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fairlyang · 3 months

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El perdedor 🕷️

finding your ex at the club

w/c: 2.7K

pairing: ex!miguel x latina!reader

tags: rebound, dancing, a lil gay if you squint, shaking ass, jealousy, delulu ex, slowly folding

notes: i posted this shit back in june and when I was reposting everything I really didn’t wanna repost this one but I think there’s more latinas here entonces para ustedes mis amores <3 (only thing I changed from this was the pov bc it was so bad LMAO but it was my 4th fic of mig)

You roll your eyes at your new fling's friend after making a nasty joke of a girl who just walked past you. He takes notice and tells you to stop being so uptight. "Then stop being such a dick." You say and he snorts.

You roll your eyes and look away from him. Having to deal with this bullshit just for some mediocre dick with alright dirty talk? Probably one of my worst decisions to date.

Next to breaking up with Miguel.... But your ego will never let you admit that you miss him and his won't either, clearly since it's been two months. But you couldn't wait around to find out so you’ve been fooling around a bit. Nothing serious since you’re not in the right headspace for that and Daniel knows that. Just here for the drinks, alright sex, and decent conversations.

You’re in line to get into a club but as it's almost midnight it's the hot hour of everyone wanting to get wasted. "Why can't we go to another club? This line is so fucking long-" a girl from fling's friend group asks.

"This is the only one with incredible strippe-"

You groan and shake your head. "Don't you have a girlfriend?"

"It's none of your business actua-"

"You two didn't break up though, Y/n kinda has a point....." Daniel speaks up and he pretends to cry.

"Whah whah- so what? She thinks she can still be friends with her ex while being with me? Then I'll just have my own fun." He says with a smirk and you have the most disgusted look on your face ever.

The other girl does as well and just shakes her head. The lines finally starts moving and at a fast pace actually until it stops with the people in front of you showing the bouncers their ids. You get your out from your bra making the annoying asshole smirk. "Fuck off."

He holds up his hands in defense and Daniel moves to stand next to you. "Soon as we're in there he's gonna be out of our hands alright?" He whispers and you just nod.

The people in front of you finally show them and you step forward. You give it to the bouncer to the left and he looks at it and feels it for a few seconds before handing it back and nods. You move forward, putting it in your phone case, and wait for Daniel to get his checked and you step into the first set of doors. You both wait for the other two and you can instantly smell all the sweat and alcohol. Amazing.

They both finally join you and walk ahead of you, not caring you guys waited. You give Daniel a look and he shrugs. Asshole goes straight to where there are indeed strippers and home girl was nowhere to be seen. That was fast.

"So drinks?" Daniel asks and you nod following him to the main bar.

You walk through people just standing around by booths and table and other who are just making out. You make it to the bar and Daniel says something you can't hear because of the loud techno with pop music. The bartender takes out two shot glasses and fills them to the very top. Daniel picks them both up and gives you yours.

You raise it up and bring it to your mouth and swallow it fast. You gag a little and he laughs. "You fine with just one?"

"For now yeah I think." You say and put the glass back on the counter nodding to the bartender.

You turn back around and watch as Daniel is looking over at a booth almost near the entrance. How can he even see that far.....

You squint but know you have fucked up eye sight so you just stop. "Oh shit- wait here I think I just recognized someone-" he says and starts walking away.

You blink and call out after him, "you're leaving me like that??"

"I'll make it up to you." He turns to look at you then walks away making you roll your eyes. The audacity.

You let out a sigh and shake your head. Dickhead. You turn back to the bar and take a seat. "Another shot please and can you put it on my friend's tab?" You ask with a slight smirk.

He laughs and nods taking out a clean shot glass and once again filling it to the brim. You smile and grab it, then swallow it faster than the first. You don't gag too bad this time and put the glass down. Then your head snaps to the speakers within hearing one singular second of Gasolina by daddy yankee.

You make your way to the dance floor and move in towards the middle where there's a group of girls just dancing with each other. You smile and just dance next to them when one of them grabs your hand and dances with you. You laugh and move your hips to the beat while singing the lyrics with the other girls. All the girls are dancing with each other and taking turns with each other.

You ended up swapping places with another girl and she had the brightest smile while shaking her ass a bit on you. Which was fine because who doesn't like dancing and shaking ass with the girlies to this song?

Zúmbale mambo pa' que mi gata prenda lo' motore'

Que se preparen que lo que viene es pa' que le den (duro)

The first girl you were with found you again and stands in front of you and grinds against you to the beat. You held her hips and she grabs your other hand to hold it. So cute.

You switch off with her, dancing on her then shaking a bit of ass on her, and she hypes you up, screaming and smacking it playfully. You turn around and start laughing which makes her do so as well. "Girl give me your number immediately!!" She screams and you nod as she passes me her phone.

"I love making new girlfriends cuando sale gasolina. Todas las hermosas salen y se tan divertido!" She screams and you nod. (I love making new girlfriends when gasolina plays. All the gorgeous girls come out and it's so much fun!)

"Rally up all the baddies with just one song." You scream back and she laughs.

"I'm Y/n by the way!"

"I'm Rosa! I gotta go but we should do this again!! You're an incredible dancing partner!" She exclaims and you grin.

"Anytime!!" You say and wave goodbye as she leaves.

You dance to the beat of the chorus of Perra by tokischa with the leftover girlies as you all scream the lyrics and one girl even got on all floors and crawled her way to her friend. You all screamed and you just burst out laughing until your stomach starts hurting and you have to stop to breathe.

Then you hear El Perdedor by Maluma start playing and you get excited because you love singing it.

Baby (¿Pa' qué me estás llamando?)

"Pa que me estás llamando???" You scream with the two other girls that were left from the little circle.

Dime si es verdad que él te trae loca

(Y ¿ahora es que te importa?) ¿Ah si?

You sing the lyrics but notice the girls already left so there's no more circle or a triangle and now you’re just surrounded by couples. Unfortunate.

Aún no lo creo, que en tan poco tiempo y ya besas otra boca

(De mala) ¿Qué?

You listen to the lyrics and widen your eyes. Seems a little too close to home....

Dime cuál fue mi error

Si mi único delito solo fue amarte

Hoy soy el perdedor (Bebé, no)

Él me ha robado el truco para enamorarte

You feel a pit in your stomach suddenly unsure of what it is until you feel a person's presence standing behind you. Their hands grabs your hips bringing you closer to them and you widen your eyes.

Y dime que me amas, aunque sea mentira

No puedo negarte, los celos me están matando

They move your hair from the left side of your face and sing the lyrics to you. oh shit-

Y dile en su cara que aún por mí suspiras

Me parte el alma no volver a verte

"Al fin me toca verte...." He whispers directly in your ear leaving shivers down your spine and arms. (Finally I get to see you)

Y dime que me amas, aunque sea mentira

Sabes que no hay nadie como yo

Y dile en su cara que aún por mí suspiras

No te engañes, no me olvidarás

"I know for you it isn't a lie... and have you told your new man you haven't forgotten about me?" He whispers as those lines play, leaving the lightest kisses below your ear. You pull away slightly pushing him off and turn to look at him.

Está claro que tú mereces alguien mejor

"And you're gonna tell me I deserve better than you?" You ask with a scoff staring right at Miguel O'hara's eyes making him smirk.

No sé en qué fallé, pero no hay otro como yo

Oye ma', dame otra oportunidad

Bien sabes no soy así, solo tú me haces rogar

Mirándome al espejo y peleando con mi ego

Si entre más me alejo, más te pienso

"There's no better than me sweetheart. But you really are the only one I'll ever beg for..." he says his hands slipping to your waist and bringing you as close to him as as possible.

"And I have been fighting my ego trying not to contact you...." he says and you can't believe he's just repeating the lyrics for you and them making complete sense to your situation.

Dime cuál fue mi error

Si mi único delito solo fue amarte

Hoy soy el perdedor

Él me ha robado el truco para enamorarte

He whispers the lyrics softly to you then gets kind of annoyed at the last line making you snort.

Y dime que me amas, aunque sea mentira

No puedo negarte, los celos me están matando

Y dile en su cara que aún por mí suspiras

Me parte el alma no volver a verte

"You have no fucking idea how badly the jealousy has been eating me alive..." he growls and you bite your lip.

