#I can’t figure out how to word this in a less confusing way I’m sorry orz
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Terrible Liar
Avenger!Loki x Avenger!f!reader
Warnings: Swearing, mentions of injury (reader has a nasty ass wound), mentions of blood and medical supplies, Loki and reader are both assholes to each other but its FUNNY. Rushed plot bc this came to me in a fever dream. Maybe some bad grammar, run on sentences etc. Ignore those ahaha. this is NOT edited or reviewed AT ALL. she's as raw as they come.
A/N: This came to be in a fever dream. Btw. Like God sent it to me. I'm sorry if it feels rushed I was so desperate to get it all down I blacked out. IT'S 5K OKAY MY BAD AHAHAH i'm kind of a slut for this kind of trope so MY BAD. anyway this is for THE @sarahscribbles 's Christmas Celebration!! Sorry I'm a little late, these two wouldn't shut the fuck up so I got carried away. ANYWAY I HOPE YOU ENJOY SARAH I LOVE YOU <3
Synopsis: What could possibly go wrong with spending a night sharing a room with Loki? (aka: enemies to lovers + one bed trope)
Word count: 5K
Oh man. You watched Loki bang the hood of the car in anger. That can’t be good.
You rested your head against the window of the stolen car, taking deep breaths. You could feel your whole body shaking from the adrenaline. You hadn’t calmed down a single bit since the ride out here. How long has it been? Probably less than an hour. You had no idea how far out you were from the nearest town and it absolutely was not the right time for this car to stop. Your entire body hurt from getting kicked in the ass repeatedly during the fight, and your head spun. Your left side throbbed and your shoulder screamed in agony.
Not to mention, you are completely separated from the rest of the group, and you have no means of communication. Somewhere along the way, you had lost your comm, and your spare was of no use. Loki said the lines were down anyway, so it wasn’t much help to begin with.
Speaking of the devil, he threw the door of the car open, letting in the chill winter air, and huffed as he got back in, slamming the door behind him. “Stupid, useless vehicle. What is the point of transportation if it fails so easily?” He grumbled.
“It’s out of gas, genius,”
“Well it’s not making for a very efficient getaway car,” He ran a hand through his hair.
“Well?” You looked at him expectantly, but he only looked back with an expression of confusion. You sat up straighter to face him, but your vision blurred and your head swam. It took you a minute to collect yourself. “We can;t just sit here, we’ll freeze to death,”
Loki scoffed. “No I won’t,”
You clenched your jaw. “Okay, I’ll freeze to death,”
“Tragedy,” His tone was dead as he pulled out his phone to mess with. “I’ll let them know it was a heroic death,”
“You’re such an asshole,”
“How original,”
You nearly growled. “Laufeyson,”
“Agent,” He replied smoothly, looking up at you with one of those disarming grins. You were not falling for it. You may be delirious and crashing soon, but you were not falling for Loki’s charms.
“We need to figure something out,”
“You mean I need to figure it out,”
“Oh my fucking god. I’m not gonna sit here like some passenger princess-”
“Agent, you are trembling so hard you couldn’t even walk a foot much less help out in this little dilemma,” Loki interrupted. “I have no desire to starve out here, and horrifyingly, I can’t find it in my heart to let you die out here either. I’ll figure it out,”
You grumbled under your breath, and you were certain he heard you because he grinned wider and went back to messing with his phone.
He was right though, you were shaking really hard- both from the adrenaline and now, the cold. Whenever you exhaled, a puff of white air formed in front of you, and the tip of your nose was starting to go numb.
The idea of leaving your fate at the moment in the hands of Loki was an absolutely horrifying idea, since you knew how reckless this guy tended to be. But you didn’t have much of a choice, and as much as it physically pained you to sit quietly and wait, you did just that.
It was made another fifteen minutes before Loki peeled his eyes away from the phone pad. He opened the door to the car, and stepped out.
“Hey!” You yelled. “Where the hell are you going? Close the goddamn door!”
But of course, he didn’t bother answering or listening. He looked around, staring at his phone occasionally before surveying the area again. And just when you thought he couldn’;t get more insane, he started walking away from the car. Your heart squeezed in your chest. Was he going to leave you here?
Like hell he was. You kicked open your door, shakingly getting out of the car. You were vaguely aware of the stab of pain at your side that nearly had you doubled over as black spots danced in your vision, but you willed yourself to push it aside. You slammed the door shut as you walked out after Loki.
“Hey!” You yelled out to him. You had no idea if he could even hear you with the way the wind howled and snow whipped at your face. It was freezing cold, snow biting your cheeks and your teeth chattering after being out here for less than a few minutes. “Laufeyson!” You yelled louder, arm clutching your side and limping in the direction he walked in. No answer. You were positive a storm was kicking up.
“Loki!” You screamed this time, as loud as your voice let you. Your chest heaved, your throat hurt, and the air you gulped stung so bad you were so close to never breathing it again.
“Loki! God help me, Loki, when I find you!” You looked around slowly, yet all you saw was the outline of your stolen car in the winds, and white. So much white. “I’ll haunt you, you know!” You shouted into the wind. “If I die here, I’ll haunt you forever!” You had to shield your eyes from the harsh snow as you yelled. You knew he couldn’t hear you, but you also knew that he couldn’t have gotten too far. How long could he even last out here?
Damn it, he could probably last a while.
Stupid, horrible, arrogant Loki. You contemplated going back to the car, but decided that if you were going to imagine a million and one ways to kill and haunt Loki for eternity, you might as well do it while freezing out here.
You were only at number fifteen of your haunting possibilities when you heard his stupidly smooth voice. “What in the Nine Realms do you think you’re doing out here?”
You whirled around to find him standing there, absolutely unaffected by the weather or your situation. His cheeks were rosy and his pretty hair was up in a bun (that was more falling apart than anything) and pretty snowflakes hung in the curls.
He looked….well. He looked heavenly, to say the least.
“I was out here looking for you,” You shot back as harshly as you could, but with the way your teeth chattered and the small smirk that tugged at his lips, it didn’t seem to be working.
“You should have stayed in the car,” He sounded almost…angry. Why the hell would he be angry when he left you behind? Although, the frown and furrowed brows were a little cute.
“You shouldn’t have wandered off and left me behind,”
“I was coming to get you,”
“Like hell you were,”
“I was,” He stepped closer to you, and you had to hold back everything to not huddle up closer to him like a goddamn penguin. He snapped his fingers and you felt something warm and heavy fall on your shoulders. “Put that on. We’re leaving,”
“Leaving?! Where the hell are we leaving?! Do I need to remind you that we are stranded in the middle of a storm?!”
Loki grumbled as he forcefully got you into the jacket he conjured. You didn’t bother saying thank you, which was fine because he only kept glaring at you before marching ahead.
“Where are you going?!” He didn’t bother answering. “Loki!” Assshit. You grumbled and huffed the entire time as you hurried after him, trying to block off the tingling ache at your side. You knew you didn’t get stabbed. Maybe it’s a big cut. You were certain you’d know if a knife had lodged itself into your side.
You had no idea where Loki was taking you but you kept your mouth shut in hopes that it was someplace warm and safe.
“Your hair looks like shit,” You blurted out. Okay, maybe not always keeping your mouth shut.
He looked at you from the corner of his eye. “You don’t look much better,”
“Yeah but I said it first,”
“Maybe I should have left you in the car,”
“I would’ve still found you,”
“Yes, haunting me forever,”
“You heard that?!”
He shrugged. “I was heading back to the car. You weren’t exactly quiet,”
You stared at him with wide eyes. “And you didn’t even say anything,”
“I found it too amusing to interrupt,”
You frowned, shoving him with your shoulder. Wrong move apparently, because your vision started spinning and your knees nearly buckled. Loki wrapped an arm around you ever so gently, as if scared you’d shatter otherwise.
“Stop talking,” He snapped. “And stop being so damn aggressive. I would like to make this journey without you collapsing on me,”
“I’m not going to collapse,” You mumbled.
“You always were a terrible liar,” He muttered under his breath, and more or less carried you to your destination. At first, you didn’t let him, but he won eventually, like he always did, and you leaned the rest of your weight onto him.
You had no idea where you were until you reached the smack middle of a small town. A picture perfect fantasy, almost. Little houses and small shops lined with lights and trees and covered in snow. It was like stepping into a Hallmark movie. Each house was so full of light, and even through the howling wind, you could hear the sounds of laughter and shrieking children.
How the hell did Loki find this place?
“There’s a motel here. We’ll book rooms, spend the night. I’m sure there’s Wi-Fi too,” Loki sounded like he was talking more to himself than you.
“Freaking out?” You asked.
“Yes. I’m thinking of which way Stark will kill me if you die,”
“Pfft. Tony wouldn’t kill you,”
Loki raised his eyebrows but stayed quiet as he walked you both through the town. The storm was clearly picking up, and you were thankful that he had all those genes to keep him alive in this weather, and that he was able to find this place.
When you reached the motel- which appeared to be the only one in town- you couldn’t help smiling (even if you couldn’t feel your face at all anymore). It was a cute little building, rustic and heartwarming. Little snowmen lined the front, and a bed jingled as you and Loki entered. The inside was even better, with burgundy and gold designs and wallpaper that looked like it came straight out of a Victorian novel. It was cozy, and more importantly, warm.
You almost sobbed in relief as you practically collapsed onto an armchair by the counter. Your body sank into it, your nerves singing in joy as you slowly felt your fingertips again.
“Are you alright?” Loki asked.
You nodded. “Yup,”
He made a sound of disapproval. “You need to lie better,”
“Go shove your head through the wall,” You muttered back. He only grinned.
Loki didn’t even appear fazed or relieved at the warmth, and simply marched up to the counter. There was no one there, and he rang the bell at least five times.
“Would you stop that?” You snapped after the sixth time.
“It’s a bell. It’s meant to be used,”
“Not like that,”
“It’s how you call for attention,”
“Well I’m sure whoever runs this place will be here shortly,”
He lasted a whole two minutes before he hit the bell again.
“Loki,” You hissed.
“Just a minute!” You heard a cheery voice call from the back, and a short old lady appeared, seemingly out of breath. “Sorry about that, all those damn stairs,” She chuckled to herself.
Loki flashed her a smile. “It’s not a problem at all,”
“Oh my,” The old woman smiled back but this time you swore up and down she blushed a little.
Loki and his stupid, disarming smile.
“My…friend and I are a little caught in this storm,” He started, gesturing to you. You waved weakly at the lady and mustered up a smile. She probably thought you were crazy. You had no idea how you looked, but you knew it wasn’t how a normal person should.
“We were wondering if you had any available rooms for the night. Just two is fine,” He turned back to the lady with an even bigger smile.
“Well,” She smiled wider at Loki. “I’ll see what I can do,”
He nodded, “Thank you…” he squinted at her name tag. “Lucy. Thank you very much, Lucy,”
And there Lucy went, blushing and grinning at him again.
Horrible, absolutely tragic. The poor woman had no idea how insufferable Loki was.
Lucy rummaged through her desk, seemingly looking for keys to the rooms. She pulled out one, placing it on the counter, before going back to look for the other. You waited, tagging your foot on the wood floor, staring at the cute fireplace. Your whole body hummed in gratitude, and your feet tingle, feeling back in them.
“Oh dear,” Lucy muttered to herself.
“Everything alright Lucy?” Loki asked.
“It seems that I only have a single room available. This storm has the place booked fully,” She explained.
Hell no.
Loki sighed. “Very well-”
“Are you sure?” You interrupted him. “Can you check again?” You probably sounded desperate, but you couldn’t stop yourself.
You can’t share a room with Loki. You’d go crazy. You’d do something disastrous- like give in to the urge to cuddle into his chest! Or God forbid, tangle your hand in his hair.
“I did, hon. I’m afraid this is all I’ve got,” She said apologetically.
Fuuuuck.
“It’s quite alright, Lucy. There’s two beds in the room, correct? I’m sure we can manage to share a room for a night,” Loki said hastily before you could interrupt again.
Lucy opened her mouth, as if to say something else, before she stopped. “Alright,”
“How much is it for the night, darling?”
Oh okay, he was really laying it on thick then.
“Oh- oh um…” Lucy chuckled nervously. “This room….it’s 150$ for the night. You can pay in the morning, if you prefer,”
“Nonsense,” Loki smiled, pulling out cash from the pocket in his top armour, counting the bills. “Here you go, Lucy,” He handed her the money. “Thank you so very much for your help,”
She nodded wordlessly as she handed him the key. Loki took it and turned back to you, arms on his hips. “Are you coming, or must I carry you?”
“I wouldn’t mind being carried…” You started jokingly. Apparently, Loki couldn’t read the room, because he frowned, shrugged and then walked over, picking you up effortlessly.
“Hey-!” You started to protest, but a sudden wave of pain shot through you, shutting you up. “I was joking,” You muttered.
“Mhm,” He said, shooting Lucy another smile before heading upstairs to your room. The stairs were cute too, you noticed, lined with a soft matt and cute lamps lined the walls. And Loki’s chest was really warm, and- that had nothing to do with the motel.
Before your thoughts could get any more dangerous, Loki stopped in front of a room, hand rummaging through his back pocket to get the key. “You can put me down now,”
“I’ll put you down when I feel like it,”
Shithead.
He unlocked the door and stepped in, closing it behind him with his foot. All businesslike, he walked over to the big bed and placed you down on it. It was comfy, and you had to control yourself from not falling back and getting it dirty in all your blood and gore.
Loki looked you over. “Fine?”
You nodded. “Fine,”
He smiled and you were certain he was going to call you a liar but you stopped him.
“Laufeyson?”
“What?”
“Where’s the other bed?”
Loki froze, looking around the room slowly. “Oh,”
“Oh?”
He looked back at you. “It seems, darling, that there is no other bed,”
“No fucking shit! You’re sleeping on the floor,”
He looked at you in disbelief. “Absolutely not. We can share the bed like civilised people,”
“Everyone always says that! And then it never works out!” You threw your hands up. You winced, immediately dropping your hands to hold your side.
“Everyone? Who the hell is everyone?”
“The movies, duh,”
He stared at you. “You’re serious,”
“Dead,”
He ran a hand down his face. “Alright. We’ll split the bed or something. I truly don’t care enough. I simply want to sleep,”
You shrugged. “Fine. Go shower first, then I’ll go in,”
“I don’t have clothes to change out of, genius,”
“You’re a god genius,” You replied mockingly. “I’m pretty sure you can snap your fingers and get us some clothes,”
He stared at you, like he hadn’t had that thought at all. “Right.” And indeed, with a snap of his fingers, a pile of clothes appeared on the bed, and one in his hands. “Try not to get yourself killed,”
“I hope you drown in the shower,”
He smiled at you before heading into the washroom.
You were finally alone, even for a few minutes. You breathed a sigh of relief. Being around Loki always ended with one of you flustered. Tragically, it tended to be you. You looked through the pile of clothes Loki summoned- a plain shirt that appeared way too large, and some plaid pants. They weren’t outrageous. You just had to make sure you hadn’t lost any limbs.
You slowly peeled off the layers of your top- the jacket, weapons, cash, your useless comms and phone- and then unzipped your equally-useless-in-the-cold vest. You laid all your things on the floor, not wanting to get the bed dirty. Then, slowly, you lifted your top just under your chest, sucking in a deep breath.
Fuck.
There was a nasty looking cut, starting from right under your ribs and nearly crossing the other side. You didn’t think it looked terrible, but you are almost certain it needed stitches. It wasn’t bleeding too much, but that might have to do with being out in the cold for too long than anything else- even your top was more or less soaked in blood.
You didn’t even have a first aid kit. You traced around the cut slowly, wincing when it hurt. You prayed it wasn’t infected.
“Alright, hm?”
Your head snapped up to see Loki freshly showered and changed, his now useless mission suit nowhere in sight.
“Um, yeah, I’m fine,”
His jaw ticked. “You’re hurt,”
“Yeah but I’m fine,”
“You are bleeding,” He sounded ...angry. Was he mad at you?
“It’s not like I did it on purpose,” You snapped.
He clenched and unclenched his fists. He opened his mouth to say something, before he shook his head and stormed out of the room.
“What the fuck? You called out after him. He didn’t answer as the door slammed behind him.
You had no clue why he had to be so mad. It’s not like you chose to get hurt, and you certainly weren’t going to ask him for anything, so why’d he get so pissy? You grumbled to yourself as you grabbed the clothes, heading into the bathroom to scrub off the day.
It took you a solid twenty minutes to wash everything out. You were very careful to not open your cut further, taking warm water to wash off the dried blood around it.
You tugged on the plain shirt as you stepped out of the bathroom. You winced when you reached up to tie your hair, deciding to just leave it down to dry. You had thrown your old clothes on the pile of Loki’s in the bathroom, and used a spare towel to press against your wound.
“Welcome back,” You said sarcastically when you found Loki sitting on the bed.
“Come here,” He said curtly.
“You can’t just order me around after you walk out you know? And you can’t get bitchy with me for no fucking reason-”
“Will you please come sit down so you can look at your wound,” Loki snapped, but it didn’t sound harsh. It was almost…pleading. You froze in your spot, blinking slowly at him. His voice sounded devastated and in your daze, you nodded, slowly walking over to sit on the bed beside him.
“May I?” He gestured to your shirt and you nodded again. He lifted it over your head, and suddenly you were thankful for putting on the sports bra Loki brought with your clothes.. “You didn’t say anything,” He whispered.
You swallowed. This was too freaky. You never got this close with Loki. “We-...we had other things to worry about,”
You swore his hands trembled as he reached into the first aid kit beside him.
Where did he get that? Did he run out to buy one? Damn it. You and Loki didn’t do fluffy shit. The one day you needed him to be an asshole….
