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Chapter 10: even my daddy just loves him

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pairing: colin bridgerton x enemy!fem!reader WC: 3.5k words

Warnings: period-typical gender roles, small part of the dialogue in French, period- and class-typical views about the economy, idiots in love being idiots in love, heavy on the idiots, heavy on the in love

Summary: It took precisely two days in England for you to utterly despise Colin Bridgerton. It took him approximately twelve hours after that to hate you right back. But he doesn't care that you're the only person in the ton who doesn't like him. You're set to marry someone else anyway, right?

A/N: the first TTPD chapter title :,) also no interaction between reader and colin in this one IM SORRY it'll come soon i promise

June 23, 1816 – In the wake of yesterday's lackluster ball, one can't help but lament the dreary fashion choices on display, particularly the Featheringtons' blinding ensembles in shades of yellow. Sadly, the absence of Lady Y/N Montclair was acutely felt, as her impeccable gowns and Parisian flair were sorely missed. However, tonight at the Ashbury ball proves a wonderful opportunity for her to dazzle us with her sense of style.

“Well, don't you look gorgeous tonight,” gushed Eloise upon seeing you, kissing your cheeks in greeting.

Your heart soared, delighted that your best friend had taken to your French customs so easily.

“I didn’t particularly have a choice after Whistledown’s column today,” you joked, smoothing out your skirts.

Of course, it was flattering to have the ton’s most trusted source speak about you in such a positive manner, but at times it did build a fair amount of undue pressure. Though you supposed you preferred feeling pressure to dress well over pressure to marry someone as you had with Lord Barlow.

“Either way, you look stunning. I’ve caught more than a few gentlemen staring at you already. You’d think they would have been able to pick up their jaws off the floor by now,” Eloise teased, linking arms with you, and leading you toward the far end of the ballroom.

You politely covered your laugh with your hand, shaking your head as you assessed who was present at the ball today. More accurately, you were assessing whether Colin Bridgerton was present.

It had been two weeks since you’d even seen him, and you were exerting more mental energy than you cared to admit pretending that you were unbothered. You supposed you couldn’t blame him. You were the one who had asked him not to speak with you anymore, and he’d listened to you better than you could have hoped.

Secretly, you’d been hoping he would still have shown up and tried to talk to you. It was an absurd desire, you knew, but you couldn’t help it. Apart from balls like these where all you did was speak with Eloise, you had to admit that arguing with Colin was the most fun you’d had in England, and perhaps everywhere else, too.

You hated him, you reminded yourself. And he hated you, too. Worse, actually. He had no respect for you. Or any woman in general. Which only brought you back to the shameful burning at the top of your ears every time you searched for him in a crowd.

But you were only human. And there were times when you couldn’t help but give in to your self-sabotaging. “Is the rest of your family in attendance tonight?” you asked Eloise, trying to seem casual and uninterested.

“Anthony and Kate are,” she responded brightly. “Benedict was able to weasel his way out of this one, I’m afraid. But it’s all for the better. He was being quite irritating at dinner last night.”

You turned to her, eyebrows raised. “I assumed you’d stay home if Benedict stayed home, too. I thought you hated these things.”

“Oh, not at all! Now that you aren’t being swarmed by suitors at every moment and I have you somewhat to myself, the balls are far more enjoyable.”

Shaking your head at her fondly, you laughed in disbelief. She was truly the only reason you hadn’t gone completely mad these past two weeks.

Lady Whistledown, whoever she was, had proven to be quite perceptive. As she had reported, you effectively had laid your parents’ dreams of marrying you off to an Englishman to rest. You’d only told Pen and Eloise about your disillusionment, but you supposed it was rather obvious to everyone else given that you barely danced with anyone anymore.

You looked through the crowd once again searching for the face you knew would not be there, and you felt your gut twist, but you couldn’t quite tell if it was in relief or disappointment.

“And what about Colin?” you asked, internally cringing at not being able to help yourself. “Has he left the country again?”

Eloise looked at you carefully, noting your barely hidden grimace and shifting eyes. She would’ve laughed at how obviously painful the question was for you if she didn’t completely understand what was happening. Eloise still had no idea why you hated Colin in the first place, but she could tell that it was tearing you up inside anyway.

“No, he’s still at home, believe it or not. He just doesn’t particularly enjoy these kinds of events anymore, I suppose. It must be the ambitious mamas wanting to auction him off to their daughters,” Eloise finally responded, trying to keep her tone light.

Although that wasn’t the whole truth, Eloise couldn’t just come out and tell you that her brother was completely in love with you and that you had broken his heart enough that he had no desire to come to ton events anymore. It would have been unusually cruel for her to do so.

Besides, she could tell you had been feeling the same way. The only difference was that your parents were not as forgiving as Violet Bridgerton, and you had to come to most balls whether you wanted to or not.

“Oh, that’s a shame, I guess,” you said, not particularly knowing how to respond. In a pathetic attempt to make it seem like you truly were unbothered, you added, “It’s rather nice when he isn’t here, though, isn’t it?”

Eloise stared at you suspiciously. Though she always thought it easier to stay away from your conflict with Colin, the curiosity was killing her. And she could only go so long before she went insane trying to figure it out.

“Why do the two of you hate each other so much, anyway?” she asked, hoping her disinterested tone would make you more likely to open up.

No one seemed to know why you hated Colin. You weren’t particularly forthcoming with the information, but Eloise could sense that it wasn’t something trivial. Having grown to know you fairly well over your time in England, Eloise was still perplexed by this specific detail.

Next to Eloise, you were tactfully avoiding eye contact and staring intently at the floor in front of you. You couldn’t tell her. You simply couldn’t. It wasn’t that you were worried about your reputation. You knew Eloise well enough to know that she wouldn’t spread rumors that would sully your image.

But if you told her the truth, she’d be heartbroken. If someone were to tell you that they hated one of your brothers for the same reason you hated Colin, you would crumble. You were incredibly close with them, and knowing that they thought of women that way would crush you. And you couldn’t bring yourself to do the same to Eloise.

Luckily, some man you’d never spoken to before asked you for a dance right at that moment. He had barely finished speaking before you placed your hand on his elbow and rushed him to the ballroom. Dancing with someone was far easier than having to figure out what you were going to say to Eloise.

Eloise stared silently as you were whisked away to dance. She let out a small laugh in disbelief, amazed that her question had been what finally propelled you to start dancing at balls again.

But her work tonight was not done. Shaking her head, Eloise looked around the ballroom, looking for your brother. Unsurprisingly, he was by the refreshments.

“Hello, Louis,” greeted the Bridgerton. “I believe you might have some information that would be of interest to me.”

“I do?” asked Louis, confused.

Eloise nodded over to where you were dancing and smiling politely and turned back to your brother with an expectant look.

“Oh,” said Louis, catching onto what your friend was saying. “I don’t, unfortunately.”

“Are you serious?” she responded, exasperated. “She would rather dance with that…man than tell me why she hates Colin!”

Louis shot her a sympathetic look. “She won’t tell me either. But she’s never been this upset over someone, so I wager it must have been something serious.”

“Colin doesn’t even know! And he only hates her because she hated him first! It’s terribly unreasonable.”

Having overheard the conversation about you and Colin from a few paces away, Carlos quickly joined Eloise and Louis with a knowing smile. He considered himself to be somewhat of an expert when it came to matters of the heart, having found a true love match after falling completely head over heels for your sister.

“Yes, but Colin is completely in love with Y/N,” he said. “So, I suppose he doesn’t hate her that much.”

“We know,” responded Eloise dejectedly. “That’s why I need to know why she hates him.”

“Excuse me, we? We know?” scoffed Louis. “I most certainly did not know this. What do you mean Colin loves Y/N? I should think that I would know if someone was in love with my little sister.”

Eloise looked at him, unimpressed. “I fear you only have yourself to blame, then. Colin came to every single event on the social calendar until your sister told him to stop talking to her, and he hasn’t come to another one since. Why exactly did you think that was?”

“I don’t know! I suppose I thought… I don’t know what I thought! But it doesn’t matter. He does not love her, Eloise. I know because Y/N is the exact same with Colin as he is with her.”

This time Carlos looked at Louis in disbelief. “Yes, Louis. Precisely,” he spoke slowly, nodding to make sure your brother understood.

Louis furrowed his eyebrows, eyes widening as he came to grips with the realization. “What do you mean? Does this mean that…”

“Yes,” confirmed Carlos. “Y/N loves him too.”

“What? How did I miss this?”

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Colin was standing in Anthony’s study, arms crossed tightly over his chest as he glared at his eldest brother.

“I won’t go,” he said defiantly.

“You will, and you will be the perfect gentleman while you’re there.”

“Why do I even need to be there? It’s not like I know what I’m doing when I hunt, anyway,” Colin huffed, uncrossing his arms and fiddling with a quill on Anthony’s desk.

Watching his brother, Anthony sighed, exasperated. “Because it would be impossibly rude not to go. And the Bridgertons, especially Colin Bridgerton, if I recall correctly, are never impossibly rude.”

Colin groaned. “It’s one hunt without me! Please-”

“Y/N won’t be there if that’s what you’re worried about. She and Eloise went to the modiste and won’t be back until later.”

“But what if-”

“She won’t be there,” assured Anthony firmly. He had an inkling about why the Montclairs had suddenly invited the Bridgerton brothers on a hunting outing, and he was not about to let Colin ruin what were most likely some very well-laid-out plans.

Colin blinked and licked his lips, still considering whether being rude to your family was worth the risk of running into you. Resigned, he sighed and turned away from his brother.

“Very well. But this is the only time I’m doing it. I’m not particularly eager to have a run-in with the woman who wishes I didn’t even exist.”

Not seeing you for two weeks had proven to be an extraordinarily difficult challenge. But it was better than having to look at your face and know that he would never be in your good graces. You wanted nothing to do with him, and it was more than he could take.

Even though Colin had relatively successfully convinced himself that the only reason he was upset at your rejection was because he wanted to maintain his status as the best-liked member of the ton, he’d still barely been able to get out of bed since he’d last seen you. His heart ached too much when he thought of seeing you at any events. Yet it also ached when he thought of not seeing you. So he was confined to his chambers night after night, pacing as he thought of you laughing with someone else while he sat in agony at home.

“Oh, don’t be so dramatic. She can’t hate you that much,” said Anthony, rolling his eyes as he patted his brother on the back, leading him out of his study.

“You’d be surprised,” muttered Colin lowly.

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“Frères, il nous faut causer,” announced Louis upon entering the mudroom (Brothers, we need to talk).

Seeing Edward preparing for the afternoon’s upcoming hunt alongside Philippe and Jacques, Louis cleared his throat and tried again.

“Brothers, we must have a chat. And Edward too, I suppose.”

Philippe and Jacques looked up at their younger brother in surprise.

“A chat about what, pray tell,” asked Jacques, fiddling with his hunting boots as he placed them on his feet.

“It has come to my attention that our dearest sister Y/N might be in love with Colin Bridgerton. I thought it best to discuss the matter between us before we go out and hunt with him.”

Philippe shot his youngest brother an amused look. “Well, yes, Louis. That’s why we’re having this hunting trip.”

Louis’ face contorted into an expression that was a funny mixture of disbelief and annoyance. He most certainly did not like to be the only one out of his siblings who didn’t know something. “How does everyone know this except for me? Am I truly that clueless?”

Laughing, Jacques clapped his younger brother on the back. “I suppose it’s a certain sensibility that comes once you’re married, Louis. Don’t feel too badly about it.”

“A sensibility that comes from your wife telling you that the man is obviously in love with Y/N, is what you mean, Jacques,” Philippe quipped, looking even more amused.

“I would’ve been able to tell!” argued Jacques. “If Chiara hadn’t told me within five minutes, I could’ve figured it out. Probably. In a few days. Who cares! We still have an advantage over Louis because we’re married, and our wives are more attuned to those things than we are.”

“Carlos was the one who told me, actually,” commented Edward. “Charlotte would have been the one to do it, but she thought it was so obvious that it wasn’t worth mentioning. I doubt I would have been able to tell on my own, anyway.”

Louis laughed, not feeling so bad about how oblivious he was anymore. “I suppose you’re right. But I still want to be included in the scheming! How is our little hunting trip going to help Colin and Y/N come to their senses?”

Philippe sighed deeply, and Louis got the impression that he had aged about ten years in the making of this plan. “Y/N has been spectacularly miserable these past couple of weeks. That is certainly no secret. And as much as it is not in my nature to meddle in her affairs, I don’t take any joy in seeing her like this.”

Jacques nodded in agreement. “Especially after what Nigel Berbrooke said to her, we think it would be nice for her to get a love match. Something that has been made much easier by the fact that she is already in love, even if she doesn’t know it.”

Although it had been two weeks since you’d told the rest of your siblings what Mr. Berbooke had said, Louis still felt a surge of anger rise in him when he remembered his words. “He’s worse than Barlow, that one.”

“I was at Eton with Berbrooke, and I assure you it was torture,” agreed Edward, crinkling his nose as he recalled his younger years alongside Nigel.

Sending his brother-in-law a sympathetic look, Louis continued, “That still doesn’t solve the main problem. Even if Y/N does love Colin, she still absolutely hates him. Despises him, actually.”

“Actually, the main problem is that Father wants his daughters to marry a title and a fortune. No offense, Edward.”

But Edward, ever agreeable, waved Philippe’s apology away. “Not at all. It was an advantageous match for me, too. I’m just lucky we grew to love each other. But I do recall your father being quite insistent that she marry nobility.”

“Precisely,” agreed Jacques. “I’ll wager that Y/N will realize she loves Colin quicker than Father will come around to the idea of her marrying for love.”

Louis hummed thoughtfully. “But what if it goes wrong? What if Father hates Colin, and this hunting trip only makes it more difficult for him and Y/N?”

“Not a chance.”

“Absolutely not.”

“That won’t happen.”

Louis just stared at the three men in front of him, looking entirely unconvinced. “How can all three of you be so sure?”

“Because it’s Colin Bridgerton!” said Edward. “Everybody likes Colin. He’s the ton favorite.”

“Y/N doesn’t like him,” argued Louis, still unsure about how effective the plan would be.

“But she loves him, so that’s different,” said Philippe, smiling brightly. “Don’t worry, Louis. Father will surely like him and it’ll be a step in the right direction. Now, are you ready? I believe the Bridgertons should be arriving shortly.”

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All in all, Colin was having a lovely time this afternoon. As Anthony had assured, you were at the modiste when he arrived at your home, and he was barely there long enough to spend time looking for any trace of you. It was just as well because he feared what would have happened if he did find anything that reminded you of him.

Hunting, and specifically shooting, was not Colin’s greatest strength. As a result, he’d been mostly hanging toward the back of the group, chatting pleasantly with Edward, who didn’t seem to be very enthusiastic about hunting either.

That is until your father started talking about his travels. Truly, Colin’s biggest weakness was the opportunity to talk about his time abroad. That and you, he thought longingly.

Colin jogged to catch up to your father, Anthony, and Jacques so he could join the conversation.

“You and Chiara are settled in Tuscany, then?” asked your father.

Jacques laughed. “More than settled, I think. Hello, Colin! Lovely afternoon out, isn’t it?”

“Quite,” Colin agreed. “You would think it would make me a better shot, but I think this just proves I’m completely hopeless.”

Lord Montclair laughed, and Jacques felt an internal sense of pride as he saw their plan progressing.

“My sons tell me you’ve traveled a lot,” said your father, turning his gaze to the younger Bridgerton. “Have your travels taken you to the Persian Gulf, perchance? I am contemplating investing in pearl diving there.”

“Indeed, I have,” confirmed Colin. “However, if you seek pearls, might I suggest Ceylon instead? I visited last year and witnessed firsthand the expanding pearl industry.”

“Really?” said Lord Montclair, immediately immersed in the conversation. “But wouldn’t the Persian Gulf offer the most promising returns?”

“It certainly would right now, but trust me, Ceylon holds vast untapped potential.” Colin was in his element. This was practically all he did, and he was glad it was proving useful, and interesting, for once. “The industry there is on the precipice of greatness. In five years' time, mark my words, it shall surpass all others. I've even noted down a particular lagoon in my journals that I think will be particularly successful, based on what the locals have said.”

Impressed, Lord Montclair arched an eyebrow in interest. “You have my attention, Colin. Shall we meet next week to explore this further? A partnership between us could prove quite lucrative.”

Colin’s eyes widened, momentarily taken aback by your father’s offer. “Absolutely, my Lord. It would be my pleasure.”

“Please, call me Philippe,” he replied, clapping Colin on the back.

Turning to Jacques, your father spoke softly, “Je suppose qu'un titre n'est pas tout” (I suppose a title isn’t everything).

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White Knuckles and Red Hearts | Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

a cute little (I don't know what this work means, the fic is 3.9k words) oneshot for valentines day <3 IT STILL COUNTS BECAUSE ITS FEBRUARY

You had been paired together in Home Ec. You were making eclairs. Everyone else in your class sneered at him, hoping - praying - that they wouldn’t have to be in the same workspace as the freak of Hawkins High. Sure, you didn’t jump for joy when you met him in your designated kitchen space, but you gave him a warm smile and introduced yourself. From that moment on, your name rang through his mind like church bells. His hands shook when the two of you measured ingredients, but you quickly put him at ease with your effortless friendliness.

“So, eclairs huh… have you ever made them before?” You smiled over the metal bowl filled with various dry ingredients.

“Ahh, can’t say I’ve had the pleasure. Don’t find a lot of fancy baking in the trailer park. But I did spend about 10 minutes in a French class before I was kicked out so I do know that it’s french.” Eddie jousted back with a dry laugh.

“That’s where I knew you from! Your face looked so familiar to me!” You giggled. Eddie’s cheeks bloomed a glowing red. Your smile grew and you peeled your eyes away from him to form your choux.

“You know, in French eclair means flash.” You babbled. Eddie could see your cheeks were turning a darker pink than the rouge already donning your apples. Eddie wanted to listen to you talk forever. “They say it’s because the glaze on the top of them… or because people eat them so quickly, they’re gone in a flash!” You both looked up and locked eyes. You suddenly felt shy. Stupid under the glow of the big brown doe eyes peering down at you. How the hell did anyone think that this person in front of you was a freak, was dangerous, wasn’t worth friends?

“Sorry, I’m babbling now.” You turned away to begin whipping cream while Eddie had begun to boil water.

“No, no! Babble away! You have interesting stories.” Eddie praised.

The rest of the afternoon flew by as the two of you laughed, stole spoonfuls of chocolate, and filled your delicate pastries with sweet cream. The bell dismissing the students from their last period of the day startled the two of you out of your dream world. You handed Eddie the last bowl that needed to be put away and wiped your wet hands on your jeans.

“Well, thanks for being a great home ec partner, Eddie. If we get to pick our people next time, we should work together again.” You smiled and squeezed his shoulder as you breezed past him to grab your backpack. You flashed him another smile and waved at the door. Eddie felt his knees buckle. You were beautiful; Eddie had noticed you at the beginning of the semester, in awe of how simple and easy you made beauty look. You weren’t popular by any means, but as a member of the drama club, you had a great group of friends. Eddie couldn’t imagine why you would want anything to do with him.

DnD wasn’t the same; Eddie’s mind was not fully immersed in the world he had created. Usually charismatic and intense, he was tripping on words, forgetting important details he had set up last session. His mind was transfixed on you. God, he felt pathetic. You were the first girl that wasn’t in Hellfire or wasn’t trying to get free weed from him to be nice to you. Was that all this was? Was he that pathetic that he was going to fall in love with any girl who was nice to him? Surely not. You were different. Not every girl had glowing eyes like you did; nor did they have such a friendly smile, and the slightest dusting of freckles across their cheeks like yours. They didn’t genuinely laugh at his jokes or touched his arm like you did. You weren’t petty or rude or hung out with him as a joke or-

“Dude!” A squeaky voice rang out, interrupting his daydreams of your interactions. “I rolled a 16 does that hit or not?!” Dustin Henderson was not a patient person on a normal day, but now, the third time he had to snap Eddie out of whatever coma he was in, he was rapidly growing angrier by the second.

“Uh- yeah.. How many hit points does it take?” Eddie mumbled.

Within 25 minutes, the whole Hellfire party had surrendered to their DM, ending the session 40 minutes before their scheduled end. With a frustrated huff, the gaggle of high schoolers exited the stuffy prop room and into the dim hallways.

