The official team picture for the Foxes is a mess. Dan and Matt are leaning on each other and grinning(they probably have their faces pressed together what nerds). Allison is back to back with Renee and they’re making finger guns. Nicky has his arm flung across Aaron’s shoulders, who looks irritated (probably because Nicky has to bend down slightly to get his arm around him). Kevin is in the process of yelling at Neil. Andrew is off to the side throwing up a peace sign with an emotionless facial expression.
Meanwhile, the Ravens are all lined up and they’ve previously practiced their exact expressions and the precise angle that their heads are tilted.
On one of his nightly strolls Robbie was letting his wings air out but suddenly he wasn’t alone anymore. A child was out wandering and saw him. In a panic he used his magic to create a fog hoping that they’d forget what they saw if they couldn’t see anything.
Requested: Nope, just an idea I’ve been having for a while.
Summary: You, Ethan and Grayson grew up together. You were very close to both of them but you were closer to Grayson causing deeper feelings to arise, it became harder and harder to control those feelings especially since he keeps coming for girl advice to you.
Word count: 1453
Warnings: Sad, all over the place.
(A/N) : I haven’t written anything in a very long time so my writing is pretty rusty, I apologies for that.
Growing up with two very sporty and energetic boys was hard at times, especially since you weren’t a very sporty person. Ethan and Grayson have always tried to get you into sports and they succeeded as you played a variety of sports with them when you guys were younger.
School was hard, people were making fun of you for hanging out with them, they often teased you saying that you were dating both of them. Mean words were thrown at you and they defended you every time. Ethan was better at keeping his cool and he was only throwing words back at the bullies, you couldn’t say the same about Grayson. He was the one getting more physical when guys were starting to really bother you and some of them touching you without consent.
You understood the reasons as to why they left but they left you alone to fend for yourself. With time, you grew immune to the insults and started defending yourself when the guys or girls were starting to get physical. You owed it to Grayson and Ethan for teaching you how to do so. Having two masculine influences growing up was starting to become an advantage.
When they decided to move to Los Angeles it was one of the most devastating moments in your life. You were so mad at them that you didn’t even help them pack and you didn’t even say goodbye.
“Gray, we have to go. We need to arrive in time at the airport to get trough security, we waited long enough. She isn’t coming.” Ethan tried to make Grayson get in the car as he was standing on the front porch of your house.
You were in your room, tears streaming down your face as you peaked from the window of your bedroom. You were afraid that the moment you hugged him, you weren’t going to be able to pull apart. Not only did they left you by yourself in school but they were going to leave you for good. Visiting during summer wasn’t enough and it wasn’t the same.
The day they left wasn’t the most devastating moment, it was a close second. The most devastating moment is happening right now.
You were in Grayson’s room, on his bed to be precise. You were staring at him as he was running his hand trough his hair in agitation. He was rambling to you about this girl he saw on Instagram. That girl was gorgeous, you couldn’t deny it. No one could. He’s been talking about her for about a week.
You tried to push the strong feelings that you had developed for Grayson but you couldn’t anymore. It was killing you inside, seeing him look at girls that he meets, a certain way. The way his eyes sparkle, the way he bites his lip eyeing the girl up and down. His face becoming flushed, he begins stuttering. You were seeing those reactions for those others girls.
With you he was his normal self, you know all of his emotions, form angry, to sad, to happy, to goofy. You have never experienced the flushed Grayson though. Now, you have, for another girl.
“Should I message her? No, that would be too weird. I mean, what do I say?” He has been rambling on and on.
“How about you text her a hey, Gray? Don’t you think that would be a good start for a conversation?” You asked him as you placed your hand on his shoulder, in order to ease his nerves.
You were very good at masking your emotions, at pretending that everything was fine.
“You’re right. I’m such an idiot for getting so worked up.” He chuckles as he wraps his arm around your waist giving your hip a little squeeze as he places a gentle peck on your cheek.
“What would I do that you, Y/N?” He asks with his big, mesmerizing smile.
You have him a weak one in return, the one you thought resembled a grimace.
That night, you had difficulty sleeping, it was becoming harder and harder to control your emotions. It’s been so long since you discovered that you were falling for him. How could you not? He’s the nicest guy you ever met, besides Ethan of course they were both very similar in that way.