He took his time cleaning the wound, and you tried your best to keep your yelps of pain down.
“Do you want stitches?” Loki asked in a soft tone. He looked ...frightened. And why too pale. Did he get squirm-ish at this stuff?
“Are you a medical professional?” You asked.
“Farthest thing from it,”
You hummed. “Just wrap it up,”
He nodded, grabbing some cotton pads and the gauze. He carefully placed the pads onto the wound, and began wrapping the gauze around your waist. His fingers brushed against your skin, and you shivered at the touch.
“There,” He exhaled, pulling his hands away. “You can put your shirt back on,”
“Yeah,” You nodded. You should definitely grab it now. You should probably put it on. But you didn’t move a muscle, not with the way Loki stared at you, and the way his eyes dipped lower occasionally. He looked away, appearing flustered, his fists clenched on his thighs. “Loki?”
“What?” He snapped.
“Why are you so angry?”
“You could have died,” His voice died down to nothing but a desperate whisper. “You could have died,”
You opened your mouth to protest, to say that you had it under control and that everything was fine, but he shook his head.
“Don’t you dare say everything was ‘fine’. You’re still such a terrible liar,”
You weren’t. He just had that freaky ability to tell when you lied every damn time.
“You could have died. Human life is so horribly fragile, you could have died at any second. What was I to do then, hm? Stare at your lifeless body?”
“I thought you’d rejoice at my death,” You joked, trying to break the tension. His eyes snapped to look at yours, his jaw clenched and his eyes wide with fear. You thought he’d say something, but instead he just leaned in, crushing his lips harshly against yours. Before you could even react, he pulled away, breathing heavily.
“I would have died too. In the simplest terms, my heart would have stopped working the minute yours did too,”
You froze in shock, staring at him with wide eyes. What just happened? Your lips tingled from the kiss. You wanted him to do it again. “What the hell are you saying, Loki?”
“I’m saying that you are incredibly stupid and idiotic and completely selfish. And that I would rather die than live a life without you in it,” He started, his tone angry and desperate.
Your head was spinning.
Maybe there was drugs in the linen of this bed. Or maybe Loki hit his head.
“Say something,” Loki pleaded now, the fight gone from him. “I’m sorry if I offended you. I’m sorry I’ve been such an ass. I can’t help myself. I go crazy every time you’re around. I can’t think straight and I….I don’t know what to do with myself. I’ve never done this before. I thought perhaps if I annoyed you enough, I’d get you out of my head. But Norns, every time you shot some clever remark back, it only egged me on more,” He was rambling at this point.
You felt confused, but at the same time a sense of relief washed over you. It wasn’t like you were in love with Loki- but you definitely didi entertain the idea of occasionally making out with him or spending the day shopping together.
So maybe it was a little crush.
And fuck, it was a relief to hear him blurt out how helpless he was with you.
“Did you black out?” Loki asked. He cursed under his breath, getting up to give you some space. “I apologise, I shouldn’t have said anything. I came off too strong,” He fumbled as he stood up, running a hand through his hair. “I just…I panicked. I apologise-”
“Loki,” You stopped him from spiralling further, even if it was cute to see his usually composed self dissolve. You shuffled over to him on your knees. Even while on the bed, he was still fucking giant. You cupped his face and pulled him down, pressing a kiss to his lips.
You pulled away after a second, dizzy from the feel of his lips on yours. It was better than you could have ever imagined. He stared at you in shock, lifting his fingers up to press them to his lips. You nearly died right there.
“What was that for?” he asked, shocked.
You laughed, kissing him again. He leaned into it this time, wrapping his arms carefully around your waist, his lips pressing against yours.
You kissed him again and again and again, until you were both breathless and his lips were swollen and you were sure yours were too.
“You’re really fucking insufferable, by the way,” You muttered against his lips.
He hummed, chasing after yours as you pulled away. “You drive me insane. You’re in my head all the damn time, I can’t get rid of you,”
“Don’t get rid of me, then,”
He captured your lips in another bruising kiss. “I don’t plan to,”
You sighed happily as you shuffled back onto the bed, pushing aside bandages and gauze wrap and wipes. Loki was a lot neater, taking his time to put them away onto the night table. He crawled into bed with you, his body hovering over yours, hands on either side of your head, caging you in. He leaned down, pressing another kiss to your lips. One kiss turned into two, into three, and then you were making out lazily, your lips crushed together, heavy pants and heated breaths for god knows how long. Tragically, Loki rolled off of you, laying down beside you. You took deep breaths, trying to calm your racing heart.
Loki shifted, laying now on his side to look at you. You did the same, smiling softly. “Why didn’t you say something sooner?”
“If you couldn’t tell, I’m not quite a people person,”
You chuckled. “No, I guess not,” He could be your person though.
Maybe that’s too early to say. You kept your mouth shut.
“Did I come off too strong?”
“Nah,” You shook your head, reaching out to wrap your finger around a lock of his hair. “It was a Hallmark-worthy confession,”
“What in the Norns is this Hallmark?”
You laughed. “It’s a company. It makes lots of cheesy rom coms, all of which have some sort of frustratingly handsome male lead and big confessions,”
“So you’re saying I’m handsome,” He grinned devilishly.
“Can’t deny it,”
He leaned in and kissed you again. You kissed him back but then pushed him off. “Stop it. I’ll become addicted,”
He leaned back in. “Not a problem. I have no plans to go anywhere,”
You ducked away from him, laughing. “If you keep making out with me Loki Laufeyson, we will be having sex,”
His brows furrowed. “Absolutely not. Not while you’re injured,”
Damn.
“Fine, then stop kissing me,”
“Well that’s unfair. I just got started!”
You shrugged. “It’s not my call,”
He huffed, pulling you closer, your back flat against his chest. His arm wrapped carefully around your waist, the hand coming to rest just under your wound. “Go to bed then. Before I do something crazy,”
“I like crazy. I’m quite fond of crazy,”
“Yes, crazy seems to follow you everywhere. It might be your whole identity, really,”
“Is that an insult?”
A pause. “I don’t think so,”
You fell silent for a minute. “I think Lucy has a crush on you,”
Loki laughed. “What makes you say that?”
“Um, the way she blushed when you smiled at her? You laid it on so thick,”
You could hear the shiteating grin as he spoke. “I have no idea what you mean, darling. I spoke to her like a normal person,”
“Hm,” You wiggled closer to him. “Nah, you definitely were charming her,” His hand squeezed your hip.
“Stop that,”
“What?” You feigned innocence.
“Stop moving,”
You wiggled your ass again, just for a bit of emphasis. “What? This?”
You swore the sound he made then was some growl. “You find new ways to annoy me every day,”
“It’s my talent,”
“And you excel at it,” You truly did. No one ever got under his skin like you did. And now with this new layer of your relationship, you have an infinite number of possibilities.
You knew you guys should probably talk. Figure out where you stand. A plan for tomorrow morning. Try to communicate with the team. You couldn’t find it in yourself to care right now though. Loki was warm, and as he peppered kisses across your shoulder, you felt like maybe tomorrow would be a good day too.
“I still think you’re an ass,” You mumbled, your eyes half closed.
He laughed, the sound vibrating in his chest. “Truly a terrible liar,” He pressed a kiss under your ear. “I still think you are the bane of my existence,” “The only one?”
“The only one,”
You hummed, content with the answer. You could figure things out tomorrow. Tonight, you just wanted to lay in this haze of sunshine. To sleep and wake up to get drunk on Loki again.
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Hey ! I wanted to request a Ignihyde!Male!Reader that look like a little like Grim ? Like, they have the same ears and tail, the same fire (even if the reader controls his fire better than Grim) and people think they are from the same family/are connect ?
Just Grim and Reader looking at each other and asking to themselves if they have just meet their secret brother, and Ace, Deuce, Ortho, Idia and parental figure!Trein being confused to their friend (Grim for Adeuce, Reader for Ortho and Idia) having (a possible) brother.
(Ignore it if you don't want to write it)
Have a good day.
characters: ace, deuce, the shroud brothers and trein x male ignihyde reader
tags: platonic, fluff, imagines + scenario format; implication of yuu, mention of azul
warnings: nothing
author's notes: sorry this took a while! and that i strayed a bit again help. hope you like this <3
You’re one of the only beastmen in Ignihyde - and you’re okay with that. It gets a little lonely at times but that’s nothing new for an Ignihyde student. People mind their own business, you mind yours. And the only friends you have, in this case the Shroud brothers, basically forget that you’re different from the others. Days are hardly interesting, despite the college’s many atrocities - or maybe because, and now you’re desensitized.
Until one day, you spot a creature, all feline-like and sitting on someone’s shoulder. Okay, not the weirdest thing you’ve seen at NRC so far, so you’re about to shrug it off. Then you see it; a tail and a pair of ears that are eerily similar to your own. What’s next, it can manipulate fire as freely as you do?
“Hey guys, I’ve got a new trick up my sleeve. Watch this!”
One thing you didn’t expect for it to have something in common with you is that it can talk. Though maybe you should be less surprised, considering even the paintings on the walls can talk in this place. But still. You forget that you should be expecting something from the words it just spouted and are caught off guard when it starts spewing fire next. This creature is way too talented at throwing out stuff from its mouth, you think as you jump out of the way just in time to avoid being burnt to a crisp.
“Grim, you can’t just spit fire whenever you want to! We’ve been over this!”
A redheaded student in front of you starts to scold the creature whose name is Grim apparently. He looks familiar but you can’t quite put your finger on it-
“You’re just jealous, Ace.”
Oh, you feel like Idia’s talked about this Ace person before. He described him as “crafty” and seemed to think of him as some sneaky extrovert but you’ve learnt to not put much faith in Idia’s descriptions of other people. No offense to your friend but at least he’s somewhat self-aware of how anxious he gets around others.
“I definitely am not??? This is the same thing that almost got us expelled, you know!”
You feel like you may also have heard of a group of first years almost getting expelled until they somehow got their hands on a magestone the headmage told them to get, as if you can just swing by a store and buy one. You know how hopeless Headmage Crowley and dumping a lot of work on a bunch of freshmen is in character but you can't help but feel disappointed anyway.
“I can’t believe I’m saying this but I agree. You really have to learn how to keep your pride in check…”
Another student, blue-haired and you assume is Ace’s friend, chimes in on the scolding. The student whose shoulder Grim has made himself at home only shook their head, most likely accustomed to his behavior. You watch them bicker as you ruminate on the resemblance of that strange creature to you.
After a few minutes of thinking (and walking so that you don't lose them), you decide that the fact that you were almost a victim of Grim’s flames is strong enough of an excuse to allow you to approach the friend group.
“Hey. You four.”
They turn around to notice you finally (though you can hardly blame them – save for Idia and his glow-in-the-dark-esque hair, Ignihyde students are not noticed as much). It takes them a second to realize that you're no ordinary student. When they do, their jaws fall open, letting out a wild “Huh?!”.
Grim himself jumps off the quiet student's shoulder and stands on his two feet. The day is getting crazier and crazier the longer you entertain this coincidence. He then points at you and begins his bullshit-spewing again.
“W-Who are you?! And why do you look like me?!”
You should be asking the same questions right now but the lack of answers for them makes any word on the tip of your tongue die before they can escape. Plus, the way he's saying his words sound more accusatory than you’d like to admit.
“Don’t look at me! I'm just like this!”
Grim doesn't seem satisfied by your answer and honestly, you can't blame him. You both are quite confused by what's happening at the moment. You two resort to unconsciously recreating the two-Spidermen-pointing-at-each-other meme. The other three students also seem to be at a loss from what they're witnessing.
Ace Trappola
He would laugh at Grim and point out how he's not special anymore but he's too stunned to even say anything (at least for now)
He looks you up and down again then pinches himself to make sure he’s not hallucinating
He feels like he should be less surprised and that the uncanny resemblance could just be passed off as a coincidence but he has to admit, seeing you two as not brothers may prove to be a little difficult for him
He gets used to you two over time and stops questioning it altogether. Sometimes he even forgets
At times, he’d poke fun at Grim and say how you two are way too different personality-wise to even be correlated in some way
But deep down, he’s happy for Grim he found someone similar to him
He won’t say that aloud obviously.
Deuce Spade
His eyes dart from you to Grim then you again. This goes on for a minute
He almost asks you if you can also breathe fire so recklessly
He ends up interrogating you, like a parent doing a background check on the friend you just brought home
Sooner or later, he concludes that you two are “bros”, despite not having the same feline characteristics
He’s glad Grim found his long-lost brother (he gets a smack from Grim for this)
He would notice how Grim’s smiles oftentimes are wider when you’re around, probably feeling some kind of kinship with you
And he gets that - since you all are “bros” now, he’s more than willing to have your backs now
After sorting things out with the freshmen, you return to your cave like the nerd that you are, feeling more exhausted than usual. To your surprise, you also return to two nerds being in said cave. A Shroud brothers ambush is not something that happens too often.
“Hey (Y/N). We decided that your place needs trashing. Also Ortho wants to try out this new game he found but it needs at least three players.”
Sounds about right. The geeks are geeking out as usual, just at your place this time. But you need them to hear about how crazy today was. You open your mouth to say something-
“I tried to convince him to get Azul but you know how stubborn my brother is.”
Ortho cuts you off and you force a nervous chuckle as a response. You agree but you should really get this off your chest-
“Hm? Did you guys hear something~?”
Idia teases and it brings a genuine laugh out of you and Ortho. Then you take a deep breath and release it. Third time’s the charm, right? You try again.
“Listen, you two. You wouldn’t believe what happened today.”
They perk right up at the promise of gossip (specifically, gossip related to you). You jump a bit from the excitement, finally glad you got their attention. Your hands start to gesture while you tell today’s story.
“I found this… cat. His name is Grim? He has the exact same ears and tail that I do! And he can breathe fire too! Except he does it with no regards to his surroundings whatsoever. That’s kinda concerning.”
Idia Shroud
“You saw wittle Gwimmy??? Man, I’m so jealous… I’ve been in need of some cat therapy for a while now…”
By the sound of it, he already knows who he is. You gasp dramatically at this, feeling betrayed at the fact he never told you about him
He tells you to chill and simply excuse that he didn’t think it was that important or anything
Of course, at first he was shocked but then he pondered about the coincidence - concluded that weirder things have happened and can happen
You’re unamused by this but it is very Idia. You suppose if you have a curse where it burns blot in your body nothing can really be seen as weird
Still, he entertains the possibility of you having a non-human distant cousin
If he isn’t already so nerdy, it feels like he’s growing a second brain trying to theorize what your relation to Grim is…
Ortho Shroud
Also already knows who he is. This truly is a Shroud brothers ambush… of betrayal at that
Theatrics aside, you try to pry him for further information and maybe explain how you and Grim may be related
“Sorry (Y/N), I’d love to help but Grim has been avoiding both of us for a while now. Whether that’s intentional or not, I’m not sure, but I sure wish I was with you when you ran into him. I’m sure I could’ve gotten some valuable information from him!”
You have your doubts about that.
While you keep things to yourself, Ortho provides you with Grim’s surface level information - which is basically nothing
So you two vow to get closer to Grim; even with the ulterior motive, it doesn’t hurt to have more friends Idia would beg to differ
Grim-like traits aside, it’ll be eye-opening to him to see if you two are similar in any regard at all - whether it be from your healing presence to your dazzling smile.
The next morning, you walk to your first class of the day: History of Magic. A fairly interesting class regardless of your stance on the subject. Professor Trein goes on and on about something, you write things down in your notebook. Your eyes are on Lucius for half of the class too. Your mind is still stuck on the events of yesterday. You feel like you’d be reminded of Grim any time you lay your eyes on anything feline - including yourself.
At last, class is dismissed. As much as you enjoy the class and genuinely like Professor Trein, you can’t help but feel that classes are dragged out way too much in this college. You pack up your things and you leave around the same time the professor does. So when Grim comes running and tackles you to the hallway floor, he’s there to witness it all.
“Hey twin! Wanna have lunch with us later? You’ll be seating with us cool kids!”
As you try to regain your composure over being literally knocked over and the fact that Grim has already warmed up to you, Professor Trein attempts to comprehend the scene unfolding before him.
Mozus Trein
Yes, of course he needs to scold Grim over misbehaving for the umpteenth time that week, but he’s also in awe of how… similar you and Grim look.
If he’s seen either of you before, whether in vicinity of each other or not, he’s never noticed blame it on the old grandpa eyes
People (and creatures now too, accounting for Grim’s being here) of your traits and abilities are far and few between
As much as he’d like to inquire you two on your ancestries (and their possible connection), he does respect your privacy
He always liked having you in his class but now, he finds himself looking out for you more often, a way to put his energy from his curiosity about you into something else
He’d ask you about your day and jokingly ask how your relationship with your long-lost brother is doing as if he’s not acting like a dad himself
Needless to say, he’s definitely your favorite teacher now.
You accept Grim’s offer for whatever reason and have lunch with the “cool kids”. You feel a little out of place at first, hanging out with people who aren’t the Shrouds, but then you start having lunch with them every other day. Then you start visiting Ramshackle Dorm where Grim is staying and spend time with the others there. At some point, you brought the Shrouds along and they would bring their games.
Suddenly, you know a lot of people. You think to yourself how crazy friendships start. You go from not knowing their name to knowing what they named their pet rock when they were a child. And in Grim’s case, you went from pointing at each other confusingly to pointing at each other for stealing each other’s food.
For the record, he definitely stole your pudding first.
