also happened to notice that the fridge below the counter was running low on bottles, so you’d best go stock it.

as you entered the back room, you saw diluc at the desk, filing paperwork. he’d been there for hours, and still hadn’t gone out front to say hello to you.

“y/n”

“diluc”

gosh, the silence could be cut with a knife.

“y’know, it's common practice to greet your employees when you feel like gracing them with your presence”

“i know, i'm sorry, it's just that i got caught up with something and i- are you okay?”

“huh- what? yeah, yeah, i’m fine”

so it seems that the tears in your eyes were still noticeable after all…

he slowly got up from his seat, coming to stand beside you at the shelf.

“i’ll ask again… are you okay?”

this time, you were choked up. you feared that if you spoke, the lump in your throat might dissipate, and you may just begin spilling tears. so, you opted for shaking your head, thinking this would work better, but it didn’t, you still began crying anyway.

“hey, hey, it’s okay. whatever it is, it's okay, i’m here”

he pulled you towards him, allowing you to sob into his chest. what on earth…?

“you should’ve told me, y/n”

“i know but, i thought maybe i’d get distracted and i-”

“it’s okay. i assure you. do you want to go home?”

you just nodded against his chest, breathing in his scent, because you knew you’d have to let him go.

“alright, you can go out the back”

he somewhat awkwardly let go of you, before sending you on your way. how strange. how is he so nice one minute, then as cold as to send you home the next?

“see you tomorrow, y/n”

“s-see you…”

2 months, 1 day

a ringing of your doorbell woke you up, as opposed to your alarm, which was worrying in itself. you quickly checked the clock in your room. shit! 1pm? late for work... how on earth could you have slept this much? and what did this mysterious person at the door want?

you slothed your way out of bed, hair awry, pyjamas…wrinkled, going to the front door to see what this person could possibly want at this time on a tuesday. approaching the door, you saw a tall figure, clad in a red jacket, with something in hand… it couldn’t be… is it…

“diluc?”

“diluc? hi- yes- diluc- me!”

he sighed at himself, meanwhile you were wondering what he was doing with such a massive bouquet of flowers.

“hi”

“i um… wanted to… bring you flowers… because…”

“because…?”

“uhm… would you like to go to dinner tonight? I mean- we can- just- not... if you don't want to... i mean-”

“i’d love to.”

“oh, um… okay! great. here you go…”

he handed you the flowers gently, looking beyond anxious at this point, a blush to compete with the colour of his hair dashed across his cheeks.

“they’re beautiful, diluc”

“you’re- uhm… never mind”

“hah, see you tonight?”

“see you tonight”

he smiled into the words he spoke, before turning around to depart from your doorstep. this however, was interrupted when you grabbed his wrist, turned him around and pecked him on the cheek. he was about to explode. literally. however, his spontaneous combustion was interrupted by someone yelling across the street…

“i knew it!”

of course, you and diluc responded in sync…

“SHUT UP KAEYA!”

hehe

#cael is talking to 🫧 anon :0 #dilucatdeeznuts #diluc fluff #diluc #diluc ragnvindr #genshin #genshin x reader #diluc x reader #diluc imagines #genshin impact

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jiminrings · 1 year

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478 drabble of the hours leading up to the baby’s arrival pls miss jay em rings <3 knowing 478jk he’d probably pass out just seeing oc in pain 😭😭😭 homie would have to be sedated i bet

478: drabble

alternatively, your baby girl decides to be ahead of schedule :)

[ 478 masterlist ]

H-7

Jungkook wakes up without you on his side.

It’s a rare occurrence as it is, especially now on the last month of your pregnancy where you don’t feel the energy to wake up as early as him. He’s used to the sight of you sprawled out one way or another, barely grumbling at him in the morning with Miso passed out on your bump yet neither of you were nowhere to be found.

“What are you doing up so early?” Jungkook hums, peeking at the bathroom. You’re still bundled up in his clothes because you’ve been cold since last night even when he didn’t touch the thermostat this time around so you would cuddle with him, your tossing and turning ironically lulling your husband to sleep.

“Couldn’t sleep at all,” you groan, washing your face with cold water because you’ve figured that if you can’t commit to sleeping at all, you might as well do a good job in staying awake.

Jungkook still swoons at the sight of you yet not so much at the thought of danger befalling on you, instantly tutting when he sees the wet floor.

“Careful. Don’t want you to slip, baby,” he holds out a hand for you to step over, sighing as he goes over his plans for the today which now apparently includes fixing a leak from the bidet.

“Huh?” you wonder out loud, furrowing your eyebrows as you take Jungkook’s hand nonetheless before looking down where his eyes are fixed on.

Your eyes widen immediately, your throat going dry at the sight.

“Jungkook,” you gasp in urgency, making him jolt immediately even if you aren’t halfway through your realization. “The floor wasn’t wet when I came in.”

“What does-…”

Jungkook slaps a hand on his mouth, rendered frozen as he clutches your hand even tighter. There’s a hybrid of a shriek and a squeal that builds up in his throat, one he didn’t even know would be let out two weeks earlier than your due date.

Your water broke.

H-6

“Fuck, fuck, I knew I should’ve started packing the hospital bag last week,” Jungkook mutters under his breath in panic, a stark opposite to you who’s pleasantly leaning against the wall while you wait for him to finish.

“It’s okay. We didn’t know Hwayoung would come earlier than expected,” you hum, your breathing shallow but not to the point that you’re actually grunting in pain. You’ve already got off the phone with your doctor and everything’s set up back in the hospital, the only variable you’re waiting for now being your husband.

“God, I’m so stupid,” he continues and it’s as if he’s completely tuned you out just to curse at himself, the whiplash he gets from fetching your slippers and your clothes momentarily clearing when he sees you with your eyes shut. “Are you going into active labor? Are the contractions bad? Can you breathe? Is Hwayoung’s head-…”

Jungkook stops himself, out of breath from fetching everything you’d need and more. He jumps from assumption to assumption, paling the further his mind races.

He exchanges a look with you that only he can discern himself because you’re confused at the way he zeroes in on you, his lips parting open in an unsure tremble.

“D-do… do you want me to uhm, check?”

“Check what?”

“If Hwayoung…. if you’re dilated a-and Hwayoung’s head is uhm, is there?”

You almost laugh directly at your husband’s floundering state, knowing that he means well but it’s painted directly on his face that he’s ghastly queasy yet knowing he’ll stomach it if it means he can help (?) you.

“I think I’d know if she’s crowning, baby,” you hum, pushing yourself off the wall to go and pry him off from overthinking the hospital bag checklist and to go grab the car keys already. You hold onto his arm firmly while you walk to the garage and Jungkook makes it his life’s mission to walk you there as seamlessly as he could, his wide eyes darting all over you every five seconds.

“I’m going to be okay. Hwayoung’s going to be okay,” you coax him, pressing a kiss to his temple when he secures the seatbelt around you. “Now, stop worrying and don’t pass out on me just yet, okay?”

H-4

“Gave a heads-up to the parents, Miso’s feeder is working, Jimin’s making all of the hospital staff hush up so nothing gets leaked, I turned off the stove, I got-…”

Jungkook goes through his checklist out loud, pacing your hospital suite with nothing but nerves. You’ve long decided to keep your eyes off him because it just makes you even more jittery, his repeated circles outbesting your cat’s when she’s on a mood.

You’ve already changed into your hospital gown and you’re tempted to ask for one for Jungkook too because he’s just that involved with the whole thing that he brought his own clipboard, doing the same 4-7-8 breathing exercise every time he’s close to passing out.

“Is Jungkook okay? I went out half an hour ago and he’s still going through his checklist,” Jimin furrows his eyebrows, setting his bag down that’s also full of your items as instructed by Jungkook.

“This is regular programming,” you yawn, looking at the clock. It’s either a matter of minutes or hours before you go into active labor, the waiting game becoming all the more exciting (and overwhelming) with Jungkook thanking you for carrying and about to bring your daughter into the world every two minutes. “The nurse asked me if I wanted to give him a pill to calm down.”

H-2

You’re gonna have to start pushing within the next hour.

“Well you seem calmer now than awhile ago,” you tease Jungkook who innocently looks up at you, lips pursed and eyes wide. He’s been uncharacteristically quiet in the corner after your doctor checked in on you, his usual chatter dwindling.

“Oh, I’m really not. I still feel like passing out,” he corrects you in a calm demeanor with a smile that holds more than it can actually bear, blinking away the tears that are already forming in his eyes because this new part of your lives is already so close.

You barely get another word in until a mug (from home; not just a paper cup the hospital offers) is thrust into your hands, your husband meekly smiling behind it with the tips of his fingers trembling.

“I’m sorry, I know you could only have ice,” he frowns, pointing inside the mug with a hopeful look on his face. “Made a sculpture out of it though if it makes you feel better.”

H-0

It’s with great difficulty that you try to push Hwayoung out.

You’re breathless and the sweat that clings to your forehead is the proof that you haven’t even been breathing completely for the most part, preoccupied in pushing that you shoved yourself for second place.

The medical staff that keeps pushing you on and yet you barely hear each one of their encouragements, the only things grounding you being your doctor’s counting and Jungkook’s hand who keeps squeezing you by the side.

You’re focusing on the burn and you try not to be distracted by anything else; not by the pain that makes your eyes turn white and neither the pressure that rises up your chest for each nudge and push that you give. It’s what reminds you anyway that you’re here and you’ve already come so far — with Hwayoung and Jungkook.

You push until you hear a shrill, distinct cry that pierces your heart before it pierces your ears, the relief of your daughter finally being out weighing down your shoulders before they rise up again in anticipation to hold her.

Jungkook feels like he can finally breathe again the moment you tilt your head back, his lips pressing a warm kiss to your cheek that’s already damp with tears of your own before his.

Hwayoung’s placed so tenderly on your chest that you could just cry feeling her weight on top of you, her tiny fists looking for solace because she won’t stop crying and neither you nor Jungkook.

Your daughter’s tiny and warm but she already holds the weight of the entire universe; the proof of you and your husband.

#478 drabbles #jungkook oneshot #jungkook imagine #jungkook scenario

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yelenasdiary · 2 years

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Hold On - Cold Chills

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader.

Summary: Things have been tough since you split from your wife, Natasha. Now wanting a fresh start elsewhere, Natasha sees what she’s truly losing. Is it too late for her to save what’s left of her family?

| Angst, light fluff | 3.8K | Warnings: None beside you and Nat have two children. Held hostage, mentions of murder, weapons, drugs, child birth,

Translation: detka (baby), malyshka (baby girl), moya lyubovʹ (my love), malenʹkiy prints (little prince)

Hold On Masterlist

“Na-Natasha isn’t here… she d-doesn’t live here anymore” you tried looking for the man’s eyes. “Probably a good idea she isn’t here” he chuckles, pulling up a seat in front of you and taking a seat. He placed the gun carefully on the table still in your sight, “I did hear that sad news about you two” he adds with a sarcastic tone “the black widow and her wife break up, I have to say I wasn’t expecting that” he laughs. “What happened huh? She cheats? Lose her cool with you? Or couldn’t you kick it as an avenger’s wife anymore?” he asks.

You ignored his words, distracted by the sulking whimpers of Rooster. “Pl-please let me check the dog, he’s just an an-animal” you looked to your intruder. He shook his head, “I don’t care about your mutt of a dog” he lent back in his chair.