February rain was not uncommon in Hawkins. It had caught you off guard though. In typical midwest fashion, the morning had started out mild and sunny. Now, at 5:45 when you were attempting to flee the grip of Hawkins High and make the 10 minute walk to the comfort of your own home, you were met with sleet and rain. You paused at the thick glass doors keeping you warm and dry and let out a long sigh that clouded the vision in front of you. You shrugged your shoulders and pushed through the doors into the cold, wet parking lot. You were kept warm by the thought of seeing an outlandish metalhead in the morning. You had to admit, you had been scared by Eddie Munson. His hard shell deterred many people away, but when you were given the opportunity to get to know him today, you penetrated right through to his soft center. You had to stay after school to direct for the one act festival next month, but like Eddie, your mind was transfixed on your home ec partner. You replayed your conversations in your head as you headed to the main street that dissected the community of little houses and the high school field. You shivered into your jean jacket, cursing the fact that your fashion choices weren’t practical at all for a rainstorm in February. Your eyes stayed glued to the pavement in fear that your face would freeze solid if you looked against the wind. Your hair stuck to the sides of your cheeks. You moved your legs as fast as they would carry you.

Eddie jogged out to his van, now covered in frosted rain drops. The short jaunt already had made his hair heavy with moisture and left a shiver in his spine. His engine lazily sputtered to life and he tore out of the school’s parking lot. He couldn’t wait to get home to pick up his guitar and write you forbidden love songs you would never hear. His headlights pelted through the thick, icy rain. God it was miserable. As he rounded the corner of yet another sleepy avenue, he slowed his van and pulled to the side of the road. He rubbed his eyes in disbelief as he stared at your hunched over figure fighting through the storm (and very obviously losing). He pulled his rusted van over to the sidewalk just ahead of where you were trudging. You stopped and squinted towards the rusty Chevrolet Astro and the curly haired driver that was looking at you with his beautiful, yet worried, eyes. You could see Eddie’s tongue poke out of his mouth as he reached over to the passenger side of his van to unlatch the door.

“Hey, Y/N! Are you okay?” The boy had to yell to be heard over the pelting rain and the rattle of his exhaust pipe. “Do you need a lift?”

Your heartbeat quickened and your cheeks grew warm. You smiled at him sweetly. “It’s okay, Eddie. It's only a few more blocks to my house.”

“Are you sure? It’s terrible outside. I really don’t mind!” You paused in contemplation. Did you know Eddie well enough to get into his van? Most of your friends would say no, but you felt like you’d known him for a long time. You felt safe around him. So you shrugged your shoulders and hopped into his van with a small ‘thank you’ leaving your lips. A sudden wave of bashfulness hit you after you gave Eddie approximate direction to your house.

“I-I usually just walk, you know? It was so nice this morning, but…” you ended in a curt giggle, and you couldn’t help but shake your head in embarrassment. It made Eddie’s dimples sprout on each of his cheeks, like you had seen for the first time this afternoon.

“Well a pretty girl like you shouldn’t be walking at all! Let alone in weather like this!” Fuck. His lips moved before his brain could catch up and stop him. His eyes grew double in size and it was his turn for his cheeks to turn a bold red. “Sorry I didn’t mean- I mean-”

“It's okay Eddie.” You turned your head away from him to stifle your grin. “I appreciate the ride”

It felt like no time before Eddie pulled up to your house.

“Thank you again, so much for the ride. That was so sweet of you.” That damned shoulder touch again. The warmth from the hand around his jean jacketed shoulder sent molten lava straight to his heart.

“Hey,” he choked. He ravaged his cluttered console for an old napkin and a sharpie. He hastily scribbled his digits on the napkin and shoved it towards you, eyes glued to his knees.

“Here, take this, just in case you get caught in this shit weather again.” He didn’t feel your fingers take the paper. He peered up at you, cheeks bright red and brown eyes bright with rejection already. “You know, I just-I don’t mind driving you, you know? It’s strictly just-” He was interrupted by your soft hand around his wrist.

“Eddie” you cooed as you took the wrinkled paper from his hand. “You are the sweetest. Of course I’ll take it. I really appreciate it.” Your eyes locked with him and you felt electricity surge from him to you. You released your grip with a blush and backed away from his van.

“Maybe I can call you about some home ec homework too?” Eddie thought his chest was going to burst out of his chest.

“Y-yeah, doll. That would be great.”

He watched to make sure you got into your house, and left only when you flashed him a smile and wave from your door. He drove home smitten, still smelling your perfume, feeling your warmth from the empty seat beside him. Blissful giggles escaped his lips.

The shrill ring of the telephone startled Eddie out of his daze and brushed through the cloud in his room to the hallway. He picked up the phone and answered with a lazy ‘hey’. His throat closed when he heard your voice peep on the other end of the line. \

“Hey, Eddie. I-is this a bad time?” Yes. Eddie thought. He was just starting to feel his buzz, now he felt like he was going to have a heart attack.

“No! No not at all! What’s up, Y/N?” His baritone voice went straight to the butterflies in your stomach. You took a deep breath to ground yourself. You could hardly believe what he was doing to you. Yesterday, Eddie was a stranger to you, someone that was interesting to look at, but you hadn’t dared interact with him - he was too cool for you.

“I-I’m so sorry to ask this… but I think I left my history textbook in your van from this afternoon. I am so sorry but is there any way I can come pick it up or you could-”

“Oh! Yeah I will bring it to you, no problem!” Eddie choked. Your stomach sank in excitement.

“Oh, great, thank you so much!”

“I’ll be there in 10” Eddie hung up the phone before you could let out another apologetic thank you. You bit at your nails in selfish excitement.

Eddie raced through the darkening streets of Hawkins. He remembered where you lived like the back of his hand: past the school three blocks, to the left, then take a right and you were almost at the end of the street. Luckily the storm His headlights pulled up to the sidewalk in front of your house, like he did earlier that afternoon. To his surprise, he saw the upstairs window on the second floor illuminated with your excited figure. You sheepishly slid the window open and crawled through it and shimmied down the ivied siding. You trotted up to Eddie’s unrolled passenger window.

“Hey, Eddie. Thank you so much!”

“No problem. Front door broken?” Eddie chuckled.

“Nah, strict parents make for sneaky kids.” You wagged your eyebrows at him. You boldly opened his passenger door and snaked into the seat. Eddie’s cheeks grew warm with yours as your bodies were now closer (but not as close as you both craved). He sheepishly handed you your textbook, which you pulled to your chest.

“Thanks, Eddie.” you peeped. A sudden burst of courage hit you, and although your hands felt numb, you took a breath and let the words escape your mouth. “I need to tell you, I don’t think that you’re crazy and weird like people say.” You dared to look into his soft, dark eyes. “I think you’re really sweet, and funny. And it really sucks that Hawkins is too small minded to see how great you are.” You leaned over and gave him a sweet peck on the cheek before hopping out of the passenger seat. Eddie wanted to pull you back to him, to grab your face and press his lips to yours; but he was frozen in shock. He would have never imagined you ever wanting to talk to him again, let alone thinking he was a good guy AND pressing your perfect pout to his cheek?

“Thank you again, Eddie, for driving all the way over here. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

He mustered up the strength to break out of his daze. “Yeah, doll. I’ll see you then”

With silent smiles, Eddie watched you retreat back up the siding of your house back through your window, pausing to look back at him.

Eddie drove home with a smile plastered to his face.

The second week of February was filled with stolen glances in the busy hallways of Hawkins High. Your home economics classes flew by, papers being graffitied with notes and doodles passed between the two of you. Your dreams were filled with Eddie. Every second or third comment to your regular grouping of lunch buddies was something that the metalhead said or did or comments that reminded you of him; But you didn’t dare disturb him and his gaggle of Hellfire-clad freshmen; just like he knew he would warrant a death wish by coming to speak to you and your friends. So, you kept your little slice of heaven to blushing smiles, secret notes, and your home ec class.

When the two of you both found yourselves at school late (which both of you were finding more excuses, Eddie would offer to drive you home. You would sheepishly follow him through the parking lot and take (what Eddie will now permanently hope is) your spot in his rusty van. You were scared to admit it to Eddie, but it was easy for your own revelation: Eddie was very quickly becoming your comfort person.

February 14th was usually a day that reaffirmed that Eddie was destined for a life of loneliness in Hawkins, Indiana. Until, he pried open his overfull locker and was greeted with a small green note with his name neatly printed on it.

“Eddie. Thank you for being such a great person to be around. I hope you have a great day - just like the rest. You deserve them.”

Under the message, your name sat with a small heart scribbled next to it. Eddie’s cheeks burnt a furious red. His big brown eyes scanned the hallway desperately, hoping to spot your bouncy curls, or hear your infectious laugh; but to no avail. He trudged through the halls. He strode up to Chrissy Cunningham and her gaggle of cheerleaders - your normal crowd.

“Hey Chrissy.”

“Oh- uh, Eddie?” The metalhead could tell that he had caught the girl off guard.

“Sorry, don’t mean to bother you in your natural habitat” the girls shifted uneasily. “But do you know where Y/N is? I need to talk to her… about home ec homework.” He wavered over his lie, and Chrissy caught the note grasped tightly in his hand.

“I haven’t seen her yet today.” The girl gave a polite but curt answer. The group dissipated, but Chrissy offered a light touch on his shoulder. “When I see her, I’ll let her know you need to talk to her.” With her words ringing in his ear, and the shrill warning of the morning bell, Eddie was alone in the hallway with his lovestruck mind. He decided to do what he did every time he was in crisis: go to the bleachers and make himself forget about all the shit that was worrying him. He spent the morning outside, but by the end of the day Eddie had spent his time either thinking about you, or tracing every inch of the school looking for you.

You had stayed home, school feeling less than ideal today. You had stuffed the note in Eddie’s locker at the end of the day - opting to stay even later than he did and walked yourself home. You didn’t sleep all night, and could barely get any food down today. Would he understand? You were only bold enough to make a move in subtleties. Would he care?

Eddie gripped his steering wheel with white knuckles. It was a drive that he wished was both over already and would never end. It was a short drive to your house from Forest Hills Trailer Park. Eddie had called Hellfire off and beelined out of the school when he found out you hadn’t shown up at all. He felt he had paced a trench in his bedroom floor debating whether or not he should go to your house. What if the letter was a mistake? Or if you were only reaffirming you only liked him as a friend? When the clock hit 9:30pm, he couldn’t take it anymore. He grabbed his keys from the hook by the door and trotted down the concrete steps. When the van rumbled to a start, he turned the radio fully off, too tempted to be absorbed in his own thoughts. The streetlights of your neighborhood illuminated the small red heart box and the humble bouquet of roses that sat where you normally did. Eddie chewed on his lip so hard he thought he tasted blood. His brakes squealed to a halt on the sidewalk outside of your tidy little house. He had hoped that the light in your bedroom would be off, so he could wimp out and go home and hide in his bed forever. But his heart skipped an excited beat when he saw the light in the window you had crawled out of a week ago was on, and it illuminated your figure moving through your room.His breath caught in his throat as he turned the key in his ignition and grabbed his wares to begin his journey up the ivy siding to your window.

You had hid yourself away in your room - cassettes, VCRs and books being your welcome distraction from your anxious heart. A tap on your window pulled you from Madonna’s breathy whines about living in a material world. Your heart dropped to your knees when you saw a mop of dark ringlets framing an alabaster face. Eddie’s eyes were wider than you have ever seen them, but filled with an unreadable haze. You rushed to the window and let the boy fall into your room. He straightened himself up with a nervous smile, you returned the sentiment. His hands stayed fixed behind his long body. He shifted his weight, but couldn’t help but inch closer to you as well.

“Hey” he peeped

“Hi, Eddie. What are you-”

“I-uh. I got your note.”

Your breath hitched and it was your turn to shift your weight. The spot on your carpet was suddenly too tempting to look at than Eddie’s face. His hands obscured his vision. In them you saw a small red box, and flowers. You looked up at Eddie with confused excitement; his face was warm, cheeks blushing.

“I looked for you all day at school today because I wanted to ask you if you’d be my-”

Before he could finish his sentence, you threw yourself into his arms. Your cheek could feel the pounding in his chest and he stood in shock.

“Of course I will, Eddie.” You breathed into him. You pulled yourself away from him and took the flowers from his hand. You placed them on your desk with a giggle. You turned to see the open box that Eddie had in his hand. In it laid a small chain with a pink and purple guitar pick. You gasped in awe and your eyes filled with tears.

“I thought, since I have one-” he pulled a red and black pick on a chain out of his Dio tee. “We could kind of match.” Eddie’s voice shook. His cheeks matched the red on his own necklace. You pulled him to you and pecked your plumped lips against his cheek. Eddie chuckled as he spun you to put your new favorite piece of jewelry on you. Eddie clasped the metal and ran his hands down your arms.

“Let me take you on a date, please?” He whispered. His hands sent shivers throughout your body. His lips pursed on the top of your head and you wished you could stay in this moment forever. You turned in his arms and draped yourself around his neck. His arms migrated from your arms to your cheeks. His doe eyes were dark with admiration, he wanted to devour you whole, but he waited, silently asking for permission to press his lips to yours. You silently obliged him and tilted your chin up to him. His soft lips met yours and the world slowed. His thumb traced small grounding circles on your jaw. Your insides filled with molten, a desperation for the moment to never stop. Eddie’s soft lips probed yours, lightly asking for permission to deepen your kiss. You permitted him with a content sigh and let Eddie show you just how much he really cared about you. All of the words he was too afraid to say to you, all of the times he wished that he could sweep you off your feet and kiss you in front of everyone. For the thank you he couldn’t give you for the note you left him. For the times he wanted to ask you out in his van, or the time he desperately wanted to tuck your wet hair behind your ear the first day he drove you home. He poured all his heart out to you and you felt it. You pulled away softly with wet eyes.

“Eddie, I would be honored.”

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Chapter 10

Stray Kids OT8 x hybrid! afab! reader

Warnings: Crying, mentions of some members acting violent (in response to (Y/n)’s past), mentions of scars, some anxiety, eating/food, sleep problems, I think that’s it, let me know if I’ve missed anything.

Wordcount ≈ 2.2k

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(Y/n) closed her eyes, fully trusting Jeongin, just as she would with any of the eight boys she now called her home. Jeonging couldn’t help but smile as he too closed his eyes.

(Y/n)’s POV

I closed my eyes and leaned in, I wasn’t too sure what to do, but that didn’t matter. I knew I wanted this and I felt safe. Soon I felt Jeongin’s soft lips, gently press against mine. An electric feeling spread through my body. It washed away any anxiety that I felt, leaving me with only curiosity and love. Jeongin gently ran a hand through my hair as he put just a little more pressure into the kiss, I tried responding by leaning my head a little to the side, something I had seen in a movie. I felt Jeongin smiling into the kiss, it made me relax even more. His scent was intense yet calming, so much contact with his warm skin, the feeling of his hand gently running through my hair, soothing me. I never wanted this moment to end. All too soon, he broke the kiss by leaning back. A bright smile and sparkling eyes greeted my gaze as I opened my eyes.

“Wow, your lips are so soft,” He whispered, but I heard him loud as day. “It was nice,” I whispered back. He kissed me on my forehead before he stood up, giving me a hand to help me stand as well. “You should get in the water before it gets cold, I’ll head out to the others, and we’ll see each other soon again, okay?” “Yeah, that sounds okay,” “Just call for me or anyone if you need us,” “Thank you,” Jeongin left me alone as I undressed and got into the warm water. The bath salt scent was strong, it felt like being embraced by the ocean and a summer breeze. I relaxed in the water, breathing calmly as I felt better after sharing some of my past with Hyunjin. I knew he was telling the others about what I told him, it weirdly felt nice to know that I didn’t have to share it on my own, telling it once was hard enough.

Third Person POV

Once Jeongin came back to the living room, Hyunjin began telling him, Minho, and Felix about (Y/n)’s past, or the part she had shared with him. Felix began crying at the thought of the sweet bunny being put through such trauma. Minho felt angry, he wanted to find the people who hurt (Y/n) and make sure they couldn’t do it again, once he calmed down a little, he felt almost a little happy, happy that he found her and took her home. Here she would be able to live happily, in a home filled with love. With their family. Jeongin understood why (Y/n) had asked him to stay, not wanting to be alone, he wanted to run back to the bathroom and hold her, telling her she would never be alone again.

“We’re going to have to tell the others too, do you think you’re up for it, Jinnie?” Minho asked, concerned that it would be too much for the younger. “I think I can do it as long as I’m not alone,” “We’ll be here with you, someone will have to hold back Chan-hyung and Binnie, they’re going to go berserk when they find out,” Minho said, half-joking as an attempt to make Felix laugh instead of cry, though he knew that it was true. Bang Chan and Changbin would not take this well, if Minho thought he felt angry it wasn’t anything compared to those two.

“Hey, you okay, Lixie?” Hyunjin asked as he moved closer to the crying boy. “Yeah, I just hate thinking of our sweet bunny being in so much pain and being alone. I hate feeling lonely, it’s the worst feeling,” “She’s not alone anymore, she has us. You have us, we have each other. We have all felt lonely but we’re together now so we don’t have to be alone anymore,” Jeongin said, it resembled his talk with (Y/n). Stray Kids was quite a fitting name, all of them having been astray, lonely, and isolated, but now they have one another and together they chase away the hurt and pain of their past. In each other they found a family, they found love, and most of all, they found a home.

(Y/n) emerged from the bathroom a little while later, Felix and Hyunjin were gaming, Minho was in the kitchen preparing some food, and Jeongin sat on the couch, scrolling through instagram. “Hey,” the hybrid said lowly, Jeongin looked up with a smile. “Hey, feel better now?” “A little, the bath salt was nice,” “What do you want to do now?” “I think I’ll go help Minho out, and get a snack,” Jeongin just smiled and gave her a thumbs up. His eyes scrunched together, making him look so cute, and (Y/n) couldn’t help but smile too. (Y/n) walked over to the kitchen, hearing Minho curse lowly just before she walked in. Finding him glaring angrily at a pot on the stove. “Hey,” (Y/n) had during her time with the boys heard them joking about Minho being scary but she didn’t see it, to her he was someone with a soul so kind that it could not know any hate. He was gentle and sweet, (Y/n) was never cautious around him, perhaps it was because he was the one who found her, the first human who ever cared about her.

“Oh, hey (Y/n), are you hungry?” “A little, but I also want to help you, with whatever you’re doing,” “Can you help me glare at the pot for ruining the food I was making?” The two chuckled at how Minho blamed an inanimate object for messing up the recipe and not himself. Minho reveled in how comfortable the hybrid was around him, his heart feeling just a little lighter to see her smiling and cheerful after everything. “What did the pot do?” “It burnt the food, so I have to start over,” “I’ll help you,” “Okay, well, just stir this and I’ll make a sandwich for you, okay?” “Yes!” And so the two made some food, this time without burning it. Shortly after they finished with the food, the other guys came home. Happy to find the table set for dinner as they were all starving. The nine of them sat down and ate, Chan and the others telling everyone about the information they received during the meeting and whatnot.

After dinner, (Y/n) and Felix volunteered to take care of the dishes, so that Hyunjin could tell the others about his and (Y/n)’s conversation. Minho and Jeongin sat down beside the tall dancer, ready to help him explain anything in case he found it too hard to say for a third time. Minho had been correct in thinking that Chan and Changbin would be angry, but he had never thought that Seungmin and Han would react just as strongly in anger toward the hybrid’s past. “Do we have their names? Or anything? We could contact the authorities if we did, even if it is in the past, what they have done isn’t allowed,” Chan said, looking at Hyunjin, hopeful that they had more information on these people. Hyunjin shook his head, “She didn’t tell me any names so if she knows, she didn’t share them with me,” Changbin clenched his jaw and his hands, anger flowing through his body, he took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. “She seemed quite cheerful now though,” “Yeah, she took a bath and just spent some time with us, grounding herself in the safety of our home,” Jeongin answered.

“Do you think we should buy some scar treatment lotions? Or something to treat her scars, they may be old but that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t at least try to treat them,” Seungmin said, imagining how uncomfortable it must be for her, he also wondered if maybe (Y/n) was ashamed of her scars. “I’m not sure, we’ll have to look into it and maybe bring her to the vet for a check-up, just to see what the vet will say,” Chan answered. “Honestly, I don’t know if she’s ready to see a vet or a doctor, you see how she is around other people, to have someone come so close and touch her, I’m not sure it’s a good idea, not yet,” Minho said, the others agreed with him after hearing his argument.

“There’s one more thing, or actually two, that happened earlier,” Hyunjin said, everyone directed their attention to him once more, worried about what he would say. “(Y/n) had a panic attack in the elevator, which caused this whole ordeal, and when we got out of the elevator she kind of collapsed on the floor, and when I tried to calm her down, she kind of kissed me,” Everyone except Jeongin was surprised when Hyunjin told them about the kiss, after all, (Y/n) had told him so he already knew. “What? She kissed you, ahh, I’m so jealous,” Han said loudly, whining at the thought. “She kissed me too, or well, rather she asked me to kiss her before she took her bath,” Jeongin said.