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can i request where reader cant go to their match and they got angry which makes them say the word "i shouldve invite *ex's name*, she wouldve come." and reader reaction can be up to you! with rin and maybe chigiri? thank you so much and please stay hydrate! sending loves <33
OHHH MYYY GODDD ANONNN……..
the way i gasped so loud when i saw this OMGOMG
okay so, idk if you’re wanting PURE ANGST for this but like i’ll add fluff at the end anyway bc the more the merrier😇😁😁
OKAY SO UMM..i’m a procrastinator, it’s no secret. so uhh chigiris will be posted when i remember to work on it, sorry😭
“are you serious?” “you’re..kidding, right?”
chigiri hyoma and rin itoshi x reader (seperate) click here for chigiri’s
tags/warnings: angst to comfort, swearing, arguing, NOT PROOFREAD…
synopsis: if he’s so insistent on you being there to support him, why doesn’t he do the same?
a/n: i am SO SORRY this took so long </3 i got busy but this request is soo..chefs kiss i hope i did it justice😓
RIN ITOSHI—
the faint mumbles from the tv filled rin’s apartment as you made a quick snack to eat, knowing your boyfriend should be home any minute. you sat down on the couch to eat, turning the tv volume up as background noise while you looked out the window. it faced a gorgeous view of your city, along with a nice view of the sunset.
after some time, you were back in the kitchen to clean up a bit.
*click*
the jingling of keys indicated rin was home, a tad later that usual but you payed no mind to it.
“hey,” you smiled, “welcome home, how was practice?” arms wrapping around his neck as he set his bag down, taking his shoes off. his arm snaked around your waist to pull you closer to him, planting a kiss on your temple.
“eh, same as always. those lukewarm lunatics don’t know what they’re doing”
you hummed in response, rin pulling away from you to look you in the eye. he spoke again. “we have a game in a few days. you’re going, right?” it sounded more like a demand than a question.
“oh uh about that” you broke eye contact, a twinge of nervousness tainted your face. “i was given an extra shift at work so i’ll be swamped, i don’t think i’ll be able to make it, sorry”
his before softened gaze now pierced right through you, full of annoyance. “really? i thought you’d want to come to my games.” his arms left your torso and flopped to his side, lower back resting on the counter.
“i do! i always do..rin you know this, i go to your games when i can but lately i’ve just been more busy an-” you rambled.
he cut you off, “quit the excuses.”
“excuse me?” you replied, shocked at how his silver tongue was so quick to interrupt you.
“i get it. you’re busy. you don’t have to make up these half-baked excuses and try to make me feel better.” he moved from the counter, straightening his back and showing his full height, looking down on you as if you were less than him at that moment.
“excuses? rin, what the hell are you talking about? i’m being serious.” confusion swirled in your mind, what was up with him??
“you know, i never had these problems with *ex’s name*. she was always happy to come to my games. no excuses, no lies. every game, she was there. why can’t you be like that?” rin’s venom stained words singed into your brain, glints of annoyance pooled in his eyes. a twinge of guilt settled in his gut the minute those words spilled out of his mouth, but he payed no mind to it.
“what?” your eyes widened in disbelief, “are you fucking serious?”
how could he say that? sure, rin was petty and used bitter language when he was upset, but comparing you to his ex? that was a new low, even for him. after all of the crap you two talked about when mentioning both of your exes in the past, you’d assume he’d want absolutely nothing to do with her. right?
“why wouldn’t i be?” not once did his gaze leave your figure, was he serious? “she actually took my career seriously.”
you were beyond shocked, eyes narrowing as your brows knitted together. “invite her then.” you retorted. “maybe i will, maybe then i’ll have someone who actually supports me there.” he scoffed.
his words made your blood boil, eye twitching before you spoke again, “get out.” you gritted through your teeth, fingers fiddling with the hem of your (his) sweater as to not lose your cool.
“what?” he scoffed, not expecting such a response (he really should have, what was he thinking??)
“did i fucking stutter? or is your skull too thick to hear what i have to say. get. out.”
the strikers face further scrunched, yet not moving an inch. “this is my apartment. if you’re upset, then leave.” he brushed past you without a single regret as to what he had said, not entirely believing you’d actually leave, where else did you have to go?
“fine then.” you slipped your shoes on while dialing a number on your phone before slamming the door, leaving the rin to sit with his thoughts. you had much, much more to say, but the thought of having to stay in the same vicinity as you made your stomach churn.
who did you call? why, your best friend of course, who else would you trust with this information. sure, rin’s teammates weren’t bad people to open up to, but you needed someone who could understand your feelings through angry sobs and incoherent mumbles.
it was only a matter of time before you were sat on yours friends bed, angry tears burning your cheeks as you rambled on about how dumb your boyfriend was.
“break up with him” your friend mumbled, only half joking. “me personally, i wouldn’t stay with a man, nah, a BOY who brings up his ex when he’s mad..”
you lifted your head from the tear stained pillow to meet your friend’s gaze. “yeah but……ugh i hate when you’re right” your sentence ending with a laugh
“i’m kidding..kind of” she sneered “either way, screw him, ghost his ass until he comes crying at your doorstep”
“what??” you shot up from your position, now almost on top of your friend. she was faced you, a more serious expression painting her face
“seriously though, you shouldn’t have to deal with that shit [n/n], he has the be the one to apologize.” you nodded in response, good thing your friend had a bit more common sense than you did in that moment.
“yeah, you’re right, thanks”
“any time, now do you wanna stay here or are you good to go home?”
“i’ll stay here and bug you more”
“okay then” she laughed out, the two of you now laying on the bed on your backs, staring at the ceiling
• { time skip - two days later } •
the radio silence that came from rin was like torture, did he not care? not a single text or phone call, not even a message given from one of his teammates. it was hard to stay positive.
sure, he deserved the silent treatment, but he was your boyfriend. his company single-handedly made your days better. being separated because of a fight that he didn’t want to resolve was stupid.
your friend tried taking you out today to get your mind off of the situation. it was going well, up until you walked into your favorite cafe.
you were met with a face you were too familiar with. rin’s. his eyes widened in disbelief and he twitched, almost as if he was about to run after you. and so you and your friend took one good look at him and immediately left. if the argument was going to be resolved, it wasn’t going to be in a public cafe.
your friend pushed you by the shoulders as you both shuffled out of the doors, you pulling out your phone to find another place to go to at the same time.
“shit.” was the only thing that rin had managed to mutter out as he saw the two of you running away from the cafe. it’s not that he wanted to avoid you. it’s that he was ashamed. he was scared that nothing he would say would amount to enough of an apology for what he said.
rin was scared that this was the end of you two. his worst fears of losing the one person he knew loved and understood him were coming true and is was his fault. the past few days were filled with doubt and regret, his teammates even noticing his practices were depleting.
the rest of the day came and went, your friend dropped you off back at your apartment where you collapsed on the couch, left with your thoughts once again. you were about to just pass out on your couch and ditch work the next morning, like you have been for the past few days.
that was until you heard a frantic knock on your door, jolting you awake. your worried expression dropped to one of annoyance and bitterness; it was rin. but, he looked different. his usually blank expression was now one of exhaustion and hurt.
he’d been..crying?
your eyes widened in confusion, you opened your mouth to tell him to leave before he cut you off.
“i’m sorry” he blurted out
he was looking down to you, except it was much different than before. rin looked desperate, his eye contact only further confirmed it.
he reached his hand out to place it on your shoulder, hesitating. you opened the door to let him in, sitting on the edge of your couch next to each other.
“i’m so sorry [name].”
“i know.”
“it was stupid, you mean so much to me and i..i ruined it.”
“i know.”
“please, you don’t need to forgive me now i just…”
he paused. rin’s head moved to look at the ground.
“i just need to know you won’t leave me. you can ignore me for as long as you’d like and i’d understand. but just…please i need you back” he begged, small tears brimming at his eyes, what a rare sight to see.
silence fell between the two of you, but it wasn’t like the comfortable silences you’ve shared before. it was tense and awkward.
“okay” your voice was barely above a whisper, “i won’t leave you, i think we both know that” you say with a smile.
rin looked back up at you, eyes wide, full of hope and relief.
“but listen i…” the moonlight only further highlighted just how much the two of you had been crying
“it’s gonna take some time. that was really fucked up, you know that?”
“yeah..yeah i know. i’m sorry. you’re nothing like her i-”
“i know.”
the two of you were now looking at each other, faces flushed from crying and relief. the silence was comfortable again.
“let’s just..go to sleep, yeah? we can talk about it in the morning, i think we both could discuss better afterwards” you offered, leaning closer to the armrest of your couch as you were too tired to go to your bed
rin hummed back in response, laying on your chest as he wrapped his arms around your waist. your hands found their way to his hair, heartbeats practically synchronizing.
“you know..i’m still not going to your game” you whispered, peeking one eye open to watch your boyfriend. he smiled, “i know” a laugh spilled out of his mouth before you both fell asleep.
#blue lock#blue lock x reader#bllk#bllk x reader#angst#comfort#rin itoshi#rin itoshi x reader#itoshi rin#itoshi rin x reader#rin x reader#bllk rin#✩ vie writes
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Shuro thoughts (1201 words)
If i had to assign a term to Shuro that describes his character, it’d probably be ‘a lack of connection with others’, many of shuro’s relationships in dungeon meshi follow a similar pattern, in that they're all very neutral. He feels like he’ll constantly be in his dad’s shadow no matter what he does, leading to him not trying much, along with some resentment towards him. There’s also his relationship with Maizuru,who was one of the more positive figures in his life who he ends up blocking out as he grows older. Even his relationship with Hien is kinda. Nonexistent. They used to be quite close when they were kids, but their friendship eventually deteriorated when they grew older.
It makes sense since the difference in status is more prevalent, but this made me think about how he reflects Laois. Even though they both have similar upbringings, with fathers who are in a leadership role which they would benefit from. Laios is still ostracized from the rest of his village, and pretty early on ends up leaving to become a soldier, where he ends up even more ostracized. It’s only when he leaves the army and goes to the island, that he becomes an adventurer and meets his party, where he finds companions who he’s on mostly friendly terms with. Despite everything he’s able to create his own life outside of his family.
Meanwhile Shuro has presumably lived with his family up until he gets sent off on his adventure. He’s constantly in his fathers shadow, and everyone that he’s surrounded with is in some way related to his father. The retainers are all employed under his father and are more or less lended to him. Even when he leaves for the island, he’s still connected to him by the quest that he’s sent on, and his retainers that follow him. He doesn’t come to the island for himself, it’s for a competition arranged by his dad.
Another way that they’re foils is through their siblings. Laios’s relationship to Falin is incredibly important to the story. They both clearly love each other and left home to find their own path side by side. But Shuro and his siblings have a large distance between them. It’s never stated why, but I don’t think it’s made better by the whole, competition for inheritance thing. I think it’s also interesting how Laios’s adventure brings him closer to Falin. While Shuro’s takes him away from his brothers, furthering the gap between them.
Even in laios’s party, where he’s able to make connections with people not from his home, he still can’t really connect with others. Namari and Chilchuck both drink after work, Falin and Marcille are besties and all get along pretty well. They’re all comfortable enough with each other to speak their mind and jokingly riff on each other, all except for Shuro, whose relationship with them is much more like co workers.
It’s the same in his old party. Hien and Benichidori are able to form a friendship with each other, and Tade forms a friendship with Izutsumi. But Shuro is distant from them all, to the point where him going “you guys did a good job, I’m sorry I dragged you guys down here” is enough to bring Maizuru to tears and confuse the hell out of them all. While Laios’s party criticizes him pretty openly, Shuro’s party instead just goes with what he does.
One similarity between him and Laios that I didn't really notice until now is that they both lack real friends, just for different reasons. Laios can’t find real friends because he can't read social cues or socialize well with other people, but he still tries to reach out to people even if things end up sour. Meanwhile Shuro doesn't have friends because he doesn't try to connect with other people, he's passive and only makes connections if they come to him first, ending in friendships that he’s not even happy with.
I also think it's interesting how he has a special relationship with both Touden siblings, just that one is out of love and one is out of hate 💀 Both of these relationships lead to him breaking out of his passive personality and making his own decisions instead of just moving through the motions. By falling in love with Falin, he makes the decision of finally leaving the party in order to form his own rescue team. Due to his hatred of Laios, he ends up getting into a fist fight and finally showing his true emotions and feelings. Both Touden siblings influence Shuro to make active decisions throughout the story (Proposing to Falin, leaving the party, deciding to turn marcille in, fighting Laios, etc). Even though these are bad decisions, (proposing to someone without any kind of romantic relationship first, fist fighting someone while half your party is dead), they are still him finding a voice. Both Laios and Falin make Shuro break away from what's expected and make his own path, even if it's very brief, and even if those decisions were very stupid.
Even though Shuro’s whole reason for coming to this island is the quest he’s sent on by his father, we don't really get much of that in the main manga, instead more focus is put on his relationship with Laios and Falin, (something something even narratively he finds his own path by having an arc based on his relationships instead of his quest). If he had an arc in the manga, I presume it would be around him finally understanding Laios? And eventually repairing the relationship between them and forming a real relationship (Though honestly i'm not sure about this). But nonetheless i think Shuro’s relationship with Laios does improve, even though he says he hates Laios, he also admits that he's envious of him.
The two of them have personalities that fundamentally clash with each other while reflecting the other. Shuros passiveness and Laios' lack of observation skills basically guarantee their relationship would go south, but they do manage to pick up the pieces, after beating the shit out of each other.
Laios and Shuro have a genuine talk where Shuro admits his envy, and even offers Laios a way to escape to the east, despite not being asked to. And in the final chapters, Shuro ends up hugging Laios with a genuine smile, despite not being comfortable with physical contact. Even though the two had a rough fight, their relationship manages to recover and become somewhat positive.
By the end of the story, even though it's implied that Falin rejected Shuro (good for her), he's still on good terms with the Toudens. He finally makes his own decisions and speaks, and even though things got kinda ugly, he's still able to have a positive relationship with Laios and Falin, not as besties or as a married couple, but just as fellow people. He finally finds his voice and speaks up, end creates connections by the end of it.
If anyone would like to add more to this or has points they wanna bring up please do ^^, these are just my disorganized thoughts that i finally wrote down.
#dungeon meshi#toshiro nakamoto#shuro#shuro does a lot of unlikeable things (atleast compared to other main characters) but i think that hes also got alot of depth#with his whole family and relationship situation#this is a very amatuer analysis and im not really experienced with this kind of writing?#so if this is worded weirdly then sorry ^^'#also it would be cool to see what other people think#and if i accidentally misinterperated his character 😭#WAIT I FORGOT THE READ MORE
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Te Quiero - A Javi Gutierrez GIFLET
Uh, Jett, what the heck is a GIFLET?
Just a short 500 words or less drabble, based on inspiration that I got from a GIF. Simples.
Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x F!Reader (No name or physical description of reader. It's you, bub.)
Word Count: 500
Scoville Smut Rating: None, you're safe. Although this story may be upsetting for some - reader can't get pregnant naturally.
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Enjoy! 🖤
This GIFLET was inspired by the below GIF 👇🏻
“You told me you wanted to start a family! Don’t fucking lie to me.”
Your heart sinks. “It’s not what you think, Javi. I love you!”
“DON’T. FUCKING. LIE. TO. ME!” He roars.
You flinch, taking a step back. You’ve never seen him so mad, so angry. So hurt, as his usually soft eyes glisten, horrified at himself that he’s lost it.
Convinced that he’s losing you.
He thinks you're being unfaithful and you can't blame him for assuming the worst; all the disappearing acts, all the secrecy. The way you push him away when he tries to express his affection as of late. The way you seem so withdrawn and quiet.
You won’t eat. It hasn't sat well with him. Whenever he asks you what’s wrong, you lie and tell him you’re fine. It’s better that way. For him.
He looks down at his hands, balled into fists and shaking uncontrollably, then looks at you, tears welling in your eyes at what you’re doing to him.
You’re killing him.
“I am so sorry,” Javi says, stepping towards you, stroking your arms up and down. “But please, if you are going to leave me, just be honest.”
He breathes in, squeezing his eyes shut, resigned to not looking at you as you inevitably break his heart.
“He’s a doctor.” You whimper.
His eyes flick open, eyebrows pulling together in confusion.
“Javi… I can’t get pregnant.”
“What?” He whispers.
“I-I wanted to be sure. What you saw today was him… telling me. He called with my results. It’s me. I’m the problem. Not you. I can’t give you any babies, Javi.” You start crying as your voice cracks.
“No. No. No, mi amor. No. Come, come.” He wraps you up in his arms, crushing you to his chest as you sob. “Sssh. I love you. I love you. It’s okay.” He soothes into your hair, kissing your head. “We will figure it out. Adoption, surrogacy. Whatever it takes. We will have babies, okay? And we will love them no matter what. Look at me.”
Javi gently turns your head up to face him, tears streaming down your blotchy cheeks. He presses a lingering kiss to your forehead. “We will have lots and lots of babies like we planned. And they will be ours, no matter how they come to us, okay?”
You nod. “You’re not upset with me?”
“No, mi amor. Never. It is not your fault. I am upset for you, but not at you. I am an idiot. I should never have shouted at you.”
“It’s okay, I should have told you sooner. I’m sorry.”
“I didn't mean to make you feel that you could not.”
“You didn't. I just didn’t know how... We wanted this so bad.”
“We will still have it, okay? I promise you.”
“I love you.” You sniff, as he crushes you to him again.
“Te quiero, te quiero…” Javi murmurs into your crown over and over as he holds you tight in his arms.
🖤
#pedro pascal x reader#javi gutierrez x reader#pedro pascal#javi gutierrez#pedro pascal characters#jett's writing#jett's giflets
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Honored Ones: Yandere Satoru Gojo x Reader
(This might be bad idk :,> not that proud of it)
Throughout Heaven and the Earth, he is the honored one.
Then what does that make you?