Tears filled your eyes even more, “wh-what to do want with me?” you asked. The man pulled out a mobile from his back pocket and placed it next to his glock. “I’m glad you asked” he smirked, “do you want me to be honest or give you the sugar-coated reason?” he asked.

“Just be honest” you sobbed.

“Okay, well” he starts, leaning forwards towards you, “I’m going to kill you before I leave. You can blame your ex-wife for this, like I said before, she took everything from me, and I think it’s only fair I take everything from her” he explains. The tears becoming stronger. “Don’t worry, I’m not interested in hurting those kids of yours” he assures you.

“Whatever Nat did, I’m sorry but you do-don’t have to do this”

“Sweetheart, you don’t get to plead. I’m already being nice enough to leave your kids unharmed. The least you could do is thank me” he grabs the mobile and wipes your endless tears off your cheek. “Now, would you like to call them before we do this?” he unlocks the phone.

“Don’t k-ki..kill me here, please” you whimpered. Thoughts of Natasha returning to drop the children off only to see your lifeless body started to haunt you. The cold man looked up from the phone, “I don’t want them to see me…li-like that” you added.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you cover you well, leave a note for Natasha at the door” he gives you a chilling smirk. “Are we going to call them or not?” he asks once more.

Your mind was a mess between trying to stay calm, thinking of a way to buy yourself more time and of course, your family and friends. “Answer me!” he snaps.

“Ye-yes” you stuttered. The man gave you a nod, “right now what number do we call? Natasha’s?” he asked, his thumb hovering over the dial pad.

“No…Nat is on a mission, th-the kids are at their aunties house” you lied.

“Oh, this keeps getting better!” he smirked once more, “Natasha on a mission, the kids away, Natasha comes home to a dead ex-wife then has to explain her actions to the kids!” his chuckle made your stomach turn. “Number?” he cocked an eyebrow.

You stutter but finally managed to give him Wanda’s number, he placed her on speaker.

“Hello? Who is this?” Wanda’s Sokovian accent travels through the speaker.

“Wanda, it’s me” you spoke trying to hide your broken voice. The man placed his free hand on the glock as he waited. “Y/n, it’s late, is everything okay?” Wanda asks with a worried tone.

“Ju-just fine, uhm, I was just wanting to check in on the kids, say goodnight?” you explained hoping Wanda would quickly work out something was wrong. “Of course, Soph is asleep, but Riley is up in the boy’s room, I’ll just go grab him for you, I’ll be back” Wanda replied in a more cheerful tone to your relief.

----

Wanda muted her end of the call and looked at Vision. “Wanda, love is everything okay?” he asked his concerned wife. “Can I borrow your phone?” she asks, Vision didn’t hesitate and handed over his phone. “Can you get Billy for me please? It’s important” she asks, scrolling through Vision’s contacts. He didn’t speak, nodded and wandered to the boy’s room.

“Hang on Y/n, he’s just in the toilet” Wanda unmuted to buy more time before muting her end again. Finally finding Natasha’s number in Vision’s contacts she presses call.

“Hey Vision?” Natasha answers.

“Nat, have you heard from Y/n?” Wanda jumps to the point.

“No..not since this afternoon. Why?” Nat replies.

“Something is wrong. I have her on speaker, she called from an unknown number and asked to speak to Riley and Sophie, but they aren’t here” she quickly explains, “I can’t talk much longer but something is wrong Natasha” she adds in a worry.

“Let me call her phone and call you back” Nat suggests.

“No, Nat don’t do that. She could be in trouble, go to her!” Wanda hangs up once Vision comes back with Billy.

Wanda quickly explains that Billy needs to act like Riley and talk to you as if he were Riley. “It’s very important okay baby?” she looks at her son, Billy nods.

----

“Tell her to hurry up!” the man whispers to you.

“Wa-wands... ar-are you there?”

There was a moment of silence before you heard Wanda’s voice again. “I’m back, sorry about that we had a little accident” she returns her cheerful tone. “Can I pl-please speak to Riley?” you ask, hoping Wanda would make an excuse as to why you couldn’t.

“Sure, he’s right here” she says to your surprise.

“Mama?” you quickly worked out Billy’s voice, a sigh of relief leaving your body as you knew Wanda had worked out something was wrong. “Hi b-baby” you replied, playing along. “Are you being good for Aunty Wanda and Uncle Vis?” you asked.

“Yes! Tommy and Billy are showing me the new board game Vision brought them”

“That so-sounds like fun my love”

“Is everything okay Ma? You keep stuttering”

“Everything is fine my baby, I j-just miss you and Sophie and wanted to tell you how much I love you both”

“We love you to Ma! So much!”

Even though you knew it wasn’t Riley, your heart felt warm. “Wrap it up” the man whispered. You gave him a soft nod, tears still streaming down your cheeks. “Mama is going to bed now; you keep being a good boy okay baby” you spoke.

“I will mama! Goodnight!”

“Goodnight my love” you replied before the man hung up.

“Right, now that part is over. We should get things moving” the man stood from the seat and walked over to the kitchen island, unzipping a bag. You couldn’t help but break down, unable to move your arms or legs, your tears falling freely onto your neck and soaking the top of your PJ top.

“I’m going to let you pick your faith” the man spoke as he returned with a roll of tarp, a needle and of course, his glock. He lay the tarp on the floor beside you before returning to his seat. “You have two options. I can give you a hotshot or I shoot you in the back of the head” he says bluntly. “Either one will kill you instantly of course” he adds.

“C-can I pl-please leave them a l-letter?” you ask, again to buy more time.

“You want to write a letter? To whom? The kids? Don’t worry about that, I’m sure they’ll forget about who you are before they turn 18” he returns the cold smirk from earlier.

“pl-please, ju-just one” you begged.

“No” he shakes his head, “I let you call them, that’ll be enough” he says.

He laughed a little while you cried harder. Your mind processing this was it for you, your children would never truly hear from you again. “Now, which one? Needle or gun?” the man breaks your thoughts.

“G..Gu…gu-..gun” you stuttered, your tears falling harder.

“Good choice” he winks, grabbing the gun and walks behind you. You closed your eyes, saying your last mental goodbyes to those you love the most.

“You know, I do really hate to do this but sometimes things are just out of our control” the man’s voice haunts your thoughts, “any last words?” he asks. You shook your head, anything you wanted to say was being said in your mind.

Your eyes squeezed shut tighter once you heard him turn the safety off. Waiting for the sound of the shot if you could hear it.

“I love you; I love you; I love you” you whispered to yourself as you remember your most favourite memories.

--Flash Back—

*Memory 1: *

“Detka please, let me take you to see Bruce. You’ve been sick for weeks now” Natasha spoke holding your hair back and rubbing your lower back as you emptied the contents of your stomach into the toilet.

A few more chucks and a sip of water you felt fine again, “Detka, I’m calling Bruce” Natasha pulls out her phone. “Don’t” you placed your hand over her phone.

Natasha looked at you and frowned with concern. A small smile formed on your lips. “Nat, I’m pregnant” you said softly. Natasha’s eyes lit up, “W-what?! It worked?!” she asked with a big smile, you nodded as your own smile grew.

“We’re having a baby?” she whispered, placing her forehead against yours, one of her hands gently rubs your stomach “We’re having a baby” you confirmed.

*Memory 2: *

“I can’t do this!” you cried, squeezing Natasha’s hand tightly. “I’m so tired” you cried. Natasha kissed your forehead, “you’re doing great moya lyubovʹ” she tells you. Sweat dripping from your face, tired and in pain and somehow you still felt comfort in her words.

“I think two more big pushes will do it Mama!” the doctor says. You shook your head, looking at Natasha in tears “I can’t!” you repeated.

“Breathe with me baby” Natasha brushes your hair back, helping you find a rhythm again.

“Ready? I need you to give me one big push” the doctor adds.

“You’ve got this detka” Natasha whispers before you give the doctor another push, screams learning your lungs. “That’s it! One more” the doctors says.

You swore you almost broke Natasha’s hand as you give on final push before the room soon filled with the first cries of your new-born.

“Congratulations guys, it’s a boy!” the doctor smiles, holding up your son. A nurse hands Natasha some scissors and she carefully cuts the cord. Before the wrap your son up, they handed him to you for a moment.

Tears of joy filled your eyes, suddenly distracted by the pain of giving birth.

“I’m so proud of you moya lyubovʹ, you’re so beautiful” Natasha kisses your forehead again before her eyes met the crying baby.

*Memory 3: *

You drifted in and out of a slumber while Natasha watched over you and your son who was only a few hours old.

The baby started to pick up a fuss and Natasha scooped him into her arms. “Shh malenʹkiy prints you’re okay” she slowly swayed him in her arms, she smiled at him once he started to settle again. “You made quite the entrance, didn’t you” she starts. “Couldn’t wait to meet your mama huh?” she adds. “You’re a very special little boy, you know. Having the mama you have, she’s amazing” you faintly heard her speak.

“Your mama and I love you so much my little man”

When you woke up, Natasha was still sitting by your side, your baby peacefully sleeping in her arms. “Hi” you whispered, careful not to wake the bundle of joy. “Hi mama” Natasha smiled as she looked at you.

“How is he?” you asked, taking in the scene of your wife holding her son. “He’s perfect detka, he has your nose” she speaks softly. You smiled at her comment, “He needs a name” you said.

“I’m happy with the name we picked if you are” she looks down at the little baby. Your heart filled with more love, even though you didn’t think that was possible. “Riley Clint Romanoff” you whispered.

“Riley Clint” Nat repeated.

*Memory 4: *

You held 1 year old Riley in your arms as you waited for the quinjet to land. “Look Riley, Mommy is home!” you pointed to the large aircraft, Riley also pointed.

Natasha walked off the jet with a big smile on her lips “Is that my big boy I, see?” she cheers, walking over to you both, talking Riley into her arms and placing a kiss on his chubby cheek. “I missed you both!” she says before kissing your lips softly. “We missed you” you smiled. “Where you a good boy for mama?” she asks Riley who still hasn’t mastered the talking trait.

“A very good boy” you answered for him.

“Look out, there’s a mini-Romanoff on campus!” Steve came up behind the three of you, Riley wrapping his little hand around Steve’s index finger.

“Are you scaring my god son Rogers?” Clint calls with a chuckle. “I think you’ve already done that” Steve replied.

That afternoon you, Riley and Natasha spent at the compound, surrounded by Natasha’s second family. You already knew this but seeing how loving and fun everybody was with Riley made you soon realise that no matter what the world would throw at your son, he would always have the love and support of his big extended family.

*Memory 5: *

“Mommy!! Ma is being sickie again!” A little 4-year-old Riley ran towards Natasha. “Stay here baby, play with your blocks okay” Nat instructed before rushing to be by your side.

“Oh detka, are you okay?” Nat cooed when she saw you on the bathroom floor. You nodded, reaching your hand out for her. She took your hand and helped you to your feet. “I just want to go to bed” you said. Natasha knew recently you’d been having trouble sleeping, “Let’s get you to bed then” she smiled softly before leading to you bed.

You slipped under the covers; Natasha kissed your forehead “get some rest detka” she spoke. “Natty, could you please get me my favourite hoodie?” you asked with begging eyes.

