#fitz vacker x reader

[pxrcyjcksons]

falling for ya

You're a cute nerd, Fitz is into it

pairing: fitz vacker x fem!reader

warnings/tags: tooth aching fluff, simp syndrome, use of Y/N, nerdy reader, not mentioned much except you're awkward and reading a book, it's mostly just Fitz yapping I'm not gonna lie

kaia talks! this is my first ever x reader so uh yeah!

1.5k words ©pxrcyjcksons

Fitz was distraught.

He had just met the love of his life. That's good right? Wrong. While he was jumping with joy just thinking about you, he couldn't get over how he had never seen you before.

You're in the same grade. Go to the same school. Hell, you were in the same classes. But he had never noticed you.

How you ask? How did he never look your way? Well, he didn't exactly know. You were the prettiest elf he had certainly ever seen, so not even a glance? A brush of the shoulders? A lock of the eyes?

You two must've sat next to each other at one point. Right?

Had you noticed him? Even know he existed? Fitz quickly cast away that thought. He was Fitz Vacker for Fallon's sake, the golden boy of Foxfire.

Stay focused Fitz, he thought to himself. You're supposed to see her today.

He finally met you two days ago. He was searching for a telepathy book for Tiegran's class, and when he turned the corner, there you were. In all your—mid reading a book he had never heard of—glory. He could've dropped down on one knee at the very second.

You seemed to be reading a very interesting—or rather confusing— moment in your book because your eyebrows were furrowed together and lips in a downward motion. You looked so lovely scowling down at the paperback that he couldn't help but watch.

After his very unsubtle staring dilemma, he turned away to walk—or more so sprint—out of that library as swiftly and stealthy he could manage when you looked up from said book.

Panic! Panic! His body yelled. Get out of there! But his legs wouldn't cooperate. He gathered up the most courage he could muster and smiled a—hopefully—friendly smile. "Hello." He stammered out. Why'd you'd say hello? That's so formal Fitz. Focus. "I just need that book right there."

"Hi!" You smiled back. "Sorry oh um let me just," You awkwardly moved out of the way, gathering your things so he didn't have to move them, and stood up, gesturing with your hands that the path was now empty.

The book he grabbed wasn't even the right one—he would later find out it was in the opposite shelf—but he picked the first one he saw and got out of there right after muttering an awkward "goodbye".

When he got back home he immediately scanned every profile that was in his grade from the list he got when he first started Foxfire. He never thought he needed to use it but Della, Fitz's mom, insisted on printing it out. He sent out a silent thanks to his mother, her once again saving him from ineffable doom. Once he found your name, a rather pretty name, he searched you up and found out every bit of information he could of you.

While intaking all of the findings of you, he memorized your schedule and knew what time your free period was. The exact same time you two met in the library. After a tiny bit more research (this time on yours and your friends social media) he found out that everyday you went to the library to study or decompress.

The day after he met the book-reading girl, Fitz took the whole day to watch your every step. He knew it was creepy, but he didn't mean it in a weird way. He just needed to make sure you continued on with your daily schedule and didn't change it up. It wasn't in a weird way.

Even if this goes bad, you both still could be friends. From the info he gathered from your friend's social, you seemed pretty cool. Well, not cool necessarily. You were shy, awkward, always ran from the camera, had a couple friends but weren't that close to any of them, spent your time with inanimate objects more than the living, and other stuff that if Keefe found out about he would definitely bully you—and Fitz for liking you.

But Keefe didn't matter right now. All that mattered was opening this library door to the place that he will recall to your future children. 'This building is where I met your mother.'

He could already imagine it.

Woah Fitz, a voice in his head spoke. She doesn't even know you, must less want to date you.

He let out a sigh, stepping into Eternalia Library. He wasn't sure if you were here yet—not seeing you on his way here—so he decided to walk around for a little bit. Catch up on some reading. Go get the telepathy book, the same voice from before spoke.

Right. That.