“Oh goddess~ You aren’t hiding from me, are you?” you heard Satoru Gojo coo as his steps echoed throughout the abandoned building. You covered your mouth, trying your best to cover your shaky breath. “You can’t hide from me forever~ You know we’re bound… right goddess?” You heard him laugh and then a chain rattled. You froze, staring at your wrist to see the spirit bind chain that was shackled to your wrist. “Stop fighting me. You already know I can sense you… right?” he questioned. Tears fell out of your eyes just as Gojo teleported in front of you. “Found you~”
You jumped before he covered your mouth. He put a finger to his lips, “Sssshhh my dear…. Ssshh… I’m here… those special grade curses are gone… there’s no need to cry!” He smiled for you before planting a small kiss on your forehead. If you didn’t know better, he would’ve just been his normal self. But, after you saw him kill those curses and some of his fellow jujutsu sorcerers for ‘getting in the way’, you knew you couldn’t trust his smile.
“S-satoru…”
His smile only grew upon hearing his name come from your lips. God.. those perfect lips of yours. He was practically salivating.
He snapped himself out of his thoughts. “Yes my goddess?”
“W-where are the others?” you asked.
“The others? Oh… you mean the pests. They're gone now. They can't bother us now~” he whispered in your ear. “You cryin’? It's okay my goddess… you're safe now.”
He took your hand in his and lifted you off the ground. Despite your fear of him, you hugged him and started crying even more. He engulfed you in a hug as well. “Never do that again.” he said, getting scarily serious for once.
“I-I won’t! I swear I won’t!” you cried. He knew better than to take your word for that.
He sighed, “Let’s go home goddess. You’ve had a long day..”
You couldn’t track how long it took you to get to his place. Time always seemed to mush together when you were with him. You couldn’t tell if that was a good thing or not. Gojo locked the door behind you two when you entered his place. He collapsed on the sofa, pulling on the spirit bind chain to get you to come over.
“Y’know goddess, I never imagined being this close to you…” he started. “After all, you’re barely a jujutsu sorcerer my dear… it’s a miracle we even met.”
“... y-yeah… I-I’m sorry, I’m really weak..” you said, looking down at his hands.
He shook his head. “Stop lying to yourself. You may not be as strong as you want… but soon enough you will be.”
“H-how?”
“I’ve been hinting at a surprise haven’t I? I think it’s about time I finally reveal it.” he smiled softly at you.
You tilted your head, confusion spread across your face. “W-what do you mean?”
“You’re almost entirely mine, my precious goddess~ Did you figure out what I’ve been doing yet?” he asked innocently.
Wait. He didn’t.. He fucking wouldn’t.
He smiled after seeing your expression. “You’ve figured it haven’t you? You’re so smart my goddess! I’ve been putting drops of my blood into your food I’ve prepared for you… and you know how your cursed technique works.. Right?”
Of course you did! You weren’t stupid.. Were you?
“Your cursed technique isn’t very practical… at least for you. You have to quite literally consume a part of a person to gain their strength. But but but! If you ingest too much, your life becomes officially theirs to control. It’s funny really.. You get stronger but you become less and less you the more you do so!”
“G-gojo… w-what..?”
“Look my goddess… I know someone as holy as you could never be mine… so, I’m taking fate into my own hands. We will be together now, forever. No matter what you do, you won’t be able to die as long as I’m alive. You can’t even escape me in death. We’re bound, remember goddess? You’ve sealed your fate the very moment you agreed to this.” He grabbed your wrist, showing the spirit bind you two established. You both had to ingest some of each other's blood to even establish it. You just wanted to be stronger… to be protected by someone…
You should’ve died to those curses in that building earlier.
Before you knew it, Gojo tore at his wrist till it bled heavily. He held it up for you to drink his blood. He chuckled as you looked at him in horror. “H-how… how long have you..”
“Oh, since we made the pact. I’ve had my sight on you for quite a while my dear.” he said nonchalantly. “Now, drink up. Haven’t got all night.”
You shook your head causing him to laugh loudly. “Seriously? You’re still being stubborn? You really don’t get it dear… you’re mine.” His blue eyes pierced your own, seeming to tear into your brain. “Now, drink.”
Your body moved without you as you downed his blood. The taste was repulsive, you hated doing this. Gojo however seemed to be enjoying it as he petted your hair muttering ‘good girl’ every now and again. He pushed you away after some time. “Now now dear, we don’t want to suck me completely dry, do we?” he teased.
“Mhm…” was all you managed to say.
“Y’know… the pact is fully made now, right? Ha! How funny! I can literally control you now!” he laughed lightly. “We can claim this world as ours… and ours alone. After all, we’re gods… together we are the honored one…”
He pulled on the now fully materialized chain around both your wrists and hummed cheerfully.
“Let’s go have some fun, shall we?”
#jjk fanfic#jjk gojo#gojo x reader#gojo satoru x reader#yandere gojo x reader#yandere trope#fanfiction#really not proud of this one#might rewrite it eventually
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🐞 draco malfoy ; unrequited love, part 5 (hufflepuff fem reader)
♪ a lots gonna change : weyes blood
part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4
♡ warnings: angst
tagged: @miawastakens @watercolorskyy @pinkynecktie
also to the last person who requested to be tagged, im so sorry but i cant seem to find your blog when i try to tag it :(
by the way a reference to the last chapter, i realised adrian pucey is two years older than harrys year, so for the sake of it not being weird just pretend he was a year older than us
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You cried all night.
You didn’t know if whether you had swayed him, or distanced him from you even more. Each passing thought that involved him had only provoked your yearning tears. By the end of the long evening, your pillow was wet with the heartbreak and sadness you wept for him.
You were stupid enough to believe he was for you. The muggleborn girl and the pureblooded boy with a family full of blood supremacists which he was surely influenced from — yeah, right. What a foolish imagination you must have.
Dawn had rolled around, and your quiet sobs had eventually stopped and morphed into your sleep. The bright light of the sun shone through the fogged window, reflecting onto your hair. Your yellow duvet covers were spread everywhere, and the mascara you had worn from the ball before had stained your pillow like watery, black ink.
You rose up from your slumber, increasingly light headed from all the thinking you had been doing all night. It was time to finally get on with your life, and leave this all behind. Your feelings for him would have to disappear, soon enough.
Your ball dress was still on, and was crumpled from the action of tossing and turning restlessly in your bed.
A letter was positioned unknowingly on the windowsill. You noticed that the window door was open, the cold air hitting your face like a vent. You saw that a midnight feathered owl with amber eyes as bright as streetlights perched on the sill, looking at you with its pupils dilating.
Eagerly, you opened the letter, hoping it to be from your parents. They had only just figured out how to use the owl. But the envelope looked too classy, too posh even. Nothing like the basic white envelopes you’d usually see.
It had a certain family emblem on the black seal.
Ripping the top of the envelope, you lifted the mysterious letter from the pocket. You had almost instantly recognised the handwriting, as you had seen it in your potions class not too long ago. It was Malfoy’s.
The words were carefully carved with ink on the parchment, and ink smudges seemed to be far less of a problem for him to prevent than it was for you. Using a quill and proper ink was still something to get used to, even if it had been 4 years. You anxiously let your eyes scan the page, a lump forming in your hoarse throat from all the sobbing. To….
I apologise for my previous behaviour last night
I understand that I may have upset you. This is quite new to me actually. I’m too wrapped up in myself to recognise others problems, if I am being honest.
However, while I still stand by what I said about us not working out, I do want to create a compromise with you. And before you ask, I’ve dealt with Astoria. It was entirely difficult for me to tell her. And to be honest, I am feeling quite down. But I’m still so confused on where my heart is leading and I don’t want to lead her on either. She’s one of the only people I care about. Except for my family and some others which I won’t name.
If you are so desperate, it will have to be a hidden secret between us. If I ever eventually decide to let myself love you, while the guilt might weigh heavily on me, I am not afraid of it. It is quite dismaying knowing that you aren’t a pure-blood like I am, but I want to learn to be more tolerant at least. And I’ll try to be more open. But don’t let a word slip out. I’m sorry if I am asking much. I should really not ask you of anything, but I can’t help it. I’m still adjusting to this. I thought it would be so easy, love. But it’s not. Sometimes we fall in love with the wrong people. But I don’t want to label you as wrong. Rather — unexpected. My family will surely be disappointed, so it’s why I’m so hesitant. But it’s a risk I am willing to take for my heart to finally be at rest. It has been tugging on me for weeks.
Do answer me later. Moreover, maybe I can explain it to you better in person.
Draco Malfoy
You saw your tears melt onto the paper. Different emotions poured through you like a rainfall, you felt excited and happy, but also unnerved. It disappointed you that he couldn’t accept you in the first place.
You found out your quill and a pot of ink.
To Malfoy,
Thank you for your letter. I am glad that you’ve explained to me your feelings. Sometimes writing it down makes everything better.
But please, do accept me as I am. I don’t want to pressure you into doing something you won’t find comfort in. Plus, it would put me in danger too. I don’t know what your family is like, but I don’t want to entrust them just yet.
However, I do feel similarly. Maybe we could try it.
I’d be glad to keep it a secret for you.
From…
You finally signed your name in one swoop of your quill.
“Hopefully..” You say to yourself, handing the addressed envelope to the messenger owl.
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thank you all so much for reading this fic, i appreciate all the support youve given me so much and im excited to write more future ones for you soon ♡
also im sorry if the ending seems quite rushed, i had no idea what to do and i didnt want to keep anyone waiting too long :( ill try to improve on this in the future and hopefully, not pressure myself too much with releasing chapters
#harry potter#harry potter fic#draco x reader#angst#draco angst#draco imagine#draco malfoy angst#draco x female reader#draco x hufflepuff!reader#draco malfoy x reader#draco x muggleborn!reader#draco x muggleborn
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THE BIG DAY !! ☆
# track 07 of my fapbruary event || prev track
contains : sub!virgin!zandik, gn!reader, lowkey yandere undertones, very lovesick/obsessive zandik, implied timeskip in the end, biting (w blood), fingering (a short bit), p much sex w feelings
Everything was supposed to go perfectly today.
He was supposed to take you out for a romantic meal and charm you with his words when you were alone. Then, you’d laugh and take his hand as his partner, and by the end of the night you’d finally kiss him. He’d be a flawless gentleman and you’d be caught completely off guard by it.
Yet there you both were, drenched and stranded in a fucking cave, too far from the city for you both to run back. His neatly combed hair was damp, sticking to his head as he tried to repress the need to mutter his grievances out loud. It was a repulsive, creepy habit, or so he’s heard. Well, it doesn’t matter anymore. His parade had been rained on, and not just metaphorically.
He was only pulled out of his thoughts when he noticed you shifting almost uncomfortably, and that you were staring straight into his eyes. You were saying something, the sound of your voice almost completely drowned out by the sound of the rain.
“What?” He asked almost snarkily, mood far too dampened to keep up his facade.
“I’m sorry,” You tried again, and Zandik’s expression moulded into one of confusion. If you were messing with him, he’ll make you regret it, no matter how much he liked you. “I know you put a lot of effort into this, and… um… I was really excited for our date too.” He didn’t know what he was expecting you to say, maybe a jeer, a statement to shame him, anything but what just came out of your mouth. He wasn’t going to be forward with his feelings, still, just to be cautious.
“I’ve always liked you.” Oh. Nevermind.
“And, uh… you’re very charming.” The tension in the air seemed to thicken as he almost glared at you, scarlet eyes almost shining in… amusement?
“You think so?” He sounded happy, the slight manic tilt back in his voice as he grinned. Oh, you just confessed your feelings to him! Without any of that persuasive swaying he’d planned to do! What he felt that that moment could’ve killed a man. You smiled back at him, and gosh, it sent an arrow through his heart. This was all he’d dreamed of since he laid eyes on your beautiful figure.
“Can I kiss you?” He hadn’t even processed that he was nodding before you leaned in, making Zandik freeze up. Thousands of thoughts raced through his head as he finally felt your lips press against his, and he was almost in a daze. Countless trees with both your initials carved into their trunks boiled down to this moment in the end, and he can’t say that he regretted a single thing. He was grateful that he was sitting down as his knees went weak from your kiss, trying to reciprocate as he tried to calm his beating heart.
It was obvious that this was more or less his first time kissing anyone, and you couldn’t help the way your heart leapt for joy at this. Your skin was hot and you jumped when his icy fingers found themselves around your waist, pulling you in almost desperately. His hands were all over you, grabbing and clawing at your flesh hard enough to sting.
His actions were slightly forceful as he held you flush against his own body, and you could start to feel the impressive bulge in his pants. He moved with what could only be described as fervour, drinking in every inch of you as you undid his belt and pants easily. There was a hint of disbelief in his eyes as you pulled his underwear down, freeing his cock and causing him to sigh in relief. He was nothing short of glorious with a happy trail hidden just beneath his wet shirt. You’ll put him to good use.
“This is your first time, right?” You asked, him nodding in an uncharacteristically shy way. What were you going to do with this information? You smiled at him, taking off your own underwear as you settled back onto his lap. His eyes were wide and if not for the lack of lighting, you’d see his almost scarily dilated pupils, admiring you as if you were nothing short of a wonder. He could just barely see the outline of your figure, glistening under the moonlight, and you looked ethereal. “I’ll ride you. As a treat.”
He wiped his still-damp bangs from his face to watch you closely and clearly as you reached a hand down, finger circling your hole before pushing a finger in. Then another. Zandik just kept watching, dick throbbing everytime a moan escaped your lips.
“Can I?” He stammered, his breathing shallow as he reached for you. You used your free hand to swat his away playfully, causing a lick of frustration to taint his face.
“Next time” was all you said before taking your fingers out and aligning his dick with your hole. His eyes rolled to the back of his head when you pushed the head of it in, a sharp gasp escaping his lips when you continued, not giving him a break.
“T-Tight! Fuck!”
He doesn’t realize he’s cumming as he whimpered, nails digging into your hips, head tilted back and jaw dropped open. This feels better than anything he’s ever imagined! Pure pleasure flooded his senses and you felt his cum fill up your insides, laughing in disbelief at his sensitivity.
“For someone with such a cock, you really don’t know how to use it,” you teased, wiping away the single tear on the corner of his eyes. “Are you okay?”
“Again,” he demanded pathetically, weakly thrusting up into you, only to bit back a soft sound. At least he had stamina. You obliged, lifting yourself up before seating yourself back onto his cock, making him whine out loud. He was already so fucked out before you did anything, and it just caused your arousal to pool. As he wanted you to, you began riding him, placing soft kisses on Zandik’s bitten, swollen lips.
When you first met, you would’ve never dreamed of being able to fuck him like this. He was always quiet and kept to himself, surrounded by mysteries, a handsome smile on that equally handsome face when he greeted fellow scholars. You think that you quite liked that, as much as you liked the lewd, teary face he was making.
“I’m gonna make you mine,” you cooed, pushing the digits you fingered yourself with in the man’s mouth, stroking and playing with his tongue. “Make you feel so good that you’ll never want anyone but me.” The possessive words made Zandik’s head spin with giddy delight as he nodded, pushing your fingers even deeper into his mouth.
Garbled words that sounded like “good” escaped his lips as he thrusted up into you with all the strength he had left, the sound of skin slapping skin bouncing against the walls of the cave. You were so close, so goddamn close-
“‘M cumming!” He shouted out, biting down on your fingers so hard that if you were of clear mind, you’d be worried that they’d snap right off. Only, you weren’t. The pain shot right to your core as you cried out his name, clamping around him as your vision blurred. You fell against his chest, hearting his heart beat rapidly as the pleasure hit you both in waves.
What was he thinking for his heart to beat this way?
You raised your hand, flipping it over and over again to look at the teeth marks on them. They scarred a long time ago, but never really went away. Over the scars, barely hiding them, was a glittering, silver ring, the hues of the gem just like that of his eyes. He noticed it, groaning with slight annoyance. “I get that you like them, but we have work to do.” He asked, rolling his eyes.
“It’s kinda like a promise ring, don’t you think?” He couldn’t deny that he liked the idea.
“Weirdo.”
“You’re truly one to talk, Dottore.”
#@ a thousand kisses. ares#@ dottcre’s fapbruary !#sub dottore#dottore smut#dottore#zandik#sub zandik#zandik smut#genshin#sub genshin#genshin smut
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Can we get an overworked reader x Gaz where the reader Accidently snaps on Gaz, and Gaz tries to calm her down and it like.. Ends in fluff? 🥺
Of course !! Thank you so much for the ask ^^ This is my first one ever, so I hope it’s what you wanted!
Gaz just wants his luv to sleep !!
Warnings: Just a tiny bit of angst but then fluff! Reader has no specified gender but is called luv.
. . .
“Luv please….you need to lie down.” He said softly, placing a gentle hand on your back to try and guide you to the tattered couch in your office.
“I can’t, I need to finish filing these reports before the new recruits come in for training tomorrow-“
“Today.” He cut you off. “It’s two in the morning, they come at six.”
“What?!” You gawk at him, shoving his hand away and running back to your desk. “Why would you let me get distracted- I still have atleast 20 to fill out!” You rambled, fumbling with the papers you failed to organize.
“Now Y/N-“ He tried to say, but you bombarded him with questions like; ‘How many recruits is there that Price agreed to help train? How many guns do we have to spare? Which task forces is he planning for them to be sent to? Can you pass me that pen?
“Slow down there dove, Price hasn’t told me everything yet but-“
“Then why- I just need you to-“ you struggled to find the words, groaning and rummaging through the pile of documents, trying to get your overtired brain to focus on the information in front of you.
“Your brain can’t work like this lovie, you seriously need to get some sleep.” He tried again, looking so unbothered it made your jaw clench before you could get a hold of your rapidly rising temper.
