#and i can hear her scoff sarcastically and say something about how him seeing her as an infant would be a wrinkle in their relationship

[killerlookz]

Hello my fellow Criminal Minds fan! 😊

May I please request headcanons for Spencer falling for a female agent who’s cynical about love and relationships due to being hurt in the past?

a/n: thank you sm for the request! i'd be happy to write this for you! :-)

Falling in Love Again | Spencer Reid Headcannons

pairing: spencer reid x f!reader

content: mentions of reader having been cheated on in the past, uhhhh that's really it haha

word count: 1,478 (sorry she's so long)

Spencer Reid had always been excited about falling in love, the thought of being so close to another person- to share so much with someone was such a wonderful thing to him.

Especially after watching his mom and dad growing up, and the way his father treated her-Spencer was dead set on never becoming anything like him, he looked forward to treating a woman right and spending the rest of his life with her.

But, for as excited as he was he was probably 20 times more nervous about the whole falling in love thing.

So when you came around, and he started to experience that warm, creeping feeling in his chest- he felt a little bit like his world was going to end.

Spencer had never made a move on anyone before, sure he did make out with Lila Archer that one time but he didn't exactly initiate it.

Spencer decided just to channel all of his romantic interest in becoming friends with you, at least he got to spend time with you, that's what really mattered to him. Maybe one day it would turn into something more.

Well.. he hoped until he couldn't help but overhear...

"I went on my first date in months last night, and all this guy did was talk about himself the entire time- didn't let me get a word out, I mean, can you believe it?" Emily says, exasperated

You look up at her as she stands in front of your desk, "Oh, trust me Emily, I can believe it." You shake your head

"I mean," She throws her hands up, "What is it with men? What's wrong with them."

"Everything," You smirk, "They're men. I can't remember I had a good experience with one of them- never maybe?" You laugh. "I've given up on dating."

Your words sunk into Spencer's brain, leaving him with a heavy feeling all around he felt awful- not just about the fact that his chances with you seemed to reduce to zero right there in that moment, but because of how upset you seemed under your sarcastic exterior, he could tell you'd really been hurt before.

A few weeks later you're out for drinks with Emily, Penelope, Morgan, Spencer, and JJ. Amidst the loud, drunken conversations and music at the bar- you can hear the faint chiming sounds of your ring tone, Who would be calling this late?

As you take your phone from your pocket, your stomach drops when you see the number flashing on the screen. The mere sight of those 10 digits making you want to throw your phone to the ground and stomp on it until nothing remains.

"Ooooh, who's that calling." Morgan smirks

You look him dead in the eyes and respond flatly, "My ex."

Morgan's smile doesn't fade instead his smirk seems to deepen, "You two got a little thang goin on?"

"No," You shove your phone back in your pocket, "More like he's trying to get back in my pants after cheating on me- twice."

"Ooh!" Morgan responds, wincing, "So he's a dog."

"A pig is more like it." You scoff, "Who does he think he is. I can't even imagine giving my time to another man again, and even if I could- what makes him so confident I'd give him the time of day."

That familiar heavy pain hits Spencer again.

He's staring at you, and it's like the rest of the bar doesn't even exist. Only you, as you bite your lip, trying to hide any emotion in your face.

Spencer has become good at reading your emotions, maybe it's because he spends so much time with you- maybe it's because of how often he finds himself staring at your face. As much as you try to seem nonchalant, he could tell how upset you are.

Spencer would spend more time than he wanted to admit fantasizing about treating you well, about giving you the love you never seemed to have.

Every time you made a snarky comment about love, or how men had treated you in the past Spencer would want so desperately bad to just tell you about how well he would treat you, how he would never ever hurt you, how he would spend his entire life taking care of you.

The words were practically scratching up his throat, begging to be let out. But still, he would just swallow them down, and give you a sympathetic look, he couldn't muster up being able to do anything more.

At the very least, Spencer's plan of becoming friends with you was working.

The two of you would become very good friends.

Spencer would learn everything he could about you, he would want to know as much as possible.

Not in a weird creepy way- but in a he just thinks you're so amazing he can't get enough of you sort of way.

Every time you and Spencer hung out he wouldn't be able to ignore that nagging feeling, the thought of putting an arm around you and pulling you close, of holding your hand in his, or placing a delicate kiss on your cheek.

The thoughts would eat away at Spencer, and he would only fall more, and more in love with you.

Still, he would lose more hope every time you divulged information about your prior encounters with love. He couldn't blame you for feeling so cynical it, not after what you'd been through.

Spencer would think about his mom, about all the wives Rossi had been through, about Hotch and Hailey, about you- he would wonder why love had to be so painful for some people. He was sure he would never hurt somebody he loved.

One day you're over Spencer's apartment, watching a rom-com, and you make a snide remark, "Oh, real love isn't like that." You scoff and roll your eyes.

Spencer doesn't know what it is, but something in him makes him respond, "It could be." He says meekly

You look up at him, caught off guard at his disagreement, "Hm?" you hum

Spencer wasn't able to take it any more, he hated hearing your cynical nature. He would need you to know how you deserved the entire world.

"Love- It can be like the movies." He affirms his stance.

"Not in my experience."

"I would give you love like that." Spencer would tremble as he makes his confession, so unsure of what would happen next.

He would be terrified of your reaction, scared he was about to mess everything up, ruin any future the two of you had together, and even worse, lose your friendship.

"W-what do you mean, Spence."

"I mean, you always talk about how you've been hurt before, and it just-" He takes a deep breath in, contemplating what he's going to say next, "I love you, y/n," He looks down at his lap, then back up at you, "I would never hurt you."

Despite the obvious passion in Spencer's voice, you were still hesitant about it, but everything inside of you told you to give Spencer a chance.

Spencer would insist on taking things slow, you were his first real relationship and he wouldn't want to rush things, for both his and yours sake. He wouldn't pressure you to put a label on things, or even say you're "dating"- those would come on your own time.

Spencer was determined to make you believe in love again, and he would do everything in his power to make sure you knew without a doubt how he felt about you.

Spencer would often get to work before you to surprise you with coffee and a breakfast sandwich, or a donut on your desk in the mornings.

He would insist on having a date night at least once a week, even if the two of you were on a case, ordering room service or finding a local pizza restaurant way late at night was sufficient, as long as the two of you got to spend time together.

Spencer would be hesitant about PDA or really moving too quickly into being too affectionate, still, he would frequently hold your hand, squeezing it tight when he could tell you were stressed or upset- either by a case or by life in general, he just wanted to give you that extra reassurance that he was there for you.

Spencer would really put the work in, he'd exert more effort than you had ever seen from any past relationship into even the tiniest things.

Spencer wouldn't mind though, anything he could do to reassure you that he loves and cares about you, he would do it.

Every little act of love and gratitude would be worth it to him.

He would savor and cherish every hug, every shared glance, every peck on the forehead, on the cheek, on the lips.

It was all worth it to him, every second of it- all he wanted to do was make you smile, to make you fall in love again.

#spencer reid #spencer reid headcannons #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fic #spencer reid imagine #criminal minds #criminal minds fic #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n

[invinciblerodent]

sick to my stomach with the realization that Petyr would absolutely call Shadowheart "babe" or "baby".

and what's possibly even worse is that beneath the first layer of snark, she might even like it.

disgusting tbqh (/lie)

#with other characters i tend to default to things like “sweetheart” and “darling” and “dear” #plainly because well... not only are they cute they're also period-appropriate for fantasy stuff #but i just... get into this boy's headspace #and all I can hear is “babe” spoken teasingly early on #to get a rise out of her #and “baby” sincerely much later #it's still mostly teasing but in a tender and sweet way #and i can hear her scoff sarcastically and say something about how him seeing her as an infant would be a wrinkle in their relationship #but inside she's like “fuck. holy fuck. fuck. shit. why do i like that. i don't. do I? I don't. fuck i DO like that” #once i finish Arvid's game it'll be just. this for the foreseeable future i think #sorry in advance #squirrel plays bg3 #oc: petyr wildbrook

[lovebugism]

I love your writing <3 I saw “he so likes her” on the enemies to lovers but I so saw it pairing with the “me? I wouldn’t say I was flirting.” On the denial of feelings list. Eddie absolutely oblivious to the heart eyes he’s making as he pulls his hair in front of his face while chatting together

ty angel! hope you like it :D — eddie munson visits you at work every day, but not because he likes you (enemies to lovers-ish, fluff, 1.1k)

You hear Eddie before you see him. The clinking of his silver rings, the swishing of his leather jacket, the thudding of his worn sneakers. His musky cologne swaddles you in a cloud of his subtle scent before he’s even there. You’re smiling about it all before you mean to.

Crouched in the X-rated section of Family Video, you restock the vulgar printed tapes and glance up at the boy towering over you. Eddie’s smiling, too — perhaps bigger than he realizes.

“Don’t tell me you came all this way to keep me company, Munson,” you tease with narrowed eyes.

“No,” the boy scoffs, a little less than convincing. He props his shoulder against the metal shelf and crosses his arms over his chest. “I have much better things to do with my Friday nights. Trust me.”

Your knees creak in protest when you rise to stand before him. You cross your arms to resemble his stance and try to be normal about your forearms brushing his. “Do you?” you lilt, obviously sarcastic.

“Yeah,” he nods with a crooked smile on his pretty pink mouth. “I could give you their names.”

“Spare me,” you scoff, rolling your eyes and spinning on your heel. Eddie follows you like a lost puppy to the front counter. “You know, if you’re gonna flirt with me, maybe try not to mention other girls. I think that’s, like, rule number one.”

Eddie’s face swirls at your words. The cartoonish look of confusion makes you smile as you round the checkout station. He forces a chuckle and props his elbows on the countertop, leaning over it in a desperate attempt to be closer to you.

“There are no—” he starts, then cuts himself off. There are no other girls, he’d say if he weren’t a total coward. But, for the sake of keeping his cards to his chest, he settles on, “—I’m not flirting with you.”

Your brow arches in a playful look of inquiry. “No?”

Eddie almost caves, then. It’s almost like you want him to say yes — to admit that he’s been flirting with you this whole time because he’s loved you since the moment he met you. It would be the truth, anyway. One that he’s spent over a year shying from.

“No,” he echoes and shakes his wild head, surprising himself with his own self-control. “No, I’m— We’re just— We’re having a conversation. ‘Cause, you know, we’re friends. I guess.”

His face scrunches like there’s something sour on his tongue. He doesn’t even like the taste of his own words. 

You squint. “Do all of your friendly conversations typically include making heart eyes at the other person?” you joke with a poorly held-back grin.

Eddie falters for a moment, knowing he’s long been found out. He decides to lie anyway. Dig the hole deeper, as it were. “Yeah, actually,” he nods. “You’ve seen the way I look at Steve, haven’t you?”

You laugh before you mean to. The sunshine sound sputters up your throat and out of your mouth before you can stop it. Eddie must not realize how he often looks at Steve The Hair Harrington — with softly squinted eyes and gently furrowed brows — like he can never quite understand what the fuck the boy is talking about. 

“Right,” you nod, still giggling.

Eddie smiles at the pretty sound. The spearmint breath of your laughter fans across his cheek at the close proximity — one which neither of you seems eager to part from. “Yeah, so… Don’t let it go to your head, alright? There’s no flirting here.”

So you drove twenty minutes across town in a half-broken-down van to have a serious conversation? you’d ask if you felt like going around in circles.

Instead, you just nod. “Noted...”

“Now, tell me,” he starts, tilting his pretty head until his curls bunch at his shoulder. “What should me and my number of escapades watch for the evening? You know, as the resident expert and all?”

You laugh at the absurdity of his question. “I don’t know. Just— choose something,” you murmur unenthusiastically.

“I want you to choose for me,” he pouts.

“Why?” you retort, leaning against the counter to lessen the cavernous distance. 

The sudden closeness has a very obvious effect on the boy across from you. His adam’s apple bobs as his tongue darts across his bottom lip. You’re close enough to kiss now. He can almost taste you.

“So you can play it as background noise and think of me while you and this very fictitious person make out on your couch?”

“Well… I’ll probably be thinking about you either way, so…” Eddie answers when his senses return to him, shrugging with a stupid, lopsided grin. “Whether you recommend something or not doesn’t really matter.”

The look he gives you makes your stomach whirl. His eyes, made of melted chocolate, get all squishy at the edges when he looks at you. Something warm and fond swims in his gaze, speckles along his flushed cheeks, and sparkles in his smile. It’s so stupidly sincere for a boy who can’t seem to take anything seriously. The notion all but stabs you in the chest.

“You’re doing it again, you know?” you tease.

His fluffy brows pinch together. “Doing what?”

“The heart eyes thing.”

“There is no thing!” he insists with a loud, boyish laugh. “I’m just— I’m just looking at you! Is that a crime?”

“Just sayin’,” you singsong with an absentminded shrug.

Your gaze glimmers with knowing and something close to adoration as it flits up and down his form. Eddie squirms beneath your prying eyes. His ringed hands rise to his hair, gathering the untamed curls and hiding his blushing face behind them. 

“Here,” he mumbles behind his palms and chestnut locks. “Is this better for you?”

You giggle at his antics, slightly grieving his pretty face. “Much,” you nod despite yourself.

Steve and Robin watch the strange encounter from afar. They peer over the Action/Adventure aisle they’re supposed to be restocking — equal parts distracted and nosey. The boy’s scruffy face twists as he watches Eddie try hopelessly to flirt with you. “This is disgusting,” he murmurs under his breath.

“Do you think he knows?” Robin laughs, deep and gritty, as she stands on the tips of her toes to see over the metal shelf.

“Knows what?”

“That he’s obsessed with her?”

“Hell no! Look at him—” Steve scoffs, jutting his chin to the wild-haired boy across the room. 

Eddie’s got his rings all tangled in his hair now. His cheeks glow red as you help unknot the silver jewelry from his curls. He’s visibly embarrassed, but he can’t stop beaming at you. It’s borderline gag-worthy.

“—He’s got no fucking clue.”

#published by bug #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fluff #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #st drabbles #eddie spaghetti drabble

[gay-dorito-dust]

How’d they react to finding you sleeping anywhere but the bed…

Dick: sharing the dog bed with Hayley (fail):

At first he thought something was wrong when he didn’t hear you or Hayley greet him home and soon began to search the spy for you both.

So the moment he finds you fast asleep on Hayley’s dog bed with Hayley tucked closely into your chest, head resting underneath your chin. His heart immeditly melted and his phone was out and taking photos nearly every 0.5 seconds, only until he was forced to stop due to how much storage they took up but he didn’t regret it.

Not one bit. He even has one printed out that he kept on him to look at whenever he felt as though he needed to be reminded of how he had waiting back home for him.

You both were effortlessly cute to Dick, he couldn’t help it but feel a little left out as he then tries to join you in the dog bed, only to almost ends up capsizing the three of you and waking both you and Hayley, who began licking his face as her tail smacks you in the arm repeatedly.

‘What were you trying to do?’ You asked Dick, sitting up.

Dick pouted. ‘Join in the fun.’

‘We were sleeping in a dog bed, how’s that fun.’ You said, not bothering to add the fact that you had accidentally fell asleep on Hayley’s dog bed because you were waiting up for him but failed.

‘Fun to me is wherever you and Hayley are.’ Dick answered truthfully.

You smiled as you kissed his cheek. ‘You’re such a dork, you know that right.’ You told him.

‘Yes. And?’ He says cheekily, more than happy to be home with his little family.

Bruce: in the Batmobile:

Alfred told him where you were and that you best be moved to a more comfortable place then the passenger seat of the Batmobile.

How you got in there was a mystery to both men but what was more impressive was how you could possibly sleep against those hard rich leather seats in the first place.