Grayson could change your bad mood with just a simple smile, he had that kind of a big power on you. It was becoming too hard for you, being so close to him and not act upon your feelings.
Not seeing him that often was suppose to help and it did in a way. When you weren’t around him, you had the illusion that your feelings subsided but once you come and see him again, staying with him for three months of vacation. It’s a lot and the departure destroys you.
The night before the day you were supposed to return home in New Jersey, your feelings were all over the place, it was becoming too much for you. You couldn’t control your breathing, your mind was in a very dark place and you couldn’t escape all the bad thoughts. You had to tell him.
You, Ethan and Grayson came home after being out, you were distant the whole night.
“Okay, Y/N, you need to tell me what’s going on. I’m here, I’m always here to listen and you know that. Did the fans we saw earlier say anything bad to you? If they did you need to tell me.” Grayson pressured as he crouched in front of you as you were sitting on the edge of the bed.
You shook your head with a frown. “No, they didn’t say anything bad. They were really nice actually. It’s just…something that has been on my mind for a really long time and I don’t know how to say it. I’m scared..to say it, actually.”
Grayson’s worried expression changed to a confused one. You were scared? You’ve never been scared to tell him anything before.
“I..” You stopped as you had to take a deep breath, your heart was pounding. You squeezed your eyes shut. You had to do this, it was hurting you too much.
“I can’t come visit anymore.” You blurred out quickly. Your eyes opened wide as you stare at him, that wasn’t how you planed to tell him.
His eyebrows scrunched, his mouth was parted as he stared at you.
“Wha-what? What do you mean you can’t visit anymore? Are you guys having money troubles? Because I told you before, we’d be happy to pay for your ticket, we said that since the beginning-”
“No! Grayson, it’s not money problems. I just can’t be around you anymore.” You interrupted him, getting up as you started pacing around the room.
You couldn’t look at him, you couldn’t see his hurt expression after you said that. Grayson didn’t get were that was coming from. What did you mean by that? What did he do wrong?
“Did I do something wrong?” He asks, his voice quiet and wary.
You quickly shook your head and stopped pacing, you were facing him now, his eyes were filled with sadness.
“No, you’re doing everything right and that’s the problem.” You said, your voice beginning to shake as tears were welling up into your eyes.
“I can’t be around you anymore without wanted to hold your hand or kiss you. I can’t watch you fall for other girls. I can’t be the best friend. I’m sorry, Grayson. I tried, trust me. I really tried to bury these feelings away. Our friendship means so much to me but for a while now, all it does is hurt me.” You finally let it all out, tears were running down your cheeks. Your vision was so blurry that you could only see his figure. The lump in your throat made it hard for you to finish your sentences.
Grayson was speechless, he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. How did he not see that his best friend was hurting. How did he not see that he was the cause of your suffering. He slowly made his way towards you and wrapped his arms around you, letting you cry into his chest. He was holding your shaking body to him, holding back his own tears.
“I’m sorry.” He apologized quietly. What was he apologizing for? Was he sorry for not noticing? For not return your feelings? Or both?
The day of your flight, your said your goodbyes to both of them. You couldn’t look Grayson in the eyes, the guilt that was in them made your heart ache, your heart has suffered too much already.
(A/N) : Well that was pretty crappy, I’m sorry like I said my writing is pretty rusty. Leave some feedback, is you want and if you guys have any requests I’ll be happy to hear them out! Thank you for reading !
“If request open, will u pls do some angst bruce x reader? Where they used to date for months but he doesnt take their relationship seriously. Its just a cover for public image to him. He thought the reader is a shallow person like the usual women he dated before. But reader is actually smart but choose to pretend to be shallow. Bruce broke up with her. Then years later they met n he learn who she is. He want to get to know her n pursue her but she still hurt with him. Thanks in advance.”
Warning; Angst (not really because I suck) and suddenchangeofPOV. And offtheprompt, justalittle.
You had your arms around Bruce’s, smile not leaving your lips as you went to your 12th date with him. You’ve dated for months with him, you love him with all your heart. You always at your best when you were with him, all dolled up so you wouldn’t feel self-conscious and out of place when he brought you to a fancy looking place.
