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healingagoddess · 1 year

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Is this forever? (Run part 3)

Request(?: @the-camiluchaa said “Great writing! Do you think is gonna be part 3? I would love that, full of action😍“ and I miss Ajak, so of course I did!

Note: I had written this and had more action in it! I was so inspired and then it got deleted!! I don't know how it happened, but it just didn't save after I saved it! So, here's a quick chapter i came up with just right now. I felt really bad after it did not save, that i just wanted to post something tonight since I had planned to do so. T-T

Warnings: English is not my first language.

Pairing: Ajak/F!Reader

Tags: @fivemillioneyes <3

Part 1 Part 2

The ambiance upon arriving to the Peruvian Amazonia in your search for Druig was heavy. You kept close to Ajak, avoiding Ikaris as much as you could. Sersi tried to keep her distance and remain composed around him. She was doing amazing and you were so proud of her. On the other side, Kingo and Sprite had been at it for hours. You had forgotten how much Kingo liked to tease everybody, and it was getting to Sprite leaving her in a moody state. It was better to keep close to Ajak, who was looking after Thena along with Gilgamesh.

It was strange to see a village stuck in time, clearly under the influence of Druig. It didn’t take long to find him. And the awkward silence of the first two minutes in that chapel felt like an eternity. Until he spoke, and then Ajak revealed everything. He took it far better than you did, but it was going to take some time to convince him to join you.

“I’m not going to say anything other than I knew you were wrong.” Druig states directly to Ajak.

Ikaris gets up and gets on Druig’s face

“You have no idea what you are talking about.”

“You always wanted to be mother’s favorite. Yet, it seems she has chosen someone else.” Druig nods towards you.

You close your eyes in annoyance, but say nothing to avoid upsetting Ajak some more. If only Druig knew the whole truth, if only everyone else did like Sprite and Sersi do. Ajak was still protecting Ikaris.

You disperse to cool off after Druig, Kingo, Ikaris and Ajak got into a heavy discussion that had nothing to do with Tiamut.

“Do you think he can do it?” you ask.

Both you and Ajak were sitting against a tree not far from Gil and Thena.

“I believe his power is strong enough to put Tiamut to sleep.”

“What happens if he can’t do it?”

“He will. I think he-”

A distant screech cuts her off, and you both immediately stand to your feet. You look at each other for a moment focusing all your senses on the distant sounds. Suddenly, you watch Ikaris being dragged by a deviant and your fighting mode activates as you begin to duplicate.

“Go with Thena!”

You shout before both you and Gilgamesh go to Ikaris aid.

You slam against the deviant and send it a few meters far away from all of you. You try to go again with a kick, but the deviant senses your cosmic energy and charges back to Gilgamesh and Ikaris. You and your replicas end up colliding into thin air. You are quick to respond and charge back to help them both, but Gilgamesh intends to take the deviant himself in a one on one match. You try to help, but soon are distracted by Ajak’s voice.

“Thena… remember who you are.”

You hear her soothing voice and turn to find her with her hands up in the air channeling cosmic energy. Similar to the lights forming on Thena’s face. You worry as you send your replicas after the deviant, and making your way back to Ajak. It is difficult to control both your main power and your focus on helping Ajak. You can feel it wavering as you get closer to her, slowly as to not scare Thena.

“Ikaris…” you say never looking away from both Ajak and Thena. “Help Gilgamesh.”

You see him debating for a moment and you start to lose patience.

“Go with Gilgamesh.”

You repeat yourself noting how Thena is struggling against her illness.

“I follow no orders from you.”

He says before getting in the middle of Ajak and Thena, finally getting her to act out and lose herself. They start fighting each other as Ikaris tries to stop Thena, and she tries to murder him. You feel your cosmic energy expand out your body as your replicas disperse into two directions: to help Gil and to help Ajak as you try to keep both Ikaris and Thena to stay alive as well. And it is chaos.

Your head feels like breaking into three different sections, and you are everywhere at once trying to make sense of every situation. You notice that at least five replicas are helping Gil, and three are taking Ajak further into the forest hiding from the spot that has now turned into a battle camp. You mediate between Ikaris and Thena. Suddenly, he hears something and takes off. Leaving you now with the death stare from Thena. And she comes at you at full speed with sword in hand. You have no time to think and your replicas come back to you as you try to keep Thena from hurting you and hurting herself. You barely make it the first time, but the second time she gets you with her sword piercing your stomach. And you feel the air leaving your body as the thrill sends a shiver all over your body. Pain and panic take over as you try to stay focused everywhere.

You prepare to die as Thena dematerializes her sword, expecting her to summon something bigger to end you. It never comes, instead she stands there blinking several times trying to remember something as she stares at something behind you. And in a matter of seconds she turns around with tears in her eyes, lights still forming in her eyes. Then, you see Gilgamesh being held by the deviant as it drains his cosmic energy. You try to rush to his aid, but stumble on your feet before a single replica takes after him. But it’s too late, and you watch as Thena kneels in front of Gil. In a matter of seconds, everything turns black.

_ ✽ _

The first thing you notice upon waking up is how humid your surroundings feel. Your senses spread to the rest of your body as cosmic energy still lingers there. Ajak is holding you, her face is stained with tears, and you can feel them on your face as well. She is not looking at you, instead, her broken gaze lies elsewhere. Sitting up the first thing you notice is a platinum shape; it is Thena. You get up immediately, as you remember the final encounter with the deviant. Thena sobs on the ground with her forehead pressed against Gil’s, and you confirm that he has in fact passed. No. He was murdered. Looking around you take notice of everyone else's presence with the exception of Druig. Your eyes search for that one eternal in the crowd, and when you find him a fire is set ablaze within your core. A new found rage fills your soul, and you march towards Ikaris before slamming him into a tree. This catches Thena’s attention.

“Y/N! Don’t!” Ajak rushes in your direction with pleading eyes.

“This is all your fault!” You yell out as you place your hands on his shoulder with a tight grip keeping him from escaping.

“I was just trying to help everyone else.” The words slide out his mouth with bitterness.

“No. You know what you did. It is your fault that that deviant got what it wanted.” Your furious eyes look into his icy cold ones. “Why don’t you tell them the truth?” You whisper the last part.

Ajak looks away as Sersi steps closer with tears forming in her eyes. Nobody else knows the truth other than Sersi and Sprite.

“Tell them… tell them how you tried to kill her!” The sound of your voice pierces through the forest like a thunder. “Tell them how you took Ajak to that lake with your big lies only to try to get her killed by the same deviants. How you planned for us… for ME to find her body there. All because she changed her mind about this mission.” You press him harder against the tree.

Nobody talks for a moment, but you notice everyone has gathered around keeping some distance from the both of you.

“Is this true?” Kingo asks.

Ikaris remains in silence giving the confirmation that Kingo needs.

“You don’t do that.” He says in all seriousness. “You don’t do that to family. Even if we don’t agree with their newfound plans or beliefs, we don’t harm our family.”

“He plans to get rid of everyone that comes between Arishem and his mission. He is just waiting for the right moment. And Gilgamesh was the first to pay for this.”

As you say the last part Thena gets up summoning her weapon. Ikaris pushes you away with force before taking flight. And you swear that for a moment you saw his beams forming in his eyes.

“Coward!” Thena yells out after him.

“Wait! Take me with you!” Sprite says before materializing into an illusion of hundreds of bees as they both escape.

“They’ll come back.” Thena states.

“And when they do.” You reply.

“We’ll be waiting.” She finishes.

You go towards Ajak, who in the middle of the argument left to kneel beside Gilgamesh. Thena returns as well, and they both weep for him. The others remain talking about Sprite’s sudden betrayal. Your arms come to wrap around Ajak from behind as you place your head on her back offering support. She turns in your embrace and cries into your arms as you rock her gently in soothing and consoling motions. The sight is heartbreaking and as soon as Druig shows up a funeral is prepared.

_ ✽ _

Nobody sleeps that night as thousands of questions and thoughts from the events of the day swirl in their minds. Somewhere during the night, you find Ajak staring at the ceiling wide awake, unable to sleep just like you.

“Have you spoken to Arishem?” You ask softly.

Ajak turns to look at you slightly taken aback. “No.”

You keep staring at her waiting for an explanation.

“Every time he just informs me when the emergence will occur… and there is nothing else he needs from me. My deed is done… and that’s it.” She says lost in thought.

“Have we ever been like this?” You finally ask. “In our past lives?”

She looks at you for a moment choosing her words carefully. “No. This is the first time I experience this.”

For some reason you don’t feel sad about your past life knowing you didn’t have to suffer for Ajak at the end of times.

“But,” she continues “You are new to my missions.” She manages a gentle smile.

And you can see how she tries to smile through her tired eyes as well before you fully digest the new information.

“Wait… do you mean what I think you mean?”

Ajak nods. “This is the first time we met… so, it’s really nice to meet you.”

Tears cloud your eyes at the realization of how much Ajak has changed thanks to you.

“What was it like for you?”

“It was different… from all the times I had done this. Some come and go, and that’s alright. But you have a passion that is so unlike everyone else’s.” She makes sure to stare deep into your eyes. “I told you this before; you make your own rules. And also,” she pauses to give you a flirty look. “You are the first one to look at me like this.”

You chuckle before getting closer to kiss her lips.

“Do you think this is our last night like this?” You ask her.

“No, I know it’s not. I have faith in Druig.”

“And then what will happen?”

“And then… we wait.”

“For what?”

“Arishem.”

“Do you have any idea-”

“We’ll sort this out. And we’ll warn everyone else in this whole universe.”

And you take her word seriously putting all your trust in her, so you nod once and kiss her sweetly before trying to rest.

_ ✽ _

As promised, during the emergence Ikaris and Sprite show up. You duplicate as soon as you see him, you launch at him with your replicas surrounding him and taking turns in puching him around. The look in his face when he corned Ajak in that cliff, her face at the realization of what was happening, Sersi's tears for him, Druig's and Gilgamesh's death, all of that is coming back to you. The pain he has caused you and your family is all coming out at this moment in the form of revenge.

After he takes down the domo, and Thena joins in the fight. You are sure that you will get him this time, at least the satisfaction of seeing him in this position is almost enough. You want more, and so does Thena as she goes for the last deviant. You have no idea how many times all of you have taken Ikaris down only for him to get back up and attack you. Ajak has been holding on her own very well, with Phasto's techonology you've been able to fight beside her. But the fear you feel as Ikaris goes after Sersi is huge, some part of you knows that he is incapable of hurting her. And it is confirmed when she completes the final puzzle and is able to continue with your plan; killing Tiamut with her bare hands and your power convined.

The glorious victory against them only makes the promise of being with Ajak forever more real and emotional. You embrace her as soon as Tiamut remains frozen in time. Your lips reach for each other and seal your forever with a passionate kiss in the presence of the celestial as you still feel its power connected to you. It feels like nothing but pure bliss, you have not just gained your ever after with Ajak, but you have saved this world and all its wonders. You celebrate your victory with the love of your life and your family. And soon you find yourself in another adventure with Ajak as both of you leave to explore the universe in search of others.

“Will you miss this world?” You ask before you leave the planet Earth’s atmosphere.

“No, I have everything I need here with me.” She smiles as she pulls you close.

“I feel the same way.” You grin with your eyes. “I’d follow you ‘til the end. Whenever that is.”

#ajak x reader #ajak #ajak fanfic #hgrequest

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leviiattacks · 3 years

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CASHIER LEVI AND LIKE THE READER IS THE CUSTOMER AND IT’S LIKE THEY HAVE A CRUSH ON EACHTOHER

author note :: honestly not my best at all..... like at all..... this was actually pretty good but the entire draft got deleted and i just lost all my effort but i felt bad for starting it and not completing it for anon so you may take whatever i have managed to salvage. i hope u enjoy it :’( i am extremely sick rn and yeah writing is the only break i am currently getting from anything :-) SO AGAIN I’ M SORRY ANON..... i may write a 10k + word fic on this though so i can redeem myself bc this is just disappointing 😭

word count :: 3.3k

every single thursday you stop by ackermart. maybe it’s because the day is convenient for you or perhaps it’s because of a certain cashier that works the evenings...