Just then, (Y/n) and Felix came back out from the kitchen, just in time for Felix to hear Jeongin tell the others about their kiss. (Y/n) shyly looked at Felix as he looked down at the bunny in surprise, he gave her a smile before he continued walking. “I’m sorry,” “Why are you apologizing, (Y/n)?” Han questioned. “Because I kissed them, and not all of you,” “Hey, no pressure. You need to take everything at your own pace, we can wait. There is no reason to rush into something,” Seungmin answered, his honey-sweet voice made a warm sensation spread through (Y/n)’s body. “Are you sure?” “Of course, we are, bunny,” Chan said, standing up and walking over to her, he opened his arms, inviting her into a hug, and (Y/n) gladly accepted it.

For the remainder of the night, everyone did some different things, some were gaming, others like Hyunjin and (Y/n) were painting, some had gone to bed, and some (*cough* 3racha *cough*) were still working. Soon it was time for everyone to try and get some sleep. (Y/n) got ready and changed into cozy pajamas, then she followed Changbin to his room as she would spend the night there. She got into her bed, enjoying the soft feeling of it. Changbin whispered good night as he lay down in his own bed.

(Y/n) tossed and turned in her bed as the comfort escaped her all too soon. Her body was on full alert, not allowing her to fall asleep. She tried to think of how soft her pajamas were, or how warm the blanket was, yet it didn’t work. (Y/n) then tried to think of the boys, how warm they are, how nice and kind they have been to her. How much she loves them and how much they love her, but not even this could help her relax. After 2 hours of frustration, she sat up, contemplating going to the kitchen and getting a snack. The hybrid was a bit startled to find Changbin sitting up only a second after her, her hybrid senses allowing her to see even in the dark, (Y/n) could clearly see his eyes being open, he was awake.

“Can’t sleep?” He asked in a raspy voice, indicating that he had woken up from his sleep. “Mm,” Was all (Y/n) could answer. “Come here,” The rapper said as he lifted the covers on his bed, inviting her into his bed. While the thought scared her a little, she couldn’t decline the invite as the idea of falling asleep in his safe embrace just seemed too good. (Y/n) stood up and walked over to the bed, lying down beside (Y/n). Changbin gently put his arms around her, guiding her to rest her head on his chest, (Y/n) inhaled his scent, calming her body. (Y/n) focused on the steady beats of his heart and his calm breathing. Changbin fell back asleep almost instantly, (Y/n) stayed awake for a couple of minutes but eventually, thanks to the warmth and the safety of his strong embrace, the dream world welcomed her as she fell into a deep slumber.

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softxsuki · 6 months

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Hi!! Congrats on 1.5k! May I please request 10 troupe with Shinichiro from Tokyo Revengers x fem!reader? Thanks in advance and I hope you have a good day! 💜

1.5k Follower Event Trope 10: Tokyo Revengers

Trope 10: Marriage of Convenience

This event is CLOSED. You can check out the masterlist here.

Pairing: Bonten!Mikey x Fem!Reader

Warning: mentions of killing, bad childhood, stalking, injury, blah

Genre: idek, kinda fluff?

Post-Type: Oneshot (so much for drabbles smh)

Word Count: ...1.1k (oops)

Note: Hey! Thank you so much. So for my tropes, you're only supposed to send in a trope number and fandom name, then I pick which character from that fandom I think it matches with the most! I've also already written one of these for Shinichiro hence why I've written this for Mikey. I hope you still enjoy it though, I love this trope! Also side note: I’ve read like 2 seconds of Bonten Mikey but I felt it fit this trope more SO if this makes no sense, you know why :)

Marriage was the last thing on Mikey’s mind, until your father approached him with a contract that included you and part of the city he owned, in return for protection from Bonten and the chance to make Bonten grow even more powerful. Naturally Mikey agreed, taking little interest in you as a factor, but desiring to see his gang flourish even farther.

As the daughter of a gang leader, your role since birth had been to be used as a means to help your father, ensuring he was always well off. There was not a day when your father thought about you or your own feelings.

You were handed over to Mikey straight away, allowed to pack up the few clothes that you had, along with any other personal items. Meeting with him briefly to sign a few marriage documents, signing away your life, and ultimately leaving one prison and entering a new one–or so you thought.

For the most part Mikey left you alone to do as you please, only giving you a few rules to keep you safe and away from the darker areas of their base where you were staying. But you were given your own room that was nicely decorated, new clothes that fit you perfectly, and the freedom to do as you please within their building. It was more freedom than you’d ever had in your life.

Even though you were trapped in what you thought was a loveless marriage, at least everyone treated you respectfully. Though, Mikey found himself opening up to you in ways he’d never opened up before after all the trauma that he befell in the past. He admired how you carried yourself, standing tall and proud despite being thrown in an unfamiliar place by force, the least he wanted to do was make you comfortable…but why?

He found himself inviting you to the dining room for meals with him, quite enjoying your company even if you ate in silence. Flowers and other gifts were left by your bedroom door, shocking you. Why was he doing this for you, wasn’t this just a marriage of convenience? There was no need for heartfelt gifts and attention like he was giving you.

But Mikey couldn’t help himself, he felt lighter around you as if he could finally breathe again and it was such a relief–a good change from the usual heaviness that clouded over him. He realized you were slowly becoming someone he wanted to keep happy and safe; he wanted to protect you from the cruel world that existed outside those walls, the cruel world he was also a part of.

Mikey kept his feelings to himself, aside from the random gifts he’d leave you and quality time he’d spend with you every now and then. That was until one day you were granted access to wander outside in the city, saying you needed fresh air. Enemy gangs were always keeping a close watch on Bonten headquarters, just looking for any weakness that could cause the huge corporation to plunder, and finally they had one–you.

Word that Mikey had taken a wife spread quickly in the underground world, a potential weakness of the big boss man behind Bonten, everyone was waiting to get their hands on you to bring Mikey crashing down–and that’s exactly what happened.

A few blocks later as you walked peacefully through the cool streets, loving how calming the area was at night and enjoying your new found freedom, that all came crashing down as you felt the presence of someone following you.

At first you thought nothing of it, but every turn you made, they made and when you turned around to glance behind you, they’d stop walking and pretend to be busy with something. You quickened your pace, your heart beating out of your chest at the prospect that you were in danger and needed to get back home quickly. The man noticed this and also fastened his pace, getting closer and closer to you.

You begin running, but you’re not fast enough as a hand wraps around your wrist, pulling you down to the floor.

“Gotcha,” the man grins. “Let’s see how riled up your husband gets when we send your head back to him.”

Fear fully floods you as the man takes out a knife and approaches you with it. He only manages to scrape your cheek though before adrenaline kicks in and you push him back with the strength you didn’t know you had, jumping back to your feet and running full speed back to your home–back to Mikey.

Upon returning back to your home and bursting through the door with blood running down your face, mixed with tears, you ignore the questions of Mikey’s men who were keeping watch by the front door and run to your room.

Urgently, the men report to Mikey who jumps up from his seat and runs to your room, bursting your door open, not caring if you were decent or not.

“What happened?” He demands, closing the distance between you as he approaches your bed where you’re sobbing into your pillow.

When you don’t speak, he sighs and gently takes your hand, pulling you into him. “Let me see,” he softly says, guiding your chin up so he can get a better look at your face, gritting at the cut that had been so close to hitting your eye.

His fingers wipe your tears away and slowly graze over the cut–he was upset. “Who did this?” He hisses. Who would dare place their hands on his wife?

You felt surprisingly relaxed and safe in his arms as he held you close, never once breaking eye contact with him, you had no choice but to fill him in on what happened during your walk.

“I just went out to get some fresh air and take a quick walk, but I noticed someone following me. I tried getting back here before he could catch up to me, but he was too fast. He said,” you gulp, fear once again filling your body as you remember the man's words. “He said he was going to send you my head back.”

Mikey was seething now. Not only had someone harmed you, but they’d also threatened to kill you?

“Sanzu!” He screams, calling his most trustworthy man to enter your room, to which the pink-haired man appears immediately. “Have a few men patrol the area, I want any suspicious men taken in, I don’t care if you bring in everyone, I want him found, whoever it was that did this to my wife,” he grits, holding you tightly to him.

Though anger was bubbling up inside him, he couldn’t help but feel slight relief that you were still alive and safe in his arms. He couldn’t lose you too…

That man would be tracked down and made an example out of. No one would dare try to harm his wife again. This marriage was now real to him and Mikey would do anything to protect it–to protect you.

EVENT REQUESTS ARE CLOSED

REGULAR REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Posted: 10/23/2023

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Hello there, I just came across your blog and I am already liking what I am seeing! I’ve come here to make a request for a first kiss scenario with the rise brothers x reader (^▽^)

This isn’t necessarily important but I wanted to know if you ever considered doing matchups with the rottmnt turtles- I think it would be something fun for you to do if you ever do take a liking to this idea!

That’s all for now, remember to take care of yourself!

Taking the lead (rottmnt x reader)

summary: first kiss with the turtles!

relationship: Rise Leo, Raph, Mikey, Donnie x GN reader (separate)

warnings: a bit of first kiss awkwardness, 100% fluff

word count: 4.3k

A/N: tysm for the kind words!! hope you enjoy your stay c: as for the matchups, i’m personally not a big fan of them, especially because i wouldn't wanna pair you off with a character you don’t like or that isn’t your fave o’: so that will have to be a “no” for now, sorry! i DID love your request however, this was so cute to write sdfjhskdfh<3 i’m especially proud of Donnie’s hehe hope you like it!

(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)

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🔵 Leo

You had been friends with the turtles for a while now. And while you loved them all dearly and equally, you knew that the blue clad turtle had a special place in your heart.

It was Friday night, you were sprawled out on your sofa watching TV, but not paying attention. Glancing at the clock on the wall, you felt your heart pick up the pace ever so slightly. It had become a regular thing that Leo would visit you around this time almost every day. At first it was just nice spending some extra time with him, since you got along very well from the start. But it didn’t take long for his visits to become the highlight of your day.

You didn’t even know when it happened, but at some point you had formed the biggest of crushes on him. And you weren’t subtle about it.

Then again, he wasn’t either? You were a bit confused and maybe even a tad frustrated at his behaviour; there was flirtatious banter, one-liners, pick-up lines. You knew that was all about his personality, being the “face man”, but was he like that with everyone else? Did he reserve the best one-liners for you? Somewhere in your heart you wished he did.

Leo’s face, with his various expressions and oh so handsome smirk, appeared in your mind and refused to leave, making you blush. Just as you tried focusing back on the TV, you heard light knocking on your window.

It took all the will you had not to go off running to the window. Get a grip Y/n, you thought, play it cool.

Standing up from the couch you approached the window, meeting Leo’s eyes with a smile.

What you didn’t know however, is that Leo had been on your roof for the past 10 minutes pacing back and forth, trying to make a plan, because he was just as smitten with you as you were with him.

He had been crushing on you so hard the past few months and he couldn't take it anymore. He had decided: today was the day he would confess his feelings to you.

In his head, Leo had a very clear idea of how he wanted the conversation to go, what he would say. He would absolutely swoon you. So he came down to stand on the railing of the fire escape, and tapped on your window.

The moment he laid eyes on you, his confidence all but evaporated. Trying his best not to slouch his shoulders and appear self-assured, he gave you one of his signature smirks. The smile you gave him felt blinding.

Finally arriving at your window, you slided open the glass, leaning on the windowsill with both hands.

“Why hello” Leo said, wiggling his eyebrows. “You come around here often?”

“Only when I know I’ll get a visit” you retorted, noticing how the street lights shining from behind the turtle made his markings on his arms and face seem to glow. Was it even legal to be this good-looking?

You both just stood there, looking at each other for a moment. The silence wasn’t uncomfortable; it was filled with anticipation. You just weren’t sure if he thought it was for the same reason as you.

You moved a bit to the side from the window to allow Leo entrance to your apartment, but he gently took your arm and pulled you back to face him. His other arm was on the side of the window for balance, bending at the elbow and putting his weight on his forearm, coming even closer to you. His hand on your arm didn’t move, and you didn’t pull back either. He saw this as a signal to continue.

“Hey Y/n, there’s something I want to-“ Leo started, but much to both your and his dismay, his phone rang.

Leo excused himself for a second but didn't move away, only leaned back a bit to reach his phone in his pouch, looking at the screen. It was Donnie; his brother would hear an earful later for interrupting like this. Leo hung up the call.

Just as he was about to start talking again, the phone rang once more. Annoyed, Leo picked up.

“What? I’mkindabusyhere” he mumbled into the phone. You couldn’t make out what the person on the other side of the line was saying, but Leo’s face changed from annoyance to anger, and as he glanced at you, quickly faded into defeat.

“Fine, yeah yeah, I’ll be back in a bit” he barked and ended the call, putting away the phone with a groan. “I gotta go back to the lair; something about dad getting stuck behind the fridge again or whatever” Leo informed you, sheepishly scratching the back of his neck.

“Wait, what were you gonna say before?” you asked, your eyes trying to meet his gaze. Leo was nervously looking anywhere else but you.

“We’ll just leave it for another day, it’s actually kinda important and I don’t want to rush-“

You gently placed your hand on his arm, silently asking him to stay, which stopped what he was saying mid-sentence. Leo looked at your hand on him, then your eyes, and it flickered quickly to your lips and back.

Screw it all, you thought to yourself, and cupped his face with both your hands, pulling him down to your level. His breath hitched as you closed the distance and placed a kiss on his lips. It was short but sweet, and as you pulled back, you saw Neon Leon fully blushing for the first time. Your face didn’t look much different at the moment either.

“So… See you tomorrow?” you finally managed to ask after your heart calmed down a bit.

“Y-Yeah” he replied, also regaining his composure, and gave you another signature smirk. “Will you be able to wait until tomorrow though? I know I’m irresistible but you seemed quite eager just now-“

“Oh my god, bye” you interrupted and closed the window, both of you laughing.

Before leaving, he turned around one last time to wink at you, and then he jumped off into the night.

Sliding down to crouch on the floor, you looked at your hands, still shaking. Bringing them to cover your face, you let out a silent squeal. Tomorrow could never arrive fast enough.

🔴 Raph

Two weeks ago, Raph had confessed he liked you. Of course you returned his feelings and you became a thing. Never would you have thought you’d end up with a turtle boyfriend, but here we are.

You two decided to start out slow, and had only held hands, shared fleeting touches and lingering looks up to this point. He was incredibly smitten with you, because how could he not? You were the most beautiful creature he had ever laid eyes upon. And you were head-over-heels as well, this giant turtle was 100% teddy bear and boyfriend material, and very attentive to all your needs. Aside from keeping his brothers safe and alive, keeping you happy also became his #1 priority.

Raph wanted to smother you in physical affection so badly, but he was scared that he’d accidentally hurt you because of his size and spikes. So he tried to always communicate in words how much you meant to him. At first it was embarrassing for him to compliment how you looked, how he liked your hair or clothes. But it got easier, and now he couldn't stop himself even if he wanted to. He loves showering you in praise and positive comments, because when you give him that particularly shy smile and thank him, with a blush adorning your cheeks, he forgets everything around him.

You on the other hand were also dying to give him a hug and some cuddles, but you noticed he kinda kept you at a safe distance. You weren’t mad about it though, you knew he meant well, and that he was scared to hurt you.

So you decided to make a fool-proof plan to enjoy some cuddles with your favourite turtle.

It wasn’t a rare occurrence for you to stay the night at the lair, usually when you made sleepovers with April as well. But this time would be different.

“Hey Raph” you said to your boyfriend as you were playing a video game.

“What’s up, sweetheart?” Blood rushed to your face. Would you ever get used to pet names? You loved how he enunciated them though.

“I’m staying over tonight” you informed him.

“Oh, is April coming over?” he asked.

“Nope, just me” you paused for a bit. “And you.”

Raph choked on his own spit, but played it cool, clearing his throat. “W-What do you mean?”

You paused the game and turned to look at him. He looked like he was freaking out internally, trying so hard not to show it but ultimately failing, it was very cute really.

“I thought we could have a gaming or movie night, just chill in your room and watch Jupiter Jim until our eyes fall out, you know…” You tried speaking as matter-of-factly as possible.

“Oh! Yeah, sounds good to me! I’ve been wanting to watch Jupiter Jim Sails the Seven Sees again.”

“As long as you don’t get stuck on a pirate accent again!” you laughed, and unpaused the game.

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That night you were all cosied up in his bed wearing your fluffy onesie that you used as PJs for sleepovers. An empty bowl of popcorn sat between you both.

The movie had just finished and the credits started rolling. You shifted to lie on your side so you could face Raph, and you were retelling some of your favourite scenes and dialogues, stifling your laughs so as not to wake up the others.

“That was fun! This movie never gets old, I swear” you breathed, finally coming down from your giggling fit.

“I agree! We gotta do this more often actually” Raph said. “You know, just the two of us?”

“I’d love that” You shot him a tired smile, followed by a yawn and a stretch of your limbs.

“Well, someone is tired. What do you say we call it a night?” He closed the laptop that had been on his lap and took the popcorn bowl, placing everything on the floor.

“Mhm, sounds good” you mumbled.

Raph was also lying on his side facing you, so you kinda just looked at each other for a moment. After seeing that he wasn’t gonna make the first movie, you whispered to him.

“Raph, will you hold me?”

“You know I want to” he blushed. “But I don’t wanna hurt ya. I thrash around when I sleep…”

With a ‘I don’t care!’ you rolled over once, landing with your back to his chest. His arm timidly wrapped around you, ever so gentle not to squeeze you too hard.

After you settled into a warm and comfy position, you sighed contentedly. “This is nice.” He hummed in agreement.

A couple minutes went by, and you couldn't shake a “now or never” feeling, so after taking a deep breath, you turned around, which startled him a bit. Now you were facing him, your faces mere inches apart.

“I forgot something” you whispered, propping yourself up on your forearm, and your other hand reaching up to cup his face. “Your good night kiss.”

Raph’s brain went completely blank as you closed the distance and gave him a chaste kiss on his lips. You pulled back to look at him, furious blush down to his neck that could rival his bandana. A content smile grew on your face, seeing that even though you were like half his size, you could still get reactions like that out of him.

‘What a softie’, was your thought when you saw him like that. With one more quick peck to the tip of his beak, you turned around once more to the position you had been in before. This time he hugged you tighter, pulling you to his plastron and basically engulfing your whole body. You had never felt so safe.

Holding his hand in your smaller ones, you heard him wish you good night into your hair, leaving a small kiss on the top of your head.

🟠 Mikey

Getting together with Mikey happened so naturally and smoothly, that you almost didn’t notice. It was clear to everyone else around you that you liked each other, except for you two of course.

But it wasn’t like you thought he wouldn’t reciprocate your feelings. It just felt so right to be around him, like home, and you both shared a lot of physical affections without a second thought since the beginning. You just didn’t feel the need to put a label on it. Both you and Mikey were aware however that you shared a special bond.

You two usually chilled in his room, Mikey lying on his belly on the bed, playing on his phone, with you sitting propped up against his shell while reading a comic. Sometimes you basically just lied on top of each other because it was comfortable and you could share memes without moving too much.

So when Leo walked past his room one day, taking a look at you and jokingly asking if you two were dating, you just looked at Mikey with a blush that he returned, and he just asked “I mean if you want to?” To which you agreed, leaving Leo with a surprised Pikachu face, as you returned to your games as if nothing happened.

In that sense, becoming a couple had been pretty casual. But after a couple of weeks you felt like you wanted to take the next step.

Kisses on hands and cheeks were a common thing between the two of you. Now it was time to kiss him for real.

Knowing how Mikey was an artist, and a romantic at heart, you wanted to make something special for him. Because he’s special too and deserves all the love in the world.

You spent an entire afternoon planning out an activity, deciding on doing a romantic dinner on the roof at night. So you checked online for the next full moon and marked that day in your calendar. Now all you had to do was find the perfect gift.

You went back and forth several days trying to come up with something creative, brainstorming with April even. A lot of ideas were discarded, some were saved for later (you’d have to save some more money to get that one limited edition figurine he wanted).

Finally you came up with the perfect idea. You went to work immediately, crafting your masterpiece, placing it in a box that you then wrapped and covered in stickers.

When you told Mikey you had planned a date for the two of you, he was beyond ecstatic. He tried to pry off the info of what you would do or where you would go, but you managed to keep it a secret by always telling him that it was a surprise. You almost caved once or twice though, when he gave you his puppy eyes, but you stood your ground. You didn’t want to spoil it!

When it was finally the night of the full moon, you asked the turtle brothers to keep Mikey busy so you could prepare the roof: you brought a blanket, a basket with food and drinks, you even got some flameless candles for the mood. Since you wanted it to be special, you even wore your nice button-up shirt, which had a (favourite fruit) pattern.

You got everything ready just in time. As you were straightening out some wrinkles on the blanket, you heard Mikey come up the metallic ladder.

“Ohmigosh!” he exclaimed and gasped. “What’s the occasion?” He took your hand and twirled you around once, looking you up and down; you looked stunning. Then again, you always did.

“Hm, nothing really” you shrugged and smiled at him. “I just wanted to have a proper dinner date with you.”