“Of course,” she smiled, walking over to the drawer to grab your favourite hoodie of hers. She stopped in her tracks when she lifted the hoodie up to see a pregnancy test sitting right in front of her. Placing the hoodie on top of the drawer she grabs the test and turns around to face you. “Detka?” she says.

“Surprise mommy” you tiredly smiled. After a year of failed attempts, worried there was something wrong entirely, Natasha slowly walks over to you and sits on the edge of the bed. “Are you sure?” she asked already searching your eyes for an answer. “I had Dr Cho confirm with blood tests after I took that test” you explained. Natasha’s lips quickly grew a big smile, her left hand grabs your right, “you’re pregnant?” she asks just to be sure again.

“Yes, my love” you smiled as you saw the love in Natasha’s eyes. She places the test the side and wraps you tightly in a hug “I love you” she whispers.

*Memory 6: *

“She’s finally asleep” you slump down onto the sofa, resting your legs over Natasha’s lap. “I told you I’d help” Nat smiles, rubbing your legs to relax you. “I know but you were busy with Riley, and I don’t mind tending to our daughter” you smile, “it’s kind of my job” you joked. Natasha chuckled, “can you believe how quiet it is right now?” she asks as you felt yourself becoming more and more relaxed.

“It’s beautiful, I mean I love our babies, but the silence is so nice” you closed your eyes, enjoying the feeling of Natasha relaxing your muscles. “You know I love you right?” she says softly.

“Nat, she’s only a year old surely you can’t want another one just yet” you chuckled. Nat shook her head playfully, “No uh, what we have is already perfect” she says.

There was a moment of silence before you felt her hands stop rubbing. “Natty?” you questioned.

“I can’t do it” she says more to herself.

“Do what?” you open your eyes, slowly sitting up to look at her. “I can’t retire” she starts, “I know we’ve spoken about it, and I thought I could do it, but I can’t. Every day there is almost a new threat, and I can’t help but find myself thinking about you and kids. What if something happens to you and I could’ve stopped it?” she continues.

“Nat, baby, I know” you held her hands.

“You do? You understand?”

“Of course, I do. I knew the moment Riley was born that there was no way I could convince you anymore. I hoped you’d come to it on your own, but I see how much you stress about the kids when they get sick, I can only imagine how you feel with the things you hear and see when you’re not at home being a mother” you explain.

“You’re okay with it?” Natasha asked.

“No” you said honestly, “but I won’t stop you from doing what you love” your eyes fell to her hands, “I just…I just hope you’re more careful and more aware that you need to come home more than ever, we have children now” you add.

“Y/n, I promise you, I will always come home to you guys. I mean it”

“You can’t promise that Natasha… death is… death.”

“Detka”

“I’m serious Nat. Don’t promise me you’ll come home after every mission…realistically anything could happen. Just be more careful, I know what you’re like”

After that, that’s when the issues in your marriage started to show more.

--Flash Back Over—

“I’m sorry it had to be this way” the man’s voice brought you back to the harsh reality.

“So am I”

The loud sound of the glock filled the house. You squeezed your eyes tighter, your body went into shock, the tears soaking your face.

“Detka!” you felt a pair of soft hands cup your face as you shook. “Detka, open your eyes it’s okay” the familiar voice coached. Slowly you opened them to see Natasha kneeling in front of you, stroking your cheeks with her thumbs. “N-n-n-Nat?” you stuttered.

“You’re okay, detka” she gently wrapped her arms wound your neck, pulling you close to her chest as your body was still in shock. “Breathe for me” she says as she looked at the lifeless body in a pool of blood.

Natasha held you until your body came out of shock. “Natasha” you sobbed.

“I’m here detka, shhh” she kissed the top of your head. “I’m right here” she adds.

Shortly, you began to calm your body down, the shaking tops but your tears still ran freely. Natasha untied you and instantly you wrapped your arms wound her. “I’m so sorry” you cried into her.

“Y/n, it’s okay don’t worry about it. It’s not your fault. I should’ve been here” she held you tightly.

“No, Nat, I’m sorry. It was my fault. I told you to leave” you spoke as you pulled away from Natasha, “I was just so – “

“Shhh detka, don’t you dare apologise. You did the right thing. You did what you had too, okay? I’m sorry this happened, I should’ve been here. Are you hurt?”

You shook your head, “no I’m fine ju-just check Rooster! He’s in the bedroom” you told her. She nodded, “I’ll go check on him. Don’t…don’t look behind you, okay?” she instructs, protecting your eyes from the scene that showed behind you.

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Natasha called Tony, Steve and Clint who came over and helped clean up the mess, Bucky took Rooster to the vet to get check out while Natasha comforted you on the sofa, your head rested on her shoulder.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” she asked for the 100th time.

“Natty, I’m fine… I’m just a little shaken” you replied, “where’s the kids?” you asked.

“They’re with Yelena”

“How did you know?” you asked her, trying to work out how she knew you needed her.

“Detka, you called Wanda wanting to speak to the kids. She called me from Vision’s phone and said something wasn’t right. When I pulled up, the neighbour said they heard a smashing sound like glass breaking and the dog barking, so I knew something was wrong” Natasha explains.

Tony came into the living room and said everything was all clear and that Steve and Clint would take the body back to the compound for the authorises to deal with.

“Thanks guys” Natasha thanked them while you spaced out. “Detka, lay down. I’m not going anywhere” Natasha said once the guys left.

You looked at Natasha, your eyes red from crying. “I shouldn’t have let you leave; I mean it Natty; I love you and I can’t stop.” You admitted, “I miss you, everything is just cold without you here” you added.

“Y/n, we don’t have to have this talk right now, I want you to rest”

“No, I need you to know Nat… I was just so over the fighting and the not knowing. I knew when I married you that I would also be marrying your job, I knew that, and I was okay with that. Then we had Riley and I hated when you’d miss the little things, his first drawing or when he learnt to spell his name. Just moments I wanted to share with you, but something always dragged you away from me, from us” you went on.

You gently cupped Nat’s face, looking into her eyes once more “I was selfish and I’m so sorry I tore us apart. I love you; I always have, and I always will” you added.

Natasha searched your eyes for any sign of regret before she passionately pressed her lips against yours. You wrapped your arms around her neck and deepened the kiss. Her lips were soft as she kissed you with her all, her hands resting on your hips.

“Don’t retire” you whispered against her lips, pulling away for air.

“Wh-what?” She frowned at your words. You slightly pulled away, licking over your lips. “Talk to Tony, get it lifted. I should never have pushed you to retire. As much as we need you, the world also deserves to be protected” you explained.

“Detka, I meant what I said. You and kids deserve better of me. My life with is you, if you’ll have me again…” she paused “you and the kids mean more to me”

There was a moment of silence. With everything that has just happened and sharing a much-needed kiss, you weren’t sure what to do. All you knew was that no matter what, Natasha would always be there for you and kids.

“Nat…I – “

“It’s okay, Y/n, I don’t expect you to have an answer, not right now. I just want you to know you’re safe and I will do everything I can to make things right” Natasha cut you off.

“Come home” you said as soon as her mouth closed. Natasha tried to hide the light smile on her lips “are you sure?” she asked.

You gave her a nod, “I want to try again”.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #marvel #the avengers #black widow #fanfiction #mini series

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faybunnybelle · 2 years

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Red Lipstick (M)

Pairing: eddie munson x f!reader

Warnings: lots of smeared lipstick kisses, oral sorta (both receiving), p in v sex, hair pulling, uhm i think thats all?

A/N: short self indulgent thoughts about eddie w/ a reader who wears red lipstick because im obsessed with red lipstick as of currently. also i beg im not shadow banned again <3 so pls let me know if you see this.

if you kiss his cheek or neck he will leave the marks there. he cant help but what to show them off.

he looks forward to after school when he finally gets the chance to check his metal lunchbox. notes with hearts over the i’s and lipstick stains on the bottom filling up a plastic bag he kept next to his stash. and as always right on top lay a fresh note. the paper pink this time. that was new. what wasn’t though was the sticky kiss in the bottom corner that left a light red tint on his fingertips.

eddie loves kissing your red stained lips till his are the same color. he loves the way you look with your lipstick smeared down your chin panting, lip swollen. loves the focused look in your eyes as you reach your thumb to rub off the red that got on his teeth. smiling as you get up to clean the mess on your own face just to reapply the shiny red gloss.

but what he REALLY loves is when he has you on your knees for him. mouth full of cock. your eyes pricking with tears, nose pressed into the well groomed bush of pubic hair, inhaling his musky scent as he cums down your throat. red ring visible around his cock as you slowly pull away. evidence of what you has just down smeared around the base and tip.

OR when he gets you on all fours. a hand wrapped in your hair, dick buried deep in your sweet little pussy. his other hand occupying your mouth. middle and index finger shoved between your lips. drool pooling around the red covered digits as he thrusts into you brushing up against that special spot that has you dizzy.

AND when you guys make out before he goes down on you. the red from your lips transferring to his and then onto your skin as he kisses your thighs and the top of your mound. half lip marks and faded smears from the lack of pigment littered on your lower half.

really eddie just loves your red lipstick <3

i’m kind of just dipping my toes into writing eddie for rn so i’m sorry if this isn’t very good. it was also kind of written quickly. anyway pls let me know your thoughts/suggestions.

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Azul and Jamil x reader separately or poly if you’re ok with that- uhm romance I guess? Whether we r together or not is up to you. Can you write how they try to fluster you? Hwkejeoej pls

Fluster Me, Fluster You - Azul x MC x Jamil

Thank you for requesting! Out of all dorms, I find Octavinelle to hardest to characterize, but I think I did a good job! I hope you enjoy!

The door chimed when you stepped into Mostro Lounge. You came at the request of your boyfriends; Azul and Jamil. Many people would be terrified of that duo, but you knew better. Sure, they weren’t the nicest people in the world, but they put their pride aside and confessed that they loved you. It was sincere and you couldn’t say you didn’t feel the same. The lounge was packed as normal, like sardines in a can… You suppose that isn’t so far from the truth. And at once you were met with a sardine eel.

“MC, you took your sweet time.” Floyd came up to you the second you were about to take a seat. Oh no, he seemed a little pissed. “You know, if you hadn’t come this instant,” his voice lowered, “I would have had to come find you.”

You inwardly gulped and you kept the strong Perfect stare, “Of course I was gonna come. I told Azul I would.”

Floyd grabbed your hand and let you to one of the back VIP tables. Huh, when did Azul make VIP tables? At least the chairs were nicer. “But Shrimpyyy, he wouldn’t shut up about it. Something about everything having to be perfect.” He whined, mocking Azul’s voice when saying ‘perfect’. You couldn’t help but chuckle. Azul always puts in a lot of effort for you. Planning the perfect dates. Remembering all your favourite dishes, movies, clothes. You name it, Azul knows your liking.

Floyd dramatically sighed, “Now wait here. Azul will be here soon. Probably. Anyways, I’m leaving. I really don’t want to be here when Azul pretends he knows how to date you and Jamil. You might wanna pucker up because we both know Azul doesn’t know how to.”

And he just ups and leaves. You thought about chasing after him to ask more questions, but you didn’t want to die today. Also, something was distracting you. Or rather someone. Long brown hair. Check. Red sweater. Check. Smile that makes your heart pound. Check. Jamil was waiting in a corner of the lounge like he had been dragged here. He spotted you after a second and came over to your table.