Bruce couldn’t blow but let out a little chuckle when he opened the side door, just to see you with your face half pressed against the seats before jolting yourself awake.

‘Wha- I didn’t do nothing officer it was the dog.’ You said groggily as you tried to blink the sleep from your eyes as they tried to bring reality into focus.

‘Have a good nap did we?’ Bruce asks, finding some amusement in your half asleep nonsense.

‘Why, who’s asking?’ You replied.

‘Your consciousness.’ Bruce joked sarcastically. ‘Come on let’s get you to bed before you develop a-‘

‘Ow my neck.’ You groaned as you held a hand to your neck the moment you tried to move it.

‘-Crooked neck.’ Bruce sighs as he offers you a hand. ‘Come on, let’s go find Alfred so that we can alleviate you of this pain.’ You pouted as you grabbed onto his hand and letting him pull you out of the Batmobile. ‘Alfred is going to scold me isn’t he?’ You asked. ‘Yes, I’m afraid so.’ Bruce answered as he helps guide you out of the Batcave.

Alfred’s scoldings were nothing to scoff at, and Bruce would know as he’s been on the receiving end of a few before in the past. After all getting scolded by Alfred was enough to set a stubborn man straight.

‘Damn.’ You muttered.

Damian: in the barn, on top of Goliath:

He didn’t have to look far, he knew you’d be in the barn but what he wasn’t expecting was for you to be fast asleep on top of his demonic dragon bat, whom had draped a protective wing over you as though it were swaddling you in an extremely warm blanket.

He had told you about the story of how he met Goliath and took him home on more then one occasion, as it was secretly his favourite story because it helped him with his own internal struggles on who he should be, and also how his past doesn’t define him, but what he chooses to do in the future does.

So seeing you cuddled up to Goliath without an ounce of care made him smile a little to himself at the prospect of you accepting him for who he was truly, rather than believe what other people viewed him as. You stood out of the crowd rather than follow it and Damian couldn’t be more grateful for you sticking by him, even through the extremely tough times where even he thought he went too far with his outbursts towards you.

‘Tt. Idiot.’ He says affectionately as he walks further into the barn, stopping along the way to pet BatCow and Jerry the Turkey. ‘Aren’t they?’ He asks both animals who only blinked at him as they mindlessly chewed on their food. Damian hums. ‘You’re right, they may be an idiot but they’re still my idiot at the end of the day.’

Damian ends up falling asleep against BatCow’s side as Jerry the Turkey made himself comfortable on his lap.

Jason: kitchen counter:

Him and Roy have a bet on where Jason would find you asleep next.

It had happened way too often for them that they’d hates themselves forever for not making a game out of it at any point in their lives.

This time Roy betted that you’d fall asleep on the kitchen counter, whereas Jason believes you’ll fall asleep against the window sill.

So when Jason got back home late one night after patrol, he immeditly went to look for you at the window sill. Nothing. ‘Damn it Roy.’ He cursed under his breath as he then walked into the kitchen, praying that he wouldn’t have to tell his friend that he won the bet for the eighth consecutive time.

Only for you to be fast asleep on the fucking kitchen counter, just as Roy predicted you would. Jason felt as though his friend was cheating somehow because it didn’t make sense for him to have correctly predicted where you’d be found sleeping as often as he did. Unfortunately for Jason, he couldn’t back up his claim as to why he thought Roy cheated, for there wasn’t any substantial evidence to prove that Roy was cheating.

And so with a heavy heart, Jason walked over and pressed a kiss to your forehead before pulling out his phone to text Roy that he has won…again, and pocketing his phone as he carried you off to your shared room. ‘I love you chipmunk but you’ve got to start sleeping in places where I’ll surefire win the bet against Roy next time okay?’ He says against your head, kissing it.

‘Okay. I’ll try.’ You murmured.

‘That’s my baby.’ Jason said as he tucked you into bed before following suit.

The next day, Roy was smirking like a Cheshire Cat as he talked about his eighth consecutive victory, whereas Jason looked about ready to strangle the next person who looked at him funny.

#dc imagine #dc x reader #dc x you #dc fanfic #dc fic #dc comics x reader #dc x y/n #dc fluff #jason todd imagine #jason todd fluff #jason todd x reader #jason todd imagines #dick grayson x you #dick grayson imagine #dick grayson imagines #dick grayson x reader #damian wayne x you #damian wayne imagine #damian wayne x reader #damian wayne imagines #bruce wayne x you #bruce wayne fluff #bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne imagine #bruce wayne fanfiction #bruce x reader #nightwing fluff #nightwing imagines #nightwing imagine #batman x you

[sukioyakio]

Yandere nerd!miguel

this isn't about the famous nerd!Miguel that @nymphomatique made,but yall should go over to her, and read her storys)‼️‼️🤭😔😖💅just another thought lingering in my mind. I did not pro read,so sorry for the mistakes

Where nerd!miguel is kinda (very) popular around campus,with his height being like an building,and his semi built body,of course he was going to be popular but the only thing that people would say that bad is his nerdy looking face,but even with it,it not bad.

But every popular students is bond to have bullies,and nerd!miguel has these bullies.Who were jealous of him,that he was going out with girls,talking to them,and going out to party's with the guys.

One day he getting bullied behind the school building,he getting punched,kicked,pulled, tossed away,but he has an unfazed face,as his nose is bleeding from one of the people who were bully him,and this is where you came from,you who were lucky enough to have come towards his way,As you heard some people laughing,and talking.you got curious and walked an little more and saw the bullies punching nerd!miguel, as she took out her phone and recording them doing this,for an short while,and then yelled at them.

"Hey!!what the fuck is wrong with yall!?! Do y'all seriously think beating up someone is going to get you guys anywhere?!" She says with an serious tone of voice,as she quickly got their attention, as they soon stop what they doing

"Haha..how about you go mind your business and continued to walk,right little girl? One of the bullies say to her,as he rolled his eyes at her words.nerd!miguel who was looking at reader,and recalls never seeing her before in the campus," maybe an new student" he says to himself,but something about her pulls him towards her

"Hehehe..you guys really want to do this for your third year of college? You literally have no fucking life .You guys have 5 seconds to leave before I post this recording online and to the principal and y'all parents" she says with an very serious tone of voice and a sarcastic smirk on her lips,as she put her hands in her jacket pockets,and stand there,waiting.

"she look like she w-wasn't kidding about it" the other guys says in an nervous way, "yo, I think I'm going,because I don't want my college degree being mess up" he says as he starts to walked away with an scoffs,as the other two did the same thing as well,not wanting to have their college degree mess up.

After they left she went up to Nerd!miguel,and blend down to miguel,which he was sitting on the ground with an bloody nose and one of his cheeks were purple.As she touch his wound,and looked at miguel and noticed that his glasses are broken, "hey are you ok?can you see me?" She says in an worry yet concerned voice about his wounds,nerd!miguel swear she sounds like an angel,so beautiful and her face was something that made him feel alive,like he heart beat for the first time,he just nodded in response.

As reader swear she saw something change in his eyes,but shake the thought. "Are you able to walk?,umm mr-" she says with an concern voice and got interpret by him "miguel ohara . . . and yea ill be able to walk" he says in an casual voice as if he didn't get beat up an few second ago, "well ok miguel ohara,let go so you can get checked by the nurse" she says with an calm voice and extend her hand in front of him,nerd!miguel just fell in love with her,the way you said his name was so sweet,like pure honey,an angelic voice, he had to hear you more,he had to have you,he had to make you His,make you Mine.

QUote : by my friend

“if you wish hard enough it will come true in an unexpected way”

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I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT

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[kissitbttr]

how about mean!cheerleader having her first fight with eddie? i need a little something angsty soooo bad:(

ask and you shall receive baby! this is quite short. hope you don’t mind that<3

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eddie and mean!cheerleader have their first fight

the anger that burns inside of her still hasn’t died down and she doesn’t want to do anything she’d regret later, but it’s so difficult when eddie is being a downright prick to her. it’s like he has no idea how to control his choice of words. yet, she’s trying so hard to keep her cool because she doesn’t want him to get hurt.

“oh so now you’re not talking to me? you were having fun chewing my goddamn ear off just earlier!” he sarcastically says, looking at her who refuses to do the same.

“yeah, cause you were being a dick” she mutters, furiously flip through her magazine, trying to shake his rude tone off her mind. “you didn’t get what i mean. so why don’t we just call it.”

he laughs humorlessly, running his hands through his hair frustratedly. “what did i not fucking get, y/n? you were overreacting, there was nothing going on between me and rebecca! her nose was this close to bleeding, thanks to you!”

she slams the magazine down, raising up to her feet so she can now look at him dead in the eye,

“that bitch had her hands all over you, twirling your hair and shit, ignoring me as if i wasn’t there. as if i wasn’t even your girlfriend!” she angrily responds, only to hear him scoff

it’s s good thing that there aren’t a lot of people at the bleachers, or else she would be giving them a show for the third time,

“you didn’t even do anything about it! just laughed and enjoyed the attention she gave you. i tried telling you but you brushed me off! and fuck, do you know how hard it was for me to not knock that bitch out?”

“oh? well why didn’t you, huh princess? it’s what you’re good at right?”

the way he says it… god he makes it sound like she’s a terrible person.

he implies that violence is the only thing she knows how to do in terms of solving things. it hurts her. because she knows damn well that’s not true. she doesn’t like hurting people. that’s not who she is entirely

“no, smartass! not at all! because i have actually been trying to fix that. it’s hard but I’m trying! i just- when it comes to the people that i love, i have to do whatever it takes to not lose them. and i love you, so i got scared okay! I’ve told you million times about this already.”

he’s quick to shake his head, scoffing at her. finding it hard to believe that his girlfriend is trying to find a way to justify her actions. “no-just—you do not get to play that card with me. you almost broke her nose, y/n. if it wasn’t for me, she’d be at the nurse’s office by now.”

“oh, what, you’re her knight in shining armor, now?” she tilts her head curiously, arms crossed. “her fucking prince, is that it? maybe i should’ve broken her nose. or her arm. how about that?”

“god you’re unbelievable” he breathes out a tired sigh, putting his hands on his hips. “i had know fucking idea you’d be like this.”

“be like what?” she pushes, challenging him as she steps closer. his eyes are filled with rage, she can tell. and she dares him to say it. “you can’t even say it, can you?”

“no because it’s not worth it anymore.”

“uhm yes it is! she’s the reason why we have this fight in the first place! because you picked her side over mine!”

“i didn’t pick her side, stop putting words on my mouth!”

“you did!” she argues, “if you didn’t, i wouldn’t call out on your shit! she likes you eddie, why can’t you see that? she wants you, she wants my boyfriend! how the fuck are you so damn clueless?!”

“jesus h christ, y/n! you need to drop this insecure shit you have going on! it’s not cute! just because I’m dating you doesn’t mean that other girls can’t talk to me!” he yells, eyes wide in anger because he can no longer hear anymore of her complains, it’s tiring. “no wonder your exes are fed up”

her body soon freezes momentarily. as he draws a few steps away from her, she feels the beat of her heart begins to slow down, as if there’s no air left for her to breathe.

so many things he had said was just plain wrong and she has no idea where to start.

oh, eddie… why did you have to say that?

“w-what?” she feels small as she chokes out, eyes turning glossy, “insecure?”

when eddie looks back at his girl, he immediately realizes what words were spewed from his mouth. to see her trembling and looking like a kicked puppy just makes him want to punch himself in the stomach.

what has he done?

“wait.. n-no baby i didn’t mean that, i was just-“

“you’re the only person who never calls me that” she then breaks into a full sob before walking away from him. she can’t be in the same room with him now. anywhere but here. she needs to clear her mind,

“y/n, no, princess please I’m-i’m sorry.” he begs, running after her. “i didn’t-“

“don’t!” she immediately stops him. “i don’t want to talk nor see you right now. don’t even bother, eddie.” with that she continues to walk off, wiping her tears away with her palms,

his heart chips away piece by piece when her cold tone appears, especially after hearing her call him by the first name. he’s always been eds, puddin or neddy. it was never a first name. and that’s when he knows he’s fucked. he has hurt her. it pains him to watch her cry like that in front of him. it just kills him. especially since he promised that he’s not going to do it, because he doesn’t want to be like all of her former boyfriends. he promised to treat her better.

but he just feels like he has become one of them. hurting her. his girl.

“f-fuck” he has his hands in the back of his head, hanging low with his eyes shut. “munson you stupid. fucking. freak. what the fuck have you done.”

-

pt.2

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson angst #eddie munson blurbs #eddie munson x mean!cheerleader #eddie things

[strniohoeee]

Disregard

Pairing: Chris Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Y/N and Chris hate each other with a burning passion, but when Y/N gets into an issue at a party, Chris is on his way to help.🫀

Warnings⚠️: Being dr*gged, mentions of almost being r worded, the r word is used one time. And yes that’s it’s. This for the request asking for an enemies to lovers where Chris saves her from almost being assaulted🗣️

Song for the imagine: Call Out My Name-The Weeknd

⚠️This story has mentions of hard topics. Read at your own risk⚠️

I hate Chris with a burning passion, and he hated me too. Originally I was friends with Nick, and then Matt, but for some reason Chris just didn’t like me. It started with scoffs, eye rolls, stank faces, blatantly ignoring me, and then slowly the comments started

He was such an asshole when he wanted to be. It made it so hard to be around him because I wanted to punch him in the face, yet he was so good looking that I wanted to kiss him also??? Man I don’t know he just made my life hard. He hated when Nick or Matt would invite me over he’d either completely ignore me, or we’d start bickering.

“What’s this fuck face doing here” he’d say

“Are you fucking 5” I said rolling my eyes at him

“Is that the only comeback you have?” He asked

“Well maybe if you didn’t act like a man child I’d have something else to say” I told him smiling at him

“You piss me off. Everytime I see your face I want to throw up” he said pretending to gag

“Exactly my point…a fucking child. Now go away the adults are talking” I said shooing him

And Nick and Matt’s mouth dropped

“Yeah yeah yeah whatever” he said walking away

That’s about how 90% of our interactions went. But as time went on I looked forward to our fights, and I’m sure he did too.

Tonight Nick had asked me if I wanted to join him and his brothers at a party, and of course I said yes, so I got ready and headed over to their house

Once I got there I allowed myself in, and locked the door behind me. I walked upstairs and went into the kitchen putting my stuff down, when Chris came upstairs from his room

“AHHH WHAT DID YOU DO WITH Y/N, and why is there a clown standing in my kitchen” he said pretending to be scared

“Christopher shut the fuck up” I told him as I put my phone down

“Ouuu government name….me likey” he said smirking at me

“You’re such a fucking creep” I said grabbing a water bottle

“What’s with uhh all the paint on the face this isn’t a circus” he said motioning to his face

“It’s called makeup….I wanted to look good for the party” I said rolling my eyes at him

“Right right….yeah you were looking very homeless recently” he said taking a Pepsi

“Let’s not get into who looks homeless now” I said scoffing

“I still get more bitches than you” he said shrugging his shoulders

I threw my now empty water bottle at him

“You’re a fucking weirdo loser” I told him as he laughed

“Heyyy Y/N when did you get here” Nick said coming down the stairs with Matt

“About five minutes ago, you idiot brother here wouldn’t stop yapping in my ear” I told them

“Hey! If you’re gonna talk outta your ass at least turn around so I can hear you better” He told me

“Yeah I’m sure you’d love to look at my ass” I told him sarcastically

“I meannnn are you offering?” He asked with his eyebrows raised

“You are literally a walking ick stay the fuck away from me” I said walking past him to head out the door

Matt had driven us to the party, Chris and I were in the back seat, and as he would rap every song he would point in my face and touch me. I would always smack his hand away or punch him to get him to stop, but he just didn’t

We had arrived at the party, and all slowly got separated. I was in the kitchen making a drink when a guy approached me

“Hey pretty lady” he said also making himself a drink

“Hi” I said giving him a tight lip smile

“Here alone?” He asked me pouring himself a henny coke

“Uh no I’m here with my friends” I told him making myself a Malibu Coke

“Oh nice nice, uhh boyfriend?” He asked me, and I was cringing at his lack of being able to form a sentence. At least when I argued with Chris it was for the most part full sentences

“If you’re asking if I have a boyfriend the answer is no” I told him while taking a sip of my drink.

