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Frustration | Invisigal(Courtney)

Summary: She has a way of pissing you off, so you do the same. But for some reason, she fucks off.

Pairing: Invisigal x Reader

Content: Angst, Maybe interest if you squint.

A/N: I wish people wrote fics for her more often. She is so much more than her choice in childish jokes.

She always found a way to piss you off. Robert sending the two of you to secure a building. But she just had to find a way to fuck it up. As usual.

Normally you give her the benefit of the doubt because everyone else gave her a hard time. She deserved someone who would understand. But every time she was lectured after messing up, and you tried to support her, she’d say “I don’t need your help” or “I have enough to worry about.”

You even tried to get her to go out for drinks once. Unfortunately, she declined rudely, which filled you with disappointment and annoyance, you just wanted to give her a safe space. It left you questioning whether you should continue to excuse her bad behavior.

Today you didn’t ask, you just took the blame for her. Hearing Robert’s lecture, one you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at. Having to give an ass kissing lie to him. Courtney giving you a look, but not saying thank you. Which only made you more irate.

Taking the blame for her? Never again. Having her back? Not anymore. This was the final straw.

Walking back to SDN quietly. A pout on your face as you walked back. Looking at her would only deepen your irritation. Zoned out when you hear a snap next to you.

“God.. who pissed in your cereal this morning?” She questions you. Taking in your state as she spoke. A glimmer of concern crosses her eyes.

“Are you serious..?” You give a scoff and pick up your pace. In return, she continues to follow. Trying to catch up with you. Finally placing her hand on your shoulder and before she can say anything, you put her in her place.

“You want to know who pissed in my cereal? You. You fucking did. Why? Because you do stupid shit! You’re such a fuck up I had to take the blame for you.” Your voice raised. Approaching her closely, huffing, your brows furrowed. Initially she seemed caught off guard, then hurt, immediately filling you with shame.

“You know.. I didn’t ask for you to help me. I didn’t ask for you to take the blame either, Sorry for being such a fuck up! Sorry I’m not fucking perfect!” She made sure you understood her. Crossing her arms, unafraid to respond to you.

“Courtney I..” Before you could continue, she phased, walking off. Running your hands over your face harshly. “Fuck!” You groan loudly. Swinging your foot to kick something, but your ankle cried at whatever it hit. Limping back to SDN to get rest.

Your head laid uncomfortably on the top of a plastic chair, staring at the ceiling of the break room. Finger tapping the table’s surface. Aching ankle rested on the other cheap seat. Hearing a scrape on the floor, letting out a wince as you lowered the ankle. Not bothering to look at whoever is there.

It was better not to, if it was her, it would just make things worse. You didn’t speak as you got up. Limping to medical to get patched up.

Hearing a couple noises behind you, just assuming it’s Robert to check on you. Gazing in surprise at the one person you thought wouldn’t be there in the first place, Courtney.

You open your mouth, blurting the words. “Courtney, I’m really sorry, the way I took things out on you wasn’t fair and you didn’t deserve that,” She waved it off. So you stopped talking. Seeing her take a seat on the bed next to yours.

Words leaving her mouth you never thought you would hear. “I need you to understand that I act the way I do because I feel like I can never be perfect, not because I want to be a fuck up,” She was serious with you. Watching her glare at the wall. “Everyday I tell myself.. I was meant to be a villain, and.. Blonde Blazer was meant to be a hero, it’s just how the stars decide our fate,” Courtney murmurs the last part.

You hesitantly place your hand over hers, “I’m sorry.” It comes out one last time. Meant to be there for comfort, one more way of saying you understand. Which she seems to be okay with, squinting at your hand on hers before gently taking it in hers.

Maybe there was a possibility that things could get better.

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Doubt | Nick Furcillo

Summary: Your thoughts towards Nick are full of dread, because you know he would never like you back. But is that really true?

Pairing: Nick Furcillo x Reader

Content: Angst, kissing, then fluff!

Being at Hacketts Quarry summer camp could be fun. The excited campers that were a double edged sword, they could make your day difficult, or give you another reason to smile. Unfortunately most of the time it was the first option.

Today was only the worst, The kids didn’t wash all of their canoes after being in the lake. So it had been yours and Kaitlyn’s responsibility to rinse off whichever ones were dirty. Telling yourself you could still make the day better, you had brought the kids down to the Fire-pit after dinner. Wanting them to hear one of Ryan’s scary stories. Dylan and Nick indulging them with the treat of s’mores. Yet, they still somehow made a mess, and Mr. H made it your responsibility to clean it up.