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Ten minutes passed of utter boredom before you arrived. Fitz looked up from his book, eyes widening at the sight of you. You looked pretty much the same—Foxfire uniform on, hair down, eyes shining from the way the light reflected on them. You smiled warmly at the Librarian working, even greeting them with a nod before walking towards the back of the building, passing behind the bookshelves, escaping Fitz's sight.

He waited a couple minutes—or seconds—before following you. He memorized the night before what he was going to say, but now standing a couple feet behind you, he forgot all of it.

He knocked on the wood, gaining your attention. Your eyes widened at the sight of him, looking slightly panicked. Fitz knew he had that affect on people, seen it on multiple girls before, but none of them looked like they wanted to run away and go die in a hole. Huh. Weird.

"Hello, I don't think we formally met yet." He smiled a hopefully confident smile, praying that you couldn't hear his heartbeat going rampid. Play it cool Fitz. Play it cool.

He reached out his hand. "I'm Fitz, what's your name?" Great job.

You told him your name, returning a half smile. You weren't the talkative type, Fitz could tell that much, so he put it on his responsibility to keep the conversation flowing.

"What are you reading?" He asked, peeking over slightly. You perked up at that, clearly excited to tell him about it.

"Romeo and Juliet," you say, hands hugging the hardback. "It's a human classic. Found it in the very back."

"I didn't know we carried human books."

You swayed from foot to foot. "That's what most people think, but when you go looking and become friends with the Librarian, there's more than you think."

"Really?" Fitz raised his eyebrows. You were quite cute, avoiding eye contact, chewing anxiously on your bottom lip. He didn't want to make you nervous—though he supposed if he doesn't, you'll never be friends.

You nodded. "Yeah! Um," you looked around again, avoiding eye contact once more. "Do you suppose you want me to show you some?" You were fidgeting now, fingers rubbing against each other, crossing and moving against the smooth skin.

He smirked. Yeah, I could get use to this. "Of course," He motioned with his arms. "Lead the way, sweetheart."

The nickname felt natural against his tongue, it slipping out on instinct. He was quite glad he said it too, for the reaction of you blushing a deep crimson made all his hard work to get to this moment worth the while. Hell, you could've ran away right at this moment, never seeing him again, and he would've been just fine if this picture stayed with him. Well that's a lie, he would not be fine. But he would feel a bit better if you did end up running. Hopefully you don't though.

He followed you through the maze of bookshelves, easing through every twist and turn. You went at a fast pace, already knowing where you're going. He had to speed up a bit from how fast you were moving—not that he minded.

You guys reached the back of the library, a secret place he had never thought to go before. It was hidden in a corner, pushed in the back under the stairs going up to the second floor. There was about a hundred books there, all printed in English. Times like these where Fitz really wished he was a polyglot.

You seemed to realize that too because you stopped and turned towards him, "are you a polyglot?" You asked, looking up at him.

He shook his head. "No I'm not."

Your eyes widened again and stammered, "I'm so sorry! Well not like sorry for you not being a polyglot that's out of both of our controls, but I'm sorry for showing this to you! I mean I show you books that you can't even read! That's horrible I'm sorr-"

"Y/n." He interrupted. God could you get any more adorable?

You stopped abruptly, hands shooting to your sides. "Sorry." You muttered, looking down.

Fitz laughed softly, looking at you with gentle admiration shining in his eyes. "You don't have to apologize."

He grabbed the book you were still holding. "Now, tell me about this book you were reading."

He grinned down at the awkward girl, her returning a smaller, delicate, smile.

Yeah, he could definitely get used to this.

𑣲⋆ HE'S SO FINE ANGANGANGANGNAGNG 𑣲⋆ Guys i know I suck with dialogue but I hope you enjoyed! 𑣲⋆ Also this is the first ever Fitz x Reader fic I've ever seen on Tumblr so I'm wearing this badge of honor with pride 𑣲⋆ BYE BYE PLS SEND IN REQUESTS

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[luvfrankzhang]

Hihi :) I just wanted to say I absolutely love your works! It’s so hard to find Kotlc x reader so I was genuinely jumping for joy when I saw your Fitz and Keefe fics XD

I’m not sure if this is against the rules cause of multiple characters , but could I please request reader making Keefe, Fitz, and Dex, (separately) really flustered? Like what would have them blue screening and struggling to speak coherently?