The whole time we were chatting Chris had been watching me from the corner of the room.

Chris didn’t like the way the guy was staring at Y/N. It was like he was a predator and she was fresh meat, but Y/N was too sweet, and couldn’t see that. He kept glancing at her cup and that made Chris uncomfortable. But he wasn’t doing anything to be out right weird. But when he saw him with her he just wanted to scoop her up and take her away.

He wasn’t really sure why he felt this way. He actually wasn’t really sure how he felt about Y/N. He thought he hated her, but when he’d see her, his heart would skip a beat, and when they’d argue he’d fall more in love with her. But he hates her? He thinks?

Truly Chris was afraid of commitment. He was scared of the idea of someone loving him. It just wasn’t his things one night stands and small flings were his go to. But when he met Y/N it all started to change. He wanted to be with her forever. He even saw a future with her, and he stopped fooling around with other girls. But he was just so afraid of being hurt and committing to someone, that he chose to “hate” her instead. So that at least he’d know he’d always have her in his life.

“Hey it’s kind of hard to hear you” the boy said to me

“Yeah it kind of is, want to step outside?” I asked him

“Uhh maybe we could go upstairs” he said

“Mmmm i don’t know, i don’t really know you” I told him

“Oh come on! We can leave the door open I just want to talk” he said

“Mmm okay fine” I said, and we started to walk towards the stairs

Unbeknown to Y/N Chris was also following them like a shadow in the dark watching their every move. When they got to the stairs a guy had stopped them, and asked Y/N a question. Her drink was in her left hand, and she turned to her right. As soon as she did, the random guy dropped something into her drink. This made Chris’ heart drop, and he went to spring into action. After she answered the guy's question they went to walk up the steps, and the guy nodded his head at the other guy. Oh shit he was in on it Chris realized.

Chris was pushing through bodies calling out Y/N’s name, but she couldn’t hear him over the loud music and the tons of people in the way.

Chris was struggling with girls grabbing onto him trying to talk, and him trying to fight his way through the crowd. Sheer panic racing through his blood.

I had gotten upstairs, and there were tons of room, so we decided on the room all the way to the end. When we stepped in he left the door open.

I sat on the random bed and he sat across from me. I continued to drink my drink as it was almost done. When I Started to feel a little fuzzy. Man, how much Malibu did I put in this? I thought to myself

The guy was trying to talk to me, but I truly wasn’t feeling okay. I thought I was going to pass out or die?

“Hey I’m not feeling too well” I told the guy putting my cup down and going to stand up, but he stood up and sat me back down

“Don’t worry maybe the alcohol was too strong” he said

“No…no, something's not right,” I said slowly. He walked over to door and shut it locking it

“Hey what are you doing” I said fighting to keep my eyes open

“Shhh baby” he said and started to kiss on me

“Please no no stop this” I said starting to panic

“Be quiet baby” he told me pushing me backwards and starting to lift up my dress

“Please don’t. Please stop I won’t say anything just don’t please” I said crying

Chris had finally gotten up the stairs and started bursting through every door, while texting Nick and Matt what was happening, and telling them to come upstairs

Finally he had gotten to the last door, and it was locked, but he could hear her crying and pleading for someone to stop.

Chris started to bang against the door, slamming his body into it, and finally he kicked the door in and ran in. The sight he saw made his blood run cold

This disgusting pig with Y/N’s underwear half way down her legs, and her dress hiked up. While she just lay there pleading for him to stop in a very drugged way

“What the fuck are you doing” Chris screamed running over to the guy and punching him straight in the jaw. This caused the guy to get up and start fighting with Chris

Nick and Matt had run into the room seeing what Chris just saw. Matt ran over to Chris to try and help him, and Nick ran to Y/N to help her

“Shh it’s okay” Nick said helping Y/N back into her underwear and pulling her dress down

“Chris” she said weakly

“It’s Nick, but Chris stopped him okay. You don’t have to worry you’re safe” Nick said pulling the girl up and into his arms

At this point Matt and Chris had beat the guy to a pulp, and he just laid there bloody

“Don’t you ever put your hands on a fucking woman again you disgusting pig” Chris yelled at him while standing over him in a fit of rage

“Come guys, we have to go, the cops will be here” Nick said. Chris came over and took Y/N from his arms as they ran down the stairs and out the house, walking to Matt’s car.

“Am I dying” I asked them slurred

“No you’ve been roofied” Chris said to me holding me up

“He was touching me….he was going to rape me” I said sobbing and barely being able to stand up

“You’re safe now. We got you you’re okay” Matt said

“I’m dying” I said to them

“No you’re not baby, you have to throw this up” Chris said to me

“I don’t want to throw up” I said crying

“You have to come on” he said, he then stuck two fingers down my throat which made me gag and throw up everywhere

“I wanna go home” I said still crying and fighting for my life

“We’re going, we’re going” Nick said as they helped me into the car, and the whole car ride I cried into Chris’ arms.

When we got home I started to feel some of the effects wearing off, but I wasn’t 100% there.

Chris took me to his room so that he could watch me

“I need to get this man’s smell off of me, help me shower I can’t stand by myself” I said barely making sense

“Are you sure?” I asked her not wanting to make her uncomfortable

“Yes Chris please. I need you right now. You make me feel safe and warm. I love you” I told him

“I love you too” I told him

I went to the bathroom, and had Chris run a warm bubble bath for me. He helped me out of my clothes while also not really looking at me, and then he helped me into the tub.

I let my body fall into the bubbles immediately feeling relieved.

I just sat there staring blankly at the tub while Chris watched my face for any signs of discomfort

“Thank you for saving me” I told him, finally looking over at him.

“I will always be there for you, and I know you might not remember this tomorrow, but I love you. I was so scared of love before, but when I got to know you. It made me want to love, and love all of you. I have never been so sure about someone in my life as I am of you” he told me washing my back with a rag and letting the warm water fall down my head

“Chris I like you so much….I want to be with you forever” I told him smiling at him

“You don’t know what you’re saying” he said

“I do. I want you Chris all of you. I love to argue with you because it’s something that WE do. That is our thing, and it will alway be our thing” I said leaning me head on my arm

“I love to argue with you too. Makes me warm inside” he said washing my arm for me

“Join me” I said

“I can’t. Not under these circumstances” he told me breaking eye contact

“Please Chris. I want to be next to you. I need your embrace” I told him. Finally he agreed

He took his shirt off and then his pants, and I covered my eyes when he took off his underwear, and waited for him to get in the water opposite of me.

Once I felt the water move I opened my eyes

“Thank you Chris” I said looking at him

“Anything for you pretty girl” he told me

“Come here let me clean your makeup off” he said and pulled me in a little closer

Taking the rag, and wiping my makeup off my face

“You’re so beautiful” he told me as he cleaned my face

“You’re beautiful Chris” i told him which made him blush

“Kiss me” I told him him

“I can’t. Not tonight you’re not fully sober” he said back to me in a whisper

“Tomorrow morning” I told him

“If you remember this” he said back to me

“I will…I promise” I said

We finished bathing, and Chris got us dried and dressed in pajamas. He had snuggled me into his chest as I fell asleep, but Chris didn’t finally fall asleep till 5AM. He spent most of the night watching you and making sure you were okay.

You had woken up at 9AM, and Chris was still deep in slumber, so you decided to leave him and head upstairs to brush your teeth and wash your face.

Everyone was still asleep, so you decided to make some coffee and drink it while you sat outside by their pool.

You had texted Chris something for when he woke up.

30 minutes later Chris woke up. To you not by his side and for a second he panicked but then figured you were awake upstairs. He grabbed his phone and saw a message from you

The annoying one🙄

-kiss me?

It read, and he blushed slightly.

The End

Okayyy so I hope you enjoyed this one as well. It was pretty long, and for whoever requested this I really hope you enjoyed❤️❤️ I have about 6 more imagines to write 🤭🤭

-J💅🏽

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[baldval]

ART DECO PART 3!₊˚⊹♡

characters: valentino x gn!reader

wc: 2.2k

warnings: cursing, allusions to smut, mentions of drug use, sligthly ooc val.

a/n: decided to give you guys a whole lot of fluff as an apology for last chapter, hope you like this!!!!

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"-and I mean, I know it's a fuckin' tough challenge to make her look good in blue, but I think we can do it. I don't know what's Vox obsession with that colour, like- our whoole campaign doesn NOT have to be all fucking blue. I don't even know why we need a campaign. We've got enough people on our side, and I got a call from Zeezi this morning - I'm gonna see if I can convince her. So, we definitely need you in that fuckin' meeting."

Silence.

"Are you even fucking listening to me? Hello?"

"... What?"

"I said, we need you at the meeting this afternoon. Vox made me promise I'd show up with you."

"Oh. Yeah, sure. Whatever."

Velvette looks you up and down carefully, brows quirked in curiosity.

"The fuck is going on with you? You've been super weird these last couple of weeks."

That confirms your suspicions that Vox hasn't told anyone about that day at Valentino's apartment. You were wondering if he had.

"I'm just... tired. I'm fine. Don't worry about me, okay?"

Velvette doesn't look convinced, but nods anyway.

"Come on," she says, jumping from his chair. "We better get to that meeting early, Vox wants to talk strategy."

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You're sitting silently, curled up in an expensive leather chair. Vox and Velvette are talking business, the complex jargon going straight over your head. You're in a world of your own, completely detached from your current reality, when you hear it.

Velvette says it off hand, not thinking anything of it. You watch as Vox flinches ever so slightly, almost imperceptibly. Your throat tightens, your heart kicks up in your chest. Then, she says it again.

His name.

Valentino.

"I know if you push him the right way, Valentino could do anything you want him to do, you just need to make it look like it's his idea."

Valentino.

Valentino, Valentino, Valentino.

The word plays on repeat in your mind, like a broken record. Vox's eyes flick to you, as if to gauge your reaction, but you refuse to give him the satisfaction. You haven't spoken since your argument, which makes most work things hard, considering he is your boss. You worried Velvette was starting to suspect something, seeing as how she always had to deliver messages from Vox to you.

"Yeah, yeah, I know we can use him, I just think, maybe, he's a bit... how can i say this? an impulsive bastard?" He glances at you before he says. "I know he's been doing some things I know he's regretting."

Velvette is oblivious to Vox's reluctance to speak on the subject, clearly.

"Well it's Valentino, when is he not impulsive? can you fuckin' talk to him or something? You know, I think you're like the only person he'll actually listen to."

Vox's eyes are darting between you and Velvette frantically.

"Yeah, sure. I'll talk to him."

You scoff under your breath, but he hears it.

"You got something to fuckin' say, Princess? Huh?"

Princess. You haven't heard that one in a while. It was a nickname given to you by the rest of your coworkers, seeing as you were pretty much Vox's favourite employee. At least you used to be. He wants to get under your skin, throwing the term in your face.

"Nothing you haven't said already," you say, biting your tongue, Vox knows you're lying.

He's about to make another sarcastic remark when Vox's assistant enters the room, cutting the moment short. You're not sure if you're grateful or spiteful.

One by one, your coworkers file in, taking their seats at the table. You're holding your breath, sitting at the edge of your chair, waiting for the inevitable. You can predict it now, the way you're going to feel when he walks in - chest tight, lungs knotted, fists clenched.

Valentino walks in, and the opposite happens.

You exhale your held breath, and relax slightly. The tension leaves your shoulders for a moment, your lip gets released from in between your teeth. It's like seeing him has cured you, even temporarily. As if he's your own brand of medicine, your personalised prescription.

His eyes catch yours, and you have a silent conversation. So much is said in such a short time.

Hi. Hi. Are you okay? No, are you? No. Not at all.

The room is oblivious to this emotional exchange - except for your boss. Vox watches Val's every move like a hawk. He's trying to figure out if the two of you are still together, still sneaking around behind his back. Val hadn't spoken to him since he stormed out of his apartment, meaning he has no idea about the events that occurred after his departure.

The meeting goes off as usual, full of tension and sniped remarks. You don't listen to a word anyone says, too focused on keeping your attention away from Valentino across the table. You're determined not to look at him. You know that if you do, he'll see right through you. He'll know how you really feel. And that is something you're not at all prepared for.

"Okay, well, if no one else has anything they'd like to cover, I think we're done here. Meeting adjourned."

Everyone rises from their places, shaking hands and having quick discussions before leaving through the tall glass doors. You stay put, in no rush to exit. Vox approaches Valentino, and you watch the exchange with a clenched jaw.

"Hey, uh... yeah, we need to talk. I think we should talk."

Val takes a long, hard look at Vox, before chuckling humourlessly.

"Hmm... Not sure if I've got something to day to you though."

Your boss stays stuck in his place, staring at the floor beneath him. As Val leaves, he can't resist running his fingers across your shoulders gently. You look back at him, but he's already gone.

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Home doesn't feel like home anymore.

Everywhere you look, you're reminded of Valentino.

You're in the kitchen, and all you can think about is the time the two of you slow danced in the middle of the night, slipping and sliding on the tiled floor. There's a half finished bottle of wine on the counter, abandoned in favour of gliding around the room in your socks. Val clicks on some low, jazzy music, and pulls you into his arms. You feel like you finally belong somewhere.

You're in the bathroom, and you can't stop thinking about when the two of you took a bubble bath together, lavender scented steam filling the air. Your back is pressed to Val's chest, sitting in between his legs as he massages the shampoo into your hair. He's humming softly, a song his Mother used to sing when he was a child. There's not an ounce of tension in either of your bodies. You feel like you finally belong somewhere.

You're in the living room, and you can't avoid the memories of curling up with Val on the couch. He always lets you pick the movie - sarcastically rolling his eyes at your choices, but never protesting. You sit there for hours, bodies tangled together like two pieces of the same puzzle. You feel like you finally belong somewhere.

You're in the bedroom, and you can't stop picturing the way that Val would take you apart and put you back together again. Before him, all of the sex you had was quick, transactional, impersonal. But it was different with Val. He genuinely cared about your pleasure - learning your body inch by inch, memorising it like a sculptor. You allowed yourself, for the first time ever, to let go. You put your soul in his hands with full faith. Lying there, limbs intertwined beneath the soft sheets, there was no doubt in your mind. You belonged somewhere.

And now that safe place is gone.

Home doesn't feel like home anymore, and it's all because of him. You could move at the drop of a hat, find a new apartment tomorrow if you wanted. But you can't. You can't leave all of these memories behind. As painful as they are, they're all you have.

You turn on the TV, and flick through the channels, you stop at a commercial that seemed to be promoting a free hotel that worked as a rehab for sinner. What a stupid idea. Yet you sat and watched the whole thing, unable to tear your eyes away from the screen. When it ends, you turn it off, and sit in silence.

You sit there for hours, in the quiet, just thinking. About everything. You found the whole thing stupid, of course, but there was something that stuck with you.

Sinners wanting to change.

It seemed as if the minute anyone got into hell they had 2 options: kill or be killed. Hell felt more like an extension of life rather than a punishment itself, maybe that was the punishment.

All of a sudden, you're sick of waiting. Sick of being told how to do everything. Sick of trying to conform to these ideals that people are placing on you. Fuck them. You are already in hell, you have to keep living for you.