Finally tidying up, making sure there was nothing left on the beach. You dragged your feet as you slumped back to your cabin. Gaze coming across Nick and Abi, strolling and giggling. It filled you with jealousy, the kind that made you want to dig a hole and bury yourself in it.

Instead you sighed, mumbling a “Whatever.” Still needing to prepare for the brief counselor meeting. Approaching the door with a frown before hearing your name. Turning around to see that it’s Nick calling you. Abi striding off to Emma, riding the golf cart back to the lodge. Furrowing your brows for a moment before walking over to him.

“Do you need something? Did I miss a s’more dropped at the beach?” You asked him in an exhausted manner. But he simply pulled you into a hug. Tensing at first before melting into it. Letting out a long exhale into his shoulder.

“I know Mr. H can be a dick sometimes, but I know you’re doing your best. Wanna walk with me to the meeting?” His eyes met yours hesitantly. Squinting once in question before moving away. You let go of him leisurely, your facial expression softening.

“Yeah that sounds.. yeah,” You nodded.

The two of you stroll, the silence overwhelming. You want to speak but don’t know what to say. Nick seems to be thinking the same thing. Catching peeks of him in the sunset, the golden cast against his skin. Highlighting his features in a good way. You couldn’t help but admire him.

Deciding to break the stillness, you say, “So.. how was your day?” Which led to millions of stories about the kids between you and him. From throwing s’mores at one another to hurting one another on the canoes. To confiscating love letters and being an asshole. It sucked, but it was your job, you couldn’t coddle them.

Approaching the lodge, Mr. H reminded you guys of his leave. Being out for the night. Reminding everyone to stay in their cabins in a harsh way. Leaving you and the other counselors staring at one another in confusion. Whispers of “is he okay?” spread amongst you after he drove off.

As you decided to be responsible and check on the kids, Nick drew near as you walked back to the cabins. “Since he’s out for the night, I was wondering if you wanted to hang out..?” He gave a shy smile.

“I mean sure, we’re good friends and the kids can be looked over by Kaitlyn,” You hummed. Placing your hand on his shoulder and giving a friendly squeeze, feeling him still. You gave him a small smile before going to check on the cabins and kids.

Discussing bedtime fairly, you left Kaitlyn, Ryan and Dylan to look over the kids. “They’ll be alive when I come back right?” You joked to Kaitlyn. In which she gave you a blank stare.

“You know the drill already, plus I think they’re scared of me,” Whispering the last part, her facial expression lightened up. Giving you a gentle push, “Don’t worry about us, we got this.” Reassuring you before you left.

Mouthing Kaitlyn one last, “Thank you.” Nick began his stroll with you. That void in your head that echoed “he doesn’t fucking like you,” rang like a bell. Constantly swinging back and forth in your head. Not registering the fact he gently waved a hand in your face.

“Hello..? Anyone there? You doing alright?” He asked. Gazing at you with concern. Finally clicking in your head that he was talking to you.

“Ah fuck.. sorry I zoned out,” You were honest. letting out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. Composing yourself and looking in his direction. “Sorry..? What were you talking about?” You ask him, wanting to listen.

He guides you, hands on your arms. To look at the view in front of you. His palms on your skin got your heart thumping rapidly. Taking a breath to remind yourself that you’re not his. “It’s beautiful,” You murmured. The sun finally fell, and the night had its spotlight. Moon blasting its glow among the forest.

You could feel him staring into the deep depths of your soul. Like he was trying to figure you out, what you were thinking. “So.. how do you feel that camp’s almost over?” You gave him a question. Wanting to ignore the obvious tension.

“Gonna miss a lot of people, you guys have all become my friends, important people, that’s what really matters to me,” He replied in a hushed tone. Quiet, just like the forest at this time of night.

“That’s sweet Nick, really, are you sure you’re not gonna miss someone more than that?” You awkwardly laughed. It was your way of shutting down, to hide how you really felt. But he just hummed quietly. Like he knew what you were thinking.

“I don’t like Abi.. not like that,” Nick couldn’t help but glance at you. Doing his best to read your facial expression. But your poker face was pretty strong, glad he couldn’t see the tears that welled in your eyes.

“I don’t believe you,” it came out weak. A sentence that was supposed to be a tease. Yet it was as if you had just told him you liked him. But he didn’t reply, not a whisper. Feeling him lean his forehead against yours. An unspoken way of knowing your downcast disposition.

“I want to be more than friends, okay? I want to be with you. To date you, to kiss you.. to be there for you. I promise I like you, and you only,” His hand cradled your cheek. A tear escaping your eyes, to which he wiped with the pad of his thumb.

