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your good will: 34

never too much

a/n: hi guys. an update. this is the latest chapter i've written, and i wanted to publish it now so it'll be something for a while. because...... my diploma work is gonna take me the next week or more to finish, and it's A LOT of work. i'm exhausted and stressed out of my mind already, but i can do it, so i have to sacrifice writing and other things for just a short while, and then i'll be back. so have this while i'm gone for a bit. what do you guys think about argyle? i honestly can't wait to write him into this story as a side character, he's soooo fun and i feel like maggie would have fun with him, too (no cheating, i promise). so happy reading!

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It seems each night is easier than the last, for both Maggie and Steve.

Sleeping together has made their slumber heavier, and Steve hasn't had a nightmare since that first night Maggie stayed over, which he counts as a big success when he wakes up calmly and realizes his dreams were nothing but pleasant. He blinks his eyes open and rubs his face over with his hands, a way of waking himself up faster. He knows he's got a sort-of a busy day ahead of him, and he knows himself and his ways of sleeping in late very well, so he knows he has to get up as early as possible.

The clock on his nightstand tells him it's just a few minutes past nine am, and Steve is pretty pleased with that. He turns back around in the bed to still lay in it just a little longer, and he finds Maggie waking up, too. Wordlessly, he withdraws his arm from underneath her to let her have the regular morning stretch, knowing her well enough to be able to tell when and how she does it. He just lays next to her and looks out the window while she stretches, wondering how she feels today.

Maggie turns to lay on her stomach by Steve's side, and she greets him with a gentle smile, her fingers picking at each other afterwards. Her eyes seem more serious than usually, so something must be on her mind. “Hey there,” Steve tells her and moves his body slightly over onto its side so he'd have a closer look at her, “penny for your thoughts?” He asks as he continues to study her serious face.

She gives Steve a shrug at first. “Nothing interesting, really,” she says, but Steve can tell it's not true. Well, to her, maybe, but to him - every thought of hers is interesting.

“Come on,” he pokes her leg slightly with his own, “you can tell me anything. And you always have something interesting on your mind, anyway.” Steve says and tilts his head. That compliment makes Maggie smile.

“Alright,” she says, “I was just thinking of uh, the last… normal day, so it seems, before all of this. I'd visited Hop during the day,” Maggie admits and lays her head back on the pillow it was previously resting on. She sighs deeply, staring at the headboard in front of her, “and then you and I went to Lovers' Lake, remember?” She looks to Steve, and he nods. A soft smile tugs at Maggie's lips. “I told you I was already missing that day, and for good reason. That was literally the last day before shit hit the fan again.” She sighs heavier. “I brought Hop lunch to work, and… we had made plans to, uh��” she makes a chuckle, “I was gonna teach him how to make pasta carbonara at the cabin.” Maggie smiles, but an absent look paints across her face. Steve nods, listening intently. “We were supposed to do it last saturday, I think. Couldn't have been this Saturday because of LiveAid, so… last Saturday.” Her smile fades. “It just hurts, you know?” Maggie looks to Steve with the hope for understanding from him. And there's plenty of that.

“Yeah, I can imagine,” he tells her quietly, “you know you can talk to me about him, right?”

Maggie gives him a nod. But at the thought of Steve and Hopper, she has another chuckle. “He never really liked you, you know?” She tells Steve, and he raises his eyebrows. “I didn't even realize I never told you that, but it wouldn't have made a difference.” She breathes a light chuckle.

Steve shakes his head, confused. “Wouldn't have made a difference? He's like a father to you, Mags, he was a very important man to be liked by.” Steve makes a point, and Maggie chuckles whole-heartedly now. “Why didn't he like me?”

Maggie shrugs. “I don't know, really,” she says, “maybe not you exactly, but just… disliked the fact that you were with me.” She looks at him again. “He's very protective of his kids, and the women around him. I was like a daughter to him, as well, just like El was.” She looks down at her hands. “Maybe he just doesn't like his girls having boyfriends. He didn't like Mike very much, either.”

“Oh?” Steve raises his eyebrows in surprise. “Interesting. But yeah, sounds about right. No father is happy to let his daughter go off with a boy, or a man–whatever.” Steve shrugs, and Maggie gives him a sneaky glance.

“Hey,” she calls out to him, and Steve looks at her, “thought we'd established yesterday that we both deserve each other.” Maggie says, and Steve shakes his head with a laugh in response.

“Yeah, yeah.”

“Look,” Maggie scoots closer to Steve, “Hopper is important to me, always will be. And as much as his opinion is important to me, as long as I'm happy with you, I won't take his or anyone else's grumpiness about us to heart.” She assures him. “Okay?”

Steve's face cracks into a grin. “And you are happy with me?” He makes sure, and Maggie just gives him a sure nod without hesitance.

“I'd tell you if I wasn't,” she says and cuddles into his side. Steve lays his arm lazily across her form, “you make me the happiest girl in the world, Steve.” That makes the boy smile.

“I'm glad to have that honor,” he tells her and lays a kiss in her hair, “Hopper's a complicated guy. Very intimidating, too. Those times when I was over at your house on the birthday parties, and he was there, too, I was mostly scared to talk to him.”

Maggie groans with a shake of her head. “Ugh, you're just like him, Steve!” She says and laughs. “What is with this prejudice and weird opinions of each other, I don't get it…” she lays with her back facing Steve now. “You men.” That makes Steve burst out laughing, even though the words kinda hurt his pride. “Always have to over-complicate everything with these weird things…” Maggie sighs. “You're also a complicated guy.”

“Wh–how am I a complicated guy?” He's in disbelief, and Maggie shakes her head. She turns back around to face him.

“How are you not,” she tells him, “your feelings and how you express them and don't express them–that is all very complicated. You think you shouldn't feel this or that, when it's completely human to feel every single thing under the sun! You'll just… make everything more complicated if you don't express exactly what you feel in the most fitting way possible.” She turns to lay on her back. “And then you assume you shouldn't show certain things when I'm around, and you have a complicated relationship with your parents, you know… all of that.” She mumbles.

Maggie knows Steve's watching her with a goofy grin all the while. She also knows that he loves it when she's feisty or very passionate like this, worked-up maybe. He's told her a couple times, because that's exactly how rarely he gets to see her like that - just a couple times. She's not one to stand up for herself, she'd rather just ignore any blow or bite towards herself from others rather than stand up and say something in return. So when she does get a little pissed off, worked-up or just feisty, it's a sweet sight for Steve.

Right now, she just tries to ignore that grin and look of his, but it's not working. Even though she's looking away, she can't help but smile, and Steve sees that, too. He knows he's irresistible, and that its extent sometimes really annoys her. So when he leans down to lay a kiss on her cheek or wherever else, Maggie is quick to shake her head and sit up in their bed. “Come on, we have to shower so you can take me home,” she tells him and stands up on her two feet on the carpeted floor. But Steve doesn't move for the next few moments, he just watches her walk across his bedroom to his bathroom, nothing but underwear and his shirt clothing her body. When she notices he hasn't got up yet, she pauses by the bathroom door and looks over her shoulder at him.

Steve pouts. “Don't want you to leave so soon,” he tells her. Maggie shakes her head and chuckles. This man…

“We'll see each other on Saturday, Steven,” she says and uses that nickname for him she knows he hates. And it shows now. His playful expression dropping immediately makes Maggie, in turn, giggle harder. Steve hurriedly gets the covers off of him, and then he's in a full sprint towards Maggie. A smile stretches his serious features even now, as he makes to tackle her down for that nickname as payback.

And so the both of them fall to the floor of the dark bathroom, limbs entangled together, laughing like hell, laughing until their stomachs and even bruises hurt. And Steve's tickling her, as well, not letting her rest, only aiming to annoy her more but to make her laugh while he annoys her. That plan is going well so far. “Don't,” Steve says between tickles and both of their laughs, “call me that.” He says, but Maggie only laughs even harder.

“St–stop, stop!” She protests against his tickling mania, but Steve doesn't let. Only after a few minutes does he stop, and Maggie feels like she can breathe again. God, he makes her breathless in more ways than one. She sighs heavily as she looks up at Steve, her hand running through her own hair. “Won't do it again, I promise.” She tells him, though the grin on her lips promises otherwise. Steve shakes his head at that.

“You tease,” he tells her. Maggie only sticks her tongue out in response, giggling like crazy afterwards.

“I'll be all yours Saturday night, I promise,” she says, “that I can promise. After everyone leaves.” Maggie sends Steve a wink, and that makes him raise his eyebrows slightly. They'd agreed to that already, but just a reminder of it makes him pleasantly surprised. He leans back so he'd be sitting beside Maggie now, and she gets to see his toned, bare chest in all its glory above her. Her teeth sink into her lower lip as she looks him over, and her hands fidget slightly as she somehow feels nervous again, as if it was her first time seeing him without a shirt. She remembers that time very well.

Steve grins. “Like what you see?” He asks, one hand on his thigh and the other running through his mess of hair. Maggie nods, and now is Steve's turn to make a teasing grin. “Let's shower, then. Fun's over.” He says and helps her stand up. Maggie chuckles.

“That's definitely the opposite of fun stopping.” She says. “With you especially.” That comment earns her a kiss on the head from Steve, to which she can hardly respond to because next thing she knows is he's pulling that shirt of his she wore to bed up and over her head. Once they're face to face again, Steve gives her a loopy grin, and Maggie giggles at that expression. She's so in love with him. Anything he does amuses her.

“Love you, you know that?” He softly asks before they rid themselves of their underwear. Maggie laughs. Of course she knows that. She's reminded of the fact all the time when she's with Steve. When he helps her undress before the shower, when he turns on the hot water for them both, when he holds her close to him as they stand in the shower. And the way with which he looks at her. And how he always has the thought to be affectionate with her, at all times. His constant touches anywhere, wherever he can reach–it's his love language. All the gestures, and the thoughts behind them. They're proof of his love for her, and so many more things are, too, and Maggie adores them. Just like she adores him.

After their shower, the pair of them get down to the kitchen to make some breakfast. They find the kitchen in slight disarray from the past few days, and though Steve makes a point that he'll clean everything up, both of them are too famished at the moment to think about cleaning. After they're done eating, however, Maggie insists on helping him pull the house together.

Steve shakes his head. “It's my house, and I'll clean it,” he tells her, a dish sponge already in hand, “I do know how to clean, you know.” He reminds her jokingly, a pointed index finger in the air.

Maggie sighs with a slight smile on her face. “I know you do,” she answers, “it's just that I've been here, too, and it's my mess, too. Kinda.” She shrugs. Steve turns back around to face her, his hips leaned against the counter that his hands are gripping.

“You're my guest, baby, okay?” He says. “I don't mind, I never do. You gotta let me do something for you once in a while, too, you know?” Steve points out with a sheepish grin and turns back around to continue doing the dishes.

Those words sit on Maggie's mind. They're similar to those her mom told her a few days ago. That actually seems like eternity ago, but it's just been a few days. A few days since Maggie called Steve, a few days since she and her mom had their long conversations about everything. She told Maggie something about… letting people take care of her for a change.

But it is in her nature to take care of everyone around her. It's a crucial part of her dna, and she can't shake it as easily as people would want her to. She wants to help, wants to take care, wants to tend to everyone, whoever they are. It's some sort of motherly instinct she can't quite explain the roots of. But Maggie knows that Steve and her mother are both right. She does need to take a day off sometimes. The world's not gonna fall apart if she doesn't lend a helping hand for a day or two.

So she says, “okay,” and leaves the kitchen to get her clothes and other little things from Steve's room together. While she does that, the tune from one of the songs in Back to the Future playing on repeat in her head so much so that she starts humming it, Maggie lingers on this packing process. She picks her clothes up one by one and folds them to stuff them into her bag. And she realizes that it's what she'll be doing very soon. Not just packing away these few clothes, but packing away everything she owns.

She stalls a little in her way, just for a few seconds, while she really takes that in. Her eyes blink slowly. She doesn't know how soon yet, but in some time this is all she will be doing. Packing her clothes, her books, her photo albums, her type-writer, her records. Wrapping some things in bubble wrap, putting them into bags and boxes and marking them as fragile and not fragile, marking them with a color for the room they'll be going in. She'll probably have to help El and Will with their stuff, as well. Though mom will probably volunteer for that position, too. And something tells Maggie that Steve could, too.

It's probably gonna be hard on him. As it will be on all of them. Those four walls in her room, and all the other walls and corners in their house here, in Hawkins, is the place Maggie has called home her entire life up until now. Though, truth be told, she'll probably still call it home, and picture it absent-mindedly when she thinks or speaks the word 'home'. How can she ever truly leave that place? And how can they give a house full of memories, childhoods and adventures to complete strangers?

Maggie will have new routes from home to school in the new town or city. Maybe she'll even have new woods to explore. It would sound a lot more appealing and exciting to her if it wasn't for the grim side of the situation. New things and places and people to discover is exciting, but… she's attached to Hawkins. Very much attached. And not just geographically.

She holds the last article of clothing to be packed to her chest and gives Steve's bedroom a look-over. These dark blue walls and this carpeted floor. That king-sized bed, clothes thrown around carelessly and some scarce posters on the walls. Pictures on the nightstand. She'll not be seeing these four walls for some time, too. Her chest makes a heavy sigh as a pout grows on her lips. Looking at each corner and spot in the room, different memories spark up like drops of color in clear water. Laughter, focus, teasing, intimacy, earnestness, closeness, freedom. All of those things were felt here, were experienced here, in many different ways. Such fond memories have been made here.

How will she be able to look at a completely new room, a new house, and feel nothing? Nothing but dread, sadness, and maybe even remorse. Move to a stale new house that's completely estranged to Maggie and her family, a foreign ground. It will be weird, to say the least. But maybe good memories will be made there, too. Eventually…

The radio is playing at medium volume as Steve sits behind the steering wheel and Maggie stares at the road ahead in the passenger seat beside him. Her eyes blank and tired, mind and heart filled with thoughts, conclusions, wonderings. She sighs quietly. Steve looks over at her for just a moment, knowing how important it is to keep his eyes on the road in this particular part of town.

“Hey, I was thinking,” he starts to say, and glances over at Maggie once again, to see if she's coherent and present, in a way. She turns her head to look at him, and her eyes hold nothing but wet and deep sadness, “maybe I could come over for dinner after that Gremlins screening,” Steve suggests. He knows Gremlins and the thought of watching it again will cheer her up. He raises his eyebrows for slight effect.

Maggie nods subtly. “Sure,” she agrees, “if it's not gonna be screening too late.” She makes a pause of silence, thinking the offer over. “Do you remember the date?” She looks up at Steve from her hands.

“Um…” he squints his eyes in the sun as he tries to remember, “it was nearly a whole week that they were showing it. From… next Wednesday to Saturday.” Steve says and gives Maggie a confirming nod. “Not a week, but…”

Maggie makes a gentle smile. “I got it,” she says and turns her eyes back to the road, “well…” she sighs heavily, “we could do Thursday, maybe, a week from now? I'll have to ask mom.”

“Thursday? Hmm,” Steve says and raises his left hand as if to look at a wristwatch. Maggie furrows her eyebrows, “Thursday might not be very good for me, actually. I have… nothing at 10am, nothing at 2pm, and then another nothing from 4 to 9pm that day.” He looks over to slightly-amused Maggie with a scrunched-up nose, putting on his best performance of disappointment. She giggles, her cheeks blushing up, immediately making Steve's acting façade drop. He can't help but melt into a smile at the sight of hers.

He turns back to look at the road, that smile still on his face. And Maggie's lips are still curved into a smile, as well. “As funny as you are,” she says to him as he pulls up on Old Cherry Road, “we need to do it before mom breaks the news to everyone else. I don't want the mood to be… off, I guess.”