“So Azul also called you over,” Jamil grumbled. You nodded while gesturing to him to sit on the chair beside you. He gladly took the seat and leaned towards you, surprisingly close.

“Um Jamil, what are you-“ You feel his breath on yours, “doing?” He held your chin in between his thumb and index finger. “What do you think I’m doing? No one can see us back here anyways.”

You looked away from him, his gaze too intense to stare directly at. Jamil was like the sun. You couldn’t help, but get caught in his warm light. He scooted his chair, so it was pushed up against yours, both of your thighs touching. Such a tease he could be. “You know,” Jamil continued, “Azul is taking such a long time for a surprise. We should use this time, don’t you think so?”

He stroked his index finger under your chin and you squirmed from the sensation. “Aww, how cute your face is. Especially when you're this red.” “Don’t tease me. Not when your face is prettier when you blush!” You retort.

“Ahem. Am I interrupting a date that I arranged?” You jumped slightly into Jamil as Azul’s face appears on your other side. How did he sneak up behind you? “You’re the one who invited us and then proceeded to disappear.” Jamil deadpans, still keeping his hand on your chin. “I was preparing the dishes you both like best, but I see you getting a headstart on our date. You wound me Jamil.” Azul places a hand on his chest with a mock sob.

Jamil shakes his head, “Good, I’m glad I did.” You felt another hand on the nape of your neck, “What are you doing Azul?” Azul smirked behind you as he buried his face into your shoulder. …It lightly tickled your shoulder like Jamil’s hand.

“What are both of you doing?” You asked. Azul smiled. You couldn’t see it, but you could feel his uplifting lips. And you didn’t need to see Jamil’s face to know it was mirroring Azul’s.

This was going to be a long day.

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Haunted (Cato x Reader)

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A/N: Jesus it’s been forever I apologize in advance but this is a long longggggg chapter last I checked it was at 6.5k words so I’m sorry about that. Really so sorry again, it’s hard to resummarize and also rewrite your version of the book

A/N: I hope you are having a day as wonderful as you 🤍

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Y/ns pov

Day 1 travel to the capitol. Day 2, tribute parade. Days 3, 4, and 5, group training with private training with the gamemakers the second half of day 5. Day 6, train for and have the interview of your life. Day 7, travel to location and begin trying to survive. Lovely, at the moment you were on day 4. How many hours of sleep did you end up getting last night, two? Four? It didn’t matter, you were ready to begin training. You debated going into Peeta’s room to ask him if he wanted to get in some extra training but you enjoyed having space to destress and actually practice.

You put on an oversized, long sleeve t-shirt and black leggings and some white sneakers. You put your hair up in a high ponytail and headed down to the training center. You weren’t surprised to find it empty, but luckily at least this time there were trainers and instructors setting up for the day. You had been improving but even with the extra practice you were still behind the rest of the careers. You asked for the instructors help with archery, you knew if Katniss had been here that would be her weapon of choice. It was clear to see it was not your strength. After a few minutes you managed to at least get close to your target. You were frustrated with yourself, you knew how accurate Katniss’s kills were, you wondered how she would fare in the games for a split second before shaking your head and trying to refocus.

You shot another time and you were shooting too much to the right. You threw the bow and arrows down out of frustration, groaning as you sat with your head in your hands.

“Not bad 12.” Your head shot up to see the district one tribute standing against the door to the training center. You scrambled back to your feet, worried about more people now knowing about having extra practice. “When did you sneak in here?”

“Uhm, like ten minutes ago?” Lie. “I saw them start to set up so I figured it was okay to come in.” Another lie.

“Not bad at shooting, probably around the same as Glimmer.” He was stating an observation, you weren’t able to figure out if he was annoyed or impressed. You were nervous. And also annoyed you’d seen Glimmer shoot you were better than her. Your mind started racing. What if he had been standing there for longer than 10 minutes? You needed to get out of there.

“Well, uhm I should go… and get my partner.”

Marvel picked grabbed a spear and perfectly shot it at a target, “Sure 12.”

You sped walked to the elevator and headed back to your floor. You weren’t surprised to see your team waiting for you.

“Where have you been?” Peeta asked

“Couldn’t sleep I was just walking around, went to the roof and then went to see if the training center was open, they just finished setting up in there by the way.”

You knew Haymitch could tell you were lying but he didn’t press. Instead Peeta replied again, “You should be careful going to the roof, I went up there the other day and I think the victor from District 2 was up there.”

“Cato?” Effie asked

“Yeah that one.” You could tell Peeta did not like him. Most people didn’t. Anyone who trained and won the games were never the favorites back home. You decided to keep the run ins you had with him silent.

“I’ll be careful. Are you ready?”

“He has to change first. Go pick out a shirt that at least coordinates with hers.” Peeta just nodded and left, “and you, I can’t do anything about your sleep sweetheart but at least grab something to eat before you go down there.”

You nodded and grabbed some rolls leftover from breakfast and a bottle of water to take with you. When Peeta still hadn’t come back you ended up grabbing a small plate full of breakfast food and eating as quickly as you could. You were halfway done with your food when Peeta finally came back out.

“This is as close as I got to that color.”

“Its fine, lets go.”

“Don’t you want to finish?” Peeta motioned at your half-finished plate.

“Nope all done.” You grabbed Peetas hand and led him to the elevator, “Come on, I want to try some actual fighting skills today.” You weren’t the last to arrive this time. In fact, it was only the careers and the boy from 10 and the girl from 5. The rest of the tributes started trickling in after you and Peeta had lined up for the hand-to-hand combat station. The boy from district 11, Thresh was behind you. While Peeta was getting instructions from the trainers you turned back to him. You noticed no one was lined up behind him, probably too intimidated.

“So, still thinking about possibly being allies?”

“No chance 12.”

“Come on, I know Rue wants to.”

“Yeah, but I don’t trust your boyfriend over there. I think I saw him talking to the careers.”

“What? When?” This was news to you, you weren’t supposed to train separately, but if he had been waiting to use another station like this case maybe he had talked to them. You looked back at Peeta sparring and felt thresh lean over just a bit.

“Yesterday after he had thrown those weights. The guy from 2 and the girl from 1 talked to him while you were cleaning up from the camouflage station. Rue isn’t sure about him either.”

You remembered, Peeta had fallen on an obstacle course and when the careers began laughing you had told him to go against what Haymitch had said. You made sure to keep your eyes trained on Peeta. Your plans to not work with him solidifying every day. Thresh could just be messing with you, but he seemed too straightforward to say something like this. You spoke loud enough for him to be able to hear, looking annoyed with your arms crossed.

“I’m only doing this until the games. I don’t plan on working with him after that.”

“We’ll see.”

You were prepared to say something else but Peeta came down right then, “Go ahead y/n, good luck up there its intense.” You smiled as sweetly as you could and headed up there. Thankfully you were able get some of your anger out. You did your best to avoid most of the hits and land a few of your own but you ended on your back more often than not. You were not looking forward to having to do that in the games. You looked over and noticed Peeta talking to the district 1 girl, Glimmer. Now you knew Thresh was right. Dammit. How were you supposed to get allies if he was doing stuff like this? All of the guys were bigger than you and most of the girls were too. The only upper hand you had is that you would be used to foraging and surviving without the comforts of the capitol.

Once you reconnected with Peeta the two of you headed back to a smaller station, identifying edible plants and roots. A relatively easy one for you, and it gave you and Peeta a chance to talk again.

“So, what did you and Thresh talk about?”

“I was asking him about being allies with us.”

“Anything with that?”

“Nothing.” You sighed, it was a shame. Peeta was so nice, but he was making mistakes. Even though you didn’t mind at the boy from 1, you would never talk to him in front of the other districts. That would be suicide none of the other districts would even think of considering to being allies. “Why were you talking to Glimmer?”

“She was trying to dig for information. See what we found out about the other tributes. Since we decided to talk to them yesterday.”

“What did you say?”

“Nothing, I told them no wanted to be allies. Which is true. Since you talked to Thresh and he said no.” You just nodded. If you kept up this whole charade of working together, you’d never be able to work with anyone else. And if came down to a fight you didn’t stand much of a chance.

This time at the cafeteria you didn’t talk to anyone. You were starting to panic, especially for the private sessions with the gamemakers, you weren’t sure what you were even going to do.

“Y/n?” Peetas voice snapped you back to reality, “Come on pretend I said something funny. We still have to keep this up.” You just complied, you weren’t trying to upset Haymitch and so far he’d actually been trying to help. This whole charade seemed to be so easy for Peeta, you wondered how much of everything he said was true. You were so tired, you wanted to get these games over with. Win or lose, at this point you didn’t care. Peeta had to ask you things several times and direct you on what to do, while you did enjoy Peeta’s company forcing yourself to work with only to possibly have to kill him in a few days was doing a number on your mind. The worst part was that because you liked him you wanted to work with him less and less, you would know it was all business with Thresh. Rue… well. Rue was different you were almost rooting for her to win at this point. Especially seeing her potential come out in training, she never missed with her slingshot and she was always climbing on equipment, it wasn’t until she had managed to steal one of the knifes Arioch had been training with that you realized you were underestimating her, Rue had potential, real potential to get far in this game and you wanted to help her do it. You tried not to think at what cost that might affect your own game.

Going back to training Peeta asked you again what you wanted to work on, you had told Haymitch your skill lied in spears and as you had come to find out knives, and it did but you weren’t sure you’d be able to practice that in front of the careers. Might as well get adept in other areas, your mind went to the bow.

“Can we try the arrows?”

“Why not, I’m sure you’ll knock it out like usual.” Peeta smiled at you, you couldn’t help roll your eyes and let out a small chuckle. You nudged him and headed towards the archery station. Unfortunately, you had done relatively well in most of the stations, but they were mostly the survival ones. The trap setting being your best one, but Peeta did much better at the hand-to-hand combat and swords. You remember how much it had irritated you because honestly the swords were heavy and awkward for you to deal with. You needed something lighter, its why you preferred the knives but the chances of getting them really were almost zero.

Peeta went first with the bow, he managed to hit the dummy but not by much. He might be able to stop someone if he got his hands on it but he certainly wouldn’t kill them, unless he got lucky. You noticed the careers watching you as you lined up to practice, you suddenly began panicking about this morning. Maybe Marvel had seen more than he let on. Why were they so close? You tried to slow your breathing as you released your first arrow, definitely hit the chest of the dummy but it was going to the right. Again. Your head dropped in frustration, while strands of your hair had fallen loose around your face you could see Arioch and Glimmer laughing at something he said. Marvels head was tilted and he raised an eyebrow, almost daring you to miss again. Fine. You remember that you used to hate when people doubted you but after a while you realized that it was actually a kind of a good thing. You loved proving people wrong.

“y/n we can just leave…” Peetas voice went in one ear and out the other as you nocked your bow and you readjusted your aim slightly to the left. Don’t overthink it you told yourself. Before Peeta could give you any other warning you drew your arm back and released that arrow. Finally. You shoot another at the head this time and it manages to land as well. You shoot another couple targets just for good measure all of your arrows now landing right in between where the eyes would be. Just like that day 2 of official training was over. Time to tone it back down.

“Do you want to try anything else?” You ask Peeta.