"So did you tell him about me?" He asks with a smirk on his face.

Y dime que me amas, aunque sea mentira

Sabes que no hay nadie como yo

Y dile en su cara que aún por mí suspiras

No te engañes, no me olvidarás

"Don't be st-stupid-" you say, not even able to keep a straight face or manage to keep the eye contact.

He scoffs and lifts your chin with two fingers to look up at him. Jesus.

Y si te da la gana de volver a verme

Estaré disponible para contestarte

Y yo sé que, por tu parte, no sientes rencores

Quizás mañana vuelvas pa' que te enamore (More')

"I'm actually not sure if you regret it.. but I know deep down you do." He says and you bite your tongue.

"Y envés de mañana," he whispers and moves his face to leave wet kisses on your neck, "tal ves quieres que te enamores de mi otra ves, ahorita mismo." (And instead of tomorrow, maybe you want to fall in love with me again, right now.)

Cuando tomábamos, lo hacíamos

Fumábamos, y reíamos

Éramos dos locos sin saber pa' dónde íbamos

Pero son cosas del destino

Al pasar el tiempo, tú cogiste tu camino

"E-estas loco- no ha- no hables tonterías." You say as your breathing is suddenly all over the place. (Y-you're crazy- don't ta- don't talk nonsense)

He comes up and nibbles on your ear, his hands dangerously near your ass while yours are on his chest.

Está claro que tú mereces alguien mejor

No sé en qué fallé, pero no hay otro como yo

Dime cuál fue mi error

Si mi único delito solo fue amarte

"Pues porque te pones tan nerviosa?" He whispers and you sigh. (Then why are you getting so nervous)

You feel like you can't even move but you’re not going to admit shit- you can't break that fucking easily.

Hoy soy el perdedor

Él me ha robado el truco para enamorarte

"Porque creo... que yo voy a ser el ganador. Ahora dime en donde está tu otro galán?" He pulls away and looks deep into your eyes. Fuck. (Because I think... that I'm going to be the winner. Now tell me where's your other hunk?)

"Just abandoned my ass- wait- MIGUEL- did you do something to him?!?" You mutter.

Y dime que me amas, aunque sea mentira

No puedo negarte, los celos me están matando

Y dile en su cara que aún por mí suspiras

Me parte el alma no volver a verte

"I'll answer your question if you tell me you love me." He says with a smirk making you groan.

"Miguel I'm not doing this shit with you right now-" you say trying to wiggle out of his grasp fast which you successfully do now trying your best to leave the dance floor.

But he catches up to you, grabs your arm and brings you close to him. Your back against his chest, your ass on his crotch. You bite your lip and shake your head. "Por que apenas vienes a encontrarme?" You look up at him and ask. (Why are you barely coming to find me?)

Y dime que me amas, aunque sea mentira

Sabes que no hay nadie como yo

Y dile en su cara que aún por mí suspiras

Que por mí suspiras, que no, que no, que no

Yo', baby

(Solo fue amarte) Y te hablo claro

He shifts uncomfortably for a second and looks around. "I haven't even been in our universe since the break up love...."

You turn to face him and widen your eyes. "Did something happen?" I ask with a worried expression.

¿Sabes qué?

Él no te hace el amor

No te trata bien

Y que yo fui el primero en tu vida

"I'm not telling you any more. I-I just didn't want to put your life at risk- and well I still don't." He says but it doesn't stop your heart beat from calming down.

"Y-you- can we leave?" You ask and he quickly nods. You hold onto his arm while you try to move past the crowds of people and to the exit.

You walk past the booths by the entrance and Danny was actually there- taking shots off some girl's tits. You roll your eyes and make a mental note to block his ass on everything. "So you really didn't do shit to him...." you mutter and he scoffs.

"You actually thought I did?" He responds sarcastically.

"You're insufferable." You say shaking your head trying to hide your smile.

You walk out the doors and you sigh. He takes the lead in walking you a couple blocks before he pulls up to an alleyway and you furrow your brows. He then makes sure no one is near and pushed a button on his watch so his suit can appear onto his skin. "Really? Instead of an Uber?" You tease and he rolls his eyes.

"Es más fácil." He says and motioning for you to step forward. (It’s easier)

"Claro! Lo que digas codo." You say laughing and holding onto him. (Of course! Whatever you say cheap-stake)

"Jump."

You do so and he suddenly has your legs wrapped around his waist by the side. "You know the drill cariño."

You nod and wrap your arms tightly around his neck. He swings you out and we're high up in the city. All the lights made the city look even prettier especially from up here. Though you never got use to it, the first few times you threw up after. You laugh at the memory and lean your head against his shoulder. You hear him sigh and you do so as well. You’ve missed him.

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translations (lazy to drag em up)

Baby! (Why are you calling me?)

Tell me if it's true that he makes you crazy

(And what's important to you?)

I still can't believe that after such little time you're already kissing someone else

What the hell?

Tell me where I messed up

If my only error was loving you

Today I'm the loser

They've stolen my trick to make you fall in love

And tell me that you love me even if it's a lie

I can't deny you, this jealousy is killing me

And tell it to his face that you still breathe for me

My heart is splitting in two and I won't ever see you again

and tell me that you love me even if it's a lie

You can already see there is no one like me

and tell it to his face that you still breathe for me

Don't trick yourself, you know you won't ever forget me

It's clear that you deserve someone better

I don't know where I messed up but there is no one like me

Listen babe, give me another opportunity you know I'm not like this...you're the only one who can make me beg like this

Looking at myself in the mirror and fighting with my ego the further I get from you the more I think of you

Tell me where I messed up

If my only error was loving you

Today I'm the loser

They've stolen my trick to make you fall in love

And tell me that you love me even if it's a lie

I can't deny you, this jealousy is killing me

And tell it to his face that you still breathe for me

My heart is splitting in two and I won't ever see you again

And tell me that you love me even if it's a lie

You can already see that there isn't anyone like me

and tell it to his face, that you still breathe for me

Don't trick yourself, you won't ever forget me

and if that makes you want to come back to me

I'll be waiting to answer you

I know that for your part you don't feel any resentment

Maybe tomorrow you'll be back to fall in love

When we used to drink we smashed, we filmed it, and we watched it

We were two crazy people not knowing where we were going

But that is talking about destiny

As time went on you chose your path

It's clear that you deserve someone better

I don't know where I messed up

But there isn't anyone like me

Tell me what my mistake was

If my only error was to love you

Today I'm the loser

They've stolen the trick to make you fall in love

And tell me that you love me even if it is a lie

I can't deny you, the jealous is killing me

and tell it to his face, that you're still breathing for me

My heart is splitting in to, I won't ever see you again

and tell me that you love me even if it's a lie

You can already see that there is no one like me

and tell it to his face that you're still breathing for me

Because of my breaths, you're not, you're not

And you know what?

He doesn't make love to you, he doesn't treat you right, and I was the first man in your life

#miguel ohara #across the spiderverse #miguel o hara #miguel ohara imagine #miguel ohara x reader #atsv miguel #miguel ohara oneshot #miguel o'hara #miguel ohara x y/n #spiderman 2099

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crazystargirl · 6 months

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omg hiiii! i missed you! I honestly wish you would write a fic where jack and reader get caught kissing by either the avatar crew or the scream crew...or both tbh and then jack gets all flustered and awkward and yn is just like "yeah i did that"

I just thought it was a cute idea especially with your writing. No rush! I'm so glad your back and I hope you feel better now

lovebirds!

pairing ! - jack champion x reader

word count ! - 0.6k

a/n ! - hi babe!! sorry my hiatus was so long 😭 but i am feeling much better now since ive been distancing myself from some of the ppl that im in a somewhat toxic relationship with. but i hope you like this since i might be a little rusty lmao, this is also somewhat of a sequel to take one

after meeting on the set of avatar 2, you and jack were very close to one another and your relationship got even better when you both found out you had roles in scream 6

jack was playing one of the ghostfaces, ethan landry, and you were playing his love interest who knew all about his family's little secret

you guys grew close to the cast, but chose to keep your relationship private since if there was one thing you knew about jack, it was that he got VERY flustered when people started teasing him about you and would basically just give away the whole secret

that's why the avatar cast knew about your relationship and which is why you made jack keep your relationship a secret from the scream cast

and it worked out just fine, you guys acted like a goofy duo in public and a couple who seemed really in love in private

until you decided one day that jack looked WAYYYY too kissable in his halloween outfit

you two were sitting on the set of the house where the frat party was taking place, jack in his murder party costume and you in the lavender fairy outfit

there was a few issues with the set that they were fixing and jenna, jasmin, and devyn were going over lines which left you very bored

jack nudged you with a small grin

"you look so bored out of your mind right now"

you turn to him with a smirk and he knew damn well you had an idea that he wasn't going to agree with but would go along with any way since he loved you so much

"well i am…can we go back to your trailer?"

