jule

ty for the sweet request dear! my day's been great <3 i wasn't really sure what direction to go in with this, but i rlly hope you like it!

Confessions

Jay (Okja) x GN!Reader

Summary: jay tries to separate his crush on his favorite team member from his duties as a leader (spoiler alert: he's really bad at it)

cws: some cursing, few mentions of violence

mostly fluff, jay being rlly overprotective <3

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Upon meeting Jay, anyone could recognize that he was a born leader.

You had never in your life met someone who was as determined, loyal and caring as he was. His team members admired him for his sense of purpose, never letting anything get in the way of a mission.

And that mentality had stuck with him since the beginning. However, as cliche as it was, love got in the way.

Jay had known from the day you joined the ALF that you would bring trouble with you. Not in the sense of sabotaging their missions of course, you were one of their greatest assets now, but he knew you'd make his role as their leader a lot more difficult.

And that you did. He had managed to control his crush on you for many months, though things truly started to change after one mission a few months ago, when a protest escalated and you got hurt badly. Jay was attacked by security first, making you run after him quickly and trying your best to get the men off of him. In the end you were left with dark bruises all over you, Jay incredibly weak but determined enough to heave your unconscious body to their van.

From that incident on he knew he wasn't the leader he was supposed to be anymore. His feelings had made him vulnerable, him now fully aware that his top priority had turned from going through with their every mission into keeping you safe and unharmed. Jay had tried his very best to fight his feelings, but you were too witty, too clever, too courageous and definitely too beautiful not to keep him awake at night, wondering how things could be if he didn't have to bear so much responsibility.

So he decided to just deal with it silently, admire you from afar without raising suspicion and therefore keeping both of you out of trouble. The bitter aftertaste from your injury remained however, making him realize how strongly he truly cared for you.

His strong protective urges turned out to be quite the disadvantage for your connection with Jay however, his unspoken feelings making you slightly drift apart instead. At first you felt truly cared for, his daily checking up on your recovery process lasting a full 4 and a half weeks. But after 2 months he still seemed to be mothering you, one incident in particular pissing you off.

The team had been considering sending one of the members undercover into an animal testing lab, therefore collecting some important footage for their upcoming protest against animal cruelty. You were the first to volunteer, not exactly keen on witnessing the horrors inside the lab first hand, but also wanting to save your friends the traumatic experience.

Jay was quick to object however, a simple "No, absolutely not." followed by no explanation whatsoever. You looked at him bewildered, considering he had just approved the idea only few minutes ago.

"What? But you- you literally just said it was a good idea? Why the sudden change of mind?", you had asked him, confusion written all over your face.

He had ran his fingers through his black hair, clearly lost in his own thoughts. "No, I do think it's a good idea. It's just that you- well your shoulder's still hurt from last time. We can't risk you any trouble."

You looked even more confused now. Of course you had to rest for quite some time after those fuckers had fractured your shoulder, but you were all healed now, and he knew that. After all he was the one who came by checking in on you every single day.

"My shoulder's fine, Jay. Just let me-"

"You're not going.", he interrupted you, giving you a stern look. You furrowed your eyebrows in shock, surely not used to this tone from him.

After that the discussion had ended, noone daring to question Jay's decision as a leader. In the end Red ended up being the chosen one, earning only an approving nod from Jay, who left quickly after their meeting was over.

You were clearly burning up with anger, mistaking his disapproval and lame excuse as a way of belittling you. Did he seriously lose his trust in your abilities after what happened last time? Surely that couldn't be the reason, considering you only did it to keep the men from doing the same thing to him instead.

This behaviour of his kept reemerging over the next month, constantly turning you down when it came to "dangerous solo missions". At this point everyone had been both suspicious and irritated, not buying into the excuses he came up with anymore.

Jay knew his team was beginning to question his ways, after all he was practically wasting your precious skills on the most risk-free tasks he could find. He couldn't help himself however, most nights being awakened by scarily vivid nightmares of your limp body in his arms and the cries of pain that followed afterwards. He knew their job was dangerous, he knew you had signed up for it perfectly aware of the risks, but he couldn't handle seeing you like that again - ever.

Today was the exception however, it being the day of the protest you had been planning for months now. Jay knew you needed to be apart of it, so he decided on grouping you two together when they were planning out the role each member would play in the protest. You and Jay wouldn't be completely out of danger, but at least he could keep a close eye on you in the process.