Steve glances at Maggie as he makes a turn. “Oh,” he says, “uh, yeah, okay.” Maggie's glad he understands.

“I know she wants to do it as soon as possible, so we have to move in quick.” She concludes and peels off her seat as they drive up to the Mayfield's house. There's two little heads poking out of the front door already. Maggie unbuckles her seatbelt, and looks over at Steve. “I'll go get her.” She tells him quietly, and seconds after isn't even sure why she said it. Steve nods at her words either way. “Unless… you wanna try to?” Maggie offers.

Steve's eyebrows raise. His eyes switch between Maggie and the view outside her door's window. “I–I could try,” he agrees, “could use the chance to invite Max to LiveAid, as well.” Maggie nods with a subtle, slightly-proud smile on her lips. She slinks back into her seat as her eyes are still on Steve's all the while. She can see he gets a little nervous, and only after a few moments remembers to unbuckle his seatbelt. Maggie stifles a chuckle, and hopes Steve just won't chicken out of this. “If you see me bolting back to the car, take that as a sign to take over.” He says before moving to open his door, but he stalls. Steve turns back to look at Maggie, at Maggie, who's looking at him cluelessly, unaware of his motives. She pats his hand, but then is surprised by a quick kiss from him on the lips. When Steve pulls away and looks into her wide eyes, he grins. “Just a little courage.” He says and kisses her again. How she wants to make him stay here for the rest of the day and not move an inch away from her… She grins into the second kiss. “You know, some men need alcohol for courage.” Steve states with an important air to his voice. Maggie raises quizzical eyebrows at him and tilts her head, as if asking him something. “But I… just need you.” Steve finishes, and his words make Maggie chuckle.

She pats his chest and pushes him slightly away, so he'd be on his promised way. “You have me,” she assures, “now go.” Maggie gives Steve a certain look, because she just knows his ways too well. “Go on,” she urges when Steve gives her the second series of those lovey-dovey eyes he usually does when something's on his mind, such as procrastination or a wicked plan B. He grins and shakes his head at how well she knows him, and finally does pull away and get out of his car. The thud of his door closing introduces silence to Maggie, but she knows she won't get bored. She turns to sit more on her right side and watches Steve through the window, watches him approach the two girls on Max's doorstep.

A smile stretches her lips as she sees Steve moving to hug both girls, and he actually succeeds, though Maggie sees from here how unexpected a little awkward that exchange is for both girls. She laughs into her hand, nearly getting second-hand embarrassment from the scene. But with half her face hidden by her hand, she raises her eyes and continues to watch what's happening.

Steve's conversing with the girls, hands on his hips. Then he offers to take El's bag from her, and she accepts, so he throws the backpack that looks a little silly and small on him over his shoulder and nods. After a bit more conversation which Maggie can't hear, he gives Max a high five and begins walking El back to the car. As she feels that either or both of them might be looking towards her, she slowly shifts in her seat so it would look like she wasn't watching everything. A playful smile still tugs at her lips, and she just stares ahead while Steve helps El get in and settle inside nicely.

Once she's sitting down and Steve is making his way around the car, Maggie turns around in her seat to see El. She looks… better, if Maggie might say so herself. Her hair looks a little different–Max has done a hairstyle on it that looks pretty good, and natural. El's still wearing her own clothes, and she looks a little more up-beat than the last time Maggie saw her. That natural stoic face she was taught to wear in her earlier years has been replaced by a more natural expression, one that looks like El is about to start smiling any next second. Maggie smiles wide at the girl.

“Hey,” she says in a soft voice, reminding El of a whisper. She gives Maggie that smile she was waiting for.

“Hi,” El responds and tugs nervously at her seatbelt, “thanks for… coming to get me.” She says and Maggie just gives her a shrug.

“Always, sweetheart,” Maggie tells her, and the sounds of Steve opening the door and getting inside interrupt their conversation a bit. But Maggie doesn't turn away from El, “how do you feel? Have you eaten anything today?”

Eleven shrugs. “Cereal,” she says, and at first Maggie thinks she's dodging her first question, but then she's proven wrong. She chuckles at the choice of meal El had, “I feel… okay.” Maggie sees her glancing from Steve to her hands, and it makes her realize that the poor girl probably feels exposed in front of him. Last time the three of them were together, El didn't say much. But she's talkative when she's alone with Maggie. So that explains it, she guesses. She feels awkward talking about her feelings and overall herself in front of someone else who isn't Maggie. Who isn't someone she trusts that much.

“You wanna go home?” Maggie asks her, and El gives her a nod. “You sure you don't wanna stay with Max?” Maggie teases.

Eleven gives her a quiet laugh in response, Steve starts the car up again. “Max needs… to be alone, too,” she says and looks outside her window as Steve begins driving. Maggie and him exchange a quick glance, and then Maggie looks back at Eleven. She's so much more… in touch than the both of them expected.

“Okay,” she tells her and turns back around in her seat, so she'd be sitting correctly, “you're right about that.” Maggie looks at Steve again, and they giggle at seeing that the both of them have that same certain smile on their faces. Maggie shakes her head and Steve pulls his car onto the road again.

“You have your seatbelt on, El?” Steve asks, glancing at the younger girl through his rear-view mirror. Maggie just thought to ask that question. Eleven gives him a look in return, complimented by a smile, and nods while tugging the seatbelt in question upwards, so that Steve would see. “Uh–huh, good.” Steve says in response and gives El a big smile. Maggie chuckles into her hand and keeps looking out the window. Always the baby-sitter.

“What did Max say?” She asks Steve after a couple moments. There's that silence settled between the three of them in the car, which Maggie knows that Steve hates. So because she's genuinely curious and wants her boyfriend to not feel on edge during this wonderfully simple car ride, she thought of the first thing to ask him.

“Oh, uh… I asked her whether she wants to come over for LiveAid on Saturday,” Steve starts to say, “she… didn't seem very excited, but… she told me she'll think about it.”

“Mmm,” Maggie nods along, “well… I'd love for her to be there, but I understand if she won't make it.” She says and looks over her shoulder at El again. “What do you think, El? Wanna watch some musicians dance around on stage to raise money for children who need it? Saturday?” She gives El a subtle smile.

She returns one, though she looks like she's not fully here right now. Maggie can understand that. “Sounds funny,” she says, which makes Maggie laugh again, but in an affectionate manner, “will Mike be there?”

Maggie exchanges a look with Steve. He shrugs. “If he wants to, yeah,” he says, “I'll ask the boys today, alright, El? Maggie will let you know.” Steve gives Eleven an encouraging smile. Maggie glances between El and Steve, and she notices the subtle blush and smile on El's face. What could it be for? Steve calling her by the nickname probably. He's charming even her now, is he? Maggie looks at her boyfriend and leans her head against the seat's headrest. He gives her an oblivious look with raised eyebrows, but diverts it back to the road soon, after Maggie makes a smile and a shake of her head at him. It's nothing. To her, it's just a little amusing.

But that's Steve for her. The naturally ever-charming Steve Harrington, who was King of Hawkins High. Able to woo girls with just a smile or a single word. And that's younger girls for Maggie, too, of course. She knows how she was at El's age–which, she assumes, is 14 or 15–when an older boy talked to her. Even if it was just a prank, it made her all flustered.

Now Steve is in the role of older sister's boyfriend, which is the right material for a kind-of intimidating and charming role. And, of course, he's very charming naturally already, so those two factors just add up. So now you've got this older guy, big sister's boyfriend Steve who'll swoon any girl he looks at. Including El, though she only appreciates that he's nice to her and includes her in the conversations he has with Maggie.

The adults or older teenagers in this top-secret Upside Down group have always cared for the kids, of course, but they've never really been inclusive to the younger kids. Maybe it's because of the age difference, that could be. But Maggie has always tried to blur that line drawn between these two groups, no one else has before. But El appreciates that Steve is doing that, too. What with his friendship with Dustin–the younger boy once said Steve's like an older brother he always thought he wished for–and with everything that happened last year and this summer. And now his intention to talk and maybe even bond a little with Eleven. She sees all of that, and she appreciates it. Not really her intention to blush and smile, that's just a natural reaction she can't help. Taking the way she was raised – by very cold and controlling people – she really appreciates any sort of kindness.

“Okay, girls, we're here,” Steve states the obvious as he pulls up in front of the Byers' house. Maggie's eyes fall onto the repaired wall with the hole in it, and memories from one certain night splash up in her mind like water thrown suddenly from a glass. Maggie unbuckles her seatbelt and spins around in her seat to look at El, giving her a smile.

“I'll be right there,” Maggie says, hinting to her sister that she needs a couple moments with Steve. Eleven understands without hesitance, and nods. Maggie watches her unbuckle her seatbelt and grab her bag, pushing the car door open and getting out by herself next. Steve would have opened the door for her, but he's in a bit of a misunderstanding about what's happening here, so he stays put in his oblivious state. Once El is out of the car, Maggie watches her walk up to their family home and then turns back to Steve.

“What's that all about?” Steve asks with a nervous chuckle.

“Wanted to say goodbye without making El feel… awkward,” Maggie says and then leans closer to Steve, her body still rested in the seat. Steve nods, realization crossing his face, “so,” Maggie says quietly, “Saturday? What time do I have to be there? With El, hopefully?” She makes a sweet smile.

Steve doesn't catch on at the first instance, but when he does, he nods. LiveAid. “Well…” he reaches a hand towards Maggie slowly as he talks, “REO Speedwagon's gonna be on stage at 10am already…”

“That early?” Maggie's face scrunches up slightly. She's not exactly a fan of waking up early. Steve nods.

“It's not that early,” Steve defends, “it's REO Speedwagon, after all.” He makes a point as his hand now rests atop Maggie's on her thigh. She smiles at his point, and nods along. Steve catches the far-away look in her eyes with which she glances out of the window, and he reaches his hand out to stroke her cheek with his finger softly. Maggie turns her eyes to him once more at that gesture, now holding a sort-of questioning gaze in them. “You sure you want to do Saturday? With everyone?” he asks her quietly.

Maggie furrows her eyebrows. Steve's anxieties have risen again. He worries he's putting too much on her again, having forgotten it's in her nature–like he said himself–to take care of everyone. Such a sudden attack of those nervous thoughts, sudden and out of thin air. “Yeah, I'm sure,” Maggie assures and then tilts her head at Steve, her eyes squinting at him and lips holding a slight nervous smile, “why? I know I'd forgotten about it, but I want to watch LiveAid with you, with Robin and the guys… Why the question now?”

Steve shrugs his shoulders, and gives Maggie a dismissive shake of his head. Dismissive towards his suspicions and worries. His eyes drop to his lap. “No, it's–it's nothing, I just…” he sighs, “don't wanna put too much on you now, you know,” Steve looks up at her again. Maggie searches his eyes, fondness overtaking her features, nearly making her tear up, “if you'd… rather be home with your mom and with El, it's no problem, we can watch LiveAid… another day.”

Maggie chuckles. “We don't even know when it'll be out on VHS, Steve,” she butts in.

“I can cancel the LiveAid watch, I can cancel my birthday party–I don't even know if I want it, you know–”

She furrows her eyebrows, “Woah, woah, woah. Slow down, Steve,” Maggie requests, now more genuine worry setting into her features. Steve's hesitant eyes find hers again, “you don't have to cancel everything, okay? Not for me, at least.” She makes a nervous chuckle. “And you're not putting… a lot on me. I promise.” She assures him.

“I just don't want you to feel like you have to do all these things as if nothing happened, you know,” Steve continues with a shrug, “you can stay back any time. I don't know how it feels to go through what you're going through right now, but I do understand if you want some… alone time, or time at home with your family.”

Maggie hears his words, takes them into account, but looks out the window again to really process them and come up with some decent response. It seems like Steve's under pressure, and he's worrying too much about things he shouldn't be worrying about. These anxieties have creeped into his mind out of thin air. She thought they'd settled all this without really doing it already, that everything was plain to see. Maggie breathes a short sigh. “I had some alone time already,” she tells him finally, “and I will still have it onwards,” she looks back at Steve, “and I'll have all the time in the world with my family because we're moving away. I'm sure I won't see anyone else for some time except them.” Maggie makes a breathy chuckle. Maybe those weren't the best words to say, but… she did say them, because it's what she thinks will happen. “Just… if I didn't want to do all these things with you, I'd tell you. I want to watch LiveAid with all of you, and I want to plan the best birthday party for you with Robin,” she smiles at the idea of it, “it's not too much. Nothing with you could ever be too much for me, okay?” She looks into his eyes strongly for understanding.

Steve's eyelids flutter, he considers her words and plays them over again inside his head. And eventually he nods. Thank God. “Okay,” he tells her, and suddenly feels very emotional, as if there's a knot in his throat threatening to itch more and more until tears start spilling. Steve's eyes fall to his hands again, looking at the figures he draws on Maggie's skin with them, “I'm sorry I ever asked, I just…”

“No, it's okay,” Maggie says and instinctively reaches her hand towards Steve's cheek, cupping the side of his face and stroking his cheek gently afterwards. That makes his eyes immediately connect with hers, “you're looking out for me.” She states in a whisper, and Steve nods, though bashfully. Sometimes his pride doesn't let him feel good about people acknowledging his feelings. And he hates that pride for doing it sometimes. Maggie's thumb still softly caresses Steve's skin, and then she leans in closer to lay a kiss on his forehead, putting her other hand on his other cheek, too. Steve closes his eyes at the gesture, and realizes Maggie's never that before. Sure, she's kissed his cheek, and his neck and many other spots, but never his forehead. What a weird realization.

His arms wrap around her waist as they sit there awkwardly, Maggie's head rested atop his, their bodies slightly uncomfortably leaning across the car's console. “I'll call Robin and Dustin up,” Steve says dreamily, “tell Dustin to tell Mike and Lucas,” he continues, and Maggie chuckles at his words, “and I'll see you… Saturday.”

Maggie pulls slightly away and looks at Steve with a wide smile, “bright and early,” she confirms and boops his nose with her index finger, “I could bake something for all of us… a pie or something,” Maggie suggests. Steve scoffs, but with a grin.

“You think those teenagers eat anything other than chips and M&Ms?” He asks, and the question makes both of them burst out laughing. “No, but they'll love it. They love anything you make, actually.”

“They do?” Maggie asks. “I've never heard that…” Steve just smiles up at her at that confession.

“They do, I promise,” he says, “make whatever you like, and they'll eat it up. I'll buy some things, too, go proper grocery shopping. Mom and pops called a few days ago, and said they'll be out of town longer. Thank God, actually.” Steve laughs nervously.

“Oh, business trip?” She asks him. “I actually met them that day I left your house, before… everything went down.” Steve nods.

“Yeah, they mentioned it,” he says, “won't even be in town for my birthday.” Steve says quietly, a breathy, sad tone over his voice as he speaks. Maggie looks at him sadly. She thought he didn't want to celebrate his birthday, but parents not being there for the celebration or even acknowledgement can sure hurt, even or especially if they're not the best parents in the world.

“They'd just ruin your mood if they were there,” she points out, hoping that it'll cheer him up, or at least make him look at the situation more realistically. Steve nods with a sad chuckle, “but I'll be there. And Robin. And a lot of people we're not particularly friends with, but… it'll be fun, I promise.” Maggie assures. “I'll ask Will about LiveAid, and I'll see you then, okay?” She makes sure, wanting these to be the first of their parting words. Steve looks at her after they've slinked back into their seats and Maggie's now getting out of the car slowly. “Nine thirty am, Saturday.”