"y/n/n…"

jack gave you a knowing look but still allowed you to drag him to his trailer

he sat down and you quicky sat next to him, kissing him as he swatted you away but was also bringing you closer at the same time?

"y/n your makeup is gonna get ruined…" jack murmured as you pulled away for air

"jack it's ok! they can just redo it" you replied, going in for another kiss and jack gave in, pulling you on his lap

you kept kissing for what felt like hours and you two were in your own little world that you didn't even hear devyn and jenna giggling and approaching the trailer

suddenly the door slams open and you hear jenna gasp and devyn squeal in excitement

"fuck fuck fuck" jack mutters, getting you off of his lap before one of them could get the other cast members to come

he stood up, pulling you up with him just as mason and jasmin came

"so we caught the two lovebirds kissing" devyn says with a grin as jenna nods excitedly

jack shakes his head and gets flustered but you on the other hand? you couldn't be more fazed

"ok yeah we were kissing, we're dating so what's the problem?"

everyone looks at you in shock even jack, not expecting you to be so straight forward with your relationship

"oh um nothing! it's just we're all shocked" mason replied, scratching the back of his neck

"we'll leave you two love birds now, just don't give her a hickey!" jasmin says, walking out as mason, jenna, and devyn follow her

devyn slams the door shut and jack looks down at you, feeling flustered

"well that was um"

you giggle and pull him down for a kiss, which he gladly accepted to soothe him from the shock of whatever the fuck he just witnessed

taglist ! - @xyzstar, @gwenlore, @dizscreams, @kaesworldxx, @urmomcomsiimiamour, @nonniesworld, @chemtr4ilz, @abodyhasbeenfound, @phsychobanana

lmk if you want to be added/removed !

©crazystargirl || do NOT copy or repost without my permission

#ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry x fem!reader #ethan landry x you #ethan landry fluff #ethan landry angst #jack champion #jack champion x reader #jack champion x you #jack champion fluff #jack champion x y/n #jack champion angst

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mysticficti0n · 10 months

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hi bb, could you do a sad/fluff between 2023tom and his old school crush please but make it happy at the end? (but he's not with Heidi, just him and Bill are doing something like met gala or red carpet)

I know I haven't really given a great explication but you can write fucking amazingly so I don't think you'll struggle

love ya

okay this is such a cute idea! literally in love so ofc I'll do it!

(all my attention will be back soon but I'm taking time to do some request as I have so many and all you guys have such good ideas!)

∞༺♥༻✧✧༺♥༻∞　　∞༺♥༻✧✧༺♥༻∞　

Meant to meet again...

warnings- none

words- 1.2k

(also I am so so so so sorry Gustav and Georg aren't in this I couldn't think how to incorporate them but they're mentioned!)

Y/n stood on the carpet watching actors, actresses, models, musicians be snapped thousands of times, she'd interviewed over 20 people by this point but just kept getting the same old boring replies "oh were so lucky to be here" and the fake laughs, it's what you get being a interviewer- fakes

the sea of photographers seemed to switch direction, facing down to the entrance, Y/n walked forward from her place peering down the carpet and two tall, shaggy haired men stood there but she couldn't figure out who it was "BILL BILL! THIS WAY- TOM TURN THIS WAY TOM" it clicked- Bill and Tom Kaulitz. she'd forgotten about the twins from when they left school, she knew the twins so well back then, best friends really, sharing lessons together and always laughing and skipping lessons they didn't like, hiding in cupboards when teachers called their names down the halls

Y/n straightened her dress while seeing the twins climb the stairs and she couldn't help but get a giddy feeling as they walked towards her, they both looked so different to how she remembered- Bill had black spiky hair and Tom had dreads that he'd constantly mess with when he was bored in class "Hi!" Bill started coming into shot of the camera so that her team could start filming

"hey! How are you two?" she asked grabbing the pair microphones

"good good, you?" Tom had a look across his face the girl couldn't really understand but she smiled to him none the less

"very well- enjoying the night and speaking to everyone! so if you wouldn't mind I'll introduce you and ask only a few questions then let you go because I don't doubt theirs about 100 more people who'll want you after me!" she laughed to the two now men, not boys she used to know

"I've herd that a few times" Tom joked getting a shove from his brother "what! it was funny"

"okay ready to start?" she asked turning back to the two who nodded "okay- roll... Good evening everyone, I'm Y/n Y/l/n from CBQ News and tonight I'm here with Bill and Tom Kaulitz, how are you-"

"Oh my god! I knew it was you!" Tom had wide eyes and mouth agape looking to the girl, he knew he recognised her, her eyes, her nose, her smile, her everything he knew he knew it from somewhere

"holy sh- Y/n!" Bill covered his mouth as the girl laughed nodding "you look beautiful oh- I'm sorry were ruining the interview but we haven't seen you in like nearly 20 years!" he spoke to the camera then looking back to the girl

"I know you left school when I think- yeah I was 15 and you two had just turned 16" they nodded still staring at her, Tom couldn't help but remember what he thought of her all those years ago- Y/n was his school crush from when they were 7 to 17 years old, yes 17- though he never saw her when they left he still thought about her all the time and looked back on the picture the two took the day they we're leaving, she was smiling with her arms around his neck, hugging him. Sometimes he missed school- not the bullying or the stares but the times in class were they'd just burst out laughing until they felt sick "so- back onto the interview" she laughed "who're you two wearing tonight?"

the boys gave their answers, making remarks and laughing as they all watched someone fall up the stairs but Tom still couldn't get over Y/n, she looked even more gorgeous, her hair perfectly fitted to her face, her dress looked so good on her though it had been so long- his feeling were trickling back in "can I say, you look great Y/n- not even great, amazing tonight" a blush painted her face and Bill looked toward his brother, the memories came back of the nights him and Tom would be sat talking about if he was going to finally ask out Y/n but every year he made an excuse, he was planning on asking her to prom but they left before it happened and she ended up going alone, thats what Tom's friends said anways-but god does he wish he just took the plunge

"aw thank you! you two the first to actually say something about me tonight" a smile came across her face

"we'll they're arseholes, you're one of the best dressed here!" Bill laughed

"god you two stop its giving me an ego!, anyways thank you so much for this- its great seeing you again after so long" she and Bill met in a hug, he'd missed these, giving her a kiss on her cheek before Tom pulled her away into his arms, her hands went around his neck, his head resting on her shoulder and hers lay in his chest- just like the photo "thank you- its been amazing seeing you" she spoke to Tom quiet enough for the mic's not to pick it up, pulling away from the hug they still kept their arms on each other. Bill knew that Tom was probably going to be talking about this hug for the next week but he didn't mind- he knew what It meant to him

"I've missed you Y/n..." she nodded trying to hold the tears back, she didn't realise how nice it felt to be with them again and just being in their arms- especially Toms- would make her so emotional

"me too..." she breathed

"god you're going to make me cry- stop Y/n" Bill chuckled blinking up trying to discard the tears, Tom still stood with the girl unable to pull from her

"okay- hm, well you two- I hope you have an amazing night and maybe I'll see you in another 20 years?" the three laughed, but Tom wasn't about to wait another 20 years to see her again, he couldn't

"hope so!"