You hadn't spoken much these last few weeks, avoiding him at all cost. He hated it. He missed your conversations more than anything, having it always found easy to open up to you about pretty much anything. How ironic this was, a conflict created solely on the fact that Jay was scared of doing exactly that. A fear of ruining the more or less stable group dynamics, neglecting his duties as a leader and perhaps even a slight fear of rejection.

K was the first to break the tense silence in the van, gasping at the large crowd that had already began to form when they arrived. "This is gonna be HUGE!", he whispered enthusiastically. Jay was mainly responsible for that, having invited animal rights organizations all over the country.

"Exactly, so make sure to be extra careful, cops usually don't like large crowds. Neither do the bastards we're opposing today.", Jay replied calmly, of course giving you a quick look in the process. You simply just rolled your eyes, obviously noticing who his little lecture was directed to.

Everyone but K got out of the truck, him having to set up the broadcasting of their footage. Silver and Blond simply blended into the crowd, while Red took off towards the large parking structure ahead of them.

Jay simply muttered a "Come with me" before taking off aswell, walking directly into the mass. You were still insanely pissed at him, but the fear of losing him somewhere in the crowd made you follow up quickly. So you squeezed through the many people with large signs in their hands, following your tall leader towards the other end, him occasionally greeting some of his old friends and allies. He looked back at you every few seconds, making sure you were still behind him but most likely too scared of upsetting you to simply just reach for your hand.

You had finally reached the other end, now slightly out of breath.

"So now we just wait?", you asked Jay hesitantly, the latter currently scanning the surroundings for any cops or security guys.

"Yes, until K arrives with the truck.", he responded absentmindedly, still occupied with his litte observation.

"I should probably go check if there's any cop cars around that corner there. Wouldn't want anyone to interrupt our little show.", you suggested, already setting off to go.

"No, I'll go. You stay here.", he argued quickly, instantly grabbing your hand to hold you back.

You looked back at him in disbelief. He seriously had to be kidding.

"You know on second thought, let's go together.", you scoffed angrily, harshly grabbing his arm and pulling him with you.

You quickly rounded the corner, dragging the baffled man after you. You were out of the crowd's sight now, the din of the mob thankfully quieting down a bit.

As soon as you had made sure the alleyway was all clear, you let go off Jay's arm and turned around to face him. You pushed against his chest, making him back into the wall next to you.

"Look, I have no fucking idea what I've done to lose your trust, but I'm tired of this childish bullshit. What did I do, Jay? I just want a lucid explanation.", you stepped closer with every word, your voice dripping with the frustration that's been building up for weeks now. "Right here, right now."

He would've contemplated returning to the crowd and continuing this discussion later, if only your words didn't shock him as much as they did. He knew you weren't exactly content with his last few decisions, but he never thought you'd end up blaming yourself for it.

You looked up into his widened eyes expectantly, him seemingly being at a loss for words.

"You- you think I don't trust you? After everything we've been through?", he breathed out, suddenly feeling extremely bad for the false signals he'd been sending.

"Why else would you forbid me from going on any solo missions? You were fine with it before.", you argued, very much confused at his response.

He ran a hand through his jet black hair, sighing at his own stupidity. "I'm sorry, Y/N, truly. I admit I've been selfish these last few months, I didn't even consider how this would come across to you."

"How what exactly would come across?", you spoke more gently now, however still demanding a proper explanation.

He softly grabbed your hands, making you look up at him.

"Look, you have no idea how terrified I was last time. There was so much blood and- and I didn't even know when you'd wake up again. When you finally did I swore to myself I'd never let anything happen to you again. I s'pose I was a bit too keen on keeping that promise. Please try to understand, deep down I do know you can protect yourself, I just can't get that damn image out of my head.", he looked like he was tearing up a bit, finally making you realize what had caused his overly cautious behaviour.

You had never seen Jay this vulnerable, suddenly feeling a strong urge to hug him tightly. "Oh, Jay...", you whispered, resting your head on his shoulder. All anger had vanished in the matter of seconds, certainly not having expected such a heartwarming turn of events. "You should've told me that before I dragged you into some dark alleyway, you know.", you chuckled softly, not planning on breaking the warm hug anytime soon.

So you simply just stood there holding each other, leaning against the brick wall for support. Of course you had hugged each other before, but this one somehow felt like it held a lot more meaning than any of the others.