Tonight was the night he promised that he would spend his time with you, he brought you to a quite fancy restaurant. You thanked all the gods up there that you’ve made the right decisions to dress as fancy as you could even though your intention was only to spent the night with him, playing or whatever, but being a shy woman that you were you couldn’t say it. The words were stuck in your throat.
So you gave up and just spent your night dining in a restaurant nearby until late. You didn’t have any appointments or meeting with your manager and the other agencies tomorrow morning, being a model as a job was hard, you were treated like a barbie doll.
The both of you sat down on a table near the window, the view was so great you couldn’t take your eyes off it. But when you did you spotted a tinge of uncomfortableness in Bruce’s blue eyes, he somehow didn’t look as happy as you did.
“Bruce?” You called to the billionaire softly, placing your much smaller hand on top of his. You could feel he tensed as he looked at you, “what’s wrong?”
“Don’t worry darling,” he finally responded after a moment of awkward silence, he moved his hand from your gentle grip to put it into his pocket. “I’m okay.” He assured.
You didn’t believe any of his words but decided to let it drop because you knew he wouldn’t like it if you pushed the topic too far. You also had this weird feeling, your chest tightened when you think about it. Why?
The foods came, the two of you had a little chit chat, you did most of the talk since Bruce had preferred to listen instead of talking. You asked him about his day he only answered with boringasusualwith a chuckle.
It went on and on, it got worse each day. You were always the one who called him, asking him about his day, what is he doing, telling him that you missed him, saying goodnight even I love you. You missed him a lot. On Saturday night you decided not to contact him to see if he would do it.
Youreceivedno calls andnomessages. Nonothing.
It saddened you, it made your heart drop when you woke up to work. Your manager had warned you about him, telling you that he was just using you to which you answered with,
“Give himabreak, he’sakindandgenerousman. He’ssweet, allof you need toseepasthiswalls, hisbarriers. I lovehimnotforhismoney, Ilovehimfor…Him, nothingelsematters.”
You managed to smile for the entire day until someone came into your changing room. A mail woman, you greeted her with the widest smile on your face. She returned your smile and gave you a letter.
“Oh, from Bruce.” You smiled softly after reading where it was from. Your smile dropped at what you saw next.
Let’send this. This won’t ever work.
The mail woman saw your tears that slowly dripping down to the paper, they dropped right on Bruce’s signature. The ink slowly faded because of your tears, the old woman you didn’t know hugged you hoping it would bring you some comfort. You gladly accepted her little embrace as you cried.
Your manager who just came back from a coffee shop saw your state. She immediately put the coffee cups down and joined to embrace you. You kept on breaking down, everything was so blurry, so monochrome. All colors were gone from your eyes.
Since then you stopped being a model, your manager understands and she supported you. She even helped you looked for a new job, she knew how much of a smarty you were, she knew your abilities and skill because you were the one who helped her with everything that she couldn’t handle. You became a scientist and your manager who also a lowkey smarty became your partner.
It took years for you to completely forgot about Bruce Wayne, about the good times you soon realized that you were the only one who enjoyed it, all the talks, everything. You even realized that he never took your relationship seriously, he used you. You were wrong… Or weren’t you?
Soon your names were spread all over the news and cities, not because of your successful model career this time, instead, it was because of your brain. Your accomplishments, your ideas to make the city a better place, your works, your inventions. Not your body.
It was so satisfying, it felt good to be yourself and not the shallow woman everybody had come to know.
Everything you did reached Bruce’s ears, he watched you from his TV in his office, he even watched every speech you made. He misjudged you, he made a wrong move. He looked down at a scarf you made for him on your first ever Valentine’s day, he should’ve known that you weren’t like any woman he had met and dated.
Those women never made something for him, they never even tried to. Bruce only could imagine how broken you were when he sent you thatletter, that heartbreaking letter.
He ran his fingers through his raven hair, a sigh of frustration left his chapped lips. He had never felt like this before, why should he care? You were nothing. You were supposed to be nothing.
Then without him knowing 2 years had passed, Bruce couldn’t get you off his mind. Karma is a bitch. He lived 2 more years of his life thinking about you, he now had fallen for you. He wanted to know you better, apologizes for what he did and even telling you the truth. Hours after hours he made up his mind.