HAHA it’s got nothing to do with a cashier why would it have anything to do with a cashier? :-)

today is like any other. you walk through the fresh produce aisle then proceed to make your way towards the bakery section picking up a loaf of bread

it’s stupid, you know it is but... you think you’ve worked up enough courage to speak to him today!!

and who is him you may ask?

levi at till number four. his tired eyes always happen to pierce into yours and his calloused thumbs brush past your skin when you hand him your rewards card

levi is what his bright red name tag says and although he doesn’t look like a levi you’d like to think your crush isn’t stealing someone’s identity so you believe that it’s his real name

anxiously fiddling with your basket you’re beginning to think this was a horrible idea

the girl ahead of you is flirting up a storm with him and although he’s not reciprocating it by any means you still feel deterred

levi bags the last of her groceries and looks up at her when she asks for a way to contact him. he doesn’t look mad... just bored?

“ma’am. this is an ackermart i don’t think it’s appropriate you ask me for my number. the customer service line is listed on our website.”

the woman raises a brow looking completely flabbergasted. okay, if everything before this wasn’t a warning THIS sure was

she stomps off when she realises levi isn’t kidding and you think you’d feel bad for her maybe if she was more respectful about it

“next customer.” levi calls over his shoulder and you shuffle forward pretending to be engrossed in your phone

“cash or card?” he asks plainly.

you hear the BEEP of your groceries being scanned and think on it for a while before replying with “cash”

you’re clearly pretty good at your pretend to be totally into your phone act because levi tries to get your attention but you don’t hear what he has to say till the third time he repeats himself

but even then you’re still unsure what it is he’s said????

looking down you see his hand is stuck out in front of you and now you’re even more confused

faltering for a second you look at his palm and then speak

“um, i guess your hand is nice? it’s pretty big compared to the rest of you actually.”

“i was asking for your cash?” he says and now you look at his palms in mortification

gasping you yANK your hand into your purse as you laugh awkwardly fishing around to find your money

“oh, OH i knew that. just kidding!! i mean- i meant that thing about your hand?? but i thought it was- i funny? yes the joke funny? i’m-”

he leans back into his spinning chair and sighs contently. “you’re not making much sense peaches.”

“pe- peaches??” you repeat. no way you’ve heard that correct

levi lazily points at the abundance of the aforementioned fruit in your grocery bags

“you must love em.”

“i, well yeah i do like peaches but i also like...” um??? what food would make you look sophisticated and professional?

OH YEAH

“FRENCH CUISINE :-)!!!!” you say rather proudly

“...cool. i guess.” levi hands you your grocery bag which is basically an invitation asking for you to get out

he doesn’t seem mad but he’s definitely going to look back at this encounter and laugh his ass off at how stupid you are

hanging your head down low in embarrassment you make your way out towards your car

there’s always next time!! maybe you can practice in the mirror yeah that does sound like it would help!!!

okay so.

it is officially next time.

actually you never got the opportunity to practice in front of the mirror because you chickened out of looking like an idiot even if it was in the privacy of your own home

but!!! you did try to practice some cool pick up lines because who doesn’t like a good pickup line or two??

the two mini milk cartons in your hand and the pack of doughnuts you have tucked under your arm aren’t too heavy so you aren’t too worried about having to wait in the line

for some reason the guy in front of you keeps turning around and glancing at you as if you don’t even exist

you are not casper the ghost

also casper is a little boy and you definitely aren’t a little boy

finally after a good five minutes the man ahead of you is having his stuff scanned but he’s STILL doing it. even levi notices and gives him an odd look which borders annoyance and anger.

“can i pay for your groceries? maybe walk you to your car?” the stranger asks suddenly

so that’s what this is, he’s simply taken an interest in you

my god this is new but it is uncomfortable and you’d rather say no

“oh, i actually walked here and no thanks i can pay for my own. enjoy the rest of your day!!” you hope your white lie is enough to fool the man but instead of agreeing as any other person would he looks majorly deceived

“i saw you in the parking lot.” ok this is getting a bit too uncomfortable for your liking

“c’mon i’m offering to buy your shit too?”

his voice is raising and you’re not sure what exactly you can do but thankfully for you the manager steps in and takes him away before any more threats can be made

the man had taken up so much of your attention you almost forgot levi was even there until you turned back around

“do you want a member of staff to accompany you to your car? it’s getting dark out.” levi’s comment helps ease your nerves and you try to laugh off what just happened

“i’m good :-)” you say shaking a little. you’re unsure if it’s the cold or the fact you still haven’t completely calmed down

“you sure peaches?”

“i haven’t bought any peaches this time.”

“you’re still peaches to me.” your cheeks flush at his confidence

wait, maybe this is your chance. you’re the last person in his line and they’re closing up for the day so...

“could you walk me to my car?”

and to your surprise even before you can take back what you’ve said levi agrees

it stays like that for a while.

every thursday levi walks you to your car by the end of his shift, all the while the two of you exchange a few words together

like last week you asked him what his favourite colour was (he said purple) you’ve learnt about his hobbies (he’s a decent cook), you’ve even found out about some of his own personal problems. he had mentioned suffering with insomnia in passing.

to be honest each and every time he walks you to your car he has to notice that you begin to park further and further away from the front entrance. but if he does notice he doesn’t say a word about it

“is that all you’re checking out?” you ask with a cheeky grin plastered across your face

looking down at your new dress your lopsided grin is far from fading away any time soon. you especially picked this one out after asking levi what his favourite colour was last week

god. this is so embarrassing but never actually have you had a crush this huge

levi who’s sat behind the counter shoots you a look which almost seems to be on the verge of uninterested. he isn’t entertaining this at all or this is just his typical bored face, you can’t really tell

BUT..... you still have a huge crush on him and you aren’t one to give up this easily

for the record you don’t harass him or anything, just the occasional hint is thrown around but he’s either really dense or doesn’t care

his expression does you no favours, you can’t tell what he’s thinking half the time

“you’re always buying energy drinks... might want to cut down on those they’re no good for you.”

warmth blooms in your chest. he’s just saying it to make small talk but the fact he even thinks to bring that up has your heart fluttering

“i- well- yeah i will!! just have a few overdue essays to get over with :-)” twiddling your thumbs together you think that makes your nerves too obvious so you begin to scratch at the back of your neck

if anything is a dead give away it’s your constant neck scratching, thankfully levi hasn’t picked up on it

“so you wore purple today?” his eyes linger on the thin straps of your dress and you feel the goosebumps rise up onto your skin immediately

“oh yeahhhh-”

“did i tell you yellow was my favourite colour last week?” he asks holding up a neon yellow pack of crisps and for the first time you see him smile

he looks so ?!|>\€|^ pretty ?!/)/&

wait?? yellow??

“didn’t you say purple?”

“no?” he crosses his arms playfully over his chest thinking for a bit

“maybe i did but no it’s really yellow.” he says as he hands you your bag

nodding your head you smile “yeahhhh sure it is.”

damn, now you’re going to have to find a yellow dress just to make him revert back to purple because who even likes yellow?? that’s a deal breaker right there??

update

it’s been two weeks!!

and a yellow dress has been found and secured B-)

it’s been a pretty rough day at work and you need to desperately collect a pack of green tea and get going

you don’t know when exactly being a secretary meant you had to babysit your boss’ children but that’s what the last week has entailed

being made to work overtime to this extent has had an effect on you and you’re ready to head home as soon as you swing by ackermart

not seeing levi for a week made you a little :-( because to be honest he’s the highlight of your thursday evening BUT!! you’ll be able to see him today at least

walking in through the entrance you’re met with connie smiling right at you, he holds the door open for you and smile back greeting him

“so you didn’t come last week...?”

it’s weird for him to ask that, after all you don’t really speak to anyone here apart from levi, you’re surprised you’re enough of a regular to be known by name

“oh i didn’t think anyone would notice? but yeah i had to work overtime you know what boss’ are like.” groaning you crouch down and look at the pot noodles on display

“i didn’t notice it. boss man did.”

“boss man?” you ask feeling out of loop

“levi.” connie answers as he hops into the backroom

????

isn’t he just a cashier??

“you still look confused.” connie remarks as he heads back out with a cardboard box full of pringle’s tubes

“levi’s the boss man, this is his store. he literally only ever mans the cash register on thursday evening because of you.”

at that you start laughing because it makes no sense at all to you

there’s no way connie is being serious

“good one.” you say as you stand up with a chicken flavored noodle in your hand

“i’m not kidding?”

turning around you give him a skeptical look

he sighs and shakes his head.

“listen. me and the part timers are tired of making bets on when he’ll give you his number and i bet that it would happen today so if you could confess to each other that would be perfect!!!”

“who said i like-”

“anyone with a brain can tell you both like each other.” he’s rolled his eyes so far into the back of his head you begin to take him a little more seriously now

“i... did i make it that obvious??” you’re directly facing him trying to get out as much information as you can

“yeah. very. at least levi wasn’t as bold.”

“i think you’ve got the wrong end of the stick he definitely doesn’t like me.”

connie gives you an “are you fucking with me?” look and you look away trying to distract yourself with the the canned goods lining the shelves

“he was worried sick when you didn’t come in for the entire week. he even asked me if he scared you away.”

“maybe i’m just his favourite customer?”

“favourite customer my ass he has a crush on YOU. confess.”

playing around with the ends of your sleeves connie sees he’s fighting a losing battle unless he gives you definitive solid proof

“please... i’ll get free barbecue if i win the bet and i’m kinda broke rn :-(” okay, you do want connie to eat well and be treated and maybe this is a good thing. if levi doesn’t like you then you can move on!!

“i’ll think about it.”

before connie can continue talking you make a beeline towards the tea aisle whilst throwing a “see you next time!” over your shoulder.

by the time you’ve gathered all of your groceries your basket is full to the brim. you’ve been lingering as much as you can out of fear but you think you’ve collected just enough courage to ask for his number

looking at the cash register levi is sat there and your shoulders slump. he’s probably going to say no and you’re going to look like a huge loser.

right as you’re about to take a step towards him levi finally spots you and gives you one look before standing up from his seat

“hi!” you wave at him

“...hey!” he smiles wide but he bites it back pretending it was never there in the first place

placing your basket in front of him he eyes what you’ve got

“hm... lots of peaches as per usual peaches.” the nickname that rolls of his tongue makes you tremble a little. will he call you that after you fuck everything up with this stupid confession?

his tongue pokes at the inside of his cheek when he gets to the heart shaped box of chocolates

“a gift for a friend? didn’t know you had those?” he teases as he scans the barcode

“gift for a crush!” you reply back enthusiastically as you dig through your wallet looking for your card

levi doesn’t respond for a few seconds and an awkward silence fills the air. you glance up to see him looking at you open mouthed in shock

“good luck.” he murmurs under his breath he’s not even returning your gaze at this point and is hurriedly scanning through your barcodes

“you okay?” you ask worrying about his mood

“yeah, yeah. great.” he’s quieter than usual.

the rest of your encounter is the same, levi silently bags your groceries and you can’t tell if this is a good or bad response.

just as he’s about to place the heart shaped box into your plastic bag you lunge forward holding his wrist to stop him

“no i don’t need those.”

he cocks his eyebrow upwards trying to analyse your expression and gain an understanding of your thoughts

“don’t tell me you’re chickening out. whoever it is will say yes.” he scoffs as he places the chocolates into the bag handing them over to you with a warm smile

there it is again. the fear returns and you swipe your tongue over your slightly dry lips.

no way.

is he telling you to confess to someone now? so he must not like you?

taking the bag away from him you scratch your neck out of habit and huff feeling frustrated

“he keeps giving me mixed signals.” you say hoping he catches your drift

“give him the chocolates and let him put two and two together. don’t even say anything.” his advice would be great if he weren’t the guy you were trying to confess to in real time

nodding you reach into the bag and bring the box back out before gently placing it in front of levi

“are you serious?” he asks and your face drops seeing the possible displeasure in his eyes

great, connie and the part timers just over analysed he doesn’t like you, obviously he doesn’t like you, why would he like you?

without looking back you hurry out, the embarrassment is eating you away now and the thought of ever returning to ackermart isn’t even feasible in your mind

at this point you may as well change your name, identity, dye your hair, have a few children and wear sunglasses the next time you come back so you look like a soccer mum and not the foolish y/n who thought they had a chance with their cute CASHIER???

god, you probably look like a creep

the sound of footsteps can be heard behind you and labored breaths follow before levi calls out for you

“please wait up.” he grumbles. slowing down your pace you let him catch up to you. he grabs at your wrist and sighs in relief

turning you see him savour the air

is this the part where he confesses he likes you too or—

“your receipt you forgot it.” he gasps as he opens your hand for you and places it into your palm

oh.

fingers clasping shut onto the paper you feel the humiliation seep into your pores

this.

is.

the.

worst.

moment.

of.

your.

life.