You're pulling on your shoes and grabbing your keys before you can even process it. You call the number for a car, but no one answers. Fuck it, you'll run if you have to. If it means you get to hold the man you love in your arms again.

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Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang.

The knocking on the door is so loud, Valentino's half convinced he's about to be murdered. He swings open the heavy oak to be met with the sight of you, looking like you just ran a marathon.

You stand still for a moment, staring at each other, as if you can't believe what you're seeing. You're here, in each others vicinity again. It'd be so easy to reach out and touch him.

So, you do.

You barrel into him, jumping into his arms, throwing yours around his neck. He catches you easily, holding onto you as tight as he possibly can. You wrap your legs around his waist and press yourself even closer, as if to merge both of your bodies into one being.

You breathe him in, and it's the first time you've taken a full breath in weeks. He smells the same as he always did, floral and woody and expensive and yours. He still smells like he's yours.

You don't realise you're crying until you pull away from him slightly, and see the wet spot on his t shirt. He puts you down and closes the door, locking it behind you. He grabs your hand and leads you into the kitchen, parting from you to pour two glasses of wine.

You jump up onto the counter and part your legs, Val coming to stand between them instinctively. He places a hand on each of your thighs, warmth seeping through his palms. You're face to face, unsure where to start.

"Darling," he breathes. "What are you doing here?"

He sounds unsure, almost scared. If only you knew how frantically his heart is beating in his chest.

"I'm already dead," you reply quickly. "I'm literally in Hell. It can't really get that much worse. And if it does, I'd rather have that if it means I got to choose that path."

Valentino looks at you carefully, brow quirked in confusion.

"Honey, are you on drugs? Because they're really not good for you, you know."

"Says the man who did coke off my ass last month," you tease defiantly.

He fights back a smile, but it curls at the corner of his mouth. You grin at him, hands moving towards his neck.

"I'm not on drugs," you reassure. "I was just watching tv, and it kinda put everything into perspective. We should get to choose what we do in our deaths. We should get to try to change our path. Why am I so stuck to an eternity trying to appease stupid concepts of success?"

He smiles at you softly, nodding as you continue.

"I just - this is hell. We get to do whatever the fuck we want, we're fucking dead. I make a choice for myself, and all of a sudden everything I've worked for is gone? How is that fair?"

"It isn't," he agrees, squeezing your thighs in reassurance. "Vox's a hypocrite. Do you know how many stupid decisions I've watched him make over the years? He thinks he knows everything, but he doesn't."

You lean forward and press your forehead to Val's, exhaling the tension from your shoulders.

"I'm really sorry," you whisper. "For everything. I treated you horribly, and none of it was your fault."

"It wasn't your fault, either. You know that, right?"

"I don't know. It's so hard to get a view on things when they're happening. But when I took a step back, it gave me a clearer look. And it made me realise something."

"And what's that?" he murmurs.

"I realised that I cannot live a day without you, Valentino. I don't want to."

"Thank God," he breathes in a laugh. "I've been going fucking crazy here without you."

You beam a grin at him, so bright it's a wonder that the lights don't shatter.

"I love you, and I won't apologise for it," you confess. "Whatever the consequences are, I'll accept them. Nothing can touch me when I'm loved by you. You're like my own personal armour."

Val leans forward and captures your lips with his, arms wrapping around your waist to pull you closer. You get completely lost in each other, revelling in the feeling of being back together. You feel like you can finally breathe again. The other half of your heart has returned.

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[actually-3kidsinatrenchcoat]

Princess Treatment | Miguel O'hara x chubby!Reader

Miguel really knows how to relieve your stress 💕

18+ SEXUAL CONTENT | CW: Oral s*x (v + breast/nip), mentions of biting and bruising (hickies), body worship, (positive)talk of larger bodies, she/her pronouns, verrryyyy fluffy smut, slight Dom!Miguel.

Based on Miguel O'Hara x Chubby Woman Headcanons 💕

You’ve been putting in overtime at the spider society. Just as you’re about to leave, there’s always another anomaly popping up in some unhinged dimension. You’d think being the lover of the creator and leader of the spider society would get you some perks on the job, but far from it. In fact, he's put you on more missions than ever. You really can't tell if he just believes in your competency or is brooding and wants to be away from you.

After returning from a particularly stressful mission, something involving a rogue Goblin and a police station, your mind is a blur. Nearly dragging yourself into Miguel's floating work room, you find the nearest cold metal chair. Slumping into it and finally removing your mask, you release a long drawn out sigh.

Miguel was very aware of your current state and chuckled to himself upon hearing you enter the room. He knows he's been working you to the bone lately, but it's only because he respects your work ethic, especially since becoming official with you.

"Mi vida, how was the mission?" He asks as he saunters over to your exhausted body. You can barely lift your head to shoot him the dirtiest look you can muster before resting it back onto the chair. "According to Jess, you've been doing very well." You scoff and finally look up to him as he now stands just behind the chair.

"Well, I'm glad she thinks so," you grunt, half sarcastically. He leans down to kiss your forehead, a gesture you've come to recognize as one of his favorites. Before he can make contact, you lift your gloved hand to cover his mouth. "Hon, you really don't want to do that right now. I am drenched in sweat."

"Fair point. Why don't you head home and rinse off?" Miguel says as he moves to face you. He holds out his hand for you to use as leverage to pry your melted body off the chair. You take it and use what feels like the last bit of energy you have to pull yourself up.

"Thank you, Mig," you smile at him tiredly before tapping at your watch to open the portal back to your dimension. Before stepping through, you turn back to him and ask, "When do you want me back?"

Miguel thinks for a moment, looking back up to his desk and tapping around on his watch. He looks back to you with a smirk that you can't quite place the meaning of. "Actually, I think I'll join you."

"What? Don't you have work to do?" He rarely takes impromptu leaves from office, so you're fully aware that this must be a scheme.

He starts walking toward you, never breaking eye contact. "L.Y.L.A., make sure Jess knows I'll be taking the rest of the day off." Finally at your side, he wraps his arm around your waist, giving your hip a little squeeze. "Tonight, you're getting the princess treatment." At this point, you're far too tired to press for more information, so you just step through the portal with Miguel at your side.

The next couple hours are filled with Miguel dotting over you. He draws you a bath with your favorite bath salts and a couple of candles set around your bathroom. He sits by the side of the tub, massaging your aching shoulders and scalp as he helps to shampoo your hair. After your bath, he makes sure to help with your skin and hair care routine that he had quietly memorized from the many nights he's spent with you.

Of course, he has to help you apply lotion to your delicate skin. Initially you protest, "Miguel, you've done enough. I can take care of this, okay?"

He smiles at you and chuckles as you sit in front of him, on the edge of your bed. "Let me pamper you, mi reina. You've done so much lately, let me take your stress away." You relent and allow him to start.

Initially, Miguel seems to be intent on truly making sure your skin is adequately moisturized, having you sit on his lap, your back to his chest. He takes his time to rub the sweet smelling cream into your arms, working his large hands over your smooth skin. Doing the same with your upper back and shoulders, taking his time at your back rolls to caress the skin and examine it lovingly.

Although, once he gets to the point where your shoulders meet your neck, he leans down to kiss the delicate skin. You hear him inhaling deeply, taking in your scent. "Ah, Miguel..." you sigh. He shushes you and continues on.

Once he get's to your chest, his intentions become clear. His hands snake down to cover your breasts. He squeezes lightly, manipulating the flesh in his hands, You start to feel him hardening beneath you, the only thing separating you being his suit that he still hasn't bothered to remove.

Again, he kisses your neck, a bit more aggressively now. Slowly, you feel him start to rub over your peaked nipples. Gently pinching the buds between his fingers. You moan lowly, not expecting the pleasurable sensation.

"Suena hermosa," Miguel purrs into your neck. At this point, you've had enough, desperate to lock lips with him, you try to get up from his lap, bur his strong arms move to hold your hips in place. "Ah ah ahh," he coos, "I'm not done putting on your lotion." With a grunt of protest, you reluctantly allow Miguel to continue.

He quickly moves down to your belly, rubbing circles into your sides and lovingly nuzzling into the crook of your neck. He lingers for a while, allowing you to relax back into his chest and lace your fingers with his. It's moments like this that make you fall deeper in love with him.

"Eres perfecta, cariño," he mutters quietly. You giggle and turn your head just enough to place a kiss on his head. In response, he unlinks your hands and places his on your hips, signaling you to stand. Once up, he spins you around to pull you into his arms and kiss you deeply. You throw your arms around his neck and push your body into his, desperate to be as close with your lover as physically possible. He finally retracts his holo suit, revealing his warm brown skin and boxers, which hid a very obvious boner.

He shifts to lay you back on the bed, gently helping you down all while keeping your lips connected. He begins to kiss down your neck, stopping at a few points to suck and bite a few marks into your skin. Once he reaches your breasts, he captures one of your nipples in his mouth, sloppily kissing and sucking while rolling the other between his fingers.

By now you're already deathly aware of the heat pooling between your thighs, and Miguel is making it no better. After taking the time to attack both of your breasts with his skilled mouth and wonderful hands, he dips down to your tummy. He lovingly kisses a line down to your belly button while rubbing his hands along your sides and kneading the soft skin. You quietly sigh to yourself and tangle a hand in his hair, gently scratching his scalp in a silent 'thank you'.

After a time, Miguel slowly moves back up to your face. He butterfly kisses your forehead and cheeks before sitting up and smiling down at you. "What?" You ask, giggling at the sudden change from hunger and lust to loving and gentle.

He cups your cheek and rubs little circles into your cheek. "I know you're tired, Princesa. Let me make you feel good."

"God, yes please, Mig." That was all he needed. He quickly shifted down the bed and spread your legs. He kneels down and lifts your legs up to rest on his shoulders. He begins massaging your thighs and kissing up and down your calves, every now and then looking back to you to watch you squirm.

"Babe, please don't tease me," you whine moving your hands between your thighs. You use your fingers to gently part your slick lips, allowing the cold air of the room to hit your aching core. Miguel watches as your tight hole and clit throb around nothing, his dick straining harder against the fabric of his underwear.

"Mierda..." He groans, snaking his hands down your thighs and taking the place of your fingers. He gently rubs two of his fingers over your slit as he sinks down to face your pussy. He spreads you open again making sure to make piercing eye contact with you as he breathes cold air onto your heat, making you gasp and squirm and try to close your thighs. He chuckles and finally licks one long stripe up your cunt. Immediately, you shiver and moan at the contact.

"That's it, Princesa. Let me hear you," Miguel mumbles as he continues to swipe his tongue, collecting your leaking juices on his tongue. He resumes massaging your thighs as he finally buries his tongue in your hole, using his nose to add pressure to your clit. You nearly cry at the sudden increase in stimulus, instinctively lifting your hips to meet his mouth, which he responds to by placing his strong hand over your abdomen to push you back down into the bed.

You again move your hands to lace into his dark brown locks, using it as leverage to push his face deeper into your core. He takes this as an opportunity to move his mouth up to your clit, taking the pulsing mound into his mouth and gently sucking. A string of slurred curses and moans fall from your mouth as he begins to slide two of his large fingers into your pussy. Your inner walls tighten as he begins to slowly curl upwards into your most sensitive spot. The heat that had already been brewing in your stomach instantly grew into a raging fire as he continued to suck at your clit and pump his fingers.

"Please baby, p-please don't stop!" He chuckled at how desperate you sounded, sending vibrations into the little bundle of nerves he refused to remove his mouth from. You could feel yourself about to break as you greedily buck your hips into his face.

"Aww, are you getting close, cariño?" Miguel fully knew you could cum at any second, but hearing you admit it was half the fun.

"A-ahh yes! Please, can I c-cum?" Your free hand is gripping at the sheets below you, trying to focus on not releasing then and there. You know how much he likes when you ask permission first.

"Good girl, cum for me." That was all you needed, you almost screamed out in pleasure as you released all over his face. Your legs shook at either side of his head as you continued to spasm with the orgasmic wave that rolled down your body.

You finally begin to relax as he takes his final licks, lapping up your cum. He finally sits up as you relax your arms and legs out like a starfish, desperately trying to catch your breath.

"Thank you, Mig," you sigh out breathlessly, smiling weakly at your lover.

"Of course, mi amor." Miguel wipes his mouth and chin still coated in your juices, and gets up off the bed to turn down the lights, swiftly returning back to you.

You muster up your last bit of strength to scoot into him, resting your head on his chest. He wraps his arms around you and kisses your temple before pulling the covers over the both of you. This is truly the most relaxed you've been in a while. And it was all thanks to Miguel, the man that caused all your stress in the first place.

At least he knows how to help you release your stress.

Thank you all for your patience! Let me know if you want more chub love! 💕

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[luvfy0dor]

hear me out. how abt nikolai as a dad!!! other parents gender can be up to you <3 thank you so much, feel free to reject !

"Tea Parties and Tiaras" - Dad!Nikolai x Reader ⋆·˚ ༘ *

Warnings; None, just fluff!!

Description; Dad!Nikolai headcannons and a cute little scenario revolving around a very dramatic tea party.

A/N; Tysm for the request!! I have a lot of thoughts about him tbh, I'm glad I get to post them! Also omg u guys since Halloween is coming up what do you think nikolai would be??? I know he's definitely not sitting out in every day attire to hand out candy; brother has gotta be costumed up and causing mischief I just know it.

Headcannons !! ༊*·˚

★ I could go on all day about how he uses his ability as a father rather than a villain. He uses it to quickly fetch things from other sides of the house, like a bottle or a blanket, stuff like that.

★ But he also definitely uses it to mess with them sometimes. If they're doing something they're not supposed to be doing and he finds out, he's gonna stick his arm through the portal, grab their shoulders and laugh when they jump. Then he'll tell them to knock it off, unless it seems appealing to him at the moment. He might join in if it looks fun.

★ Nikolai also does magic tricks for them. He really likes pulling a rabbit out of his hat. He loves the surprised look on his kids faces. He also robs stores of candy sometimes.

★ However, Nikolai isn't afraid of saying no to them. He really doesn't want them to grow up spoiled little pricks.

★ He lets them dress him up. If he's with the kids while you run errands, you'll come home and see your man with that glittery gel eyeshadow smeared all around his eyes and a tiara on his head. The dresses didn't fit, and neither did the little plastic heels, but the hair clips, tiara, and makeup will suffice.

★ I said this for Fyodor too, but Nikolai does his children's hair. He paints their nails too.

★ Nikolai loves to bring his kids to fun places, water/amusement parks, circuses, fairs, trampoline parks, etc. He has NUMEROUS pairs of the trampoline park socks and he loves walking around in them everywhere.

Scenario !! ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

(P/T is parental title because I want it to be gender neutral, d/n is daughters name, s/n is sons name)

When you thought about relaxing after work, partaking in a tea party wasn't exactly your first thought. But there you sat, cross legged with a pretty tiara on your head, courtesy of your young son and daughter. You could hear Nikolais little giggles as d/n tried to pull his hair back into a very messy ponytail.

"Oh, papa, you better brush your hair some more, this is way too knotty!" Your daughter exasperatedly says and let's go of Nikolais long hair, making him feign offense and turn to her. "Hey! You're very rude! It's okay though, because my tea party outfit is much better than yours is." He says, a mocking tone of voice as he squints his eyes while talking to her. She pouts and gets up sassily, retreating to s/n's side as he rummaged through their little play kitchen.

"Did you hear that? I can't believe she would say something like that to me!" He says to you with an exaggerated frown. You just scoff and pat his shoulder in support. "I wonder who could have taught her such wit." You sarcastically say. You both watch them search for enough teacups for the four of you, all of them being strewn throughout their play room. They eventually skitter back to the table with only three cups and saucers in hand. S/n places one in front of you, one in front of his sister, and one in front of himself.