Steve nods with a wide, tight-lipped smile. “See you then, baby,” he says in response. Maggie's cheeks heat up with a blush, and she gives him a smiling nod. She takes her bag, pulls it over her shoulder and gets out of Steve's car by herself. Steve watches her close the door, smile and wave at him, and make her way towards her family house, her white sneakers contrasting her tan legs and the colors of her dress just the right way. He watches her up until the moment she disappears into her house through the front door, and he drives away from there with a single thought in his head. She's the best thing that's ever happened to him.

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lilolilyr · 8 months

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Tagged by @banashee to post 10 of my favorite comfort movies and then tag 10 people, thanks! <3 just had a look at yours again after writing mine, we agree on LotR :D and adsfg I really need to watch Rocky Horror one of these days (I've seen it live before, but never the movie I think?? Oupsie xD fast ne Bildungslücke!)

1. Lord of the Rings (whole trilogy but if I have to choose one then Return of the King)

Comfort movie: battles and darkness and Winning

A++

2. Racing Stripes

(The film's in colour but it looks like this is the only gif I can find when I type in the title lmao)

One of a handful of taped movie me and my sister watched on repeat as a kid. Big nostalgia

3. Chestnut: Hero of Central Park

I can't find a gif for that one at all, but it's another cute kids movie I used to watch A Lot and still sometimes return to for the comfort of nostalgia and safety

4. Monte Carlo

I love all those silly switcharoo films, also the princess switch and its sequels etc, but Monte Carlo was the first one I watched and I still love to watch it for some mindless destress entertainment xD

Ummmm okay what else we got, I can't actually easily think of comfort!movies, I've got a whole bunch of comfort TV shows that come to mind, and movies I love but that aren't exactly /comfort/... *Goes through my Ao3 fandom list* no nothing clicks nothing clicks... Oh!

5. Pitch Perfect

Just the first one tbh, I mean the others are fun too but this one's a comfort film for me!

6. murder, she said

I adore Miss Marple, and this version of Miss Marple specifically! I've watched this one so many times :)

7. The Parent Trap

It's cute. Okay? It's cute xD and I've probably watched this version at least as often as the German one I'll add next, probably bc this one was on TV more often? Idk, I couldn't actually say which one I like more

8. Charlie & Louise

Again no gifs on here, but I adore this film! Also as you can maybe tell I'm actually running out of ideas and the Real comfort would be reading the book version of Das Doppelte Lottchen that both this and the parent trap are loosely based on xD my mom still has an old hardcover version and I've always adored that book, wished I had a twin whenever I read it as a kid!

9. Pride and Prejudice

Alright so th Colin Firth series version is better and the YouTube Lizzie's diaries or what it is is the best anyway but we're doing movies here and the Keira Knightley version Is definitely a comfort film for me so here goes

Ok so there are Definitely pride and prejudice gifs somewhere on tumblr. It just won't show them in the search results for sommme reason. Seems to be because it has the word 'pride' in it, because whenever I type that it switches to the 'create your own gif' error image. @staff what's up with that? Latent homophobia again?

10. Kyss Mig

First wlw film I ever watched, I still remember watching it (on mute, with English subtitles, there's no German or English dub anyway) in my parents' living room when I was 12 or so, with the computer display turned away from everyone else, actually pretending to be on tumblr (the rule was we had to be at least in the same room for evening family time even if I was uninterested in whatever movie or sports the others were watching but I was allowed to be on tumblr) and trying not to show any reaction to the screen bc at the time I had no idea what my parents' stance regarding LGBT ppl was (parents, tell your kids when you're okay with them being gay, bc they might be and they won't just Know that you're okay with that!), and idk I've had friends tell me it's not their fav film and maybe it's mainly the nostalgia for me but I still absolutely adore this movie and have rewatched it many times

Tagging my mutuals, friends and collaborators <3 @toboldlynerd @lavendelhummel @squishmittenficfan @purlturtle @mimi-mindless @asstraightasau-turn @katieswain123 @verajasmijnart @artax-risen @bookgirlfan only if you want to do it of course! :) & pls lmk if you'd rather I didn't tag you in the future!

Edit: looking at old posts in my 'movie tag' and 'comfort movies' tags now like omg! Of course! Mr&Mrs Smith, Lara Croft, Mean Girls, Carol..... Also I only just thought of Miss Congeniality! Adsfghjkl I really have 0 memory sometimes!

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focusandrelaxforme · 9 months

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Documenting My Subject's Hypno Slavery Journey (Part 8)

- After her subdrop, we took things easy for a bit before getting back into it. Add to that her incoming trip, and just general busyness, and finding time for proper sessions has been difficult.

- That said, my plan is to come up with a more structured approach that will effectively leave her with instructions and guidance even when I can't interact with her directly in the moment.

- Part of that is having her be more available to her husband, so that she gets the feeling of being used.

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Dear Diary,

I feel like I haven't wrote in so long...but in reality its only been a day.. Not a lot has happened since my last entry. I suffered from a bit of a rough sub drop and Master let me take the day to recover. He offered to give me a bit more freedom, but I declined. That makes me feel a bit empty. He was very easy on me...except my "rest" day still involved a 10 min killer ab workout haha. But don't tell him.. I really don't mind.. i crave the control. I need to be under his control...and I desperately need to obey. The last couple days Master has been busy with work and the holiday. And I'm sure he is very tired. So I have found myself alone a lot. Which really only makes me realize how much I crave the control. I really need to find myself a hobby to do when he is busy.. or something he can assign to me. Ill have to think about that. Is it weird that I've grown to miss someone that I've only known for a week? I don't want to be seen as a crazy person. I just got used to him being there I guess. Thankfully he has still been in and out to give me little instructions...which has helped keep.me in check. He instructed me to go deep to do this journal and omg am I going deep right now. Sooo deep. I haven't been this deep in a few days and woah. Spinny!

Anyway.. idk what I am even talking about at this point. Master has promised me that he would help me deal with my anxiety and insecurities. Its embarrassing to admit that I even have the. O want to come across as a sexy confident slave...but with him i melt. And no Master, not like the creepy Indiana jones gif you sent me.

On Sunday we spent all day being sarcastic and fun. I genuinely enjoy my conversations with him...and i hope he feels the same. He has a great sense of humor...and makes me laugh like an idiot at my phone a lot. On Monday I woke up feeling relaxed...and upon putting in my lush for the day, I started to go deep. Maybe it's my lush causing it now? Is that a trigger? Anyway.. i found myself filled with energy and feeling so sassy and confident. I almost feel like I cant mess anything up...like I couldn't make a mistake if I tried. Its weird.. like I felt perfect. It lasted for a few hours at work again like Saturday.. where I was able to be high functioning while also being a deep slave for Master. Something caused me to fall out if it though after a some time. I started to get anxiety and then I was back aware. I was sad to not be happy and deep anymore. Being deep feels so nice. I feel like a happy, calm person . And i feel like my whole body is on edge and just waiting for my Masters next message. I enjoy it.. i have never had these experiences before.

Master has changed my lush instructions a bit to be a little bit safer for my body...just in case. So now I only wear it in the morning until lunch and then sometimes for a little bit at nigh for my workout. Maybe because its a trigger who knows. Well...except him. He knows everything haha.

Today he was at a forth of July party so I was home a lot alone.. but he gave me instructions to be a good slave and show my husband how much freedom. He gets for the 4th. I was to practice my obedience by telling him how deeply enslaved I am and by offering him my mouth all day. He surprisingly only took advantage of it once...and oh my.. was I deep. Master instructed me to forget about it.. but I fully remember now. i laid down my baby for a nap and then went and crawled into bed with him. He snuggled up ne t to my butt..as he always does.. and I shyly whispered that I was enslaved... in hopes he wouldn't judge me.. and then asked if he would like a blow job. He said he was alright at first...because he was half asleep.. but then about 20 mins later he woke me for it. i don't even know what came over me.. I love sucking cock normally...but I reallllly loved it today. I found my pussy aching around my lush as I licked repeatedly up and down my husbands cock and balls. He was moaning and telling me how great it felt. And I kept teasing him with mg tongue and then I would take his cock in my mouth and press it deep... i would fuck my face slowly and then quickly until i gagged on his cock.. then I would go back to licking. This went on for probably 25 mins.. and I couldn't get enough. I just felt hungry . I wanted to be so obedient for my Master.. My husband reached over and pulled down my PJs at one point and found my lush pressed into my pussy. He was a little shocked i think...and rubbed my pussy a little. It felt nice...but no where near as nice as when I was slamming his cock into my mouth for my Master. I could have cum from just that.. but I didn't ask when Master gave me the instructions.. so I was good and just let myself get to the edge. My husband finally came after I started moaning a little and whining.. i couldn't really speak...because I was so deep and into the blowjob.. he stroked his cock for me while I licked his balls and he came on top his stomach. Then I just zoned out and laid on the bed for a few minutes until i was a real person again. Then I found myself happy and bubbly for a while until my anxiety and insecurities settled back in again. I then convinced my husband to take me to get food...and I cried in the car.. not because of Master...but because of my trip coming up. I'm so stressed. How does one accept that their Mother has died.. when you lived in another state and hadn't spoken to her in months.

I don't want to be depressing and I have already filled a whole notepad at this point. Woah.

Umm anyway. I freaking miss my Master.. and I hate it. Why do I miss him. Quit being cute. (But really don't please)

Haha. Anyway ..im watching your comments! Feel free to say hi Xoxo I wrote way too much..

sorry,

slave.

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#hypno girl #hypno journal #hypnokink #hypnotized girl #kittysub #hypnosis #irlhypnosis #hypnosub

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disdaidal · 1 year

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super late but i just saw the gif related asks in my likes that u rbed, so: 1, 8, 9, 32, 34, 36, 41, 49! i'm nosey as shit and love hearing u talk about ur gifmaking skills 🥰💝

Awww Melia 🥰🥰😍😍💖💖

1. What are your top 3 favorite sets you’ve made?

This is such a tough question because having to choose three sets out of everything that I've ever made?! I've made hundreds of gifsets in different fandoms, how could I possibly choose only three?

Okay, okay, here goes:

JJ/Emily from Skins UK. I thought they were so cute and I just really like my coloring here. :3 I really miss this show and I keep thinking about making new Skins (gen 2) gifs every once in a while.

Sarge/Cleo from Cleopatra 2525. This remains one of my all-time favorite sets because a) it took me several hours to make it b) it was actually my first 2-gifs-in-1-canvas set ever and c) again, I just really like my coloring here. :)

Billy in purple. My favorite boy in one of my favorite colors. :) I just really, really like this one.

8. What gif trend do you hate?

I can't exactly remember what year it was when people used to make those colorless/washed-out gifs all the time? 2014? 2015? Anyway. While I kind of liked the look of some of them (and I made a few myself so I'm not so innocent heh), when literally everybody was making them, it made my dashboard quickly look so fucking dull and lifeless. I kept asking: where are all the colorful gifs / why do you guys hate colors so much? Ugh.

Also some of the recent trends... You know when people make those transitional b&w glitchy gifs? I go back and forth about it. Like, in a way, I kind of like the look. I think the effect looks cool and I can tell it's taken a lot of time & effort to make it happen. But I also have this thing called astigmatism in my eyes, and that glitchy effect makes me go all 😵. So I'm not a huge fan of that trend because of that. I still think it's cool though.

9. What/who inspired you to start making gifs?

Honestly, I can't even 100% remember anymore. XD I think I always just thought that gifs are cool and I guess I was just hoping to see more gifs about X and Y and couldn't find them, so, I figured I gotta do it myself. I made my very first gifs in the J-rock fandom and later, as a fan of the Norwegian actor Kristoffer Joner (who has like 5 fans on Tumblr, including me haha), so, I'm guessing I got my original inspiration from there. And here we are.

32. What is your favorite tool/adjustment layer in Photoshop?

Color Balance! :)

I nearly always use the same tools for my base coloring (curves, levels, b/c) and then finish it off with vibrance and curves. But obviously, coloring/color correction is my favorite part of gif-making. And I love Color Balance because you can make such powerful changes to your gifs with a minimum of fuss - also give them depth if you adjust Shadows and Highlights as well (and I nearly always do that).

I also like using Photo Filter, especially before Color Balance - especially when scenes are strongly tinted in yellow, blue, or green (ugh). It generally works great as a color neutralizer (or an emphasizer) and saves you from a lot of cursing and swearing most of the time.

34. A set that took you a long time/was really hard but you’re really proud of how it came out.

There are quite a few of those sets and some of them really didn't do quite well in the sense of popularity. XD

I would honestly say that most of my color palette, fake scenes, and lyrics edits all took a fair amount of time and most of them are something that I'm quite proud of.

In my less popular fandoms - Young Hercules, Hercules: the Legendary Journeys, Fear the Walking Dead, Z Nation - I spent hours, even days to rip them & convert them from my DVD/BR, not to mention the whole process of finally gifing them and all, so. They definitely took me a lot of time to make and I am still quite proud of them. Even if some of them are very old now and don't necessarily look as good anymore (thus why I've already started working on some fresh remakes :D).

36. Do you gif with something specific in mind or do you just wing it?

Both. Sometimes I have such detailed plans for gifsets (even now I have so many different projects in mind, just very little time or energy for all 🙃) and I spend so much time planning them and working on them (and then they get 30 likes and 2 reblogs, one from me lol). Then sometimes I just want to make something, fuck details and plans, I don't want to think about it all lmao. So I just make these simple character episode gifsets or random scenes that I liked etc.

41. What is your least favorite part about your gif making process?

Oh, let me see. Using software that requires at least 16GB RAM to run effectively, and my poor laptop only has 8GB, so. 🙃 Not always being able to run other programs (like Spotify) in the background - or having to restart PS - or occasionally having to wait for several minutes for it to even fucking import anything, then having to wait a few minutes more for it to crop and resize the goddamn thing - yeah, I love it so fucking much. 😎🤗 Not.

Not to mention how PS keeps crashing occasionally (especially CS5, which I no longer really use for that reason + crappy fonts and it's a shame because it actually works faster on my laptop so kjkgjkggk), plus countless other, lovely errors that may occasionally pop up with this otherwise lovely, "user-friendly" Adobe feature. Thus, I am so 🏴‍☠️☠️ this shit. Not sorry. 😇🤭

49. How much would you say you’ve improved since you first started giffing?

Some of the first gifs I've made (somewhere between 2012-2014 I think):

I think there's a clear improvement compared to my most recent ones 1 & 2. :) I try to pay more attention to the speed of my gifs now - I no longer try to make them slow or skip any frames if I have to. I also strive to use mostly HQ videos these days (albeit sometimes you really just can't find them anywhere and that's something you just gotta deal with 🙃😎).

Albeit I actually still do like even some of my older colorings, I no longer usually have to spend hours and hours (except on very rare occasions) fiddling with different coloring settings and feel depressed every five minutes because now I have more experience and knowledge with different PS tools. Of course, now that Tumblr also allows us to upload even bigger gifs (from 1MB to 10MB ftw), it's obviously given me more freedom to explore and improve myself as a gif maker. :D There's still much to learn ofc, but then again, there are still people who make such awesome gif tutorials here, so I love to take new tips from them whenever I can.

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gifmaker questions 💜

#replies #hotdadlicense #<333 #gifmaker asks #i gotta ask you some of these too so prepare yourself xD #gifs #photoshop #gif making

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sarah-dipitous · 1 year

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Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 30

The Blind Banker

"The Blind Banker"

What makes me sad about the Sherlock episodes is I don't think I'm ever going to be able to formulate any fun little games like I have for Supernatural (and may yet develop for Doctor Who). They just come up too infrequently.

I forgot how weird the cinematography in Sherlock can get. There was just this really small segment where...it felt like when a video games frame rate drops. Lasted like 10 seconds and then........like, why did you do that?