“open it.” he offer you a boyish smile and your nerves don’t let you find comfort in it

you grimace as you fold it open, you’re imagining he’s charged you an extra £100 for having unwanted feelings for him and if that’s the case you’ll die on the spot

but instead your eyes light up in joy. you’re pleasantly surprised

...

inside of the receipt is his phone number haphazardly sprawled across in black biro - you even double check by comparing it to the number for the customer service helpline

hello??

HELLO.?.!/)£ HIS NUMBER???

“if you just wanted to return the chocolate this is embarrassing.” he’s the one who’s now scratching at his neck and you find that he’s endearing this way

the streetlight from above illuminates him, the shadows cast over his face and his brows aren’t furrowed as they usually are

you open your mouth to reply but connie cuts you off unintentionally. he can be heard YELLING into his phone ecstatic that his plan has worked out

“I WIN!!! HA BBQ’S ON YOU JEAN!! MUST SUCK TO BE YOU.”

you and levi look at each other and laugh, reassuring the other of what has just happened.

well...

you guess this is the start of something new? maybe??

:-)

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chloelucia13 · 3 years

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It’s Nice to Have a Friend

Pairing: Steve Harrington x platonic!Henderson!reader, Jonathan Byers x reader (mentioned)

Prompt: After Jonathan had abandoned you so he could go god-knows-where with Nancy, you found comfort in the boy who had also been ditched and a beautiful friendship began to bloom.

Warnings: this is some nice comforting fluff, maybe a tiny bit of angst, some language, pretty chill

A/N: So this is a sort of deleted scene that I couldn’t fit into the Stranger Things rewrite, but I felt like it was still important to the character development with the reader and Steve, so I’m deciding to post it separately. You don’t need to read the whole rewrite in order to understand the plot (it’s based in season 2, so if you haven’t watched it then there will be some spoilers), but I would appreciate it a lot if you did read my rewrite! As always, requests and tag lists and my inbox are all open!

“Y/N, hey!” a voice shouted to your right, prompting you to turn your head and look at who was speaking.

Steve rushed over to you, his backpack hanging on one shoulder and a couple of crinkled papers held in his hand.

You furrowed your brows slightly in confusion, stopping at the side of the hallway and waiting for him to catch up. “Hey, Steve,” you drawled out, slightly confused by his presence.

Steve had sat at the bleachers with you that day after both of you had been ditched. Steve was ditched by Nancy and you by Jonathan, both of whom were now attached at the hip.

It was nice to talk to Steve about everything that was going on and, frankly, it was nice just to have someone there. You two seemed to have more in common than you once thought, and though some of that common ground was the fact that you both were abandoned by the person you loved, it was still something.

However, you thought that lunch was it. It was surprising that Steve Harrington, the former King of Hawkins himself, wanted to spend time with you.

"What’s your next class?” he asked, nervously shifting from one foot to the next.

“It’s, uh, English. Why?” You tugged on the strap of your backpack.

“I was wondering if you maybe wanted to help me with something?”

A look of hesitation washed across your face for a moment. “I don’t know, Steve. I really can’t miss class-”

“Please? I just need help on this essay for my college applications and I have no one else woh can help me. I just... Please?”

You let out a sigh, glancing around as you mulled it over in your mind. “I... I guess. Should we just go to the library and rent out a study room?”

He let out a sigh of relief, all of the tension leaving his shoulders. “Thank you so much. And I already did.”

“Oh, so you were planning on me saying yes?” You squinted at him and tilted your head.

Panic crossed over his features. “No-no, I didn’t mean it like that-”

“Steve, I’m kidding. Chill out.”

He let out a chuckle, nodding as the two of you began to walk to the library. His actions were clearly fueled by anxiety, with his shifting gaze and his hands constantly going in and out of his pockets.

“Why are you so nervous around me?” you asked, glancing up at him as the two of you stepped through the entryway to the library.

“What do you mean?” he scoffed. “I’m not nervous.”

You arched an eyebrow at his response, falling behind his step so he could lead you to the study room he reserved. “You’re fidgeting and you won’t look me in the eye. You weren’t acting like this earlier at lunch.”

He pushed the door open and waited for you to step inside before he also entered the room, closing the door behind him. A small sigh left his lips as he set the papers down on the table. “I don’t know, maybe... I guess I’m just not used to spending time with anyone other than Nancy. Especially when other people see me.”

You gave him a sympathetic look and nodded, sitting down at one of the chairs and taking the papers in your hand. “Well, there’s no need to be nervous around me. You know that. I’m not exactly some cool person that you have to act perfect around.”

Once again, he scoffed. “You are a cool person.”

You let out a laugh, shaking your head as you searched in your bag for a pen. “Come on, Steve. I’m already helping you with your essay, you don’t need to butter me up.”

He sat in the chair next to you. “But you are cool. You don’t give a fuck what people think about you, and I think that’s pretty damn cool.”

You sighed, beginning to scribble a few notes on the paper. “If only you knew, Steve.”

“What do you mean?”

“God, I care so much about what people think about me all the time. It’s exhausting.”

He was silent for a moment, watching you mark the paper as he thought. “Do you care about what other people think about you, or do you care what Jonathan thinks about you?”

You were about to argue with him, but once you realized that he was right, your mouth shut. Instead, you lifted your pen from the paper. “Did someone else edit this already? There’s pen all over it.”

He stiffened awkwardly in his chair, his lips pursing into a fine line. “Nancy was, uh... She was helping me out with it. Until, ya know, everything happened.”

You nodded slowly, slipping the cap on the pen before setting it down on the table. “But why are you having me check the draft that Nancy already checked?”

He let out a sigh, a hand combing through his hair as he stared at all of the markings on the paper. “I think Nancy wasn’t being honest with me about it. I thought that you would be more blunt about what you think about it.”

You searched his expression, leaning back in your chair and taking the papers in your hands. “You want me to be honest about it?”

He gave you a nod. “Please.”

A heavy breath fell past your lips. “Steve, it’s awful.”

His eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Geez, at least sugarcoat it a little!”

“You told me you wanted me to be honest!”

His mouth opened so he could retaliate, but no words came out. Instead, he huffed and crossed his arms over his chest. “What-What’s wrong with it?”

“It... It just seems very disingenuous. Shallow.”

“What’s shallow about it?”

“You wrote about a basketball game for one of your biggest struggles that you’ve overcome.”

“And then I said it was like how my Grandpa fought in the war! That’s genuine and powerful!”

You stared at him for a moment, completely at a loss for words. “At least you’re pretty, Steve.”

“Okay, fine. What should I have done instead?”

“Steve, we’ve fought literal monsters. There has to be more to talk about than a basketball game.”

“But I can’t write about that. Can you imagine how crazy they’ll think I am?”

“That’s just an example. We’ve gone through a lot this past year. There has to be something from that time that you can write about.”

He nodded, silently thinking over what had happened in the past 12 months. “Do you think that leaving your bad friends and becoming a better person is a good example of overcoming a struggle?”

You gave him a kind smile. “Absolutely.” You crumpled up the papers you had in your hands and tossed them in the trash can before pulling out a few clean pieces of looseleaf paper and sliding them over to him. “Let’s get an outline going. What made you realize that you should change?”

He thought for a moment, a sad look settling on his features. “Last year. I uh... I did something really mean to Nancy.”

Your head tilted in confusion. “What do you mean? What happened?”

He leaned back in his chair, his eyes flashing from left to right as if he was reading from a script, when in reality he was trying to find the right words to say. “After Nancy had ditched me for Jonathan, Tommy and Carol thought that it would be funny if I spray painted ‘Nancy the slut Wheeler’ on the marquee sign at the theater. So I did it.” He risked a glance over at you, noticing the look of disappointment on your face that you failed to disguise. “Nancy and Jonathan saw it, and it escalated.”

His words slowly sank in, and your eyes widened in realization after a few moments of silence. “That’s why you were all beat up? Because Jonathan fought you?”

Steve nodded, his lips pursing closed as he didn’t know what else to say.

“Well, I can’t say you didn’t deserve it.” Again, he nodded. You reached out and placed a hand on his shoulder. “But I can say that you’ve gotten a lot better. And ditching Tommy and Carol definitely helped a lot.”

“So should I write about that?”

It was your turn to nod, a kind smile on your face. “Absolutely. Should we get started?”

He mirrored your smile, leaning forward and pulling a pencil from his backpack. “Let’s do it.”

#Steve harrington #Steve x reader #Jonathan byers #Jonathan x reader #Nancy wheeler #oneshot #drabble #imagine #stranger things #st imagine #st fanfiction #st fanfic #Steve x platonic!reader #Steve x henderson!reader #Steve x you #Steve x y/n

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crystalirises · 3 years

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The Final Answer (36 Questions AU 1/13)

Hello guys! So I made a Fundywastaken fic... but 36 Questions. I hope you guys like it! (This occurs in the Dream SMP and involve the characters, not the people). I’ll be uploading this on ao3 too for those who want to read it there (tumblr deletes my posts if I add external links so I can’t put the link here rip).

(Also in this AU Dream and Fundy got married at some point during Schlatt’s administration and George didn’t object because dammit George)

HEAR ME OUT

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“Dream, we should watch treasure planet, ba― Babe.”

“WHAT.”

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“Dream, you have been the most fantastic partner to watch treasure planet with… heh… I’ve known you for so long now, I can’t imagine a life without you. I love you. We've gone through our own tragedies. But, would you do me the honor of making me the happiest man on earth? Dream, will you marry me?”

“You were my favorite person ever to watch a movie with. Yes. Yes, I will marry you!”

“YEAHHHHHHH! WOOOOOOOOOO!”

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“Oh, can you say that again?”

“About the wedding?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh my― but Dream we’ve been over this.”

“Yes.”

“What? Do you like hearing my voice that much?”

“I just want to hear your plans again. I want to hear about the big wedding you’ve planned out.”

“No.”

“A lot of guests?”

“This is Insane. Okay, fine. It’s gonna be a big wedding and it’s… wait for it… Treasure Planet-themed oooooh. Cool, right?”

“It sounds perfect, star.”

“I don’t know about the guests though. Can’t really confirm that.”

“Hm. What? What about the guests?”