Thank you so much and I hope you have a wonderful day/night :D

(Feel free to ignore ofc!)

System malfunction

Dex-

The cafeteria of Foxfire was crowded the second the bell rang. With your tray in hand, you weaved around the groups of people looking around before finally finding the table that all your friends sat at. “Hello!” you said cheerfully, sitting down next to your boyfriend-dex. He smiled at you, grabbing your hand and holding his slightly larger palm in it under the table. Keefe saw the motion and grinned, opening his mouth like he had something to declare, before Sophie glared at him. The commotion continued once you settled, and you occasionally joined in the random conversations. As you were listening to Marella ramble on about something, you leaned into Dex, absentmindedly kissing him on the cheek without even noticing. He gaped at you, a pretty pink blush already making its way up his neck. “Uh, earth to Dex? You good, man?” Keefe said from the opposite end of the table, already smirking. Your sweet boyfriend just stared at the wall in front of him, looking like he had hearts for eyes. The people at your table laughed and chuckled, clearly amused by what was going on. “I think you may have broken him, y/n.”

Fitz-

Fitz’s bed was like a cloud under your back as you lay on it. His head was resting on your lap as you gentily ran your fingers through his hair. Fitz was currently trying to read to you a book that you had to do for a report. Sure, you could do it for yourself, but what was better then having your hot boyfriend read it aloud as you listened? His smooth, brown locks flowed through your palm as you gentily stared to massage the tips of your fingers into his scalp. You could feel him relax even more, melting into a puddle in your lap as his grip loosed on the book before he caught it again.

Cute.

You smiled to yourself, leaning down to kiss his forehead. You could see his teal eyes widen and flick up to you, his steady voice faltering. “Hm? Whats wrong?” you asked, biting your cheek to conceal your grin before slowly pressing kisses everywhere on his face you could reach. You could feel his face growing redded and hotter. “Aw, your so cute.”

keefe -

Watching keefe study for his exams was torture. You had yours a few days ago, while keefe’s last one was tomorrow. He was on his desk, cramming everything he could. You threw a pillow up in the air as you layed on his mattres, bored as hell. “Keeeefe,” you say, dragging out the vowels. “When are you gonna be done??” You complain, rolling onto your stomach as you got an idea. You put the soft plush that was in your arms down, stalking to where Keefe was sitting on his chair. You rounded the back of it and plopped down on his lap, covering the notes he was looking intently at. “Hey! Rude.” He whines, clearly not that bothered as he winded his long arms around your waist. You grabbed his chin, tilting his head up and kissing him with no warning. Your free hand curled into his blond hair. You opened your eyes and could see a blush creeping up onto his cheeks. You pulled away, smirking at him as you cooed “Look at that cute blush.”

Oh my gosh your so sweet! Thank you for the request!

Dividers: @rmstitanics

[blessedbyahuntress]

Just the Eldest Foster

Chapter One: Excuse My Sister, She's a Telepath. Now, What Were You Saying?

Warnings: Some swearing. Fitz

Word Count: 1.3k

“Miss Foster!” 

You sucked in a breath, going to yank your sister’s earbuds out by the cords before your teacher, Mr. Sweeney, could. 

It didn’t stop Mr. Sweeney from berating Sophie, though. “Have you decided that you’re too smart to pay attention to this information?”

You winced when you heard your sister’s mumbled response. “No, Mr. Sweeney.”

You were a year older than Sophie, but were often mistaken for the younger sibling, being a few centimeters shorter than her. Yet you made up for it in spirit- or, in many people’s opinion, annoyingness. You tried to stand out- hence the pastel clothes- and you often stood up for your sister when she got picked on. 