Moffat, I think, should be allowed to come up with concepts, but not be allowed to write...and especially not write female characters. This is the coldest take I may have ever had. It's just this poor museum worker...

Man, I've either skipped this episode a bunch of times or just paid far less attention during it because, while I can recall a FEW scenes and something of a general outline for the mystery, there's an HOUR AND A HALF OF STORY. And I know I can't fill in that much from memory.

Yeah, there's a life or death fight with a guy with a sword at 221B, but OMG JOHN IS ME. I prefer using the self-checkout when shopping, but because I know how. to. do. things. right., it's so frustrating when the machine doesn't cooperate. I very recently got to the end of all my scanning, everything was bagged, I was just down to PAYING and the computer decided to call for assistance. Not me, the computer, for no discernible reason. Anyway, John, I feel your pain

"I had a row with the chip and PIN machine" "You had a row?" "Sort of. It sat there and I shouted abuse." Well, now he's just me with every machine I have at work.

(Guys, we're less than 10 minutes in. I'm...extremely sorry for how long the Sherlock ones get. In my defense, this was my main obsession of the three back in the day.)

I'm sure somewhere on this website there's a gifset of Sherlock going around this office, dipping between the cubicles alongside gifs of David Tenant doing the same in Partners In Crime. I probably reblogged it back in the day (but that might have been before I really started tagging things)

Sure, some of the deductions are bullshit, but figuring out who the message was for was pretty impressive. Also, I will also never be mad at him putting the cops to shame.

Ok. I'm starting to remember, this is a smuggling ring...backed by Moriarty question mark??? I know he gets a mention at the end (sorry, we're now four weeks out from seeing him and i'm going to be ANNOYING)

--At this moment, 8:10pm, I've paused for the gazillionth time, but this time to go through the tag for the episode...and it's a shock to know that this is either THE episode with THE tight purple shirt that is the entire reason I use purple for the Sherlock titles or it's just the FIRST one with it. Omg. I've been scrolling and scrolling the tag for ages trying to find anything with that shirt in its actual color. You couldn't escape it ten years ago. Now? Nothing.

THIS shirt. God. I have to do EVERYTHING around here--

You can kind of tell that John's never done anything wrong ever in his entire life (save for the murder last episode, but even that was to defend someone who was about to be murdered-ish) by the way he didn't run the second Sherlock and the graffiti artist started running

One thing about John (and possibly just Martin Freeman) is that he really know how to yell at someone while barely raising his voice. I mean, suuuuure, is Sherlock getting attacked and nearly dying? Yeah, but John's annoyed with him.

Also, I didn't say this before, but I meant to...Sherlock's a lot better at lying to people to convince them to do things than Dean...or Sam, honestly.

Oh! Oh! Ohhhhh!! The number pairs are like...page number, word number of some book from that library book!! I'm piecing it together now!

Omg this Scotland Yard detective is insufferable. At least Lestrade knows he's outmatched and needs Sherlock's help. This guy won't believe there's a serial murderer even with three victims until Sherlock can prove it. Like won't even investigate it? At all??

I love Molly but I loathe how easily she gets played by Sherlock. How easily she's manipulated by him. The slightest compliment. Not even a compliment, honestly. First he just notices her hair is styled different, then says it suits her better like that. Dude. Stop falling for this, girl.

Look, I like Sarah and John, they're cute, but also my aro-spec ace ass could never accidentally (or not) say "good" when someone says they don't have a significant other after. ESPECIALLY if I've accused them of slacking on the job due to said non-existent partner. Good LORD.

How are you so bad at hiding that you almost get caught that easily??...No, you DID get caught that easily. John was right. You don't think anyone can compare to your massive ego, Sherlock.

You know what? The Black Lotus had every right to do what they did. The banker and the librarian were just two more in a long line of the English going to distant countries and taking shit that ain't theirs. They had every right to kill them over an artifact worth MILLIONS that the banker's secretary will now have to hide for the rest of her life.

Mrs. Hudson takes such good care of her boys.

Sorry, but if I got kidnapped and almost killed after a date where my date's roommate crashed to drag said date into solving a mystery with him, there wouldn't be a second date. There would only be my permanent 'fun fact about me.'

#hellsite nostalgia tour 2023

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xiaojuun · 2 years

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I'm responding sooo late but I was a bit distracted yesterday lol

It's interesting to hear what different people's processes are haha. I usually watch the mv first and then I listen to the album and usually after that i watch the mv again. and also I think it's easier for me to not watch teasers etc beforehand because of how multi-fandom I am. I can simply pretend that it isn't out yet 😆. Also, I really feel like enha is going to blow it away again. They have not disappointed even once. (I mean, it took a bit of time to get around to blessed-cursed but I still wasn't disappointed when I first heard it. Also I can't hate on dimension: answer when they have polaroid love on it. she's an icon.) but also, listening to manifesto intro made me hyped up for this comeback. (I got such a freight seeing it on my youtube home page when it was first released that I couldn't help but to listen to it, I won't be listening to anything else until album release tho and after the final concept film being released, I also won't be watching anything else either)

phew, it's a relief that it's not permanent, I still hope that it goes away quickly :') it's funny that I was so inspired to make things on Tuesday but then again yesterday I didn't know for which fandom i wanted to make gifs so I ended up just watching that high school musical series thing until I watched multiverse of madness before bed haha

I haven't even heard of that drama (no one is surprised, I'm pretty out of the loop with tv stuff and usually I'm super late to things anyway lol). I'm also bad with tv but my friends got me to watch some stuff last year and now it feels habitual to watch something before bed if I can - or when I need to pull an all nighter I watch riverdale because the things going on in that tv show is sooo weird that it keeps me awake 😂😂

yeah kdramas are really long every episode but I feel like if the kdrama is good enough, you don't even notice the time going by. Also hmmm, I tried to watch love & leashes but I ended up not sticking to it (I also thought it was a drama when I first clicked on it tho lol).

I don't think I've ever watched a web drama... I also haven't watched to my star... I'm not sure I'll be able to get into it because currently my brain is still on business proposal. It happened with crash landing on you as well... When it ended I thought I'd easily get into something else immediately but I just kept missing the characters of CLOY so I couldn't get into anything else 🥴🥴

— seungzie

@jseungz agreed, i love how everyone has their own process for preparing for and enjoying a comeback! i'll agree with you that enhypen has yet to disappoint me, i consistently really enjoy their music and find their concepts to be quite cool and fresh every time. blessed-cursed was actually one of my favorites, i'll say it over and over i LOVE the 90s/00s boy band styling they did for that era and the song itself always gets me hyped. definitely looking forward to hearing what the new track will sound like! i haven't watched or listened to anything, i've just seen the cb scheduler which is giving me the trendy pop punkish vibe so if that's where they're going with it i think i'll be pretty happy haha.

omg i love hsmtmts ... that is one show i do in fact watch haha my mom and my younger sibling and i all watch together when it's airing weekly. i can't remember the last time i pulled an all nighter on purpose 😭 and i used to watch riverdale when it was first out but i heard it got ... so strange haha and i haven't kept up in a very long time.

maybe one day i'll find a drama that i like enough to stick with! i know what you mean about needing some time between things though when you really become invested in the characters / story, i feel like that can happen reading books too. in lieu of watching much television i do watch a ton of kpop groups' like ... series things haha bc as you know multi life means there are plenty of those to keep up with. and when you already know the members and stuff it's easier to jump around and come back to them depending on what you're in the mood for. i've found esp since the pandemic started that i need my entertainment to feel really lighthearted so maybe that's also why dramas don't really call to me 😅 i haven't even watched the new season of stranger things bc those episodes are so long and i feel like it's too intense for what i'm looking for these days, even though i'm a huge fan of the series in general. luckily there's no time limit on finding stuff to watch and enjoy! <3

#erimail #mail from: seungzie! 🦌#long post

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hauntedwitch04 · 2 years

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Stupid in love

Sirius Black x Reader

Words: about 900 words

Warnings: bad word, and bad writing, angst to fluff.

Author's note: Hi! There is a Sirius' one shot, hope you like it!

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Gif not mine, credit to the owner

Y/N's pov

I enter the Gryffindor common room with a quick step, making my anger felt with every step. I sit down on the couch in front of the fire. I see that Remus is sitting in the nearby chair, intent on reading one of his books, but I'm too busy staring at the fire, not to burst into tears, to look at what he's reading.

I stand there with my arms crossed, trying not to give in to the temptation to drop the tears that are now clouding my vision, until I hear someone sit down next to me and put an arm around my shoulders. I turn around and see Sirius, with his usual goofy grin, who upon seeing my face immediately becomes serious.

Sirius: "Who do I have to kill honey? You name it and I'm ready to take him out, I don't care who. James too if I have to."

A light laugh escapes my lips, but due to this loss of control over my emotions, I begin to cry, letting my anger turn to sadness.

Remus: "Don't overreact Sirius. Hey, Y/N what's going on? I've never seen you like this!"

I try to breathe through the sobs and tears as the two boys, now both sitting next to me, hug me trying to calm me down. I've never been one for physical displays of affection, but damn right now it's just what I need.

Y/N: "You know my-my boyfriend, the one I've been dating for six months"-both of us nodding understanding who I'm talking about-"there, he cheated on me. And not once but so many times that he couldn't even remember the number of girls he cheated on me with. And I never would have found out if I hadn't caught him screwing one of the girls, in the girls' bathroom. And he wasn't even sorry about it, in fact he told me like he was proud of what he did! I don't deserve this!"

By now I can't stop the tears and sobs, letting everything I feel come out.

Remus: "I'm going to kill him."

Sirius: "I was exaggerating when I said that, though. And anyway it's little to kill him, you have to make him suffer."

Remus: "Agreed. You stay here with her and make sure she's okay, I'm going to go find James and Regulus, we'll see if we can make them pay."

Before I can say anything, the werewolf has already left in search of our other best friends. I spend what seems like hours in Sirius' arms, crying, while he gently strokes my back and hair trying to calm me down, sometimes leaving me six light, sweet kisses on my forehead.

I can't deny that I don't feel something because of this behavior of his.

The truth is that I always liked Sirius, but I never had the courage to tell him about my crush on him, because he always had the reputation of a playboy and I was afraid that he would break my heart, so I went looking for another guy, who yes I liked, but not even too much.

In fact, the reason I've been crying for hours is not because he cheated on me, but because he had said so many horrible things to me, including that no one would ever love me.

Those words keep ringing in my head, and the more I think about it, the more I think that moron is right.

Y/N: "Sirius?"

Sirius: "Yes honey."

Y/N: "Do you think anyone will ever love me? I don't think so, come on I mean look at me, plus I have a terrible temper and-"

Sirius: "Stop talking nonsense! Of course someone is going to love you, or someone loves you. How can anyone not love someone like you! Damn you're amazing, you're fucking perfect, and don't let anyone tell you otherwise."- the boy replies taking my chin in his hands, bringing my face up to his, looking me in the eyes. I lose myself in those two grey pupils, like the sky in a storm, where the clouds laden with rain are moving, threatening, moved by the wind.

Sirius: "Sorry."

That's all I hear before a pair of lips rest softly on mine interrupting my thoughts. All I can think about is the boy in front of me. The kiss is passionate and firm, yet gentle at the same time, like Sirius.

His hands rest on my waist, drawing me closer to him as I place my hands behind his neck, deepening the kiss. When we pull away we're both red in the face and out of breath.

Sirius: "I know this isn't exactly the right time, but I love you, and I can't hold it in anymore...damn it I love you more than my own life, and I understand if you don't feel the same, but I couldn't not tell you."

Y/N: "The truth is, I love you too. I've tried to put aside how I feel because I thought you didn't love me back so I tried to find someone else, but it didn't work out..."

Sirius laughs, only to kiss me one more time when we hear someone shouting our names from the door to the common room.

Remus: "Finally, I couldn't take much more of hearing Sirius's amorous complaints. The two of you are nothing but stupid in love, everyone could see that you were head over heels for each other." - While Regulus and James look at us wordlessly.

Needless to say, that we laugh for hours at Remus' comment, and that no one was happier than him about us becoming a couple.

#sirius black x reader #sirius black x you #sirius black fluff #sirius orion black #sirius being sirius #hauntedwitch04's writing

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komotionlessqueenmm · 3 years

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Imagine # 835

Gif NOT mine.

If this gif is yours (or you know who's it is) please let me know, so I can give you/them credit.

Gif credit goes to - @maxhorrorgifs (Unless told otherwise.)

Year posted - 2021

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"Thomas get yer ass over here!" Charlie yelled after having knocked the man with blue eyes unconscious. Tommy hurried to his older brothers side, looking down to the man before looking to Charlie. "Take this one up to the attic, he'll be a pet for (Y/n)." Charlie snickered as he thought about the excitement his daughter would feel upon receiving such a generous gift. Tommy nodded his head then picked up the man, tossing him onto his shoulder he carried him straight to the attic, where he chained him up by his wrists and ankles. All the while Charlie went to inform his daughter of the news. "(Y/n) darlin' come here a second." He called out as he knocked on her locked bedroom door, smiling to himself when she obeyed him hastily. "Yes daddy?" She tilted her head with curiosity, her big shining eyes like stars. "I've got a present for ya up in the attic." He chuckled when her eyes lit up with excitement, despite the fact that it was brief. "Come on, I wanna show you." He held his hand out to her, leading her straight to the attic when she took his hand. "Close your eyes sweetie." He ordered softly, leading her the rest of the way a bit slower so she wouldn't trip. "Now open your eyes." He chuckled when she gasped in surprise, turning her attention back to her father. "Go on go play with your new pet." He laughed giving her a gentle push, she nodded her head obediently, before slowly approaching the unconscious man. "I'll leave you kids be." Charlie hummed as he exited the attic, despite the fact that (Y/n) and the man were clearly adults.

Curiously she turned her attention back to the man, before scurrying off to fetch some water and a first aid. When she returned she was both relieved and worried that he was still unconscious. She wet a washcloth then began gently wiping away the blood and grime on his handsome face. He stirred awake before jolting upright with a gasp, starling (Y/n) who quickly scooted away from his reach. "Wha- where am I?" He stammered in a daze, his eyes landing on (Y/n), staring at her with confusion before realization swirled in his eyes. "You?" He frowned trying to remember where he'd seen her before. "You were out at the barn, before the sheriff ran you off." He moved his hand to hold the throbbing side of his head, only to grumble when the chain prevented him from being able to do so. "I wanted to help you, I want to help you." (Y/n) spoke softly, making the man still in his movements. "But I can't... Daddy he'd... He'd kill you, and he'd hurt me." She added nervously, softly biting her lip with fearful eyes. "Get me out of here, and I'll protect you." He tried offering, his frown deepening when she shook her head. "You don't understand... Daddy's lost it, and we're the only ones around for miles... He'd find us, he'd kill us both if I tried running away with you." (Y/n)'s eyes glazed over, scooting a little closer to the man. "This is the only way I can keep you safe, daddy knows you're up here, and I can't risk moving you." She whispered. "There must be someone else around here." He pulled at his chains in a vain attempt to break free. "There ain't, everyone's up and left. Even if we could hide from daddy and uncle Tommy, the elements would eventually kill us." (Y/n) frowned as she looked to the floor with shame in her eyes.