"I truly care about you, Y/N. Certainly a lot more than I'm supposed to.", he confessed quietly, knowing he'd have regretted it at some point if he didn't.

You lifted your head in order to look at him, making sure not to break your tight embrace. "I care about you too, Jay.", you returned the confession truthfully, both of you aware of the deeper meaning behind your words. "I promise not to let anyone beat my ass ever again, okay?", you smirked up at him.

"I guess we've both got promises to keep from now on, then.", he grinned at you in return, slowly inching his face closer to yours.

You looked up into his bright eyes once more before leaning in aswell, closing the only remaining distance between you two. Jay cupped your face with his hands, caressing your cheeks softly as your lips finally met.

The kiss felt long overdue, the tension between you two finally resolved in an innocent, yet overwhelmingly passionate way.

You were the first to pull away, suddenly realizing there was a whole mission supposed to be going on at the moment.

i was about to make a request for pierre bezukhov from war & peace btw! paul in regency clothing is so <33333

thanks!

heyy thank you so so much, that's really sweet <33

i just posted a list separately so I could pin it! :) unfortunately pierre isn't on there yet bc I haven't watched war & peace but i'll add him as soon as I get the chance to! also i've only seen bits and pieces but i can confirm, paul in period films>>

As requested, here's a list of paul characters I'll be writing for at the moment ;

Dwayne Hoover

Klitz

Alex Jones

Simon Feck

Eli Sunday

Jay (Okja)

Nick Flynn

Edward Nashton/Riddler

Calvin Weir-Fields

Brian (FFN)

thank you all sm for the support on part 1 of this! it took me a few days to finish this but i hope you'll enjoy reading it as much as i did writing it! <3

Part 1

Sweet, Sweet Strawberry Girl (2)

Edward Nashton x Female!Reader

Summary: it takes edward a few days to come see his new neighbor again, but when he does it's just so worth it.

Word Count: 2.1k

warnings: fluff, very very minor nsfw mentioning, some typical stalker edward behaviour

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It took him 4 full days before he had gathered up enough courage to knock on your door. 

He was glad it was his day off today, considering how hard it would have been to fit his 7 hours of work with the unusually long "getting ready" routine he just went through into one day. He had showered for almost half an hour, picked out some of his 'nicer' clothes and even tried to get his hair to look decent, just to return a damn plate.

This was very much unusual for him, never really having cared much about his appearance when having noone to look decent for anyway, but for you he was determined to make an effort. Edward was well aware of his obsessive nature, having spent the last 4 days trying to find out every little detail about you online, the schools you went to, the people you were friends with, the place you worked at.

He had also turned it into a little habit of his to follow you there, just to make sure you’d get there safely of course. He had once even coincidentally met you at the grocery store, without your knowledge of course. He never quite figured out why there were so many strawberry punnets in your cart though. Were you baking cakes for the whole neighborhood?

To him, you were now the most exciting riddle to solve.

You couldn't stop thinking about your interaction with the shy boy either, already wondering why he hadn't yet come visit you after only one day had passed. You had always considered yourself a patient person, this however had stressed you out.

4 days had passed now and you had pretty much accepted the fact that he wouldn’t come see you anytime soon. You just got back from work, a small café a few blocks away that thankfully paid very decent wages. It was around 5pm by now, giving you about 2 hours to surprise her with a nice dinner. 

You had just started cutting up some carrots when it knocked on the door. 

There was no way your mom could be this early, meaning it was most likely to be the one person you had been waiting for.

Not even Usain Bolt could have compared to the rapity in which you sprinted towards the bathroom; quickly combing through your hair, washing your face and gargling some mouthwash in the matter of a few seconds. You weren’t even certain if it was him, but you decided it was better to be safe than sorry.

Your hastily opened the wooden door and almost heaved a sigh of relief seeing him stand in front of you. Finally.

He looked a lot more put together this time, wearing a white shirt and an adorable brown cardigan that appeared to be way too big for his thin frame. Edward had a large grin on his face seeing you, thinking you looked even more beautiful than last time, if that was even possible. 

“Edward, hey!“, you exclaimed. Perhaps a bit too excitedly.

He honestly wasn’t even certain you’d remember his name. He felt quite flattered. 

“Hey! I hope I’m not disrupting you or anything, just came by to bring you something.”, he spoke softly, gesturing towards the large plate in his hands, aswell as a little black box laying on top of it.