Nikolai sits waiting for his, but when both s/n and d/n sit down without getting him HIS teacup and saucer, he's a bit annoyed. "Hey, where's my tea?" He asks them. The kids exchange a glance before d/n speaks up. "Mean, knotty-haired clowns don't deserve tea." She huffs. He's even more taken aback this time. "You guys are so mean! You're gonna make your papa cry." He says, his lip quivering a bit as his hand slaps over his heart for dramatic effect. He starts sniffling and you just snicker, watching d/n expression change to one of slight guilt.

She groans and begrudgingly gets up to grab another teacup and saucer from the kitchen, returning it and placing it in front of Nikolai. He stops pretending to cry and grabs her, pulling her into a hug and swaying her excitedly. "Aw, thank you! I knew you loved me enough to look past my messy hair." He says with a giggle. She eagerly tries to wriggle out of his hug, but s/n runs over and hugs Nikolai too, knocking him backwards and onto the ground. He lets out a soft "oomph" before they all start giggling.

"Hey! Now you're both gonna crush me!" He says, the kids getting up off of him while laughing. He lets out a loud sigh before sitting back up. "Okay, I think we're even now, yeah? I came to your lovely tea party with messy hair and you two just knocked the wind out of me in retaliation!" He says, patting their shoulders. They look at eachother and look back at him.

"Okay, I guess you're forgiven." S/n says, his hands on his hips and d/n nodding in approval. "Okay, good. Now, I think we should continue our tea party before we have to eat dinner." He says, pretending to sip on the plastic glass. They murmur soft affirmatives and sit back down. You lean your head on Nikolais shoulder as you pretend to sip on the tea too, content with the little family that the two of you have made together.

A/n; when u think of the word 'skitter/skitters' I hope you think of me 💔🫡 credit to @ilovechuuy4 for influencing the magic and candy stealing hcs thank you schmoopie 💞🙏

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[angstysebfan]

My Roommate's Boyfriend - Chapter 8

Pairing: Bucky x Female Reader AU: Modern

Chapter Summary: Reader learns the truth, but will it change anything? Bucky comes home. Warnings: Angst, cursing

Series Masterlist

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It’s been three days since you came home from Seattle. You spent those three days alone in your bed. You couldn’t stop crying or thinking about all that has happened over the last year, and especially over the last week. 

You finally get up out of bed and decide you should head to the store to get food in your apartment, not that you have eaten. You walk aimlessly down the aisles grabbing this and that, not really paying attention. Suddenly you bump into someone and drop the hand basket, which caused your groceries to fall on the floor. 

“I’m so sorry,” you hear a deep voice say.

You look up to see a handsome man ,with dark skin and a friendly smile, that you know to be Sam. You heat up in embarrassment, and hope he doesn’t recognize you. 

“No, it’s my fault,” you say quietly, as you kneel down to grab your stuff. Sam also kneels down and looks at you.

“I know you!” he shouts. You feel even more heat on your face. “You’re Nat’s friend, Y/N, right?” he asks with a smile.

You nod and continue to collect your things. “Bucky isn’t home yet, so may I ask why you are?” he asks, lifting his brow.

You stand up straight once everything was back in your basket.

“Oh, uh… I decided to come home early. Give them some time alone.”

Sam gives you a knowing look, “Oh, I uh, guess he didn't get his head out of his ass and continued being an asshole to you, huh,” he says.

You look at him and scoff. “Has he given you the 50 bucks he owes you?” you say sarcastically.

Sam laughs, both eyebrows raised. “No, not yet. He doesn’t believe in Venmo. He's probably still pouting that he lost,” he said.

You nod, “Yea, well… make sure he pays up,” you say as you start walking away.

Sam shouts after you, “He's stubborn, but you gotta keep pushing him!”

You turn back and look at him, “I’m sorry?”

Sam laughs, “Bucky. He's really stubborn. I told him that he wouldn’t make it to Seattle in three days, but he wouldn’t listen. He was close, but I know him too well.”

You stare at Sam confused. Sam shakes his head, as he walks up to you. “The bet. It was about how long it would take him to make it to Seattle. He said three days, but I bet him it would take him more. I won.”

You can’t help but stare at Sam and wonder if he was telling the truth. “Did… did Bucky tell you anything about our trip?” you ask hesitantly.

Sam shook his head, “Nah, figure I'd get the details when he came home. Why? Did something happen?” he asks intrigued.

You shake your head. “N-no. It was nice seeing you again, Sam,” you say and quickly head to the checkout counter.

Your thoughts were going in every direction and you didn’t know how to get them straight. You quickly checkout and head home.

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Bucky hugs Nat goodbye as he heads out to his Uber to take him home.

“Please don’t give up on her, Buck. I’m sure once you explain yourself, she'll come around,” Nat says into his shoulder.

Bucky kisses the top of her head. “I'll try, Nat. But she thinks so terrible of me, I don’t know if I'll ever win her over,” Bucky says.

Nat gives him her knowing smirk. “I think she will, and you know I am usually right.”

Bucky smirks as well and gets into the Uber, driving away towards the airport.

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Bucky unlocks the door to his apartment and enters. Sam is sitting in the living room watching TV with a beer in his hand. “There he is! ‘Bout time you got home!” Sam shouts standing up and giving Bucky a slap on his shoulder. 

“Oh, did you miss me, Sam?” Bucky said sarcastically.

Sam laughs, “Yea right! How was the trip man, talk to me.” Sam says as he grabs Bucky around the shoulder and drags him to the couch. Bucky can only sigh and shake his head. 

“It… it wasn't what I expected, that’s for sure,” Bucky says as Sam hands him a beer. 

“How did everything go with Y/N? I saw her yesterday,” Sam said.

Bucky’s eyes snap to Sam. “You saw her? Where? How did she look? Did she see you?” Bucky fires back quickly. 

“Whoa man, chill. Yes, I saw her at the store. She seemed out of it. Like she hadn’t slept in days. Her eyes were all bloodshot like she was either stoned or she had been crying. We spoke a little,” Sam said.

Bucky’s heart broke more as he heard the way Sam described you. “Wh-what did she say?” Bucky asked, picking at the label of his beer.

Sam shrugged, “I asked her why she was home. She said she decided to give you and Nat privacy. Then she asked about the 50 bucks you owe me.”

Bucky looked at Sam in a panic, “And… what did you say.” 

“I said you don’t believe in Venmo, so no you haven’t paid me yet. She seemed pissed off until I told her why you owed me the money. She seemed very confused and then ran out of the store like a bat outta hell. So, you gonna to tell me what happened on that trip of yours?” Sam asked.

Bucky stared at Sam. You knew the truth! So is what Nat said true? Will this mend things between you? He hasn’t stopped thinking about you since you left. He wanted to run after you, but Nat said you needed to cool down. He tried calling you, but it went straight to voicemail. He texted but no answer.

“I don’t know man. One minute we're fighting, like usual. Then she explained about what you overheard at the bar and I found myself standing on the side of the highway kissing the hell out of her,” Bucky said. Sam raises his eye brows, intrigued.

“Then she almost got attacked by a bunch of stupid fuckers, but I made it there on time and saved her. I slept with her that night, nothing happened, but I slept so well with her in my arms. Then the next day when we made it to the border of Washington, I knew I could have made it to Seattle, but I wanted one more night with her alone. I lied to her about the hotel only having one room, so we could share a room. Something happened between us, and it was the best sex I've ever had. We talked that morning and everything seemed fine. She asked to borrow my phone cause hers died and she wanted to text Nat.

I left her alone to change, which is when she saw the text between us about the 50 bucks. She thought I made a bet about gettin' with her. She started giving me the cold shoulder, and I didn’t know why. I planned on confronting her when we were in Seattle, but she changed her flight to that night. She never let me explain. She… she hates me,” Bucky said.

“Damn man. That sounds like quite a road trip. What did you do when she left?” Sam asked.

Bucky sighed, “I hung out with Nat, but I couldn’t get Y/N out of my head. Nat kept giving me advice, but I… I don’t know if I should bother. Maybe I should give up. I was an asshole to her for so long she will never see me in a good way.”

Sam smacked Bucky upside his head. “You’re a fucking dumbass dude!”

Bucky glared at Sam, rubbing the back of his head. “Why? Because I know a lost cause when I see one?” He asked.

Sam stands up and faces Bucky. “Dude, you've been secretly pining for this girl for a whole fucking year! Yea, you were an asshole, but apparently she still had feelings for you if she slept with you!” Sam said.

Bucky just looks at him, shaking his head. “It’s no use-”

“Man, shut the hell up! She misread a text message between us. Yes, she should've asked you about it, but based on your history she automatically assumed you were messing with her. She knows the truth now. So why are you still sitting here instead of running to her and talking this thing out? Do you still have feelings for her?” Sam asked exasperated.

Bucky nods, “More than I did before,” he whispers. 

“Then get over there and don’t take no for an answer. Go get your girl!” Sam shouts.

Bucky stands up and grabs his duffel bag. “It’s late, I need to think about this. I’m going to bed,” he says, walking into his room, Sam shaking his head at him.

When Bucky closes the door Sam just says “Dumbass” to himself.

Bucky lays on his bed staring at the ceiling. He knows Sam is right, but he wants to do this right. He wants to sweep you off your feet! He needs to come up with a plan.

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Chapter 7 / Chapter 9

Of course Bucky won't give up... but will his plan work and will the reader and Bucky get together? We'll see. Feedback is appreciated.

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[qingxin-dream]

“Crack of Thunder”

summary | after watching people fling themselves at you as you travel through teyvat, wanderer reaches his breaking point. (art credits: @/xiaojiaju on twitter)

warnings | profanity, hella jealous, possessive, toxic, scars, wanderer backstory, reader calls wanderer “ren”

genre | angst, thriller/action

word count | 2.6k

pairing | wanderer/scaramouche x reader

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Warmth. Comfort. It blankets you like a sweet dream, paralyzing you under its marvelous web of desire. The clouds descend on you like a thick fog, enshrouding you in a safe haven of your own making. You happily entangle myself in its grasp, until a cool drop hits your nose. Then another and another.

“Get up,” a deep baritone voice cuts through your delightful subconscious, causing you to groan and rub your eyes. He scoffs, “It’s about to rain.”

You recoil from the brightness of the sky, even as it is dull and darkened by a sheet of storm gray clouds. His eyes linger on you as you sat up slowly. Your eyes barely begin to adjust to your surroundings—a dead campfire, two sleeping bags, and rolling meadows empty and dampened by the looming storm—your companion snaps his fingers.

“Alright, alright, I’m up,” you grumble, hurriedly packing your things into the adventure bag. “Good morning to you too.”

You can hear the gentle jingle of the ornaments on the ribbons of his hat as he shakes his head in disapproval. “You should know by now I’m not going to wake you with eggs and bacon and a forehead kiss or whatever you humans do.”

“I would pay good money to see that.” You chuckle, flashing a smirk his way. It was never too early in the morning to pester your traveling companion, especially when he makes it so tantalizingly easy.

“You would,” he scoffs, rolling his eyes as if expected such a sarcastic response from you.

Your companion is a man of many names, a well-traveled individual who has roamed Teyvat for hundreds of years. Though now he typically introduces himself as the Wanderer to others, to you he is simply Ren.

When he first met you through the Vahumana darshan of the Akademiya, you were told he was the Hat Guy. You vividly remember him tilting his head up at you, the intricate baby blue embroidery of a lotus catching your eye on the underside of his hat. He was definitely a foreigner, and you knew he had a reputation for being both elusive and sardonic.

Before he could even introduce himself properly, you had let ‘Ren’ slip from your lips, noting the symbolic patterns on his clothing. The eccentric raised an amused eyebrow at you. He was impressed you were vaguely familiar with his native tongue, and somehow the name stuck.

It was a condition of mutual tolerance. At least, that’s what he told you. However, once you both warmed up to each other over time after working on a few departmental projects, the layers quickly unfurled and the rest is history.

He convinced you to join him on a sabbatical of sorts through a few nations for a comprehensive study, which is exactly how you ended up here. Though he often blames it on his mentor, a little girl you’ve met only once with soft white hair and brilliant green eyes. You gave him an incredulous look when Ren had explained his relation to her, and the Dendro Archon simply smiled knowingly at you as she sent you both off.

Admittedly, the trip has been less academic than anticipated. Every time you remind him of the work at hand, he immediately shuts you down. Ren is your senior after all, so you keep your lips sealed.

“(Y/N),” the firm edge to his words catches your attention amid your scattered thoughts.

“Did you say something?” you mindlessly reply. A moment passes before your eyes flick to his and you realize he’s giving you a deadpan expression.

“If I had known you were going to be this absentminded the whole trip, I would have left you in Sumeru,” Ren sighs. You stop in your tracks, knitting your eyebrows together in shame and looking anywhere but at him.

Your wrist is snatched without hesitation, launching you directly into his chest. “Hey!” you yelp, desperately reaching out to his shoulders to hopefully catch your balance at the last second.

The wind picks up, rustling through the foliage ominously. Impatience flickers within Ren’s violet irises at the sudden flash of lightning and is echoed by the roll of thunder that followed.

“You have a habit of just grabbing me whenever you feel like it, you know that? What the hell did I do?”

Ren clicks his tongue. “You certainly have had no problem letting any other man touch you during this excursion.”

Your cheeks flare a bright warm hue in complete disbelief at the audacity of his claim. Yanking your wrist from his hand, you ball your fists at your sides. “Excuse me?”

Ren opens his mouth, more than ready to lash out at you as if it’s a grudge he’s been harboring for awhile. He catches himself, narrowing his gaze. Your insolence surely knows no bounds.

“Don’t feign ignorance,” he retorts, the ribbons of his hat swirling ominously behind him in the wind of the incoming storm. You could tell he was on the verge of snapping. “Must you always be so preoccupied with trivial insects?”

You scoff at him indignantly. “What have you been doing since we left Sumeru, huh? Not the assignment we were given! You have no right to judge me, and what do you even care?”

The accents of Ren’s dark and sheer bodysuit begin to glow with Anemo energy. The wind picks up, and you have a feeling it’s not from the storm overhead. He was practically glaring daggers at you, taking you by the wrist and walking away furiously.

Stumbling forward and nearly tripping repeatedly, you struggle to keep up with his quickening pace deeper into the wetlands. Your surroundings dulled from the thickening of the clouds above, now swirling dangerously. You wouldn’t have been able to make out anything in front of you if it weren’t for the luminescent rings of Anemo on his wrists.

“W-where are we going?” you cry out, but the breeze threatens to drown out your voice as it rips through the trees. “Shit, I’m sorry, okay?”

“Brace yourself,” he growls and without warning, he scoops you right off of your feet. Ren’s hat dissipated into a gorgeous blue lotus on his back, framing his face like a ethereal angel. But his words were anything but heavenly.

Fwooom!

In an instant, Ren darted through the maze of trees like it was nothing. His electric irises pulsed a soft royal purple, as if he could see the obstacles ahead ten seconds in advance and violently weaved through the forest with you helplessly in his embrace.

You felt your mouth open to scream, but by the time you realized what was happening, you weren’t sure if you had screamed at all. “R-Ren! S-stop! You’re going to kill us!”

His gaze ahead didn’t falter once, focusing ahead like some sort of wild predator. You notice his voice is deeper and more agitated, yet it did retain his signature sarcasm. “What? Don’t you trust me? I wouldn’t think you’d travel across the entirety of Teyvat with someone you don’t trust in the first place.”

“Please!” You desperately climb on him, wrapping your arms around his neck like your life depended on it. Knowing him, it very well might. “Put me down! This is insane!”

Ren grunts in amusement. “I like you better when you beg, (Y/N). Do it again.”