Finally you snapped, slamming your pen down on the table. “Look Gaz, if you’re not going to help just get out! I can’t afford to sit and do nothing like you right now.” You shouted, seething until you took in his shocked expression and the pure crassness of your words hit you.
You stuttered, trying desperately to explain yourself. “Gaz, no I-“
“I already filled them out for you when you were running around helping Price earlier.” He stated, and you raised an eyebrow in confusion. “I saw how much you had to do and figured you were going to overwork yourself again getting it done, so I did it.” He admitted, not looking hurt at all by your words but instead cocky. “Go on, look at them again.”
With a wince, you shuffled through the papers again and noticed all 30+ reports were in fact filled out. In way nicer handwriting too, and with far more information than your quickly scribbled out mess on the previous 8 or so pages.
“Gaz.” You muttered, then whined into your palms with so much misery he cackled.
“Thank you- seriously, you’re so sweet and thoughtful and I’m just a- a mess.” You grumbled guiltily, pouting up at him.
He just shrugged. “Well, you’re my mess, and I think my mess could use some sleep.” He smiled playfully, holding out his arms to you.
You rolled your eyes but smiled back and stood up from the desk, rushing to run around it and fall into his arms. He wrapped those strong biceps around you, and suddenly you felt okay.
“Not on this old ass couch tho, even someone so cruel to me deserves better….” He sighed dramatically, making you slap him in the arm. You went to explain yourself but let out a surprised squeak when he picked you up bridal-style and carried you back to his quarters with ease. You blushed and squirmed in his arms, scared someone might see, but he couldn’t care less if anyone found out you were dating. He simply tossed you on the bed and jumped right in next to you, tugging you by the hip into his warm chest.
“I really am sorry.” You mumbled. “I don’t know why I acted like that, you’ve been nothing but sweet and supportive….”
“You’re stressed, I get it. Just next time, try to accept my help.” He replied softly while playing with your hair.
“I will.” You promised, burying your face into his neck and laying your arms over his shoulders comfortably. Within seconds you fell asleep in his warm embrace, and he followed soon after adding—“Goodnight my love.”
I really hope this was good!! Procrastination is hitting me like a brick but I really wanted to do this ask for you, and it honestly boosted my motivation so thank you !! ♡ I have a König blurb in my drafts that I’ll try to get out by tommorow, and another fic in the works…from a different fandom this time >:) Have a good night/day lovelies!! -Melo
#cod#call of duty#kyle gaz garrick x you#kyle gaz x reader#kyle gaz garrick#asks#fluff#gaz fluff#kyle garrick
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Babysitting: Dick Grayson x fem!reader
A/N: there's an easter egg in this story. Let me know if you get it :D
(testing some fandoms vigilance here) :D
"Me and Kori got some business to take care of."
That freaking sentence!
Of course he and Kori had business to take care of together. Not that he was my boyfriend. not that I was the one who was always left behind with Rachel, Gar and now also Conner and Tim.
Jealous? Of course I wasn't jealous.
Not even a little. I loved those kids.
But who the hell was I in this relationship, a babysitter?!
***
Let me put it straight: I am not hero. I have zero fighting skills (maybe except my wit. quoting someone I knew: sarcasm is my only defense) and I could not hurt a fly, let alone another human. But. I am smart. I am intelligent and I was determined enough to do something more with my life and became a lawyer. Pretty unusual career for someone who was born and raised in Gotham (even If I moved out of this hell hole after graduation). And yet, I made it. Feeling like I was doing something right, standing up for people, defending them.
Well.
One day someone decided to put my thinking and beliefs to the test.
“Counsellor. You have a visitor.” Our new paralegal was kicking her heels nervously in front of my office.
“Ok, Amy, first of all calm down. That’s right. Deep breaths. Unless it’s Joker who came to visit me, I don’t see any reason for you to be so flustered. “ I raised an eyebrow at the girl, who all of a sudden turned red like a beetroot. “Amy?”
“I’m sorry, counsellor…..”
“How many times, do I have to tell you, you don’t need to use that title when we’re alone? You’re like what, five years younger than me?” I playfully shook my head at her
“Sorry, I …..”
“Never mind, we’ll talk about it later” a little pat on her shoulder was enough to bring her back to reality “Now. Who is there to see me?”
“Detective Dick Grayson. Bludhaven police.” Ok, now I understood why Amy was so nervous. This guy was really good looking and for a twenty-year-old that must have been a sight. I was far more reserved. In my years as a trainee solicitor I had my fair share of handsome lawyers, detectives and other officials. One way or another all of them were the same – pretty. Pretty conceited. So at this point, at the age of 25 I was not impressed solely by a lovely face.
“Well, morning detective. How can I be of help?” I reached my hand out and he shook it firmly.
“I need some information about an on-going case of yours.”
“All right. As soon as you prove to me you can get the access to the confidential records I can’t see any reason to deny it.” I shrugged and lead him into my office.
And that was how it started. One case somehow lead to another, and another and another. He might have thought he had me cornered, but I was a lawyer. My job was to see patterns and predict the outcomes of actions and behaviors. I had him figured sooner than he knew and before he realized I got him right when I wanted him when he confessed to switching out cases just to have a chance to work with me. And then, some well chosen words, two or three dates, some more or less heated kissed and we were a couple. Oh, how I loved this boy! Like crazy. And he was very eager to use that against me.
“Detective Grayson? How can I be of help to you today?” I asked with my most professional voice noticing him standing at the entrance to my office. “And how long have you been standing there?” I smirked at him.
“Long enough” he pouted “you are just glowing when you’re working you know that? You have that irresistible spark in your eyes….” he closed the door coming closer to me and crouching on the desk eyeing me carefully.
“I’m sorry, how exactly did you get here?” I tilted my head in confusion.
“You know, Amy has a soft spot for me.” He put on his most charming smile.
“Yeah I’m aware of that. Clear sign I need to hire better security.”
“Is that so?” he grabbed me so I had to raise from the chair and stand between his legs.
“I’m busy, Dick.” I objected pointing towards the pile of documents.
“Mhm. I bet you are” his hands was now on my waist, pulling me closer, his face inches away from mine “I am too. Extremely busy….” He whispered and leaned in, closing the distance completely. I hated him. He had the audacity to show up in my office, uninvited, in the middle of the day, with all his charm and distract me from my duties. He was reckless, irresponsible and childish. And a hell of a good kisser. Just a touch of his lips on mine made me want more as I let him caress my face and my back. Only for a second though, as my rational thinking made me pull away and smirk at his disappointed expression.
“Oh, come on, Dickie. Don’t be a child….” I ruffled his hair and sat back down “Now, shoo. I really have a lot of work to do and if you want me back home tonight…..”
“Believe me, I have a whole plan for tonigh.” His eyes turned darker with lust as he said it.
“Can’t wait then. Hope you won’t disappoint me, detective.”
***
I came home late. Really late. Absolutely shagged, hoping my boyfriend would be there to ease my stress and anxiety with just his presence, but in fact I was about to be disappointed. The lights were off, the apartment cold and empty. No matter how sad it was for me I was a bit used to him working up late. He was a detective after all. Maybe he was at some undercover operation at the moment. Calling him was not an option since it may put him in danger, so trying to shake the emotions of the day by myself I just got ready to bed and before I realized I was dozing off.
I had no idea what hour it was, but at some point in the night I was woken by the squeak of the bed on the other side and a pair of arms sneaking around me. Dick was back safe.
“Hi.” I muttered, recognizing those hands and smell and shifting my position to get closer to him, resting my head on his chest.
“Hi baby” he whispered back, kissing my forehead and running a hand through my hair.
“Work?”
“You have no idea.” He sighed deeply and I caressed his side gently, trying to make him relax, but it didn’t bring the effect I wanted.
“Are you all right?” I was now totally awake, propping myself on the elbow to look straight into those beautiful blue eyes of his “are you hurt?” concern in my voice was so audible that a flash of pain crossed his face.
“I'm fine. I’m sorry I made you worried. And sorry I woke you.”
“Don’t ever be sorry. Honestly, I could never have a good sleep knowing you are out. Remind me why I agreed to have a detective boyfriend?“ I smirked but he was not in a mood for verbal teasing.
“I love you” he whispered closing his eyes, hiding everything there was inside, all the emotions kept under lock and key.
“Dick?” now I was serious too.
“Yes?” he opened them again and looked straight at me.
“You can tell me everything. There’s no need to hide. Whatever you did or whatever happened I have my ways to get you out of trouble.”
“I know. I know. I just love you so fucking much. I… I just need you next to me now, all right? Please?”
„That I can do” I laid back down, hugging him tightly, breathing him in, but at this very moment I knew something was off. We both held to each other, but it was more desperate than loving. More “I have a secret, I can’t tell you and it's killing me” than “I want to share my secret with you.”
***
I was spending another sleepless night alone just tossing and turning in the bed. Last three days was a disaster. At first glance nothing changed between me and Dick but under the surface …. Tormented by my own thoughts, I was truly thankful when my work phone broke the silence of the night.
“Y/L/N speaking” my voice was still hoarse, but it didn't stop me from using official tone.
“We need you here, counsellor. It’s an emergency and it requires your immediate attention.”
“On my way. Where exactly is here?”
***
Holy shit! The place was a disaster! Blood, massacred bodies, about ten injured people and two destroyed buildings. And one person accused of it all on the run.
“How could you let him escape!?” I was about to tear my hair out, but there was no time as I had to deal with the witnesses and potential accomplices taken to custody. Those who apparently were aware of their civil rights and refused to say anything without lawyer present. And Bludhaven police called me to be this lawyer. Fine, after all I had nothing else to do. “You know what, don’t answer that, just… do your freaking job and find the gangster boss who….”
Before I could even finish the sentence, said boss fell right in front of me.
“What the….?” I muttered looking up noticing the characteristic cape. The colors were a blur but everyone knew it was Robin. I sighed deeply and rubbed my forehead. Whoever was behind that mask I should have hated him, given how many laws he was breaking on a daily basis. The truth was, however, he was making my job slightly easier. And for that, ironically, I was thankful.
***
It took me another three days after which everything dawned on me. Dick was visiting my office every day, trying to get to know what I was working on and even when I refused to give away professional secrets, I knew he gathered some information. And then, miraculously, during night, all my perpetrators and criminals were brought to police station by no one other than Robin. Of course he himself never showed up. I would have to be blind, deaf and stupid not to see the connection.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked as soon as he stepped through my office again “and don’t give me that I don’t know what you’re talking about look. Let’s talk seriously, all right?”
“All right." he closed the door making sure it was shut tight and took a step towards me scratching his head "I’m sorry. I was worried that if you find out….”
“No.” I interrupted him.
“Sorry?” his surprised look made me use all the strength to hold back a laugh. He looked like a wigged kid.
“You don’t get to think so little of me. Did you really think I would leave? Or worse – was it the classic I was scared someone would hurt you bullshit? Dick, god damn it! I'm a lawyer. Do you have any idea how many times I got death threats? And here I am! Still alive and breathing! "
“I’m sorry.” He repeated.
“I’m also pretty case-hardened with keeping secrets, so I would never give yours away.”
“I know and….” He looked down, embarrassed and defeated under the weight of my arguments.
“I got a simple conclusion here: you are an idiot. Foolish, egoistic, inane….”
“Ok, that’s enough….” He stood up abruptly, making me shut up by kissing me, pulling me close so all my mind would get blurry and distracted by his toned chest, muscles and the way he was holding me, like his (or mine) life depended on it.
“Nice try, Grayson” I said pulling away too quickly for him to enjoy being in control of the situation.
“Please, don’t leave me. I can’t lose you.”
“You’re only proving my point here. I'm not going anywhere. But no more keeping me in the dark, all right? I told you once - I can keep you out of trouble, not the other way round. After all, you are a wanted vigilante.”
“Whatever you say” he pulled me in a kiss again and this time I let him. But still, he was about to apologize properly when we were alone.
***
From then on, everything went quick. Rachel, Gar, Kori. Titans. San Francisco. Gotham again (meeting Batman was a bit weird, but enjoyable experience), Dick dying and coming back to life (I almost killed him for that when he magically resurected). Conner, Tim. Wild ride. Wild. Oh, and somewhere in the meantime Dick ditched Robin in favor of Nightwing. Well, he looked hot in this black and blue outfit and I couldn't...... back to the point!
But I didn’t mind as long as Dick kept his promise of not keeping me away. At least for as long as in his own words it started to get really dangerous. When he reopened the Titans tower, training Gar, Rachel and Jason, I was there, watching over them, helping them crack cases and even joining on the field. I felt like a part of a team. But slowly, especially after Jason left (from the time perpective I think he was the only one to ever understood how it felt like to be cut off) my role was more like a caregiver. I was there to take care of the wounds, to throw a joke or defuse tension. Of course, I was still giving some advice, some tricks on how to play bad guys psychologically etc. but I knew I was being omitted. Dick was more distant, more tensed and more reserved than before, not that I blamed him. But I missed him. I accepted his vigilante lifestile, never complaining, but I wanted to feel like he still needed me to be his. His girlfriend, equal to him (but maybe smarter) and not someone to look after a bunch of kids (who I loved, but still).
Me and Kori has some business to take care of.
Right.
In a while he was always doing something with Kori. I liked her, truly, we were pretty good friends, but it was not right. I mean, I get that, she was a freaking fire princess, gifted with supernatural powers, all confident and fierce. All I had was logical thinking, connecting facts, fast reacting, resourcefullnes and imagination. It was more than enough to be a lawyer, but apparently not to be a part of the Titans team.
I wasn't jealous of Kori, really. I didn't envy her, I was just sad that all my good traits weren’t enough for Dick to consider me a valuable member of the team. Never letting me into real action anymore, never allowing me to train with the rest, even Tim, who wasn’t exactly skilled with his gear. Always working with Kori. And I knew confronting Dick about it would end up the same way as years ago. I can’t risk you getting hurt. I don’t want to see you in pain. I’m only focused on you when you are out in the open. Well, I understood his point of view, one way or another he was right, can’t deny that, but he could not possibly be there for me all the time. I had to be able to be more than just an easy to hurt one.
“You good?” oh, now he was realizing something was happening. Great job, Sherlock.
“No, I’m not” I always prided myself of being honest and direct in my communication with him. Boys can be so oblivious at times.
“Do we have to talk about it?” He looked at me carefully, his eyes begging me to postpone this conversation since he absolutely had to go investigate.
“Yes.” I nodded “Later. Now go.”
“Thank you.” He sighed and kissed my temple lovingly. I missed that.
“Go deal with that business of yours and come back to me. In one piece.”
“Promise.”
"Take care of him, ok?" I send Kori a sad look and she just nodded understanding everything he couldn't.
***
“Hey, brief, are you ok?” Conner used the nickname steming from the times I forgot knocking me out of my trance. Eventually, I ended up back at Star Labs with Conner and Tim, watching them fight against each other. Or rather Conner standing in place and taking poorly aimed Tim’s punches without flinching in the slightest.
“Take a guess.” I muttered “you should aim a bit lower, Tim”
“What?” the newly-appointed Robin looked at me confused.
“Lower” I emphasized “Conner may be superboy, but he’s still half human. And humans have weak points, so aim lower.”
Tim shrugged in a whatever manner, but stuck to my advice and to both, his and Conner’s surprise the latter hissed in pain.
“What the…..?” Superboy gasped turning his gaze on me. So did Tim and Bernard.
“Do you want to tell us something, Y/N?” the scientist asked “are you hiding some supertalents?”
“Just observational skills. Mixed with experience in medical records during my lawyer times.”
“That is interesting. You see anything else to use against Conner?”
“Wait. What? Use against me? I did not sign up for this!” Conner protested watching as my eyes twinkled in excitement. Now, I had my chance to prove to them I was more than met the eye.
***
“What is going on here?!”
“Oh, hey, Dick, your back. How was your business?” I brushed the sweat from my forehead and smiled at him. I couldn’t remember last time I was so happy and fulfilled. For the last two hours I was sparring with the boys under Bernard’s watchful gaze. It was exhilarating. “She’s the business I suppose.”
“Not voluntarily.” The pink-haired girl smirked “so you’re the girlfriend he was worried about on the way here?”
“I was not worried…..”
“I’m sorry about him. He can be …. Intense…” I cut Dick off. "I'm Y/n?"
“Tell me about it” she rolled her eyes “I’m Jinx.”
“The witch? Can you show me any spell to …..”
“All right. Y/n, I think we need to have that talk now.” my boyfriend, if that was still the case grabbed my hand and started dragging me away.
“It was nice to meet you, Jinx. I’ll catch you up later!” I managed to say in her direction before Dick picked me up and threw me over his shoulder still walking away. "Put me down, now!"
***
“What were you doing there?”
“It turns out, I'm pretty good at finding opponents weakness and turning it against them”
“Tim being the opponent?” Dick laughed
“Conner, in fact. And don;t be condescending.”
“What?!”
“Mhm. Did you know that he has a soft spot just right under his belly button? I might have bruised him with the impact I put there.”
“You did what?”
“Yeah. So many years of wasted potential." I blew a raspberry "And that’s because of someone who has been treating me like a babysitter for the past couple weeks.”
“You mean me? I never…..” I cleared my throat suggestively and it made him hesitate “ok, maybe I did. But you never said a word!”
“Because I knew it would lead to fighting with you. And despite everything I hate seeing you lose those arguments. Come on, you always surrender in verbal sparring.”
“Y/N….”
“It’s always you and Kori going everywhere together, dealing with stuff together, cracking cases together. I felt like I wasn't needed anymore. Apart from watching over kids.”
“Because they trust you. You are a role model for them.”
“One of the role models, Dick. Just one. And that’s nice. I just want you to realize I am so much more than just a bystander.”