“Not much else to do.” He smiled at you, “Want to teach me how you did that? Or is that too much help?”

You cursed yourself internally, cursed Peeta for being so likeable. You handed the bow over to him and told him to find his dominant eye, then you started restating everything the instructor had said. He got a little better, but not by much. Peeta had never had to scrape for food, he needed to be able to imagine the target was something that needed to be killed. You thought of game, animals. In a few days, you wouldn’t be able to pretend you were killing deer. After he had exhausted his archery skills Peeta asked to switch one last time

“Hey, since we have about a half hour do you mind if we go back to the camouflage station?” You nodded and followed him, the two of you had just passed this station but Peeta had been really invested in it. He got straight to work on camouflaging his arm into a tree, if it wasn’t so infuriating it would be really impressive. Peeta had a lot more strengths than he had let on, and you wondered exactly how much he was sharing with you and Haymitch. You watched as he Peeta continued to blend his arm into different backgrounds, you had stopped trying a while ago, your fingers were too shaky whenever you tried. Your hands had to work with all at once, not deal with hyper precision. Its why you did well with the knots and knifes, it was quick no thought behind it, you could focus on other things.

“You know I used to do the cakes.” Peetas voice snapped you out of overthinking, again.

“The ones in the bakery? Those were always beautiful.” You commented, this seemed to satisfy Peeta enough that he didn’t need to talk any more. He smiled at your recollection of them. You hadn’t actually paid much attention to the cakes but your brothers always wanted to save for them, you thought the money you earned could be used elsewhere. Older sibling privileges won out most of them time, especially since there was no real need for cakes in 12. Few could afford cakes like the ones Peeta made. Anyways, he didn’t need to know how little you knew about him.

As he finally finished and was washing up you looked around the other tributes. They were all getting tired, all of them focusing on the weapons. Ignoring Atalas initial brief, sure everyone touched the fire making but that was about it. Except maybe Rue and Thresh. But that was because Rue followed you to almost every station at first, today she stayed near Thresh for the most part unless he went to one of the big fighting stations then she would hang back and watch or depending on where you and Peeta were she would tag along. Rue made it easier to talk to Peeta, she was shy and for whatever reason Peeta was good at making her smile. Another reason killing Peeta was going to be difficult.

Everyone filed out and you waited until Peeta went into his private quarters before sneaking back downstairs. You wanted to work on what you were going to show the gamemakers. The instructors were all gone and the room was finally empty. It was relaxing being able to practice without everyone around. You decided to pick up the bow and arrow again, you figured if you needed to try and get rid of someone from a distance. You shuddered at the thought of you planning it, these games were unnatural and you had to remember that.

“You’re definitely making improvements 12.”

You couldn’t whip around any faster you came face to face with Marvel again, he had a smirk knowing you’d been caught, and not to mention clearly freaking out. Before you could try and stammer anything out he held up his hand, effectively stopping you. You were furious at yourself for not being able to get it together.

“Relax 12. We know about the extra practice.” We? All of the careers? Why weren’t they in here? He tilted his head when he looked at you, clearly confused. “District 2 gets a little too fight-happy their mentors wont even bring up the practice. I meant me and Glimmer.”

“Don’t need the practice, I’m guessing?”

He looked down for a second, he seemed almost…sad? Did he not think he had a chance to win? All he needed to worry about was Arioch, if he was smart he would get him during the bloodbath, when he was distracted. He might be able to play it off as someone else. He shook it off quickly and out of nowhere his confidence was back.

“I think Glimmer might benefit.” He shrugged, “Don’t you think?”

“I’m not one to judge.” You stopped caring then, tomorrow would be the final day to really train before meeting with the gamemakers and you needed a good score. Besides if the careers knew about you anyway, it wouldn’t matter. You shrugged and grabbed another arrow and shot it at the dummy. You aimed for the head. It was close but not exact, how the hell did Katniss never manage to miss moving targets, you couldn’t even manage the ones that were still. You looked at Marvel who just raised his eyebrows, you desperately wanted to ask him for help but you knew that would get you nowhere. “Are you going to just stand there or are you going to pick something up?”

“I don’t know yet. Seeing you frustrated is pretty entertaining.”

You couldn’t help mocking him. A habit from messing with your siblings. But it did get a small laugh out of him, wouldn’t you know? The competition had a personality outside of the games.

“You want to try the combat station?” It was your turn to laugh

“Yeah right, I got my butt kicked everytime. And we aren’t supposed to fight each other.” You say as you start racking the bow and arrow

He clicked his tongue and threw me one of the sparring sticks. “Technically the rules say not to hurt any of the other contestants.”

Your lips twisted as you took in this information. Would it make that much of a difference in the end? He had already seen you eat the ground with the trainers. You shrugged and followed him up to the mat. It took less than a minute before he had you pinned down.

“Ugh. Get off. I’m going to get my butt handed to me out there.” You said as you dusted yourself off, but made no effort to get up

“Yeah you should really practice that.”

“I hate you.”

“Ooh ouch 12. Don’t be mad at me because you cant handle a fight.”

“You’re how much bigger than me? And you’ve had practice, fuck off.” He chuckled and offered to help you up. You tentatively took his hand and got up. You took this moment to use you leg to trip and get him on his back, “Yeah you’re right I do need practice.” You smiled down at him.

“That’s cheating.”

“Ha!” You jumped off the mat and headed towards the elevator, “Theres no cheating in the hunger games.”

It was almost dinner when you got back to your floor. Thankfully no one was really around to see you come in, you didn’t feel like answering any questions. You focused the rest of the night on tomorrow. This is when it all counted. You knew Haymitch had told you to save your skills from any of the tributes, well that didn’t work. As far as you knew Marvel told the rest of the career pack what you had been doing. You were the first one at the table, again. Haymitch came in next and you couldn’t help but start worrying about what exactly to show the gamemakers. Haymitch assured you that you had nothing to worry about. You had begun planning what to actually do for the gamemakers when Peeta joined you. You felt but you got quiet, you needed to draw some kind of line between the two of you before the games started. You couldn’t let your feelings get in the way, and Peeta was way too nice.

“What are you guys whispering about.”

“Y/ns just nervous about tomorrow, doesn’t know what to do.” Thank God for Haymitch, it was like he knew exactly when not to say too much.

“Why, its not like she doesn’t have an array of weapons to choose from. You should have seen her with the bow and arrow today. Shes amazing.” Dammit Peeta.

Haymitch raised his eyebrow at me, now you had to say something “And that sparring station was…what exactly? I was right from the beginning, if it comes to combat Peeta has a better chance than me. I ended up on the floor everytime.”

“Well, I don’t know if you can fight anyone during the private sessions Peeta but now is when you want to pull all the stops. Everyone will be in the same training uniform tomorrow so don’t worry about making yourself look nice.” This got a chuckle out of both of us, “You two are going to be the last to go so make it count.”

Effie had been listening to the whole conversation, which shocked you because she usually made quite an entrance. “You two are going to do just fine.” You weren’t exactly sure how much of that she believed but Effie was nothing if not polite. Her and Haymitch left to try and get information. Effie wanted to hear who people were leaning towards, as if she didn’t already know and try to sway them to look at us. Haymitch wanted to talk to the other victors, apparently they had somewhere they all gathered to watch the games and do whatever it is they did. You wondered if Cato would be there. He might have been willing to offer some more advice. Guilt hit you the second you had that thought, you didn’t want to use Cato for his advice. You genuinely enjoyed his company, he had just always been willing to help.

You started walking to your room, you had to at least try and get some rest before the private sessions tomorrow. You noticed you were lagging, a part of you wanting to relax on the roof again. You noticed Peeta had stayed in the common area, he looked as if he was trying to sleep himself. In the end you couldn’t help yourself, Peeta had tried his best to be friendly, you may as well do the same.

“Everything okay?” You asked as you sat next to him

“Just thinking about tomorrow I guess.”

“You’ll do fine Peeta, you’ve done really well in the combat stations. Those are important.” The thought of you losing to Marvel flashes through your mind, it was the one thing you probably wanted to improve and just couldn’t seem to get the hang of.

“What about the games? I’m not…I’m not cut out for them. You’re set, all you have to do is get your hands on some rope and you’ll outlive everyone. And if you get a hand on a weapon? You’ll win.”

“I doubt that, I don’t have the practice for it.”

“That’s not entirely true.” He smiled at you, he was right. You’re experience in the woods had given you a huge advantage, and it had allowed you to pick up a lot of new skills. Still, you didn’t dare get your hopes up. You needed to have your guard up.

“Y/n, you ever feel like you want to do something in these games?”

“Just survive honestly.” Peeta chuckled

“I don’t know I just hope that when I die I can still be me?”

“What do you mean?”

“I just don’t want the games to change me.”

“How could you not though? Even the victors who didn’t have to kill anyone came out different. People have to die for you to win. How can you not change? I think it’s a package deal.”

“Yeah….maybe.” You weren’t really sure what to say next, in the end the capitol wants to see a good show. You just nodded, you didn’t think he needed to hear that.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?”

Peeta usual cheerfulness seemed feigned at the moment, “Yeah, sleep well. We got a big day ahead of us.” Well now you had to go to your quarters. You tossed and turned most of the night. It seemed like you were about to finally close your eyes when Effie knocked on your door to get you ready. You felt like you were walking through some kind of mud just to get to the breakfast table. Your body sore from training the day prior. As much as you needed the energy you couldn’t seem to eat.

“Come on sweetheart, nows not the time to be losing sleep. You’ll have plenty of time for that in the arena.”

You weren’t sure where it came from but as your head slumped into the crook of your elbow your other hand shot up flipping Haymitch off.

“Y/n!” Effie yelled

“She’ll be fine today.” Haymitch chuckled, at the end of the day Haymitch liked your temper. He threw a roll at your head and your spirits were lifted enough to eat as much as your nerves would allow you, not that it was much but it was something. You and Peeta were mostly silent on the ride down to the training center. Everyone had until lunch. Those few hours were dragging. Besides the careers and a handful of others, the tributes were scrambling to get in any practice that might give them an edge in the private sessions. You were frankly too tired and sore to use any possible energy until it was time. You and Peeta had wasted some time trying to work on identifying different plants. A relatively easy task for you, Peeta not so much. Even Rue came by and giggled at his many wrong attempts, you were lucky Prim really had been willing to talk to you about all the different kinds of plants you could find in 12, it made things much easier to remember.

Lunch was pretty silent, minus the career table talking loudly about how well they were going to do. The warning that the private sessions about to start got everyones attention. The boys were up first. Marvel got called up first, getting some cheers from his table. His demeanor was so different than when it had just been the two of you. Then again, you shouldn’t be too surprised, his alliance took priority. You’d only seen him a handful of times. It only took him around 10 minutes before he was done and headed towards the elevators. You could have swore he looked at you for a second but you’d only just caught his eye as you lifted your head to hear Glimmers name called out. Her session seemed to take longer. Maybe it was just because your eyes were still fighting to stay awake. You decided to rest your head in your arms. Your head shot up as the girl from 10 went in.

“Jesus y/n how late were you up last night?”

“That’s a great question Im not sure I want you to know the answer to.”

Peeta laughed, “Why not?”