Suddenly, he grips you tightly, coming to an abrupt halt. The wind is no longer deafening your ears; rather, it is the thousands of gallons of water rushing over the cliff face into oblivion below. You peer over his shoulder and shriek at how high you are suspended over certain death.

He can feel how rapid your little human heartbeat is pounding against his hollow chest and smirks mischievously. “It would be a shame if I lost my grip on you. The mist is quite slippery.”

“D-don’t you dare, Ren!” You yell, though it is more out of primal fear than a place of power. He’s right though, the pads of your fingers are losing their grasp on his skin.

“You think you can bark orders at me when you so clearly have no idea what you do to me?” He growls, looking down at you with disdain. “…How dare you.”

Just when you felt like you couldn’t breath any faster like a frightened rabbit, the air was ripped from your lungs as the puppet let you fall through his arms. Tears are swept from your eyes in the wind, lost in the suffocating mist of the waterfall. The last thing you see is the expression of pity etched on his beautiful face.

Swooosh!

Ren handles the gravity of your fall with surprising grace, catching you inches above the lake’s surface. The utter magnitude of the maneuver sent shockwaves across the water, continuing to move at intense speeds hovering just above the water as he traverses it.

Imploring you once more, his voice is sharp and dangerous, threatening you to disobey. “You know what I am. What I am designed for. What I am capable of.”

You feel yourself becoming dizzy as Ren shoots up vertically out of nowhere, swirling erratically and ensnaring you both in a raging water spout. He notices your hold on him weakening, his temper throttled by the sight of your eyes beginning to roll in the back of your head.

“Hey,” he commands your attention, but consciousness is eluding you. The gust softens into a warm breeze through your hair, attempting to rustle you awake. “I’m not done with you. I didn’t say you could pass out.”

A groan rumbles in your throat and you lazily raise your head to face him. Frankly, you wish you could strangle him for toying with you like this, but you’re at his mercy. You need him, there’s no denying it. “P-please… down…”

“Not before you answer me,” Ren’s tone is still firm, but nevertheless has an edge to that betrays the vulnerability he feels right now. “Why do you flock to others? What is the point in even… keeping me around?”

The question clicks vividly in your mind, like the forbidden key to Pandora’s box.

You distinctly remember the day the Wanderer let his guard down, using the innate power of his divine gaze to show you his story just like he did for Haypasia.

You had seen how he fumbled through human existence as a lowly puppet by the name of Kabukimono, learning the meaning of camaraderie but also the fickle, cruel nature of humanity. The puppet’s innocence had been stripped of him and without a heart, the feelings of betrayal and vengeance festered in the void of his chest like wildfire.

You had watched with sorrow as Kunikuzushi had turned his back on the world, smiting the blade smithing arts as revenge for the loss of those he held dear.

You felt every ounce of pain he did after he was taken in by the Fatui as Scaramouche, the Balladeer—experimented and corrupted in the depths of the Abyss.

You witnessed his ascension to godhood and his downfall. It plays through your head like a horrific flashback, how he desperately sought to erase his existence. He had shared every sickening thought and every visceral emotion. Every damned bit of it.

The weight of the realization is soul-crushing for him. He works tirelessly to maintain this stoic façade, fortifying his walls with endless insults and distancing himself constantly so he doesn’t have to face you.

In a twisted sense, he takes pride in knowing you’ve seen the darkest parts of his past. It serves as a clear warning to never betray him. Ren can destroy anyone and anything that has the gall to keep him from you. That’s not a threat, but a promise he gave you from the very beginning.

You were just too foolish to read between the lines.

Yet, Ren, the puppet, the Wanderer, is starved for the sublime satisfaction in preoccupying every ounce of your sacred attention. But he is chained by his egotism, for he should never need to stoop so low as begging for you.

The sound of his displeasure thrusts you back into reality, your heart fluttering like that of a hummingbird’s wing. You still haven’t answered him.

“I won’t hesitate to crush the next idiot who thinks they have any right to you,” Ren grits through his teeth, his words stinging you venomously. His grip tightens on you, the possessiveness practically striking through his fingertips like an electric current.

After taking a deep, measured breath, he decides to descend to the ground, carefully setting you on your feet. Immediately, you stumble forward and grab the bark of a nearby tree. The feeling of the grass beneath your feet is foreign after speeding through the air, giving you a sort of whiplash.

Once your eyes and bearings adjust, you see the cloth of his black belt fall to the floor. It’s starting to sprinkle and thunder bellows. The purple mauve of Ren’s disheveled hair darkens under the rain, sticking to his pale cheeks.

“W-what the hell are you doing?” you stutter out nervously, your lungs trying to recover from the acrobatics he performed with you.

“Shut it,” he demands. “Look.”

He reaches to unzip his bodysuit, making quick work of it, and shrugs off the white robe. The cloth falls over his hips, as does the top half of his bodysuit, revealing his toned chest. Ren approaches you intently, rain droplets beading down his muscles. You simply can’t help it as your eyes drink in his sculpted figure, memorizing every riveting contour.

Your eyes settle on a certain imperfection. It stretches up to his defined collarbone and all the way down to his upper abdomen. On his left, there resides an indistinguishable pattern of shattered lines racing in every which direction outward.

Cracks.

The cracks of a desolate cavity where a human heart would be, where a Gnosis should be, but instead is bathed in oblivion.

“Look at me, (Y/N),” Ren repeats, although this time with desperation. Your heart wrenches. You are compelled to reach out to his shoulder, but you find yourself distressed with how fragile he may truly be. He looks as if he is terrified of losing you.

“I have no heart. I have no soul. I have no human flesh,” he continues, his hair hiding his eyes. He digs his nails into the skin of his wretched imperfection. “The price for my sins… shouldn’t afford me an impossibility like you. Someone who eases my existence.”

“Ren,” you interject, finally putting your foot down amid all this nonsense. You don’t care that he’s a puppet. You don’t care that he committed atrocities. To hell with it. Let the rain pour, let it soak and wash away the filth of it all. “Why would it be impossible for you to deserve kindness?”

Your words hang in the air. His glistening periwinkle eyes peer at you through the damp strands of his bangs as he raised his head, evidently taken aback by your response.

For some reason, a faint smile curls up on the corner of your lips. You slip your fingers over his, clutching them over his chest. “I’m not going anywhere.”

The puppet lets out a dry chuckle, leaning in closer to you. There’s this indescribable, profound relief on his face in the way his eyebrows scrunch together. It’s almost as if he’s in both disbelief and deep reverence of you.

“You have no idea how many centuries I’ve waited for you,” the Wanderer whispers, trailing his thumb down your jaw before finally capturing your lips with his own.

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[a-constant-gay-panic]

Could you do a Rodrick fanfic with a Fem!reader when Rodrick and the reader are dating and they get into an arguement then like resolve it and cuddle or smth or resolve and have sex I honestly don’t care

Forever

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pairing: rodrick heffley x fem!reader 

summary: you and rodrick have been dating for a little over a year. everything was going perfectly until a small disagreement turned to something much bigger and he, in the heat of the moment, brings up a rather sensitive topic for you. 

warnings: swearing, mentions of a dead parent, couple dispute, pretty heavy jealousy, fluffy ending

word count: 1.6k 

a/n: sorry this took so long to get to anon :( i decided to do a more fluffy ending cause i personally don't like resolving issues with sex yk? cuddles seem more meaningful imo. hope that's alright and meets your standards! enjoy my love <3 

(kinda gives off very toxic vibes during the argument... totally not based off a similar experience i had-) 

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you're laying on your bed, music boarding in your ears as emotions wash over you. it's dark outside and the clock next to your bed reads 2:47, a constant reminder that you need to go back to sleep. 

anger, pain, betrayal, guilt… these feelings seemingly drown you as your thoughts run wild, getting the better of you in this fragile moment. 

you want to stop it. stop the feelings which plague every corner of your mind. you wish you could forget about it all and leave it behind but you can't. every thought is about him. the words which he said. 

tears run down your face as you hug your pillow to your chest, hoping to take the edge off the pain. 

usually you'd be phoning or running to rodrick, your boyfriend, in order to get away but you can't this time. not when he's one of the reasons you're in such a state. 

— 

“just forget it!” he screams. you scoff at his words. “forget it? forget it?! how the hell am i supposed to forget it?” 

he rolls his eyes. “easy! just don't think anything of it! problem solved!” 

“oh yeah, cause it's that easy, isn't it?!” you're becoming more and more agitated as time passes, not comprehending how he can think so little of it. 

“yes it is! nothing happened so leave it!” his hands come up to his hair, tugging at the roots. 

“as if that makes it any better! did you not see the way she was looking at you!” you're in shock at how dense he can be. 

he shakes his head, “no 'cause she wasn't looking at me like anything!” sarcastic laughter bubbles from your lips as you process his words. “oh really? that's not what it looked like to me! the worst is that you entertained it! you always entertain her little games with you!” 

“i wasn't entertaining her for god's sake! just stop it already!” he sighs in annoyance. “oh well i'm so sorry if the sight of some chick all over my boyfriend upsets me!” you roll your eyes at him. 

“i said just leave it!” he shouts. “no! you refuse to talk about it and-” 

before you can finish your sentence, he's cutting you off. “stop obsessing over it! you do this all the time!” 

you frown in confusion. “the hell do you mean ‘all the time’? this is the first time i've said anything!” 

“you obsess over everything, y/n! if it's not me and our relationship it's your grades, your image, your mother! honestly, get over it all already!” 

you stand in silence, his words hitting you like a truck. his eyes widen in shock realising what he's just said, not meaning for those words to slip out. 

he takes an apologetic step towards you but you back away from him as tears start to blur your vision. “y/n…” he whispers. 

“no… don't even bother.” you shake your head as he reaches a hand out. 

“i didn't mean-” he starts. “don't… don't say anything else…” you stutter, tears escaping your eyes. 

you quickly grab your bag and push past him, not giving him the chance to grab your arm or apologise. flying down the stairs of his house, you make your way to the front door and open it in a rush. 

“y/n!” you hear him call as he chases after you. you step out the house and close the front door, slamming it behind you. 

soon enough, the calls of your name are clear again as he's opening the door and running after you. “please…” he desperately says as he walks backwards in front of you, not letting you get away. 

“please what? you've said enough rodrick.” you say simply as you speed up and walk around him. “just…” you start, slowing down to look at him. “just…?” he urges. 

you sigh in frustration, not knowing what to say. “nothing. just nothing. that was a real dick move and we both know it. goodbye rodrick.” you angrily walk away, heading to your house. 

he doesn't follow you, giving you a chance to cool down much to your relief. the walk home was intense, head filled with messy thoughts the entire time and you practically threw yourself on your bed when you closed your bedroom door behind you. 

‘what now…? was he right? do i obsess over things too much?’ 

you find yourself thinking to yourself, your stomach churning at the memory of rodricks words. 

a part of you agrees with him, admitting to yourself that you do tend to focus on specific things too much. especially when it comes to people you care about. that's the reason you obsess over your relationship with him and the reason you obsess over your mother's death. 

your mom meant a lot to you growing up and when she died, a part of you died. you found yourself thinking about her often despite how much it hurts. 

rodrick was always there for you when you drowned in the memories of her. he was always by your side and ready to pull you from your thoughts. maybe you had asked and expected too much. maybe that's why he brought it up, because he was tired of it.

she was taken away from you and you can't help the thought rodrick might be too. you ‘obsess’ over him and your relationship because you don't want to miss anything. you want to make the most out of life and your time with him.

‘i can't do this now…’ 

you think to yourself, the flood of thoughts making you tired. 

soon enough you drift off into darkness, dreams taking over your mind. dreams which soon make you jolt awake, tears streaming down your face and erratic breaths as you lay in your dark room, mind still swarming with his harsh words.

— 

you slow your breathing down, tears now drying on your face. 

the thought of him upsets you but instinctively, you look over at your phone on your night stand, hand itching to send him a message. to have him come and comfort you. 

you want someone to hold you. someone to take care of you in this moment but your stubbornness and pride get in the way. 

your silent debate is ended as a noise is heard from your window. 

you lift your head up but don't see anything, that is until a stone hits the glass again, making you groan in frustration as you immediately know who it is: rodrick. 

you roll over and wait, hoping he gets the hint to piss off. but of course, he doesn't. 

another rock bangs against the glass. then another and another. you huff in frustration and rip the covers off yourself, heading towards the window. 

you open it and peer outside, eyebrows furrowed in confusion and annoyance as you gaze down at your boyfriend. 

“y/n?” his voice calls up to you. “what do you want rodrick?” he visibly tenses at the harsh tone of your voice, knowing full well that he's fucked up. bad. 

he sighs, “can we talk?” “we're talking right now.” you reply simply. 

“no, i mean can we talk properly? face to face?” his words shake and he's almost pleading with you. you instinctively want to wrap your arms around him, body and mind yearning for his touch and the safety that comes with it. 

“fine.” you say after a while, walking away from your open window to sit down on your bed. a few moments later, rodricks head is peering into your room, having climbed the tree outside and grabbing onto the gutter to hoist himself into your bedroom. 

his eyes meet yours and his heart aches at the sight of you, red, puffy eyes and dried tears on your cheeks. 

“are you ok?” he worriedly asks, guilt bubbling inside him. “yeah, just had a bad dream.” you mutter, the half truth falling flat. 

your body tenses as you feel his arms around you but as soon as you inhale the familiar scent of him, you relax, twisting in his arms to bury your face in his shirt. 

his hand rubs circles onto your back as more silent tears brim in your eyes, soon spilling over. 

“shh, i'm here for you, ok? i'll always be here for you. i'm so sorry about what i said. i didn't mean any of it, alright? i was just in a pissy mood and i know that's no excuse but i swear i didn't mean anything. you don't obsess over things and you were right, it was a real dick move on my side and i know you probably need a lot more time but i just wanted to check on you and let you know-” 

you press your lips to his in an attempt to hush his rambling. it works and he smiles into the kiss, hand coming up to gently rest on your face. 

“i'm sorry too. i overreacted and blamed you. i was a bitch to you and-” now it's his turn to cut you off as he kisses you once more. 

“there's nothing you have to be sorry about.” he smiles sadly, “i'm the one who messed up and needs to ask for forgiveness.”

“there's nothing to forgive.” you say, leaning backwards and pulling rodrick with you. 

you lay comfortably in his arms and he kisses the top of your head. 

“i love you. so fucking much.” he whispers into the dark room a few moments later, arms tightening around you. 

lifting your head up to place a tender kiss on his cheek, you mutter, “i love you too.”

“forever?”

“forever.”  

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[rose-pearls]

Watching you go - Part 6

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“And that ladies and gentlemen is how you fool an entire nation!”, Gale yells through the apartment, a sarcastic smirk on his face as he falls on the couch.

“You should have seen their faces.”, Haymitch says as he sits down next to Gale, but you turn to look outside the windows, the Capitol had been hectic ever since learning about the fact you were Haymitch’s daughter.

“They are all trying to get information wherever they can, but they are furious that they didn’t knew about it.”, Peeta says as he gets in, and you can’t help but scoff.

“They aren’t the only ones.”, you mutter under your breath. 

A long silence follows your words, but you can’t think of something to say, to get back to the celebration of your plan working out. The only thing you can think about are your parents back in district 12 watching the interviews. 

“Right, well you both better get a good night of sleep. Tomorrow is the day.”, Haymitch says, and you feel scared at the thought of getting into the arena the next day, fear gripping you.

“I’m going to take a walk, I need to walk off the excitement of the interview.”, you mumble under your breath before leaving the apartment, ignoring Peeta’s pleas to stay and talk.

You would apologize to him when you came back, but at the moment you just needed air. The only place where you could find some peace and quiet was the balcony, but just as you opened the door to it you saw that someone was there already. 