“Then perhaps you can explain why you were listening to your iPod instead of following along?” Mr. Sweeney asked.

You put your hands on your hips, jutting out your chin. “Then perhaps you can explain why you’re bugging her about music instead of teaching? Though I highly doubt anyone here would like to continue listening to your awful lesson, so by all means, keep going.”

A chorus of ooo’s echoed throughout the high school seniors. Mr. Sweeney’s nostrils flared. 

“Well then, Miss Y/N Foster, if my lesson is that boring, why don’t you explain to the class how the Lambeosaurus differs from the other dinosaurs we’ve studied?” His voice was dripping with ice. 

You smirked. “Gladly,” you said, fixing your teacher with your oddly colored eyes- one brown, the other blue with silver flecks. 

You remembered every fact you had seen on the information card in front of the display, and you recited everything you could think of. You didn’t have photographic memory like Sophie, but you did have eidetic memory- you could recall an image from memory with high precision, for at least a brief amount of time.

Mr. Sweeney scowled, and Sophie grabbed your forearm to get you to stop talking. Satisfied that you would stop shut up now, your teacher stalked away.

“You need to stop-” Sophie started.

“Nice job, superfreaks,” Garwin Chang sneered as tried to push you out of his way, only to frown when you didn’t budge. “Maybe they’ll write another article about you two. ‘Child Prodigy Teaches Class About the Lame-o-saurus.’” 

You shoved him with one hand, smirking when he stumbled back a step. “It’s Lambeosaurus. See, this is why you didn’t get into Yale.”

You kept smirking as he grabbed the collar of your shirt, lifting you off the ground. “You little-”

And then Garwin released his grip, causing you to fall on your bottom. You looked up in confusion, only to see him holding his hand to his eye. 

Nearly all of your attention was focused on the boy standing next to you. He was tall with dark hair, one fist clenched, the other gripping yesterday’s newspaper- the one with you and Sophie’s photo on the front. 

“Hasn’t anyone ever taught you not to assault a woman?” The boy shot you a glance, but you completely missed it, a smile flitting across your face as you watched Garwin’s reaction.

Garwin huffed and turned on his heels. “This isn’t over, odd eyes.”

As he stalked away, your rescuer turned toward you fully. His eyes met yours for the first time, and his widened. “You really do have odd eyes.”

You scowled and looked at Sophie, but your sister was just standing there, unhelpfully making heart eyes at the boy. 

The boy shook his head, as if clearing unwanted thoughts from his mind. “Sorry,” he apologized. “I didn’t mean-”

“It’s fine,” you lied. “I’m used to it.” 

The boy gave you a sympathetic look, offering you a hand. You finally realized you’d still been sitting on the ground. The boy gently pulled you to your feet, and you dusted off your jeans.

“Thanks,” you murmured.

“No problem,” he replied, looking between you and Sophie. He pointed to the newspaper. “Is this you?”

You raised your eyebrows at Sophie as she nodded. She looked so starstruck, you nearly snickered. 

“Yep,” you said simply.

“I thought so.” This time he addressed Sophie. “I didn’t realize your eyes were brown.”

“Uh… yeah. Why?” Your sister looked rather puzzled.

He shrugged. “No reason,” he said.

You had the feeling that you knew what Sophie was about to say, and you made a move to put a hand over her mouth, but not before she blurted, “are you in this class?”

You gave an exasperated sigh. Of course he wasn’t in your class!

But he only smiled. “No.” You really wanted to place his accent, but you just couldn’t. 

He pointed to an Albertosaurus. “Tell me something. Do you really think that’s what they looked like? It’s a little absurd, isn’t it?”

“Not really,” Sophie said at the same time as you said, “definitely.”

Your sister turned to you, eyebrows furrowed. “Why? What do you think they looked like?” She asked.

Before you could think of a response- to be frank, you couldn’t think of a reason, it just didn’t seem right to picture a creature as ugly as that existed- the boy cut in with a laugh. “Never mind. I’ll let you get back to your class. It was nice to meet you Sophie, Y/N.”