Both of you sat down, and it was just as normal as ever: eating, talking in vine references and watching silly videos, having heated debates about the most ridiculous ‘would you rather’ questions.

After the laughing died down, you turned to look at your favourite turtle, your gaze softening even more, if that was possible. You were sitting next to each other, shoulders touching, and looking out at the New York night cityscape.

“Ah, I have a gift for you” you said, as if you were just now remembering it. Truth is, you were barely able to wait this long. Taking the little box out of the basket, you presented it to him with a ‘Ta-da~’.

“Thank you, M’Lady/M’Lord” he said, and started to unwrap your present. Opening the box, he saw several pieces of thick paper, all hand-drawn to resemble vintage movie tickets.

He took them out and started to look at them individually and realised they were all coupons for activities with you, for him: sleepovers, making breakfast, cuddling sessions, going shopping, doing his chores.

“Aw, Y/n! This is so sweet!” Mikey side hugged you. “I don’t have anything for you though, I’m sorry… I wasn’t sure what we were doing today, so…”

“Don’t worry about it!” you reassured him. “Why don’t you take a look at the rest of those…” You pointed to the coupons on his hand, blushing slightly. “Maybe you can use one of them now and I’ll consider that my present.”

Mikey gave you a curious look, and kept checking the rest of the coupons, there were two left: a kiss, and a make-out session. Seeing the last one, Mikey blushed a deep red.

“Then again, technically you don’t need a coupon for that…” you told him in a small voice, unable to meet his eyes.

“Well, now that I have them, I wouldn’t want the coupons to expire, so…” Mikey placed the coupons back in the box, except for the ‘kiss’ one, which he slowly handed to you.

As nonchalantly as you could, you once again rummaged in the basket, taking out a paper puncher this time. Mikey amusingly snorted at that, as you took the coupon out of his hands and punched a hole into the bottom corner. Then you carefully placed both aside, with the puncher on the paper so it wouldn't be blown away by the gentle breeze on the roof.

Sitting up a bit straighter, you faced him again, and as he met your eyes, you both blushed a matching deep red.

“May I…” Mikey asked in no more than a whisper, bringing his hand to cup your cheek. You placed your hand over his and leaned in, closing the distance. The kiss was chaste but so tender and full of love. You pulled back slightly, then went back in again, applying more pressure this time. You smiled into the kiss, and he tilted his head to deepen it.

Breaking for air you looked at each other in the moonlight, panting. With one swift move, he picked you up into his lap so you were straddling him. With the look he was giving you right now, you assumed that this wasn’t gonna be the only coupon he’d redeem today.

🟣 Donnie

Some time ago you had met the turtles through April, and you all immediately clicked. You found them to be an hilarious and quirky bunch, and they made you feel welcome in their circle like you had always belonged.

You had grown especially fond of Donnie. He also seemed to at least tolerate you, so you spent a lot of time at his lab, hearing him ramble about his inventions and everything he had going on there. You didn’t understand half of it, but there was something about his passionate way of talking that kept you going back to him for more; it was contagious. Although at times it would almost cross into “mad scientist” territory, so you tried your best to bring him down a notch when things were getting out of hand.

You knew very well that Donnie wasn’t a touchy-feely kinda turtle, but he seemed to enjoy your company as much as you enjoyed his. You’d be more vocal about it than him for sure, but he would also show his appreciation through actions, like having a nice second chair next to him for you to sit in, or snacks that were always stashed in his lab, and he was sure to get all your faves.

Lately though there had been a shift in your relationship. You noticed that whenever he entered the room, your heart would skip a beat. Your breath would hitch when the light hit him at just the right angle. You worried more than before when you knew he was out on a mission, and were restless until you saw him come back safe and sound.

Somewhere deep in your heart you knew exactly what was happening, but you refused to acknowledge it; you didn't wanna ruin the perfectly fine friendship you two had going on.

Sometimes you’d catch him looking at you from across the room, or just find that his gaze lingered on you a split second longer than usual. You brushed it off as nothing though, you didn’t even want to allow yourself to read something into it.

April tried encouraging you to ask him out several times, but you always responded with a sheepish chuckle, saying that it wasn’t what she thought, and that Donnie didn’t see you that way anyways.

And you were perfectly fine with things as they were. You had already made up your mind to stuff your feelings very deep and take them with you to your grave.

That is, until one sleepover party.

The turtles had organised a Jupiter Jim movie marathon for the whole weekend, with scheduled bathroom breaks and carefully selected snacks and drinks.

The marathon had started on Friday at 9pm, and by 4am of the next day, most of you were already asleep. You were lying on the big bean bag, wrapped up in a fuzzy blanket, and on a mountain of pillows Donnie sat next to you.

You thought you were the last one awake, as you could hear the rest of them snore and mumble in their sleep. You blinked hard several times to try to keep your eyes open, but you couldn’t focus on the projection on the wall anymore. Just as you were deciding whether to catch some Z’s, your gaze shifted to the side, your eyes landing on Donnie’s form, whom you had presumed to be asleep as well.

All of the grogginess in your brain and the sleep in your eyes disappeared at once as your eyes were met with his. He wasn’t sleeping at all. Instead he had his face propped on his elbow, looking at you.

You felt the heat rise to your cheeks. He wasn’t moving or saying anything, just looking at you. You turned your body to lie facing him completely, and looked up at him as well. His gaze suddenly softened, wandering all across your face, taking in and memorising all of your freckles, the curve of your nose, the way you looked at him with those big eyes of yours, full of stars and wonder.

Somewhere in the background you could hear some action scenes from the movie, but it was all blocked out, and you felt like in that moment only Donnie and you existed. You wondered if he felt the same.

Feeling a sudden surge of confidence rise within you, you slowly placed your hand on top of his. You started with a gentle brush over his knuckles with your fingers, then placed your whole palm on top of his hand. You looked at his hand and back at him, as if asking ‘Is this okay?’.

Donnie didn’t pull away at all, in fact he slowly turned around his hand to clasp yours, and looked back at you. ‘This is very okay.’

Wanting to see how far he’d let you go, you moved your hand out of his, brushing over his arm up to his shoulder and to his face, cupping his cheek. Lifting his head off his propped up hand, he leaned into your touch ever so slightly, his gaze now shying away.

Your body moved somewhat on its own, shuffling closer to him until your chest was almost pressing against Donnie’s plastron. Your hand moved from his cheek to his jawline and then to the back of his neck, pulling him towards you. You leaned in but stopped just before your lips could touch, in case he wanted to pull back. His painted eyebrows came together in a frown, almost as if he was offended at you for suggesting him to stop you.

Donnie closed the distance and kissed you with a bit more force than expected, making you squeak. This made him pull back and look at you with a smug smile, while you had a furious blush.

You were about to turn around to see if any of the brothers or April had woken up, since you really didn’t want them to interrupt such an intimate moment, or get caught like that. Mainly because you thought Donnie wouldn’t want them to see.

Before you could move though his arm sneaked around your waist and he pulled you back to him, kissing you again, a little deeper this time, his hand pressing into the small of your back.

When you parted for air, he lied down on his back, pulling you to rest against his chest. He let out a hearty yawn, mumbling how this was the best sleepover ever. You nuzzled into his plastron, feeling his heart beat like crazy; yours wasn’t any different really.

It took a while for you both to come down from your high, but when sleep finally took you over, you slept long and deep. There might or might not be some pictures on Leo’s phone of you two sleeping, cuddled together on the pillows, the faintest of smiles adorning both of your faces.

#goose feathers #rottmnt #save rottmnt #rottmnt leo x reader #rottmnt raph x reader #rottmnt mikey x reader #rottmnt donnie x reader #tmnt 2018 #tmnt x reader #rottmnt x reader

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Hiii!!! I’ve been binging through your blog for the past few weeks and I noticed how you talk about how Kataang(Katara x Aang) is portrayed in the show. Honestly yeah, I will admit I didn’t like it at first but now I just don’t really care for it. But I’d be interested hearing an in-depth opinion on the ship(unless you already did and I just never noticed or forgot 😭).

Another question, do you think you’re going to read the comics that came out the series? If you’re asking my opinion I’d say they’re a uuuh 7-8 out of 10 IG?

I do have thoughts on Kataang which I haven't shared yet. Part of me thinks I should wait to answer your ask until I've finished the series; it's obvious to me that these two are being set up to be the big finale couple, which means if I talk about them now I'm probably missing the pieces I need to have a full, well-rounded opinion. But you know what? I feel like talking about them now. So here goes.

Short answer: It peeves me that Aang comes from a culture that seemingly doesn't even have parents, yet he still manages to date his mother.

Long answer: they're both way too young. I'm a huge fan of letting the kids be kids for as long as possible. Especially with these kids, who have been prevented from being kids by the war. As Katara points out in the opening scene of the very first episode, she's been the mother since her own died (or at least she feels like she has had to be the mother). Call me crazy, but I'd rather Katara spend a few years after the war doing dumb childish stuff to recapture that lost childhood than jump straight into a relationship. Isn't the safety and space to do dumb childish stuff one of the things those who are trying to end the war are fighting for? Shouldn't she get to enjoy that? And Aang is just way too young no matter what way you look at it. He's 12 right? I think that would make him a grade 6 student. Back in my day (yells at cloud) Grade 6 students collected yugioh cards and feuded over who had the snazzier lunch box. I could picture a 12 year old having a crush on a slightly older girl that goes to the same school, but it would be short lived and unactionable. I guess Katara would be around 14? So, a grade 8 student. A grade 8 girl would not date a grade 6 boy. It would just never happen.

They've both got bigger fish to fry. Aang is the last Air Nomad AND the current Avatar. When he fully takes on both of those positions, what time will he have for a girlfriend? Katara is the only Southern Waterbender. Whether or not she wants the responsibility, it will be her duty to single-handedly reconstruct a huge portion of her nation's culture from the ground up once she returns south. Does she have the time to ping pong around the globe mothering her boyfriend as he rides giant animals or does Avatar stuff? Say she wants to: what will her family and the rest of her tribe think of the only person who can access such a huge part of their culture riding off into the sunset?

Their current relationship dynamic is still too mother/son. This is more obvious in season 1 than in season 2 (maybe that's growth?) but you can't depict a male/female pair as pieta and then expect me to ship. I think this could change somewhat, but I've already been disappointed in that. I thought that once Katara had mastered waterbending and therefore felt she had something other than mothering to contribute to the group, she would back off with the mothering. And she did, a little, but not enough for my tastes. Maybe as Aang fully steps into the Avatar role and the last Air Nomad role (sidenote: no idea what the latter would look like) he'll move on to a more equal relationship with Katara.

I think Katara is meant for better things than rebirthing a nation. Bending seems to be at least somewhat genetic. So if Aang wants Airbending in any form to survive after his death, he's going to need a billion kids. While I could definitely see Katara wanting children, I don't see her as the barefoot pregnant type.

I'm not convinced that Aang has a clear picture of Katara. She has flaws, which is good! Does Aang see them?

I get the feeling that, while they are helping each others' skills grow as they travel the globe, they are also preventing each others' personalities from growing. As long as Aang is around, Katara has someone to mother. As long as Katara is around, Aang has someone who prevents him from feeling the full weight of his responsibilities. Again, this is worse in season 1, but how often did Katara deny that Aang was to blame for something that was at least somewhat his fault? Aang will never become a fully rounded person until he can look at his flaws and mistakes dead on and say "my bad" without a Katara in the background going "no you're perfect!" Katara deserves to find out what kind of person she is outside of a nurturing role. Quick thought experiment: what if you pair Katara with someone who needs no nurturing, or better yet, nurtures her? And what if you pair Aang with someone as bluntly truthful as Toph? Katara and Aang might find both of those situations uncomfortable at first, but I think it would contribute to their growth.

Aang having a crush on an oblivious Katara would be a great single season arc. I think it would fit both of their characters well, and I think Aang growing past latching on to the first person he saw after the iceberg would be a good way to show that he's rooting himself in his time-displaced present, and fully committing to ending the war. And don't get me wrong, I love Aang and Katara both as a fighting team and as friends.

These kids are all fighting a war, and all kids. I don't mind the supporting characters having romances, because it's not like Sokka or Suki can end the war, no matter how hard they try/might want to. But I'm a big believer in doing one thing at a time, and I think if you're the only person in the whole world who can end a war, then ending the war should take precedence over dating. I'm aware that that's an unrealistic expectation and out of step with the show's theme of balance. In the real world, birth rates skyrocket during war time because people live for the moment and grab happiness (read boinking) wherever they see it. But both these kids are pre-boinking age so I'm going to be a cranky old fart about it.

Being the wife of the Avatar is a position that will often come with being relegated to second place, especially with the amount of work that undoing a century of war will take. Although she works well in a team, Katara is a naturally dominant personality. Katara did enough of putting herself in second place before the series started. I think Katara could very easily fall into the pattern of subjugating her own needs and desires and putting her husband's first, but I don't want that to happen. And one way to prevent that from happening is to prevent her from dating the single most politically important person in the universe. (To be clear, Aang would never deliberately squish a wife like that, I just think the workload of being Avatar and last air nomad would cause that to happen)

A lot of my objections to this pairing are very adult objections. I don't know what I would have thought about this pairing when I was the age of the show's target audience. It undoubtedly would have bothered me less, although I probably would have been put off by how twee it is. As an adult, all I can see are babies playing house.

As for the comics, I hadn't made any concrete plans to read them. I don't know where I'd get access to them. I'm not sure how canonical they are. I guess I should probably decide whether or not I want to read them after I've finished the whole series. I've been told that my girl Jin appears in one of them, so I definitely have some interest. I have also had the Avatar Kyoshi novels strenuously recommended to me. But so much of Avatar's charm, to me, is in the medium. And while comics are closer to animation than books are, they're still static. Avatar does movement so well.

#ask #this got way too long #short short answer: they're too young #not much incompatible about their personalities #plenty incompatible about their responsibilities

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An encounter (pt 1)

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Leon Kennedy x reader series!!!!

Summary [series]- after Chris Redfield has requested for your transfer from the BSAA, you’re tasked with uncovering a chain of bio-terrorist attacks alongside Leon Kennedy. Destruction, duty and your untold past brings you spiralling into an unlikely bond with your partner, as efforts are made and promises are broken.

hi!! bear with me while I attempt to write this little series i had going on in my head for a while- it might be 5-10 parts or so but im trying to see how long this narrative goes in terms of chapter length. EVERYTHING IS A WORK IN PROGRESS!!!

i might finalise and actual title for the series later but i thought it was nice to get the first chapter out while the rest unfolds in messy notes ive been taking down. I’ll definitely put the masterlist to this series on here when ive got more parts written :)

hope this isnt too much of a confusing read and any feedback is appreciated!! Also- requests are still open!!! - j🖤

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Part 2

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Washington DC

8:30AM

2009

Two days. That’s all they gave you. Two days time off from the last BSAA issued mission which had you sitting in the med bay for three consecutive nights, test after test to insure you hadn’t caught any strain of virus from getting beaten up by B.O.Ws. You’d been transferred to the USSTRATCOM before you could get comfortable in your own bed again. Chris Redfield himself had you commissioned for a good two months down at a station in South America, carrying out operations for BSAA intel which had gotten you into a whole lot of trouble by the last week, hence the man himself took in three squadrons to finish the job. And when the time came for STRATCOM to issue additional ‘more than capable’ agents, Redfield had personally put in a request for you to be transferred to a more- suited position. You’d been under his and the BSAA’s command for the past 8 years as recommended by your commanding officers from military- seeing as they’d found no other candidates as hard in the head and skilled as needed.

Now you were here, headed towards the reception of an all-too-well government agency better built then the BSAA could’ve ever wished for. Not like you had a choice anyway, Redfield wouldn’t be allowing you back into his side of the field for security reasons and well, because he was worried. You felt so- small in this large hall that would be USSTRATCOM’s lobby, your interaction with the woman at the desk echoed like a pathetic whisper.

“I’m sorry but you’re not registered here. I can look you up if you were with any other department-“

“That won’t be needed, she should be cleared.” A smile interrupted your one sided exchange with some government receptionist.

You turned to the woman who’d just claimed she had cleared you.

“Ingrid Hunnigan, I’ve been issued to your transfer.”

There was no need for an introduction, she basically had you on file. Hunnigan made her way around the desk, signalling for you to tail behind.

You wanted to ask her details on the job, how long you’d be out, when you’d be out, introduction to an F.O.S agent- nothing came out except small nods in understanding as she pointlessly flagged out the entire building as you walked through the rustling halls. You’ve grown to not care much about human interaction outside of what needed to be done.

“They didn’t brief you on anything?” She whipped her head around and stopped in her tracks.

“Not at all.”

And that was enough to receive a huff of disappointment as she redirected her route.

Oblivious to your party, a certain agent was currently flicking through your life’s record at the end of the hall, skimming over your profile and various written reports out of a Manila folder, fair in size but not large enough for a normal agent file. His eyes tracing over your documents- despite your age you were quite accomplished, issued in the military and pulled out of ranger school to transfer to the torturous trainings of the BSAA and other government parties alike. You’d even remember briefly having sessions at USSOCOM before you were on field with the BSAA, you’d come in, left a mark and went straight off to work for Chris Redfield.

As you kept walking, Hunnigan had managed to find you a copy of the mission briefing at her office before heading out to the hall again. You were handed a thick set of papers- enough to make you question how big of a job this was. Before your eyes finished with the first page, Hunnigan was three steps further down the hall.

“Leon!” She stopped in her tracks. “I thought you weren’t meant to be here until 9?”

Leon. You seen and heard of him time and time again from Redfield despite their lack of interaction with one another. That name alone made you look up from your hands, startled almost. You envied him in some way- or at least what you had heard of him. Not because he was the presidents golden boy, nor because he was everyone’s favourite toy to send after bio-terrorists. No, you simply envied his will to live and to save others- you envied that in Chris a little bit too if you were completely honest. Little did you know, he had heard a bit about you here and there too.

“Well it doesn’t hurt to arrive a bit earlier.” He turned and greeted you with a warm smile. Unusual huh. Not many people with a tragic life like his working two and two for the government had enough will power to greet anyone like that. Your lack of reciprocation made the exchange unlawfully bitter. He stood up from the bench in the hall, reaching his hand out for you to shake.

“This is agent Kennedy, I’m sure you’ve heard a bit about him from around the place. I assume Chris has familiarised you with his presence on this earth.” Hunnigan was inclined on introducing you two and before she could finish your name, he’d already repeated it back to you. He was tall, but not an intimidating height, a firm but gentle grip, roughly shaven and kind blue eyes. No one ever mentioned his look of warmth before.

“I’m sure you two will have more than enough time to know each other, and seeing as your both here why don’t we just get started.” You don’t remember her conversations with you being this light hearted, well- if you could even call them proper conversations amidst your prolonged stroll through the building.

Washington DC

Conference Room 6A

09:00AM

You were almost like some sort of loyal hound to Chris. Sure, you followed orders, got the job done but under the necessary circumstances. Not to mention- being backed up by a squad. You really never left his side despite his muddled up tactical morals, you always managed to fall under his command. This was different. The strings were coiled tighter. And there was no Redfield to suggest that he had a better idea.

You could tell by the annoyance in Leon’s otherwise-abnormally-kind eyes that he wanted to protest against the idea. He was a field agent, a rather special one but he certainly wasn’t some sort of government spy. And neither were you. Hunnigan wasnt exactly asking. In fact she had no say in approval as shes just an F.O.S agent who’s unfortunate circumstances had her picking up after Leon Kennedy.

“Leon we dont have another option” she sighed, tiredly removing her glasses and setting her hand to pinch on the bridge of her nose. “Look, if this really is a plan that’ll result in a chain of bio-terrorist attacks then we can’t be stuck in the deep end.” So- nothing but a wild goose chase into unmarked territory.

Unmarked, exactly what people look for when they want to satisfy themselves with bioterrorism. The BSAA could only ever cover so much terrain, and Chris wanted to punch himself for how easily the US stuck their fingers into his shit.

“Leon-” she sighed again, some sort of tired mother fed up with her teenage son’s lack of common sense in the world, blandly trying to explain to him basic parameters. “We wouldn’t have called if there was anyone else suitable foe the mission.” Leon huffed at the repetitiveness of the lines to follow, which earned him a less patient, more aggressive tone from Hunnigan. “You’d still be shit faced on vacation right now and /kitten/ here would still be tailing Chris Redfield like some sort if spirit animal.”

Leon shifted his gaze towards you, surprised to see no reaction from the otherwise offensive nickname Hunnigan spat out at you. You weren’t denying it, and Leon had had enough of her passive aggressiveness.

“If this all goes south, well have escorts from our nearest location pull you out of there immediately-“

Bold promise to make. You knew STRATCOM was good- but how good? Last time you heard anything about their squads was from Chris Redfield ‘warning’ his team not to fuck up because he didn’t want his XOs filling out mountains of post-operation paperwork. Cleanup was a lengthy process and he hates seeing squad kids packed in bags because of some strategical fuck up. ‘I don’t want a repeat of STRATCOM’s last mission’, he’d said for months on end, pestering kids into learning their shit and paying attention more. Redfield wasn’t in the position to lose any more soldiers- he couldn’t afford to.