“Of course you’re not disturbing me, come on in.”, you offered politely, stepping away from the door.

He was a bit hesitant to step inside, very much acknowledging that this was dangerous territory for a guy like him. His curiosity got the best of him quite quickly however, kicking off his shoes and entering the apartment as a muffled thank you left his lips. 

He allowed himself a rather quick observation of your living room and kitchen, trying to swiftly detect all the details. It all felt very homey and comfortable, the tidiness standing out in great contrast to his own home. He wished he could spend all his time in here - with you by his side of course. Edward zoned out quickly, envisioning you two laying on the large brown sofa, carefully stroking your hair and perhaps even stealing a kiss or two every few seconds.

“Sorry if it’s a bit messy in here, I just got home from work earlier.”

I know, he almost said, shortly forgetting that staring out of the window all afternoon in order to see you walking down the street wasn’t particularly considered normal.

“Oh no, not at all. You’d have to see my apartment.”, he admitted.

“Is that an invitation?”, you smirked up at him.

A faint blush covered his face. You certainly wouldn’t need an invitation to be welcomed into his apartment. 

“I mean…you can come over whenever you want to.”, Edward spoke softly, too shy to meet your gaze.

He said that so genuinely, truly making you feel like you could come to him whenever you needed him, despite hardly knowing the man - and even that was kind of an exaggeration. Still, it felt oddly comforting.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”, you spoke, sending him a tender smile.

Your gaze followed him as he walked over to the kitchen counter, gently placing the clean plate on the granite surface. He grabbed the black box that still sat on top and turned around to face you.

He fiddled with the small bow on top, hoping you’d like his small surprise.

“The cake was really delicious. Thank you so much again.”

He honestly couldn’t even express it in words quite how delicious it was. Not just because you were the one who baked it, but because he could practically taste the love you put into it. It was just as sweet as you were.

“I’m so glad to hear that, I was really hoping you’d like it!”

“Well I was looking for something to give you in return but I didn’t know what you’d like so I just figured since you got me a strawberry cake you might like these…”, he spoke timidly, handing you the box anxiously.

You accepted the gift curiously, honestly having no idea what to expect but knowing you’d be incredibly thankful no matter what it was.

You removed the thin bow and took off the top, staring in awe at the chocolate covered strawberries that met your gaze.

You honestly felt like tearing up right that second, him having no idea how much this meant to you.

You figured he had put a lot of work into making these, not buying the overpriced ones from the store but deciding on putting his own effort in, which was much harder than he would have thought. Surely they looked a bit messier than store bought ones, but he put all his love into making them, which was all that mattered. He got the idea from some subreddit dedicated to all kinds of things that women supposedly liked, really coming in handy for a guy who certainly hadn’t much experience in that department.

He was really relieved when you finally broke the silence.

“This is…I can’t even tell you how sweet this is, Edward. I truly appreciate this, thank you so much.”, you looked at him in pure bliss, making his heart swell. You carefully placed the box onto the small dining table next to you and engulfed him in a soft embrace.

He immediately froze up, absolutely not expecting the sudden proximity.

It took him a second to relax, very cautiously wrapping one arm around your shoulder and one around your upper back as if you’d break if he pressed too hard.

You stood there hugging for much longer than customary for people who were basically strangers, however not seeming to care as neither of you perceived the other as a mere stranger, feeling way too comfortable and at ease in each other’s presence.

He subtly took in your scent, smelling the soft lavender your laundry detergent left off. He made a mental note to buy some lavender from the florist around the corner tomorrow, making sure he could smell you all over his apartment - even if you weren’t actually there.

Of course you were the first person to gently pull away, him being entirely entranced at the newly found affection he’d never truly got to experience.

The movement pulled him out of his daze however, instantly missing your warm touch.

“No need to thank me. I’m sure they’re nothing compared to your baking.”

You grabbed one of the strawberries out of the box, slowly biting into it and seemingly enjoying it very much. He felt sinful, focusing so extensively on the way your lips wrapped around the large piece of fruit. Pathetic how easy it was to rile him up.

“Don’t be so modest. They‘re perfect.”

You’re perfect.

You grabbed another strawberry, holding it in front of his mouth. “Wanna try?”

You said that so innocently, not quite realizing how flustered you made Edward feel by practically feeding him.

It was such a pure act, however triggering his very much submissive side that just wanted you to feed him, hold him, kiss him. All day, every day.