"aaannnd cut-" the camera man called and the three breathed, she took the mics back and thanked the pair again, when other interviewers realised that they'd finished Bill and Tom's name bounced around again

"have a good night guys, I wont hold you up anymore" she sadly grinned rubbing Bills shoulder feeling a weird pain in her chest- like she was saying good bye again

"ugh I'd much rather stay with you but, we both know what these things are like" Bill gave her one last hug, squeezing her tightly and saying thanks once more before he was dragged by someone she didn't even see but he was gone and only her and Tom stood there

"guess I need to say bye to you too hm?" the two shared a laugh

"yeah.. yeah" Tom couldn't let his nervousness get the best of him this time, he knew if he didn't say anything he'd regret if for how many more years went by before he saw her again "I- I was wondering if maybe you'd wanna grab drinks one of the nights? or even tonight if you can do you want to sit with us- Gustav and Georg will be at the after party thing- it's fine if not of course I'm guessing you've already got a table with some people and-" the guitarist rambled on making the girl infront of him giggle

"I'd love to go get drinks with you Tom- and also sit with you all tonight" he felt like he had gone back to being 16 for a second as the words left her mouth "so I'll meet you by the doors at say, 9?"

"Yeah 9 works, okay!- I better go so" he hugged her again pressing a kiss to the top of her head "bye!" she waved to the man who was smiling so widely it hurt

#bill kaulitz #tom kaulitz #kaulitz twins #tom kaulitz x reader #00s #2023 #tom kaulitz 2023 #georg listing #tokio hotel #tom kaulitz imagines #gustav schäfer #germany #met gala 2023 #tom kaulitz icons

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mikachacha · 7 months

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𝙻𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚅𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚝 (𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝙻𝚎𝚎 𝚡 𝙸𝚍𝚘𝚕! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛)

Synopsis: You and Bada are secretly dating and for your anniversary, you decided to go on a road trip together to enjoy your special day and each other's company.

Warnings: language, this one will be a little steamy because the song is just 😘👌

(A/N: Thank you so much @asweetcollide for recommending this song 🥺 I absolutely love it)

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Life as an idol is never easy. So many things to do, so many commitments and rarely a time off to enjoy. Days off are something you really look forward to because you get to spend it with Bada, your girlfriend. You and Bada have been dating in secret for a year now. There were lots of ups and downs, some slip ups here and there but you survived all of it. It made your relationship stronger than ever.

"Hey pretty girl.. Good morning." Bada greets you upon waking up and showers your face with kisses which made you giggle. You always loved waking up next to her since she always wakes you up with kisses and lots of cuddles.

"Good morning my love.. Happy anniversary to us." You smile at her and she mirrors the smile you have before kissing your lips. You couldn't help but pull her closer to you, wanting more of those sweet kisses. You missed the feeling of her lips against yours since you had a lot of project the past few weeks and she was off filming for Street Woman Fighter for its second season.

"You're such a needy baby.." she murmurs against your lips as you continued to make out. She pulled you on top of her and playfully smacked your butt that made you yelp out in surprise. You playfully glared at her before getting off and went to the bathroom to freshen up. You couldn't help but smile at the thought of spending the day with Bada and on your anniversary to top that.

After two hours of packing all of the things you'll both need for your road trip, you helped Bada load everything to her car so you can finally head out. She gave you a kiss before the both of you got in the car, with her driving and you, her passenger princess. You both agreed to just drive around the countryside, away from the media so you can celebrate with the much needed privacy.

"Badaaaaa I'm bored.." you pouted, two hours in your car ride and she could only chuckle in amusement, handing her phone to you and you grinned, going through spotify to search for songs to listen to while on the road. After picking, you opened the camera and took pictures of yourself with Bada's phone before turning to taking pictures of her as well.

"Careful to not post anything, yeah? They're already suspicious of us." Bada reminded since a few weeks prior, you accidentally posted pictures of yourself on Bada's instagram account. It was hell for a few days since fans began speculating your relationship. Bada has no problem going public but she worries about you. You're at the peak of your career and had a lot to lose if they found out you're dating a woman.

"Speaking of that, baby.. What if we come clean? I couldn't hide it anymore. I want to hold your hand in public, maybe go out on dates with you without us having to drive far just so we can get privacy.." you began ranting and Bada just listened. It aches her heart having to hide her relationship with you as well. She wanted to treat you out but both of you would ultimately agree on staying at home since you couldn't be risked being seen on a date together.

"I know, baby. I also want that but are you really sure? I mean, I don't mind at all but you're at the peak of your career. Aren't you worried that people might not react positively if we're gonna go public about our relationship. That could affect you a lot." she pulls over so you can really talk properly. She looks at you and held your hand, giving your knuckles a kiss while waiting for you to think about what she said.

You sighed and looked at her. She's got good points but you rose to fame because you didn't give a fuck about what people so why stop now? If they hate you for dating a woman then whatever. You're a firm believer of relationships should be kept in private, not a secret.

"I'm sure, Bada. I don't want to keep us a secret, I don't want to keep YOU a secret." you told her and she looks at you, tears brimming her eyes before pulling you in for a sweet kiss. She just loves you way too much.

After sharing a moment inside the car, the both of you decided to just have the picnic on the field outside since it's a perfect day. Not too hot and windy. She places the blanket on the grass while you placed the picnic basket down. The both of you sat down, enjoying the food and the view. You took pictures of each other and pictures together where you would kiss or just be idiots so in love.

It was finally time to start driving once more and Bada couldn't help but sneak in some make out sessions with you which you absolutely enjoyed. You were sat on her lap, kissing while her hands roamed under your shirt, caressing the bare skin. She pulls away, loving how flustered you look already and planted soft kisses down your jaw and neck. Your soft pants and mewls was such a turn on for her, she couldn't get enough of the sounds you make especially when her lips hover on the sensitive spot on your neck.

"Baby.. You're such a tease.." you whined as she suddenly stopped. She laughs and pecks your pouted lips. You're just so adorable, Bada couldn't help it.

"I'm sorry my needy baby. We gotta get going, you know? I promise to give you all the loving when we arrive at the hotel." she says and you perked up at the promise of extra loving at the hotel which made her laugh and help you back to the car. As she drove, you posted the picture of you and Bada kissing with the caption, "Happy anniversary @badalee_ ❤ I love you". You smiled and turned your phone off, letting people do whatever they want with your post. The only thing you care about is the happiness you felt being with Bada and that's enough for you.

#bada lee #bada lee x reader #swf2 #swf2 x reader

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toomuchracket · 7 months

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elope with me (ross x reader fluff)

day 5 of promptober75!! ross and shy gf have some mad realisations in the backseat of birthday party!matty's car on the way to edinburgh. that sounds dirty but actually this is the fluffiest thing of all time lol. i've missed writing for ross, and i really hope you guys like this as much as i do <3

"and then she says, and this is no word of a lie, that she thinks the cannibalism is romantic. romantic!"

matty's tone is incredulous, and so is his face, visible in the rearview mirror. the car swerves slightly as he looks back at you and ross, both of you giggling in the backseat at your friend and his impassioned rant against some film he'd watched recently.

his fiancée lightly slaps his arm. "stop bitching about me and keep your eyes on the road, please! honestly. sorry, guys."

you laugh as she turns to you and rolls her eyes, before her attention is diverted by matty picking up her hand and kissing it in wordless apology. ross squeezes your own hand and winks at you, letting the peaceful silence linger for a second before he speaks again. "so do you recommend the film, then?"

"yes!"

"absolutely fucking not."

"it's genuinely a good film, ross, it's not matty's fault he's too much of a coward to enjoy it," your friend glares at matty, then turns to lock eyes with you. "you actually might like it, babe. it reminded me of that ethel cain song you told me to listen to."

"oh, strangers?" you say, straightening up in your seat. "yeah, that's romantically cannibalistic, i s'pose. i might give it a watch once we're home."

"christ, not you as well, babe," matty groans, lightly thumping his head off the steering wheel. "i thought you were sane."

ross laughs. "nah, she's just so quiet that she lulls you into a false sense of security, before she reveals her weirdo tendencies," he says cheekily, snuggling into you as your cheeks heat up. "what's that museum you want to go to, again?"

"the surgeons' hall."

"that's the one. brains in jars, and weird shit like that," ross shudders. "creepy."