"My names Eric." He spoke softly, a smile ghosting his lips when she peered up at him. "I'm (Y/n)." She mirrored his faint smile, before grabbing the first aid kit. "We can... We can try escaping in time, but we have to wait until its safe, otherwise daddy will be expecting it." (Y/n) whispered as she went back to cleaning up Eric's wounds. "How long will that take?" Eric asked with dread. "I don't know." (Y/n) frowned with sad eyes, feeling sorry for Eric and his friends. "I need to save my brother." Eric stated making (Y/n) still in her work. "The blond?" She asked with worried eyes, pulling away from Eric when he nodded his head. "Uncle Tommy was taking him down into his basement when I was getting this." She pointed to the first aid kit. "Nothing but uncle Tommy comes outta there alive." She added in a quiet whisper, jumping when Eric began pulling on his retrains with all the strength he had left. "I'm sorry." (Y/n) whimpered softly before rushing out of the attic, leaving Eric to have some time to morn in peace. Hours went by, and when the sound of screaming erupted from below, Eric couldn't contain his anger. He screamed, he yelled, he beat the ground with his fists, his chains, anything he could get his hands on. All the while the Hewitt family listened from below, Charlie becoming more and more enraged by the minute. "(Y/n) go quiet that mutt of yours, or I'll do it myself!" Charlie barked at his daughter, who jumped before rushing up to the attic. "Eric please!" She called out over the ruckus he was making. "No those are my friends!" Eric yelled his face red and covered in sweat. "I know and I'm so sorry, but you're making daddy mad, you have to stop." She pleaded, squeaking in fright when he threw a lamp her way, which missed her by a foot or so.

"I don't give a damn about your father!" Eric hollered. "If you don't stop he's gonna kill you." (Y/n) tried to reason with him. "He's gonna kill me anyways!" Eric pulled at his chains again. "No he ain't, as long as you obey the rules, he won't kill you, I swear." (Y/n) approached him, stopping just out of his reach. "And what makes you so certain, huh?" Eric hissed through clenched teeth. "Because he doesn't like upsetting me, but if you push him over the edge, there's nothing I can do to stop him." She murmured softly, jumping when Eric rushed at her, the chains holding him back. It was only then that Eric took in her soft features, noticing just how easy she was on the eyes, especially compared to the rest of her family. Eric felt guilt flood into his heart, at the clear fear in her eyes, the jumpy-ness only confirming his subconscious suspicion. (Y/n) was just as much a prisoner here as he was, if not more so, having been stuck here far longer, without the chance of being put out of her misery. His lips parted to speak, but he was interrupted when Charlie barged into the room. "What did I tell-" He cut himself off with a laugh, taking in the sight before him. "Well well well, what do we have here?" He taunted his words causing a blush to bloom across (Y/n)'s cheeks, who stood frozen, her face only inches from Eric's. "I knew you two would get along just fine." Charlie snickered to himself before leaving the room once more. "Please Eric just do as I say, and I'll keep you safe." (Y/n) pleaded with him, smiling sadly when he nodded his head in agreement, giving up reluctantly for his and her sake, knowing deep down their was nothing else he could do for the others.

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*I'm seriously tempted to write a short story series extending this even more. What do you think?

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hanemiso · 3 years

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Operation: Dairy For Dazai

>>>a dazai osamu x reader<<<

request: "omg i love your post about Dazai and his possibility of having lactose intolerance hahaha, i wish you could do a fanfic out from that"

a/n: um this is such a great idea??? this was so much fun to write omg i hope y'all like it! also i know dazai doesn't necessarily drink coffee with milk and sugar/creamer, but for the sake of the story he does! also sorry if the gif looks weird, i couldn't find his weird little run anywhere else.

synopsis: no one has seen dazai drink milk or consume dairy of any kind...it's up to the agency to figure out if dazai is lactose intoleralnt or not!

warnings: one swear word, dazai not being able to handle dairy

"hey atsushi, you ever notice that dazai doesn't consume dairy?"

"what do you mean, y/n?" atsushi asks, glancing up at you from the computer.

"think about it. have you ever seen dazai drink milk? eat cheese? buy ice cream?" you press on, raising your brows.

atsushi takes a second to think before responding with, "now that you mention it, no i haven't...why are you asking anyway?"

"i think dazai is lactose intolerant."

you now have atsushi's full attention as he rolls closer to your desk and furrows his brows. he looks around the room for the brunette you're talking about before turning back to you, "you think so? i don't know...maybe it's like a dietary thing."

you deadpan, "you really think the man who goes out of his way to try new attempts at committing suicide--the one who came into the office with a hallucinogenic mushroom from a random mountain--is concerned with his own nutrition?"

atsushi goes silent and nods his head in agreement.

"come on, atsushi. i mean, why would that be the one thing out of his entire diet that he'd choose to cut out?"

"that's true, i've seen the kinds of things he eats...but why is this something you're interested in?"

"because, atsushi, the thought of THE dazai osamu even having one slight weakness--and the fact that it very well may be dairy, of all things-- is amusing. you don't find it interesting? that he can survive things like bullet wounds and getting kidnapped without any problem, but a glass of milk could completely ruin him?"

atsushi was beginning to take interest in what you were talking about. you had a point, he couldn't deny that. they don't know much about dazai and his life as it is. just as it began clicking in his brain, kunikida walks over to your desk to tell you both to get back to work. at the sound of his footsteps, you turn towards him and before he can say anything at all, you ask him the same question as atsushi. kunikida has a smiliar reaction and response to atsushi, which just adds to the curiosity of dazai's possible dairy problem.

"i don't pay attention to that idiot's diet anyway, nor do i care." he says matter-of-factly.

anyone could tell that kunikida was slightly interested, just by the way he was continuing to linger by your desk as you continued talking about it with atsushi. soon enough, tanizaki had joined the conversation; then ranpo and kenji, and soon everyone in the agency other than fukuzawa. everyone was huddled around your desk, sharing memories of dazai's lack of dairy consumption. it was then decided that this theory of dazai being lactose intolerant would be put to the test when dazai returned to the office.

ranpo had come up with the idea, it wasn't too elaborate but a simple plan that could trick even the likes of dazai into drinking a glass of milk. during the discussion of dazai's dietary habits, it was also brought to everyone's attention by kunikida that it seems dazai doesn't have a high spice tolerance either. with that in mind, the plan was for the agency to have a joint dinner tonight, with curry on the menu tonight; spicy curry to be exact. dazai always flirts with you in the office, so it was your job to distract him by indulging in his pick-up lines and such. once he takes a bite and realizes it's too spicy for him, he'd try to find water to alleviate the pain, but coincidentally there is no water in sight. because of this, he'd be forced to drink the glass of milk you hand him. of course, if this didn't work, for dessert you'd give him a cup of coffee with milk and sugar (he uses non-dairy creamer in his coffee anyway).

you and kyouka set up a table to put the bowls of curry on, while atsushi and kunikida began bringing in the curry. tanizaki, naomi, and ranpo were in charge of getting the desserts to really sell the image of a nice gathering. kenji and yosano were in charge of tinkering with the water pipes to close off any possibility of access to water. this task was treated with such care, as any mission brought into the agency would be. each and every one of you were interested in learning about this side of dazai; are you going the extra mile for such a minuscule detail of someone's life? yes, but will it be amusing to find out the truth? also yes.

soon enough, dazai is spotted out the window. the truth is about to be revealed, and you are all nervous but excited.

"remember guys, act natural! operation: dairy for dazai starts now!" you exclaim quietly.

you can hear everyone take a deep breath and begin "talking" amongst themselves as dazai walks in. he stops in his tracks as he eyes the table holding all the bowls of curry and widens his eyes in surprise.

"oh? what's this?" he asks, gesturing to the table.

"y/n suggested having dinner in the agency tonight, so we got some curry and desserts." atsushi explains.

"have a bowl, dazai-kun." you smile at him as you hand him the bowl of spicy curry.

"ah, you're too nice, my belladonna!" he exclaims and grabs the bowl.

so far so good, you think.

you can feel the tension in the room as everyone waits for dazai to take a bite. the conversations carry on amongst people, but no one was truly paying attention to what was being said. the gazes of each member of the agency shifted to dazai as he raised the spoon up to his mouth. you could hear the sound of everyone in the room holding their breaths, even kunikida was sweating.

once the spoon had been placed in his mouth, everyone froze in place. you and atsushi tried to pretend to not be paying much attention to dazai, but it was so hard not to when all of a sudden he stopped chewing. you both slowly turn your head towards him and see his eyes go wide once again. he hurries to the nearest trashcan and spits out the spoonful, quickly turning and looking for a cup of water on the table.

"w-what's wrong, dazai-san?" atsushi asks, also sweating.

"h-hot! spicy curry! atsushi-kun, i need water! please!" dazai exclaims.

you run to the table and pretend to look for a cup of water before grabbing the glass of milk and hurrying towards dazai.

"sorry dazai-kun, i couldn't find any water, but i heard milk helps with the pain!" you hold out the glass of milk.

it feels like time stops as dazai sits there, breathing shallows breaths in attempts to stop the fire in his mouth, and contemplating whether he wants to try his luck with continuing to gasp for air or drinking the milk. he hates suffering, after all. in his mind, all that matters at this moment is extinguishing the flames dancing on his tongue. he grabs the glass, just as planned, and drinks a couple big gulps. everyone is now turned to him, asking if he's okay.

"i'm...fine." he says between pants.

now it was only a matter of time. the dinner continued as normal, but dazai wasn't as social as usual. he sat down with you and atsushi as you continued to talk about different missions.

"oh yeah, dazai-kun, do you remember--" you turn to look at him but realize he's staring at the ground intently as sweat beads on his face, "dazai?"

he blinks once and tries regaining his composure as he looks up at you with his usual smile, "yes, belladonna?"

"are you feeling alright?" you ask with concern laced in your voice.

"of course i am!" dazai tries to reply cheerily, but his bright tone is cut off by a rumbling in his stomach that makes his face twist.

he tries replacing his expression with a smile again, but it looks more pained as another low rumble emits from his body. at this point, everyone in the office is stealing glances. he looks back at the ground as his eyes widen yet again, and only two words are uttered before he takes off running to the bathroom:

"oh shit."

everyone stares at the door, processing what just happened. it was so silent, the only sound you could hear was dazai's rapid footsteps echoing down the hall.

"i knew it." you smirk a bit to yourself.

but your feeling of victory is brief as the horrid smell invades your nostrils. your poor co-workers get assaulted by the same stench, and you all are forced to evacuate.

operation: dairy for dazai was a success, but at what cost?

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BONUS: how chuuya found out about dazai's lactose intolerance

chuuya was the only person who knew of dazai's problem with dairy, but the way he found out was purely accidental and scarred him.

the event took place when they were 17, and they were both stopping for a drink at a local cafe after a mission. the mission wasn't too bad, but it was early in the morning and chuuya wanted coffee. dazai told him it would stunt his already lacking growth, so chuuya wasn't in the greatest mood; he never was around dazai.

"i wanna sit down so you can order for me!" dazai claps his hands together.

"hey! i don't wan-" chuuya begins to protest but dazai cuts him off while walking away.

"you know what i like!"

chuuya grumbles in annoyance as he heads to the counter and orders two drinks. in his fit of anger, he accidentally ordered two coffees with milk and sugar, but failed to notice as he brought the cups to the table dazai sat at. he narrows his eyes as he sets the cup down in front of dazai and sits across from him. chuuya stares out the window to try and tune out dazai when he hears dazai ask him something quietly.

"is there...milk in this?"

chuuya scoffs and replies, "what's wrong, can't handle a bit of milk?"

he was obviously joking, but the sound that emits from dazai's body in response makes him realize it was no joke. dazai quickly stands and runs to the bathroom while chuuya sits there in disbelief, but with the hope that the rest of the day won't be ruined because of it.

that was wishful thinking though, as they frequently had to stop at public restrooms on their way home and chuuya had to deal with the rancid odor that followed dazai as closely as his own shadow.

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kerie-prince · 3 years

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the intern

Peter Parker x Reader (college au)

requested: (anon) plz plz plz give me some college aged, super powerful ( think stark ceo powerful ) peter parker shit. idc what the rest of the story is about, i just need a brooding, smoldering, suit wearing, extremely expensive, college aged spiderman. plz and thank you!!!!

warnings: language

summary: When you start a new internship at Stark Industries, you're not only surprised to find Peter working as your boss, but that he's not the shy neighborhood boy you grew up with

a/n: this doesn't follow canon so for this imagine, hammer industries is just a rival company and the snap never happened lol also i don't know anything more than operating a phone so don't expect me to write sciencey, techy stuff lmao

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“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you were running across the road to jump into a cab that was available. Your phone hadn't been charging all night as you thought it had which caused you to wake up forty-five minutes before the start of the interview. You need this internship before you graduate from Empire State and get your degree in robotics.

On the way there, you nearly got car sick as the driver took sharp turns and nearly ran past intersections seconds before they became red. Once in front of Hammer Industries, your heels clicked loudly as you ran inside the tall building. You checked in with the front desk and took the elevator up to the 10th floor.

Just as you arrived, Justin Hammer was calling your name. “I'm right here!” you nearly tripped on your heels and your breaths were short.

“I've called your name three times, do you understand what that makes you look like, correct?” Justin stood unphased as you stood up straight and tried to steady your breath. “All these people are on time. Some of these folks have been here for hours, even.”

“Yes, sir. I’m so sorry–”

“Shame, I really liked your resume and your report on the expansion of nano-technology. Try again next year, maybe.” Justin started to call out the next participant and when she got up you stepped in front of her, “Please Mr. Hammer, I need this internship or I can't graduate.”

The people in the waiting room had their eyes on the two of you, tension so thick that it was almost hard to breathe. “Then maybe you should have come on time,” he pushed you aside to let the next person in to interview. You quickly ran back out and spoke to no one all the way home. Your eyes and cheeks were aching as you held in the tears during your Uber ride. The driver wanted to ask if you were okay, but if you were to break down in his car he’d probably be stuck having to listen to what happened and if he was honest with himself, he didn't actually care.

Once you got to your apartment, you made a straight line to the kitchen. “Hey, how’d the interview go?” MJ, your roommate, asked while still looking at her computer. You reached into the freezer for your emergency ice cream pint, snatched a spoon and walked into your room without saying anything. “That bad, I guess,” MJ said to herself.

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You sat with MJ and Ned in the cafeteria, but had not touched any of the food on your plate. Your head was laid on the steel table and you just continuously groaned. “I’m a failure,” you whined.

“No, what you are is fucking dumb,” MJ commented as she ate.

“Thanks, Michelle, that makes me feel so much better,” you looked up to glare at her before laying her head back down. Ned felt bad that his friend was in despair, “How come you didn't ask Peter for help?”

“Huh?” you lifted your head back up some of your hair falling onto your face.

“Yeah, Peter already works at Stark Industries, why didn't you just ask him to get you in? You could even skip the internship altogether and be in full time,” Ned suggested. You gave it some thought, but something about it didn't sound right.

“No, I don't want to bother Peter. I don’t want him to think that I’m only calling him for a job,” you sighed. Ned texted Peter anyways. Unexpectedly, Peter texted him back immediately.

“He says it’s fine,” Ned showed you his phone to read the text. ‘Yeah man, tell her to come in tomorrow and Ms. Potts will interview her’

You let out a deep breath you didn't know you were holding and pulled out your phone.

‘Thank you so much for helping me out’

(…)

‘No problem, anything for a friend’

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The Stark Industries building was huge. It almost looked taller than the Empire State Building, and maybe it actually was. Your legs were shaking as you stared up at it. “Here goes nothing,” you assured yourself.

The lobby was bustling with people; workers walking around, a group of kids that seemed to be here on a field trip, and some teens taking pictures in front of one of Mr. Stark's Iron Man suits.

The trip up to the 17th floor was crowded with people as more and more entered in every passing floor. You had to squeeze yourself out and accidentally stepped on someone’s foot in the process.