2.31 PM, your work will be over in another 29 minutes. You didn’t mind to stay longer in the lab since you enjoyed it, you enjoyed making things.
“(Y/N)! Someone is looking for you.” Your colleague said, the blonde man brought in someone you hadn’t met in years, you never expected to meet him here. You stared up at Bruce with wide eyes as soon as your gaze landed on him, you slowly gaining your composure back and looked at your male colleague.
“Thank you, I need some privacy.”
He gave you a nod, a hint of worry was visible on his face. Of course, he knew your little scandal with the playboy, it reached everybody’s ears.
“Please sit.” You offered, he didn’t budge and walked to where you were currently working on. It was a little device, a really small device. “What is it, Mr. Wayne?” You asked politely.
Bruce was taken aback upon hearing your voice, it was so different. It somehow had changed. When he first heard your voice it was so annoying he wanted to cover his ears every time you talked but now it sounded like a music. gentle, melodic and soothing were the only thing that could describe you right now.
Bruce didn’t realize he had been silent the whole time until he heard your voice calling his name again.
“Oh, sorry.” He quickly apologized.
“You should be.” Your words made him tensed in his place, he looked at you still with his usual face but inside he felt his stomach churned and filled with an uncomfortable feeling.
“I shouldn’t have done that.” He finally responded.
“No, you shouldn’t have.”
More silence, you seemed so calm under the awkwardness. You couldn’t help it, you were used to it. This awkwardness was the same thing you felt when you were still with him, still happy.
“Are you trying to get me back?”
Yes. He answered in his mind, IwanttoknowyoubetterIwanttoseeyoubetterfrom a different perspective.
“You’re too dangerous for me Bruce.” You continued, stopping your work and leaned your back against the seat. Eyes looking up at him sadly, “You turned me away like I begged for your money.” You added.
Bruce didn’t say anything, he couldn’t say anything which you took as an opportunity to continue your speech. “I lovedyou, I did. I thought I saw through you but I was so naïve and stupid, so wrong.”
You didn’t notice Bruce had knelt down in front of you and gently took your smaller hand in his, it felt so warm now. The only thing you could feel when you dated him was coldness, it felt weird.
Bruce felt your fingers twitched in surprise but he didn’t draw his hand back, he gave you a gentle squeeze.
“I was blind back then.” He finally spoke up, “I didn’t know it would hurt you that much. I thought you were like the other women and I was wrong I misjudged you. I’m just going to ask you once, I don’t want to force you, will you give me another chance to get to know you better?”
You stared at his blue eyes, noticing that he didn’t get enough sleep. Another silence filled the room once more before you stood up and drew your hand back from him.
“I don’t know Bruce, I’m still scared.” You grabbed your bag, walking towards the door before opening it open and stepped out. “I’ll think about it.”
[ END ]
Nope, notgonnacontinue this, I’msorry!!!
Oh a littlefunfact, Irewrotethislike… 2 times. Theothertwo has 2000 morewordsXDANDIDELETEDTHEM!
If you haven’t listened to the song, “The Night We Met” by Lord Huron you should! I recommend listening to it quietly on repeat while reading this fic!
I am not the only traveler Who has not repaid his debt I’ve been searching for a trail to follow again Take me back to the night we met
It had been four days…four days without him. Four days without laughter. Four days when all she knew was the feeling of emptiness where her heart should be. He took a huge part of her when he left, and she was afraid she would never get it back. She laid in their bed, a pathetic mess underneath a heap of crumpled sheets, some of his old t-shirts, and used tissues. Her pillows were soaked from all her tears. She had no idea she was capable of crying this much. Then again, she also had no idea that she was capable of loving him this much either.
Could you do a Poe imagines where you almost drown (your x wing crashes) and he has to do cpr on you. And him thinking that your dead he confesses his love to you?
“Come on, people. We are almost back home,” Poe, the head pilot, speaks from his headset.
General Organa sent four of her best pilots out a mission. The two day mission required immense focus and you barely got any sleep. Your surroundings were all so hazy and blurry as you were flying close to home. Vision going spotted, your eyes fluttered closed and you told yourself to stay awake.