“Well, funny story, babe…”

~~~~~

“Dream!”

“Oh, uh, hello!”

“Pogtopia has a meeting, remember?”

“Sorry.”

“What? Why?”

“Just... you wouldn’t understand, Funds.”

“What are you doing? Dream… are you?”

“Yes. I am.”

“Why?”

“I’m just ― he promised me something. Something neither Wilbur nor Pogtopia can give me. I’m sorry.”

“Okay… but you still love me, right?”

“…of course.”

“Promise?”

“I’ll always love you, Fundy.”

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“Really?” Dream shivered in his green sweater, the rain pelting mercilessly against his white porcelain mask as he wandered aimlessly through the desert. He held back a frustrated groan. Seriously, a rain storm in the middle of a desert right when nighttime threatened to engulf the world in darkness? He gritted his teeth, seething as he forced himself to move forward. Nature be damned he wasn’t going to turn back. It seems Lady Luck had abandoned him at this crucial moment. Not that he could blame her. He’s pushed everyone away. His friends. His husband.

Dream sighed, peering down at the compass in his hands. The arrow pointed forward, leading him towards his husband… the husband he left… the husband he said he didn’t care for.

“Where are you, Fundy?” Dream trudged through the wet sand, each step heavier than the last. If you had asked him two weeks ago what he’d be doing in the future, it certainly wouldn’t have involved anything to do with traversing through some dead and horrible land. Dream couldn’t believe it. Of all places, why did Fundy have to choose the badlands? He held back the string of curses rising in his throat, exhaustion seeping into his aching bones. He’d been walking for an entire day now, lost in a foreign land that had no mercy for people like him. He couldn’t tell if that rock on the ground was the same rock he’d just passed a couple seconds ago. He groaned, running a hand through his unkempt and dirty hair. Maybe this was his punishment, to wander the desert for all of eternity, searching for a husband who may or may not even be there.

He nearly toppled over, the ground threatening to give way beneath his feet. He scowled, pushing himself as clumps of sand stuck to every part of him. “Oh, I’m gonna die out here…” He began to sing underneath his breath, glancing at the desolate and darkening landscape, his heart on his sleeve. A part of him wished Fundy would appear at any moment, a glimpse of his orange tail around the corner… anything that would give him a hint to his husband’s whereabouts. He shouldn’t have left Fundy that night. He shouldn’t have left. He bit back his sorrow, it wasn’t his time to cry.

“Come on. Give me a sign, star. Just… Anything, please.” His eyes narrowed, hoping to see beyond the neverending veil of rain that engulfed the world. Why did it have to rain at such a time?

The previous days have been… difficult. He’d done many acts that he couldn't say he was proud of… but he would never take them back. He did what he had to. He just didn’t expect to lose his husband in the process. One moment Fundy was by his side, his head nuzzled into his neck as they sat near the warmth of a fireplace, and the next his husband was gone. Fundy had left his ring on their bed, but he didn’t leave a note. No. Dream had to force it out of the newcomer’s mouth to even get a hint of where his husband had run off to.

“What…?” He paused, the distant flutter of a familiar piece of clothing catching his attention. He began to run, the outline of a small cabin coming into view as he stumbled his way towards… a clothesline? He took a shaky breath, reaching out to pluck the hat off the clothespin it hang onto. It was soaking wet, a bundle of black and orange cloth… but he would recognize it anywhere. Fundy loved his hat as much as Dream loved his mask. His attention turned towards the debilitated cabin. Did Fundy live there?

“Please. Please. Please.” Don’t let this be a fluke. He headed towards the cabin, yelping as his leg got caught on sand. He lands against the door with a loud thud, the house trembling violently at the sudden impact. He gripped at its edges. His head pressed against the thin wooden surface.

Worry settled in his gut… maybe Fundy wasn’t here. Maybe… He stilled. The muffled sound of shoes scuffing against the floor ringing through his ears. “Fundy? Star? I… I know you’re there, Fundy. Just… please let me in, star.”

He was met with silence. His heart ached with regret. He wouldn’t delude himself. This was his fault. But… they could still work it out! It couldn’t be over, could it? His fingers dug into the wood, splinters breaking through his skin. Dream couldn’t care less. He wanted his husband to open the door. He wanted to hold him in a tight embrace and apologize, beg for him to come home. At the very least, he wanted to see Fundy’s face for one last time.

“Okay. Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe you’re not my husband, my Fundy.” He lets out a sigh.

“Whoever you are…” He swallowed down the bitter and nauseous taste of sadness in his throat, his shoulders shook with unshed tears. He forced himself to continue, a sliver of hope that Fundy would pity him enough to hear him out.

“You share a lot in common with my husband... Funds.” The nickname felt damningly foreign against his tongue, as if he hadn’t used it in a long time. Maybe he hadn’t. He pushed the thought away. He didn’t want to think about it. Not now.

“You have the same hat...” He heard a strained gasp through the door, and his heart began to flutter. He holds the hat to his chest, caressing the cold, soaked cloth with calloused hands. Fundy would want it back, right?

“So either he sold it or maybe you stole it.” Fundy would never, Dream knew that. It was one of the few traits they shared. Fundy hated when Dream washed his hat for him, and Dream hated when Fundy cleaned his mask for him.

“And didn't change the tags...” His fingers reached into the hat, feeling the small patch of paper crudely taped onto its surface. He didn’t need to look to know that ‘F.S.” was written on the parchment.

“So I feel like I know you, like we've met before.” He closed his eyes, the distant memory of warm lights danced across his vision. He recalled the warm hand tucked into his own, the gold-flecked brown eyes that stared up at him with a light that could rival the brightest of stars.

“I walked like 27 hours…” It had been a day at most, a mere second in the life of an admin… but it felt like a lifetime. Dream had wandered through the land, sick and delirious with the idea that he might have been too late, that his husband had gone to a place he would never find.

“…to get to this place. If you were him…” He leaned against the door, wondering if Fundy was doing the same. He couldn’t feel the other’s warmth, blocked by the door and the chill of the rain that clung to his very being. He’d never felt this cold before.

“You'd open up the door.” He raised a hand, his knuckles knocking against the wooden barrier. He held his breath… but the door didn't budge. He sniffed, combing a hand through his hair. He deserved this. He knows he does. But that didn’t make it hurt any less.

“I know you're there. I know you're listening.” A murmur of noise reached his ears, the chime of metal creaking before falling into silence. He hoped Fundy didn’t lock the door on him. Fundy was there, just beyond the door. He was listening. That had to mean something, right?

“You deserve to get to know…” Who did his husband deserve to know? Dream was many things, and he doubted that Fundy would wish to meet any one of them. He was a tyrant. A monster. A liar. A player. A traitor. A shitty husband. He was…

“The person you're trying your damnedest to let go. I know you care.” Fundy must still have some love for him, right? He would have told him to leave if he didn’t, right? Dream held onto that. They could fix this. Fix them. Dream was willing to try… if- if Fundy was. He’d take it all back if it meant having his husband.

“Whoever you are…” Fundy… please. Warm rolls of liquid dripped past his cheeks, a contrast to the rain that cruelly poured down onto his shivering form. He could feel the approaching cold of night in the air, his fingers trembling at the shift of temperature.

“You have a thousand reasons not to trust whoever I am.” Fundy had no reason to, and Dream knew that. Their love was insane, a story of confusion and impossibilities. They were enemies. They were supposed to be enemies. Fundy should hate him and Dream should be indifferent to the fox’s very existence.

“For whatever it's worth…” A sob seeps past his lips, his throat burning with a scream he dared not escape. His hand lets go of the door, resting on top of the porcelain mask he had worn for so long. In one move, he took it off.

“I also have no clue as to who I actually am.” The wind slapped at his cheeks. He can’t recall the last time he’s taken off his mask.

“But I know, this is the first time in my life…” He wore it on their date. He wore it to their wedding. Did Fundy even know what he looked like? Did he care?

“That I am sure.” Did Dream want him to? Did he want Fundy to see him? To see beyond the mask? See the man behind the smile?

“I walked like 27 hours, replaced two boots during a storm.” He would walk another mile if Fundy asked him to. He really would.

“And I won't leave ‘til you open up the door.” He had to see him, even if it was just one final glimpse. A final farewell to a love story doomed from the beginning.

“I hear you there. I hear you listening.” Fundy.

“You deserve to get to know the person you're trying your damnedest to let go.” If you can hear me…

“Hear me out.” Know…

“Hear me out.” That I love you…

“Hear me out.” So, please…

“Let me in.” Oh…

“Let me in.” Please…

“Let me in.” Forgive

“Let me in.” Me…

“Funds, there are zombies everywhere, they’re going to eat me alive…”

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#fundywastaken #fundy #dream mcyt #mcyt

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smalltowndetective · 3 years

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Warm Melodies

Sorry that has been taking way too long to get writing out! (I’ve written quite a bit, but I am not happy with it, and I want to mass delete it, but I am trying to resist doing that)

But lo and behold, I get this, and well, that finally broke through my writer’s block

Thank you so much @gloynporslen for requesting this! (You did not know you did, but thank you!) This is such a cute idea, and I had to write it haha!

But without anything further, I hope you like it! :)

Ao3 Link

Title: Warm Melodies

Pairing: Felix and Thea

Words: 1.1k

Notes: Yes, my first fic was also kind of similar to this. But, since I am acting like that does not exist, consider this a rewrite of it :D

“I could if you wanted me to”

The words had had come out lightly, almost a whisper, a linger of hesitance in her words as she moved her head to look at him. The two of them were taking full advantage of the quiet evening at the warehouse, something that seemed to so rarely occur.

Felix continued to sit there with her, the two of them almost tangled together in a mess of limbs, as he gently traced circles with his fingers from the top of shoulder all the way down to her inner wrist. Her skin was always cool to the touch, a great contrast to the warmth of his own.

He gave her a smile, perhaps a smaller one then usual, but it was only more genuine as she continued to look at her, “I would be honored to listen to you play”

A couple of months ago now, he had asked about the piano that was in her apartment, Thea’s Clavinova as she had called it. He knew that she could play, but had never actually heard her do so.

Her face seemed to cover in a rosy blush at that, but he was not sure if that was from the statement or from the way they had become locked in a gaze as if they were the only two people to ever exist.

“I’m not very good”, she stammered, but her eyes never left his, and it made him realize that no one had ever looked at him like that before. As if she could stare at him for eternity, never wanting him to leave. That was something that he had never had before, and he really did not it to ever end.

Don’t sell yourself short”, he grinned, the slightest bit of seriousness entering his voice, “I’m sure you’re amazing”

Thea’s eyes left his for just a moment to look at the piano that had been kept in the corner of the room since the unit had made their home here, the warm flames from the fireplace almost seeming to glow against her skin.

“Okay”, she simply said, giving him a smile, even if it was slightly uncertain. Gently untangling herself, something that Felix almost whined at the lost of, but he watched as she made her way to the piano, sitting down in the bench before turning back to look at him. Feeling as though he was too far away, he moved closer, until he was only about a foot away, watching her with a sense of curiosity.

The piano itself had originally been Nate’s, and while he had liked listening to him play, it never really had a special sort of significance in his mind.

But it was hard to argue that it was not beautifully crafted, the maple wood never failing to look polished as if it was new, even if he had gotten the impression that it was actually quite old. Thea let her long, slender fingers go over the ivory keys, as if it was the most precious thing she had ever handled in the entire world.

Taking a deep breath, as to help calm herself, she finally pressed the keys down enough to make a sound, and started to play.

And while he did not recognize the song, not that he fully thought he would, but he was surprised by just how much it made him feel something. Like a memory, something fond, something that you always went back to think about again, but perhaps having just the hint of bittersweetness of it.

All Felix could do was stand there and drink in the sight of her, as if he would never get the chance to see it again, and this was the last time she would ever be before him.

It almost felt like a memory, even when it was happening before him. A photograph, a moment forever captured in time, able to show all the emotions even after time had passed.

But it was real, realer than anything had ever felt or would. Felix had believed, that after seven years in the human world, he had made himself pretty well acquainted with it, and everything that was a part of it.

That was before Thea. All of sudden, nothing about his surroundings seemed the same. Everything became more intense, from colors to sounds to touch, but God was it sweet. It felt surreal, knowing that he had never felt this way about anyone before, and would likely never feel this way about again.

She looked beautiful, not to say that he did not always look so. But there was something special about the way that her half-lidded ocean blue eyes stared at the keys in light concentration, her long, wavy hair falling around her face.

And as she closed her eyes fully, as it was all memory to her, her long eyelashes resting on her face, he could feel himself holding his breath, as if even the act of breathing might disturb her, a strange action for him.

It was ethereal, and so was she, and he never wanted it to change. She was kinder than anyone he had ever met before, gentleness that he only seemed to find grew the longer that he knew her, full of so much love and with the desire to give it that it took her breathe away.

“Thea”