"i'm cool not going, if you don't want to," you say meekly. "i just don't know the city, s'all, so i don't fancy going alone in case i get lost. streets on top of other streets and all that."

ross opens his mouth, but matty's fiancée gets there first. "no, i'll go with you, lovely! we could make an afternoon of it, get a drink afterwards. or food, if we can stomach it."

the relief on ross's face is so obvious it almost makes you laugh.

you smile at your friend. "if you're not too tired after your event, absolutely. thank you for offering, babe."

"yeah, thanks indeed," ross grins. he catches his best friend's eye in the rearview mirror. "while the girls are off being weird… pub?"

matty nods. "pub."

"i would also like to go to the pub, though," his fiancée interjects. "s'been too long since i had a drink in a good scottish one. we could meet you after our museum trip, couldn't we, babe?"

"that sounds good," you reply. "i take it you're excited to be back in edinburgh, then? you spent some time here before you moved to london, didn't you?"

"babe, you have no idea how much i'm looking forward to it," your friend sighs. "i'm kinda nervous, though. the book festival is a big deal. and i'm worried nobody will ask me any questions at my talk."

ross scoffs. "oh please, you have more fans than we do - don't deny it, matty, you know i'm right. you'll be fighting off people trying to ask you stuff, mate."

"yeah, it'll be great!" you add, smiling warmly.

she smiles just as warmly in return. "well, i hope you're right. maybe you'd better prepare a question, though, just in case no one else wants to talk."

your eyes widen, and you shake your head. "i love you, but there's no way i'm talking in public."

"i'll do it," comes the voice from the driver's seat.

everyone else in the car rolls their eyes. "anything to pull focus," ross mutters under his breath.

matty hears him, though. "oh, shut up, ross. anyway," he clears his throat. "we're about to cross the border, into the land of the soundest people on the fucking planet."

ross cheers when he sees the "welcome to scotland" roadsign, which makes you all laugh. "you know, i always forget that gretna is literally right on the other side of the border."

you look out of the window. sure enough, you're already driving past houses and shops and little grey stone buildings. "this is the place where people come to get married, right? why is that?"

"oh, history lecture incoming," matty laughs - again, his fiancée smacks him on the arm. "go on, rass."

ross rolls his eyes, but turns in his seat to face you. the warmth in those deep brown eyes of his is so distracting, but you're interested in the history of the place, so you try your best to focus on your boyfriend's words as best you can. "short version is that in the 1750s, you couldn't get married in england or wales without parental consent if you were under 21, but that rule didn't apply in scotland, so people used to sneak off and get married here because it was right across the border. and as long as there were two witnesses, practically anyone could officiate - loads of the blacksmiths performed ceremonies at their anvils, probably because couples needed to get wedding rings somewhere, and now every wedding that takes place in any venue here is done over an anvil. obviously laws are different now, but people still flock to gretna for quick, almost clandestine marriages - total opposite of what the pair of clowns in the front seat have got planned, basically."

"oh, shush, it'll be beautiful. i'm excited," you say, smiling at your friends before turning to gaze out at the town. "and that's interesting, that story. it's also kind of beautiful, i think, the urgency of it all. loving someone so much that you just run away together and get married as soon as you can, no circumstance, no fuss, just love compelling you."

even though you're not looking at anyone as you talk about love and marriage, you find your thoughts focusing on a familiar pair of dark brown eyes, a soft smile, dimpled cheeks, strong arms that feel like home. suddenly a little bit lightheaded, you open your window slightly and turn back to face the rest of the now-silent car's occupants, and immediately wish you hadn't.

ross and your friend have turned to look at you directly, and matty's peering at you through the rearview mirror; all three of them are smiling, but the lack of response sends you into panic mode.

cheeks aflame and heart racing, you start speaking again, far more frantically than before. "i didn't mean to offend the two of you in saying that, by the way, i know you guys are so in love and it's so sweet to see because i love you and i love seeing you happy, and your wedding is going to be perfect and so romantic and i'm so touched that you asked me to be a part of it, and as much as i find the urgency of a gretna wedding romantic i also think it's very sensible to plan the day out in advance because obviously it's such a huge deal, marriage, and i do see the appeal in marrying surrounded by everyone you like and love, i just don't know that it would be for me, but like i said i think your day will be beautiful and-"

"love, slow down, breathe," ross takes your hand in his, rubbing slow circles into your palm - your breathing and heart rate both begin to regulate merely because of his touch. "nobody's offended."

you look nervously toward the front seat. "you're sure?"

"not offended in the slightest, babe," matty says, in the gentle tone you've learned he reserves for the people he loves most in the world. "my girl and i just like showing off."

"speak for yourself, freak," his fiancée scoffs, but her face softens as she looks at him. "nah, it's not about showing off, for me. i just didn't think that true love - like proper romantic fairytale stuff - existed in my world until i met matty. and i want our wedding to reflect that."

your heart glows for them. "that's beautiful."

she shrugs. "it's just my experience. what's yours, if you don't mind me asking? i love the way you two are with each other. i'd love to know how you describe it."

"well, i'm nowhere near as eloquent as you, but i'll try," you say. but the words come easy - all you have to do is look at ross, and your love for him becomes too much to keep to yourself. "for me… it's all about comfort, safety, dependability. i know some of the great love stories have their drastic peaks and troughs, and love can drive you absolutely insane, but that's not the case for us. that's not what i want, or need. i need somebody who shows up for me consistently, who makes me feel secure enough to be more myself, who loves me exactly the same way every day. ross does that for me so effortlessly without ever being boring; there are always new things to learn about him. and i hope he feels the same way about me. it's a quiet kind of love, i think, but it's definitely deep, and true."

you smile bashfully at your boyfriend, who leans forward as far as his seatbelt allows to kiss you softly. "yeah, i think you hit the nail on the head with that description, darling," he murmurs, thumb gently caressing your warm cheek. "just you and i in our own little world."

your tender moment is interrupted by sniffling from the front seat. "for goodness' sake," matty says, wiping his eyes. "i can't believe the pair of you are making me cry in my own car. illegal move."

"shhhh, baby," his fiancée - also teary, you notice - coos, ruffling his hair. she leans over her own arm to grin at you and ross. "you two are so lovely, you know that? coming here with us to support me, and sharing your thoughts like that. i love you, i love your love, and i love that we're all feeling the love today. it's sweet."

"yeah, it is," ross agrees. you snuggle into him as best you can, breathing in the cologne and fabric softener scent of his hoodie and soaking up his warmth like he's the sun. it's not an inaccurate metaphor, actually - he is the centre of your universe, after all. "are you tired, my love?"

"little bit."

"here," ross quickly unfastens your seatbelt and pulls you into the middle seat, thus pulling you closer to him. he gently makes sure you have your new seatbelt on, before wrapping an arm around you and repositioning you against his chest. "go to sleep, darling, we still have a bit of time left in the car."

"will you wake me up when we get into the pretty part of edinburgh?"

ross smiles down at you, so tenderly you could cry. "course i will."

you smile back, eyelids already growing heavy. "alright."

sleep comes easy to you, cosied up safely in ross's arms. as always, he's the subject of your dreams, but the plot of this particular one is a new one to you. well, not totally. you've dreamt of marrying ross before, but the setting has never been so hyper-specific, or recognisable - little stone grey buildings, your hand and his both adorned with wedding rings, clasped together over an anvil, him in a kilt, you in a long white dress, your friends from the front seat of the car smiling and crying happily in the background.

the dream permeates your brain from that point on, even in your waking hours, too. you aren't sure whether it's the abundance of tartan dotted around the royal mile making you think of dream-ross's wedding kilt, or the grey façades of the buildings in the old town making you think of the far less elaborate ones in gretna, or if it's just ross's hand in your own as you wander around the city making you think of wedding rings, but you can't get the thought about running off to gretna with him out of your mind.

it's funny, you think; you've only spoken about marriage enough to know that it's something you both want at some point, so your brain's constant defaulting to thoughts of eloping, of all things, should utterly terrify you. but like everything else in your relationship with ross, it feels easy, and natural, and right. the thing that scares you the most, actually, is how best to bring it up to your boyfriend.

as it turns out, though, you don't even have to. because, on your final night in edinburgh, ross mentions it first.

it happens after dinner, after drinks, after a singalong in the pub with the trad folk band playing songs none of you knew. you'd laughed and smiled until your cheeks hurt, and danced until your feet did too. ross carried you the whole way back to the hotel - no mean feat, considering he had to go at the same pace as an overly-tipsy matty and his wife-to-be - and he hasn't really let go of you since; not in the quick shower you took to rid yourself of "pub smell" and makeup, not while you brushed your teeth, and not in bed, where he's curled around you protectively as you lie on your side.

he's straight to the point, as usual, however. "you've been thinking about us eloping in gretna, haven't you?"

if you were any less intoxicated, you would panic. instead, you roll over lazily to face him, smiling shyly. "how could you tell?"