(Y/N), you’re almost there. Come on, push through it.
Everyone told you if you were too sleepy to fly home, you should not fly at all. Someone would take you back in his X-wing. But you were too determined to fly back with no help. You were one of the best pilots, how could something bad happen to you?
“You okay, (Y/N)? Your ship is rocking back and forth,” a voice calls from the other line of your headset.
Shaking your head, you realize that you were falling asleep once more. ‘Yeah!“ you wake yourself up. "I’m fine, just uh- just a little turbulence…”
The pilots and you continue to make your venture back home as you get sleepier and sleepier. Your brain can’t take it anymore. You’ve just been so exhausted that you just need to rest your eyes.
Like before, your eyes start to flutter, softly and slowly. You can feel your X-wing start to fall as your body becomes knocked out. The last thing you hear is Poe’s voice calling your name…
Kamino was a water planet. All of it was covered in water and beaches. Nothing more, nothing less. When Poe saw that’s where you were crash landing, he knew he had to act quick.
As your ship plummeted down and hit the water, a huge splash erupted from the force of contact. Poe started directing orders left and right, his nerves high.
This can’t be happening. Not to her.
The other pilots located your ship and Poe landed his quickly so he could take you out safely. Once you and your ship were plucked from the ocean, you were brought up on the sane. Poe rushed to your side as he watched your expressionless face. You lips were parted, hair sprawled out across the warm sand.
Poe pressed his ear to your chest, listening for your heartbeat. He couldn’t find anything which made his heart sink. “Call General Organa and warn her. Now!” Poe commands as the other two pilots rush to the ships, leaving you and Poe alone on the beach.
He started to panic. What do I do? What do I do?
Suddenly, he realized that he has to perform an emergency CPR. Breathing out, he leans down, placing his lips on your parted ones. He pushes his oxygen from his lungs into yours, praying that you’ll wake up.
Poe then folds his hands while pressing short pulses to your chest.
“Come on, (Y/N). Wake up, please,” Poe whispers. He repeats the process a few more times, pressing his ear against your chest to check for a heartbeat. After about fifteen reps, he sees no progress. His heart sinks to the bottom of his stomach. “(Y/N), please,” his voice cracks. “Wake up, please. I haven’t told you how I really feel…(Y/N), wake up. I’m in love with you. And I have been so such a long time. Please wake up.”
Your eyes still remain shut, but your brain is awake and is processing all of the words spoken to you in that moment.
Poe was confessing his love…to you?
“I can’t let you go. Not now. Please wake up. I need you,” Poe tells you as he brushes your hair away from your face. You can hear sniffling as your body jolts with electricity, your eyes fluttering open. The picture before you is fuzzy as your eyes slowly adjust to the bright light of Kamino’s sun.
You let out a groan, before struggling to pick yourself up. “Poe?” you ask.
His brown eyes look down at you as his eyebrows furrow in confusion. “(Y/N)? You’re alright?” he asks, as you push your body weight on your elbows. “You’re alive.”
A small smile forms on his face as you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight hug. Poe buries his face in your neck, never wanting to let you go in fear he’ll lose you for good. When you pull away, you look into his deep eyes. “Did you mean what you said just then?” you ask.
He wears a confused expression before a slap of realization hits him. “Uh, um, I mean, yeah, kind of…”
With that, you grab his face and pull his lips onto yours. He is tense under your touch, but slowly relaxes as he cups your face. His lips are soft and you can’t help, but want to stay in that place forever. Pulling away, his eyes are still closed in complete bliss. You giggle at him, “Better than CPR?” you tease.
Poe shakes his head, eyes still closed. “Much better,” he whispers as you laugh, placing another gentle kiss to his lips.
My brother went to China when he was in the 7th grade with his school’s orchestra. I, filled with fear, asked him to please take my precious camera with him and bring me back a picture of a panda bear (because I had, at that time, never seen a panda bear in real life). It was literally the only thing I asked for.
He returned with 3 photos of a panda bear for me. All three were blurry. But my camera was intact, so I figured it could be worse.
Bestfran and her better half are in Japan right now, and it is being demonstrated to me on a daily basis that her better half has the same photography skills as my brother. I’m reliving those panda bear feels on a daily basis, lol.