You held him by his shirt, waiting for him to let go. But he never did, he didn’t move an inch. Letting out a shaky breath, you muttered, “How did you know?” To which he pulled back to look at you.

“I didn’t,” He cooed back. Exchanging a melancholy glare for a moment before leaning up towards him. Hesitatingly planting a peck to his lips. Pulling away before he could react.

“Sorry.. I shouldn’t have,” You whispered. Before your hands could retreat, he guided one to his heart. Letting you feel the thump beneath your palm.

“S’okay, more than okay,” He leaned back down swiftly to give you a frantic kiss. It filled you with shock before you returned it softly. Sighing slowly as your lips met. He tasted of chapstick and marshmallow, which made you smile. You ran your hands down his chest as he pulled back for air.

You hung out for a little longer, gentle pecks and hand holding as you two strolled. There couldn’t have been a better way to end such a bad day.

Walking you back to your cabin, you gave him your goodbyes before lying down. Confused when you saw him come back to the door. Opening it just a little to see him.

“You forgot something,” He whispered. Patting his pockets before giggling. Which made you roll your eyes.

“What did I forget..?” You gave into his game just to see his dumb face for a pinch longer.

“My goodnight kiss,” He approached you.

“You’re so sappy,” Laughing as he leaned down slowly, giving a gentle peck that you warmly returned before walking away.

There were so many more hellish days ahead of you. But you were glad you would be able to spend them with him.

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Ship Wreck | Alex Weiss

Summary: Feeling terrible on the boat, Alex spits out some cringy dad jokes to make you less sea sick.

Pairing: Alex Weiss x Reader

Content: Just light angst, Romance hinted.

A/N: Why does this guy have no fanfics, I thought all the girls love the nerds.. LMAO

Being on the way to Yamatai was hell. Not only because of the tense nature of your group. But also the swishing waters. Filling your nostrils with salt and metal.

What made it worse was watching Alex gawk at Lara. The guy you couldn’t help but fall for on the way. Always having good intentions, just bad at executing them.

You hated how he obsessed over Lara, eyes trailing as she made a small move. Ready to defend her, but keeping silent. It filled you with severe pain, not because Lara isn’t amazing. But because you knew you couldn’t ever be on her level.

When Whitman began to complain about where to go, until Roth pointed him in the right direction sternly. Shutting up his and Lara’s debate. Giving you the opportunity to swiftly leave the room of the ship and take a minute to breathe.

With how tense the room was, it only added to your dizziness. Walls blurring as you stumbled to the balcony. The ocean air only really made it worse. Huffing and puffing to yourself to regulate your nausea.

Hearing the door shut behind you, believing it’s Lara, you give an “You know how to give them a show, don’t you?” Until your eyes meet Alex’s. Pausing before looking back down at the ocean.

“Sorry,” You add an additional whisper. Retreating back, remembering how much he admired Lara. Fighting off the urge to throw up your meal into the ocean.

Alex noticed your expression and almost knew right away. “What’s a Fish without an eye?” He asked, pushing his glasses up. Taking on the superhero role he was meant to.

You let out a groan, too busy thinking about your breathing. “Uh.. what?”

“Fsh,” He continued. Side eyeing him in your state. Watching him awkwardly smile to be reassuring. For a minute it almost worked, almost made you forget everything. That sting in your chest when you watched him gaze at someone else, or the tears that fell at night when you thought you weren’t good enough for him.

Before coming to a reality check. He’s just helping you, it’s nothing special. A frown on your face as you bluntly waved him off. “I don’t need your help Alex.”

Hearing a long exhale leave his lips before muttering, “How many tickles does it take to make an octopus laugh..?” You audibly groan, running a hand over your face. Wishing he would just leave, it would make the ache easier. Hell, it would probably make your sickness disappear. Your other palm began to squeeze the railing tightly to lighten the flowing liquid in your neck. “Ten-tickles!” Instead of hearing a laugh leave your lips, you hurled.

Nerves leaving your body, but not the dread of being next to Alex. Tensing when you felt his hand gently rub circles on your back to help.

“I’m just gonna—thanks,” You awkwardly blurted. Striding around him to your room.

The rest of the day was spent in bed tossing and turning. Trying to remove the event from your head. To not care about how simple it was. He was just helping, like any friend would. Which was okay, but deep down, you couldn’t help but wish for more.

Which was why you had to stop, take time to yourself. Planning to avoid him for a while.. it would probably make things easier. Sleeping in for the rest of the night. That debacle went from a day to a week. Hanging out with everyone except for him. Not exchanging any kind of words. You were better off anyways.