“You might tell Haymitch, or worse Effie.” You were only half joking, if they knew you really hadn’t slept all night you’d never hear the end of it. Effie would probably have suggested some kind of Capitol concoction to knock you out. You looked at Thresh and Rue sitting off by themselves, it was just the four of you left. You motioned towards them to Peeta before trying to break the ice again, “Good luck you guys.”

Rue nodded, “You too.” Thresh had the ghost of a smile on his face. But he did a quick nod to you. And just like that he was called up. His session seemed to fly by and you were a nervous wreck, you wished rue luck again but you couldn’t stop shaking your leg in anticipation. Peeta tried to say something to you but you didn’t really hear him.

“What?”

“You’ll do fine.” He repeated, you nodded but your leg didn’t stop. Peeta put his hand on your leg and your attention was drawn away. His steady hand calmed you, if he was just playing a game he was doing a great job. Regardless, you appreciated his kind gesture. You patted his hand when his name was called, “Good luck, and don’t forget what Haymitch said.”

He smiled at you as he went in. It was just you now, you and your thoughts. You hoped your aim wouldn’t fail you. You got called back before you could see Peeta come out. Besides the careers none of the other tributes had come back through, nothing to brag about I guess. Your heart sank to your stomach, the gamemakers couldn’t look less interested. They had been there too long, they were probably ready to go home. No, they were just ready for lunch, some food was being brought in.

You cleared your throat to try and get their attention. “Uhm Y/n L/n. District 12.” Why did that last part sound like a question? One of the gamemakers told you to go ahead.

You decided to grab the arrows, you’d gotten much better at them. You managed to get a bullseye, well not exactly but it was close enough the gamemakers would think so. You got excited and went to grab the knives youd been practicing on your own. You threw them at the surrounding targets, it hit much more accurately. You wanted to do more maybe grab a spear next, it was your best chance at impressing the game makers you had thought but when you smiled and looked up you noticed that only a couple of the gamemakers were actually paying attention. Everyone else was focused on the pig that was being rought in. Your life was on the line and they couldn’t focus on you for another few minutes? Was lunch that important You grabbed another knife instead as you heard one of them wonder how they were going to cut into the pig. They had just finished setting the pig on the table when the knife left your hand. It landed above the apple and in between the pigs eyes. Suddenly all eyes were on you.

“You guys need a knife for that?” You could hear the venom in your voice. “Sorry to disturb your meal.” You spun on your heel and knocked over a stand with a bunch of swords and spears on it on your way out. Hot tears began streaming down your face. You immediately regretted your actions, after all the work you’ve put in. Now you doubted if you’d even make it into the games. You stormed into towards the elevators, you passed District 1&2 hanging around the lobby. Thankfully no one glanced in your direction, the last thing you needed is for them to see you as weak and puffy. You wiped your eyes as you opened the elevator doors, you’d never wished these weren’t made of glass as much as you did now. You smashed the button for the door to close. You could feel a pair of eyes on you but you refused to look up and kept your eyes trained on the floor.

The fresh air that once felt so refreshing and welcoming now felt like a slap to the face. But you felt like you would suffocate if you stayed inside any longer. You found yourself wishing again that you could talk to someone, and your mind flashed to Cato. God, why did he popping up? None of that mattered, you knew Effie and Haymitch were waiting for you but facing them felt worse than facing the hunger games at the moment, they had been trying to rally sponsors for you and Peeta. Now the gamemakers would give you such a low score no one would even look at you. You screamed into your hands, you just messed everything up. As you paced you found yourself knocking down and kicking any flower vases and making a mess. It did help the anger you felt but the guilt doubled when you thought of whatever poor avox might have to clean this up later. You tried, without much success to move all of the broken pottery shards but you started getting worked up again and decided to face Haymitch, it was almost dinner and they would be looking for you.

“Y/n there you are! We’ve been looking everywhere for you!” Effie wasted no time in fussing over you the second you stepped off the elevator.

“I was just getting some air…” She led you to the table as you mumbled your excuse

Cinna, Portia and the rest of your stylists were waiting for you, great. After the amazing job they did at the tribute parade, it just reminded you how much you had messed up. You could only imagine how puffy your face was, you thought about excusing yourself to go wash up but everyone was waiting on you to talk about the scores. You decided to sit next to Peeta this time

As the adults start their small talk he leans over to whisper to you “You okay?”

You shake your head, no point in hiding. It was clear to anyone you had not had a good day. You keep your eyes trained on the rolls you were nibbling on after that.

As they start serving the main course Haymitch finally asks what you’ve been dreading, “Alright.” He says as he stands up to go to the bar to get some kind of spirit, “How bad was it?”

Peeta goes first quickly saying no paid him any attention and he just threw heavy things until they eventually told him to leave. You avoided looking up at the rest of the team waiting for you to go next

“And you, sweetheart?” Haymitch asked as he began pouring his drink, well theyre going to see your score sooner or later.

“Well.” You tried to make it seem like a smaller deal than it was, it did not work, “The gamemakers said they needed a knife, and I helped them find one.”

Everyone stopped eating. Even Haymitch though his back was turned was still, “And just what do you mean you helped them?” He asked you

You sighed, “Well the pig they had ordered didn’t come with a kinfe and it seemed pretty important so I just…sort of, maybe” your voice dropped to a mumble “threw one at their direction.”

Effie is first to break the silence, “You what???”

“I mean I didn’t throw it at them, I threw at the pig. Since apparently that was more important than me trying my best to get a good score for sponsors.” You could hear the initial annoyance at their actions rising again, “I’m sorry… I just lost it, I was doing really good, or at least I thought I was and they wouldn’t even look at me!”

“Y/n, what did they say?” Cinna asks carefully

“I—I’m not sure. I left after that.”

“You weren’t dismissed?” Effie looks as if she is about to pass out “Haymitch!” She turns to him looking for some help to scold me, I’m sure but Haymitch surprises even me when he just turns around with a smile and his thumb up.

“Well Sweetheart, I know I told you to make an impression but that’s—that’s something.”

“Will they hurt my family for what I did?” You voice must have sounded desperate because Haymitch patted your shoulder before he sat back down

“I wouldn’t worry about that, theyd have to say what happened in there. Its supposed to be a secret, more likely than not they will try and make your life hell in the arena.”

“Isn’t that already the goal?” You asked

Haymitch shrugged, you’re glad he wasn’t upset at you. You had managed to work well to Haymitch and the last thing you wanted was to waste his efforts. He started chuckling to himself, “What did they do when you threw it?”

All eyes were on you again, but everyones curiosity was piqued and you could feel a smirk growing on your face, “Its not supposed to be funny, but some of them were ridiculous. One of the men screamed like a girl and backed into someone else who fell into a punch bowl. The rest of them were mostly shocked.”

Haymitch laughs harder than you’ve ever seen. The others are laughing into themselves, even Effie who is trying hard to not look at the table to hide her smile, “It serves them right. Their job is to pay attention to you and give you a decent score.” Her eyes grow wide and darts to the other capitol members at the table who thankfully for Effie nodded in agreement, still she said “I’m sorry but that’s how I think.” You remember how even out on the roof where the wind would pick up Cato was wary of saying anything. It shouldn’t surprise you that the capitol was always listening, the scary part was how scared a small opinion could make someone like Effie and more so a career like Cato. You wondered how they would feel about all the things you had to say. You tried to distract her by bringing the conversation back to your score

“I’m not going to get anything higher than a 1.”

Portia, Peetas stylist speaks up “Oh scores only matter if they’re really good. If anything it could be a strategy to do poorly. Some people have done that. And from what Haymitch has said that’s what the other tributes will think.” She reaches across the table to squeeze your hand.

“Well why don’t we go to the living room? The scores will be getting televised soon!” Octavia clapped her hands together and began getting up. Regardless of what you would get, you were at least more relaxed about the outcome. Effie and Haymitch could spin something up about your low score if it came to it. Peeta is worried about his score thinking he will only get a four after just throwing around obe of the bigger weights around. At least you would be in this together.

The capitol insignia flies across the screen, tonight everyone in every district will see the chances of all of their loved ones on live television. Today your family would see how you would fare against some of the careers. Caesar Flickerman and Claudius Templesmith begin excitedly talking about the games and how exciting it will be to see the scores we turn out. It irritated you, how this was seen so casually as nothing more than a game to these people. Your life was on the line and they were talking as if this was another news day.

The careers scores all range from the eight to ten range. Not surprising. The rest of the tributes range across the boards. A few of the stick out, the girl from 5, Hana you think, getting a 2. The boy from 10 got a 9, interesting you thought, He had mostly kept to himself. Rue getting a 7, that was impressive, you tried to not be too happy for her, especially not in front of your team. Thresh pulled out a 10 as well also, not surprising. Finally, its Districts 12’s turn. Peeta’s face comes up on the screen. Everyone is silent before an 8 flashes across his face. Everyones starts congratulating him while your name and picture pops up on the screen, it was interesting seeing yourself. You looked so…serious? Initmidating? You weren’t quite sure. You braced yourself as the team began shushing and getting quiet to hear your score. Then after 5 excruciatingly long seconds you see the eleven pop up on your screen.

Wait. An Eleven??

Effie’s squeal breaks the silence suddenly everyone is congratulating you. The highest score out of all the tributes. Theres no way. You look at Haymitch as he claps your shoulder,

“They must have liked your attitude. This is a show after all, they need some players that will make the games interesting.”

“The girl on fire,” Cinna says as he gives you a hug, “Just wait until you see the dress we have planned for tomorrow.”

“More pretend fire?”

“You’ll see.” Cinna was entirely too excited for tomorrow. And whatever he had planned was going to make a statement. His mischievous smile told you everything you needed to know.

When the adults stepped to the side you and Peeta were left facing eachother, your smile fading when you saw his expression but before you could ask anything he spoke “Congrats y/n.”

After that he turned and left. You weren’t even able to congratulate him back. Was he upset you got a higher score than him? That wasn’t your fault? Not entirely anyways. You weren’t going to let this ruin your night, you had just gotten an 11. You could worry about Peeta another time. You retired to your quarters, finally cleaning yourself off. The tantrum you had thrown earlier had worn you out, but you were determined to go to bed refreshed. Refreshed and ready. Now you could just wake up and start training for the interviews. Since you had volunteered this was the first and last night (you assumed) of decent sleep you would get for awhile.

You woke up feeling very refreshed the next day, you let your hair stay down since Cinna and the stylists would be in charge of it later. By the time Effie knocked on your door to tell you it was going to be ‘a big big day.’ You were out ready to step out and ended up being the first one at the breakfast table. You thought briefly about you would be doing back home, but besides setting up traps for the week with your brother there wasn’t much else to Sundays. Peeta and Effie joined you next. Peeta still seemed annoyed. You hoped he wouldn’t let it affect training. Haymitch barely had a minute to sit down before Peeta decided to clear his throat to speak up.

“I think its time me and y/n trained separately.”

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Cato’s POV

You were starting to get a headache. Arioch had been moaning non stop since last night. More like screaming and throwing a fit but now it had come down to moaning, both him and Clove were being insufferable. Everyone but you and Enobaria had stopped watching after District 4’s training scores. The year before you would have done the same, but you were interested in how the other tributes had done. Well, more like you wanted to see how District 12 had done You weren’t sure when you got so invested in their training. Especially y/ns, you had found yourself wondering how she was doing in training more often than not. You couldn’t really understand it. But you’d paid attention to whatever Arioch and Clove would debrief after practice. Apparently after egging her on she’d shown she was pretty adept at the bow and arrow. Which was interesting as she had never mentioned that, then again she had been careful not to reveal too much to you. It must have been pretty good if Arioch had said she had potential, he didn’t even talk that way about his own allies.