"your eyes lingered far longer they usually would on the window of that jewellers near victoria street," ross smiles, reaching to brush a stray bit of hair from your face. "that, and when you let me use your phone to google taxi numbers the other night i saw 'gretna marriage license rules' in your recent searches."

"you're very perceptive, macdonald."

"i try. so… what are the rules?"

"well," you begin, thinking back to your findings. "you have to apply for one 29 days before you want to get married, so the registrars can do all their checks."

"29 days?"

"yeah."

ross grins. "well, i've waited this long. what's another month?"

"really? you want to elope, too?" your breath catches in your throat as you speak - out of sheer joy, though, not fear.

"love, if we could've, i'd have married you on the way home tomorrow," ross says softly. "i mean, we have witnesses - who i think we should ask to come back up with us again next month, by the way - and semi-nice outfits, and i could get us rings easy. what else do we need?"

"you're right, we're ready," you giggle. "and i agree with you about the witnesses. if only to see matty weep when we say i do, honestly."

"oh, he'll be a mess," ross snorts. he brings your hand to his lips. "so it's settled, then? we're doing this?"

you lean forward to kiss him - softly, but not without an undercurrent of love and passion and desire. "yeah, we're doing this. one month, sweetheart, and i'm officially yours forever."

"looking forward to it, my love."

#mads does writing #ross macdonald fluff #ross macdonald x reader #ross x reader #ross macdonald fic #ross macdonald fanfiction #ross macdonald fanfic #shy gf #promptober75 #mads muses

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foundheavenly · 5 months

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“Life’s too short”

Disclaimer: English is not my mother tongue so please be nice

Words: 1968

Plot: In which you have been best friends with Gojo for a decade now and you have a crush on him

Pairing: gojo x female reader

Theme: fluff, friends to lovers, comfort

Shoko, with a mischievous glint in her eyes, leaned forward and said "So, when are you finally going to confess your feelings to Gojo?"

You take your eyes off your screen phone and look at your best friend. It was your day off and you decided to get some quality time with her and Utahime. It has been a while since you saw each other- Utahime is at Kyoto since years now and Shoko is always at the infirmary while your time is with the new generations of students- and you missed both of them so much.

The cafe buzzed with chatter as you were around a small table outside, sipping your drinks. The laughter and clinking of cups filled the air, creating a comfortable atmosphere.

Shoko looks back at Utahime and they both smile.

Utahime chuckled, sipping her tea. "Yeah, it's been a decade now. Isn't it about time you spill the beans?"

Feeling a bit embarrassed by their comments, you felt your cheeks warm up, and you suddenly tried to play it off with a casual shrug. "Come on, guys. You know Gojo can be insufferable. Confessing would just boost his ego even more."

Shoko smirked and crossed her legs before leaning a bit towards you. "Oh, please. We've all seen the way you look at him. It's like you're under some love spell."

A sigh left your parted and cold lips because you never thought it was this obvious. Who else knows about this? Does he knows, after all these years?

"Admit it. You've had a crush on him since day one." Utahime joins and holds her tea to stay a bit warm. It was almost winter and the air was getting colder and deprived of colors.

You sighed again and rolled your eyes, taking their comments in a playful way. You weren’t annoyed to talk about this topic, you were just a bit uneasy and anxious. "Okay, fine. Maybe I have a tiny, insignificant crush. But Gojo? Really?"

Your words made Shoko laughed and you glare at her. She lifted her hands up while Utahime chuckles. "You can deny it all you want, but it's written all over your face. The tension between you two is palpable."

Utahime chimed in, "Besides, annoying best friends often make the best partners. You know each other inside out."

The best partners?

You scoffed at her words, "Yeah, knowing Gojo 'inside out' is not always a blessing. He's a walking chaos generator."

Shoko teased, "But you love that chaos, don't you?"

Damn.

She knows you way too well.

You blushed, avoiding eye contact, and took another sip of your black coffee. "Well, maybe a little."

Utahime grinned, "So, what's stopping you from confessing?"

You sighed, "Fear of ruining our friendship, I guess. What if he doesn't feel the same way, and things get awkward? I can't afford to lose him"

Shoko patted your shoulder, "Life's too short for 'what ifs.' Just go for it. If he's your annoying best friend for ten years, he's probably noticed something by now."

And after all, she was right. Life is too short for some 'what ifs', especially in your case. Always putting your lives at risk, being constantly in stress of being attacked by some grade cursed spirits, and going on these shitty missions. But still, it's not that easy. Satoru is your best friend since a decade, it always been like this and confessing to him would only put your friendship in danger.

You absentmindedly took a sip of your coffee and thought of her words. Shoko, with a nonchalant air, pulled out a cigarette and lit it and took several drags, creating a small cloud of smoke around our table. You wrinkled your nose, waving the smoke away.

"Shoko, can you not do that here? We're in a cafe, not a bar," You said, trying to maintain some sense of decorum.

She simply grinned and blew a smoke ring in your direction, making you chuckle despite yourself. Utahime shook her head, amused by the display.

Shoko blew out another puff of smoke and grinned, "You should really take our advice, you know. Life's too short to let opportunities pass by."

You nodded, giving a half-hearted smile, "I know, I know. I'll think about it." Then you think of something and grinned at her too, "You should take your own advice. You know, for Haibara."

Just as the words left your lips, your phone vibrated on the table. Shoko's eyes widen and Utahime burst in laugh at the change of situation. You glanced at the screen and groaned audibly. Shoko raised an eyebrow, and Utahime looked curious as you picked up the call.

"Gojo," You muttered, rolling your eyes.

As soon as you said the name, Shoko smirked, "Speak of the devil."

You sighed and answered the call with a mix of irritation and anticipation, "What do you want, Gojo?"

His voice came through the phone, casually upbeat as always, "Hey, my favorite person! Just checking in. What are you up to?"

You sighed again and it was always like this. He was your best friend, you loved him, but gosh he was so annoying and always pulling your nerves, "Just hanging out with Shoko and Utahime. What about you?"

At your voice tone, Satoru chuckled, "Oh, you know, the usual. Saving the world, being the strongest, the usual Gojo stuff."

He's so annoying...

Shoko winked at you, clearly enjoying the situation. You shot her a glare before turning your attention back to the phone. Shoko and Utahime started to speak to each other and they seem to have some fun.

"Anyway, anything interesting happening in your life?" Gojo asked, his tone suggestive.

You couldn't help but roll your eyes again but not gonna lie, it was pleasing to hear his voice after some time, "No, Gojo, nothing interesting. Just the usual drama."

Shoko took another drag of her cigarette, watching you with a smirk. Utahime seemed entertained by the unfolding scene and listened to your conversation quietly.

Gojo laughed on the other end, "Well, if you ever need a break from the 'usual drama,' you know where to find me. I could use some company."

Your heart missed a beat.

Several beats actually.

Damn.

You sighed, "We'll see, Gojo. Maybe I'll take you up on that offer someday."

As you hung up, you turned to your friends, who were both wearing knowing smiles. Shoko gestured to the phone, "Looks like Mr. Gojo is interested in some company. Maybe it's time to take our advice, huh?"

You shook my head, feeling a mix of annoyance and butterflies in your stomach. "We'll see," You repeated, taking another sip of your coffee, contemplating the possibility of turning our years-long friendship into something more.

The school quarters were quieter than usual as you made your way back in the familiar corridors, lost in thought about the conversation with Shoko and Utahime. As you turned the corner, your eyes widened when you spotted none other than Gojo, casually leaning against a pillar.