You leant back on the table, hands rested over the ledge so you could scornfully and casually flick through the rest of the file laid out beside you. Leon was still standing beside you, a good distance, arms crossed staring firmly at Hunnigan, patiently awaiting her next spew of words. She sighed, deep and heavy and put her glasses back on as she sat up in her chair.

“You leave tomorrow at noon. Escort will be waiting out the back of West Wing so if you could please familiarise yourself with that area and collect your gear before then that would be great.”

That part was directed to you. West wing is on the west side of the building, but where the fuck that is you hadn’t bothered paying attention to. Hunnigan opened her mouth to say something again- but ultimately decided against the idea and instead followed her instructions with ‘any questions?’, before all of you remained in silence and she quickly dismissed you. Hunnigan, in a silent annoyance, packed up the file and left the empty conference room leaving you and Leon to wilt in each others presence.

You watched the dust particles floating around the ray of sunshine hitting the carpet, tapping your finger on the edge of the table.

“Sorry about her. I think she’s just sick of me at this point. But a job’s a job, right?”

Out of the blue, Leon uncrossed his arms and sighed in amusement. You looked up at him, phased by his forgiving attitude, sending a huff and nod in agreement. You resentfully pushed yourself off this table, informally stretching your back as you adjusted yourself.

“See you tomorrow then I guess.” You snarked, backing your way towards the door.

“No introductions?”

“You’ve read my file-“

“That file says nothing about you-“ Leon laughed. You shrugged in return as you reached the heavy wooden door to the hall.

“Nothing to know Agent Kennedy.” You mumbled, like he could barely hear it.

AN: OKAY THATS AN IDEA OF WHAT IT MIGHT BE AND I HOPE THAT WASNT TOO HORRIBLE!!! if theres anything you’d like me to know just shoot a message or send in something :)

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You Bring Me Home- Mason Mount 🍂

I'm backkkkk!!! So happy to be writing again and even more so for one of my favourite people in the world! This is a part of my Halloween/autumn prompt list (that I am slowly getting through) It's not my best, but I still hope you all enjoy it 🧡

Prompts- "mhmm your so warm" "Here take my sweater", thunderstorms & shared blankets (From this list!)

Words- 4.7k

Summary- When you have to work during the worst storm of the year, your car decides to break down leaving you stranded at your work's carpark... resulting in you needing your knight in shining armour to come and collect you!!!

“Mase...” You groaned, feeling his arms tug you back in bed as you tried to sneak away “Baby, I’ve got to go... I can’t be late for work again...” A chuckle left your boyfriend’s lips as he listened to your frustrated words, knowing full well that he was the reason for your recent poor punctuality at work. You never use to be late... You were always the first person in the office and the last one to go! But that was before you moved in with Mason! The problem wasn’t when he had morning training sessions or early kick-offs you both enjoyed your early mornings together... especially the shared shower schedule you had to ‘save’ water. The main problem was when he didn’t have to wake up early with you, and no matter how many times you explained to him that you weren’t as fortunate with your days off, he still expected you to share a lazy morning with him!

“Stay with me...” He mumbled against your neck, as he pulled your body on top of his, a slight smirk in his tone as he felt your body shiver against his touch “Please baby, call in sick... for me!” A frustrated sigh left your lips as you listened to his persuading words... of course, he was doing it again!

Rolling off him, you groaned, making sure that one of his arms stayed around you to stop his protest “Mase, I’ve told you, darling, I wish I could but- “Your words were cut short as he placed his lips on yours swallowing the words that he had heard so many times before. Pulling away breathless, he smiled “But you can’t because of the new promotion... I know sweetheart, I understand...” He finished your sentence for you, placing his lips on your temple as he sighed in awe “Why do you have to be so clever eh? Why can’t you be like chilly’s missus and be an influencer...?”

You knew you should be getting ready as you glanced at the time, seeing it was 10 minutes past the time you usually get dressed for the day, but you couldn’t leave him like this not when he was so needy for your warmth... and who were you to deprive him of it so early in the morning! So, like the good girlfriend you are, you gave him a bit more of your time... plus, you knew that you needed these moments with him just as much as he did!

“I thought you liked bragging to the boys about your girl being a journalist in the best company in the country...” You smirked, leaning into his open arm a little more. You never liked to brag about your high-earned job to anybody, even when Mason brought it up to his family and friends you always wanted to become embarrassed by it, but of course, he never let you! After being together throughout your degree, he saw first-hand the amount of effort and dedication you put into it. The sweat, blood, and tears you went through together were all worth it as you held the piece of paper in your hand, smiling alongside Mason as he showed you just how proud he was of you... how proud he always is of you, for following your dreams and proving others wrong!

Placing his head on your shoulder, he hummed in the gap of your neck “Of course I do...” He replied without hesitation “All the boys know that my girl is the smartest, most beautiful girl in the whole world, they don’t even argue about it anymore cause what’s the point... they’ll never win!”

“Mason Tony Mount!” You gasped, ignoring the goosebumps rising on your arms after referring to you as ‘his girl’ & although you knew you were, it didn’t make the reaction to the two simple words any easier! “You don’t argue about me at work, do you?”

“I don’t anymore...” He smirked, the lazy smile you loved so much graced his lips as you looked at him with shock “As I said, they know they’ll never win...” Pulling your body back on his, so you were straddling him, he smiled up at you “I have loads of points of why you’re the best girl in Cobham, I could even argue to the world if you’d let me..”

“Mason, you can’t try and convince the lads that I’m better than their girlfriends...” You sighed, but couldn’t help the smile tugging on your lips at him for trying “All their girls are gorgeous, you know that...”

Sitting up slightly while you remained on top of him, he wrapped his arms around your neck gently tugging you to be eye level. He smirked as he placed a kiss on your nose “They’re not as immaculate as you though, are they?”

“Mase-“You sighed, rolling your eyes just to be interrupted again, as he moved to your cheek, placing his lips softly on it as they blushed under his touch “They don’t have your natural beauty in the morning...”

“How do you know?” You playfully gasped “Is there something you’re not telling me, Mount!”

“Shhhh!” He chuckled, pecking your lips to silence you “You’re ruining the moment...”

Listening to him you let him continue his trail of kisses as they went to your forehead “They don’t have your brains, your kindest, your warm heart...” Finishing his trail at your neck, he kissed up to your ear, whispering into it softly “And most importantly, they don’t have my heart... and until we have mini mounts running around in the house, you have all it...”

“Why are you so soppy in the morning...” You whispered, feeling tears gathering in your eyes as you rest your head on his “You make it so hard to leave...”

“That’s the plan, beautiful...” He smirked, giving you a tight squeezed hug “But in all seriousness, I love you... more than anything in the world!”

“Even more than kicking a ball round a field...” You teased, knowing that his passion was always your main enemy for his attention. His laughs echoed around the dimmed bedroom as he threw his head back “Yes darling, even more than kicking a ball around...”

For the first time that morning, the room fell silent as you both gazed into each other’s eyes and for a split second you forgot that you needed to leave, all you wanted was him! Your phone buzzed against the dressing table, but your eyes never left him “I think that’s your final cue to get up Honey...” Mason whispered, not wanting to ruin the enchanting trance you had both been put in.

Rolling out of his arms, you groaned throwing your head back on the pillow “I don’t want to leave you now...” Mason looked at you amused as he nudged his head towards your phone “Last chance for you to phone up ill and stay with me...” Tossing a stranded pillow towards him, you glared “Not going to happen handsome, so shut it...” Pecking one last kiss on his pouted lips, you finally left the bed making a beeline to the bathroom to get ready for the day till your boyfriend once again distracted you.

While you were in the shower, Mason reluctantly got out of bed too. Despite it being well past the time he’d usually get up on his day off, he felt way too guilty to let you rush around after he was the one stopping you. So being the good boyfriend he was, he decided to pack your work bag for you, making sure to pack your lunch as he prepared an early morning snack for you to eat on your travels.

“Here you go, m’lady...” He sang as you made your way into the kitchen, handing you your tote bag which had your lunch packed and ready to go along with your other work items, making your heart melt. Your hands lingered over the strap of the bag as you stared into dark brown eyes, mesmerized once again by his tired eyes and fluffy morning hair. “Earth to miss (y/ln) ...” Mason chuckled, causing your stare to be broken as you gratefully took it from him. “How are you so perfect!?!” You sighed, glancing into your bag to see he hadn’t missed a single thing “4 years together and I still haven’t found a single thing wrong with you!”

Walking you to the front door, he helped you into your coat specifically picking out the thickest and warmest one “You’ll have to keep looking” He chuckled, giving you a peck on the cheek “One thing about us mounts, we are born naturally perfect”

“What happened with Lew then!” You teased jokingly. After being together for so long you had grown extremely close with his family, specifically with his older brother, who you always joked was technically a part of your relationship seeing how much time he spent with the two of you since buying the new house.

“I’ll tell him that!” Mason laughed, opening the door for you to see it had just begun to rain “shoot! don’t forget this!” He leaned over to the counter where your umbrella was “Apparently the storm is going to be hard later... I need you to be safe!”

“Oh, I’m sure this cheap stick of plastic will do the trick...” You giggled, examining the poorly made umbrella “I’ll be in my car tho Mase, I won’t need it!” You tried to place it back down, but your resistant boyfriend stopped you, giving you a pleading look “You never know though, please take it... for me!” Your eyes rolled to the side as once again he used those words. Reluctantly, you placed it in your bag giving him a sarcastic smile “Happy now?” “Very!” He smirked, closing the gap between you both as he placed his lips to yours “I love you so fucking much!” Pulling apart slightly your breath fanned across his face “I love you too, so much...”

“Oh gosh look at the time!” He playfully gasped, after glancing at the landing clock “How are you so late!” Giving you a playful shove out the door as you turned to give him a deathly stare “Don’t blame me...” You hissed, turning your back to him as you walked towards your car “blame my needy, careless boyfriend!”

“He only cares about you!” He yelled back, a smile clear in his voice as you started your car. Looking in your rear mirror, your heart burst as you saw him in the same spot, wanting to see you safely leave the premise. You were just about to drive away when you saw his hands suddenly move up and down. Clueless at his actions, you waved back thinking that he just wanted to wave goodbye, but as you watched him shake his head you knew that wasn’t the reason. Pulling your window down, you popped out your head giving him a puzzled look “What’s up?”

“Have you got your brolly?” He questioned, causing a frustrating but mocking groan to leave your lips “You saw me put in my bag Mase!”

“I know what you’re like tho! You might out hide it secretly; I just want you to be safe!” Leaning back to your backseat, you pulled the stick out of your bag, hanging it out the window along with your head again “Here!” You yelled back to him, waving it around causing a big grin to form on his lips “Good girl...” He smirked, giving you a thumbs up.

“Don’t patronize me, Mount...” You joked, putting a finger up at him “I’ll chuck it at you in a minute!”

“Please don’t!” He laughed throwing his head back. “Now that’s sorted, can I go now to the job I was supposed to be at 10 minutes ago!”

“Wait!” He called back, disappearing for a second before returning with his jacket lazily thrown over his shoulders. Not giving you a minute to process what he was doing, he jogged over to your car, the sound of his sliders colliding with the wet gravel grating you a little before his head poked through your still-open window.

“What are you doing?” You spoke between giggles as his lips attacked your face in sloppy playful pecks. “Stay safe, okay? If the storm gets too bad come home early, please...” Normally you would have argued back with a playful dig but hearing the sincerity in his voice you knew he was being serious. Nodding your head, you smiled, threading your fingers through his now wet morning hair “I promise handsome, now please go back inside before I get the blame for making Chelsea��s best player ill before a derby!”

“I love you, have a good day at work!” He cheekily smiled, giving you one last kiss before leaving the car, not before hearing you repeat the words back to him. You hated mornings... always had done ever since you were little, but with him... they were a little more bearable! Giving him one last smile and quick wave, you finally headed to work, but like always that was the last thing you were thinking about... instead, it was how quickly you wanted to return home to him!

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As the day progressed, the rain came down harder, unsurprisingly just as Mason said! Your phone buzzed with messages of updates from your boyfriend, warning you of the weather like your own personal weatherman. Of course, you found the whole thing endearing, I mean who wouldn’t want a man as sweet as Mason protecting them, but when you were so close to finishing something that had taken up so much of your time it couldn’t help but bug you!

“Is that him again?” Your boss laughed in amusement, as your phone lit up beside you for the tenth time that hour. “I’m so sorry...” You sighed “He gets a little protective when it’s this weather, I’ll switch it off immediately- “Leaning over to your lit screen to switch it off, a gentle hand stopped you “Why don’t you go home to him?” She smiled at you, passing you your phone “You’ve worked so hard recently, doing everybody’s cover shifts and any possible overtime you can... everybody else is going home early... why don’t you do the same?”

“I don’t know (Your boss’s name) ...” You sighed, feeling the phone buzzing against your hand again “I’ve so nearly got this done, I don’t risk anything from getting the “

“Promotion” Your boss finished the sentence, a smirk on her face as you nodded your head. Sighing, she collected her things from her desk, getting ready to leave herself before the storm gets worst “Please get yourself home (y/n), especially before 7 pm that’s when it’s supposed to get bad...” “I will, I should be done in the next hour or so anyway...” You replied, giving her a weak smile as she squeezed your shoulders “Okay honey, stay safe & say hi to Mason for me!” Before she left the room, she spun back around “Oh & (y/n)”

“Yeah...” You hummed back, twiddling your pen in between your fingers.

“Don’t worry too much about the promotion!” Your boss smiled knowingly “I think you proved yourself worthy of the spot a long time ago!” Without another word, she left the room, allowing your head to spin. You didn’t realize how much time you had been trying to prove yourself at the firm, and of course, with that, you didn’t realize how much time you had wasted by not spending time with Mason! Your boss was right, you did deserve to spend a night in with him!

Glancing back down towards your phone, butterflies erupted in your tummy as you read his most recent text...

Mase

Missing you so much gorgeous, don’t stay there for too long... the storms getting bad & I need my warm hugs xx

Shooting him a quick reply back with a smile on your face, you made it your mission to finish as quickly as you could & just like everything you set your mind to you were good to go by the time it hit 6:45 pm! You didn’t care that your work might have been rushed or that you weren’t the last one in the office like you usually were, all you cared about was being home with your boyfriend!

You didn’t realize how bad the storm was until you stepped outside for the first time since the morning. Leaves twirled around the air as the rain dropped down into the soaked pavement. The door of the building continued to swing behind you as you quickly sprinted to your car, Mason always teased you that the only way to get your running was the rain & free food and although you always defended yourself, it was times like this that you knew he was right!

Finally getting into your car, you through your bag to its usual place on your back seat while your hands worked quickly to switch the heating on, but when your car engine didn’t hum like normal, and your heating suctions didn’t blow out hot air you knew you were in trouble “Shit... no, no, no!” You groaned as you continued to tap the small heating button but there was no use, your car was one and truly dead “Why is it always me...” You sighed, hitting your head gently against the wheel as you processed your current options, weighing up that it was out of two... stay put in your office and wait for the storm to hopefully pass or call Mason for help! Deciding that the only possible option was the second one, you whipped out your phone, immediately dialing his number...

Not even letting the phone ring once, he picked up “Hello beautiful, everything okay? You on your way back yet?”

“Not quite...” You giggled nervously, looking forward at the aggressive rain hitting your windscreen “I may have a little problem”

“What’s happened?” He quickly replied. You didn’t need to see him know he was already sat up, ready to face the problem that you were having despite even knowing what it was.

“I don’t know if it’s the pile of rain falling or what, but my car won’t start...” You sighed, frustrated that once again your time with him was being wasted “I was going to head back inside but I don’t think anyone else is in & I’ve left my keys in the office... would you be able to pick me up please?”

“Of course, I can honey...” He responded without hesitation, the sound of rustling is heard in the background “You stay right there okay? I won’t be long”

Feeling a little guilty for ‘ruining’ his evening you sighed, “Thank you, Mase, I’m sorry if I was disturbing anything”

“Oh don’t be silly you don’t have to apologize, I wasn’t doing anything interesting anyway” He laughed, locking the door behind him as he braced the ongoing storm himself “If it means getting to see you quicker, I would drop anything and everything...”

“You’re my hero, Mase honestly..” You smiled against the phone “I don’t know what I’d do without you..”

“Get on the bus maybe” Mason teased, as he started the engine causing you to roll your eyes “Well my damsel in distress I won’t be long, stay put and wait there, okay? I Love you”

“Love you too, Mase. Thank you!” Hanging up the phone, you through your head back closing your eyes as the rain fell around the shell of your car. You loved this weather when the sky freely cried, and the world got a refresh, although being out in it wasn’t always ideal. Guilt began to trip your mind as you thought about forcing Mason out of the house, and although your work wasn’t that far from your home in Cobham, it still wasn’t ideal to drive to.

“Fuck it...” You muttered, grabbing your bag from the back seat and your car keys, you zipped your coat fully up before getting out of the car “If he has to drive to get me, the least I can do is meet him halfway...” Of course, it wasn’t the smartest idea in the world, and Mason would probably kill you for leaving the ‘warmth’ of your car for that reason, but you didn’t care if it meant him not driving too far and you getting to see him sooner!

For the first couple of minutes, you let the heavy falls of rain and hail shower you, giving you your very own detox before you remembered the umbrella Mason forced you to take “How does he think of everything?” You spoke to yourself with a smirk on your face as you pulled the stick out, instantly feeling better as the rain rolled off the sheet of cotton instead of you!

You didn’t know how long it was until you saw his black merc roll along the street in front of you, a wash of relief flooding you as you thought of the warmth of his car invading you. Mason couldn’t believe his eyes as he spotted a young girl walking carelessly on the pavement, thinking to himself who in their right mind would walk in the weather but as he got closer and recognized your brown locks floating in the autumn air he knew it could only ever be one person!

Pulling up beside you, he pulled down his window catching you slightly off guard as he popped his head ever so slightly “What the hell happened to stay put?!?” He laughed as you shrug your shoulders “I got bored..”

“Of course, you did!” Mason smiled, nodding his head towards the passenger side “Are you getting in missus, or are you enjoying your rainy walks?” Not even having the energy to shoot a snarky reply, you ran to the other door immediately hopping into the warmth of his car, causing him to throw his head back in a low chuckle. Pulling the window slightly you shook the water off your umbrella, not realizing the teasing look your boyfriend was giving you until you turned back around “What?” You questioned as he raised his eyebrow at you. “What did you say about that cheap lump of metal again?” He smirked, knowing once again he was right.

“Shut up...” You giggled, reaching over to his heater to warm your frozen hands “I wouldn’t have had to use it if it wasn’t for my shit car! The one time I desperately needed it, it let me down... unbelievable.”

“I warned you about that as well..” He laughed, remembering the high amount of times he had told you to get a new car, even willing to buy you a new one himself but every time you dismissed him telling him there was nothing wrong with it. Noticing the glare you were giving him, he quickly refrained his comment “But we’re not getting into that right now, are we sugar?”

“no where not!” You jokingly rolled your eyes, leaning slightly over to him “It’s a good job my boyfriend is always reliable isn’t it?”

“He sounds like a great man..” Mase teased, his cheeks unconsciously turning pink at your comment.

“He’s the best...” You breathed out reaching out to pull him in a hug “Honestly Mason, thank you for this! I know you always say you’d do anything for me but that doesn’t mean I should take you for granted... you don’t know how much this all means to me!”

Letting you fall awkwardly in his arms due to the gear stick between you, he sighed “You never take me for granted honey, I adore you more than anything in the world... I’d travel way further than this if it meant getting you safely home! Trust me, I’d do so much more than this” His hands brushed along your arms, allowing him to feel your soaked-through coat which wasn’t providing you much heat now “How about you take that off, eh? It’s not doing any good for that cold you’re bound to get!” He suggested, already helping your arms out of it.

“I only have my blouse underneath tho mase...” You giggled, feeling the cold even more now it was off “This isn’t that practical either!”

“Here take my sweater!” Mason smiled, not hesitating to take it off.

“No Mase please don’t..” You pleaded “I don’t want you to get ill as well, please keep it on.” But it was too late, before you could even get all your words out the thick hoodie was off his body and onto yours. “What are you going to wear now?” You sighed in contentment as his hoodie shielded you from the cold. “Don’t worry about that darling...” He smirked, pulling out one of his training jackets from the back of the car “I always come prepared! That’s why I also brought you this...” Along with his jacket, he also pulled out one of your old thick blankets, causing your heart to melt “I thought you might need this to keep you warm till we are at home, I know the journeys are not that long and my hugs are way better than that old, tatted thing but it’ll do!”