He happily accepted the strawberry with his mouth, making your fingers accidentally brush his lips. 

You softly cleared your throat, managing to stammer out a rather quiet “Delicious, right?”.

He could just nod as a response, too caught up in your eyes - and your lips…and your scent.

You tried to divert your gaze, having it land on the unfinished pile of vegetables that still remained on the cutting board. You immediately widened your eyes, panicking a bit about how much time had passed.

Edward quickly followed your gaze, realizing he actually had disturbed you at something.

“Oh I’m sorry, were you just about to cook something?”

“No no, don’t worry, it’s fine! It’s just that I wanted to finish this before my mom came home. Do you mind if I get back to it? You can stay and eat dinner with us if you’d like?”, you offered kindly, kind of excited to show off your cooking skills to him.

“That’s really kind but…don’t you think your mom would mind?”, he truly was torn, wanting nothing more than to stay but also panicking by the mere thought of getting to know your mother. What if she didn’t like him? Thought he was a creep? 

“Of course she won’t mind! I told you she’s very keen on meeting all our neighbors.”, you giggled quietly to yourself, knowing very well how excited she was after you had told her about your first interaction with Edward.

“Alright well…I might aswell help you cook then.”, he grinned while walking over towards the cutting board, ready to show you the knife skills he had secretly practiced over the last few months - certainly not for cooking…but useful none the less. “Only if that’s fine with you of course.”

You laughed softly at his adorable enthusiasm, gladly granting him permission by handing him a large knife. “Alright then partner, cut them up really small please, we’re making dumplings.”, you smiled.

You had always enjoyed cooking but never in your life did you have this much fun doing it. Edward truly blossomed in your presence, cracking jokes and even telling you about his blemished childhood after you had told him all about your family history, your beloved strawberry field back at “home” and the resulting love for strawberries that you’ve carried all the way into your adult life. Though he had known a lot of it from his research beforehand, he could have listened to you talk about it for hours on end without getting bored. He also silently applauded himself for the gift he made for you, even without previously knowing about your little obsession. He really did hit the nail on the head.

 He hadn’t talked - let alone laughed - this much in years. Even ever perhaps. It just all came so naturally with you.

He absolutely adored cooking with you, deciding it was now his favorite activity ever. He loved how carefree you were, not minding the measurements at all but somehow still making it work out perfectly. He also loved how patient you were with him, never getting irritated when he just couldn’t get the dumpling shape right. You just kept letting him try it out, never calling him incompetent or a failure even.

Klitz x Female!Reader

Summary: when swimming in freezingly cold water with your half naked crush, there's really only one proper way to warm up.

Word Count: 1.8k

just some fluff with a bit nsfw content, hope you enjoy <3

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He could think of about a million things he'd rather be doing right now - drowning himself in the bathtub for example, or even worse, watching porn with Eli again.

It took Matthew and Eli almost an hour to convince Klitz to go to this stupid party, Matthew's main argument being their lack of "proper highschool experiences". Frankly, Klitz didn't care too much about spicing up his current life.

He'd only been there for about half an hour and he had already lost the other two members of their "tripod" in the horde of horny teens. Eli was the first to disappear, making a vow to "finally getting some" tonight and storming off into the large crowd.

10 minutes later Matthew disappeared aswell, apparently very keen on joining a game of beer pong with his new neighbor.

So there he now sat in the living room, holding a red solo cup in his hand and hoping for the vodka cran to quickly numb his senses - especially his hearing one. The music was downright atrocious, giving him a terrible headache in the span of only a few minutes.

"Not enjoying ourselves, are we?"

Oh fuck. Was it really you?

His head shot up immediately, trying to figure out whether that all too familiar voice was actually addressing him right now.

Turns out you were, looking him straight into the eyes and giggling at his previously very much irritated face. All he could think about in that moment was how stunning you looked in that short black dress.

You plopped down directly next to him onto the sofa, leaning back and raising your eyebrow at him, waiting for the quite obvious answer.

He wanted to pat himself on the shoulder for emptying out 2 solo cups already, feeling his usual shyness around you drop down to a much more manageable level.

"Uh no...this party really sucks actually." He admitted the obvious, giving you a tight lipped grin in the process.

Klitz had been crushing on you for almost 2 years now, falling quite quickly after being assigned as your partner for a science project in 10th grade and realizing you were not only gorgeous but also insanely clever.