Felix had been hardly aware that he said her name, almost as caught in a trance, but as he heard the final conclusion of a chord, she looked back at him, gazing at with in quiet anticipation of what he was going to say, but for a few times in his life, he could not think of a word to say.

What could he possibly say to her? The light of his life, someone who was so special to him. How could he say anything that would even make sense in this moment?

With words failing, he moved closer to her, until he was sitting on the piano bench next to her, and she still continued to gaze at him, her eyes bright. Reaching his hand out, he gently pushed aside the curls of hair that always fell in her eyes in an effort to see her face better, before gently cupping her face.

She smiled, leaning into the touch as blush formed on her cheeks, and while the room was now quiet with the absence of the piano, it seemed hardly offensive at all, as Felix leaned even closer to gently taste his lips with hers, before moving his lips to move with hers.

Her eyes closed as she returned the motion, words not needed in the slightest as the two of them seemed to melt into each other, it enough to convey what could have been spoken.

Tags: (It is never an issue to add or remove you, just let me know!) @lilyoffandoms, @lividlyinlove, @sosolenoo, @amlovelies, @solus-reaper, @lady-calypso, @zyneryther, @pearlsandsteel

#the wayhaven chronicles #wayhaven chronicles #twc #detective thea holland #felix hauville #felix x detective #felix x thea #i really need to reblog a prompt list at some point #I have been working on so many series that I really just need to do some oneshot stuff sometimes #But hopefully it all pays off it the end!

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kdelarenta · 3 years

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3:00 am

pairing: sebastian wynric x f!speaker

rating: umm kind of angst kind of ?? idk

notes: had to delete the previous version because tumblr is acting up, sebastian belongs to @speakergame

tagged: @pearlsandsteel , @aplethoraoffictionalboys

She should be sleeping,she knows this.This isn't the first shitty motel she's had to stay in and not the first time a lovely neighbour decided to have some 'fun' (very loud fun) at three in the morning.

Good for them - at least they're getting some.

She just wishes it wasn't at three in the fucking morning,she hasn't been sleeping well as it is and she has to drive tomorrow. Sebastian did offer to take over though - of course he did. She can't explain it really,she still wants to drive. Josephine wasn't a person who could give someone else the wheel or a person who could just sit in the back seat (and relax). If she wasn't on a mission, she was training. If she wasn't driving,she was navigating. If she had free time,she was watching Emily - making sure she's okay. She doesn't think she can stop. Still it doesn't matter,she doesn't think.(about any of it really,she jumps and kicks and runs and saves and punches and then punches some more when she can't. can't save - can't save everyone).

Yeah...she's not going to sleep any time soon. Kicking the sheets off does nothing to keep off the heat that's been suffocating her since she layed down.

Getting a drink from that wending machine she saw in the hallway doesn't seem like a bad idea at all.

Catching sight of herself in the mirror she can see that she looks like hell,it's like the constant unease she's been feeling had managed to bleed out all over her face. She was wearing her pajamas- black shorts and an oversized grey t-shirt with a questionable quote ( god she would never ever buy it on her own but Em saw it and thought it looked cute and gave her that goofy smile and of course she had to buy it). Smiling despite herself she decides to go out anyway. It's three in the morning,no one's going to see her .

The hallway is quiet besides the constant moans and groans and shouts of someone's name - Paul. Well damn Paul. She's fully grinning now,she can't even bring herself to be mad. Taking a few turns she makes her way to the wending machine. Choosing from all the drinks is easy once she spots her favorite,she puts in the money,selects the drink and waits. The drink starts to move and then stops midway. Sighing,she presses the number again but the can is still stuck. She presses again - nothing.

,,Oh come on" she groans to no one in particular and smacks the machine. Nothing - the can just stays the same,mocking her.

Yeah,fuck this.

She's already halfway through the debate of whether she should continue kicking the machine or just going back to bed when she notices she's not alone. Sebastian is standing by the wall behind her. She doesn't know how long he'd been standing there but the small amused smile on his face gives away that he definitely saw everything. Great.

,,What?"

The accusatory tone and the wild hand gestures sure aren't helping her look any less embarrassed.

,,I want a Cola"

The tone of her voice brings out a low chuckle that warms her from the inside out. Just her luck that he's the one who's awake right now. It's not the first time that fate,karma or whoever has tried to shove promises of love and happiness in her face. Putting them just at the right place at the right time,taunting her with the things she wants but can't afford to have. This time feels different though,like they're more tightly intertwined instead of loosely vowen together. It'd be cruel really, if she wasn't enjoying it so much.

He makes his way over to her,stopping in front of the machine to examine it closely. That smile is still there as he pulls out a few bills and puts them in the machine. She watches him put in the same numbers and low and behold,both cans of soda fall down without a hitch. She's way more impressed than she should be but she does a good job of hiding it behind a carefully neutraled face and a small 'thank you'. He looks pleased with himself as she slowly sips the soda - the cool drink does nothing for her because now she's warm for a completely different reason. Neither of them talk as the moment continues interrupted only by the noise that starts up again and can somehow still be heard from over there.

,,Something keeping you up?"

His mocking tone is rewarded by a sharp glare that only seems to amuse him more.

,,Ha ha,very funny" her words are dry but she's still smiling. Their amused glance soon turns into one of their staring contests. Neither of them wants to back down and she wants to think that's it's just because they're both incredibly stubborn and not because they want to keep looking at each other's eyes. The thought brings a different sort of unease - every glance,every comeback,every accidental touch feels wrong,like she should know better (and she should). That's why she looks away first,like she always does.

,,So did you just want to play comedian or is there a reason why you're awake?"

Changing the subject - always a safe bet. The words are a little harsher than she intends them to be but he doesn't seem bothered. She's convinced he simply doesn't care because the possibility that he might actually be onto what she's doing makes the unease spread all the way from her stomach to her throat.

,,I was reading the case files again" There's a pause, she sees him tense for a moment. ,,This one feels..."

,, - tricky."

,, - different."

They turn to look at each other, settling in the feeling of quiet understanding. He gives a small nod.

So it's not just her.

She knows it's risky business . She remembers the early years - the first cases. The high of returning someone safely home , the hope of helping people live another day,the pride of being useful,of making a change. From that high - there's only one way down.

She remembers Em crying,lifeless bodies and the smell of blood under the shower. Waiting for Emily to fall asleep so she can cry too - figure out how she's going to look herself in the mirror tomorrow. It takes years.It takes practice. The words are clear and strict and second nature.

,, We can't save everyone."

,, I know."

She has to stop herself from asking how he knows - it's not her place. It's better like that anyway,she lets Em be positive and fly for a bit but she's right there to ground her again before she falls. Lost in thought she almost misses the way he's been analyzing her. His eyes skim over her face,briefly stopping at her eyes until they stop to her shirt. She expects him to smile or make a comment. Nothing.

,,Let me drive tomorrow."

She almost doesn't let him finish,the words leaving her mind before she registers them.

,,No need,I'll drive."

,,You're exhausted Josephine."

The strict look he gives her makes her want to roll her eyes. She wants to shout in frustration. It's fine. Why are you like this?

,,I'll manage."

This seems to set him off judging by the scowl quickly forming on this face. They're going to start shouting soon aren't they?

,,Why are you always like this? Just let me do this for you."

The words make her inhale sharply. The need to backtrack is almost suffocating, to just run to her room and leave him here or to just shout whatever to make him let it go.But she can already feel the agitation melting from her face. She can't yell, she can't argue, it's three in the morning and she's tired.

She takes a deep breath,wondering how people do this. How it comes so easy,spilling your soul all over the floor and watching it stain shoes. His shoes are clean - they should remain so. She can't see her face but whatever expression she has makes his soften almost too quickly in return. Maybe he's tired too ( tired of her).

,,Um.." is all that escapes her, an unintelligent sound amongst the thousand words that want to claw their way out.

,, I'm not ungrateful."

She hopes she sounds convincing but all she can focus on is the desperation that seeps out. Out of guilt or out of the inability to explain.

,, I know." he breathes out. And she knows he means it,his eyes are too honest and too soft when they find hers. It really is unfair, all of it.

,, I don't have the luxury of trusting people." The words stick like honey as she drags them out. She should probably say more,she should say more - because it's Sebastian and he's here and he understands.

,, Then trust me"

He sounds so resolute,so honest that she can't look him in the eye,she wouldn't dare. Her ears are pulsing,she's going to explode so instead she focuses on his hands. They're warm - she knows this. She wants to make a home there. She wants to put down roots,stay locked in them forever and surrender to the blazing warmth of a thousand suns. She can see it so clearly - the late night conversations,coffee dates,game nights with Emily, warm embraces and soft kisses.

This isn't the first daydream showed down her throat and it won't be the last. After the case he's going to leave. He'll get payed, he'll leave and she'll never see him again and that will be the end of it.

He won't be there when she eventually fails, she won't get the chance to fail him and she's glad.

She shakes her head and heads back to her room.

She's glad.

#speaker #speakergame #speaker game #sebastian wynric #oc: josephine #seer #*myfics

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yurimother · 4 years

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'Goodbye Volcano High’ Writer Responds to Backlash Over Article Containing NSFW Cartoons Depicting Minors

This article contains content that may be disturbing for some audiences. Please read at your own discretion.

Goodbye Volcano High, a narrative-based adventure game from KO_OP, was announced during Sony’s Future of Gaming event on June 11. Many people, including myself, were excited by the announcement, as the game features a non-binary protagonist, Fang (voiced by Lachlan Watson) and promises a story full of LGBT representation, with studio director Salemm Dabbous tweeting, “This game is queer as [f***]” following the reveal.

However, some fans on Twitter are expressing outrage after discovering that Goodbye Volcano High’s narrative director and writer, Kate Gray, used to write about porn and sex in video games on video game website Kotaku and in one article had included NSFW images depicting underage characters. The story in question, “Animated Video Game Porn Could Be A Lot Sexier And Less Gross,” was uploaded to Kotaku on September 24, 2019, and appears to be the last article Gray published on the site.

In the article, Gray describes how she and a friend set out to watch bad computer-rendered videos of fictional characters engaging in acts that would never be described or even imagined in the source material. She goes on to graphically describe graphic content from the videos of characters from Harry Potter, The Legend of Zelda, and Pokémon.

When the article was first released, it received backlash due to the explicit computer-rendered images from the videos included with the article. Many quickly criticized showing the images, which included characters who are. in the source material, underage, such as Ash from Pokémon and Hermione and Draco from Harry Potter. Others still found the written content objectionable, with one user, afriendtosell, commenting:

You hit us with a depiction of underage sex in more than two cases right off the bat (arguable for the LoZ characters; not arguable with the HP or Pokemon characters) and the payoff for that immediate, even if it’s tagged as NSFW, punch in the face is....what, exactly?

However, some seemed to believe that the situation was being blown out of proportion, as the images were of animated characters, not real people.

Kotaku quickly responded to the backlash. On September 24, 2019, at 5:25 pm, roughly three and a half hours after the story was released, all pictures were deleted from the article. Stephen Totilo, Editor-in-Chief wrote in an editor’s note:

This story, part of our regular coverage of the intersection of sex and games, originally included screenshots from several porn parodies with a note that they were Not Safe For Work. We’ve since removed those images. While the intent of this article was to provide a snapshot of the kind of gaming and geek porn that’s out there now, it’s clear in retrospect that, in terms of the images and the analysis you expect from us, we made a mistake. Readers are understandably uncomfortable about these kinds of depictions of characters who are often depicted as or thought of as teenagers. I am, too and apologize. We can do better, and we will. - Stephen Totilo, Editor-in-Chief

The article, with the editor’s note and no pictures, remains on Kotaku.

The article was quickly resurfaced on Twitter after the Goodbye Volcano High reveal on Sony’s stream. One tweet by Twitter use @BluestRose430 gained some traction where they expressed their concerns, writing “everyone’s like ‘wow cool non-binary main character’ as Kill Bill sirens go off in my head.”

Kate Gray responded to the criticism and addressed the Kotaku article in a thread on Twitter (full transcription at the bottom of the article). Gray expressed regret for not addressing the article sooner and acknowledged that she made mistakes in the article, “The article, the pictures, and my uncritical opinion on it, were all grave mistakes.“

Gray goes on to make it clear that more than anything, she regrets hurting people through the article, saying, “I regret a lot of things about that article, but the fact that it hurt people is my biggest regret of all.” Gray writes that she has now stepped away from journalism, although it is not clear if that distancing was due to the backlash the Kotaku article received.