GoM + Hanamiya when they bring their girlfriend home after she fainted from a fever in class and she's totally cute touching their face, gripping on their shirt etc and telling them that they are so beautiful and that she loves them so much etc.
AKASHI: How could you be so reckless? He scowled as he placed you on the couch gently and got up to grab a wet towel to compress you. You tugged on his shirt. “Sei-chan,” you groaned. “Stay with me. Please. You’re so sweet you know. I don’t know how you’re this sweet. Always so thoughtful. I’m so lucky.” You whispered with closed eyes, holding onto his shirt. He was stuck in between healing you or comforting you so he sighed and called for his maid to get the rest of the things.
AOMINE: He blinked funnily at you when you started calling him beautiful and yanking on his shirt. For once, he blushed slightly at the sudden rush of compliments before rolling his eyes. “You’re just too damn irresistible.” He smirked before wrapping you up in blankets, preventing you from escaping. “And as much as I want to attack you, you better get better first, then we can talk about sex.” He left you on the bed and went to satisfy himself in the bathroom.
HANAMIYA: “Hah?” He glared at you who were still pulling him closer and sticking to him. “You’re hot, baka.” You giggled and thanked him for the unintentional compliment. “You’re hot too, Ma-ko-to. You’re so hot and smart and, ugh, I just love you so much.” He smirked and was pleased despite your fevered state. “Alright, babe, I think it’s time for you to go to sleep.” Since you wouldn’t let him go, he sighed and gave in, hugging you as he drifted off to sleep as well.
KISE: You had never seen Kise blush and the one time he did was the one time your vision was all blurry and you were practically half drunk. “You’re so cute, Kise. Your hair is so shiny and soft, I love it so much.” You giggled and reached up to touch it before dropping back down out of exhaustion. He pinked evidently and stroked your hair away from your face before placing a compress on your forehead. “Get better first, ___-chi, then you can embarrass me again.”
KUROKO: Since he’s always been the caretaker in your relationship, he brought you home when you fainted at school and made sure to take care of you. He changed your compress, helped you switch out of your sweat-soaked clothes, and fed you warm soup. “Kurokoooo, you’re so sweet. So damn sweet, I love you, baby. So much.” He only smiled down at you in amusement, “Alright, ___-chan. Thank you and I love you too. You look adorable right now but please feel better.”
MIDORIMA: The only thing a tsundere could do when he’s flooded with compliments was blush. And that was exactly what Midorima did. He turned absolutely red and turned you into a blanket sushi roll, plopping you on the bed. “W-What are you saying? You’re not feeling well and that’s why you’re rambling on like this. Hurry up and get better!” But he would be very thoughtful and made sure to make you eat plenty of fruits and medicine.
MURASAKIBARA: Murasakibara watched you twist and turn on the bed and laughing to yourself. “I love you, Mukkun! So, so much! Like this much!” You snapped your arms open and burst out laughing again. “You’re so cute and cuddly.” Murasakibara would just give you a lazy grin, “You’re so cute and cuddly too.” After giving you medicine and providing compress, he slid in next to you and snuggled with you because cuddling was the best cure.
Maybe you can do a tattoo!artist Luke! on how the met? Please, I love tattoo!Artist Luke! So much.
So you and tattoo artist!luke would have met naturally at a tattoo parlor but it would be after you just broke up with your ex-boyfriend and you would be so so drunk and you would stumble into the tattoo parlor drunkenly and Luke would be at the desk since they were about to close and you would drunkenly poke his chest and explain you wanted to get a bird tattoo because you were now a free woman!!! and he would smirk and say ‘unfortunately we have a policy against tattooing pretty girls under the influence’ and he would watch you pout so he would quickly add on ‘but we have nothing against walking them home’ so he would walk you back to your apartment and make sure you get home safe and maybe it was the chilly air or the fact that Luke’s tattooed knuckles were gripping your hip to help you keep your balance but you were starting to sober up and his tattoos weren’t all so blurry anymore so you two end up sitting on the stoop outside of your apartment as you ask him all about the artwork on his arms and neck and fingers and he explains every one until the sun comes up and he has to walk back to the parlor for his morning shift
I hope you like this! tattoo artist!luke is my weakness too