Looking around, your jaw dropped. It was an open laboratory with groups of people putting together small robots, flying drones, and people laughing and talking. It was such a fun and cool looking environment, you wondered why you didn't just apply here in the first place.

Pepper Potts spotted you walking around and approached you with a tap on your shoulder. “Hi, I’m Pepper. You must be Y/N,” she reached her hand out to shake yours which you accepted. “Hi, nice to meet you.”

“Peter’s told me a lot about you. Come, follow me,” Pepper’s office had glass walls and a view of New York from behind her desk. You weren't particularly fond of heights, but even you would love to have an office view like that. Pepper gestured to the chair in front of her as she smoothed her dress to sit in hers. “So, I see here that you had an interview at Hammer’s. Can I ask why you chose them?” You didn't even know how they got that information. You hadn't seen or spoken to Peter in quite a while, so how Pepper knew that was beyond you. You sat there with your lips moving to say something but nothing was coming out.

Pepper seemed to have caught on what you were thinking and elaborated, “Before I do any interviewing, I do full background checks on everyone.” She had a gentle smile which made you feel better. You thought she would scold you or something considering the question did more than catch you off guard.

“My mother used to work there for a long time and I figured that I would follow,” you explained. Pepper nodded her head and wrote some notes down. She looked onto her computer and looked at everything there was about you. “Well, I see here that you have exceptional grades. 4.7 GPA since you started school and your paper on nano-technology has gotten much praise. I think even Tony read it.” No way. The Tony Stark read my paper? “So tell me, do you see yourself working here at Stark Industries?”

You looked outside and watched everyone in the open lab again. “Yes.”

“Then that’s all I need to hear. We’d love to have you here,” she reached over to shake your hand. You looked at her surprised and hesitantly shook hers. “Welcome to the team, Y/N.”

“Thank you so much!” You cupped her hand with both of yours and shook it a little too quickly, but she didn't seem to mind. You were ecstatic to start your path to your career, and at a dream place at that.

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Your alarm rang at the time you set it to, but there was no need for it. You couldn't sleep all night. Today is your first day of your internship and you were feeling so many things at once. Excited, nervous, happy, scared…

You tried to restrain yourself to a light breakfast, but MJ’s pancakes were to die for that you ate two whole stacks. You looked through your closet just about fifteen times; you had already picked an outfit the following night with the help of MJ, but when you put it back on, you hated it. It sucked for your roommate seeing as she had to sit through you changing from eight other outfits.

You tried to picture the lab again to see how other people dressed for a better idea to base it on your outfit choice. From what you remember, it was pretty casual, so that’s what you stuck to.

You were given your pass the day you were hired, so you had no issue walking inside. The elevator was just as packed as it was last time, but you were more composed so there were no toes being stepped on this time. You weren't exactly sure as to where you had to go, so you looked around to see if there were other interns to ask where to start.

“Y/N!” Peter’s voice surprised you from behind. Your shoulders jumped a bit, but relaxed at the view of his face. His face… you actually hadn't seen him for quite a while. Months, maybe. His jawline was more defined, and his once floppy hair was styled neatly. You tried to not look him up and down, but the temptation was definitely there. And the other thing, his voice was deeper than you last remembered. Is this really Peter Parker? “Hey, Peter.”

He gave you a hug that nearly made you lose breath. He was stronger than you remembered. A memory flashed back to when you were in junior high; you, Ned and Peter were hanging around the local park and you beat Peter on rounds on the monkey bars. He gave up after a couple bars, but you went back and forth a couple times. ‘Show off.’ But now, he had muscles that the shirt he was wearing hugged his biceps.

The hug was quick, and you had to pretend that he didn't just squeeze some life out of you. “Do you work on this floor?”

“Yeah, you’re actually assigned to work with my team. Come, I’ll show you around.” He started walking and you noticed how his posture changed. Damn, I know it hasn't been this long since I've seen him. Why does he look so different? He was wearing trousers. Trousers? Peter hates trousers. But his ass is looking great–

“Hey guys, this is Y/N. She’s going to be working with us as an intern. And I'll say this beforehand, no she's not going to be taking coffee or lunch orders,” Peter introduced you. There were various aged people in this group. Some were your age, and one person looked to have been in his thirties. Peter is in charge of this group? They all said ‘hi’ to you and went around introducing themselves.

Once that was finished, Peter pulled a chair for you on the table. “You’ll take notes for me while I give this presentation,” he whispered to you before walking in front of the table and started writing on the clear glass board.

He was talking quickly and didn't stumble over his words like he used to. Everyone was listening to him attentively and you jotted notes down as quickly as you could. Every now and then, you would steal glimpses of him and feel a sort of… well you felt something. Amazement? Inspiration? Adoration?

No doubt was Peter one of the smartest people you've ever met and here he was leading his own team and making potential products for Stark Industries at such a young age. Seeing him at work was so… it was indescribable to you but all you could think of was how different he is now. In a good way, of course.

Peter Parker has been your friend for years and to see him change from a bumbling, shy, adorable nerd into a confident, intelligent working man attracted you.

When you got home, you thought a lot about your first day. Being an intern at Stark Industries was really fun, so far. You weren't expected to do silly things like get coffee or lunch for everyone or pick up someone’s dry cleaning. You actually learned something and even had your opinions heard on some of the things that Peter suggested for his team’s upcoming product presentation.

If this is what it's like to be an intern, you couldn't imagine what it would be like working full time.

“How'd it go?” MJ stuck her head in your room. “It was fun. I'm working with Peter,” you explained your day to her.

“Cool,” was the last thing she said before she went to her own room for the night.

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In the past few months, your internship at Stark’s has been going swimmingly. Everyone's been so nice, and the work is so fascinating. You've gotten closer with Peter and along the way, he felt like he was more than a friend and boss to you.

Currently, everyone was getting ready for their final presentations for the upcoming annual Stark Industries Convention. It was going to be Peter’s first year presenting his own project with his team and you were so excited to be a part of it.

The time you’ve spent with Peter was really fun. He was a good mentor and a great friend. The only thing was that you couldn't help but look at him a little too long, and you’ve found yourself thinking about him during your classes or doing your homework. The shy boy from Midtown High was no more, replaced– no, grown into the Peter you know now. But you pushed all feelings aside to focus on your next thesis paper and mock-up of the handout brochures of Peter’s project.

Sometimes, you didn't even feel like an intern as Peter would ask for any ideas you had to make the project better and even let you help with assembly. He stayed true to his words and you’ve never once had to run for coffee or things like that. There’d be times when you would study some of the little parts under a magnifying glass and he’d come up slightly behind you and explain about some of the bits on the working table.

And every time he did that, your breath would be stuck in your throat and you’d have to remind yourself that this was just Peter helping you out and you’re just learning. But it was normal to want more every now and then… right?

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The convention was just a few days away and you had trouble finding something to wear. These events were usually black tie events, but did that mean the presenting teams as well? Wouldn't that be uncomfortable?

One of the guys on your team, Richie, sat with you during lunch and talked about how he was probably going to wear the same suit as always. Not because he couldn't afford a new suit, but he was just a simple person and he only wears it once a year for the conventions and that’s all, so it’s still in mint condition.

The girls on your team and some from others were going dress shopping the day before and invited you to join. You were excited mainly because now you don't have to bother MJ for it.

Speaking of MJ, you were going to ask her to come with you. Pepper sent out the electronic invitations to everyone in the company and authorized plus ones to even interns. She’s never been to one – for reasons you were still confused about – but you wanted your best friend to be there for you. And if not MJ, then you bet Ned would still come with you. Wait, what if he’s going with Peter?

On cue, Peter had sat in the chair next to yours in the small break room, “Hey, Y/N.”

“Oh, hey Pete. You excited for Saturday?” Peter quietly stirred his coffee and gave you a small smile, “Uh, yeah. I’m nervous, but I’ve worked really hard on this. And everyone, too. Including you.”

You slightly blushed. I didn't do all that much you thought. You two just sat there taking small sips from the hot, bitter beverage.

“So… I wanted to ask you something,” Peter started.

“Mhm?” The coffee nearly slipped past your lips. You quickly grabbed a napkin to lightly dab some of it off of your lips.

“Well, as you know, we can bring anyone with us to the convention,” he trailed off.

“Yes?” Is he going to…

“And I wanted to know if you were bringing MJ with you.” Oh. You nodded your head and thought you hid your disappointment well but without knowing, Peter actually caught it for a split second. “Good. You can come with me,” he smiled and stood up.

You were in awe; without effort, Peter just asked you to be his date for Saturday.

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“Dude, how are you not ready yet? He’s gonna be here any minute,” MJ sat at her computer per usual working. Your music was too loud for her taste playing from your shared bathroom. Peter said he would pick you up at 7, and it was currently 6:50.

You had put on and removed your make-up at least five times. Something was always wrong; one of the wings would either be thicker than the other, the blush would be the wrong shade, or the lipliner kept going out of place. But, alas, you finally nailed it.

Your hair was styled half up with elegant curls and braids. In between some braids were little bits of baby’s breath flowers. Most likely, you were going to have a hard time taking those out but they looked cute and it was too late to take them out.

Your dress was right above your knee and flowed comfortably so you wouldn't have a hard time walking. It was a neutral taupe color and had a V-line that ended just above cleavage and hugged the curve of your waist. You paired it with simple black heels and a small, white handbag.

“He’s here,” MJ informed you.

“Okay,” you took a deep breath, “what do you think?” You spun around and held your arms out. “You look really pretty. Now go get ‘em. I’ll watch it on the live stream.” She gave you a lazy thumbs up and resumed her work.

Outside was Peter in an all-black apparel. His dress shirt had only one button undone, and he had a loose blazer that accentuated the dip of his shoulders. He stood against the limo with his hands at his sides. God, he’s gonna be the death of me.

When he caught sight of you, he had a flirtatious smirk on his lips and held out for your hand. “Peter, where’d this limo come from?”

“Mr. Stark set it up for me,” he stated like it was no big deal. Must be nice being his favorite. He held the door for you to climb in and closed the door behind him. “We’re ready, Happy,” he told the driver. Happy rolled his eyes, closed the window and drove off.

The convention was off to a great start; Tony Stark came in with his suit as he always loved to do and started introductions before everyone else scattered around to look at the projects of the many departments in his company. Some groups of certain departments had large stages, some had small stands, like Peter’s.

There were still large crowds coming to see the smaller presentations, and everyone seemed to be fascinated with Peter's. You stood on the side as his team operated the machine and Peter spoke. He looked confident and it was mesmerizing to watch him.

After the night was over, all employee’s and some guests were brought back to headquarters for the after party. You walked around with Peter and had flutters in your heart every time he held the small of your back. The most exciting part of the night was meeting Tony Stark in person. He greeted Peter warmly, and then his eyes landed on you, “Peter, who’s this?”

“Oh, this is Y/N. She’s a friend of mine,” he gestured for you. You shook Tony’s hand and stood starstruck. “The one you don’t shut up about?” Pepper hit his shoulder and laughed nervously.

“Wait, I’ve heard about you. Buddy of mine works at Empire State and he showed me your paper, it was really good.” You were still shocked that he had even read it and here he was talking to you about it. You went back and forth talking about nano-technology.

On the way home, you and Peter talked and laughed about things you told him as you caught him up to what was happening on campus when he couldn't be there. It was a really fun night, and Peter was more noticeably relaxed now that the hard part was over. “Alright, home sweet home,” Happy announced through the window.

“Well, that’s me,” you smiled sadly, not wanting the night to end. You reached to open the door but Peter climbed out from his side. He walked around to open your door and just like he did earlier, held his hand out for you to grab and assist you out the limo. What was different this time was that he kept his hand in yours as he walked you to the door of the apartments. “I had a great time with you tonight,” Peter confessed.

“Me too,” your voice was soft and low for only him to hear. Peter’s eyes switched from looking into yours to your lips before he grabbed your face with both hands and kissed you. The kiss was needy, passionate, but had a certain gentleness to it. Once he felt you kiss him back with the same fervor, he deepened the kiss and brought one hand to pull your waist closer to him.

You pulled apart to regain your breath and looked to admire his swollen lips and he copied the same notion. He leaned in to give you a gentle kiss and pulled away, “Good night, Y/N.”

“Good night, Peter.” Your cheeks were flushed and your face was warm. You watched him as he left and ran inside. Upstairs in your apartment, you found MJ and Ned sitting on the couch with a bag of chips in each of their hands.

“Good night?” Ned asked. You just nodded and walked slowly to your room.

“We saw the whole thing, by the way,” MJ said nonchalantly. You looked back to glare at your best friends, Ned smiling innocently at you and MJ keeping her straight face.

You changed into your pajamas and laid on your bed on your back, looking up at the ceiling. You couldn't wait to go back to work on Monday.

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protagonist ~ joe liebgott (band of brothers)

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pairing: joe liebgott x female reader

short summary: joe's assigned to search for the perfect house for easy's hq in the new town they'll soon arrive to on their way through germany and finds one with a girl in there who's like the protagonist of one of the comics he's read - courageous, fearless, heroic.

words: 2.5K

a/n: first of all, sorry for disappearing, exam season has started at my uni and i've been hella busy these past weeks (and gonna be for the following few as well, u g h ).

anyway this fic came around from a conversation i had with the lovely @now-im-a-belieber when i was telling her about an idea i had and she technically came up with the base of this. thank you, Pearl, i love you xx (i hope i did justice to your idea)

oh and let's just say i have no clue if this would have been possible, at least the exact way i wrote it.

taglist: @how-are-those-nuts-sarge @50svibes @pennyllanne @nowinnablewar

gif credit: @basilone

Four loud bangs sound against her front door right as she starts washing the dishes after they finished lunch. With her eyes widening in surprise she rushes back into the room, telling the family of three to hide as she's drying her hands in her apron before making her way to the door.

After taking a deep breath she grabs the handle and opens it. The next thing she knows is being pushed to the side as a figure storms in past her without a word. A gasp leaves her lungs as her back lightly collides with the wall, head turning to watch as the soldier barges in the house.

What is going on? Has someone found out about them?

With a hand reaching behind her back she pushes herself off the wall and hurries behind the man. Trying hard to sound completely calm and innocent she asks him what is going on, but he only barks back something almost inaudible - only a few German words reach her ears.

The soldier is moving with such speed that she hasn't got a single chance to get a better look at his uniform as he's entering every room one by one. Who is he? Worry swiftly floods her veins - more importantly, what is he looking for?

She can only pray the family has had enough time to properly hide.

As he reaches that door, she holds her breath back, repeating her little prayer like a mantra inside her head. The man comes to a sudden halt just as he steps through the doorframe and in an instant fear makes her blood turn freezing cold. She carefully moves closer to glance inside next to his body, not knowing what to expect.

And what she sees makes everything else in her mind disappear - just the thoughts of all hell breaking loose any time now move around inside.

Her best friend crouches on the other side of the room, clearly frozen mid-movement as her body is still half out of the hiding spot, eyes wide as she stares at the soldier, not a single muscle moving. It's like everyone's got frozen in time, none of the three people makes a move.

Liebgott's mind slow to catch up to what he sees - he didn't expect to see that as he rushed through the house. He's only been trying to decide whether it's a good place for Easy's HQ, as he has been ordered to do when Winters sent him ahead of the company.

His eyes then start moving around the room, trying hard to find a good reason as to why that girl is half inside the wall. A book is laying on the table next to the door, open at around the middle. With one glance at the pages he recognises the letters of the hebrew alphabet, and suddenly it all makes sense.

She's a Jew.

His breath hitches in his throat as he struggles to comprehend this new information, and just in that very moment the silence is broken by a voice. And it's not coming from either of the two girls in the room - more like it's coming from inside the wall.