The trip was almost over, you guys were almost at Yamatai. Hopefully it’s everything you wanted. A cultural experience, something that could change the entire group’s lives in a positive way. Ready for whatever comes.

Until you heard a knock on your door one night after getting ready for bed. Approaching your door opening it and whispering a, “Lara.. what’s up?” Until you found that it was Alex. Dark circles under his eyes, his hair unkept and shaggy, he stared at you. Walking in without your welcome.

“What the hell Alex?” You questioned. Before he simply sat down. His lips parting to say something before shutting.

“I couldn’t help but notice you ignoring me ever since that day you had—god I couldn’t piece it together at first until I did. I just want to ask.. why?” He was so quick to say it. Your brows initially furrowed. Thinking he would accuse you of something. But he actually asked why.

“What exactly did you piece together Alex?” You demanded. To which he let out a sigh.

“I know you like me,” He responded.

The rest of this night is gonna be a long one.. isn’t it?

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Frostbite | Zeke Landon

Summary: After constant torture from following callings. You and Zeke wake up in the morning. Trading whispers that deepen your connection

Pairing: Zeke Landon / fem!reader

Contents: fluff, established relationship, vulnerability, not proofread

A/N: first time writing, hopefully you like it :)

Waking up mornings after being on Flight 828 used to be painful until you met him. From getting a glimpse of your face in a magazine, to lying next to you in your bed. An opportunity too good to be true. Sometimes you wondered why he stayed.

Glaring light shining in from the window. A groan leaving your lips as you stretched. Chills running down your spine. Slightly quivering at the air’s frigid presence. Leaving lingering goosebumps along your forearms.

Hearing a grumble from the man next to you. Sneering at the look of his disheveled dark locks. A frail smile tugging at your lips without trying. Gently running a hand down his shoulder as you move to face him.

The last couple of days had been rough. Arguments that led to lying in bed quietly. If not, then it was cuddling and whispered apologies. Yet you couldn’t help but feel guilty. Callings were more than important to you, and he understood. On the other hand, it was difficult to communicate through your problems. Finding your relationship weak because of constantly prioritizing these messages over him.

“Good morning,” You hesitantly murmured. Wanting to run your hands through his hair but retreating back to your side instead.

Zeke let out a grumble in return. Before willingly moving to face you. His intense, icy colored eyes meeting your own. Stroking a stray hair away from your cheek.

“You don’t have to do that,” He softly replied. Like he read your mind without you even speaking. Damn him and his empathy, always knowing what to do right. Palm finding your chin, the other dragging you closer by your thigh. The sheets letting out a low rustle as you were dragged to be face to face.

“Do what..?” You asked. Giving him a raised brow. Getting comfortable as he gently moved you in his arms. Settling them around your waist. His warmth engulfing your body to stop shivers. Smelling fresh, with a hint of pine. Grasping onto that scent as it sung to your heart. Adding to that stream of shame.

“Do that thing where you sulk in guilt. It’s okay, I don’t blame you for anything,” He whispered. He could’ve been lying, but his expression said otherwise. Finding comfort in his tender look.

“I just.. I.. we’ve gone through so much I just don’t know where to start. How to fix this. Us,” Trailing off as your gaze fell. Zeke chose to bring his fingers to your hair. Hearing the thumps of his heart as your head touched his chest.

“We’ll figure it out,” Reassuring you. Overwhelmingly enough you felt better. Finding comfort within his heat.

“I’m sorry,” You continue to whisper anyways. Despite his forgiving nature. Zeke still holds onto you. Unwilling to let go of you as a stray tear fell. Wiping it away with the pad of his thumb. Appearing a light blue, jogging your memory of his frostbite. Pulling him closer by his biceps.

Sight flickering as cherry blossom petals fall in the air. Before landing on Zeke once more. A reminder that you could move forward. Being honest about how you truly felt was a step in the right direction.

“I’m sorry too,” He replies. Placing a brief kiss to the crown of your skull. Cradling you closely as you were pulled back into sleep. Growing limp against him as your eyes shut.

“I’m cold,” You frowned. Before sighing with ease as he brought the comforter over you two. Attached to him with your hands, taking fistfuls of his shirt. Growing less intense as the blanket continued to keep the two radiant.

Hearing one last, “That better?” Before black was all you saw. Lightly snoring as you finally fell into slumber.

Hoping that tomorrow would be full of stupid grins, brushing your teeth in the morning together and making breakfast that doesn’t taste as good as Zeke’s. The absurd things reminding you why connection is important.

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Made an arcane fan animation hehe