Y/N had always been nice to him, never showing any romantic interest of course - not that he would have noticed at least - but making him feel all fuzzy when merely greeting him every morning. At the end of the day you were simply just acquaintances.

As your surroundings got louder you leaned closer to his face, your dress riding up your thighs a bit.

"Agreed. Whoever put this playlist together deserves jail time.", you mumbled into his ear.

He noticed a slightly noticable slurring in your voice, coming to the conclusion that you probably had some of these drinks before walking over here aswell.

Klitz laughed quietly and held his cup into the air, offering a silent cheers of "absolutely not wanting to be here" to you, which you gladly clinked your own cup to.

Your gaze abruptly diverted towards the window, a sudden idea popping into your head.

"Are you wearing boxers?"

Klitz choked on his drink, giving you a wide-eyed look. What did she just say?

His startled face and a barely audible 'Excuse me?' made you giggle out loudly, in awe of how flustered he got.

"Don't worry, Klitzy.", you chuckled softly, "Was jus' wondering if you'd wanna go for a swim? I'm really hot right now."

Yes you fucking are oh my god.

"Uhh you sure? It's a bit chilly outside..."

He knew he shouldn't be finding excuses right now, just going along with it and go for a damn swim with you.

"Scared of the cold, Klitzy?", you raised your eyebrows at him teasingly.

No actually, just scared of getting a hard-on in the middle of this damn party, swimming with you in your underwear and all. Also having to undress himself? Oh god.

He chugged the rest of his drink, finally feeling the liquid courage kick in properly.

"Fuck it. Let's go.", Klitz said abruptly, throwing his empty cup onto the messy table, flexing his fingers and reaching for your hand.

You had never seen this side of him, quite intrigued with the newfound bravery. You gladly took his hand, letting him softly guide you through the crowd.

Klitz felt like his brain was kind of mushy, not really processing all his actions properly but also not caring in the moment. He was holding your hand.

You were quite surprised to find the usually packed pool almost empty, understanding however after bending down and dipping your fingers in. He wasn't wrong, the water was surprisingly cold.

"You were right. It really is cold.", you admitted a bit embarrassed.

Now he was the one to chuckle, feeling the alcohol warm up his body quickly.

"What? Scared of the cold, Y/N?"

Was he really teasing you right now?

You let out a huff sound, eyeing him up challengingly, don't think I'll do it?

"Zipper please.", you turned your back to him, knowingly teasing him in return.

He looked at you in disbelief. Come on Klitz, she just wants you to open the zipper on her dress. No biggy. "Uh...sure."

He didn't think any amount of alcohol could make him feel calm right now. He tried his best however, grabbing the zip fastener and pulling it down quickly. He looked to the side of course, not wanting to stare at your black bra straps or, god forbid, the curve of your now almost bare hips.

You heard him take a deep breath, chuckling at the confused glances of some people near you. You didn't look back at him, simply just stepped out of your dress, made a 90 degree turn and took a dive into the water.

Damn. He didn't expect you to go that fast.

He quickly stripped off his black shirt and opened up his belt, watching you come up and breathe heavily, yelping a fast "Oh FUCK that's cold."

Klitz hurried out of his pants, quietly thanking his past self for choosing decent looking plaid boxers earlier.

You watched him carefully lowering his bent arms and going into the water, making sure not to get his glasses too wet. He winced at the cool temperature but smiled at the sight of you swimming towards him, straight away making him feel all fuzzy and warm again.

To his dismay, the cold water had sobered him up a bit, forcing him to go back to his usual shyness. This was such a bad idea.

You didn't want him to back away however, your teeth clattering and heart beating fast at the adorable sight in front of you. He looked like a panicked cat who just fell into the bathtub, body twitching around to compensate the cold.

You decided to be bold, grabbing his shoulder and pressing your torsos closer, basically hugging him underwater. You sighed out in content, enjoying how warm and cozy he made you feel.

"First cardinal rule of survival, right?"

Both your hearts felt like they were about to bust out of your chests. He felt like he was about to faint. All his senses were filled up with you; your perfume smelled like vanilla and musk, your bra-covered breast lightly pressed against him, your quiet steady breathing ringed in his ears, toning out the blasting music in the background completely. He was unable to speak or move, just wanting to feel you even closer but not having the courage to pull you in.

Realizing how intimate this was you pulled away quickly, interpreting his lack of movement as discomfort.