You saw the boy from 12 come up first, not bad with an eight. The competition was actually decently impressive, not that Arioch would know he wasn’t paying attention. Apparently y/n had endeared to Enobaria because she began shushing everyone when y/n’s picture came up on the screen. Thankfully everyone got quiet enough just as her score was passing through. While you usually kept a straight face even you couldn’t help your shock and Enobaria was now trying to cover her surprise as well covering her mouth with her hands.

That was the start of Arioch’s temper tantrum. Not only had y/n done well but she had the best score. Arioch crushed the glass he had in his hand and a slew of curse words came out of his mouth. While everyone tried to clean and calm him down you once again retreated to the roof, half hoping to see y/n there to congratulate her. What you found was a mess. The flower pots that decorated the roof were thrown and shattered all over the floor. Something had not gone well today.

Worse than that you felt anxious to see how y/n would do after that score. While it may have gotten her some sponsors, it also painted a huge target on her back. Not any more than the parade but now they knew she was a force to be reckoned with. The mentors were all about interviews tonight. Arioch as annoying as he was put on a good show. As he should because if anyone from the capitol saw he behaved he’d never get any sponsors, even his fake persona was boring the only thing he had in his favor was that he came from District 2. Clove was the same, but in a different way while Arioch tried to make himself look like a decent person Clove was determined to have everyone see her as vicious and some to be afraid of. You’d seen the other female tributes she didn’t have much to worry about.

The whole day was prepping your tributes on how to answer Caesars questions. Its mind numbingly boring. You found yourself tapping your leg as you counted down the minutes for the interviews to actually start. The mentors and stylists were lining up the tributes. Well, depending on how many mentors on a few of you actually got to go and do last touchups. You hung around with your babysitters just to see the ridiculous get ups they had put the tributes in. You had to look away from Rue when you had a flashback to your games. She was too young. District 12 came in matching again. Not exactly but they complimented eachother well, they were still going at this like partners. At least thats what their mentors were doing. For whatever reason you couldnt keep your eyes off of y/n her red dress complimented her tan skin beautifully. As the tributes walked past all of the mentors to stand in line she caught your eye and smiled at you. You werent sure how you felt about that.

Once Glimmer was called up the mentors all sat around a screen behind the stage. You sat next to Haymitch wondering if you could get something out of him.

“Looks like 12 has a chance this year.”

“Hmph. We’ll see how tonight goes first.”

“No chance on me knowing what she did to get that 11?”

“To be honest kid, we don’t know what she did to get that 11.”

You turned your eyes back to the screen.

As the tributes each hyped themselves up Haymitch began to try and get information out of you, “Where’d the sudden interest for our district come from?”

You shrugged, “I’d be interested to know about anyone who managed to score an 11 around here.”

The interviews were the same as always quick 3 minutes. One of the few visitors from District 11 came to steal Haymitch for a drink when their district came up. Rue interview was finishing as she asked everyone to not count her out, you thought about her score as well. A seven, not bad for someone so small, better than a lot of the older ones even, you wondered how she would have fared had she joined the games later. The guy from 11 was quiet refusing to answer anything Caesar asked, then it was y/ns turn.

She was quick to get up and greet Caesar.

“So, Y/n , the Capitol must be quite a change from District Twelve. What’s impressed you most since you arrived here?” Caesar started easy with his question

“Oh the food easily.” This got a laugh out of Caesar and the Audience, “Can I tell you a secret though?”

“Of course you can!”

“I can’t stand your shoes, I barely made it up here and Cinna wants me to show you guys something but I’m pretty sure I’ll fall over.”

Caesar began laughing agreeing that they probably don’t have the events for those kinds of shoes in 12 . This seemed to set her off but she played it off by saying how she was determined not to fall. She stood up and she began to spin around, flames began engulfing her. You wondered if she had actually talked to Cinna about this, regardless the crowd was losing their minds. You could feel yourself struggling to swallow.

Caesar begged her to keep going but she really did seem dizzy, stating she should have removed the shoes after all. The capitol was eating her up. Had she not had such an impressive outfit with the tribute parade most of them would have fallen asleep by now, everyone would remember the ‘girl on fire.’

Caesar finished the interview with a more hard hitting question. Saying how touched he was to see her volunteer for that family. You felt Haymitch stiffen. They had practices this question.

“Well, both of our fathers were in this really bad mining accident and mine well—we were lucky he was able to make it out but the little girl, Prim, her and her sister lost their father. Her older sister and I are the same age and our families are so close I don’t know what she would do if she lost her sister. But to be perfectly honest, a part of me had been wanting to do this for my own family. My dad was still injured and we have counted on the extra tesserae from to get by a lot. If I won maybe my family could finally relax for awhile, I’d always been to scared to volunteer but when Prim was called and Katniss was screaming for her. It just felt like the right time, and it was my last chance to do something different with my life.”

The best lies always had some kind of truth to them. This. This was a good lie. You looked at Haymitch exhaling in relief before taking another shot of something. A lot of the crowd was tearing up. If the tributes didn’t think she would get sponsors before, they would now. She was already a threat in the game but now she could be unstoppable. You wondered what weapon she had impressed the game makers with again. Then you wondered why you seemed to take such an interest in her success or lack thereof in the games.

Caesar said a few more words to finish up her time and she exited the stage. Haymitch clapped his hands on his lap.

“Well that’s my cue.” Haymitch left to go greet her, maybe lead her to the waiting area with the rest of the tributes, or probably watch the last interview in their own rooms. Some of the other mentors from 2 stayed behind but most of them had gone to watch Arioch and Cloves cameras from the floor. You looked at Enobaria and she nodded for you to follow her. Usually you’d be annoyed at being told what to do but what else was there to do but wait for everyone to finish.

Most of the mentors were talking, you saw your other babysitter sitting on the couch and having a drink. The interview still playing, you sat down next to him.

“How’s he doing?” You asked

Brutus shrugged, “he hasn’t really been asked enough for me to tell.”

You came to find out it was because Caesar was waiting until the end to ask the best question. Baiting him to talk about someone he was interested in so Caesar could encourage him to win. Peers began talking about how he was pretty sure the girls weren’t interested.

“She have another fellow?” Caesar may have asked this to get him talking but one thing that tied the capitol people together was gossip.

“I don’t know, but there’s alot of guys interested in her.” The camera panned to the crowd many of them holding their hands over their hearts. District 12 was giving them a show. Caesar encouraged Peeta to win. Suddenly you heard a shush from your left. Brutus got invested when the poor guy said winning wouldn’t help his case. Enobaria stood behind you and Brutus as Caesar asked for more elaboration.

“Why ever not?” It was a good question, winning anyone desirable in your own districts. Realization hit you a second before Peeta answered one of his final questions. You could feel the rest of the mentors crowd the viewing area behind you.

“Well Caesar…she—she came her with me.”

It was safe to say it was a pretty collective shock. Most everyone’s mouths dropped. Both in that viewing room and in the crowd. Gasps filled the air. The camera panned over to y/n, who seemingly was just as shocked as everyone else. Her face was stunned and she quickly buried it into her hands, the camera panned back but you wouldn’t be surprised if she stayed like that the rest of the interview session. Caesar pitied him and gave even more praise to y/n, saying it would be hard to not fall for her. A part of you was agreeing.

Peeta wasn’t done working the crowds yet, “I wouldn’t be surprised if has even caught some other tributes attention.”

“You think so?” Caesar prodded, Peeta just shrugged. Caesar began to say what a shame they couldn’t bring y/n back up. Peeta finished shortly after, with Caesar wishing the best of luck and the crowd roaring with approval. You tried to see y/ns face as they had to stand for the captions anthem, her face had turned from a pretty obvious red to stone. Her eyes never left the floor and she walked so fast when they were told to leave it was almost a run.

Arioch was unsurprisingly throwing a fit when we got in the room. More broken glass everywhere, Jesus the mess he left in every room was absolute destruction. You wondered if any avoxes got in trouble for his whining.

“God. Shes SO annoying.” He screamed as a glass flew by your head. This guy. He was going to cause you to blackout one day and then everyone will be having issues. You had to leave on several occasions and twice this week Brutus had to sedate you when you tried to shut him up yourself.

“Seeing her spin makes me sick. Who does she think she is?” Clove added her arms crossed, “she’s an embarrassment to the games.”

“And then lover boy pulls that card??? Argh!” He grabs another glass from the table to throw against the wall.

You nudged Enobaria and she just nodded and let you leave. You slipped into your quarters until his screaming died down almost an hour later. Probably resting or trying to rest for the games tomorrow. Finally, the week was of feigning admiration for the games was over. The tributes weren’t the only ones with interviews. Most of the mentors were asked how they felt about the competition this year. Especially as last years victor you’ve had to pretend to feel as if everyone had a chance at least in front of the reporters. You made sure to remain impartial but say that you were confident in your district. You don’t know how Finnick wasn’t exhausted by it all and it was only your first year. You had hoped to avoid after last years incident but the capitol somehow buried or maybe purposefully forgot the news of you almost killing a civilian within your first few months back. You weren’t looking forward to the crowning ceremony. Having to pretend the winner would be living a fine and dandy life.

You decided to go to the rooftop, needing to calm yourself down. Again. Another part of you was hopeful, for what you weren’t that sure of. You felt something lift in you when you saw y/n laying across the bench again. Her arms were covering her face, you hope she wasn’t planning on doing that in the games.

“You know if you sleep like that in the games you’ll never make it.”

“Sleep sounds nice. But if they walk like you then I’ll be able to hear them from a mile away.” She slowly sat up and smiled at you. You sat down next to her.

“That was definitely one of the more interesting interviews.” You said as you sat down next to her

She rolled her eyes, and buried her head in her hands “It was a disaster.”

“You’ve gotten the attention of the capitol that’s a good thing.”

“Ha!” She flipped her hair back up, “the capitol and every tribute out there. I’m going to be the first one everyone tries to get rid of.”

You paused as you thought about it. If anyone felt close to what Arioch was screaming it certainly did paint a target on her, then again… “didn’t you get an 11?”

“That was a mistake. I shouldn’t have gotten that, but I was hoping I would be able to play it off and have people forget about it after the interviews.”

“I mean you kinda did, or Peeta did anyway.” The name set off a groan as she repeated her earlier action but this time she let herself fall accidentally leaning her head on your arm. Your body didn’t hide the shock well, you stiffened immediately

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to do that.” Y/n straightened up.

“It’s fine.” You chuckled, it wasn’t. But you were a good liar. What you didn’t like was that your brain was having issues forming any thoughts that made sense. “So, you wanna tell me what got you that eleven?”

She couldn’t help the grin that grew on her face, even as she looked away to hide it it was clear that she had done something she was not supposed to.

“All I can say is your…uhm throwing lessons helped me out.” The knife thing? What exactly had she done to be more impressive than clove? She saw you trying to figure it out, “You can ask Haymitch once I’m out of the games.”

“You could win.”

“Not likely now that everyone assumes me and Peeta are going to be working together.”