He turned to leave, but two classes of small children barged into the fossil exhibit. You watched a look of pain cross both of Sophie’s and the strange boy’s face. Rushing over and rubbing your sister’s back with comforting circles, you watched the boy’s reaction. 

“Did you just… hear that?” He asked in a soft voice. 

You knew what he was talking about- Sophie had told you about the voices, about hearing the thoughts of everyone except you. 

Sophie paled. 

“Who are you?” You demanded. “I thought only my sister could hear the thoughts of others.”

You reached out and gave Sophie’s hand a squeeze. 

“So you did.” He leaned in closer. “Are you a Telepath?” 

“Don’t react, don’t react, don’t react,” you repeated under your breath, clutching Sophie’s hand tighter as if you could will her not to flinch.

She did.

“You are!” The boy whispered. “I can’t believe it!” 

Still holding your sister’s hand, you started dragging her toward the exit. Sophie didn’t protest; she seemed frozen with shock. 

“Wait!” The boy said. “It’s okay! You don’t have to be afraid. I’m one too.”

He glanced at you for a split second, and his eyes conveyed his confliction. 

“My… name’s… Fitz.” He couldn’t seem to speak without hesitating under your sharp multicolored glare. 

“Well, Fitz.” Your voice was almost as piercing as your eyes. “We’ll be leaving now.”

That seemed to snap all of said hesitation away. He took a few steps toward you and grabbed your forearm. You looked down at his hand in both uncomfortability and slight anger. 

“It’s okay, Y/N. I’m here to help you. We’ve been looking for you for thirteen years.”

You felt your eyes widen and your mouth open to ask one of the questions swirling around your mind. 

But then it was Sophie’s turn to drag you through the doors. 

“Sophie, Y/N! Come back!” Fitz shouted. The footsteps that sounded behind you indicated that the boy was following you. 

You had always been the more athletic sibling, and soon it was you pulling Sophie along. 

Yet you could hear Fitz gaining on you, so you poured on the speed. 

You felt Sophie freeze as you were halfway across a crosswalk, making you whip your head toward the sound of screeching tires. Shit.

You were surely going to die.

[pxrcyjcksons]

kaia's kotlc masterlist

smau.ᐟ

⤷if the kotlc crew had instagram

fitz vacker.ᐟ

⤷falling for ya

sophie foster.ᐟ

⤷nothing here yet...

keefe sencen.ᐟ

⤷nothing here yet...

tam song.ᐟ

⤷nothing here yet...

biana vacker.ᐟ

⤷nothing here yet...

dex dizznee.ᐟ

⤷nothing here yet...

linh song.ᐟ

⤷nothing here yet...

[luvfrankzhang]

Fitz vacker x reader headcannons!

꩜ he would genuinely be jumping up and down when he got back his matchmaking results and you were one of the top five

꩜ the first one to know that you two are dating would probably biana…And definitely not by choice

-Like, one random day when biana was bored and you were in fitz’s room working on a ‘project’, she would walk in and just find y’all kissing on his floor. Definitely would be giggling after

꩜#1 avoider of pda. Like, the most pda he would do would hug,hold your hand and MAYBE a kiss on the cheek.

꩜ would 1000% bake something for you every time you come over.

-Like you would come over after foxfire and find him with a red face holding out a tray of mallowmelt.

“I made these for you.”

꩜ would try and have the perfect family/marriage (happy wife, happy life)

꩜ whenever he’s in the infirmary, (because yk he is) he’ll be grumpy and silent riiight up until you visit him, then oh so suddenly he’s talking and’ll eat any medicine.

꩜ if you and fitz were the last ones still in the ultimate splotching championship, he would try to refrain just a bit so you could win. (He Let you win exactly once before he forgot.)

Need to contribute my own to this fandom :)

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~(The main storyline, characters, and some dialogue belong to Shannon Messenger)~