"Oh god I'm really sorry Klitz, I didn't want to make you uncomfortable.", you apologized worryingly, fearing you might have just ruined the moment with your hastiness.

He furrowed his eyebrows together, looking a bit upset even. Not upset because of what you did of course, but because you stopped touching him. He really did yearn for you now, all wariness disappearing at once and him carefully cupping your reddened face with his large hands.

"Don't apologize.", he mumbled softly.

You reached your hand up to brush his brown hair aside and decided to carefully take off his now wet glasses and set them aside onto the pool deck. You just stared at him lovingly now, mirroring him by cupping his cheeks and caressing them softly.

"I really don't think you have any idea how beautiful you are, Klitz."

He felt like he was in a dream, feeling the need to pinch himself but also not wanting to let go of your rosy cheeks.

He couldn't help but blurt out a quiet "Is this real?", clearly just accidentally making his own thoughts audible.

You just gave him a soft chuckle as a response, finally leaning in and closing the gap between you. Klitz felt like he was about to explode, feeling your soft lips on his and having absolutely no clue what to do now. If his thoughts weren't so occupied with you he'd probably be thinking about how pathetic he was, 18 years old now and never having kissed a single girl.

You felt him panicking a little and decided to guide him a bit, placing his hands on your waist and deepening the kiss slowly.

"It's fine baby, just follow my rhythm okay?", you whispered soothingly into his ear, while he felt like his skin was on fire. Neither of you could feel the cold anymore.

You decided to fully enter his mouth with your tongue, feeling his hesitation but quickly finding a rhythm you both could ease into. The kiss quickly got heated, making you subconsciously wrap your thighs around his abdomen and hands grab onto his shoulders.

Having you wrapped around him made it very hard to concentrate on not slipping on the smooth pool tiles. You didn't notice his feet slipping forward, way too distracted with your hands tangled in his soft hair and occasionally even having his hardened crotch brush against you.

So he slipped, pulling you both underwater into the bright blue. His grip on your waist tightened quickly, wanting to pull you above the surface.

You didn't have it however, proceeding to pull him further down, enjoying the peace and quiet underwater, free from the blaring music and lingering stares you two were met with above.

Edward Nashton x Female!Reader

Summary: who knew a strawberry cake and a kind smile would be the key to edward's heart?

Word Count: 1,4k

just some fluff (like love at first sight type of way)

Part 2

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After growing up in a grim orphanage in the most dreadful of cities and spending the years during, aswell as after, in complete loneliness, Edward never anticipated for you, a girl with an odd obsession with strawberries, to turn his life upside down in a matter of minutes. 

Your mother and you had moved into the apartment above him about a month ago. Though you were surely old enough to live on your own by now, after your father and brother had suffered a very sudden, undeserved death, you were truly the only ones who kept each other going. Their death was caused by an armed robbery in the murderous streets of Gotham. Frankly, you had felt it since the day you moved there, but this incident once and for all burned up a hatred for this city inside of you that could probably only be resolved by burning Gotham to the ground. Moving out of the city was not an option, so that deep deep desire was simply something you had to live with.

It had been about 4 years since the incident, yet you still very much needed your mother, and your cat Pumpkin of course, for emotional support. While you did value your privacy in your own home, family always came first for you.

Before your family had moved to Gotham for better career opportunities, you lived on a beautiful farm in the countryside. You missed it terribly, the many pets you had, the beautiful gardens and most importantly, your very own, though small, strawberry field. Your mother had planted the seeds with you when you were no older than 7 years and it had been your proudest achievement to see them grow into plants. Keeping them alive over the winters, eating them all summer long. Your love for the scarlet fruit never ended, after moving to Gotham City they remained as the sweetest form of nostalgia, though they always carried a bitter taste of regret along with them.

The first time Edward met you was the day after you had moved into the tall apartment building. Call it remains of her rural mindset, but your mother was keen on having you bake a cake and introducing yourself to your closest neighbors. She hated the anonymity that came with this damned city. Ironically enough, your freshly baked strawberry cake led you down a direct path to not only Edward‘s apartment, but also his heart.

Your knocking was so enthusiastic, it woke him from his much needed afternoon nap. He had always been a light sleeper, struggling with insomnia more often than he‘d like to admit. He contemplated for a second to just ignore the knocking, after all there wasn’t anyone who could be visiting him anyway. Yet there he stood in the door frame, ruffled brown-ish hair, weary eyes and quickly adjusted glasses. He tried limiting the view into his messy apartment with the door, though that would have been hardly necessary. Your eyes were solely fixated on his tall frame and sweet looking face. He looked like a deer caught in headlights and you physically felt your heart skip a beat..or two.