You couldn’t get words out as you stared into his dark brown eyes, only finding the look of love and sincerity in them. “Are you okay darling?” Mason asked, noticing the tears brimming your eyes as you tried to get the words out. Shaking your head, you let the tears flow out “I don’t deserve you...” You sobbed dramatically, knowing that you were slightly overreacting but after a long tiring day, he couldn’t judge you!

“Oh, princess..” He cooed, wrapping an arm around you. He knew he didn’t have to say much when you were like this, all you needed was some form of his touch to calm you down “How about we get you home eh? And then we can swap that blanket for a proper hug...”

“That sounds good...” You sniffled, pulling away from him slightly so he could start the engine. But like always your hand remained in his, and that’s how it stayed till you arrived home. The drive home was a quiet one, the radio being the only sound as you both sat in your content bubble. Once you were pulled up in your driveway, Mason squeezed your hand tight, shooting you a tired smile “You ready to brace this storm again...”

Reflecting his smile, you nodded “together?” Not replying straight away, he opened his door running around to your side as he clipped off your seatbelt, lifting you out as you held the blanket of the two of your heads “Always!”

With his approval, you both sprinted to the front door, not even caring about the neighbor’s future noise complaints as your squeals and laughter mixed in with the sound of thunder. It was times like this that made you realise just how lucky you were, not by having a well-paid job or living in a million-pound mansion but by living this crazy life with your soulmate! & that means so much more than the amount of money you had or how stable the roof on top your head was...

Once you were safely inside, you both immediately got changed into a matching pair of Christmas pajamas, ones that were conveniently from your first year spent with him on the holiday! Just like he promised, the old blanket was swapped for a comfier one, and more importantly his arms “Mhmm... Your so warm..” You sighed as you relaxed into his arms, glancing up at him as he switched on your favorite office episode. “warmer than your blanket...” He smirked, pulling you closer to him as you placed your hands onto his cheeks, pulling him to a soft kiss “Much warmer!”

No matter how many times he held your body close to his, no matter how many times he kissed your lips, it always felt the same way... like he was home... & it was that moment he realized home isn’t a place... it’s a person.

& that’s always been you!

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Reviving Love

Jason Todd x Reader Chapters AO3

Chapter 10

Oh, my life is changing every day, in every possible way…

When Jason approached your door he heard that familiar song that brought back two vivid memories.

The first memory was the day he was supposed to help the art club paint the background for the school play. When he had walked into the auditorium with a basket of supplies, Bruce had insisted he bring it, and the song had been blaring full blast with a chorus of out-tune voices singing long. Yours’ among them. As he approached the stage, he finally saw you. You were knelt next to a huge wood tree, paintbrush in hand, and singing along to the lyrics.

And, oh, my dreams, it’s never quite as it seems—Never quite as it seems

He remembered suddenly feeling flush and stumbling to get all the words out of his mouth. All at once, he just found you so incredibly pretty.

The second time he had heard that song was his first year of high school, the autumn right before he died. It was homecoming and, after some begging since he was technically grounded, Bruce had let him go. Jason made a point not to tell you so it could be a surprise when he showed up. He found you standing off to the side looking heartbroken. When your eyes met it felt like one of those stupid high school romance movies. Where the room stopped and was drowned in a pink light with roses. When you kissed him he remembered how your breath smelled like cinnamon and your eyes sparkling in the lights.

Now, as he stood at your front door, he felt that same rush of feelings that made everything dizzy. Luckily, when you answered it brought back some of the senses he had lost while reminiscing. As you welcomed him in, the song still played.

I know I’ve felt like this before, but now I’m feelin’ it even more—Because it came from you...

“I’m sorry,” You said, walking past him to turn off the speaker. “I was a little lost in my tunes.”

“No worries, I like that song,” Jason admitted.

You turned to him, smiling. “You do?”

“Yup. I…danced with my prom date to that song.” It was a stretch of the truth, but the last thing he wanted was to connect the dots any further.

“Oh! I danced with my homecoming date to that song, too! I guess it’s pretty popular at school functions,” You laughed and motioned him to the kitchen.

That had been the first time you had referred to him, well the younger him anyway. When he entered the kitchen, you were leaning over a pot of some boiling pasta. Next to it was some sauce that he could only assume you had made from scratch with all the spices, herbs, and other things cluttering the counter.

“Do you mind trying some of this?” You asked, turning to look at him with a spoon in your hand.

Nodding, he stepped closer and put his lips to the spoon. It was awful, and he found it hard to tell you it sucked—Unfortunately, his face gave away his feelings. You laughed and it was beautiful.

“I admit, I’m not the greatest of cooks,” You said, putting the spoon down. “Do you cook?”

“I do, so maybe I could give you some pointers?”

You grinned. “Please?”

Everything you did was so sweet, and he was sure you weren’t even doing it on purpose. With every mistake you made or everyone he made, you laughed it off. You made the whole situation of essentially being the worst cook ever into something fun. You were kind enough to open your home to him, the worst person alive.

You were inching another forkfull of pasta towards his mouth, and, before he even entertained the idea of taking a bite, he said, “You know, if you keep feeding me, I’ll just keep coming back.”

The way you smiled gave away that he had said something good. Bashfully, you responded, “Well, what if I was trying to do that? Have you come back, I mean.”

Instead of saying anything, Jason took a bite of the pasta as he wiggled his eyebrows up and down at you. You took the hint and looked away so he wouldn’t see your blush. As you stirred the pasta a few more times, you wondered if he could hear how loud your heart was beating. You felt like an awkward teenager again.

“Um, we should eat,” You said, not sure what else to do as you moved around Jason to get to the bowls in the cabinet. “Or else I’ll be spending all night forking food into your mouth.”

“I wouldn’t complain—Hold on, let me get those,” He said, reaching above you to grab the bowls on the top shelf. He put one hand on the counter next to you, encasing you in, and pressing right up against your back to reach for the plate. As you sucked in a breath, you could smell him. Jason smelled of cigarette smoke and mint, an odd but welcoming combination.

As he put the bowls down, Jason stopped as you turned around. He hadn’t realized just how close you were, only mere inches from your lips, and he could have swooped down to seal in his feelings. Yet, he didn’t. You looked up through your lashes, eyes going to his lips, but made no move to kiss him.

“I should…” You trailed off, hoping he would do something.

A quick image flashed in Jason’s mind, one with you bent over the counter and him whispering just how pretty you were into your ear. As soon as the image came into his mind, he backed off. Smacking his face lightly when he turned away, he pulled his thoughts from his little head. He couldn’t get over how shallow it was to think of you in such a way, especially when couldn’t take that final step. It was too much, and he was terrified to be a disappointment to you since he had little to no experience.

You didn’t let him get away this time, though. You stepped around him, your fingers gingerly pushing his cheek to look at you, before stepping closer to him. He could feel your body press against his, and he had to think of every disgusting thing he had ever seen to not get hard. He tried focusing on the music he had insisted you turn on. This time, you looked down at his lips and then back up at his eyes, wanting him to know how you felt.

“I know,” You began, and Jason could smell just how sweet you were. “You want to take things slow, and I respect it—but, please, don’t tease me like this.”

“I…” Jason tried to find some excuse, but he couldn’t. Quickly, he said, “I’m sorry.”

You grinned, leaning up to press a ghost of a kiss to his cheek. “I hope this is okay?”

“Yes,” He breathed.

You smiled as you pulled away just enough to remember himself. You reached up, eyes not breaking away from his to make sure no lines were being crossed, to fix a bit of his shirt that had become wrinkled. “Do you think I’ll bite?”

“Maybe, can never be too sure in this city.”

You giggled. “I promise you I won’t. Unless you ask.”

Jason smiled and he saw you blush. He could do this, he thought, he could be with you. Maybe, he could figure out how to be good enough for you, too. In the background, he could hear Dreams playing again.

Then I open up and see the person falling here is me—A different way to be.

#jason todd #red hood #jason todd x reader #romance #bruce wayne #jason todd fanfiction #batfamily #jason todd x you #red hood x reader #jason todd red hood #jason todd needs a hug #jason todd x fem!reader #jason todd x y/n #jason todd fic #batfam #nightwing #alfred pennyworth #dick grayson

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Another child? [d. djarin]

word count: 1.1k (is this even a drabble??)

content/warnings: daughter & father relationship after a bit, mini Ahsoka mention (i had to), din being softer than usual bc grogu softened him up 😭, a sprinkle of angst. Italics means flashback, gif not mines, not proofread :)

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“I can bring you in warm, or I can bring you in cold.” The Mandalorian said to his daily bounty. He’s a busy man and he needed those credits now that he has a small someone to take care of. This bounty though seemed…a bit younger than usual. “Seems fun” You said with all the calm in the world.

“You’ve got 10 seconds before I end this conversation.”

“You could try but I want to get this over with.”

Mando sighed as he gripped your arm harshly. “Let’s go kid. I’m not here to play games.” “Kid? I’ll have you know I’m a grown adult thank you very much,” You said with the best “adult” voice you’ve had. You’ve been on the run after your entire world fell apart. You learned to adapt to your surroundings and environment. It’s a cruel world, galaxy even, so you’ve learned to not be the child you actually are. Mando sighed again as he threw her in the ship. “Well, wow. This is a humble abode.”

“It’s not that impressive. It still works perfectly even though it's probably thousands of years old. Just sit down and be quiet, kid. I’m actually being generous.”

“That's probably the coolest thing you’ve said this entire time.”

Mando stayed silent as he punched in the locations. He had a sad and weird feeling that you were not the adult you say you are. He didn’t exactly want to bring you in, for someone else to potentially hurt you. The mandalorian spoke up, “Well, you don’t see many..smart..bounties, like you, kid. Most end up dying from stress.”

“D’aww you called me smart! I’m so honored” You said sarcastically. It's one of the only ways you have survived all these years, or at least how you survived for the little years you lived. “You must really like sarcasm huh?” “Oh I love sarcasm.”

The Mandalorian continued, “Now tell me…why were you taken in as a bounty? You don’t seem too much of a criminal.”

“Well….Since I was so depressed about…something personal that happened when I was younger, I kind of had a “villain arc” you could say but..I’ve changed. Still sad about it though.” You answered sadly while reminiscing about your past. It all felt like yesterday. “Someone..killed my mother. The only piece of family I’ve had.”

It was a normal day, you were around 8 when it happened. You and your mother were collecting your daily food at the market because everyone was fleeing for their lives. The empire was about to harm everyone and everything that comes in their way, and your planet blocked their view. Your mother on the other hand though, was as calm as you grew up to be. After that, both of you rush outside to see the sky reddened. Your mother crouched down to match the height of you.

“Dear, I love you. You know that right?” She smiled sadly. “I know, Mama.” You say somber, knowing what was about to come next. A bomb, not too far from you and your mother blew up on the ground. Everyone was panicking, trying to evacuate but you really didn’t care. All you cared about was your mother. “Baby, please. Promise me you’ll take care of yourself, find someone that’ll protect you, please be safe,” she said, tears glistening in her eyes. “I will, Mama, don’t worry. Maybe we can find eachother again!” A tear ran down your small cheek as your mother wiped it away. “I hope so.”

A sympathetic look crossed the Mandalorian’s face. Out of all people he definitely knew what it was like to lose a loved one. “I know how difficult that is. I lost mine when I was just a boy. Are you still struggling with your loss though?” Mando sounded softer than usual, he wasn’t as big and bad as he was when he first met her.

“I am…and I’m still so young. Everything happened so fast. I like to act older than I am because It makes me forget about the past. I am actually just a kid.” “I understand. Life can change on the whim of a moment. But, kid, don’t hide your inner child. The galaxy needs some more happiness in it.”

You nod as you stare at your hands, wishing you were stronger and that you were actually able to save your mother. You clench your hands in worry, and in anger. Mando notices this and felt bad for you. “Is..everything okay? Is there something you want to share with me?” “No….it’s alright. I’m alright,” you say sadly while playing with the small ring on your finger, the one your mother gave you. “Look, I’m sorry for your loss, kid. I know you’re trying to stay safe for your sake but holding in that pain isn’t the right answer.”

“I know it’s just…I’m not sure how to talk about my feelings really. I’ve been keeping it all in my entire life.” Mando had a small idea, (eureka /j), something that would protect this young one, and control her stress. “I know just the person to help you with that. A Jedi who guided me through struggles of my own loss. You should find her someday. She can help you kid, I know it.” “Yea…but I’m not Jedi material..plus I don’t want to be one. I think it’d just give me even more stress. They probably wouldn’t be able to handle my sarcasm either” You chuckled. “You’re stuck with me now anyway, Metal man.”

Mando sighed, “So be it.” You smiled a small grin. “So what can I call you anyway?”

“People call me Mando. It’s something I was sworn to be. I have dedicated my life to serve the clan of Mandalore.” “Woah! So your a Mandalorian? That’s so cool!” You said fairly quickly. “I’m just..alive, I guess. Sometimes I wish I was cool,” you sighed as you stared at your ring. “You are pretty cool, kid. Don’t let your past define who you are, you define that, and what future you will have. What will it be,” Mando said, actually curious.

You stayed silent as you thought to yourself. “Find someone who will protect you,” your mother had once told you. You are only 13 now, and have nowhere else to go anymore. You couldn’t survive on your own. The Mandalorian is the only one who could protect you now. “Could I maybe…stay here?”

Mando looked back at her in shock, why would she want to stay here? He thought but she was only a child, he couldn’t just abandon her. He had the same choice with Grogu and he’s like a son to him now. He patted her head, unsure of what to do. “Sure, kid. I promise I'll protect you. We’ll have other adventures also. How does that sound?”

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#mandalorian #din djarin #starwars #star wars drabble #din djarin drabble #child!reader #fluff #angst #fanfiction #star wars fanfiction #din djarin fluff #mandalorian fluff #mandalorian x child!reader #mandalorian imagines #star wars imagines #imagines #blurbs

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 8 months

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Ok so this happened 6 years ago now. For background I had a friend I’ll call Sarah (F20 at the time), who I have been best friends with for almost 10 years. We knew each other super well and hung out all of the time, but because we went to different undergrad universities, we hung out the most in the summer. At her university, she made lots of friends, and one was this very outgoing, overly-friendly, boisterous guy who I will call Ted (M20 at the time). He was one of those people who poured compliments onto people and honestly also acted pretty unhinged. Kind of a hypnotic person to be around. Since Ted and Sarah hung out so often and became so close, I started to hang out with him too and thought of him as a friend.

Near the end of my junior year of undergrad, Ted came to my university to hang out with me a bit and also see his old high school friend Brandon (M20 at the time). I didn’t know Brandon, but thought I’d join them for lunch. After meeting him and hanging out, we all began to hang out more that summer. Sarah, Ted, Brandon and I would meet up a lot and honestly do some really fun stuff.

It became apparent that Ted had a huge long-term crush on Brandon. But Brandon did not have those types of feeling back. Brandon is also bisexual but just didn’t feel that way towards Ted. It actually made him visibly uncomfortable with Ted would come onto him, but he seemed to push past it because they were close friends, had been through so much together, and he genuinely enjoyed being in this group.

As the summer progressed, Brandon and I became close. We hung out more and more one-on-one and honestly I really started to feel attracted to him. After my boyfriend and I broke up, Brandon asked me out soon after.

When we told Ted and Sarah one night that Brandon and I had started dating, Ted ran out of the house seriously upset. He wouldn’t respond to us and Sarah said he would calm down eventually. We all left and it was awkward. The next day Sarah had talked to Ted and it was apparent that they were both really upset with Brandon and I - especially me for some reason. They said what we did was hurtful and they thought I was being irresponsible. I tried to talk with them and figure out how to fix the friendship, but they wouldn’t talk to me.

One day, Sarah finally agreed to go on a walk with me. She explained that Ted was really upset and felt betrayed and hurt and she thought maybe eventually he would heal from it. But he never did. And Sarah, after almost a decade of friendship, would not return my texts or calls.

Fast forward 6 years later - Sarah and Ted still have not tried to reach out, even though I’ve apologized multiple times and tried to get them to talk with me. Things got a bit complicated more by COVID, but even so it’s been minimal response. I feel like I was booted out for no good reason and feel extremely hurt that my best friend dropped me so suddenly for this other friend. It really hurt to lose them, and I am still very confused by the extreme reaction.

And Brandon and I are still together. We’re getting married soon and I love him very much. It’s weird that Sarah won’t be at the wedding because as teenagers I would tell her that she would be my maid of honor. Feels like a big hole now that will never get filled or repaired.

Anyways, I wanted to get a consensus on if I was the asshole here. Obviously it doesn’t feel like it to me - I feel confused and hurt. Mostly by Sarah because I wasn’t as close to Ted.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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tommyshelbyswh0re · 2 years

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“whatever you want”

heatbreak high- dusty x reader (female)

summary- you and dusty hooked up a year ago and he ignored you after, the past comes back when the incest map is revealed.

warning- SMUT SMUT SMUT 18+

what the fuck. how do they know all of this.

y/n - blowjob to spider

- handjob to ant

-shagged dusty

for one, you had never ever touched spencer. never. you wouldn’t even dream of it. and ant? well that was sort of true but it literally lasted all of 10 seconds.

however, you did shag dusty. about a year ago and afterwards he was a dick to you so yous haven’t really spoken since.

“you shagged y/n?” spider shouted to dusty causing you to turn round and glare at him. you see, you were a very private person and mainly stuck to yourself. you didn’t have drama with anybody you just liked your own company.

“shut up spider. your just jealous because i wouldn’t piss on you if you were on fire” you snapped. spencer had tried to sleep with you in the past but you were having none of it.

“oh really? because according to this map we got very close” he had such a smug look on his face.

“piss off spencer” you held your middle finger up at him.

after that there was a whole assembly about the events. you had later found out that it was infact amerie who made the map. honestly, you couldn’t give a fuck. so what? we’ve all had sex with eachother oh well. you were then told you all had to join a programme called SLTs. it was to teach you about respecting eachother and yourselves. you just sighed and put your head down.

the next day after school was the cemetery party. you went with darren, amerie and quinni and got separated pretty fast. you were to busy searching through the cooler of alcohol to realise dusty had snook up behind you.

“we’ve ran out of tequila if that’s what your looking for” he said, making you jump.

“shit” you placed your hand over your heart. “don’t sneak up in me like that” you looked his way before resuming your search.

“can we talk?” dusty asked.

“about what?” you asked.

“a year ago”

“what about it?” you played dumb.

“cmon y/n you know what i’m talking about”

“oh when you took my virginity and then freaked out on me and avoided me like the plague” he looked down guiltily.

“yeah” he cringed. “about that, look i’m sorry. i was an asshole but i didn’t know what to say when you told me you were a virgin afterwards. i thought you’d get clingy because it meant something to you”

“well if you thought it meant something to me you shouldn’t have avoided me and made me think i did something wrong. and by the way, it didn’t. i wasn’t expecting you to commit to me jesus christ” you rolled your eyes.

“look you did nothing wrong okay? it was good i just didn’t know what to do in that situation and panicked” he said looking you in the eye whilst grabbing your hand. all of a sudden someone warned everyone that police were heading your way so yous both ran. after you got over the gate, he grabbed your hand and started to pull you with him.

“where a we going?” you asked.

“my house” he said simply. he was still walking at a fast pace.

“why?”

“to carry on this conversation” he looked back.

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you had gotten to his house and was sat on his bed. “i’ve not been here since that night” you smiled.

“it’s not changed much?” he asked for your opinion.

you stood up and started walking round his room looking at things. “i wouldn’t notice. didn’t really get a tour last time.” you joked. you felt his appearance behind you and turned around to look at him.

“i really am sorry y/n. before that night we were friends and i messed that up aswell” he shook his head.

“dusty, don’t worry about it. i’m over it” you smiled at him.

“okay” he took slow steps forwards until your back was against the desk in his room. he place his hand on either side of you on the desk so you were trapped.

“what are you doing?” you questioned whilst your heart was beating through your chest.