One simple sentence, ending with a Yiddish term of endearment - one he can perfectly understand. It came from a woman, asking the girl crouching facing him from across the room why she's stopped moving.

There are more Jews in there.

His lungs fill with a sharp breath he's taken and he spins around, staring straight at the girl who opened the front door only minutes prior. The question must be clear in his eyes as she starts stammering in defense, her voice audibly shaking.

Joe shakes his head, stopping her mid-sentence. "No, they're Jews, I can see it," he says in perfect German, and the already pale girl suddenly seems even whiter.

He swiftly grabs her arm and pulls her in the direction he remembers finding the dining room in, trying to find a chair for her to sit down on, as she's visibly close to fainting - though the reason behind it he can't find.

(y/n) flinches with utter fear, weakly trying to resist being pulled away - he most probably is now taking her away to kill her, right? He's a German soldier, that's what his job is. But no matter how hard she tries to wiggle away, his grip is too tight around her arm and she can't do a thing.

Just when they arrive to the dining room and he kind of pushes her into one of the chairs is when Joe realises that she's scared of him - she immediately pushes the chair further away from him as soon as he lets go of her. So that's why she's shaking so bad.

"No, wait, don't be scared," he rushes to say. "I'm a Jew too."

This finally breaks the scaredness - instead her eyes fill with utter confusion. Her forehead wrinkles as she tries to make sense of what he's saying. How can a German soldier be Jewish? It makes absolutely no sense.

With a sudden wave of suspicion she moves her glance down to his uniform, examining every detail she can lay her eyes upon.

Is he not German?!

Suddenly she can see differences - details about his uniform that she's never seen on a German soldier before, and she's seen her fair share of those in the past years.

But if he's not German, who is he and what is going on?

She takes a still shaky breath and looks back up into his eyes - seeing the waiting expression on his face as he's standing there in patient silence for her to say something.

"Are you-" Her voice cracks mid-sentence. It's not good. She clears her throat and tries again. "Are you German?"

All of a sudden he bursts out laughing - so loud, and somehow so dark that her eyes widen once again. She just can't decide if it's from fear again, or only surprise.

A minute or so goes by with nothing but Joe laughing - this must be one of the most hilarious things he's heard in the past couple years. That he is a German.

Then his laughter finally quietens down to slight chuckling and he speaks up once more to confirm the truth. "No, of course not," he shakes his head in amusement. One look in her eyes tells him that somehow she still has no clue about his nationality, so he opens his lips again to give an answer to her question in advance. "I'm American. Don't worry, you're not in trouble for that," Joe points back in the direction of the room with the hiding spot above his shoulder.

A loud sigh escapes her lungs, her shoulder visibly falling a bit as she slumps more into the chair. It feels like years worth of stress and nervousness have just come to an end - it's truly like an enormous stone has rolled down from her chest and shoulders. She somehow feels free again for the first time in years.

Relief completely replaces the worry and fear in her veins as all other thoughts leave her mind. She's not gonna die. At least not today.

"They're Jewish," the soldier speaks again - and it's not a question. More like a statement.

(y/n) nods, unable to say a word as she's still overwhelmed with her new feelings.

"You're hiding them?"

She just raises an eyebrow, and Joe mentally slaps himself - what a stupid question. He could've might as well just asked her the colour of the wall.

"Since when you've been hiding them?" He corrects his question.

"Ever since the whole thing has started," she answers, her voice so quiet it almost disappears in the air between them.

"Wow," Liebgott breathes out before he can stop himself. He stares at the girl in disbelief. She looks so innocent and young - she's probably one or two years younger than him. How could she pull off something such a thing? Such a dangerous and pretty reckless thing?

"Esther is my best friend, she's been ever since we were little kids, they all are like a second family to me, I've spent most of my days with them," (y/n) explains, the relief causing her to ramble and Joe - for about the first time in his life has to struggle to keep up with the German words that come flying out past her lips. "I just had to help them, you know. I couldn't just leave them here."

"Where's your own family?"

"My parents left to France to be further away from the chaos, and my brother joined the Luftwaffe, and since then I haven't heard from none of them."

"Why didn't you leave with your parents as well?" The young soldier keeps asking, moving closer to the table and sitting down on a chair on the opposite side, facing her. Pushing his M1's strap down his shoulder he places the weapon on the table, pushing it only a little further in order to calm the girl more. He knows he probably shouldn't do this - and keep Winters waiting, but he's too curious to stop himself, he has to hear the rest of her story.

"I love this town, I was born and raised here," she shrugs as if it's obvious. "But more importantly, I didn't want to leave and let innocent people like my best friend's family suffer. I wanted to stay and fight back as good as I could."

Joe subconsciously mumbles under his breath before he can stop himself - words that praise her absolute bravery, words that give away his true feelings he suddenly feels towards her - then he has to move his gaze away from her, fearing that she sees the embarrassment in his eyes. He tries hard to think of another question while also trying hard to forget the look of the half-smiling expression that took over her face just a moment before - it does nothing good for his heart.

"Did you make that hidden room yourself?" He asks in the end, thinking back to what he saw in the room.

"Oh," she giggles - and it's the prettiest sound he's heard in a very long time. "No, my father made it when me and my brother were young and often played hide and seek. I just improved it a little so they can fit in more comfortably."

Liebgott hums, not knowing how to tell her - or if he should even tell her in the first place - how absolutely super impressed she left him with every single thing she's told him and what he's seen. It's one of the craziest things he has ever heard, and he had a fair share of unbelievable stories told to him in his life. He simply couldn't even imagine how on Earth this girl could manage to do this - and not get caught. Throughout the whole war.

In that very moment he swiftly decides that he'll go and find another house for the HQ, and that he'll somehow get back to this particular one, no matter what it takes. He wants to get to know her better. He has to get to know her better.

She's the most incredible woman he's ever heard of, read about or met. She's a woman who fits in the stories of the comics he's been reading his whole life - as the protagonist, the hero. He can't leave this town without hearing more about her, seeing her face more. That would be the biggest regret of his whole life, he can already tell.

But for now, he has to leave. It wouldn't be a good idea to keep his officers waiting even longer.

He stands up, fingers reaching out to grab his M1 before looking back into her eyes. Damn, he doesn't even know her name.

"I have to head back to my company, but I'll come back later, if that's okay with you."

Her eyes are already on his, seemingly staring straight into his soul with that intensity that lays in her (y/e/c) orbs. The girl then rises to her feet - still never breaking the eye contact.

Thoughts race inside her head, and it's like an angel and a demon are sitting on each of her shoulders, one telling her to say no whilst the other trying to convince her to say yes.

What if he only wants to use her? What if he only wants to sleep with her? Maybe force her to do so, threatening her with his knowledge of the Jewish family. He might not even be who and what he says he is. How could she know?

But on the other hand, there is this feeling she has about him. A feeling that tells her that nothing she previously thought will happen. She doesn't know what it is, but it's there, right in her chest, and she can't fight it. He seems genuinely curious and impressed, and honest. And she feels a pull towards him. She wants to see him again.

In the end, the devil on her shoulder wins, and she simply nods - right before she could change her mind.

"I'm Joe," the young soldier moves around the table, one hand held out towards her.

A glance cast down and right back up to his face she takes his hand and gives it a shake, holding onto it tightly, as if only to let him know how strong she actually is.

It probably works, 'cause he raises an eyebrow, slightly tilts his head and the corners of his lips curve up into the smallest smirk she's ever seen - but it's there.

"(y/n)," she eventually answers with her own introduction.

A few seconds pass and neither has let go of the other's hand, not yet. They just stand there, staring into each other's eyes, only the small noises of them breathin breaking the silence.

Then Liebgott blinks, clears his throat, pulls his hand out from her grip and instinctively places his fingers upon his weapon hanging from his shoulder whilst nodding towards her as a gesture of saying goodbye without words.

She watches as he turns around and walks out from the room, and after a tiny, happy sigh she follows the sound of his steps.

Just as he opens the front door and moves through it is when she arrives to the hall. Joe glances back over his shoulder for one last time, offering her a small smile, then looks back ahead of him and continues his walk as if nothing has happened. None of the past dozen of minutes.

(y/n) leans against the doorframe and watches him right until he disappears in the distance with a dreamy look in her eyes.

She can't wait until he comes back again.

.::the end::.

(might write a part two if i'll have time and you'd like to read it)

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randominagines · 3 years

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Hiiii may I request Bucky ANGST?

Like, Bucky comes to his shared apartment with his S/O from a mission or a meeting at the tower, and he sees his S/O spread on the kitchen counter and some random dude there, both naked, doing the do.

Like, maybe the relationship lasted long, like a few years, and than he comes home to this?

How would he react, how would it go?

HII THANKS FOR THIS REQUEST THIS BROKE MY HEART BUT WAS SO CHALLENGING AND INTERESTING TO WRITE AT THE SAME TIME I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS.

Also, I felt so bad for Bucky I gave this a happy ending, I hope it's okay.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Neutral!reader

Warning: angst, cheating

P.s. if you find any mistake please correct me, English is not my mother tongue and I want to improve. Reblog, if you can, it helps a lot, thank you💕

P.p.s. gifs belong to their creators.

-- Bucky would probably be shocked. He did not expect you to betray him like that. He doesn't trust anyone, but he trusted you, deeply, otherwise he wouldn't even started a relationship with you;

-- He would widen his big blue eyes and would probably drop whatever he's holding, his body freezing;

-- "What the fuck is happening here?!"

-- "Bucky, oh my... fuck!"

-- He would immediately grab the other dude's arm to kick him out of your house, his vibranium arm pushing him out without even letting him the time to understand what's going on;

-- "Get the fuck out and don't think I won't remember your face. If I see you near y/n one more time, I'll fucking kill you."

-- He would then look at you, his eyes filled with disappointment and rage;

-- "Explain. Now."

-- He cares about you too much to not even give you the chance to explain to him why;

-- "I have no excuses, I'm awful and I did the worst thing I could. No matter why I did it, I feel shitty."

-- He would start nervously walking all around the room, his hands running through his hair while he tries to calm down;

-- "I need you to tell me why."

-- He would insist. Bucky is extremely realistic and he's the kind of person who tends to overthink. He knows that he needs to understand why;

-- "This was a one time thing, I want you to know that nothing like that ever happened before. I'm not going to justify my actions, I've been unforgivable, it's just... I feel you distant. You're always on some mission, working, fighting. I barely see you once a month, you don't look at me, you don't compliment me anymore, you're always busy and I felt so alone. Last time you made love to me was months ago and I feel like you don't want me anymore. This is not a good reason to cheat on you, I feel so disappointed with myself that I would like to disappear, right now. I just felt like something had changed and that boy had been checking on me since I started working with him, he had been flirting and provoking and I gave up. I just wanted to feel loved again, but it was not working because I was thinking about you anyways."

-- Bucky would need a moment to process all of these informations. He's so extremely jealous of you so that would be a lot to accept;

-- He would try to breath, his hands on his hips and his eyes scanning you;

-- He wouldn't say a word for minutes;

-- "Please, I'm not asking for your forgiveness, I know that would be too vile, but get mad, scream, do something. I can't stand seeing you like that."

-- "And I couldn't stand seeing you naked while fucking someone else."

-- "I thought you didn't love me anymore."

-- "I do, that's why I need to leave now."

-- He would leave, his heart in pieces and his eyes watery;

-- He would walk all night long, his mind filled with regrets and thoughts;

-- He wouldn't call or come back home for days, probably weeks. He would listen to your messages though, those in which you ask if he's okay and you beg him to stay safe and not to do anything stupid;

-- He would talk to Steve, he would tell him anything;

-- "Have I been neglecting my own partner?"

-- "Buck, honestly, you have. You have been home so rarely in these last months. I've never seen y/n so sad before. I know you're working hard to do something good after all the killing and the bad things you were forced to do, but you even forgot y/n's last birthday, I had to remind you. That doesn't mean that y/n hasn't made a mistake."

-- He would think about Steve's words deeply, intensively, while analysing his own behaviour during the previous months;

-- He would realise how distracted he has been and he would decide that he cares about you too much not to give your relationship a second chance;

-- He would come back home suddenly, without even warning you, just to find you sitting on the couch wrapped in a blanket, the one you two used to share, while you read a book;

-- "Buck... you're back... are you here to collect your things?"

-- He would take a deep breath before talking;

-- "No, I'm here to tell you that you made a mistake, but I made one too. I neglected you and I'm sorry if I made you feel unloved and unwanted. That's not the case, I do love you and I want you. It's just, I don't trust you right now, but I want a second chance if you want it too."

-- "Oh, Bucky... I am so sorry. For as much as I feel like I don't deserve you anymore, I do love you and you're the only person I really want. I'll do my best to restore your trust in me, I promise."

-- He would place his forehead against yours, his breath regular and his fingers softly but barely touching your hands;

-- He wouldn't kiss you or sleep with you for a while, he would probably move in with Steve because he needs his time and his space;

-- He would appreciate every single gesture you would do to help him trust you again, even if he wouldn't always tell you;

-- He would feel the necessity to hug you, touch you, kiss you so often but part of him would block him from doing it;

-- He would need months to feel like he can trust you again, but he would eventually work so hard on himself to manage to;

-- He would make you understand that he finally feels in harmony with you again by touching you;

-- He would caress your cheeks softly while looking at you, his touch delicate, almost like he would be scared to see you disappearing. Then he would place a soft kiss on your lips, all of his sorrows vanishing when you kiss him back;

-- "Bucky, this feels like a first time."

-- "It can be, babe."

-- After a couple of months, your relationship would be stronger than ever and things would work so good between the two of you. Sex would be fantastic too;

--He would dedicate so much more time to you and that would make you feel loved and understood;

-- After all the struggling, you two would be just happier than you've ever been before.

Part 2

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everyhowlmarksthedead · 3 years

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Not bad at all.

FRANCISCO ‘CATFISH’ MORALES. ┃ TRIPLE FRONTIER.

❝ request by @chibsytelford: Heyo. What about reader being very shy around Frankie on the first date, who's also shy, and one of them just cracks a joke and they just laugh and laugh and the ice is broken, and they have the best date. ❤ Thank you.

❝ words: about 1.9k.

❝ a / n: first time writing for Frankie! I'm really excited and I hope you all enjoy it.

Gif credits to the author.

“Santiago García, I swear that if you stand me up, I'm gonn—”.

“(Y/N)?”

Your blood freezes at the call as your eyes go wide, keeping the phone in your ear as you spin around with a forced and ashamed smile on your lips, you feel your knees weak watching Frankie some steps away from you with both hands inside the red and black flannel jacket. Son of a bitch. Hanging up the call —or better said, the voicemail— the two of you come closer to each other.

“What 'you doing here?”

As the question comes out of his mouth, there's an awkward moment where you don't know if you should greet with a kiss on your cheek or hugging, being a mix of both that makes you giggle.

“Well, uh… It was supposed I'd have dinner with Santi, but… he hasn't shown yet”. You reply puckering your lips, noticing the change in his gesture. “I've been waiting for the last twenty minutes and I'm really hungry”.

You can't help but frown watching him rub the back of his neck, slightly moving the hat covering his softs curls. Squinting at him you don't really need Frankie to speak to know what's happening. You can feel your face and the tip of your ears burning because of the embarrassment. Last week you confessed to your best friend the things you were starting to feel for Fish and he has decided to force you to take a step ahead.

And seems like Santiago has done the same with him. But, does it mean he feels something for you too? You sigh rubbing your face trying to calm down the heat covering your skin, while he babbles random words. You see him waving a trembling hand between the two of you, perceiving he's as nervous as you are. That causes you to curve your lips up with a soft funny smile.