“Weren’t you guys going to do that anyway? Isn’t that you guys were always together?”

“No! He even asked to not train with me after the private sessions. And I wasn’t planning on working with him at all. Why get attached when only one person makes it out?”

Made sense I guess, “and the whole ally thing?”

“I mean you all go in knowing it won’t last, but Peetas stupid lie messed that up.”

“There’s no way he’s lying.”

“Yes he was, we talked about who he liked while we were training together. He said he knew I was the only one who was going to get sponsors and he needed attention on him. Haymitch said it was a good thing because it made ‘desirable’ but I don’t want to worry about pretending I have feelings for him. I mean—“ her eyes widened “I’m sorry.”

“What?”

“I was just talking your ear off. You’re really easy to talk to.”

“You’re probably the only person who thinks that.” She just shrugged. You knew she would have to go back soon. Probably at least try to get some sleep. Unfortunately you felt the same about her, she was one of the only people you actually wanted to talk to. “Did you see the damage that happened out here the other day? Someone made a mess out of Al the stuff up here.”

You knew it had been her but you still wanted to see how much she was willing to say, “don’t remind me. I felt so bad i was trying to clean up and I think I made it worse. That was after the gamemaker sessions.”

“You thought it went that bad?”

“They weren’t even looking at me. You guys are lucky going early, but I was the last one. Almost all of them were looking at the lunch that had just been brought in.”

You never knew the other districts had that kind of disadvantage. You assumed the game makers took turns or something. I guess you never even really cared beforehand. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. It’s not your fault.”

“Still if that had happened during my session…I don’t know what id do.” You paused because you knew exactly what you would have done. You would have thrown a fit worthy enough to match Ariochs.

“Yeah it’s not great. But somehow I guess I got their attention.” You could she was hesitant.

“Nervous?”

“Terrified.” She said as she looked up at the stars. “Anyway enough about me, what about you? Still can’t sleep?”

“Hard to sleep when all I hear is Arioch complaining.”

“He is very…determined.”

A laugh escaped you, “yeah I guess you could call it that.”

You met her eyes, you could see she knew there was more to it. Maybe she didn’t want to know the actual answer but she didn’t push. The fireworks had been going off but you didn’t notice it until the last one illuminated the sky signaling everyone to go home.

She sighed, you both knew it was time to get up. Still, neither of you loved for a moment. “We should probably try and get some sleep huh?”

“You? Definitely.” She chuckled at your response. You intended to get up and start heading to the elevators but you stood up too quickly almost knocking y/n over . You grabbed her arms before she fell over the bench. She gripped on to the side of your shirt sleeve to try and catch herself. You pulled her back way too hard. It couldn’t have been more than a couple seconds but you stood her up to close to you. Her face face looked up at your and was inches away. You both noticed you were still holding eachother at the same time. She released your sleeve and patted your arm.

“Sorry. I wasn’t trying to—“

“It’s okay.” She smiled as she took a step back “probably should have waited to stand up.”

You could feel your cheeks burn. Probably bright red. You assumed at your mistake. You weren’t usually so careless with your actions. You could feel your heart running in your ears.

“You coming?” She said as she pressed button on the elevator. You just nodded and got in with her. Her floor almost immediately stopping, she slightly bowed her head and smiled again as she got out. You wish you could have answered those interviews honestly. If you could get on a tribute it would be her. You thought about telling her that. The doors would start to close soon,

“Hey 12.” She turned around immediately, the doors coming to a close “I hope you can make it back.”

Her eyes seemed sad, it was clear she thought her chances really were next to zero. Still she offered one last smile, “me too.”

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melloq · 10 months

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Tw:sh

Vent/ pls give advice ig

Hi helllo don’t know if any1 will see this or not or even care but yk

Lately I’ve been struggling with constant cycle of doing rlly rlly small relapses and then healing for a couple days then just going again but it’s so unsatisfying and I feel like the only thing that’s stopping me from absolutely tearing my arms apart is how exposed they gotta be all the time. like the thoughts are just there constantly at the back of my mind, like I’m in the drivers seat and they’re just in the back of the car nagging ‘are we there yet’, but we’re just driving to the end of the world and that’s not even possible so like weird metaphor but that’s how I feel. And every-time we stop for a break (small cut) it quietens down but it’s never pleased and never shuts the fuck up. Help I don’t even have a bad life or a valid reason to hurt myself I just started at one point cuz I was being a lil silly goofy and it’s like it dragged me down to the pits of a pissy hell. Iykyk.

And I can’t even do it in the place I used to becuz I just had to have a mental breakdown at school bc of the guilt and then was sent home and told my parents ab it and now they know and KNOW where I do it and check to see how’s it’s healing once in a blue moon so fuuuuyuvkkkk mannnnn

So if anyone who’s like pro recovery and hopefully not triggered by this pls just like give me some pointers in the comments on how to get rid of cutting from my life cuz I’m not sure if I want to quit sometimes but ik I have to bc I don’t want my family to feel like it’s their fault because it ISNT. And it’s just sm sometimes. So yeah uhm

I justtt don’t feel like I’m fully alive unless I’m physically hurting

I am basically my own demons and demise :D (I am crying inside)

#vent post #self mutalition #tw sh related #send help

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fruit-of-infidelity · 1 year

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♱ DIABOLIK LOVERS: Haunted Dark Bridal ー Sakamaki Ryuuto | Maniac 06 ♱

⌜ Scene: School Science Lab ⌟

Yui: Unfair…

( I was the only one assigned the science lab for clean-up this evening… )

Haa… Couldn’t they at least have asked someone who was using it today to be responsible?

( Someone like… )

Reiji: Let’s see…

ー Reiji appears, working on something. ー

Yui: …!

Reiji…san…?

( Yes, Reiji-san… I’m sure that was his name. )

( What is he doing in the labs at this hour? It’s after school hours… And there isn’t any active clubs tonight, last I checked. )

…!

ー Yui ducks behind a desk. ー

Reiji: …Hm?

Yui: ( When he turned around, for some reason I hid. )

( …I guess it’s for the best. I’d probably get told off for loitering… He looks like the typical strict type. )

Reiji: ーーThen, I will add a drop of this.

Yui: … …

( Maybe I should come back later. After all, he seems busy… )

Reiji: …Aah, what’s this?

The blood of an eavesdropper, is the next ingredient?

Yui: E-Eh…!?

ー Reiji suddenly confronts her. ー

Reiji: I certain you’d be more than happy to oblige.

Yui: I-I didn’t mean to…

Reiji: You were hiding behind that desk there, weren’t you? What else were you doing if not eavesdropping?

Yui: Uhm… Well…

I-It’s my responsibility to clean the science lab tonight, you see. I got startled, seeing you working, is all. I meant no harm…

Reiji: And yet you have disrupted my experiment. The least you could do is make up for it, no?

Yui: Aren’t you being a little too vague?

Reiji: Good grief, there are only a handful of conceivable tasks I’d could have you perform as retribution.

Such as drawing your blood.

ー Reiji picks up something sharp. ー

Yui: ( That’s a scalpel in Reiji-san’s hand! )

D-Don’t fool around! Please put that down…!

ー Reiji backs her into the desk. ー

Reiji: Do relax. I’ll be sure to not take too much.

Yui: Stay away! Or else, I’llーー

ー She picks up another scalpel. ー

( Thank God! There was one laying around right here, too! )

( A-At least I can defend myself! )

…ts!

Ow…!

Reiji: Fufu, cutting yourself with your own blade? How tactless.

At least now I can be assured that it would be an awful waste, however, to let this opportunity slip through my fingers.

Yui: …!?

Reiji: For this Drug of Resurrection, I do seem to require the blood of a newly awakened woman, you see. And, from your scent…

You are soon-to-be just that.

Yui: Resurrection!?

Reiji: Oh dear, I’ve run my mouth, haven’t I? No matter, I intended on wiping your memory anyhow.

Now, let us deepen this cut of yours. I’ll need roughly a test-tube worth.

Yui: Pl-Please…!

( I really don’t want to hurt him but! )

( It’s him or me! )

I’m warning you…!

ー Yui closes her eyes and swings the scalpel. ー

???: Nngh…

Yui: …!?

( That sounded likeーー )

ー When she opens her eyes, she sees Ryuuto between her and Reiji... but Yui has managed to swing and slice him, instead. ー

Ryuuto-san!

Ryuuto: …Ts. I didn’t think you were the type to settle on leftovers, Reiji.

Reiji: Should your bleeding not be your first priority, Ryuuto? However, I do suppose I ought to thank you, at least, for sparing me that injury.

Ryuuto: Perhaps you can return the favour by seeing yourself out?

Reiji: Perhaps so. It is a shame to depart without one of my ingredients, but I will settle for finding an alternative.

Yui: …!

ー Reiji takes his leave. ー

Yui: ( Pwah… that was scary! )

Ryuuto: Ts…

Yui: ( Oh! That’s right! )

Y-Your bleeding!

━─┉┈◈ Selection ◈┈┉─━

　　❈ Take it easy... ⎨❤︎⎬

Yui: Ryuuto-san… h-hold on!

There’s got to be some sort of first aid kit around here somewhere…!

Ryuuto: You’re concerned for me? How cute, fufu.

But really, what on earth are you panicking for? This wound is hardly deep enough for it to be of any concern, Pet.

Yui: Eh? But doesn’t it hurt?

　　❈ What were you thinking?

Yui: You’re really stupid, you know!!

You should never have jumped in front of me like that!

Ryuuto: Oh? Scolded by my own Pet? I don’t exactly mind this side of you, worrying excessively for me, fufu.

Although, would you rather have had me stand on the side lines as you were devoured by another Vampire?

Yui: Well, I…

It was still risky… You got hurt!

━━─┉┈┈◈◉◈┈┈┉─━━

Ryuuto: To a Vampire, this may as well be a scratch.

ーーUnlike like this cut on your finger.

ー He grasps Yui’s wrist. ー

Yui: Eek!

Ryuuto: It’s for the best that we clean you up now, lest this smell attracts any more unwanted attention.

Though, I do wonder… Just what was that person doing to need your blood so desperately?

Yui: W-Well, I think he said s-something about some sort of… “Resurrection Drug”…?

ー Ryuuto suddenly holds her tightly. ー

Ryuuto: …What did you say?

Yui: …! O-Ouch!

( He’s squeezing my hand way too tight! Blood is p-pouring out…! )

ー Ryuuto leans in and sucks heavily at her cut. ー

Ryuuto: Nnh… Mmh…

Nnah…

Yui: W-Wait…!

Wh-What are you doing suddenly…!?

Ryuuto: You may only be a vessel, but you still belong to me.

If I have to suck all the blood from your body, until you’re nothing but a shell, so be it. I cannot allow another to use it as they see fit…

However, if this “Resurrection Drug” is truly what it sounds like…

⌜Monologue⌟

Although he seemed in a daze,

Ryuuto-san treated my cut tenderly ( 優しい ) thereafter.

I couldn’t form the words to pry further...

And yet despite my cowardice,

I remained by Ryuuto-san’s side as instructed that evening.

Whenever I take a step closer to knowing Ryuuto-san,

I am forced back twice as much by something else…

Reminded that I am just a vessel…

ーーPlease tell me…

Am I just a chess piece ( 駒 ) playing upon his board?

✥ TO BE CONTINUED ✥

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