“Finnick.”, you say, and the man turns around and chuckles as he looks at you.

“Well would you look at that, little Abernathy. You dropped a massive bomb out there.”, he says, still while chuckling and you can’t help but grimace at his words.

“Don’t feel hurt that you didn’t knew, just learned about it three days ago.”, you tell him, and the man turns to look at you with a frown on his face.

“Sorry to hear that. Although somethings do make sense now.”, you can’t help but feel confused at his words but before you can ask him what he means you see the bottle of wine in his hand and sadness in his eyes.

“What happened to you?”, you ask him before sitting down on the small bench. Finnick is still standing, looking at the lights in the distance before snorting.

“Too much.”, he says bitterly, and you look at him worried, he seems to be trying to hold back his emotions but it doesn’t seem to work.

“Want to talk about it?”, you ask him, and after a moment he sits down next to you, letting out a long sigh.

“Jo happened.”, he whispers but you still hear it, making you turn to look at him.

“I told her I couldn’t give her what she wanted, at least not immediately. Not even sure I would ever be able to, Annie still haunts me now.”, he says, and you let out a sigh at his words, fearing what the answer was.

“What did she tell you?”, he chuckles softly but it comes as a small sob.

“That she understood and that she hoped I would get better. But that she couldn’t put herself in a position where she could get hurt. So, she told me that we would always be friends but that for the moment she needed to be alone.”, a sob leaves his lips, and you rub his back, careful of not triggering him.

“And I understand her, I mean she deserves better than what I am giving her but still it hurts.”, he whispers, his voice shaking, and you continue to try and reassure him.

“I can’t tell you that everything will be alright but at least you told her how you felt, and she respected that. Now you need to respect her decision Finnick.”, Finnick nods at your words and after a few seconds he rubs his cheeks and lets out a long sigh.

“Thanks, for the pep talk.”, he says, and you snort at his words.

“Wasn’t much of a pep talk but you are welcome.”, you tell him and Finnick smiles at you.

“Good luck tomorrow.”, he says after a moment, and you feel the dread settling at his words.

“Thank you, not sure what to expect.”, you tell him, and he nods slowly.

“Well, it was an honor to be your trainer. I’m sure you will be one of the best fighters in there.”, he says, and you nod slowly, a small smile appearing.

“Thank you for your advice and help, couldn’t have done it without you.”, Finnick shrugs his shoulder, but you smile at him.

“You are welcome.”, the two of you stay there for a moment before you let out a sigh, making him look at you.

“I should go, Peeta is surely waiting for me.”, Finnick smiles kindly, and you smile back at him before squeezing his shoulder and leaving the balcony.

--

“How was your walk?”, Peeta asks as soon as you come into the room, and you turn to look at him.

“Good, needed to think of something else.”, you say and Peeta nods slowly, looking in deep thoughts.

“You know you can talk to me, right?”, he asks after a moment of silence, and you look at each other for a moment before you sit down next to him on the bed.

“Of course, I do Peeta. I just, I don’t even know what I’m feeling right now.”, you say and Peeta looks at you for a moment before taking your hand in his.

“That’s okay, just know that I’m here.”, you nod at his words and squeeze his hand.

“Just like I’m here for you.”, you tell him and Peeta smiles at you.

The two of you stay there for a few minutes, just looking at each other in silence before you break the comfortable silence.

“I’m scared Peeta.”, you whisper, unsure if Peeta managed to hear you but as he gets closer to you, you know that he did.

“I know, I’m scared too.”, he tells you and you let out a sigh of relief at his words.

“I don’t want to die.”, you whisper, feeling tears welling up as you tell him how you feel.

“I don’t want that either and if I could I would take your place in a heartbeat. But I promise you I’ll do anything I can to help you, you just need to stay alive.”, he tells you, practically begging you to stay alive and not do something dumb.

“I’ll try.”, you whisper and Peeta nods, before bringing you closer to him.

“Please do, I don’t think I would be able to live without you.”, he whispers, and you smile at him sadly, before bringing a hand to his cheek. Time passes by as you stay in his embrace and after a moment you start to feel tired, but you don’t want to sleep if it means less time with Peeta.

“We should go to sleep.”, he says, and you nod slowly at his words before letting him take you into his arms, immediately falling asleep as you feel his heartbeat against your ear.

--

“Be careful and stay alive.”, Haymitch tells the two of you, looking a second longer at you, Gale says his goodbye to Haymitch before going to Katniss leaving the two of you.

“Thank you for the mentoring.”, you tell him and Haymitch scoffs, before looking at you for a moment.

“Was the least I could do.”, he tells you and you nod slowly, at loss of words.

“I know I reacted poorly when you told me the news and I’m sorry for that.”, Haymitch seems surprised at your words, but you don’t let him speak.

“If there is a chance that I die in that arena, I wanted to thank you for telling me the truth. You didn’t have to, but you did.”, you say, and your father seems to be at loss for words.

“This better not be a goodbye kid.”, he says, his voice slightly emotional but you smile at him.

“Never, just a see you later.”, Haymitch nods at your words and for some reason you can’t help but hug him, his arms wrap around you after the surprises wears off and you stay there for a few seconds.

“See you later.”, you tell him and Haymitch mumbles a respond before letting you go.

Peeta is waiting for you, a loving smile appearing as he sees you arrive.

“We told each other everything last night but still, be careful. I love you.”, he whispers the last part, but you nod slowly.

“Love you too Peeta, don’t do anything stupid.”, you tell him and Peeta laughs at your words, his eyes slightly glassy.

“No promises.”, he says sounding a bit mysterious, but you let it slide. He hugs you but ends it far too quick, as a voice announces that all tributes need to leave.

“See you later?”, you ask him.

“See you later!”, he answers, and you nod one last time before leaving towards the hovercraft, Gale next to you. Your necklace under your shirt holding a picture of Peeta close to your heart as you step onto that hovercraft.

You don’t know what to expect as you step onto the platform but as the hours and days follow in the arena, you expect to die at any moment. Gale saves you far too many times you can count and for a moment you truly believe that it is the end until a hovercraft destroys the entire arena. 

“It’s okay your safe.”, a voice whispers to you as you get on the hovercraft, feeling a needle in your arm.

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[shanair]

Rick and Morty X F!Reader | S1E6

Episode Name- Rick Potion #9

Word Count- 4,398

Morty and I stand around at our lockers at school, I scroll on my phone as he gets his stuff. Principal… Vagina speaks overhead on the intercom. Man, our school is a joke.

“Principal Vagina here, don't let the name fool you, I'm very much in charge, reminding you that tonight is our annual flu season dance. I don't know how many times I have to say this but if you have the flu, stay home, the flu season dance is about awareness, not celebration. You don't bring dead babies to Passover.”

I find myself snickering at what probably wasn’t meant to be a joke. I look up at the sound of Morty slamming his locker shut to look over at Jessica, whom her friends had just approached. He doesn’t look in my direction, but I know what he’s going to do- god that idiot needs to stop trying to get with her, it’s so sad to watch.

“Ohhh. Okay, here we go.” I hear him psych himself up, I should stop him. Butttt, sad or not it’s entertaining. He walks over to her nervously. “H-Hey, Jessica, uhh-”

“What's up, Morty?” She greeted before sneezing. Morty stutters again but Brad doesn’t give him the chance to respond. He swings Jessica behind him with his arm, I scoff audibly.

“What are you doing?” He butts in, already up in Morty’s face. I push myself off the locker to stand near Morty.

“Ummm…” Morty stammered.

“Wait, wait. Were you about to talk... to her?” Brad points to Jessica.

“Well, I mean, I was thinking about it.”

“Dude-” Brad taps Morty’s chest, “stay in your league! Look at how hot she is! You don't see me going to a bigger school in a wealthier district and hittin' on their prettiest girl!” Jessica sighs and lets Brad lead her away, I hear her sarcastically mutter.

“Gee, thanks, Brad.”

“I throw balls far. You want good words, date a languager.” Brad yaps as he walks off with Jessica. At least she seemed, happier talking to Morty? I guess? I wrap my arm around Morty, grinning at him.

“Oh don’t worry about it too much, Morty. She’ll dump him soon enough after she’s done with his bullshit.”

“W-well that’s easy for you to say. I don’t want her later, I want her now- so I can go to the dance with her!” He sighs. He does make a good point, I shrug at him.

“Be realistic! There is no way you can make her like you right now. Can we go now?”

“Fine, fine.” He swats my arm off as we go to class.

. . .

I follow Rick into the kitchen as he gets something to drink, Dad stands behind the counter making a complex sandwich while Morty sits solemnly in front of him, with a plate of cookies. 

“...I remember feeling that way about a young lady named your mom, and that's not an urban dis, your mom was my Jessica. I remember the first time I saw her, I thought…”

“--I should get her pregnant, then she'll have to marry me” Rick interjects as he grabs a glass and opens the fridge, I walk over to Morty and steal a cookie. He’s too sad to care, score!

“I beg your pardon, Rick, inappropriate.” Dad warned as he pointed to Morty and I.

“Sorry, please proceed with your story about banging my daughter in high school,” Rick rolled his eyes, “I'm not sure you want to take romantic advice from this guy, Morty, his marriage is hanging from a thread.”

“My marriage is fine, thank you.” Dad replied defensively, turning around fully to Rick as he walked up.

“Jerry, it's your house, whatever you say it is is how it is, but I think a blind man could see that Beth is looking for the door. I barely have a reason to care and even I noticed.”

“Rick that’s harsh,” I add, Morty tacks on.

“Come on, Rick, don't talk about our parents like that.”

“Listen, Morty, I hate to break it to you, but what people call "love" is a chemical reaction that compels animals to breed. It hits hard, Morty, then it slowly fades, leaving you stranded in a failing marriage. I did it, your parents are gonna do it. Break the cycle, Morty. Rise above. Focus on science. At least your sister isn’t pinning over a rando anymore.” Rick monologued before leaving the room with his juice. As much as I like to be the better sibling I am still pinning, but at least not to Morty’s level. Don’t know if I should be disappointed or proud of his tenacity. The silence drags out as Dad walks over to us.

“Alright, well, I'm gonna go get dressed for the dance.” Morty said awkwardly before leaving his seat. Dad looks at me awkwardly.

“Yeah, I'm just going to...check on your mom.” He walks off too, both of them leaving me alone in the kitchen. 

“And they both left perfectly good food.” I comment at the discarded cookies and sandwich, I ponder skipping the dance and just sitting here but Morty shouldn’t suffer alone.. I guess. I finish up the cookies while I wait for Morty to finish getting ready. 

Once he’s out of our room I take the chance to get ready myself. I sit on my side of the room, taking my time to get dressed. I don’t care about this dance but I might as well look nice. Besides, maybe Olivia will be there. I’m not a big dress person but I put on an old one that Summer had, I could almost hear her when she gave it to me. ‘What and you’re so skinny then? Fine! You have it then, I don’t care!’, and then she ran out of the room crying. It wasn’t my fault, she asked how it looked on her and I said snug- oh. Yeah, I see why, oops. My dilemma ends when I realize I had zoned out thinking about that memory and now I’m ready. 

I walk to Rick’s garage, knowing that’s where Morty probably was, and I was right. My face dropped as I saw Morty as he was starting to zip his fly down, Rick was leaned over a machine near him with his back towards me. Morty gives me a dumbfounded face, I scrunch mine up in aversion.

“Am I interrupting, or???” I ask cautiously, Morty pulls it back up.

“Rick needed DNA.” He shrugs and Rick shakes his head before turning back to Morty.

“A hair, Morty, I needed one of your hairs! This isn't Game Of Thrones.” He plucks a hair from Morty. Morty shrieked quietly as Rick plucked a strand off his head. He shoves the hairpiece into the machine which deposits an orangey substance into a flask.

“What is this for exactly?” I question while walking to take a better look.

“Your brother wanted to make a love potion, so I used the oxytocin from voles combined with his DNA to concoct this.” Rick picks up the flask, handing it to Morty. “Alright, Morty, whoever you smear this stuff on will fall in love with you, and only you, forever. Ya happy now, Morty?” He walks away to sit back on his desk.

“Heck yeah! Thank you, Grandpa Rick!” Morty cheered as he took the potion happily. “Hey there's no dangers or anything or side effects, right?”

“Www.. what am I, a hack?! Go nuts, Morty, it's full proof.”

“Are you sure, Rick? Positive that nothing will go wrong? No small tiny details?” I push. Knowing Rick there has got to be something iffy about this. You can’t just mess around with love that delicately. Morty tugs on my arm as Rick turns back over.

“W-what are you going to doubt Rick’s invention? Let’s go! Jessica is waiting for me!” Morty frowned as he pulled me out of the room. Oh boy.

. . .

“This isn’t a good idea Morty!” I insist as we walk around the dance looking for Jessica.

“Shh! You’re just jealous… Oh! There she is!” Morty smiled. He pulled the potion out and smeared it on his hands. I sigh and accept he’s going to do this. I instead glance around the gym. It was decently packed, who knew a dance about flu prevention would have no physical aspects to enforce flu prevention? Eh, our school is a shithole anyway. Oh no, our school is a shithole. I can already feel myself worrying about catching the flu again, sure I have the shot, but these kids probably have an advanced strain that’ll mutilate my immune system. I wonder how many people have already spread it around. 

“Hey there, Jessica” Morty reaches Jessica, pretending to trip as he smears the potion on her exposed arm. “Whoops!”

She turns around, I can see the change in her demeanor as she grabs him close to her.

“Omigod, Morty. You look really nice tonight.”

“O-Wow, thanks!”

“I love you, Morty. I love you so much it burns!” I cringe as she starts caressing his face.

“Oh, man. I love you too, Jessica!” Morty smiled like an idiot up at her while Brad shoved in between the two.

“Is this punk bothering you, Jessica?!”

“Leave him alone, jerk!” Jessica hissed as she lost her shit. She gets up in Brad’s face aggressively. “I'm in love with him! He's more man than you will ever be!” She sneezes into his face. Yeah, sure she’s trying to defend Morty, but she could have at least covered when sneezing.

Brad’s face contorts a little before merging into remorse, surprisingly. He sighs.

“Aw man, Morty, ugh, I'm really sorry.”

“Oh, well, no problem Brad.” Morty replied, equally confused as I am. I see him glance over at me and I shrug in return.

“There's somethin' special bout you, somethin' special.” Brad hugs Morty before squeezing his ass. Something’s not right here.

“Whoa, take it easy!” Morty shouted as he pushed Brad off. Jessica grabs Morty’s left arm, narrowing her eyes at Brad.

“Get your hands off of him!” She screeched.

“Back off I'm trying to be with my man!” Brad shouted back before Principal Vagina and Mr. Goldenfold pull him off.

“That's enough Bradley. We don't want you injuring your ball-throwing arm.” Principal Vagina said as they dragged Brad off.

“Never leave me, Morty, never.” Jessica pulls Morty with her and I grab him. I see her glare daggers at me.

“Morty, you need to end this now. I have a bad feeling.” I whisper to him in a hushed voice. I overhear Brad's calling out for Morty as he’s brought out of the gym. “See?” Morty gives me a nervous look before Jessica intervenes.

“You have a problem, bitch?!” She gets in my face, pushing Morty behind him. “You want him too?! You can’t have him! You can never have him– or take him away from me.”

“Jesus Christ Jessica no I do not want to… take Morty away from you, I just want to talk to him.” 

“LIAR!” She shouted before grappling me.

“Jessica stop it!” I hear Morty protest, and other students look at us strangely. I throw Jessica to the ground but she immediately stands up, running at me like a madman. Okay why is it always Morty getting us into these situations, I can’t even go a week peacefully. But I’m his sister, so today cannot be the day where I start ditching him. So of course, I square up.