He looked up from whatever he was observing in the distance, his trademark smug grin in place. And for the first time in years, he wasn't wearing his usual black blindfolded. His blue eyes met yours and you almost flustered, "Well, well, if it isn't my favorite person. Fancy meeting you here."

You raised an eyebrow, "Don't you have better things to do than loiter around school quarters?"

Gojo pushed himself off the pillar, strolling over with that effortless swagger of his. "Nah, just felt like enjoying the view. And by view, I mean you."

Such a flirt, yet you like it more than you wanted to believe.

You scoffed, trying to hide the fact that his presence always managed to throw you off balance. "What are you really doing here, Gojo? Waiting for your fan club to assemble?"

That was a good question because he was supposed to be away for a few days since the higher-ups put him on a 'urgent' mission. But you didn't mind at all. You had missed him.

He laughed at your words, a sound that echoed through the hallway.

Gosh, he loved your company so much.

Gojo smiled and winked at your words, "Maybe I missed you. Or maybe I heard you were back and couldn't resist the opportunity to grace you with my presence."

"You're impossible." You rolled your eyes but you crack a smile. He always managed to put a smile on your face even if you tried to stay mad at him.

Gojo chuckled, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer than necessary. "So, anything exciting happen while you were away?"

You hesitated, considering the advice from Shoko and Utahime. Maybe it was time to take a chance. "Actually, there is something."

He raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued. "Oh? Do tell."

You took a deep breath, summoning the courage to speak your mind. "I was thinking about what you said earlier, about company. Maybe I could use some company."

Gojo's grin widened, and he leaned in slightly, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Well, well. Looks like someone's finally catching on."

Suddenly, you stopped in your tracks, causing Gojo to look at you with a mix of surprise and curiosity. The quiet hum of the school corridors surrounded you as you took a deep breath, gathering your thoughts.

"Life's too short", You hear Shoko's words again.

"Satoru,"You began, your heart pounding, "there's something I've been meaning to tell you."

His blue eyes widened slightly, the playful smirk fading into genuine curiosity. "Well, don't keep me in suspense. What's on your mind?"

Taking another deep breath, you met his gaze and confessed, "I like you for a while now. And today, when you mentioned company, I realized that maybe I want more than just friendship."

Gojo's expression shifted from surprise to contemplation. There was a moment of silence that felt like an eternity before he grinned again, a different kind of spark in his eyes. "Took you long enough, didn't it?"

Uh?

You blinked as you stared into his beautiful eyes, unsure of how to interpret his response. "Wait, what?"

He chuckled, reaching out to gently brush a strand of hair away from your face. "I've known about your crush for ages, silly. I was just waiting for you to figure it out yourself."

Okay, so it was that obvious. Your jaw dropped, and you stammered, "You... you knew?"

Gojo nodded, his grin widening, "Of course, I knew. I'm not as oblivious as you might think. And I might have been dropping hints, hoping you'd catch on."

You felt a mix of embarrassment and relief, "Well, why didn't you say anything?"

Your heart missed several beats as you watch him coming closer to you. Usually you don't care, but now it's another thing. Everything is different. He leaned in, whispering, "Because I enjoy watching you get flustered, silly."

Before you could react, Gojo closed the distance between you, pressing his lips to yours. It was a moment of surprise, but as the initial shock wore off, you found myself kissing him back. The corridor, once silent, now held the echo of a confession that had finally been made.

As you pulled away, Gojo grinned, "So, about that company you were looking for..."

You couldn't help but laugh, realizing that maybe, just maybe, this confession was the beginning of something even more exciting than your years of friendship.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #gojo #satoru #jjk x reader #gojo x reader #gojo saturo

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Begin Again | Enid Sinclair x Reader

You just got out of a toxic relationship with Xavier and with Enid having her heart broken by Ajax too, she decides to ask you out on a date. [Reader is a vampire]

Inspo : Begin Again by Taylor Swift

You took a deep breath and entered the quad, this was the first time you were stepping out of your room after what happened with Xavier. You really liked him, but of course, he cheated on you with Wednesday.

It hurt you when he did that but you had to move on. You weren't looking forward to classes but you had to deal with it. Everyone was having breakfast and you had the first period free, giving you about an hour of free time. You were pretty popular in the school and your relationship was loved by many, so everyone knew about what had happened. Waving to many people, you made your way to the vampires.

Engaging yourself in conversations was really helping with your mood until people started gossiping about your relationship. "Y/n? Are you alright, we heard about you and Xavier," one of them quipped. "Is it true he kissed Wednesday?" another added. "He was an asshole anyway, I'm glad you got rid of him," "Wednesday didn't really seem to be his type-" "I thought he was more into Bianca," They continued with their comments which made you sick, "Stop! Enough, can you guys stop bothering her?" you heard a voice from behind you, shutting them all up.

You turned around to see Enid and smiled. You weren't very close to her but you both would always sit together in most classes and you had started to develop a liking towards her. She was friendly, smart, energetic and cared about people. You were glad to have her as a friend, although, sometimes you wondered if you both could have ended up in a relationship if Xavier hadn't happened. You were always interested in her but then Xavier came along and you had forgotten about your crush on her. "Y/n? Hey, you there?" She said, waving her hand around your face, bringing you back to reality. You shook you head and said, "Yeah, yeah." She giggled, taking your hand leading you away from the vampires to a place where you both could talk.

"So, how has it been? You know, life, I heard about what happened with Xavier, are you alright? You haven't stepped out of your room in weeks," she said, concern lacing her tone as she fiddled with her fingers. "I'm fine, Enid, don't worry, I just kinda miss him, you know? He was a good guy, well except for the cheating part," you said, shrugging as she gave you a small smile. "Well, that makes the two of us," she replied, making you raise your eyebrows. "Oh, I forgot to tell you, I broke up with Ajax last week," she said as your mouth formed an 'O' shape. "So, um, I was thinking.. do you want to go to the Weathervane later today? I mean since we're both single, I- I mean uh-" you cut off her blabbering by a giggle. "You're so cute, Enid, if you want to ask me out on a date, just say so, the answer's yes, by the way." You said, walking away leaving her blushing. -- You looked into the mirror and took a deep breath. Xavier never liked it when I wore high heels but you were sure Enid wouldn't mind. You were really looking forward to the date as you made your way into the weathervane. You walked in, expecting her to be late but she was early, standing there waiting for you. She took one look at you, her jaw dropping. "Wow, Y/n, you look so good," she said, biting her lip. She signaled for you to sit down, sitting across you. Both of you indulged in conversations about various topics. She ordered drinks for you both and honestly, she got your order right in the first go. She told you so many stories but she couldn't tell why you were coming off a little shy. What surprised you the most was when she threw her head back laughing like a little kid, it was strange that she thought you were funny because he never did. You had a great time with her but it was getting pretty late so you both walked down the block back to Nevermore. You almost brought him up but she started talking about the Christmas movies she watched with her siblings which made you smile.

You had been spending the last few weeks thinking that all that love does is break and burn and end but she changed your perspective on that. You both reached your dorm as you turned around to look at her, smiling. "I had a great time, Enid, thank you for that, you're amazing," you said, making her cheeks go red.

"We should do this more, you know, friends hanging out?" she said, her eyes looking down at your lips for a second before coming back up as she bit her lip, fiddling with her fingers. You giggled, making her confused. "Oh, Enid, I like you too," You said, putting your palm on her cheek and pulling her in. She smiled into the kiss, putting her arms behind your neck as your lips moved in sync.

You thought you would be scarred for a while after Xavier and his asshole behavior, But, on a Wednesday, in a cafe, you watched it begin again.

#fanfic #enid sinclair #wednesday #xavier thorpe #enid sinclair x reader #enid sinclair imagine #netflix wednesday #xavier thorpe x reader #enid sinclair x y/n #taylor swift #red tv

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justwearthegoddamncardigan · 4 months

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hi I’m obsessed with your Maze Runner stories and was wondering if you could do a fem!reader x Aris set during scorch trial. Where reader is really shy and has trust issues so when their at WCKED the only person she talks to is Aris and once they escape the others thinks that she’s just stuck up so one night when reader is asleep they mention it to Aris and he defends her and tells them about her past. That’s all I’ve got I hope it makes sense. But don’t stress if your not able to write it🫶🏻

First aris request!!! <3

It's you and me

Aris x fem!reader

Set during scorch trials (movieverse)

Warnings: injury including a twisted ankle and Crank bite, language/swearing

"So we know there's something off about this place," says Aris, voice hushed.