“a do-over” he smirked and leant in, nudging your nose with his. after a couple of seconds of him do that, you got frustrated and smashed your lips against his. you wrapped your arms around his neck and he resting his on your waist. your tongues were wrestling for dominance and eventually he won. you pushed your hands against his shoulders to push backwards towards his bed, once he was sat in the edge of his bed, you straddled his lap. breaking the kiss, he gripped the back of your hair to pull your head back and instantly peppered kissed along your neck making you moan.

his hands grasped your ass. you broke his kisses on your neck you life up your shirt. you didn’t wear a bra. “fuck” he whispered staring at your boobs. you lifted his face with your hands and kissed him again whilst simultaneously unbuttoning his shirt.

once his shirt was unbuttoned you kissed down his chest until you were on your knees in front of him. “can i?” you said looking into his eyes to which he nodded very quickly. you unzipped his fly and reached into his underwear pulling out his hard dick. you licked your way up the vein on the underside of his dick that went from the bottom all the way to the head. once you got to the head, you swirled your tongue around it and wrapped your lips around the top, using your hand to work the rest. “fuck. i need more y/n” he moaned. you spat on his cock and gradually took more into your mouth until you gagged. you then rocked your head up and down his dick. he eventually got sick of your agonising pace and held your head whilst he mouth fucked you. this made you gag multiple times but you pulled through. you could feel he was about to come so you tapped his hand in order to let him know to stop.

once he did, you stood up taking off your pants and underwear . he stood up aswell and turned you so your back was facing the bed and he was infront of you. he pushed you down and climbed on top on top of you with one of his legs inbetween yours. he kissed you and and grinded his now bare leg up and down your pussy. you moaned aloud. “fuck dusty” you whispered in between kissed. he turned you around and kissed down your spine. he pulled you onto your knees so you were in doggy. he kissed your ass cheeks individually and then licked a stripe from your clit to your asshole and dipped two fingers into your dripping wet cunt. “wow” you whispered. “you like that?” he asked you bending down to your ear. you moaned in response. he curved his fingers which made him continuously hit your g-spot. you scream out. “fuck fuck fuck” you moaned. he sped up. “im gonna cum” you warned him. “come on y/n” he encouraged and you released all over him. “jesus christ” you whimpered.

“we aren’t done yet” he smirked. he lined himself up with your entrance and slowly pushed in causing you to sigh. “shit” he moaned. “so fucking wet” he said under his breath but you heard it. you arched your back and put your arms forward to grip his pillows and he gradually fucked you harder and faster. he leant forward and gripped your wrists behind your back. “dusty” you moaned his name multiple times. all you could hear was your skin connecting as you started to push backwards to meet his thrusts. “you feel so fucking good y/n” he lifted a hand off your wrists and slapped your ass. “im going to cum again” you warned him. “let go y/n” and you did. but you weren’t expecting to squirt. “oh my fucking god” you screamed in relief. he then pulled out pumping his cock a few times and came on your ass. “fucking hell” he whispered in disbelief.

he let go of your wrists allowing you to fall forward so you were face down completely flat on the bed. he collapsed at the side of you and looked at you worriedly when he saw your face in the crook of your elbow.

“hey are you alright?” he asked with concern laced in his tone.

you held up a finger asif to tell him one minute. “let me just lay here for a sec” you laughed causing him to laugh with you.

“i did not think you were a squirter” he rubbed his hand up and down your back.

“neither did i” you finally looked at him. “that’s never happened before” you told him.

“well hopefully i can do that to you again?” he asked.

“you can do anything you want to me after that” you smiled.

#heartbreak high #dusty #smut #dusty reid x reader

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Jamie Dornan in ‘The Fall’ / HELEN SLOANE/NETFLIX

Jamie Dornan reveals Fifty Shades fame led to a 'stalker-type' situation

"The more I can block that out, the better it is for me and family," he said.

Though he generally manages to fly under the radar, Jamie Dornan has had to deal with a potentially dangerous fan in the past.

Dornan, 41, rose to international fame when he played billionaire-with-specific-sexual-tastes Christian Grey in the Fifty Shades of Grey trilogy. And while the films opened some doors for him, they also put him in the path of some unhinged fans.

While speaking with British paper The Independent, Dornan revealed that the fame and rumors surrounding the franchise led to a disturbing encounter. “I’ve been involved in situations where it’s impacted my family," he said.

I had a situation... a stalker-type situation before Covid. That was f-ing scary. Someone turned up at my house when my kids were there. It was not something... The more I can block that out, the better it is for me and the family.

Dornan also addressed ongoing conspiracy theories that he and Grey costar Dakota Johnson have a secret relationship and family (in reality, Dornan has been married to Amelia Warner since 2013, with whom he shares three children).

I tried to put walls up around [the fans], to really try and not let that in. I’m pretty good at just blocking any of the noise associated with whatever fandom is – not letting it affect me, or more importantly my family.

Jamie Dornan in 'Fifty Shades Freed’ / EVERETT COLLECTION

His time in the Fifty Shades franchise was marked by boffo box office combined with behind-the-scenes strife, largely due to author E.L. James' differing creative vision from original director Sam Taylor-Johnson. But Dornan also revealed that his past history as a model meant he was often only considered for romantic heroes like Christian Grey in his early days as an actor.

“All I’d ever get to audition for was, you know, ‘the count who comes in on a f-ing horse and ravages the woman’,” he remembered. “I’d come from modeling, so I thought those were the only types of roles I was going to do."

The opposite has proved true with Dornan playing everything from a serial killer on The Fall to a lovestruck himbo in Barb and Star Go to Vista Del Mar to a dad fighting to keep his family together during the Irish "troubles" in Belfast. He's hoping to avoid projects that might bring him the level of notoriety of Fifty Shades in the future.

Jamie in ‘Barb and Star Go To Vista Del Mar’ / CATE CAMERON/THE CW

"There’s never going to be anything like Fifty Shades again," he said. "It felt very much like its own thing, particularly because it focused in and around sex. But there are obviously other jobs that bring insane scrutiny, like superhero stuff, or f--ing James Bond – any of that stuff. I’ve done pretty well to avoid that sort of s-- so far."

Though he also doesn't rule out the possibility of finding himself in a project of that nature at some point. “I think if you’re an actor of a certain standing, who has a certain sort of recognition, you’re going to be in those conversations,” he noted. "I’m not saying I’d never do anything super high-profile again, or a big [intellectual property] with all eyes on it. I probably will. But I’m also really happy with where I’m at right now."

"I can live a pretty normal life for the most part," he concluded. "I can sit on the Tube and I’m fine. I’m an ambitious person, and I have a fire under me, but in the last 10 years or so, I’ve realized I don’t want big peaks all the time. That doesn’t interest me. I’m happy to keep ticking over as I am, then one day just disappear and play golf for the rest of my life."

Jamie in ‘Belfast’ / ROB YOUNGSON/FOCUS FEATURES

Remember how the Belfast stars probably compared notes?

#Tait rhymes with hat #Good times #EW #31 December 2023 #Stalking #Fan delusions #Thanks sunsetmagic85

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redbullcateringfiction · 10 months

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Chapter 2 -

Cantata

Arabella is the executive assistant for Mercedes Team Principal Toto Wolff. 10 years into her career, it looks like the tide is changing, and she's beginning to question her relationship with him. Is it something more, or nothing but an idea lingering in her head?

F/M, Fluff, Boss/Employee Relationship, Romance, Pining, Love, Slow Burn

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“How long have you been with Mercedes?” Mr. Wolff asked me.

“2 years at this point,” I nodded.

“And prior to that?”

“I was a personal assistant for an acting agent at United Agents,” I answered. “Prior to that, I received a Level 5 executive assistant diploma and project management diploma at Souters in the Netherlands.”

“What languages are you fluent in?”

“German, Dutch, Arabic, English, and French,” I explained.

“Arabic…that’s helpful,” he nodded.

“Yes. There was a continuous call for an executive assistant in the marketing department who spoke Arabic when I first applied here. I thought I’d be a good fit.”

“You only have 5 years’ experience at this point, and only 2 in Formula 1. Would you be prepared to take on the level of responsibility that this comes with?”

“With all due respect, Mr. Wolff, I’ve made it through 5 rounds of interviews and 4 exams. I have yet to fail a single one. This might just be what I was made for.”

Mr. Wolff looked up from his note pad and smirked. He seemed to think for just a moment, and then looked me in my eyes. “I agree. Can you start next week?”

“There’s a 90-day trial period when you first begin. If we decide to proceed, you’ll sign a formal employment contract for this role. If we don’t, returning to your role in Marketing will still be an option. If this role re-opens, you can re-apply in a year. Do you understand?” The HR manager asked me.

“Yes,” I nodded.

“Do you mind if I say something…off the record so to speak?” He asked.

“No, no problem. Go ahead,” I nodded.

“This will be very hard. And you’re quite young. What, 25? You’ve been here for 2 seasons. We’ve only really been this team, like this at least, for 3 seasons. This will only continue to get harder. With Haug gone, we’ve got this new guy. You’re not just his assistant, you’re going to act like his curator with everyone else. You’re going to be the one really driving this connection. Afterall, you’re the one who plans every step of the day. If you leave during those 90 days, you get to take home 50% of your salary to keep you from going to another team. If you leave after 6 months, you get to take home 100% of the salary for a whole year. I’m just saying, you won’t struggle if you get tired of this.”

I thought for a moment. Was he telling me to leave or was he telling me I could? Was this a warning or a recommendation?

“Thanks,” I answered. I picked up my new badge off the desk. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“It’s the end of the 90 days, Ms. Lazaar,” Mr. Wolff said, sitting me down at his desk. “Let’s have a talk.”

I could feel my forehead dripping beads of sweat. I hadn’t been perfect. Not at all. But I’d been pretty darn close. I have no clue what the threshold is for failure. That’s not something I was entirely used to. Executive assistants frequently find themselves doing this for years. If this didn’t work out, I don’t know if I would want to go back to marketing. I had spent the past 3 months in different countries, watching races from the pit practically. I experienced Formula 1 at a level I never imagined. Going back to sitting at a desk answering phone calls wouldn’t cut it anymore. This felt like it. And there’s only so many teams. There are only so many jobs just like this with my skillset. If this didn’t work out…well…I’d probably be at a bank by next year.

“How do you think you’ve done?” He asked. I hated questions like these. What was the point? You already know how I’ve done.

“I think I’ve done well. I haven’t been perfect. The first two weeks were hard, but after that settling in was easy,” I explained, with a small white lie about the ease. Nothing about this was easy.

“Easy?”

“I may have been bluffing,” I quickly gave up. He chuckled in response. Suddenly the air felt much lighter. My nerves suddenly subsided. I blotted my forehead with a tissue.

“Do you feel close to burning out at all?”

Yes. “No.”

“Was that a bluff?”

Okay, maybe I had been a bit emphatic with that no. And perhaps a bit dramatic with my thinking. “A little. This isn’t easy. This is hard. This is tiring. But I like it. I think I might even love it. I enjoy it. Sacrificing a few hours of sleep makes this worth it,” I answered.

“Well, I can tell you enjoy it. I think you’ve done a great job. I’m excited to see what you do with the rest of your tenure here at Mercedes,” He smiled, passing me an official hiring contract. I signed it with no second thoughts.

I looked down at my Tinder profile. In several of the pictures, I had put forth an effort to show off my long and dark curly hair. My favorite picture, was of course, first. It helped to showcase the kind of lifestyle you lead to ensure you only get matches you actually like. That picture was of me, on a yacht in Monaco with Lewis Hamilton and Valtteri Bottas. What else screams “are you good enough for me?” quite like that? I need a new one though. This was getting a bit old.

“Ten years, yes?” Toto suddenly asked.

“Huh?” I lilted, looking up from my phone.

“Ten years at Mercedes for you. Coming up, isn’t it?”

“Is it? Has it been 10 years? Oh…well yes. I guess it has. I think in April.”

“April 18 th , to be exact,” He nodded.

“Cool,” I sighed, going back to my phone. I felt a hand come over and my phone had suddenly disappeared out of my view. I turned and Toto had it in his hand. This was the stuff of nightmares. There is no way in hell my boss can know I’m on Tinder. My heart jumped out of my chest as I suddenly went to reach over for it, I saw the screen had darkened. He at least had done me the favor of pressing the power button.

“Give it back,” I groaned.

“You’re so glued to your phone,” He mockingly groaned back.

“It’s literally my job to be.”

“Ah, then what are you so busy with at this moment that you can’t tell me what you’d like for your 10 th anniversary at the company?”

“None of your business,” I frowned.

“Then answer what it is that you’d like.”

“I don’t know, a pen or something? Can I have my phone back now?”

“A pen? A fucking pen? For a decade at a company, you want a pen? ”

“Yes. I’d love a pen. Now give me back my phone.”

He disappointingly handed over my phone. I continued swiping away until I noticed him take out his own phone. I looked up and scoffed, and he chuckled knowing exactly why. I looked back down and saw a profile that stood out. A super like.

Jeffrey, 40

I’m the nice guy your mom told you to settle down with, but with slightly less hair and more traveling.

Yeah, I’ve read worse. I swiped right and messaged him. As I patiently waited for a response, I looked back at Toto. I watched as he looked through the padfolio, seemingly memorizing every word on the page. I had, for a long time, deliberately put my head in the sand when it came to him. This morning though had seemed to shock me, and suddenly I found myself lingering on him. His hands turning the pages, his glasses slipping off his nose, and the way his dark eyes traced the pages I had written. In many ways, he is incredibly-Ah, my phone vibrated.

Jeffrey: Hey! Nice to meet you, Arabella. You’re a secretary?

I sighed and typed out my reply. Not a secretary. An executive assistant. “Fucking men,” I mumbled. Toto looked over with an eyebrow raised. I awkwardly smiled and went back to my phone.

Jeffrey: Oh, sorry! So, you know Hamilton?

If I were the type to cackle evilly, I would at this moment.

Me: I work with him.

Now, to let that fester a little bit. I looked down into my bag and pulled out my schedule and began making the necessary calls for tonight. It’s important to verify everything. First, the hotel, immediately followed by the driving company. I had nearly forgotten and phoned down UBS to ensure that the investors have their meeting scheduled for the correct time. I placed the necessary checkmarks in my schedule that represented ‘Yes, I’ve called them. Now it’s their fault if anything has gone wrong.’

And of course, to top it off, Bombardier. “Yes, we have the jet chartered for tomorrow morning at 8am,” Our private contact, Leanna, answered.

“Oh, perfect. And could you make sure that breakfast is ready for everyone?”

“Yes, absolutely. The usual for everyone?” She asked.

“Yes, and make sure Mr. Wolff’s pumpernickel snaps like a cookie. I think I recall it being a little too lightly toasted last time. Oh, and next week, we have that flight scheduled, too? Right?”

“Yes. I’ll send you an email too to verify all the rest of the flights for the year. But for you, Arabella! I don’t have your breakfast here.”

“Oh, I’m going to cook for myself in the morning. I’m a sucker for an English breakfast.”

“You sure?” She insisted.

“Really, Leanna. They are my bread and butter. Literally.”

She gave me a nice pity chuckle. “Okay, well, Francis will meet you at Heathrow.”

“Thank you, Leanna. Speak with you next week.”

“Obviously!” She laughed, hanging up the phone. I placed my checkmark next to the flight. I looked over at my phone and saw the new response.

Jeffrey: Oh, you work at Brackley?

You could say that.

Me: Yes.

Jeffrey: Well, I’d love to meet with you tonight and talk more about ourselves. What time are you free?

I gave it a little thought. It’s so easy to plan for everyone else.

Me: Does 9pm work for you?

Jeffrey: Perfect, how about Angler?

I’m impressed. And its close! Oh, God. Does he work for UBS? Am I over thinking this? I’m overthinking this. Why would 9pm be okay if he worked for UBS? He would certainly be at this event.

Me: Perfect-er.

Jeffrey: See you then.

I took my last glance at my phone before looking up at the driver’s GPS. 45 minutes left to go. I checked my email and did the slightest bit more work but otherwise enjoyed the little break I was getting. Every so often, I would peek my head up at Toto and watched him do little of much alike me. It doesn’t take long to read the documents I prepare, by design. I watched briefly for a moment as he Facetimed his children and watched his face beam with pride and joy. I tried not to watch for long, pretending instead that I wasn’t listening. Slowly, but surely, 45 minutes turned to 30, and then to 5. Then all of a sudden we were on the move. I grabbed the suitcases out of the trunk as Toto managed the other bags. We headed in through the large omniscient glass doors after crossing the courtyard, and I phoned down to the UBS executive assistant.

“Hello, this is Marie.”

“Hi, Marie. It’s Arabella and Mr. Wolff. We’re in the lobby,” I spoke quietly.

“Excellent, I’ll come down and meet you. Mr. Fischer will be about 5 minutes late for the meeting, but Mr. Wolff is welcome to start.”

“I’ll let him know. Thank you, Marie,” I said, right before hanging up.

“Okay, Toto. Bobby Fischer is going to be about 5 minutes late, but you’re welcome to start. Please actually do start. Don’t linger,” I explained.

“Will do, Arabella,” He sighed. He handed me my crossbody and I slinged it over my shoulder. “Ah there she is.”

I looked across the lobby and saw Marie walking towards us. The world of executive assistants is small, and we’ve truly all begun to know each other. Not all of the driver’s have assistants but Marie was Lewis Hamilton’s ex-assistant. Leaving your boss in this line of work is truly a bit like a break up, and this must feel like running into your ex’s parents a bit. I still get uncomfortable walking past the Marketing department. However, Marie was just like most of us current or ex F1 assistants. She was a hard ass. Much more controlling than you’d expect out of your typical assistant, and if I’m considered demanding, Marie is 10-fold. I don’t know if that management style worked for Lewis, but it's what a field like banking demands at times, so I imagine the crossover wasn’t as odd as it must seem.

“Wonderful to see you again, Arabella. And you too, Toto. Arabella, meet us on the 38th floor at approximately 1:30. I can have coffee made for you at arrival. Black coffee right?” It sounded less like a question and more like a statement.

“Absolutely. See you then,” I nodded. She ceremoniously walked towards the elevator with Toto, almost like a passing of the torch. I headed outside and brought up the directions to the hotel. Just around the corner really, but I can be a bit silly and somehow get all turned around. Truly why F1 driving was never for me.

I wandered into the hotel and saw the clear signs for the Angler restaurant. I knew it was close to the hotel, but it hadn’t processed it was in the hotel. I walked up to the check in counter while sending off the quickest message to my Tinder date. Have you made reservations?

“Hello, yes, I need to check in for Torger Wolff,” I explained.

“Ahh, for the Mercedes F1 team staying here tonight?” She asked.

“Yep,” I nodded.

“Can I see some ID?”

I handed over my ID and my phone quickly buzzed.

Jeffrey: Yes! Wouldn’t dare not to.

Oh, perfect. Great. Couldn’t get any better.

Me: Oh! Perfect! Great, couldn’t get any better! See you there.

I looked back up at her while she studied my ID.

“Are you with the Mercedes F1 team?” She asked.

“Yes.”

“What is it that you do?” She asked, almost snidely.

“I’m an assistant.”

“To whom?”

“Who do you think? Lewis Hamilton? Or the guy who’s bags I’m trying to drop off?” I smiled.

“Well, I don’t see you have a room booked here. How am I to know if you’re not just a groupie or something?”

“A groupie? In a suit?” I questioned, before shaking my head. I was trying to shake off what I really wanted to say in this instance. “Check the notes. It’s very clear that I’m authorized to enter his room and to check in.”

“I see no notes,” She smiled.

“Then call your supervisor,” I smiled back. I saw her roll her eyes as she picked up the phone. Soon enough, a young gentleman walked behind the counter. He had to be younger than me.

“Yes?” He asked.

“She is attempting to check in for the Mercedes F1 Team Principal. I see nothing on here about her checking him in,” She explained. Her manager took a glance at the computer screen, then over at me. He looked me up and down, before going back to the computer screen.

“Is this your ID?” He asked.

“Yes,” I groaned.

“Please, don’t catch an attitude. We’re simply trying to ensure the safety of our guests,” He smiled. An attitude? “I see you have no room booked tonight under the block of rooms for Mercedes-Petronas. Am I to believe that you simply are here to enter his room and then leave?”

“Yes, you absolutely are. Especially considering I have shown you my ID,” I explained.

“Then why aren’t you staying here if you’re with the team?”

“I live in London. In Chelsea?” I nodded.

“That’s a long way from here,” He sighed.

“Is it? It’s like half an hour,” I insisted. “No, nevermind that. I am here to check in for Toto-Torger Wolff. I am his executive assistant. I have a badge for Brackley that I will happily show you. I have no intention of staying at your hotel today because I would like to sleep in my own bed before heading to a whole other country for testing. I would like to simply drop off his bags in his room and ensure everything is up to snuff because that is my job . Nothing else, nothing more.”

“How about you just give us the bags and we’ll drop them off in his room?” He tried to appeal to my growing frustration.

“How about I take the bags up so I can do the other half of my job?”

He simply shook his head. I handed him my Brackley ID and he looked it over.

“Could these be faked?” He another hotel staff member who came over due to the commotion

“Fur sure they cud’ be,” he answered in a thick scottish accent. “My mukker’s git one for McLaren.”

“We won’t accept this,” He smiled at me again. The smiles were beginning to look faker and faker by the moment. This is the primary issue I find myself in being a Black woman working for what are essentially, sports celebrities. At this point, I wouldn’t be surprised if they turned around and asked Lewis to leave.

“Here,” I gave up. I took out a business card for Bono. “Has he checked in yet? Give him a call and let him verify me.”

They took the card and dialed the number. They hung up after a few moments.

“He didn’t pick up,” They shrugged.

“Fine, do me the favor of at least taking the bags then? Up to the room?” I babbled. Words seemed to be lost on me at this moment.

“I think we’ll actually not. We can’t be sure what the content of those bags are,” the manager nodded.