“I don’t…..”
“Blah, blah, blah. I know all your arguments inside and out. Hurt, pain, loss… Please."I rolled my eyes at him "I’m good, all right? I want to learn to fight.”
“Are you jealous of Kori? There’s no need.”
“You idiot” I smacked his head. Lightly but he still hissed and looked at me with hurted expression. “You don’t get a word I'm saying! I am not jealous of her. I'm furious beacuse of you treating me different than anyone else!"
“Because you are the one I love!”
“I love you too." I said, more sofly, more gently and locked my hands on his neck, playing with the hair on his nape. That little gesture always made him relax and this time was no different as he hummed in pleasure "but I never told you to stop fighting, did I?"
"No...." he leaned into my touch so just to tease him I withdrew my hands. "Please, don't stop" soft, almost inaudible whisper got me melting "I missed that....."
"So, you agree with me that you've been pushing me away."
"I never said that and ....." I kissed him before he said anything else. Oh, the way it turned him on instantly.... Out of instinct his hands found their place on my waist holding onto me, caressing my skin, bringing me closer. Clearly he did miss me. I almost gave up, so lost in his touch, his warmth, wanting more and more and ......
"So, you agree with me....." I pulled away, not letting him get away with answer this easily.
"Yes, I fucking agree with everything you are saying." He rested his forehead on mine. "I'm sorry. I never meant to push you away. Never meant to make you feel like you didn't belong. I don't know what I would do without you."
"Hm, I know" I hummed "you would be absolutely lost. And probably dead. More than once."
"Mhm" he muttered. "Please I need you. You are like the only stable thing in my life...."
"I'm always here, Dick" I hugged him tighly, knowing well enough he was on the verge of breaking from the last weeks' stress and pressure and in desperate need of comfort and warm embrace "I'm always here. But I don't want to be a liability, ok? Or a housemother."
"Ok....." he held me tighter, not ready to let go.
"Let me train. I won't go against you, but please...." I kissed his temple, not to make him break, but just to assure him I was going to be fine. That we were going to be fine.
"Ok....." he chuntered "I'm tired....."
"I know, Dickie, I know. But you are not alone in this mess, babe. You are not alone."
Guess I was babysitting again. but this time, out of my own volition, and the fact that I had a choice in the matter made me feel good. After all, he was my baby.
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can't fight this feeling | steve harrington x f!reader
summary: Steve Harrington is your best friend, and when he breaks up with Nancy, you're there to help him pick up the pieces. After a while, his heart is a little less broken and a lot more full.
word count: 3.1k
warnings: fluff, teen romance, s2 steve <3, mentions of injury/blood, curse words?, kissing, best friends who are totally not in love wym
suggested listening: cardigan by taylor swift, hey stephen by taylor swift, can't fight this feeling by REO speedwagon
He was wearing a blazer that you assume was his dad’s at one point. That, paired with those oversized glasses really made him look like a complete dork. Dorkiness aside, you could read the hurt on his face as he rushed out of the party the same way you could read your favorite book, though you suppose Steve was something like your favorite book anyways. Your high heels, which you thought perfectly completed your Sixteen Candles costume, pattered quietly against the cobblestone walkway as you exited the party to follow Steve.
“You sure left in a hurry, where’s the fire?”
You regretted the little quip when you really looked at the hurt that filled his eyes.
“Nancy’s the fire. You know, this whole time.. I really thought she loved me.”
His voice gave way to his emotion, cracking toward the end of his speech.
You were confused. Steve and Nancy were in love, from what he told you. You don’t know how anyone couldn’t love Steve when they truly knew him, like you did. Like Nancy does.
“Wanna tell me what happened?”
You reached a comforting hand out to pat his shoulder, which you could tell he appreciated.
“She told me our whole relationship is bullshit. You know, I really love her. And she said- she said, ‘acting like we’re in love’. She doesn’t love me, (y/n). I’ve loved her this whole time and she doesn’t love me.”
You brought him into your arms then, figuring the only thing you could do was offer comfort. Your heart broke for him then, because you knew just how much Steve loved her, how much he loves her.
“I’m sorry, Steve. I know you love her, so I know how much this probably hurts.”
He nodded, you felt his head move from where it rested on top of your shoulder.
“How about we get you home?”
“Will you stay? My parents aren’t at home and I just, really don’t want to be alone.”
You would give him the moon if he asked. Staying at his house was no problem.
“Of course.”
He’s gotten better since that night, but you could still see the flashes of hurt in his eyes when he sees her with Jonathan. She was his first love, it's not something you get over fast.
You were watching The Shining on Steve’s couch, half paying attention, when he spoke up.
“You know, I don’t really miss her as much anymore.”
You looked over at him.
“Does that mean you’ll finally stop moping around?”
“I do not mope.”
“Yea, you do. I can’t deal with sobby Steve much longer, I think I’ll lose my mind if I don’t get my best friend back soon.”
“Real fucking funny. Next movie night I’m forcing you to watch Saturday Night Fever.”
You gave him a shove, before turning serious.
“You wouldn’t dare.”
Mirth danced in his eyes before his next words.
“Would you rather watch Grease?”
“Steve. You know my Travoltaphobia is very serious. This isn’t a joking matter.”
He burst into a fit of laughter at you, and you soon joined him.
The laughter subsided, and you got serious maybe a bit too suddenly.
“You know, Steve, I’m really happy you’re happy again.”
You rested your head on his shoulder, and Steve pretended not to notice the way his heartbeat picked up a bit.
“Me too.”
He figured you were the reason why, but at the same time he wondered, was it possible for him to be falling in love with you? So soon after Nancy?
If you caught him off guard enough, he would be able to tell you that it was you he loved the whole time. Nancy was just a scene in the movie that was really just filled with you. Your laugh would be the soundtrack, harmonious and light and full of joy. But he would only say it if you caught him off guard enough.
You saw the light come back to him now. It's been about a month since Nancy, and he was somehow Steve again.
Because he was Steve again, he had found his way into a fight.
You were pouring rubbing alcohol onto a washrag.You had made sure to picked a dark one, because although Steve’s parents were shitty, they weren’t stupid.
He was sitting all too relaxed on the toilet seat for your liking.
“Do I want to see the other guy? Or did you get your ass kicked?” You asked, hand on your hip.
“Hargrove’s an asshole, you know.”
He was right. Billy Hargrove was the biggest douchebag you had ever met. You turned him down last week when he tried to ask you on a date, knowing that it would only come at your expense in every possible outcome. His response was to tell you that you were “an ugly bitch anyways”.
So yeah, Hargrove? Total asshole.
“Yeah, Steve, I know.”
You shook your head, biting back a laugh.
“I did get my ass kicked though.” He said, looking up at you with heavy eyes, probably due to the bruising on one of them.
You laughed then, before lightly dabbing his brow bone with the navy blue washcloth, making him wince away from you.
“What are you putting on me? Liquid flames?”
You cupped his cheek gently, bringing his head back to you.
“You are such a drama queen, I swear.”
He lightly hit you with the hand that wasn’t gripping the counter, making you giggle lightly, and all he wanted then was to hear your laugh more and more.
“It hurts, okay? Maybe I should find another nurse, one that won’t make my wounds even worse.”
“You’re making me laugh too much and its affecting my work.”
He beamed up at you, award winning Steve-smile, that made your heart stutter and your steady hands almost shake.
“It's not my fault I’m utterly hilarious.”
You scoffed, but went back to work, tossing the rag aside to put butterfly bandages over the cuts on his face.
Being this close to him made you feel a little giddy, which was weird because he was your best friend, and you were always this close to him. Of course you loved Steve, but you didn’t ever think you were in love with Steve.
You figured it would make sense if you were.
The way you felt less lonely around him, and only him. The way you were pretty sure you would do anything for him. The way you kind of really wanted to kiss him right now.
“What’s going on up there, fly away to Neverland, princess?”
He waved a hand in front of your face with a goofy smile on his face.
“That was really dorky of you.”
You pat his cheek before stepping away, admiring your handiwork.
“Was just wondering, what did Billy do to make you want to let him absolutely kick your ass?”
He looked down, avoiding your eyes, seemingly guilty.
You tilted your head to the side, motioning a hand, hoping he’d tell you.
“He said some, uh. Some asshole shit about you.”
Your brow furrowed, and Steve stood up from where he sat on the toilet seat.
“Said he was gonna find his way into your pants, and that you were easy anyways, he just had to try one more time. When he said that, I just couldn’t hold back. No one talks about my girl like that.”
His girl?
Steve realized his mistake a second too late, because the moment he realized he had called you his girl, it had already found its way out of his mouth.
Luckily, you didn’t seem to notice.
You definitely noticed, but you didn’t think he meant anything by it, so you chose to not acknowledge it.
“You know, I can fight my own battles.” You said, before throwing your arms around him, drawing him into you for a hug.
“But thank you, for sticking up for me when I wasn’t there to do it myself.”
“Course, I’ll always take a few punches for you.”
Steve would take a whole lot more than some punches for you. By now, he’s sure he would lay down his life without a second thought just for you. He would probably find a way to lasso the moon for you.
He didn’t know that you would do exactly the same.
Your phone rang, pulling you from the trance that had kept all of your focus on your physics textbook.
You already knew Steve was on the other end, ready to talk your ear off, not that you minded.
Ever since he broke up with Nancy, which had to have been about a month and a half ago now, he’s made a habit of calling you every day, telling you about anything and everything he can think of.
Steve has been your best friend since you were old enough to know what those words meant, but you supposed that after everything you had helped him through since Halloween, he’s become even more attached to you.
You didn’t mind that, either. Over the past month or two, you’ve found yourself realizing you had feelings for Steve, which was a tough pill to swallow, at first.
He went from being the kid who used to split his lunch with you at recess, your awkward middle school dance partner, your study buddy, your ride home, and your partner in crime to the person you want to spend forever with.
You’ve had a taste of forever with him, 13 years and counting, and God. You wanted the full thing.
But first, the phone call. You’d settle for the phone calls.
“Hey babe, you know today I saw this cute little flower and it reminded me of you, it was like purplish and it was just sitting right between a bunch of daisies. I really wish I had a sick camera cause I think you would've loved it.”
He genuinely didn’t even realize he had called you babe. He couldn’t help it, it just happened. Steve and his stupid mouth, he thought, as he mentally kicked himself. He wondered if you could sense his panic over the phone.
Once again, you saved him by not acknowledging it, but this time, he’s 99% sure you noticed, because your voice sounded different, more flustered.
“That’s really sweet, Steve.”
A short moment passed, full of you both cursing yourselves. Him, for saying something maybe too romantic and ruining your friendship, and you, for not saying more.
“You know, today I saw a dead raccoon on the side of the road, really reminded me of you.”
He scoffed and you laughed fully, knowing he was definitely rolling his eyes.
“You know, this is what I get for saying cute shit to you. Remind me why we're still friends?”
“Because you love me Harrington, whether you like it or not.”
“I guess.”
He “guessed” he’s probably never loved anyone more, and that terrified him. But he figured that was a lot to dump on you, especially over the phone. That was when he hatched a master plan: lure you out of your house, because it was early on a Saturday night, and then find a way to romantically profess his love for you, because you deserved to know and also because you deserved every grand gesture in the book.
“What are you up to?”
He heard you shift around before you replied.
“Studying for physics. You saved me from probably two more hours of endless boredom.”
He laughed, and you missed the sound of his laughter ringing in your ears, unaffected by telephone static.
“Can you sneak out tonight?”
“For what?”
“A surprise, gotta wait until I pick you up to find out.”
You could hear the smile in his voice, and you wished you could see it.
You also wished you could stop sounding so stupidly in love with him, because it was grossing you out, but you knew you couldn’t. You were stupidly in love.
“Sure. But be here in 15 minutes.”
“It's a date.”
You really wish it was.
(It was).
You snuck out your window exactly thirteen minutes later, dressed in a pretty little outfit that made Steve’s heart stop when he saw it.
“Hey Steve.”
Hey Steve?
You come down out of your window like some kind of angel, and you say Hey Steve.
“Hey, you look really pretty. Probably too pretty for where I’m driving you.”
You felt your body get a little warm at the compliment, and you felt stupidly happy when he opened the car door for you.
You tried not to be so obvious as you watched him drive, but you really couldn’t help but look.
You were finally seeing him now, and he was just so pretty.
He took you to your old elementary school, pulling in right by the playground.
You couldn’t help but shiver with the cold air of the night, so naturally, Steve wrapped his denim jacket around your shoulders as soon as he joined your side out of the car.
He admired the way your face seemed to glow in the moonlight, before taking your hand and leading you to the small playground.
“You know, you used to push me off that slide.”
You rolled your eyes, embarrassed at your five year old actions.
“Yea, but if anyone else did, I’d push them off too.”
He laughed, before moving to sit on one of the blue colored benches. Naturally, you followed, sitting close by his side.
“You also punched Tommy Hagan by that bench” he pointed at another bench across from yours, and the memories came flooding back, “because he said I was stupid after I failed my math test in the fourth grade.”
“He deserved it. Kid was a little asshole.”
That was something you weren’t embarrassed of. You’d punch someone for Steve the same way he would for you, and you would never grow to regret it.
“I think that was the moment I realized I loved you.”
You whipped your head towards him in shock and disbelief.
“What?”
“That was the moment I realized I loved you. I don’t think I knew then, just how much that meant, but now I do. Now I know, this all started at that moment. I’ve loved you ever since.”
He grabbed your hands, and you shifted so you were facing him.
“I see it now, now that Nancy’s out of the picture, I see that it's you that I’ve loved this whole time. It’s kind of ridiculous actually, how much I love you. I’m sure you can tell, from all the phone calls where I say stupid shit just because I want to hear your laugh. Or the movie nights where I selfishly pick scary movies because maybe you’ll move a little closer to me. I really, really love you. You’ve stuck by me from when I slept with a toy dinosaur to now, when I can’t go to sleep without calling you up to make me feel less lonely. You don’t have to say it back” he squeezed your hand then, “but, maybe just say something? Cause I can go on and on about why I love you, but I can’t make you love me back so it would be a little embarrassing if I just kept talking and you just want to keep being best friends.”
You squeezed his hands back.
“Steve, I could probably give you fifty reasons why I’ve found myself falling in love with you. You, you’re everything I think I’ll ever need. If everyone decided to leave tomorrow, and it was just you, I would be perfectly fine because you’re the only one I want. I wish I could tell you the specific moment when I had fallen in love with you, but I realized it when you called me your girl in the bathroom after Hargrove beat you up. It made me realize how badly I wanted to be your girl, it made me realize that I was in love with you. I might have been this whole time.”
He let go of your hand, to bring his to your cheek.
“You just one-upped my love confession. Not fair.”
And then he leaned in, brushing his lips against yours with the softest of touches, before fully kissing you. And when he did kiss you, he kissed you, taking your breath away, which was fine with you because you didn’t need oxygen when you had him.
“I could kiss you forever, you know that?”
Your forehead rested against his, and so you both shook when you laughed, until he joined you, both of you giddy with love.
“Slow your roll, pretty boy, you haven’t even asked me to be your girlfriend yet.”
He hoped it was too dark, even under the light of a full moon, for you to see his light blush at being called pretty.
He hopped up from the bench, only to get down on one knee and grab your hand, bringing it to his lips to place a light kiss upon your knuckles.
“(y/n), will you do me the honor of being my girlfriend?”
You pretended to think, tapping your hand upon your chin, and Steve rolled his eyes at your antics.
“Of course. Now take me home, it's getting late.”
“As you wish, princess.”
He held onto the same hand he kissed, and you both nearly started skipping to his car, filled with joy at your newly requited love.
He turned the car on, and Can’t Fight This Feeling by REO Speedwagon came on.
Steve looked at you with a huge smile, turning up the radio, and you felt your body fill up with pure happiness. The pure joy you felt in that moment made you a little overwhelmed, and your eyes grew glassy with happy tears.
He pointed at you, singing loudly, but somehow still decently,
“You’re a candle in the window on a cold, dark winter’s night, and I’m getting closer than I ever thought I might”
You laughed, before joining him for the rest of the song, both of you giggling your way through the lyrics, losing yourselves in the other’s eyes.The music crescendoed, and then came to an end with a, “Baby I can’t fight this feeling anymore”. He brought you in for another sweet kiss, and you were so happy Steve couldn’t fight his feelings anymore, because here he was, kissing you. And every time he kissed you, from that cold November night and forever forward, all you and Steve felt was utter and complete happiness. Same goes for every time you both heard REO Speedwagon; Can’t Fight This Feeling comes on, and you’re both just like kids again, filled with the freedom that only teenagers in love have. Or maybe, it's the freedom that only comes with being with each other; you and Steve, forever.
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hiiii!!!! i love your works so muchhh🫶🫶🫶!! i hope you're still accepting requests about five, where five travelled to another dimension where the reader is and can't go back to where he's from (like when he goes to the future) i hope you understand huhu. THANK YOU IN ADVANCEEE!!!!💗💗💗
Took me a minute but I think got it 😅
Five hargreeves x reader
Angst/comfort
I’m sorry
Five blinks a few times while catching his breath, he looks around him I wonder and confusion, this place can’t possibly be where you were…right?
His endless months of calculations and failed attempts, has lead him here, it was the last possible place you could’ve been.
A small town in the middle of nowhere where, the houses looked identical with the exception of the obvious well taken care of garden in the house he was walking directly walking towards.
He swallowed when he saw the small name plate on the front fence, hargreeves…
[Name] hargreeves.
He notices a few of the neighbors looking at him suspiciously from their cracked windows, kids peaking from over fences and men glaring at him as they walk by.