. . .

Jessica ends up shoving me into the crowd, and one of her friends catches me. She fucking growls at me before turning back to Morty. She pushes herself up against him. 

“Do it, Morty. Do it. Rip my clothes off and mate with me for life!”

“Jessica, get a hold of yourself!” The friend cried out before dropping me and rushing up to Morty to hold him as well. “You don’t deserve to carry Morty’s genes.” Simultaneously, everyone surrounding the fight gets the same possessive look in their eyes. I’m pushed back as even the DJ starts to sing about Morty.

“I love Morty and I hope Morty loves me I'd like to wrap my arms around him and feel him inside me”

“Oh, crap. Morty!” I shout over the crowd as they all crowd and fight each other for Morty. I get trampled partially as I push against the rushing crowd into the opening. The exit pushes open behind me and I look up to see Rick.

“(Y/N)!” Rick steadies me as he sees Morty sprinting towards us, the crowd scrambling behind him. “Morty, come on! We got to get you out of here. You're not gonna believe this because it usually never happens, but I made a mistake.” He shuts the door as we rush past, and the doors are immediately rammed into by the horny crowd. 

Another door bursts open as Principal Vagina runs behind us.

“Morty, are you okay?”

“I'm fine!” He shouts back.

“Oh, good. If anything ever happened to you, I would kill myself. I love you bad, mo-mo!”

“Ha! You got Mr. Vagina in love with you Morty! M-maybe I am jealous!” I grin through my labored breath. Jeez, this dress is not the running kind.

“Morty, the principal, and I have discussed it, a-a-and we're both insecure enough to agree to a three-way!” Another voice speaks out, I turn around and see Mr. Goldenfold. My eyebrows rise at the prospect but we make it outside. We rush into the ship, Morty trips but I turn him over into the seat. As I grip the handle to pull shut, the crowd pushes it in for me. The vehicle shakes as we settle in. 

“I didn't realize when I gave you that serum that Jessica had the flu you know, t-t-t-t-t-t-t-that might have been valuable information for me, Morty.” Rick groaned as he started the ship.

“What the hell is going on, Rick?!” Morty and I ask. Rick glared at our combined question.

“What does it look like? T-t-t-the serum is piggybacking on the virus. It's gone airborne.”

“Oh, crap. What are we gonna do, Rick?” Morty wailed.

“It's gonna be fine, Morty, relax. I whipped up an antidote. It's based on praying mantis DNA. You know, praying mantises are the exact opposite of voles, Morty. I mean, they-they mate once, and then they, you know, decapitate the partner. I mean, it's a whole ritual. It's really gruesome and totally opposite. There's no love at all. I-I-I basically mixed this with a more contagious flu virus. It should neutralize the whole thing, Morty. It'll all be over very shortly.” We fly over the crowd below after Rick pours his antidote into the ship as it expels a mist version over the crowd. “Uh, by the way, Morty, I know you didn't ask or anything, but I'm not interested in having sex with you. These serums, they don't work on anybody related to you genetically.”

“Uhm, obviously!” I retort. “I think we’ve picked up on that. Wait, considering Morty and I are twins, why aren’t they attracted to me?” 

“Y-you guys aren’t technically identical twins. You two share most of the same DNA initially, but when your chromosomes changed to XX instead of XY that’s a biggg difference.”

“Is it?”

“Ya, because I said so–”

“OH MY GOD!” Morty screeched, startling me as he stared in horror outside the window. I look out it also, everyone hit by the ‘antidote’ turned into an amalgamation of a praying mantis. Rick grimaced himself. 

“Okay, well, sometimes, science is more art than science, twins. A lot of people don't get that.”

. . .

We had parked the ship in a desert canyon. We stand and watch different broadcasts across the world looking for Morty so they can have sex with him before chopping his head off. He paces and freaks out.

“Oh, my god, Rick. The whole world is infected!”

“Yeah, it's pretty wild how fast that spread. I've really outdone myself.” Rick gloats, working on something else connected to the ship.

“Outdone yourself?! W-w a-are are you kidding me, Rick? This is not okay! Not only do they all want to have sex with me, but, you know, now they want to eat me afterwards!”

“Yeah, I don't know what I was thinking. Mantises are they opposite of voles? I mean, obviously, DNA's a little more complicated than that. You know what, though, Morty?” He pulls out another vial, this one filled with a purple liquid. “This right here's gonna do the trick, baby. It's koala mixed with rattlesnake, chimpanzee, cactus, shark, golden retriever, and just a smidge of dinosaur. Should add up to normal humanity.”

“I don't that doesn't make any sense, Rick. How does that add up to normal humanity?” 

“What, Morty, you want me to show you my math? I'm sorry a-are you the scientist or are you the kid that wanted to get laid?”

“It’s not his fault for being cautious, first you left out important information after we specifically asked for it, then you mess up fixing that mistake and start an apocalypse! Clearly, you don’t know what you’re doing!” I fuss, and Rick sighs obnoxiously.

“Okay, fine, whatever. Since you’re the smartass, you can make a serum to end this.” I stay quiet because I in fact know nothing about what he’s doing. “Exactly, get in the car.” We pile back in before flying back into civilization. The town is already wrecked, fire and destruction everywhere. It’s scary how fast this happened. I’m starting to get nervous now, what if Rick really can’t fix this? He nudges my shoulder. “Take a good look down there, (Y/N), and soak it in, because, you know, once I pull this lever, it's all back to normal.”

“I hope so. Just do it already.”

“Well, technically, (Y/N), there's no rush. I mean, you know, o-once it's fixed, it's done. It's fixed. You know, we could we could just enjoy it for a little bit. I mean, l-l-l-look at how crazy it is. I mean, (Y/N), w-w-when's the next time you're gonna see something like this? I mean, soak it in, you know? It's it's pretty neat. It's pretty interesting.”

“Please shut up–”

“That's it, Rick! I'm pulling the lever.” Morty yells as he pulls the lever, releasing the new antidote. Everyone melts back to normal.

“W-what do we have here, twins? Looks like I was right and you were wrong, huh? I-I-I-I-I-I-I bet you feel pretty stupid right about now, huh? I-I-I bet you both feel like the world's smallest kids that you were doubting me about this whole thing.”

“Oh, Rick,”

“Something's not right.” I exhale as everyone outside starts to crumble down to the ground. Their bodies convulse unnaturally.

“Yeah, you. You're not right ever.”

“No, no! Look, you idiot!” I force Rick to look outside. Everyone screamed as they turned into these fleshy bug-looking creatures. Many with extra appendages, eyes, and some even wings. 

Morty and I watch in horror as Rick once again screws up everything. Albeit this idea was Morty’s, Rick could have stopped this if he had just warned us in the beginning.

“Bet you're loving this. This must be the best day of your life. You get to be the mayor of I told you town. You're welcome.” Rick babbled drunkenly as he drank more from his flask. 

Holy shit. This is irreversible, isn’t it? The world is in ruins because of Morty’s stupid hormones. Everything is different now, it’s unfixable. What’s happening with our family right now? What if they got ripped apart by those… things? The sun rises on the broken world as we settle down on a rooftop. We walk out to sit on the ledge.

“Boy, I really cronenberged the world up, didn't I? We got a whole planet of cronenbergs walking around down there. Hey, Morty. A-at least they're not in love with you anymore, though. That's a huge step in the right direction.

“Oh, my god! It's a living nightmare! How could you be so irresponsible, Rick?” Morty cried.

“Me irresponsible?! You- all I wanted you to do was hand me a screwdriver, Morty! You're the one who wanted to be wanted me to buckle down and make you up a... roofie-juice serum so you could roofie that poor girl at your school. I mean, g w-w-w-w-w w are you kidding me, Morty? You're gonna try to take the high road on this one? Y-y-y-y-you're a little creep, Morty. Y-you're a you're you're you're just a little creepy... creep person.” Rick lectured as he stood up. Fine, Morty was a creep, is a creep. But Rick is still the ass here.

“All right, fine. I should have just listened to you when you refused to make the serum. I'm willing to accept my part of the blame for this, Rick. But I'll tell you something you know what? You got to accept your part of the blame! I'm not the one who fooled up the serum! I'm not the one who-who-who-who haphazardly, you know, mixed a bunch of nonsense together and created a bunch of cronenbergs! You got to fix this, Rick!” Morty yells defensively as he stands up as well.

“Yeah, Rick! Fix this! There are millions– no billions of lives that are now destroyed because of your crappy serum! Okay? This one is on, you!” I stand up as well, crossing my arms. I now realize how messed up my dress is but in a less torn fashion than Morty’s. I cannot believe I’m saying this but, I miss Summer. Rick steps closer to us, trying to reconcile.

“All right, all right, Morty. You know, w-w-w-we are in a pretty deep hole, here, but I do have one emergency solution that I can use that'll kind of put everything back to normal, relatively speaking. Here, Morty, put this on while I do a little bit of scouting.” Rick tosses Morty this metal backpack with a green panel, before putting on goggles. This better be a good plan.

. . .

IT WAS NOT A GOOD PLAN!!! Morty and I freak as we walk through a portal into a different dimension. Three identical bodies to our own lay mangled on the ground, blood everywhere.

“Oh, my god, Rick!” I cover my mouth in shock and fear as the metallic smell rushes into my face.

“Is that us?! W-w-w-we're dead! What is going on, Rick? I'm freaking out!” Morty cried hysterically.

“Calm down, you two!” Rick shouted but we tuned him out.

“Oh my god, oh my god. I can’t do this– I cannot, do this.” I pace around while Morty makes more noises of disgust combined with fear.

“I can't deal with this, Rick!” Morty shook his head as Rick grasped him.

“Calm down, Morty!” Rick shook him as I grabbed a trash can and promptly vomited into it. My eyes are pricked with tears at the brutality and the sickly feeling in my stomach.

“This can't be real!”

“You got to calm down, Morty.” Rick reiterates as I retch more, standing up I move over to the two.

“Rick! W-w-w-we-we’re ripped apart!” I stammer, he reaches over and grabs my head before knocking it into Morty’s. The shock shuts us up as he makes us focus on him.

“Shut up and listen to me! It's fine. Everything is fine. There's an infinite number of realities, and in a few dozen of those, I got lucky and turned everything back to normal. I just had to find one of those realities in which we also happen to all die around this time. Now we can just slip into the place of our dead selves in this reality and everything will be fine. We're not skipping a beat, twins. Now, help me with these bodies.”

“This is insane.” Morty muttered as he crouched down near ourselves. Rick hauls up his own body.

“Look, guys, I'll grab myself, you grab yourselves, okay? I mean, t-t-t-that seems fair to me I mean, that seems like a fair way to divvy it up.”

“Rick, what about the reality we left behind?” I sniffed as I walked over to my body. Her eyes were still open and bulged out like they were looking straight at me. Rick’s voice droned in my head as he spoke.

“What about the reality where Hitler cured cancer, (Y/N)? The answer is don't think about it. It's not like we can do this every week, anyways. We get three or four more of these, tops. Now, pick up your dead self and come on. Haste makes waste. I-I-I don't suppose you've considered this detail, but obviously, if I hadn't screwed up as much as I did, we'd be these guys right now, so, again, you're welcome.”

I suppressed my feelings as Morty and I followed Rick’s orders. We picked up our bodies, dragging them to the backyard. With every step, I felt not like myself, as if I was pushing my consciousness away. It was like I was a bystander, watching myself as I pulled another version of myself. As I dig the grave and push my body into it. I’m thinking of the God complex we must have as people. What of everyone in this universe? They’re the exact same, but they aren’t. Mom, Dad, Summer. They’re the same people, but not our people. We left our family in the universe we ruined. No goodbyes, or even anything to show that we’re okay– to see that they’re okay. The fact that we can do something like this… it’s abhorred. We’re going to live with this family that lost us, what gives us the right to replace them? Walking into the untouched home, I can tell Morty shares the same daze that I’m in. Our parents argue and shout at each other, but the only thing I hear is the ringing in my ears. The only thing I can truly see is my body staring up at me. Rick sits on the couch, unbothered next to a different Summer. Sitting next to her is strange. Everything’s okay now, we left that universe behind, and now, we can carry on with ourselves. Rick must be right, this is the best outcome we could get in our situation, right?

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Different Kind of Passenger–Kurt Kunkle

Wattpad request by PurplryToast

Kurt's POV

I reached forward and fixed the camera. I eagerly drummed my fingers on the steering wheel as I waited for my first victim of the night.

"Are you Kurt?" A woman around my age asked.

"That's me," I said sweetly.

"Great," she sighed as she got in. "Get me the hell out of here."

"Okay," I said slowly.

I cleared my throat before looking over my shoulder at the girl. She was extremely pretty but her eyes were a little red and puffy. Something about the look on her face made me reach over and turn off the camera.

"Everything okay?" I asked.

"I'm fine," she said. I looked in the rearview mirror to see the girl wiping her cheek.

"Are you sure?"

"You don't want to hear this," she sighed.

"I'm an Uber driver," I chuckled. "A vehicular bartender. Try me."

"It turns out," she sighed, "my boyfriend is cheating on me."

Her breath got caught in her throat before she added, "With my best friend."

"That asshole," I scoffed. "Want me to kill him?"

"What?" She asked with a small awkward chuckle.

"I'm kidding," I said quickly.

"Oh," she said, her voice soft. She cleared her throat as she looked out the window. "All he could say was that he was sorry and it was a mistake. How can it be a mistake? They've been sleeping together for a month. It's not a mistake. It's a schedule."

"He's an ass," I grumbled. "And your best friend is no better. You deserve better."

"Thanks, Kurt," she smiled.

The feeling I got when the girl smiled and said my name was the same feeling I got when one of my videos went viral.

"So," she sighed, sounding dreamy. "Tell me about yourself, Kurt. What made you want to be an Uber driver? Are you working your way through school?"

"I am," I instantly lied.

"That's smart," she complimented me. "I'm guessing class during the day and driving people at night?"

"Yep." I looked up at her reflection in the rearview mirror, feeling weird. "What about you? Are you in school?"

"Yeah," she sighed.

"That sounds like an excited sigh," I teased.

"Super excited," she said sarcastically. "I'm in law school right now and it's kicking my ass."

"I bet you'll be a great lawyer," I blurted out.

"Thanks, Kurt."

"And then you can sue that boyfriend of yours," I added making her laugh.

"Ex-boyfriend," she corrected between laughs. "Or maybe I can just have my new boyfriend beat the crap out of him and I can represent him."

"That works too."

Usually by now, I would be taking my passenger the wrong way. For some reason, I continued driving this girl where she wanted. Out of all the people who have gotten into my backseat, what was stopping me from hurting this girl?

"I never know how much you're supposed to talk to your Uber driver," the girl laughed. "Am I talking too much? That was one of my ex's complaints about me."

"Seriously?" I scoffed. "He cheated on you with your best friend because you talk a lot? That's bullshit."

"Actually," she cleared her throat, "I've been working insane hours. Law school constantly keeps me busy and then I work at the school's library until closing. I haven't been around much. And we haven't. . . Well, we haven't. . . you know in a while."

"So?" I couldn't help but scoff. "Doesn't give him an excuse to mess around with your best friend."

"Well, I'm glad not all guys are cheating bastards," she said sweetly.

I felt a little disappointed when I realized we were in front of her destination.

"Here we are," I said, trying to hide my disappointment.

"Thanks, Kurt," she smiled. She was about to get out but stopped.

"And not just for driving me home," she clarified. "Thanks for listening, Kurt. You're a great guy."

I opened my mouth to thank her but she got out of my car. I couldn't help but watch her jog up the steps into her apartment building.

I didn't know who that girl was. What I did know was that I had to see her again.

Part 2

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