Please. For fuck’s sake. “I’ll see you back at 2:00pm,” I tried to smile.

I took the bags back over to the UBS offices, and took the elevator up to the 38th floor and walked towards Marie’s desk. There she was sitting scrolling through her phone.

“Oh, Arabella,” she mumbled looking up. She looked at the clock, and then at her phone, and then up at my face. She stood up and looked down at my hands. “You’re early…and you still have the bags. Was the room not ready?”

“They refused to let me in,” I sighed.

“Again?” She questioned. I raised an eyebrow up at her. She was a pale skin tone, and had medium brunette hair that brushed her shoulders.

“I’m black, Marie. Yes, again,” I stated as I sat on the chairs by the office entrance.

She frowned. “Let me go get your coffee, love.” It was truly the lightest voice, and kindest voice, Marie had ever offered me. She usually gives me no type of affection, even though were in the same career. I think it’s a bit cutthroat and she got used to turning everyone away. I wasn’t used to this type of response from her. She soon returned and handed me the cup of coffee, sitting down next to me.

“Well, I’m sorry about that. I know, beyond all else, I can’t understand this type of situation as deeply and as well as you. Nonetheless, I know you’re good at your job, and that this simply isn’t fair for someone of your caliber.”

I stared into the cup of coffee for a moment, really letting her response process. I looked up at her and her flat expression. A signal of care for her.

“Thanks, Marie,” I offered a slight smile as I sipped my coffee.

“No need to fake a smile. I would call, but they’d probably pretend they don’t know who I am either,” She acknowledged.

“Don’t worry. His bags have to get in somehow.”

“So, what have you been up to you? Outside of this?”

“Nothing really. This is all I’ve been up to.”

“Listen, I don’t miss that life at all,” She mumbled. “There’s nothing quite like getting to work at 9 in the morning, and leaving at 5 in the evening. This is consistency. There’s no jetting across the world. I mean, I can actually have a relationship. I’m getting married, for Christ’s sake. That’s not possible in F1.”

“I want none of those things.”

“Is that why your phone just went off with a Tinder notification?” She chuckled. I looked down and Jeffrey had sent a message. I think I just passed you in Broadgate Circle! You must be there for the Mercedes event tonight at UBS, right?

I quickly responded. Yes, actually! Sorry, I didn’t notice you.

“That’s for hookups,” Not for boyfriends.

“Ah, nothing more, huh?” She answered.

“No.”

Jeffrey: Oh! Did you want to push our dinner to another day? Or did you want to meet at the event? I’m a lawyer for UBS so I didn’t see much of the point of going, but I’d be happy to.

Fuck.

Me: No, no! I’m completely fine with meeting at 9. I’m leaving the event early.

Jeffrey: Okay, great! Sorry if there was any confusion. See you at Angler.

I wasn’t overthinking! Isn’t this the best? Your anxiety being right always prevents it from going too far the next time. Obviously. Totally. For sure.

“I’ll leave you to your work now,” Marie smirked, standing up. “But I highly recommend leaving F1. What’s the plan? To be 60 and still galavanting around?”

“Presuming Toto Wolff still is, yes,” I grinned falsely. She rolled her eyes and walked behind her desk. I looked over my notes for the hotel. Everyone knew I was supposed to be checking in, and yet, nothing changed. These kinds of things seem to somehow never change. But, my checkmark reassured me. You did everything right. Now it’s their fault if anything goes wrong. That’s what it means, and it's a serious thing.

Soon enough, Toto left the meeting.

“Have a good afternoon, everyone! See you tonight,” He smiled, shutting the door. He looked over and saw me with the bags, and gently pinched the bridge of his nose. “Again, Arabella?”

“Again.”

“Once every few years, huh,” He said, grabbing the bags and immediately walking towards the elevator. I jumped up and followed him. As the years had gone on, Toto had gradually become more keenly aware of two things: He is a celebrity, and I am Black. As a result of his growing celebritas, and my very unchanging Blackness, these types of occurrences had become more frequent.

“So what was the reason now?” He asked.

“I look like a groupie,” I shrugged.

“A groupie? In a suit?”

“That’s what I said.”

Toto rolled his eyes and moved his glasses to his shirt collar.

“How was the meeting?” I offered.

“The usual. Numbers this, offers that. Etcetera, etcetera,” He waved his hand almost at the suggestion we could have a normal conversation at this moment. I took that as my sign to quiet down, and just follow him. So I did. The second we arrived to the hotel I watched as the original front desk employee scurried to the back, and the supervisor made a return. He smiled far too brightly for this moment.

“Arabella, introduce yourself,” Toto gestured to the supervisor as we walked up.

“No introduction necessary. The employee who just ran to the back introduced originally,” I smiled, even more brightly than the supervisor. I watched as his look turned a bit sour.

“Ah, well go grab her too. Was anyone else involved in this?” Toto asked me.

“A Scottish man but he didn’t really have much to say,” I shrugged.

“Oh, never mind who did and didn’t say anything. The point remains. Go grab the other two individuals she’s referring to,” He ordered the supervisor. We watched as he scurried about the backroom and nearly dragged the two out by their necks. As they approached the desk, he hid behind them like a scared puppy.

“I saw that your name tag said front desk manager, you can’t hide behind these two,” Toto complained. The man stepped from around the two employees. “Go ahead, tell me what happened.”

“What happened with what? I’m sorry, can we check you in Mr. Wolff? I’m not sure what’s going on,” The young lady suddenly piped up.

“You seem awfully scared to not know. Let me have an explanation, please,” Toto nodded.

“Well-” She began to speak again but was quickly interrupted by her boss.

“We asked her to show ID, and the produced ID appeared to be fake. So we did not allow her into the room,” The manager stated, suddenly piping up.

“So, did she provide any other identification?” Toto asked.

“No,” The manager replied.

“Arabella, don’t you usually have a lanyard with your Brackley ID on it?” Toto asked, turning to me.

“Oh, yeah, they have it. I never grabbed it back. Nor my ID for that matter, which they didn’t mention being potentially fraudulent when I came up here,” I sighed.

Toto put his hand out, and they handed over my identification. A Danish passport and the Brackley ID.

“And Bono’s card,” I gestured. The manager reached into the trash and took out Peter Bonnington’s business card, and handed it to me.

“So, did you call Bono?” Toto asked them.

“We did yes, but he didn’t pick up,” The manager replied.

“Oh okay, let me verify right quick,” Toto nodded, taking out his own phone and dialing Bono. “Bono, hello, you’re on speaker phone. Did you get a call from the hotel earlier?”

“No…was I supposed to?”

“Don’t worry about it,” Toto said immediately before hanging up. He just simply stared at them for a moment.

“Here’s your room key, Mr. Wolff,” The front desk woman said, handing the key to Toto.

“One for me, too,” I smiled. She produced another and handed it to me, with huge screaming eyes that said ‘save me.’ No, I don’t think I will.

“And at this moment, right now, place a note on the account saying Arabella Lazaar is my assistant and any needs she may have related to my reservation should be addressed,” Toto ordered them.

“Actually, could you tell me who made the block for the rooms?” I asked.

“That would be uh…” The manager said, scrambling around the computer. “Um…you Ms. Lazaar.”

“Is this incompetency or is this bigotry? I’m not sure which, but whichever, I recommend the three of you have new jobs lined up in the morning. And when they ask ‘Oh how did you get fired?’ Don’t put anyone from my team’s name in your mouth, including my own,” Toto grumbled. They nodded, and he turned on his heel and walked towards the elevator.

“Oh, Mr. Wolff!” The front desk lady nearly screamed at the top of her lungs. “We’ve upgraded your room to the presidential suite.”

He threw his hand up dismissively as we got into the elevator, as if to say both ‘thank you’ and ‘just stop.’ As we got in he turned to me and took a deep breath.

“They were quite the group of idiots weren’t they? I’ll call the company behind this place and get it sorted out.”

“I appreciate that.”

“Nothing to appreciate really, these things shouldn’t go this way. You provided everything they needed, and yet they decided to still treat you wrong. That’s on them, and they should’ve known there would be consequences for their actions,” He explained. “We have our own security. It helps when the front desk at hotels also pays attention to possible situations, but at the end of the day, they’re not supposed to go beyond their liability. They took it much too far, and who’s to know if you were the first, or if they’d be worse next time?”

“I understand that, but,” I hesitated. “They still need their jobs, and I don’t want my boss turning around and using his fame to protect me.”

Toto looked up at me, and smiled. “Arabella, we have responsibilities to one another. You handle nearly every moment of my life. In turn, yes, I pay you, but I also make sure that while under my employment, you’re well treated. That would be the same if this were Formula 1 or if it were just another company.”

I thought for a moment, and while I knew he was right, I don’t know how comfortable I felt having anyone take responsibility for me. But…I suppose…everyone needs things addressed that they can’t handle themselves. There isn’t really anyone else for me to rely on. That’s kind of frightening. Suddenly, Marie’s words hit me like a ton of bricks. I almost thought I would get dizzy. I’m 35 now. I love my life, but am I wasting it? Should I be settling down?

I looked over at Toto who seemed to be patiently awaiting my response.

“Yes. You’re right,” I stated, a little too shakily.

“Are you nervous?” He asked as we exited the elevator.

“No, just stressed, really.”

“You have vacation days. You should take one,” Toto shrugged, pressing the key to the door and swinging it open.

“I only use them during the holiday break. We’re far from that.”

“If you think of the week between testing and the first race as a holiday, then it’s right around the corner,” He winked, as he opened the door for me.

“Absolutely not,” I chuckled, setting his suitcase on the bed. I took a quick look around the room and then texted security to let them know Toto was inside the hotel room.

“Looks good, Toto. I’ll head out,” I said with a quick head nod.

“There’s a whole separate room attached here. If you want to change here, you’re welcome to,” He spoke without looking up from his phone.

I could feel my cheeks get hot, so without thinking I just ran out of the room, trying to pretend I didn’t hear him. I immediately pressed my hand to my forehead. That was stupid. It was a relatively normal offer. There was nothing weird about that and yet I reacted like he asked me to jump off of the London eye. Shit. I made it weird didn’t I? Or did he make it weird? Was it weird at all? No, no it wasn’t. God, Arabella. Stop overthinking for once. I headed for the elevator and went down. As I was leaving, I couldn’t resist making a little bit of eye contact with reception.

Ha.

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╰┈➤ Welcome Back to the Channel part 15; red string of CONSPIRACY

✧.* featuring yn opening up to Kyle about their recent theories : ̗̀➛ notes - I always get nervous when I post written out parts (esp when it's a smau) but I felt like this needed to be in person for the effect. The next part will be mainly written too so get ready! tags - college au, superhero au, smau

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It’s got to make sense. It HAS to make sense. If it doesn’t make sense I’ve spent the past week thinking about it and that’s a week wasted that I could’ve used to do something else or literally anything.

My vision blurred as I stared at the cork board, eyes tracing the same track of red yarn from picture to news article to picture to news article to picture-

It was a vicious cycle that had trapped me for what felt like hours but could’ve been minutes. Or days. Time came and went in no consistent interval. I woke up, went to class, came home and stared at this board until I couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer.

I hadn’t made a video in a few weeks and I’d postponed the interview I had scheduled with Fast Pass with no new date set. Another lost opportunity because I couldn’t get my shit together. This is all I had right now. So I had to be right. Even if the theory made me sound like I’d never had a critical thought in my life.

Which it does. Kyle didn’t even respond after you told him. That means no one believes you. It means your theory doesn’t make sense. This is BUTTERS we’re talking about.

Yeah but if it’s wrong, that means those people are right. Even if they’re just spreading hate on the internet to make themselves feel better, they have lives nonetheless. If I assisted someone who’s actively ruining people’s lives, does that make me just as bad as him?

I shake the thoughts away. I’m not a bad person. I may make questionable choices but what college student doesn’t? It’s a part of growing up. So I have to be right about this. But what does that mean moving forward? What do I do knowing one of my best friends is a super villain?

A stinging feeling begins behind my eyes as I feel the familiar pressure across the bridge of my nose that always happens before I start crying.

Why can’t I figure this out? Why can’t I let this go? Why am I stuck-

A knock at the door startles me from my concentration. My head whips to the door as though it would open on its own to reveal who interrupted my time of focus.

“Yn? Hello?” Kyle’s voice sounds from the other side of the door.

Oh fuck.

I looked back to the cork board which took up the majority of my living room.

Why did I buy this again? I wondered, realizing how much space the board actually took up. The once tidy living room had become cluttered with empty coffee cups and takeout containers littered over the coffee table, end tables, and ground. Bits of red yarn sat on the ground from cut up scraps. Other lengths that had connected discarded evidence sat in a pile on a stool, waiting for the chance to be connected to the ever expanding web once again.

“Are you in there?” Kyle’s voice rang through the apartment again.

I can’t let him in here! He’s going to think I’m some hermit conspiracy theorist!

…Well I kind of am a conspiracy theorist.

Deciding to ignore that realization, I lunged for the nearest piece of trash (a 3 day old Chipotle bowl that I just kept forgetting to walk the 3 feet to the kitchen trash) and tossed it into the garbage can. Speed cleaning the apartment lifted a weight from my shoulders, making the small living room feel less claustrophobic.

Wow, I feel better already. Maybe I should open the blind and run a vacuum through real quick- KYLE!

I spun and walked toward the door, fixing my appearance in the 10 second walk to the door to the best of my ability. Even if I’ve been stuck in my apartment for a week and a half, I didn’t want to look like it.

Unlocking the door, I put on my best “I’m totally fine and mentally stable!” face.

“Hey, kyle!”

If I looked bad, Kyle somehow looked worse. The usually maintained curls frizzed into a blur atop his head and his shirt was clearly on backwards with a Fruit of the Loom logo showing proudly at the base of his neck. His eyes darted around the hallway and into my apartment through the sliver he could see through the cracked door.

The fuck is up with him?

I think while also wearing a shirt backwards after throwing away a week’s worth of take out food and diluted iced coffee as though I was any better off.

That’s not what we’re focusing on right now. I’m perfectly stable, duh.

“You good?” I asked, leaning against the door frame to keep him from seeing my conspiracy board.

Kyle raised an eyebrow, “You’re the one that texted me an essay about your theories then called yourself an asshole.”

“Oh those?” I forced out a laugh, waving a hand to brush off the concerns, “Those were just joke, duh! You took those seriously?”

“They sounded pretty serious to me.” Kyle sighed, running a hand through his ragged hair in a way that somehow didn’t catch his fingers in the mess of curls, “Can I come in? There’s something I need to talk to you about.”

My eyes darted back into the apartment. The giant cork board stuck out like a neon sign saying “A MENTALLY ILL PERSON LIVES HERE!” I couldn’t let someone see me like this. Texting Kyle in the first place was a mistake. He’ll think I’m not thinking clearly, that I’m not someone to be trusted. The work I put into being reliable yn who’s always there to be a person you can lean on will be ruined. No one will ever trust me again.

But don’t you want someone else to know? Just knowing that someone else sees your stress instead of shoving it down until it spills over?

The thought alone of telling someone about these thoughts, of sharing the burden I’d created for myself, cleared the clouds fogging my mind. He can be someone who will listen. He can be a witness so I’m not the only one who knows that I’m struggling.

I stepped back, pulling the door open so Kyle could step through.

“Sorry, it’s a bit of a mess.” I started, hoping to mediate the embarrassment of letting someone into my stress lair.

Kyle shook his head as a small smile tugged at his lips, “It’s no problem, if you’ve ever seen stan’s room-” His sentence died out as he noticed the cork board. You know, the giant one covering my living room wall filled with pictures and newspaper clipping connected by red yarn.

“Oh.” Was all he said.

I shut the door behind him. Kyle jumped slightly at the sound, turning his gaze to follow me as I walked. He doesn’t say a word. Only staring at the cork board, the remains of trash I’d missed on my quick clean, and my own disheveled appearance.

Might as well address the elephant in the room.

“Do you want to talk about the cork board?” I asked, continuing before he had a chance to reply, “Let's talk about the cork board because I’ve been dying to talk about this cork board all day.” Walking up to the board, I pointed to the center where two photos sat: one of the supervillain Professor Chaos and the other of elementary education major Butters Stotch.

“Professor Chaos. His name keeps coming up over and over again. Everyday Call Girl is sending out alerts about this guy,” I move my hand to point at different tweets I’d printed out and pinned to the board, “Professor Chaos takes hostages in a McDonalds Play Place for a birthday party. Professor Chaos attempts to sign himself as the mayor of South Park using a fake charity petition. Professor Chaos hijacks the news station to declare the weather today ‘a 100% chance of Chaos’. This entire corner is just tweets about Professor Chaos!”

Kyle sits down on the couch without a word, eyes still following my every move. I start pacing across the living room.

Why isn’t he saying anything? Is it because he doesn’t believe me?

“So I start to look closer at his actions, his way of speaking, everything that makes Professor Chaos who he is. But it’s around this same time that I start to text a certain person more because we have a philosophy class together.” I return to the board and point to screenshots of text messages.

“Here Butters talks about getting grounded for eating two cookies and here Professor Chaos talks about being grounded for wearing his villain outfit then got grounded for trying to get ungrounded.” I look between the cork board and Kyle, trying to justify my hypothesis with the urgency in my voice, “No one gets grounded as much as Butters. You know that. I know that. Everyone knows that!”

“But that’s not even the smoking gun!” I exclaimed, pointing to another corner of the board, “Last week, Butters missed our philosophy class- which he has never done- and when I texted him, he said he was at a showing of Frozen on Ice with his mom in Denver. But when you look at the schedule for Frozen on Ice,” I pause for effect, “they don’t start shows for this season in Denver until next month. Right day, wrong month.”

“But guess what was going on last week? Professor Chaos attacks main street and is tackled by Super Craig. Landing him with another defeat and some pretty gnarly bruises to boot. The kind of bruises you’d need to miss class to cover up.” I finished with a sigh, glad to finally tell someone the monologue that had been racing through my head for the past week.

I brace myself for Kyle’s response. His eyes are locked onto the cork board and my scribbled sticky notes shouting various exclamations of discovery and panic. With a deep breath, he levels his gaze on me.

What is he thinking? Is he trying to find a nice way to say I’ve lost it? Have I lost it?

“Yn-” He begins but I cut him off.

“I know it sounds crazy, okay? I know it sounds like I’m reaching by claiming the only truly nice person I know is the town’s resident fucking super villain-”

“You’re right.”

Kyle’s response blasts through my clouded mind. I physically take a step back as my face morphs from frantic stress to confusion.

“What did you just say?” I ask, shoulders remaining tense as a hand twists into the fabric of my shirt. Kyle sighs, looking away and muttering something to himself. He raises a hand to his face, rubbing at his eyes before looking back at me.

“You’re right about Professor Chaos.”

The words I hoped to hear, the words I thought would finally take the weight off my shoulders and release the stress that had gripped my nerves, only intensified the panic in my mind.

“You mean you believe me, right?” I started slowly, trying to clarify the simple language mistake Kyle made.

“No, I mean you’re right.”

Before my mind could begin to wrap around the first revelation, Kyle continued speaking.

“I can’t tell you. I’m not allowed to. I shouldn’t even be telling you this. But I know someone who can, or at least someone who has permission.”

I began shifting my weight from foot to foot, holding back the urge to begin pacing again as I ran a hand through my hair.

“You know how cryptic you’re being right now, right?” I said.

“Yeah I know.” Kyle's leg began to bounce as his own nerves began to peak through, “I’m walking a very thin line and I’m trying not to get us both into major trouble.” He looked up to me, trying to communicate a message I couldn’t understand.

“With who?”

“Someone with a lot more authority than me. Someone who can explain things more if you come with me.” Kyle urged.

What does that even mean? Let’s not forget that he said we were right. How does he know that? Why does he know that?

My thoughts fought against each other to be the one addressed first but with so many questions, it felt impossible to single out one from the mass. Everything was happening so fast. Everything changed so fast. When did the mood of the room become so urgent? Did it always feel like this?

I took a deep breath, forcing myself to pause the thoughts. Nothing is going to get done at this rate. So I need to take the first step forward.

“Okay… yeah.”I started slowly. Kyle nodded and began to stand but I held up a hand for him to wait, “But only if you promise we can get ice cream afterwards.”

Kyle looked at me with an exasperated expression, “Are you seriously using this to get free ice cream?”

This is what he’s surprised by?

I raised my eyebrow at him and pointed to the chaotic corkboard, “You just told me my batshit conspiracy theory was right and now you want me to follow you to an unknown location to talk to an unknown person. Fuck yes I want free ice cream.”

Kyle considered the cork board for a moment before sighing.

“Fine. We’ll get ice cream.”

I muttered a quick “Fuck yeah.” to myself in celebration before looking back at Kyle,

“Okay I’ll get my coat.”

I grabbed my jacket and followed Kyle out the door, not nervous about where I’d be going, but scared that I wouldn’t like what I found.

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