Gray concludes by attempting to reassure readers about Goodbye Volcano High:

For GVH, we have consultants, diverse ideas and backgrounds, and we care so much about what we make. We are all committed to representing our queer and marginalised identities in a way we want to see in games, and representing and uplifting players.

While Gray’s statement has few responses at the time of writing, most people who read her remarks seem to be praising her for the way she addressed the controversy, and some noting that it is not the first time the internet has brought up someone’s past to criticism them. However, the article is relatively recent, as it was published in late 2019, and many people remain understandable upset and concerned about Goodbye Volcano High.

Personally, while I certainly am not thrilled by the content of the Kotaku article and think writing and publishing it was an abysmal choice, I firmly believe that people can grow and change. There is nuance in the situation and, to me, it is apparent that Gray meant to cause any harm. I still plan on reporting on Goodbye Volcano High, and I still look forward to its release, knowing that there are many talented individuals and consultants on the development team. But, I want to turn the question to you, the readers. Let us know your thoughts in the replies and on Twitter @HolyYuriMother:

1. What do you think of the controversy? Are you upset by the Kotaku article? Having read Gray’s apology, do you feel different and believe that she has grown since then?

2. Does the controversy at all affect your feeling about Goodbye Volcano High? Did you plan on purchasing the game next year, and does this story change your decision to buy the game?

Kate Gray’s response:

In this thread, I'm going to be addressing the Kotaku article about Harry Potter that I wrote and was published in September 2019. I will not be posting it here, but please be aware that this thread will be addressing potentially triggering and upsetting content.

First of all, I am sorry for staying silent on the matter. There is no excuse for it, and I am so sorry for leaving you in the dark, thinking that my silence meant that I did not care.

The article, the pictures, and my uncritical opinion on it, were all grave mistakes. No excuses and no "but"s. It was poorly-thought through, careless, and ugly, and it hurt people.

I regret a lot of things about that article, but the fact that it hurt people is my biggest regret of all. From the bottom of my heart, I am sorry. I hope you can trust us with GVH, but I understand if your hurt makes that hard.

I should have known better. I try to be thoughtful and careful in my work, and this was neither of those things. I want to stand up for people, not cause them pain.

I have since stepped away from journalism, and have made sincere efforts to learn from the experience, to become the kind of person who never makes those mistakes. I am far from a perfect person, but I never wish to hurt people like that again.

*Note: Due to the explicit nature of the Kotaku article “Animated Video Game Porn Could Be A Lot Sexier And Less Gross “ we are unable to quote directly from it or link to it. Additionally, for obvious reasons, we are not displaying the pictures that used to be included in the article.

#news #ps5 #video games #goodbye volcano high #Kate Gray #Kotaku #lgbt #lgbtq #lgbtq+#queer #non-binary #pride #GVH #gaming #playstation 5

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Siren .Chapter Five.

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky Barnes fancies you, a singer who performs at a local bar every Monday and Friday night. After a few months of attending your gigs, Bucky finally got the chance to talk to you. One problem: you are New York's sonic screaming vigilante. And the avengers have been trying to figure out who you are for months. (Post-Endgame)

Warning/s for this chapter : cursing, a teeny tiny bit of violence

Warning/s for the series: cursing, violence, eventual smut (which you can skip)

Word count: 1300+

Disclaimer: I do not own the Marvel characters. Note: I'm late again, I know. I reuploaded this a couple of times, but it still wouldn't show up in the tags. Just a heads up, if this doesn't show up in the tags again, I am deleting it again and trying agai tomorrow :'))))))

I will post a new chapter every two days. Let me know if you'd like to be on the taglist!

The next morning

"Buck, you need to calm down," Sam said, trying to help and cool the insatiable frustration of his friend.

Bucky was pacing around the avenger's lounge, his metal fingers crushing a stainless steel water bottle, a physical manifestation of his anger. Sam, seated in the couch, felt like Bucky’s frustration was seeping off to him. It was almost contagious. The only person in the room who didn’t know what was going on was Scott, who just came back from a mission. He was munching on a tooth-ache sweet cereal in the island kitchen, and he was quietly eavesdropping on the Falcon and The Winter Soldier.

“No, Sam,” he breathed, “Whoever the Siren is, they couldn’t have gotten too far. Even if they did, they must’ve used something to get away, but I don’t see any signs of transport. No cars, no bikes.”

“Maybe they used the subway?” Scott chimed in, taking in a spoonful of colorful breakfast marshmallows.

Bucky laughed cynically, annoyed at Scott’s remark. “No, Scott,” he breathed out, “If I were an outlaw, the last thing I’d do was take public transport!” He exclaimed, and Scott was slightly taken aback.

"Well," Scott raised his eyebrows a little, chuckling, "Someone's grumpy."

Bucky finally sat down, "Sorry," he dragged the word halfheartedly, "I just— I need to do better if I want to find out who she is."

"She?" Sam glanced at Bucky curiously, "How did you know she's a she?"

Bucky looked like he just zoned out. Why did he say that?

"I… don't," he said, trying to figure out why he did what he did.

"You just assumed?" Sam asked, pressing the matter even further.

"No," Bucky shook his head, "I- I guess I have someone else on my mind."

"Who?" Sam raised his eyebrows. Bucky shook his head, "I bumped into someone on the mission. It's not important."

"Everything is important," Sam retorted, "because everything is a clue." Bucky only shrugged, "I ran into (Y/n)," he admitted, "The singer—"

"From the bar," Sam finished, rolling his eyes, "Yeah, I know. You told me a couple hundred times."

"What was she doing anyway?" Scott asked.

"She was going back home from a record store," Bucky answered.

Sam squinted his eyes, "I wasn't aware there were any record shops in that part of Brooklyn."

"Me neither," Bucky agreed, "Maybe they just opened." Bucky turned to Sam, "Anyway, did you find out anything about the gun?"

"The 19x?" Sam asked, "No, not yet. Friday's going to notify us when she finds anything. In the meantime, you should probably rest. In case we find any tracks on the Siren again."

Bucky nodded, knowing that when news of the Siren arrives, he has to be ready.

He escaped to his room to get some shut eye, but he can't help thinking of a certain someone he ran into last night. Their paths keep crossing. It can't be a coincidence, right? Bucky wasn't one to believe in fate, but maybe, just maybe…

Didn't (Y/n) say her band is going to perform tonight?

He grabbed his phone and googled her band name.

The Submariners.

The Mermaid's Tail website was the first search result, as they were a weekly act.

A few other bars were on the results. He scanned the page for a date or a day, anything to find out where they were performing today.

One website was out of place. Why did Viseur.com show up in the search results?

Bucky knew Viseur. The Avengers just closed a deal with the company.

Yes, Viseur was a research company, but their recent weapon engineering breakthrough was so innovative, the Avengers had bought a couple hundred weapons, set to be delivered somewhere in the next three months.

Why was Viseur in the search results? It seemed too random, even for google.

He clicked on Viseur, but it only redirected him to their homepage. It didn't answer any questions.

Bucky shook his thoughts.

The answer to this could wait. Now he had to try and find the gig.

"Nothing tonight?" You asked Lando.

You notice his haircut. He gave himself a buzzcut, his black hair almost blended with his dark skin. It looked a little too neat for his personality, but you're sure it'll grow back quickly. He gave you a confused look, "what do you mean? We've got a show in ten minutes."

You rolled your eyes, "The other thing."

Knowing what you mean, Lando shook his head. He chuckled under his breath, amused at how enthusiastic you always become when you put on the suit. It's almost as if you were born to become the figure behind the mask. "Give me a few days to decipher the data, then we'll decide what's next," he told you.

You nodded. Seeing Vince and Luna approach, you waved a little. There was something off about their demeanor, lime they were both surprised and concerned. As they were getting ready to go on stage, Luna bent down and placed her mouth next to your ear. "Loverboy's here."

You were confused at first, but you recognized the look on Luna's face. It was the same frozen, scrunched-up look she had when she found out that the mysterious man named James was The Winter Soldier.

Bucky's here.

"Fucking Christ," you curse. Lando raised his eyebrows, "what's up?" He asked.

"I'll explain it to you later," you dismissed, "We're on in 3 minutes."

You hadn't been able to perform the way you usually do. Slightly less energetic, slightly less carefree. There was a voice at the back of your mind that kept reminding you that the man with the leather jacket in the back of the room, the man with the most charming smile in all of New York, was an Avenger hell-bent on hunting down your alter ego. And he was here because of you. Because of your playful games that you didn't think he'd take seriously.

After going off stage, instead of talking with your friends, you excused yourself to talk to Bucky. You had to do something about it, but you didn't know what. You had to think of something along the way.

"Hey," You heard him say as you approached him.

You managed a smile and sat at the stool next to him, "You came."

"I didn't have anything else to do," he shrugged. He tried to play his presence off as casual, but you know there was something else. His hair was tied to a bun, making him only slightly less recognizable. If anyone did recognize him, they didn't care. A few strands of hair were lazily left out, framing his sharp features perfectly. He was still wearing his gloves, covering his metal arm.

"Really? No schedule for kicking bad guys ass?" You teased, once again easing into his conversation as if he baited you into it. You had to find a way to tell him softly not to go to your shows anymore without making anything suspicious, but you're not sure how. And not that you're face to face with him, you're not quite sure you have the heart to. You're not sure if you want to.

Bucky chuckled, "No, unfortunately," he leaned his arm on the counter, "Have you had dinner, by the way?" He asked, catching you off guard.

"No, why?" You decided to say, mildly surprised.

"I know a nice restaurant a few blocks away," he offered, "We could get something to eat together."

What?

Your intention was to make things right somehow, but now he's asking you out?

"I…" you trailed off, trying to calculate the risks. One time can't hurt right?

You shrugged, a convincing smile painted on your face, "Why not?"

As you exit the bar with Bucky, you found yourself indulging in another conversation with the supersoldier. This was so fun. It was fun in the way becoming the siren was fun. It was risky and dangerous, that's what always appealed to you. Having an alter ego was wrong in all the right ways. Bucky felt so wrong in all the right ways. You could never turn down situations like these. It was a challenge you can't say no to.

You felt your phone vibrate. Looking to see who it was, you read the contact name.

It was Lando. You decided to hang up. Soon after, your phone vibrated again. You checked one more time. It was a text from Lando.

'What the hell are you doing?' It read. He had always been the caretaker of the group, the person who kept you in check when you go too far. You knew he was either angry or worried, if not both. You weren’t quite sure if you should care.

"Something wrong?" Bucky asked worriedly after noticing your eyes glued to the phone.

"No," you lied, turning off your phone completely.

You've broken so many of your own rules for Bucky in the short span of two days, but just one dinner can't hurt, right?

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The Time We Wasted

I found this in my drafts having never actually posted it like last year.

Rob x Reader

1,165 words

Flangst

Notes: Forgot I finished this! It survived being deleted by the baby lol. I actually got this idea from one of @natasha-cole ‘s prompts. The line was ‘Oh my God can you please shut the fuck up?’

***

‘And you’re saying everyone knows this?’ You asked Billy.

He looked a little uncomfortable now and shrugged.

‘I mean ... it’s kind of obvious.’

Your mind was racing.

‘Do people... I mean do you guys like... talk about it? With Rob?’ You shifted uncomfortably.

Billy ran his hand through his hair and sighed.

‘He has no idea.’

You relaxed a little.

‘But... I’m pretty sure Rich is gonna talk to him.’

‘What?’ You felt the colour drain from you. ‘I have to find him.’

You hurried out of the room to find Rich.

‘Y/N!’ Billy called after you weakly.

It didn’t take long to find them. They were in the hotel bar, beers in hand.

You slowed and stopped when you got near, heart pounding in your chest. What if you were too late? What would you even say?

It seemed your timing was impeccable.

‘Robbie, she’s crazy about you. How can you not see it?’

Rob rested his beer on the table and bit his lip. He was frowning, processing, you thought.

He ran his hand over the side of his face and exhaled heavily.

Anger flashed in his eyes.

‘Why would she...’ he stuttered. ‘Why would...’

You went to steady yourself on the table next to you but in your haste you knocked several empty bottles clattering into each other. The noise caused both Rob and Rich to turn.

As their eyes settled on you, you turned to hurry away, heart pounding and head racing.

What was the end of that sentence? ‘Why would she be delusional enough to think I would be interested in her?’

‘Why would anyone be interested in her?’

You heard your name being called behind you but didn’t stop or turn. You crashed into the door, pushing it open with the weight of your panic and felt the cool fresh air of outdoors against your face. Tears burned in your eyes.

You heard the door clatter once more and upped your pace, although there was really nowhere else you could go. You realised you had come to an enclosed beer garden, brick surrounding on all sides.

Rob grabbed your arm and pulled you so you were forced to turn to him.

‘Y/N,’ he said, the irritation clear in his voice. ‘Would you look at me?’

Reluctantly you shifted your eyes to his. You thought you maybe saw sadness in them, but shook it off.

You had been so painfully obsessed with the man for so long now, you saw whatever you wanted to see. Maybe you were delusional.

You looked down at his hand on your arm, his grip probably tighter than he realised.

He let go.