He was an intruder to their circle and obviously he was view as less than welcome but they didn’t scare him, not when he saw the world near end three times.
He walked inside and braced himself for what he might witness, he knocked on the door three times, then his heart skipped a beat.
"Coming! John is that you?! I didn’t think you’ll drop the groceries so early-" You opened the door and froze in your spot when you saw his face.
Five let out a breath, your familiar face made his chest feel both warm and tight at the same time, he finally found you.
"Five?…how?" You opened your mouth in disbelief then closed it again, your eyes quickly scanned the area around your house and faked a smile to the nosey neighbors.
"Inside" you pulled him gently by his sleeve, his eyes never leaving your figure, not even blinking.
After closing the door you shut the curtains then turned back to look at him, you hesitated before reaching your hand and touching his cheek "My five"
He melted into your touch and kissed the palm kissing his face "My love…I’ve finally found you"
You threw yourself into his embrace and closed your eyes "I thought I’ll never see you again…I thought this was the end for us"
Five shook his head "don’t be daft, I would search for you till the hair on my head turns gray again"
"You crazy old man!" You pulled away from him looking concerned "It’s not safe for you here…they don’t like strangers" you looked to the side looking conflicted.
He pulls your face up to look at him "I’m no stranger, I am your husband, the one you took the last name of and they should know better than to mess with me regarding my family"
Your eyes teared up a little, you pulled away from him looking down at the floor "I know why you’re here but…I can’t go back with you five"
His expression showed confusion "Why? I can definitely get us back I-"
"No…no you can’t, you think I haven’t tried before? I tried every possible equation and no one of them did me any good, I’m stuck here five and you can’t do anything about it…I’m sorry"
Five clenched his fists and then marched to you and grabbed your wrist "I refuse to leave here alone! I am not leaving without you!" He focused his powers on the exact equation he tried earlier but just like your words it was like nothing was affecting your existence there, for he was all powered up and ready to leave you stayed unaffected.
His body slumped down, he let go of you and looked down at his hands frustration and anger at himself "There has to be a way…I’m-"
"Five I’m so sorry" You hugged him from behind "I wish things could be different" you whispered.
Five rubbed his face groaning then put his hands on top of yours "We both tried separately but…it doesn’t mean we can’t try together, work with me…I’m not giving up on us, I’ll wait years if meant for you to come back with me to our dimension"
"But your family-"
"You are my family too!" He tightened his grip on your hands "and I’m not gonna lose you again"
You sniffed then hid your face in on his back "I’m sorry, I’ll try to help"
"No, don’t be, it’s my fault and…I’m the one who’s sorry, you deserve the life I promised you and more..I promise to give you that, it’s the least I can do but do you trust me?" He ask’s looking back at you.
You nodded your head "I do, I trust you with my life"

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A Free Churro?
T/W: Death, funeral, ooc, bad parent relationships, a bit deep just for a crack fic, reader is depressed. Yuu is his own person and uses he/him pronouns. Fic under the cut
a/n: sorry if this is Y/n centered and not all the characters have a reaction but this is a monologue and to sort of stay true to the actual monologue there really isn't supposed to be any response. Also writing this like super late so sorry if its incoheirent. I could do individual scenarios and go deeper into each of their reaction if this is well recieved
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Heres the referance if you wanna listen along both links are the same monologue
Housewardens, vice housewardens, Aduece duo, Yuu, and Grimm: *All sitting in the audience of the funeral. Not knowing why they were invited, beside Yuu and Grimm. They all stare at the casket, unsure who it was.*
Y/n: *Walks out and starts the eulogy but first starts to explain why they were late* So I stopped at a drive thru place on the way here, and the girl behind the counter said, “Hiya! Are you having an awesome day?” Not, “How are you doing today?” No. “Are you having an awesome day?” Which is pretty… shitty, because it puts the onus on me to disagree with her, like if I’m not having an “awesome day,” suddenly I’m the negative one.
Housewardens, vice housewardens, Aduece duo, Yuu, and Grimm: *All gasp from Y/n's sudden explanation of the interaction between them and the lady behind the counter.*
Y/n: *continues to explain the interactions and how it went down* Usually when people ask how I’m doing, the real answer is "I’m doing shitty", but I can’t say I’m doing shitty because I don’t even have a good reason to be doing shitty. So if I say, “I’m doing shitty,” then they say, “Why? What’s wrong?” And I have to be like, “I don’t know, all of it?” So instead, when people ask how I’m doing, I usually say, “I am doing so great.”
Housewardens, vice housewardens, and the Aduece duo: *Are in shock about knowing Y/n's true feelings*
Y/n: *sighed going on trying to finish the story* But when this girl at the drive thru place asked me if I was having an awesome day, I thought, “Well, today I’m actually allowed to feel shitty.” Today I have a good reason, so I said to her, “Well, my mom died,” and she immediately burst into tears. So now I have to comfort her, which is annoying, and meanwhile, there’s a line of people forming behind me who are all giving me these real judgy looks because I made the Drive thru girl cry. And she’s bawling, and she’s saying, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” and I’m like, “It’s fine. It’s fine.” I mean, it’s not fine but, you know, it’s… fine. And I would like to order a Double Burger Meal, and I’ve kinda got somewhere to be, so maybe less with the crying and more with the frying, huh? And the girl apologizes again and she offers me a free churro with my meal. And as I’m leaving, I think, “I just got a free churro because my mom died.” No one ever tells you that when your mom dies, you get a free churro.
Housewardens, vice housewardens, and the Aduece duo: *At a loss for words, not knowing how to react. Feeling unsure if they should coverse with each other or stay silent. They chose to stay silent*
Y/n: Anyway, I’m sorry, that’s not part of the... *clears their throat trying to think of what to say next* All right. Okay, here we go. Let’s do this. Here I am, Y/n L/n, doing a eulogy, let’s go. *Goes on a monologue explaining the strained relationship between their mother and them.*
Ace: *Whispers to Yuu, Deuce, and Grimm* Never knew Y/n could hate someone so much
Riddle: *Speaks in a hushed voice* Ace, be quiet and listen to Y/n!
Housewardens: *All look at Y/n seeing how much they're struggling. Vil recognizes this to be a monologue.*
Malleus: *Confused as to how someone could hate a parental figure this much.*
Riddle: *Seemed to understand the pain of Y/n hating their mother. The other house wardens just watched, worried.*
Vice housewardens: *All sit patiently, trying to understand Y/n's trailing off. Jamil had the most concern out of the vice housewardens*
Grimm: *Grabs Yuu's hands with his small paw* I'm worried for Y/n*
Yuu: *looks to Grimm with a solemn look* I am too, but let's just listen right now. Might be good for them to get it out.
Y/n: *Sighs and looks at the casket once more reminiscing about when both their parents were alive.* My dad died about ten years ago of injuries he sustained during a duel. When your father dies, you ask yourself a lot of questions. Questions like, “Wait, did you say he died in a duel?” and “Who dies in a duel?”
Aduece duo, Yuu, and Grimm: *Look at Y/n confused as to where this story is going. Ace and Deuce were trying not to laugh at the duel part.*
Housewardens and vice housewardens: *Stare at Y/n in disbelief, not knowing they could have such a messed up past. Riddle and Leona understanding the feeling of strained relationships with family*
Y/n: *Chuckled to themselves as they explain the story of their father's duel.* The whole thing was so stupid. Dad spent his entire life writing this book, but he couldn’t get any stores to carry it or any newspapers to review it. Finally, I guess this one newspaper thought he was pretty hilarious, because they ran a review and tore him to shreds. So my father, ever the proud Mary, decided he would not stand for this besmirchment of his honor. He claimed the critic didn’t understand what it meant to be a man, so he demanded satisfaction in the form of pistols at dawn. He wrote the paper this letter, saying anyone who didn’t like his book, he would challenge to a duel, anyone in the world. He’d even pay for airfare to San Francisco and a night in a hotel. Well, eventually this found its way to some kook in Montana, who was as batshit as he was and took him up on the offer. They met at Golden Gate Park and agreed: ten paces, then shoot. But in the middle of the ten paces, Dad turned to ask the guy if he’d actually read the book and what he thought, but, not looking where he was going, tripped over an exposed root and bashed his head on a rock.
Housewardens, vice housewardens, Aduece duo, Yuu, and Grimm: *All look at each other, then look back to Y/n. Some of them have a very clear reaction on their face while others had a straight face. They all had a similar thought in their head* 'How can someone leave their kid do fight in a duel'
Y/n: *Sees their friends' reactions, but goes on with their thoughts as it forms the on spot eulogy they are giving. Y/n starts to recall a time where they saw their mom decently okay.* My mom used to hold these glorious parties, they were really something. There were skits and magic acts, and very insensitive vaudeville routines, and the big finale was always a dance my mother did.
Housewardens, vice housewardens, Aduece duo, Yuu, and Grimm: *Were all intrigued at the scene. Vil had the most interist since pereforming was something he was well versed in*
Y/n: *Continues to go on seemingly imersed by the memories they had of the parties* She had this beautiful dress that she only brought out for these parties, and she did this incredible number. It was so beautiful and sad. Dad hated the parties. He’d lock himself in the study, and bang on the walls for us to keep it down, but he always came out to see Mom dance. He’d linger in the doorway, scotch in hand, and watch in awe, as this cynical, despicable woman he married… took flight.
Yuu: *Was the most worried out of the group that was there, wanting to run up and hug Y/n as he seemingly knew where this was going.*
Grimm: *Looked at Yuu and noticed the discomfort he felt and let Yuu hold his paw* It'll be okay, Y/n will be okay.
Aduece duo: *Place a hand on both of Yuu's shoulders, seemingly comforting him. The two of them watch Y/n with sadness in their eyes.*
Y/n: *Their eyes start to water slightly as they take a shaky breath* And as a child who was completely terrified of both my parents, I was always aware that this moment of grace, it meant something. We understood each other in a way. Me and my mom and my dad, as screwed up as we all were, we did understand each other. My mother, she knew what it’s like to feel your entire life like you’re drowning, with the exception of these moments, these very rare, brief instances, in which you suddenly remember… you can swim.
Octavinelle trio: *Seemingly understood what Y/n meant by the drowning metaphore, all three of them were worried. The one who felt the most worry was Azul*
Y/n: *Looks at the casket with teary eyes, knowing this sad but beautiful memory in their head wasn't truly happy* But then again, mostly not. Mostly you’re drowning. She understood that, too. And she recognized that I understood it. And Dad. All three of us were drowning, and we didn’t know how to save each other, but there was an understanding that we were all drowning together. And I would like to think that that’s what she meant when we were in the hospital and she said, “I see you.”
Housewardens, vice housewardens, Aduece duo, Yuu, and Grimm:
Y/n: *goes on to explain their personal relationships. But then stops realizing they've been going on and on missing the point of where they were going. They take a deep breath.* I’m not gonna stand up here and pretend I ever understood how to please that woman, even though so much of my life has been wasted in vain attempts to figure it out.
Housewardens, vice housewardens, Aduece duo, Yuu, and Grimm: *Notice Y/n becoming more sad the further they go on. They all wanted to get up and hug Y/n, but thought it best for them to continue the eulogy*
Y/n: *Chuckles slightly now remembering another moment before their mother died* But I keep going back to that moment in the ICU when she looked at me, and… “I-C-U.”
Housewardens, vice housewardens, Aduece duo, Yuu, and Grimm: *All of them have their eyes widen as they come to a realization. They all stare at Y/n wondering if they caught what they just said*
Y/n: *Speaks slowly as tears well in their eyes. Their voice is soft as they peice everything together* “I… see… you.” Jesus Christ, we were in the intensive care unit. She was just reading a sign.
Housewardens: *Notice the tears in Y/n's eyes as they all feel bad.*
Y/n: *sighs and looks down, not wanting to face their friends in the room* My mom died and all I got was this free churro.
Grimm and Aduece: *Stare at Y/n, unsure what they should do after the funeral survice with Y/n*
Y/n: *Looks at everyone with eyes glazed with anger and sadness. Their tone was bitter as they point outside the funeral parlor door.* You know the shittiest thing about all of this? Is when that stranger behind the counter gave me that free churro, that small act of kindness showed more compassion than my mother gave me her entire goddamn life. Like, how hard is it to do something nice for a person? This woman at the Drive Thru place didn’t even know me.
Housewardens, vice housewardens, Aduece duo, Yuu, and Grimm: *Most of them seemingly understood Y/n's frustration. The only two who didn't were Malleus and Floyd, but they listened hoping to understand*
Y/n: *Looks at the casket with tears falling down their eyes. Their town is full of anger as they point at themselves* I’m your son! All I had was you!
Housewardens, vice housewardens, Aduece duo, Yuu, and Grimm: *Were even more worried as they see Y/n start to cry and hear the desperation in their voice*
Y/n: *Their town shifts to a more happy tone, but its a light happinesss.* I have this friend. And right around when I first met her, her dad died, and I actually went with her to the funeral. And months later, she told me that she didn’t understand why she was still upset, because she never even liked her father.
Housewardens, vice housewardens, Aduece duo, and Grimm: *All look at Yuu wanting to know if he knew of Y/n's friend and who she was*
Yuu: *Ignores the stares of the others and just watches Y/n intentivley, trying to memorize every detail so he could help Y/n decompress afterwards*
Y/n: *Smiles sadly, not knowing where to land their gaze* It made sense to me, because I went through the same thing when my dad died. And I’m going through the same thing now.
Housewardens, vice housewardens, Aduece duo, and Grimm: *Were all curious, wanting to know more on how Y/n handled their father's death*
Yuu: *Only listened on knowing exactly what Y/n went through when their father died because Y/n told him*
Y/n: *Eyes widen once more, finding a connection between something an their mother's death* You know what it’s like? It’s like that show Becker, you know, with Ted Danson? I watched the entire run of that show, hoping that it would get better, and it never did. It had all the right pieces, but it just—it couldn’t put them together.
Housewardens, vice housewardens, Aduece duo, and Grimm: *All have a curious stare at Y/n and Yuu not knowing what Becker was or what Y/n was talking about, but seemingly understanding the sentamet of the connection*
And when it got canceled, I was really bummed out, not because I liked the show, but because I knew it could be so much better, and now it never would be. And that’s what losing a parent is like. It’s like Becker.
Aduece duo *look at Yuu with curious eyes.*
Ace: *Speaks first as his hand is still on Yuu's shoulder* What's Becker?
Yuu: *Doesn't look at the Aduece duo, only focused on Y/n. Speaks in a hushed town* It's a show. I'll explain what it's about to everyone later...
Y/n: *Shudders through the tears trying to finish the connection to the show they just mentioned and the moment going on right now* Suddenly, you realize you’ll never have the good relationship you wanted, and as long as they were alive, even though you’d never admit it, part of you, the stupidest goddamn part of you, was still holding on to that chance. And you didn’t even realize it until that chance went away.
Housewardens, vice housewardens, Aduece duo, Yuu, and Grimm: *They all have a sympathetic gaze on Y/n, some trying to understand what Y/n meant.*
Riddle and Yuu: *Seemingly were the only two who understood Y/n's desires for a better relationship witht heir mother*
Y/n: *Looks at the casket with tears in their eyes and a frustrated tone as all their friends watched* My mother is dead...And everything is worse now because now I know I will never have a mother who looks at me from across a room and says, “Y/n L/n, I see you.”
Housewardens, vice housewardens, Aduece duo, Yuu, and Grimm: *All gasped, minus Yuu, at Y/n's statement about their mother's death. They all felt more saddened at what Y/n had admitted to wanting to be seen*
Y/n: *Takes a deep breath as tears still roll down their cheeks* But I guess it’s good to know. It’s good to know that there is nobody looking out for me, that there never was, and there never will be.
Aduece duo, Yuu, and Grimm: *They start to feel guilty because they want to be there for Y/n, the way Y/n wants them to be there.*
Y/n: *sighs and wipes their tears away, finally accepting the realization they had* No, it’s good to know that I am the only one that I can depend on. And I know that now, and it’s good. It’s good that I know that. So… it’s good my mother is dead.
Housewardens, vice housewardens, Aduece duo, Yuu, and Grimm: *All shocked but try not to make any noise. They watch and see Y/n trail off trying to end the eulogy. They also feel upset that Y/n feels so alone and that they need to feel independent. Malleus feels the worst because he doesn't understand how Y/n feels.*
Y/n: *ends the eulogy and sighs, walking out of the room not wanting to face anyone*
Housewardens, vice housewardens, Aduece duo, Yuu, and Grimm: *Watches Y/n leave, unsure if they should follow or not.*
A/n: This is part my Bojack Horseman brainrot so I'm happy this is the first post! Hope it made you sad? idk it made me tear up a bit. This is part of the Free Churro monologue in the Bojack Horseman Episode Free Churro which is Episode 6 Season 5.
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[12:48 p.m.] The tension between you and Park Jongseong couldn’t have been cut even with the sharpest of knives.
It was a wonder how no one else was noticing the way he was staring at you. Sitting across from him at the table, you could practically feel his gaze drilling holes into your forehead. No matter how much you tried to ignore him and focus on the salad on your plate, you kept feeling like you were shrinking under his scrutiny.
You couldn’t really blame your friends for their lack of observation, though, since most of them were still hammered from your visit to the club the previous night.
God, you wanted to forget what went down yesterday so much. Horrible wasn’t even a good enough word to describe how terribly you’d messed up.
You did not regret kissing Jongseong, however, you did hate yourself for leaving him alone without any explanations right after. You could only imagine how confused he must have felt.
You knew your behaviour warranted an apology, but you couldn’t figure out how to approach him about it.
Did he even want to be approached? Did the kiss even mean anything to him? Would you only be making a fool out of yourself by saying sorry for something he didn’t even care about?