“Listen, we don't have to do this if you don't want to. I— I— I… shit”. He ends up grunting stroking his lips and his chin passing his palm over them, putting his terrified dark chocolate eyes from you. Frankie looks like a pudding and you can swear it's the sweetest thing you have ever contemplated. Too captivated by the way he has to raise his black hat from his head to brush his hair using only three fingers, before putting it on again, he takes your silence like a negative. “Lemme walk you home at least”.

His beg throws you back to reality, finding an insecure gaze looking for a positive this time. It's the first time since you met him two years ago that you watch him doubting, feeling unsure of himself. He has always given you the impression of being a cool-headed and confident man, but now Fish is quite the opposite.

“I'm hungry tho”. You reply as soon as you can react. “I just… think he did it on purpose. Making me wait for dinner, you know… So I wouldn't say no”.

Santi knows pretty well how to play his cards. It is his specialty. But that hasn't sound how you were expecting, as Frankie continues feeling ashamed, probably misunderstanding you.

“I me— mean, I wouldn't say no anyway”. You confess with a soft whisper, bowing your gaze down to his boots for a second. A brief second that seems enough to offer you a hand without noticing it.

Your heart races with the deep belief it could fly off from your chest when your cold fingers get laced with his warm ones. An electrifying shiver roams your body from your tiptoes to the top of your head, as he secures your hands together to come inside the restaurant. Only like a gentleman would do, he keeps open the door for you to walk in first, not loosening your connection at any time. For an instant, you can't help but fantasize about having real dates with Frankie, with him falling for you while continuing to believe he's just being polite and compensating you for Pope's ambush.

You lead your steps through the hallway between tables with old couches just in like the fifties, till the end of the place with the last table free close to the large window from where you can see the street. That's when, much to your regret, your hands are separated to take a seat in front of the other, occupying yours then with the menu to calm the nervousness shaking them briefly. You're going to kill Santi tomorrow. How does he dare to play dirty to you? And poor Frankie who —probably— could have a better plan than having dinner with you, if it wasn't for his friend.

The silence is installed soon around your table after the drinks are served, feeling the tension in the environment while you continue not knowing what to say or how to break the ice. You're about to tell him that he doesn't have to stay, just like he has said a couple of minutes before, but when you open your mouth nothing comes out; totally enraptured on the way he's looking at you waiting for something. You can't help but force another smile pursing your lips shamefacedly. Putting down your eyes over the menu between your hands, you try to pretend you're actually reading it, but your mind is busier on how the simple touch of his hand stole the air from your lungs.

“Pope told me you're learning Spanish”.

You have to hide your face for a second, cursing your damn best friend in silence before sticking your head out of the carte nodding with your cheek.

“Why?” Frankie sounds so curious that makes you think he maybe knows the real and main reason.

“Oh, uh… expand knowledge”.

You're a terrible liar and he doesn't need to be a genius to notice it.

“Tell me something in Spanish”. He asks cockily, placing his arms over his backrest.

You chuckle shaking your head this time while saying no once and once. But when he leans over the table, forearms against the edge of it, you have to gulp before choking on your own saliva like an idiot. The heat invading your whole anatomy again causes you to lick your lips, hoping that gesture calms you somehow.

“There's a… sentence that… I find funny for some re— reason”.

“Okay… Go'head”.

You make a short pause, finding some encouragement to utter it by remembering why you started to learn it. To impress him. To talk with him and call his attention.

“Juan come manzanas”.

(Juan eats apples).

Your accent is horrible, that's a fact, you knew that; but you feel more embarrassed when he remains silent for a second, breaking into a burst of loud laughter after not being able to contain it. You can't avoid a chuckle either, leaving in the background your shame, to focus on the beautiful melody his laugh is. You could spend all your life listening to it without abhorring it.

“Your pronunciation is awful”. He giggles adjusting his hat, raising a little the visor to look you better.

“Woah, thank you”. You reply with a humorous grimace drawn on your lips and a light sarcasm in your tone of voice. “I really appreciate it coming from you”.

“You're welcome”.

Shaking your head you begin to feel somewhat relaxed, finding a topic to talk about and joke about it so this situation is less awkward. You grab your beer to have a sip whilst he continues keeping visual contact with you, noticing he wants to add something but he doesn't dare. You know what it is, tilting your head as your eyes are narrowed.

“I don't trust you to be my teacher, surely you'll teach me the wrong things to make fun of me”.

“Meh…” He replies waving a hand jokingly, causing you to chuckle again.

As the night goes on and you discover more interesting things about him and his stage in the army, the dinner comes to an end and he insists you to walk you home. He doesn't want either to finish your conversation, talking about everything and nothing, in reality, just enjoying your voice and how excited you sound while talking about one of your hobbies or your favorite tv show. Just like you, he couldn't get tired of your company.

You reach your house sooner than expected, having been entertained and feeling this time your way back home has become shorter than ever. The nerves kick you again standing close to your porch not knowing what to say, what to do, or offer him a last drink. You'd sell your soul to the devil for five minutes more, but maybe you need to take it easy.

“Thanks for walking me”. You utter in a thin voice thread, playing with the keys between your fingers.

“It's been a good night”. Frankie opines then keeping a hand in a pocket and using the other to scratch a side of his neck. “I mean… we can repeat it whenever you want”.

Like another date? Has it been a date, actually? Or just two friends hanging out?

“Yeah! Yeah, sure. Sounds good to me”. You nod an instant before letting go a soft sight. “Uh… I should… you know”.

“Yeah, 'course. Good night, (Y/N)”.

“Good night, Fish”.

Offering him one last smile, you turn around to go upstairs your porch straight to the front door. But as soon as you introduce the key in the lock, you're interrupted.

“Hey!” You face him again, curious and intrigued, watching him coming closer towards you with his hat now in a hand. “How bad would be if… I kiss you?”

That's the most unexpected question you have ever heard, causing your brain to collapse momentarily until you realize it hasn't been a figment of your imagination. The smirk on his face curves shyly in the right corner of his lips, stopping his feet not too far from yours.

“Not… bad at all”. You giggle in response. What else could you say?

His mouth meets yours with a soft sweet touch. Just a touch, until they get used to each other. Slowly, Frankie places his hands on your lower back seeming afraid if you suddenly decide it's a terrible idea, and take a step back. This feeling disappears when yours land on both sides of his neck, securing a little more the grip and shortening the small distance between your chests. He tastes like beer and chocolate, after sharing a piece of brownie like dessert. For you, Frankie tastes like heaven. And without planning it, he needs the urge to slide his tongue between your lips to find yours. By inertia, your fingers tour his skin till being gently nailed in the back of his neck, breathing through your nose not wanting to finish the kiss.

As both of you swirl your tongues around the other, you become a little addicted, almost moaning inevitably against his lips when you have to stop not having enough air filling your lungs.

“How bad would it be if I ask you to stay?” You murmur unable to believe what you have just said.

“Not bad at all”. He doesn't hesitate, caressing the tip of your nose with his, wrapping his arms around your waist to hold you tighter and pepper your lips as you try to open the front door.

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Good Old Days - JJ Maybank

Gif credit @toesure !

Summary: you and JJ meet once again after a harsh break up.

Word count: 1,982

Warnings: cheating, angst underage drinking, implied sex at the end. I do NOT condone the action of going back to someone who cheated.

You sat alone in a booth at a local restaurant, diagonal from where your friend Nicole sat with an unfamiliar boy. You had offered to 'be a look out' for the girl when she brought up how her friends had helped her get a blind date. Nicole had the fear that she might embarrass herself or something might go south, so you decided to lend a helping hand to calm her down.

You subtly flicked your eyes up and down from the menu to your friend as a waitress came up to you. "What can I get you hun?"

"Just a vanilla milkshake and fries please." The lady nodded and took the menu from your hands. You reached inside of your bag and pulled out your notebook. Finding a pen, you began to mindlessly draw little doodles of whatever came to mind.

You were actually enjoying the peace and quiet until the front door bell chimed. Before you could react, JJ Maybank took the spot right across from you. "Can I help you?" You scoffed, closing the notebook.

"Nope. I'm helping my friend out and it looks like you happen to be doing the same thing for your friend too." JJ said, looking behind his shoulder to see his friend give him a thumbs up. You rolled her eyes, defensively crossing your arms.

"Okay, well how about you move to the other booth where you can 'help' by yourself." JJ dramatically put his hand to his heart, "does Y/F/N Y/L/N not want to spend time with me?" "The last time I was near you it didn't end well." You hissed. JJ immediately got quiet as the waitress came up to deliver your order.

"Oh! Would you like anything dear? On the house for the couple!" The waitress smiled, "oh no we're not-" "actually I would love a hamburger and a chocolate milkshake please!" JJ grinned. "Coming right up."

"Seriously JJ why can't you just sit somewhere else?" You asked as you dipped a fry into the milkshake. JJ furrowed his eyebrows as he watched you take a bite. "What? It's good." You defended.

"See I could, but Steve made me promise to help him out. And now I get to talk to you which is exactly what I want to be doing on my Friday night." Sarcasm dropped from his voice as you bite your tongue.

"Well you can leave. You never were good at keeping promises anyway." You seethed, taking the cherry out of the milkshake and popping into your mouth. JJ became quiet once more as the sudden flashback hit him.

Flashback:

2 years. 2 years was all it took for something so positive and bright, to turn into something dead. 2 years was all it took for JJ Maybank to own, and then break your heart.

You two had been dating for a full two years, both of you guys admitting you were in love. Making promises that you two couldn't keep. One of them being, 'I'll always love you.'

JJ broke that the minute his lips touched some tourons at an end of the year school party. You had lost sight of your boyfriend in the middle of the party after telling him you were going to the bathroom. It took you 10 minutes to find him with the unknown girl.

"Have you seen- oh." Your words slipped your mind as you saw a boy and girl break away from a kiss. Only to reveal that face that made your heart break. "I better... I better g-go." You stumbled over your words, your legs moving as fast as they could out of that house and far away from JJ.

You didn't know what to do, what to think, how to act, what to say, everything just became numb. Like someone had just ripped your heart from your chest, and dangled it in front of your face as if it were mocking you. So you just ran, and ran all the way to your house. Dried tears stained your face as you were panting, on the verge of passing out.

Your mind felt fuzzy, as if it were an old TV and an antenna was knocked loose, like all you heard was static and a ringing. You shook your head frantically as you paced in the living room. A rapid knock echoed in the silent room as you let out a sob. You slowly walked to the door, your hand shaking as it hesitantly reached out.

You twisted the handle and pulled the door open to reveal a frantic JJ. "Y/N please let me-" "Don't even fucking start JJ." You said, cautiously backing away from the door. JJ walked into the house as he tried to grab hold of your wrists.

You pulled your wrists back from JJ's grip as you began to have trouble breathing. "You fucking kissed some random girl. Who knows what the fuck would've happened if I didn't walk into that room." You mumbled to yourself as your head began to ache.

"Y/N you know I wouldn't do that!" "When you're in a relationship you don't fucking kiss somebody else! I didn't think you'd do that yet here we are!" You raised your voice as you paced again.

"Open your fucking eyes, it's so obvious I'm in love with you!" JJ yelled back, causing you to flinch, his breath smelled of alcohol. Your eyes suddenly fell to the ground, afraid to look at him without breaking down.

"You need to leave," your voice wavered, "you need to leave and not come back. You can't look at me. You can't speak my name. You can't have anything to do with me, Maybank. We're fucking done." You breathed out, feeling as though you had a boulder crushing your body.

"Y/N. I made you a promise that I'd love you, please let me keep going with that promise." JJ begged, his eyes burning harshly with tears. "You broke your promise, you can't come back from that."

JJ let out a sigh as his head slumped down, forcing his legs to walk out the front door, and out of your life.

Memory over.

"Look, this isn't a guilt trip: I just genuinely want to know if you dislike me so I can stop bothering you." JJ said, fidgeting with his fingers. You sighed as you swirled the straw around the milkshake. "I don't dislike you as a human, I fucking despise what you did to me." You admitted.

"I've changed Y/N. I haven't been with any other girl, I haven't spoken with that other girl since then. Please just give me a break. I've been busy trying so fucking hard. I'm doing the best I can. Please, please don't ask more of me." JJ frowned, his leg now anxiously tapping.

You let out a scoff, but you couldn't lie to yourself. You missed being with JJ, you missed him so damn much, but you didn't want to admit it. Your eyes flickered to your friend who was standing up and giving Steve a kiss on the cheek.

Their date was over, but you and JJ sat firmly in the booth. "Let me just drive you home like the good days, just hear me out." JJ begged. You cracked your knuckles, a habit you gained after the break up. "Fine. But so help me Maybank if you fuck it up you will never, I repeat ever come speak to me again." JJ let out a breath of relief and thanked you.

You couldn't help but feel the tiniest bit of luck when he offered, glad that you chose to walk to the diner. You two sat in silence for a bit of the ride before JJ turned on the radio. 'Wonderwall' by Oasis played through the sound system, memories of this song hitting you in the face like a brick.

JJ began to obnoxiously shout the lyrics like he would when you guys went on drives together. He would roll the windows down, blast the volume and just let it all out. At first you were annoyed with the boy, but as soon as he nudged you with his elbow you began shouting the lyrics as well. At that moment, things felt normal. Like nothing bad happened between them, and that scared you shitless.

When the song ended, JJ turned down the volume and began to speak, "you know, I never took your school photo out of my wallet. It's still there. And every night after... we broke up, I would just look at it and cry. Because I drank and I ended up losing the best thing I ever got in life. And believe me I know drinking is no excuse for what I did. I lost the one person that understood me more than my other friends, than myself. And I fucked it all up. And I know I can't take back what I did. Saying sorry won't change the hurt I made you feel. But I want you to know I'm truly trying my best to be a different person than who I was before." His voice was shaking as he found it hard to look at the road.

"I can try to forgive you Maybank, but that night has been burned into my memory. And it's gonna take a lot of time before I can forget it." You mumbled, looking out the window watching the trees zoom by.

"I'd wait 100 years if it meant that you would talk to me again." JJ muttered as he pulled into your driveway. "Do you.. want to come in? And like, catch up?" You wanted to punch yourself in the face for your offer, but again you couldn't deny how much you missed him.

JJ was shocked at your words, his mouth slightly open as he nodded his head. You walked into your house and to your luck, nobody was home.

You guys sat in your room, silence filling the air once again. You walked over to a picture frame on the desk and picked it up. The picture was of JJ after he had fallen asleep with his head in your llap. "Remember this night?" You asked as he looked over your shoulder.

"Yeah. I came over to make cupcakes for John B's birthday but we ended up just throwing flour and eggs at each other." JJ laughed loudly, remembering how he would find flour in his hair and ears for days after. "Then we sat on the couch and you laid your head in my lap. I played with your hair until you fell asleep and you snored so loud." You smiled at the memory.

"God I fucked up." He whispered. "Yeah. Yeah you did. When you sat across from me in the booth I wanted to flip my shit. I wanted to go off on you and say something like, 'oh fuck off you piece of shit. You think I care about you? That I give a damn about your feelings? Fuck off.' I wanted to hurt you like you hurt me." You confessed.

"Damn Y/N. I- I don't even know what to say." JJ said as you faced him. You couldn't help but stare at his lips, the lips you craved so desperately. You hated yourself for this. You hated yourself for making this move, but you leaned in anyway and kissed him. You were taken back at your actions, but your knees nearly buckled at his touch.

JJ gently held the side of your face as he pulled back. "I don't want to hurt you." He said, his words echoing in your head. "I'm desperate. And I'm pretty sure you are too. This is a one time thing until you gain my trust back. But for now, just shut up and have sex with me."

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