‘I...I’m sorry,’ you scrambled, stepping backwards. ‘Please just forget about it - I don’t expect ... I mean I know you could never... I’m just useless and pathetic and I’m so sorry please don’t think I’m a creep or ... ‘ you spoke so fast even you couldn’t quite make out what you were saying.

‘Y/N,’ Rob said, jaw taut with frustration.

‘or... I’ll stop hanging out with you guys. I’ll just disappear and then...’

‘Y/N! Oh my God can you please shut the fuck up?’

Silence. You stared at him in bewilderment, breath ragged and heavy. Instinctively you took another step back, but realised again all that was behind you was a wall.

Rob drew breath to speak, but it seemed like now he had the floor, words escaped him.

He shook his head, exhaling heavily then stepped forward.

He pushed your shoulders so you were now up against the wall, then he pinned your wrists either side of your head.

His lips crashed into yours and before you realised what was happening, you were kissing him back. His lips were eager and harsh, beard scratching against your tender skin, his tongue finding yours.

He let go of your wrists and threaded his fingers through your hair, pinning you now with his warm body against yours.

you realised this is what it would feel like pressed beneath him.

Your now free hands instinctively went to his waist and gripped him tight.

Rob’s lips moved from yours and an involuntary whimper stirred in your throat.

He opened his eyes at that and began kissing your neck instead, watching you.

Your whimper turned into a groan and your hands slipped to his ass to pull him closer.

But then he inhaled deeply, pulling his lips away from you. Your grip on him remained tight and he was still pressed against you, which made everything he said more intense.

He brushed your messy hair from your face.

‘Why would you not tell me?’ He asked, his voice now much softer - somewhere just above a purr.

‘I didn’t think... you would be interested,’ you basically whispered. You were unable to meet his eyes.

Rob scoffed and shook his head. ‘You turned me down! Several times!’

‘I... really? That was...?’ You dug deep into your memory of when you had first been getting to know him. ‘I thought I imagined... really?’

‘You imagined nothing. I was really disappointed and so confused about how you acted around me.’

‘I... I...’ You were speechless. How could you have misinterpreted everything so embarrassingly wrong?

You looked back up into his eyes and saw now the intensity and the eagerness with which he regarded you.

It’s like his eyes were drinking you in.

‘I thought you were mad at me,’ you said to the floor.

‘I am mad at you. For wasting so much time thinking you weren’t good enough.’ He took your face in his hand. ‘Why the fuck would you think that?’

He kissed you firmly again and moved quickly down to your neck. He learned fast.

You grabbed onto the fabric at his bicep, needing to steady yourself.

As much as you wanted to just melt into him and the the way he was making you feel, you still had a lot to say to each other.

‘Why... why wouldn’t you say something?’ You said, eyes still closed as his teeth grazed the skin of your neck.

He sighed against you then looked into your eyes again.

‘Look, when a lady says no, she means no.’

You nodded, so angry at yourself. Tears burned in your eyes. ‘Whatever your reasons I wanted to respect that.’

He ran his fingers through your hair again.

‘Let’s start from here,’ he said.

You heard whispering and looked over Rob’s shoulder to see a few people who had come out with their drinks watching you.

‘Rob,’ you said, alarmed.

He turned, then took your hand and guided you through the people and back through the door. He didn’t say where he was taking you and you didn’t care. In fact neither of you spoke until you reached his hotel door. He unlocked it silently and led you inside to make up for all the time you had lost.

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Everything list:

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chaoticgothicwiccanchik · 4 years

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Hey guys I was wondering if you could help me find a fanfic I was reading but never got to finish/it was not completed yet. Here's some information on it.

I found it on Archive of Our Own (Ao3) but it could be in other places.

It's a crossover between the Avengers/MCU and Supernatural.

Sam Winchester and Tony Stark/Iron Man positive. Very critical of Dean Winchester and Steve Rogers/Captain America. (I first found it under the Abusive Dean Winchester tag but it is no longer there. I think the author may have changed it and am hoping the story was not deleted because I found it very interesting.)

Set sometime AFTER Sam Wilson/Falcon joined the team but BEFORE Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch. JARVIS is still alive. In Supernatural it is set right after Gadreel leaves Sam/is forcefully expelled/Season 9.

I remember Clint Barton/Hawkeye being VERY disapproving of Dean letting Gadreel possess Sam without his permission. It reminded him of Loki and he was very not cool with it.

The two universes are separated, it's implied that God/Chuck sent them (the Winchesters and Castiel) to the Avengers universe. They think this because Sam hears a voice, Castiel and Dean did not hear the voice and are very suspicious. Sam didn't think anything of it because he thought they all heard it. The voice basically told Sam to be happy or find peace/something similar.

There was a part where JARVIS was basically giving Sam therapy. Sam told him almost everything and JARVIS told Sam the Apocalypse was not his fault.

Steve/Cap did not understand why Dean letting Gadreel possess Sam was a big deal because Dean did it to save Sam's life and it was out of brotherly love. (I think his thoughts imply he would do the same for Bucky.)

There is a part from Natasha/Black Widow's point of view where she is very dismissive of Tony's worries and concerns about another alien invasion. She was speaking to Bruce Banner/Hulk while thinking/talking about this. Natasha thinks Tony is fascinated by the alien technology rather than worried. She does not believe he has PTSD.

Caatiel was at first insistent Sam be placed with Dean (the brothers are on different floors because they are working through issues) but soon came around to understand Sam's point of view. He was sort of patronizing, believing Sam would make bad decisions without his brother's influence.

At one point in the story Tony tells Steve to leave him alone for a night because he is making (or ordering?) a special dinner for Pepper. I can't remember if it was their anniversary or Valentine's day but I think anniversary. Anyways, Steve ignores it and calls Pepper and Tony down. It was for some security issue having to do with Sam and Dean and the floors they were on I think. (They were not allowed to leave the floors or something and Pepper was needed to sign some papers I think.)

Dean flirted with one of the guards at one point who was either asexual/aromantic or a lesbian. She was wearing a pride flag button on her uniform but Dean did not understand what it meant. When she is reassigned to Sam's floor she speaks with Sam and he understands about pride flags.

There is a moment where Sam and Dean talk and I think Sam mentions dreams he has where Dean is hurting him instead of Lucifer. Basically Dean is forced to face the truth about his abusive/controlling behavior and later gets drunk. This is also how Pepper sees him when she is evaluating whether or not to let him have more access to the tower or something. Steve also takes this the wrong way and thinks SAM is the one in the wrong because how Steve saw it was Sam comparing Dean to the Devil. (Sam did not tell Dean he was the Devil, Sam said that in his dreams Dean hurts him just as bad as Lucifer and says they both make him feel the same way.)

There is part where Dean, Steve and a few of the other Avengers (maybe Castiel too? I forgot) go out to a bar and Dean tells HIS version of events and says Sam was in Hell. He does not tell the others that Sam got there by sacrificing himself so the world would continue. He implies or says the Apocalypse is all Sam's fault. Thor later asks Castiel how Sam went to Hell when he thought it was the place bad mortals go. Castiel explains WHY Sam did it and implores Thor to be open-minded. Thor and Sam talk about it.

Steve/Cap is very annoyed Sam and Dean can't just get along and doesn't at all understand Sam's side. He constantly compares Sam and Dean to him and Bucky (in his mind mostly). There's one part where Steve, Sam/Falcon and Clint (maybe more but those are who I remember) are talking with Dean (this is directly before Sam & Dean's talk I mentioned earlier) and Steve talks about his misunderstanding of the events. I think it is Sam/Falcon (so hard when two people are named Sam lol) who tells him he must be more understanding. He doesn't really change his opinion that much.

Sam and Dean at one point have an argument in the tower's garage. Rhodey/War Machine and Tony are watching.

I think 16 happens after they get back from a restaurant. The other two notice Sam does not like the smell of meat (or maybe a certain kind of meat?) because of his reactions while eating in the tower and choose their meals accordingly. (It also might be Bruce/Hulk instead of Rhodey or Tony who goes with him to the restaurant and witnesses the argument but I'm not sure.)

I remember reading in the Author's Notes that they maybe planned to take this story all the way to Civil War.

That's all I can remember for now. Please link me this story if you can help. I really liked it and was hoping the author would finish it. I'm hoping the tags just got messed up or the author moved to another site. Maybe the author changed it because they no longer views the Dean in the story abusive. I was looking to add this story to my bookmarks and subscriptions even if it hasn't been updated since I last saw it. I really want to reread it too.

I so rarely find fics that critique a character while still keeping them in the realm of possibility. I could believe Dean and Steve would act this way if confronted with this situation. I also live fics where Sam sticks up for himself or someone sticks up for Sam.

One last thing: SAM WINCHESTER DID NOT START THE APOCALYPSE!!! lol sorry but I hate how some people act like it's all Sam's fault. I dislike how people seem to gloss over Dean consenting FOR Sam and just excusing it because Dean was trying to SAVE Sam. I don't care. Sam did not consent to Gadreel entering his body. It was a horrible, gross violation. Obviously something had to happen to get the story going again but Dean was wrong. Sam said NO and no means NO! Dean tricked Sam because he knew Sam would say no. After watching Dean get possessed by Michael I think he would reconsider letting Sam get possessed again.

Sorry,none of that was important regarding the story. I just wanted to give my opinion.

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Love is a Polaroid (Roger Taylor x reader) Chapter 4

A/N Just to let y’all know I”m starting a spotify playlist so if you have any song ideas let me know!!!

Once again HUGE shoutout to @sweet-ladyy for reading and editing my stuff. I have THE WORST grammar and she suffers through it so thank you so much!

Word Count: 1551

Warnings: LOTS OF FLIRTING

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The next day, you sat in your flat surrounded by papers and textbooks as you study for an upcoming biology exam. A Beatles record played softly in the background as the afternoon light lit a warm temperature around the room. You weren’t majoring in biology. You were a Public Relationship major but you had your core classes you had to take. Why you chose biology was beyond you at the moment as you studied the act of mitosis and how it operats in the human body. You could feel the headache building already as you chewed on the end of your pencil in concentration.

You jumped as the phone rang, breaking the stream of consciousness that you had worked for so long to build. You sigh as you reach over to grab the phone off the hook from the side table closest to you. You hooked it between your ear and your shoulder as you scribbled another note down in your textbook.

“Hello,” your voice was short, not really interested in who was on the other side.

“Hello, love,” your pencil stilled as you realized who it was. It had been less than 24 hours and Roger was already calling you. You felt your heart flutter at his voice and you set your pencil down to grab the phone with your hand.

“A little desperate, are we,” you joke, hoping to sound more confident than your felt.

You heard his deep chuckle over the phone, again sending a flutter through your heart and chills down your arms. “I just couldn’t wait any longer”

You could practically hear the smirk on his lips as you sat back against the side of the couch, pulling your legs to your chest to get more comfortable.

“I suppose you’re calling to ask me on a date, then,” you reply, raising your eyebrows.

“Hey! Maybe I just wanted to call and ask about your day,” he defends himself quickly. You pause for a second before answering.

“Well unfortunately, my day hasn’t been very exciting,” you tell him looking over at the mess you’ve made on your floor. “I’ve got a biology test coming up that I have to study for.”

“Biology? I thought you were at an art school.”

“I still have core classes I need to take, “ you explain, rolling your eyes. “Unfortunately the process of Mitosis doesn’t seem to compute in my brain.”

“Oh Mitosis is easy, what’s your issue?”

“I’m serious, Roger, I don’t have time for this.”

“I’ll have you know that I’m studying biology. I’m quite good at it actually.” He sounds hurt and whether it was mocking or not you couldn’t tell.

“Okay, well, I just don’t understand the phases, I guess, and how they work,” you say, scrunching nose as you drag one of your textbooks towards you.

“So you have Prophase, Prometaphase, Metaphase, Anaphase, and Telophase which is followed by Cytokinesis. Those are-”

“Woah, woah, woah! Slow down,” you scramble to grab your pencil. You hear him chuckle over the line and you can’t help but blush, even though he can’t see you. “I wasn’t actually expecting you to answer that quickly,”

“And why’s that?”

You curl your finger around the line, sheepishly, not wanting to admit the truth.

“It’s because you didn’t think I actually knew isn’t it?” His tone was clear this time.

“Well, that’s not exactly it.”

“You think just because I’m a drummer in a band and happen to have a lot of sex that that means I’m not intelligent.”

You open your mouth to fight back but found no words coming. You felt ashamed in the fact that he was mostly right.

“I’m sorry,” you say quietly, hoping he heard the genuine tone in your voice.

You waited for him to tease you for being pretentious, but his voice was soft. “It’s quite alright, love.”

He sounded slightly dejected, like he was used to hearing that. The sound was something you hadn’t heard from him before. He was always so confident and cool and it wasn’t a tone you had expected. You bit your lip trying to think of something to say.

“Tell me more…” you say finally.

“What?”

“Tell me more about Biology, stupid.” You giggle.

He scoffed. “Love, you don’t need to-”

“Roger if you don’t start telling me about Biology, right now.”

“Are you sure?” He sounded so genuine. As if no one had ever asked him about anything of than his drums or getting in his pants.

“Please.”

“Well, you asked for it.”