Your and Jongseong’s relationship had been strained ever since high school. Even now, you didn’t know the real reason behind your fallout. All you could remember was that one day, you suddenly began using your vulnerabilities as weapons against each other.
It was unclear who started it, but your loathing had graduated along with you and followed you into college. You supposed that somewhere along the way, the line between hatred and attraction had become very thin.
Sharing a heated kiss in that hallway had only erased it forever.
“You okay, Y/N?” Yeji asked, finally noticing how distant you were acting.
You stopped playing with your salad and gave your best friend a weak smile. “Just tired. I think I have to go to the restroom. Be right back.”
Getting up from your seat, you began walking away before she could offer to come with you.
You needed to be alone and far away from Jongseong.
Unfortunately, luck wasn’t on your side. The moment you entered the empty washroom, a pair of hands slammed your back into the wall, caging you.
“What the fuck are you doing?” you hissed.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Jongseong shot back, glaring down at you. His eyes were depthless pits of obsidian, and you were slightly intimidated by how angry he seemed. “We need to talk about last night.”
Refusing to avert your gaze, you said, “I was drunk—”
“Why did you leave me alone?”
Your mouth parted open in surprise. The last thing you’d expected him to ask you was that.
“I—” you began, trying to come up with an answer. “I freaked out. I’m sorry,” you added.
“Why’d you freak out?” Jongseong asked without skipping a beat. “I kissed you back.”
“I freaked out because you kissed me back,” you snapped. “Like I said, I was drunk. I thought you would have realised that and pushed me away.”
That was a huge lie. Since Yeji’s well-being had been your responsibility, you had stayed away from liquor. In hindsight, it hadn’t really stopped you from making bad decisions, though.
Jongseong chuckled bitterly. “Stop lying. I know what a drunk person smells like. Tastes like. You were clean and you consented.”
He was right. Kissing him had been something so unimaginable that he had pulled away immediately and demanded to know if you were drunk. The moment you had convinced him—with a lot of effort, no less—that you weren’t, he had captured your lips in a desperate haze.
“Do you really find me so repulsive?” he continued, taking a step away from you. Guilt clenched your heart upon seeing hurt flash across his face.
“No,” you said. “I don’t find you repulsive. I can’t stop thinking about you and it’s driving me fucking crazy.”
Jongseong’s eyes widened in surprise, his breathing becoming laboured. “Then why’d you suddenly leave?”
“Because I wasn’t supposed to kiss you!” you burst out. “I wasn’t supposed to let my goddamn emotions get the better of me! I wasn’t supposed to lose control! But I did, Jongseong, and when I realised, I fucking ran.”
For a few moments, he didn’t speak, the shock of your revelations rendering him speechless. He could only stare at you as he tried to process everything. And then,
“Are you losing control right now?”
That was all it took for you to snap once more. Grabbing the nape of his shirt, you smashed your lips against his.
Jongseong was quick to react. He snaked an arm around your waist and pulled you close, pushing the back of your neck with his hand to deepen the kiss.
Tilting your neck to the side to give him better access, you let your own hands travel to his hair and wove your fingers through the strands.
You opened your mouth for his tongue, but a knock cut you off. “Y/N?”
Shoving him away, you cleared your throat and hastily fixed your appearance. “Yeah, Yeji?”
“Everything okay in there?” her muffled voice filtered through the door. “You’ve been a while.”
“I’ll be outside in a minute. You can go back,” you said, meeting Jongseong’s gaze.
Yeji seemed to hesitate, but then you heard her shuffle away. “Okay.”
Once the sound of her footsteps had completely faded, you turned to face Jongseong.
“Later?” he spoke before you could, annoyance evident in his voice. You couldn’t even blame him for being pissed at being interrupted—you pretty much shared the same sentiment.
You nodded, already moving towards the door. “Text me.”
That was the second time you left Park Jongseong behind. He wasn’t worried, though, because this time you had promised to return.
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airport crush; c. yj
!non idol au!
• pairing: yeonjun x female reader
• summary: you see a guy in the airport waiting for his flight and you make it a mission to get his number before he gets on board, embarrassing yourself in the process.
• warning: swearing & yeonjun teasing
you’ve had quite the morning, waking up at 6am for your 11am flight. you’re still groggy, iced coffee in hand with your suitcase in the other.
nothing can make this morning better— that’s until you see a guy waiting for his flight alone, sitting on an empty row of seats.
your eyes basically pop out of your eye sockets at the sight, stopping dead in your tracks.
though you can’t see his appearance clearly, you can tell the guy’s tall by the way his legs are stretched out infront of him, leaning against the chair with his phone in hand.
he’s wearing a red zip up, layered on top of a black shirt paired with grey sweats that seem to appeal to you in a way it never had.
he seems preoccupied with grey headphones over his ears— but that doesn’t matter to you, not at all.
you hug your iced drink and grab your phone, immediately calling your sister who you had just said goodbye to for your vacation.
she picks up almost instantly, maybe worried that something had gone wrong only to hear you fangirl over some stranger.
“bro i’m at the airport and there’s this fine ass guy. should i talk to him?.. i want him so bad. brooo i want him so bad oh my gosh..” you start to ramble, tearing your gaze away to stare at your shoes.
“y/n.. seriously?..” you hear her sigh, “rate this guy out of a 10.”
“bro he’s a fucking 11. he’s so fine bruh oh my gosh.. he’s got fine ass headphones on..” you bite on your nails, giggling— practically flushing red over this stranger.
“honestly if he’s that fine.. get his number..”
“how?” you pout.
“just ask him what he’s listening to. then pretend you like the artist and ask for his number.”
“no that’s too straightforward.”
“tell him he’s cute.”
“no that’s worse!”
“figure it out. BYE!”
you stare dumbfounded, angrily texting your sister curses before you turn your phone off, shoving it into your pocket.
without a plan, you started to walk towards him, deciding you’d just go with the flow spontaneously.
nervously, you sat next to him, tapping on his shoulder immediately so you wouldn’t look like a weirdo sitting beside a stranger when there were many empty seats nearby.
he turned to you, confused but still taking his headphones off, letting it hug his neck, “yes?..”
now infront of him— now that you could see his face. all you could feel was regret.
he was much finer than you thought he’d be..
you blinked, caught off guard, feeling your heart thumping out of your chest, “h..hi?..”
you mentally cursed at your own words— trying to calm yourself down by telling yourself you didn’t expect him to be so hot— or his voice to be so attractive.
unfortunately, his presence alone was intense and intimidating, already having you look more nervous than you had ever imagined you could be.
“hi?..” he tilted his head to the side.
“.. how’s your day?..”
fuck.
fuck..
“… good?…” he blinked, even more confused than he had already projected.
“.. that’s good.”
“thank you..” he let out an airy laugh at your nervousness, definitely helping to sooth you just a little bit.
you sighed, shoulders slumping, “honestly.. i just wanted to get your number..” you admitted honestly, looking away to try and feel a little less intimidated.
“oh. sorry, i have a girlfriend. we’re actually getting married. she’s just in the washroom right now.”
your stomach dropped and your world practically crumbled in embarrassment. you felt your cheeks get even redder than before, eyes widening as you snapped your head at him in shock, “i’m so sorry! i didn’t know!”
you slapped your hand over your mouth, fully processing the information.
your stomach churned in raw embarrassment, standing up immediately to try and scramble away but he stopped your dead in your tracks, grabbing your wrist.
“im just joking!” he laughed at your reaction, even more when you slowly turned your head to look at him, jaw dropped to the floor.
now you were even more embarrassed— and even more desperate to leave, “my flights leaving in 2 minutes!” you lied in distress, pulling your hand away from his grasp to dash away.
and as you were halfway out of the lounge area, you stopped dead in your tracks once again— realizing your had left your suitcase behind.
you cursed, biting on your lip and shutting your eyes close in hopes that this would just be a dream.
snapping you out of the war going on in your head was the stranger, tapping on your shoulder to get your attention.
you slowly turned around, smiling awkwardly at him, “silly me! haha..” you grabbed your suitcase that was beside him, rolling it towards yourself.
he laughed, “don’t be so embarrassed. it’s all good.”
you basically melted seeing and hearing him laugh, mesmerized, you embarrassed yourself further more by just.. staring at him.
“stop staring. it’s making me shy.” he joked, a playful grin plastered on his face.
you somehow got even more embarrassed, now 100% sure your face was a crimson red with how warm you felt.
“can i have your number?” he smiled.
could this fine man really want your number? even though you were looking stupid with how red you were?..
nonetheless, you mumbled out a small, “yes..”
though all that embarrassment and regret floated away when you had made it to your lounge, seeing a notification from the stranger.
“that was cute lol”
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Him or me || JJ Maybank x female reader ||
OUTERBANKS S1-S2 SPOILERS!!
summary: with the family jj has, it’s caused him to have major trust issues, rightfully so. but the problem is it has started to get in the way of you two’s relationship. your ex-boyfriend rafe, committed a crime. murder. he immediately came to you after it happened. he was sobbing, choking on his own words, not able to come to his senses about what he had done. he was in shock. he explain how he had done it to protect his dad, you understood for a split second but nonetheless he was guilty. you knew he needed help, his dad had always had him in a choke hold, ready to do whatever he asked. and that was no good. you spent your days trying to convince rafe to turn himself in, and you almost had until he blamed john b and now had the pogues were after him. jj had notice your behavior, and as your boyfriend, was not only worried for your safety, but his. if rafe had gotten close to you again, he may have been able to manipulate you into leaving the pogues. manipulate you into leaving him.
warnings: arguing, cussing, crying, mention of murder, mental issues, drinking, angst to fluff
“Rafe!” You yelled, slamming his door open to see a pacing and sweating Rafe Cameron. “What the hell is wrong with you? Wrongfully accusing John B?! My friend?” You asked slamming the door behind you. He turned to you, eyes wide and bottom lip almost gnawed off from how much he was biting them. He quickly walked over to you, standing nervously in front of you. “Y/N please just listen to me-“
“No Rafe. I was going to help you! I was trying to at least. And yet you keep getting worse!”
“My dad asked me to! I had to!”
“See that’s the problem Rafe. You always listen to what daddy says. Is his approval so important to you that you quite literally would murder someone for him?”
“No? What? Y/N listen I-“
“Rafe i’m done listening. What happened to you?” You asked in disbelief as you crossed your arms. His eyes watered up but he wiped away the tears with the back of his hand. He looked at you with red eyes. “Please Y/N, your the only one I have. You can’t leave me.” He stuttered out, voice cracking.
“I don’t want to Rafe.” You breathed out. “But what you did was fucked Rafe.”
“I know Y/N and i’m so, so sorry. I just, I didn’t want to upset my dad. You know how he is, what he’d do to me.” You brought your fingers up to your forehead and pinched the bridge of your nose. “Jesus christ Rafe, you’ve gotten yourself in some deep shit.” He nodded, grabbing your shoulders to make you look at him. “I know Y/N I know, and i’m sorry. I’m sorry okay? I promise i’ll make it up to you. I just need time.”
“You need time? Yeah John B has murder charges and a money reward to whoever finds him but yet you need time?” You scoff with an irritated laugh. “Yes, I need time. I can get me and John B both out of this, I swear, I just need time to clear everything up. I can talk to my dad and we can figure something out. I promise Y/N. You know I wouldn’t have blamed him if I didn’t have an option.”
“Yes you would have, you hate the pogues.”
“Yes but I also know by blaming them it would hurt you because, oddly enough, their your friends. And I didn’t want to hurt you Y/N. I love you. And you know that.” He said, his eyes searching yours for a reaction. You gave him a cold, hard stare before finally letting out a sigh of disproval. Both in him, and what you were about to do. “Fine.”
“Fine?” He asked, eyebrows knitting with confusion. “Fine.” You say pulling him roughly into a hug. He shoved his face into your neck, holding you tightly around the shoulders. “I can’t lose you either Rafe. As much as I hate you right now. I still care about you.” You felt wet tears drip onto your shirt and you pulled back to wipe them off Rafes cheeks.
You gave him an stern stare, I’ll give you a week. A week. Nothing more nothing less.”
“Nothing less?”
“Take it or leave it.” You grimaced.
“I’ll take it.” He said desperately. You nodded. “Good. Now i’ve got to go talk to them and fill them in on everything.” You say turning to open his door again. You turn back and point at him. “Get your ass to work.” He nodded. “Yes ma’am.”
You pulled up to the chateau and saw everyone sitting on the couch on the porch talking, they all seemed frustrated. You walked up and all their eyes turned towards you. You noticed JJ wasn’t there. “Where’s JJ?” you asked confused on why he wasn’t with the rest of the group. They all looked at each other and Pope swallowed nervously. “He’s a bit upset right now. He said he wanted to be left alone.”
You furrowed your brows before sighing roughly. “I’ll go get him. Where is he? I have news for y’all.” John B nodded to the kitchen and you thanked him. You dropped your bag off in front of the door, slipping off your shoes and taking off your jacket. You walk through the house and into the kitchen and see JJ taking a sip of his beer and leaning against he fridge, eyes stuck on the cabinet in front of him. He didn’t hear you walking towards him, he was too deep into his thoughts.
You reached for his arm. “Hey baby-“ He flinched, causing you to pull back. He turned his head slightly to eye you, finely registering who it was, he faced you. “Sorry” you chuckled nervously. “Didn’t mean to scare you.” He nodded, leaning up off the fridge and walking to sit on the couch in the living room. You found it quite odd that he just ignored you. No kiss, no hug, no nothing. You turned around and began following him into the living room. You looked out the window and caught the other staring at you in anticipation.
When you looked at them Pope and John B immediately turned their heads away, gaining your suspicion. John B started whistling and Pope rested one of his arms on his neck awkwardly. You heard Kie and Sarah talk about taking a walk to the beach so they got up and left, Pope and John B went to sit on the boat and drink. You sighed and turned to face JJ who was now sitting on the couch, beer in one hand and phone in the other.
You moved to stand in front of him and crossed your arms. You waited for him to notice you, but he didn’t. You cleared your throat which earned you a slight glare from him. “Okay that’s it,” You huffed grabbing his phone and tossing it to the side on the couch. “What is your problem?” You asked impatiently. JJ crossed his arms, mimicking your position and scooted back, man spreading slightly.
“What’s my problem?” He asked. “What’s your problem Y/N?”
“My problem?” You scoffed. “You’re the one with a problem. You’ve either ignored me or given me attitude since I got here. What did I do?”
“Always something.” He mumbled under his breath, breaking eye contact. Ouch. “Always something?” You asked in partial shock and partial anger. You threw your hands up in defense. “You know what? I don’t have time for this. I’m leaving, text me when your ready to have a grown up conversation.” Just as you turned he said something that sparked your fume. It was something that made you just about blow.
“Yeah, go run back to Rafe.”
You immediately whipped around. “Excuse me?” You asked bewildered . “Oh don’t play dumb Y/N.” He huffed getting up to walk back into the kitchen, getting another beer. You followed him. “Now who’s walking away.” You mumble just below a whisper. He turned around. “I saw you. At Rafes house.”
“We’re you stalking me?”
“Yeah totally.” He rolled his eyes as he popped open another beer, tilting his head back to let the liquid fall down his throat. “Then what we’re you doing?”
“I was coming to pick you up so we could come back to the chateau and talk about what Rafe did. Or did you forget?”
“Obviously I didn’t.”
He laughed with anger. “Yeah obviously.” He shook his head but continued. “You weren’t home, so then I knee immediately you’d be with Rafe. Per usual. I pull up and through the window see you hugging that sick bastard. Really Y/N? That’s low, even for you.”
That hurt. It really did. JJ was genuinely upset with you this time.
“JJ you don’t understand-“
“No Y/N I understand perfectly.” He said throwing the empty glass bottle into the trash, the loud “clinking” sound making you tense. You look back him and your heart shattered into a million pieces seeing tears welling up in his beautiful blue eyes.
“I get it. You’re still in love with Rafe. So naturally your going to defend him. I just wished you would have told me, instead of making me believe that you loved-“
You grabbed his face roughly, tears in your own eyes. “JJ, shut the fuck up.” You demanded before roughly pulling his lips onto yours. JJ was still upset, but having your lips on his one last time, or so he thought, wouldn’t hurt. Both your eyes closed, and his hands immediately flew to your waist, holding on for dear life as if he were to let go you were going to melt away. You felt his tears drop against your own face, his teeth clashed against yours and he let out the smallest whine when you pulled back.
You looked deep into his eyes, frowning when he breaks eye contact to wipe his tears. “JJ look at me.” And so he did. “I just need you to listen okay? Please.” He nodded. You swallowed and began to speak. “I went to Rafes house to yell at him for accusing John B.” JJ’s face went pale, he must feel like an idiot. “I don’t blame you for getting mad though, I understand. Just talk to me text him, K?”
“I talked to him and he apologized and said he was going to fix it. He said he was going to find a way to get both John B and himself out of this.”
“I don’t believe him.” JJ immediately barked.
“I don’t either. But I gave him a week just to see if I could trust him. The hug was to throw him off. But JJ, this is really important so pay attention.” You say once against taking his hand in yours.
“I do love Rafe. It’s not something that’ll just go away. I care about him; as a friend, as an ex and as en enemy. I’ll always have a special place in my heart for him. But i’m not in love with him.”
You see a spark of hope in JJ’s eyes that makes you want to smile. “I’m in love with you, JJ. I have been ever since I first met you. Literally. I could not stop talking about you.” This made JJ smile, so you smiled as well. “I’ll love you, and I always will love you.”
“I’ll always love you too Y/N.”
You leaned in, about to kiss him when you hear footsteps sprinting inside. You turn to see Pope and John B. “We’ve got to go! The cops are here!”
“Shit.”
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