He immediately fixed his posture and sloppily pushed on glasses upon seeing you, regretting not looking in the mirror before opening the door.

“Hello?“, his quiet voice sounded very confused, he was convinced you had accidentally knocked on the wrong door.

“Hey! I‘m Y/N, I just moved into the apartment right above yours yesterday.“, you simply just beamed up at him, as your hands were too occupied holding the freshly baked cake to politely shake his hand.

You stood there smiling for a few seconds without anyone breaking the silence, him being too focused on the fact that such a lovely girl was standing so close to him. Additionally, the delicious smell of the strawberry cake almost made him dizzy. It was dreamy. After more quiet seconds you simply decided to carry on the conversation yourself;

“Well you see my mother was very keen on having me introduce myself to all the neighbors and making one of my, dare I say, very delicious strawberry cakes-“, grinning at the much deserved self praise, “So ugh yeah I know people don’t really do this type of stuff here but you see we moved here from pretty far away, well technically it‘s not that fa-“

You stopped mid sentence realizing he simply just proceeded staring at you, most likely very irritated with having you keep on rambling in front of his doorstep. Only then you put two and two together. The messy hair and wrinkled shirt should‘ve thrown you off sooner, if only it didn’t make him look so handsome.

“Oh god I‘m so sorry for rambling I totally just woke you up from a nap, didn’t I?

If only you knew how fast his actual drowsiness wore off after seeing you and why he was actually so entranced, surely listening to your words but not being able to look away from your reddish lips and bright eyes in order to act like a regular human being having civil conversation. Realizing what you had just said immediately however pulled him out of his daze and he collected himself quickly.

“No, No! I mean yes- but I don’t mind. This is really sweet. Thank you…so much.“ He gave you a friendly smile before realizing he hadn’t even introduced himself yet - he wanted nothing more than to bash his head into a wall right now, could he appear any more like a weirdo?

“Oh and uh my name’s Edward Nashton.“

Edward Nashton...you really liked the sound of it, mainly because you found yourself enjoying his soft voice a little too much. So much so that you wished you could listen to it all day. Your conversation would have seemed incredibly odd to any bystanders - if there were any - seeing you both space out every few seconds and getting caught up in each others eyes. It was like a stretched out, slow motion scene in a rom-com, though the lack of matching music in the background just made it look…unusual. Neither of you cared however, finding way too much comfort in each others eyes.

“Well Edward, it was very nice meeting you. I’ll just give you the plate and you can return it whenever you want.“ - You knew very well you didn’t care about the damn plate, solely making sure to see him again soon. You stretched out your arms so he could take the plate, and that he did. His long fingers grabbed the dish directly over your own hands, which made you wince a bit from the cold, though they were softer than you had expected. You hated how a red tint, faint yet noticeable, immediately covered your face and you carefully removed your fingers from the plate, smiling at the very much cliché way your hands fit so well into each other. Blushing however would be an understatement for very much touchstarved Edward, who felt like fainting and never waking up again.

 “I should probably get going now and let you continue your nap. I‘m pretty sure people who dare disturb a good nap must have a special place in hell reserved for them. See you, Edward.“, you lightly giggled at your stupid joke and gave him a small wave as you started walking up the stairs a bit faster than usually. 

Edward just stood there in disbelief over what had just occurred. Though the cake in his hands was still lukewarm, the sudden cold that he had carried with him up until a few minutes ago washed over him again. Not only were you most definitely the prettiest girl he had ever layed eyes upon and talking to him without any words of tease or taunt, your presence was intoxicating in the best way possible. His heart started beating faster out of his chest as he replayed the last minutes over and over again in his head.

Your soft hands had baked this cake just for him. Your soft lips opened and closed to speak solely to him. And you smiled and giggled and grinned and - oh god he knew he had to, no he needed, to have you.

Simultaneously, you stepped into your apartment grinning like a cheshire cat, immediately leaning your back against the door and trying to process how intense a trivial introduction to one‘s neighbor could be. Though not many words were spoken, you could tell that boy was unlike anyone else you'd ever met. Your mom had just come back from introducing herself to your upstairs neighbors, contagiously smiling and raising an eyebrow at your odd behavior.