He proceeded to tell you all about the process of mitosis and how it worked with in the human body system. He answered questions and made jokes along the way but he was completely knowledgeable. You had never expected him to be so intelligent and well-spoken. But you had learned more about him in this one phone call than you had ever thought possible. When you finally looked over at the clock, two hours had passed and it was 6:30.

“Wow Roger, that was really helpful.” You admit, massaging your temple.

“I’m sorry I kinda talked your ear off there.”

“No I enjoyed it. Who knew Mr. Bad Boy was such a scientist,” you joke. He laughed loudly over the phone.

“I wouldn’t call myself a scientist but interested in the subject yes.” He spoke over the phone. “It’s not really something I broadcast to the world.”

“You should. Smart is the new sexy.” You smirk.

“Oh, so you think I’m sexy.” His voice lowering to a more sultry tone. You gape and stutter.

“Psh, I never said that.”

“I think you did, love.” You didn’t say anything in return, you just blushed. “So how about that dinner you were talking about?” he asks finally.

The question you had been waiting for all night. You shift from your spot on the floor and lifted yourself up onto the couch behind you. “What about it?” you feigned ignorance, hoping to get a reaction; And you did.

“I guess you’re going to make me ask fully aren’t you.” He scoffs.

“Ask what?” you reply, biting your lip. You hear him sign in annoyance before answering.

“Would you like to get dinner with me this week?” His voice was strong, not a single shake or stutter and it made your heart soar.

“I think I might like that.”

“Yeah?” The enthusiasm and slight surprise in his voice took you aback.

“Yeah.” you reply firmly.

He let out a long breath into the phone, causing you to chuckle.

“You don’t know how nervous I was to ask you that.”

“I did tell you to call me, didn’t I?” You point out.

“Well, yeah but you could have been pulling my leg. I’m surprised you even gave me a real number,” he admits. You laugh at that. “How about I pick you up at 8:00 this Friday,” he continues.

“Where are you gonna take me?”

“Now it’s time for you to wonder.” He said referring to the still untold mystery of your name.

“Oh, so it’s a surprise then,” you shot back.

“Yep! And hopefully by the end of the night I’ll be able to call you by your name.” His voice became rough and the sultry tone was back. You understood the sexual nature behind the comment and it sent a shiver down to your toes.

“We’ll see about that,” you murmur back. You heard the intake of his breath to say something back but he’s interrupted by a faint voice in the background. You vaguely recognized the voice as the tall, fluffy haired man from the bar.

“Oh bugger off, Brian!” Roger’s voice was slightly muffled and you could tell he’d covered the phone with his hand. When he spoke again, you could tell he’d removed his hand. “Sorry, love, I have to go. Bri and I are trying out a new singer for the band,” he explains.

“A new singer?” You question “What happened to, what’s his name?”

“Quit the band, same night I saw you actually. But some bloke came up to Bri and I and offered to take his place,” he told you.

“Well, that’s unfortunate, I hope this new guy works out.”

“Yeah, me too- OH ALRIGHT BRIAN.” His volume rose again at the last part, causing you to flinch away from the phone quickly. “I really do have to go, love.”

“Alright, well… I’ll see you on Friday.” You didn’t want to go, you wanted to stay in this spot talking to him forever. His voice was rough and coarse yet it’s tone was somehow soothing to you. After listening to him talk for a few hours, you didn’t want to let go of it.

“Yeah… Friday.” He echos.

“Bye.”

“Goodbye.”

Then you hung up, and he was gone. You stared at the phone, trying to will it to ring again, but it didn’t. You looked back over your notes and textbooks and felt a small smile come over your lips. You were going to dinner with Roger Taylor this Friday. You stood up from the couch and twirl around before bending over to start cleaning up your notes. Just then the phone rang and you scrambled back over to the couch to pick it up.

“Sorry, love, real quick, what’s your address?”

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laurens-lil-fics · 5 years

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Picture Perfect (Matt Murdock x Reader) Pt. 5

Summary: a local photographer finds herself in a spot of trouble after taking a couple pictures in the wrong place at the wrong time. She seeks out Page, Nelson & Murdock for help, but it comes in a form she doesn’t anticipate.

Word Count: 1926

Warnings: Slow burn. Major fluff!

Author’s Note: Chapter 5, here we are! So unfortunately links on posts are deleting the posts from the search tag? It’s really weird, but if you want to look back at previous or future chapters, I’m tagging this “Picture Perfect” on my blog. So just search it in my blog and you’ll find all the chapters there. Than’s so much for reading and sorry for the inconvenience!

The next morning, Brett and (Y/n) arrived at Matt’s door carrying a couple suitcases and covered in coats and caps. It wasn’t the most inconspicuous of disguises, but they arrived unharmed so it must have been good enough.

Matt opened the door, looking almost as exhausted at (Y/n) felt. He let the two in once they explained the situation, the situation being that (Y/n)’s apartment was now an active crime scene and she would be needing a place to stay.

“Seeing as the two of you didn’t get attacked the last time she was here, maybe this is the safest place for her.” Brett reasoned, setting (Y/n)’s suitcases in the living room.

“She’s welcome to stay as long as she needs... But tomorrow is Monday, I’ll still have to go into the office.” Matt said, leaning against his couch.

“She’s on house arrest until we get evidence and a trial date. I suggest you find something that can keep you busy, Ms. (L/n).”

(Y/n) set her duffel bag on the couch, plopping down beside it before giving Brett a small nod.

Matt and (Y/n) exchanged goodbyes with Brett, growing quiet once he left the apartment.

“I’m sorry this is all so sudden, I told Brett I didn’t wanna trouble you...” she trailed off, shifting so she could look up at him. He only waved her off, assuring her it was no trouble at all.

(Y/n) couldn’t exactly tell what, but something about Matt was different from the last time she saw him. Maybe it was just how insanely tired he looked, or how insanely tired she felt. No matter, (Y/n) couldn’t shake the feeling.

“Well if you haven’t eaten yet I’d love to cook you some breakfast, just to say thank you.” She offered. Matt glanced back at the kitchen before smiling at her and moving to sit on the couch.

“Well I was going to have some gourmet toast and jelly, but I suppose I can let you fix something up.”

After spending some time acquainting herself with Matt’s kitchen, she served him some toast and scrambled eggs, eagerly sitting beside him and digging into her food.

“Your fridge is practically empty, how often do you eat out?”

“There’s a good Thai place near here that delivers, I usually get home late and call something in.” Matt shrugged, brushing some jam off the corner of his lips.

“Well, you should buy some groceries so I can keep cooking for you.”

Matt slowly smiled and swirled his orange juice in his glass, tilting his head at her. “Sounds like I struck gold, I have my own personal chef now.”

(Y/n) giggled and shook her head at him. “Well I’m going to have to keep busy aren’t I?”

As Matt tilted his head back to sip his juice, the collar of his shirt shifted just enough for (Y/n) to see a large bruise painted across his collar bone.

“What’s that?” (Y/n) asked, leaning over and carefully brushing her fingers over the bruise.

Matt cleared his throat, chuckled awkwardly as he adjusted his shirt. “That’s embarrassing, uhh, sometimes I go on walks when I need to think and I ran into a pole...”

(Y/n) bit her lip, looking him over before taking a sip of her orange juice.

(Y/n) wasn’t lying when she said she’d take to cooking to pass the time. She had given Matt a list of groceries she wanted to try working with, then quickly realized her mistake and asked him to hand it off to Karen.

Matt came back to his apartment engulfed in a different, delicious aroma every night. Sometimes he’d come home to the smell of something burning, those nights he would offer to order a pizza or some Thai food.

Whether the meals were homemade or ordered in, Matt and (Y/n) enjoyed the evenings where they could just sit and be in each other’s company.

Before the two knew it, a month had passed them by.

It was a beautiful Thursday night when Brett finally called Matt and (Y/n). They had gotten their evidence just days ago, and everyone in those pictures and then some had been arrested that afternoon.

The two were in the middle of enjoying some of (Y/n)’s lasagna and a couple glasses of wine when they got the call. Once they hung up (Y/n) rested her head in her hands, the small sobs that racked her body were enough for Matt to know something was wrong.

Matt pulled his chair beside hers and wrapped his arm around her waist, brushing his hand through her hair. “It’s almost over, (Y/n)... we’re almost in the clear.”

(Y/n) slowly pulled back and wiped her eyes. “I’m happy, Matt. These are happy tears...” she smiled, leaning into his body and realizing against him. “Pointdexter’s still out there, but I know I’ll be okay. I’ve got someone looking out for me.”

Matt slowly smiled before parting from her and nudged her with his elbow. “You mean God? Or Daredevil?”

(Y/n) scoffed and rolled her eyes at him. “I mean, since you’re obviously jealous, I guess I’ll go with God.”

Matt couldn’t help but laugh before taking a sip of his wine. “Well I propose we celebrate.”

“With another bottle?” (Y/n) smiled, getting up and retreating to the kitchen.

“No, I mean actually celebrate. Tomorrow night... at your gallery opening.”

(Y/n) paused rooting through the cabinets for that wine to look at Matt, searching for any signs that he was joking. “Cmon, Matt. You know I don’t go to those things... Plus Pointdexter’s still out there, like I said.”

“You also said Daredevil is watching out for you. If that’s true then I’m sure we’ll both be safe enough to go out for one night.”

(Y/n) grew eerily quiet. She slowly went back to the table, setting the bottle on the table beside her plate.

“I want to see your work...” Matt paused, looking in her direction. “Obviously not see it see it, but you know what I mean... You said if it was described to me well enough I could imagine it. I can’t think of a better person to do that for me than you.”

She refilled their wine glasses, watching the anticipation practically eat Matt alive as he waited for her response. She gave a resigned sigh before flopping into her seat and chugging her wine. “How could I resist my biggest fan...?”

Matt could never tell her that he was Daredevil. At least not for now. He could never tell her the reason he took so long to respond during their conversations was because he was constantly listening for Pointdexter’s breathing. All he could do was play it cool and act like he was just an overly optimistic blind man. That wasn’t too hard.

Matt perked up at the sound of (Y/n)’s heels clicking into the living room. He had to act like he had no idea how stunning she looked, but the echo of her shoes in the room provided just enough sound for him to catch a glimpse of her.

For some reason she was nervous. Maybe it was the semi-formal setting, or the fact she’d be out for the first time in a month. Matt didn’t want to read too far into things and say she was nervous to be out with him.

He felt her heartbeat shift the moment they entered the gallery. She led him to a corner of the room, away from the crowd and right for the alcohol.

“You know you don’t have to let them know you’re the artist. Just take me on a tour of your work.” Matt said, giving her arm a slight squeeze.

(Y/n) soon led him to her photos. He felt her hold on him tighten as she began overhearing the comments on her work. From what Matt could hear, it was all positive. People talked about the essence of New York, the grittiness meshed with beauty, a natural beauty, all shown in her photographs.

Matt could hear her sniffle as she carefully dabbed at her eyes. “I think they just might like it, Ms. (L/n).”

Once (Y/n) composed herself, she leaned in close, whispering every detail she could about the first photo in her collection. Her hold on him had soften, and the way she absentmindedly traced patterns on his arm made his breath hitch.

But soon, the area became too crowded, and (Y/n)’s descriptions were being drowned out. Matt leaned closer, his lips brushing over the shell of her ear. “Maybe we should get out of here.”

“Go home?” (Y/n) asked, the way her voice wavered brought a smile to his face.

“I didn’t say that...”

(Y/n) had never been to this side of town, but the new experience was a welcomed one. Especially when she had Matt at her side.

The lounge Matt brought her too was dimly lit, white christmas lights hung from the ceiling, providing a romantic glow. (Y/n) was grateful that Matt couldn’t see how she was staring at him once they found a lone table in the corner of the lounge.

She slipped up once Matt turned to her and his lips brushed over her forehead, she had been sitting a little too close to play it off as an accident.

“Something on your mind, (Y/n)?” he asked, unable to hide his sly smile.

(Y/n) slowly smiled and bit her lip, inching away and looking down at her hands in her lap. “Just thinking about how I feel like I’m 16 again...”

“In a good way or a bad way?”

(Y/n) giggled and shook her head, “Like that! I never giggle, I hate giggling. I never show anyone my photos and I just did. I feel like I’m young without a care in the world again and I don’t know why.”

Matt tapped his fingers on the table, tilting his head at her. “You don't...?”

Before (Y/n) could answer, the lounge band changed their tune, and the lounge singer began the next song.

It took Matt a second to gather the nerve, but he stood up and held out his hand for (Y/n), breathing an inaudible sigh of relief once he felt her take it. He led her to the center of the dance floor, amazingly avoiding bumping into the other dancers on the floor.

(Y/n) leaned into his embrace, winding her arms around his neck as he held her waist. It felt almost silly how much distance Matt had put between the two, (Y/n) couldn’t help but lean in close and whisper in his ear. “You don’t have to leave room for Jesus right now, Matt...”

He chuckled and pulled her closer, until they were chest to chest. She rested her head against his shoulder and closed her eyes.

“I think it’s because of you...” (Y/n) said, half hoping Matt would hear her and half hoping he wouldn’t.

Matt hummed quietly, prompting her to continue.

“You have faith in me... From day one you’ve had faith in me. I think my whole life, people have only seen failure in me. My own parents... there’s a reason why I don’t go home...” She confessed, feeling his hold on her tighten ever so slightly.

“I’ve never seen failure in you, (Y/n)...” Matt said, feeling her shift in his arms to look at him.

“And what does a blind man see when he looks at me?”

Matt stared down at her, struggling to find his thoughts as (Y/n) absentmindedly played with the collar of his shirt.

“I see fire in you, (Y/n)...”

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