"I mean, yeah," you say.

For days now, you and Aris have watched the continuous cycle of scientists wheeling new bodies in daily, into a room you can't even access through the vents.

The two of you sit at the top of your bunk; the bed you've been sharing since the other girls from your Maze have been gradually taken away, supposedly to a safe place.

"I think we're in danger here," you say quietly.

"Yeah," agrees Aris. "Listen, we need help."

"Help?"

"I saw this guy today, Thomas. He's from Group A. I think he might be able to help us."

You frown. "You think we can trust him?"

Aris squeezes your hand. "We're just two people, we'll need more if we want to do anything. I think we have to trust someone."

You sigh, flopping back in your bed. "Fine, you're right."

Aris lies down beside you. "I'll talk to Thomas tomorrow."

"Okay," you say, turning to him. "Just- be careful."

⭒----⭒

It's a couple days later that you're standing outside a storage room while Aris picks out a new shirt, and someone starts walking towards you.

"Hey, it's Y/n, right? You're with Aris?"

You blink at the guy, confused. "Yeah," you say cautiously. "Who are you?"

"Minho," he says with a friendly smile. "Thomas told me about you and Aris."

He swings his gaze around the corridor before leaning forward to whisper to you, and you instinctively take a step back.

"Listen," says Minho, voice low. "These bodies you guys saw, any ideas on what they actually mean? Cause Thomas is going a bit crazy about it, and we wanna-"

"I'm sorry," you cut him off. "I- I don't really know you, and I'd rather not talk about..." you trail off, ducking your head.

Minho blinks in surprise, and you turn to peek into the clothes room. "Aris, got something yet?"

"Yeah, hang on." There's a few muffled sounds from the changerooms before; "Okay, I'm done. Let's go."

"Uh-" You turn back to Minho, who's still standing there awkwardly. "It was nice meeting you," you manage to say, before grabbing Aris' hand and tugging him away.

"What was that about?" asks Aris as you're lining up for checkups.

You shrug. "He just wanted to talk."

You eye his new shirt, a dark grey abomination with both horizontal and vertical stripes (but somehow not checkered?). "Really?"

"What?" huffs Aris.

"Nothing, I just thought- given that you were in that room for ten minutes, you were trying to pick a really nice shirt."

"Hey, I like this," says Aris in mock-indignation.

"I'm sure you do..." your gaze drops to the uneven white hem. "Did you pick an ugly one on purpose to annoy me?"

Aris answering grin is the only confirmation you need.

You roll your eyes and prop your elbow up on his shoulder, leaning on him as you wait in line. "You're making me miss that cursed hoodie."

"Don't lie, you always loved that hoodie," replies Aris, nudging you with his shoulder.

You snort, ducking your smile into your sleeve.

You spot Minho across the checkup queue, and think back to the conversation you had with him.

Look, you know you're not always the nicest to people, you've just had some trouble... trusting, in the past.

You gaze at Aris, the only person left from your maze, your rock and the one person you trust with everything.

He turns to you as he senses you looking, raising his eyebrows. "You alright?"

"Yeah. Just- thanks, for everything. The person you've been for me this whole time."

Aris huffs out a laugh. "Where's this coming from?"

You shrug. "Just wanted to say it. I've been lucky, to have you."

"You'll always have me, Y/n. Always."

⭒----⭒

"Hurry, this way!" yells Thomas.

It took about ten minutes for whatever Aris and Thomas' plan was to go sideways, and they'd come rushing back into the rooms telling you and the rest of Group A to run, get out.

You managed to find their friend, Teresa, and now all of you are sprinting towards the main doors.

WCKD guards chase behind you and one of them manages to kick out your leg.

You trip, and pain shoots up your leg as your ankle twists. "Fuck!"

"Here, come on, come on, quick!" A Group A boy, Frypan, punches the guard behind you and grabs you off the floor.

"Don't touch me," you hiss, smacking his hands away.

"Here, I got her." Aris loops your arm over his shoulder, his other arm going around your waist.

You run as best you can, before stopping at a massive door. Thomas reaches forward and turns down the handle, wind gusting in as you step out into the desert.

"This way!"

You run until you're sure your too far for WCKD to find you, ducking down into some covered abandoned-looking place.

You bend you inspect your ankle, the others' arguing going over your head. It's swollen, and twinges with pain when you move, but you follow the group as they pull up a door into some storage room.

"Looks like people lived here," says Minho, rummaging through some supplies.

Around you, lights click on as the group finds torches and lamps.

"Here," says Newt, tossing one to Thomas. "Y/n, want one?"

You turn in surprise. "Yeah, thanks," you say, catching the torch.

"Pack up some stuff," says Thomas, to the group. "Anything you think you might need. We'll split up, meet back here."

You move into another room, sorting through some clothes. "Oi, Aris."

"Ye- woah," he catches the shirt you toss towards him.

"Get out of that sweater," you tell him, grinning at his responding laugh.

You turn away as he gets changed, finding a jacket to pull on over your shirt. You uncover a box of supportive boots, thinking of your twisted ankle. Perfect.

You find a chair nearby and sit to put the shoes on. You hiss softly in pain as you tug off your old shoes, jostling your ankle.

"Here."

Aris kneels down, helping you slide the boots on.

"It's fine, I can-"

"Just let me help," he insists, shooing your hands away.

You let go of the laces, sitting back. You watch as he ties the shoes for you, carefully tugging the sides of the boots around your injured ankle.

"How's it feel?" asks Aris, looking up at you.

"It's good," you say softly. "Thanks."

He gives you a smile. "You're welcome."

You hold his gaze for a second, until you hear shouts coming from nearby.

You jump up, feeling oddly shaken as you snap out of the weird haze you'd felt.

The shouts draw closer, and you realise what they're yelling.

"Run," breathes Aris.

You grab the bag you packed, throwing it over your shoulder.

"Is your leg..." Aris reaches out to support you.

"It's fine, just go!" you urge him.

The two of you catch up to Newt and Frypan, looking over your shoulder to see Thomas and Minho being chased by...

"What are those things?" exclaims Frypan.

"Go!" shouts Thomas. "Move!"

The group runs through the building, ducking through enclosed passages. You start to lag to the back of the group, keeping on Teresa and Aris' heels as Newt runs just behind you.

"Watch out!"

You smack into Teresa's back as the group skids to a halt, three Cranks blocking the way.

"Other way, other way!" yell Thomas.

"Y/n, look out!"

You duck at Minho's warning as a withered arm swipes at your head, but you shout in pain as you feel teeth sink into your forearm.

"Y/n!"

The Crank goes down as you kick it, and you scramble back as Aris jumps in using a metal bar to beat it back.

"Here, this way!"

Aris grabs your uninjured arm, pulling you in Thomas' direction away from the Cranks. You run until you escape the building, finding shelter under some crumbled buildings in the desert.

"We should be safe here for the night," says Thomas, voice slightly unsure.

Everyone is equally doubtful, but too tired to object, so you settle down, using backpacks as pillows.

"You guys need to wrap your wounds," says Newt, passing bandages to you and Winston.

"Thanks," you say.

"I'll help Winston," says Frypan.

"Y/n, want a hand?" offers Teresa.

"I-" you hesitate, before nodding. "Yeah, okay. Thanks."

⭒----⭒

"Winston's getting worse," murmurs Newt, eyes clouded with worry.

It's been just a day, a day of inching slowly across the desert towards mountains that seem to get further every day.

"Have you checked your arm, Y/n?" asks Thomas.

"No," you respond, running your thumb across the bandage.

Thomas leans forward, and you instinctively pull your arm in, holding it protectively to your chest.

Slowly, Thomas reaches to grab his bag, raising his eyebrows at you slightly.

You mentally shake yourself, embarrassed about how jumpy you seem.

You turn as Aris squeezes your shoulder, giving you a comforting smile. It's fine, don't worry. "Get some sleep, Y/n."

You're asleep within a minute, exhausted from travelling.

"Hey, Aris," says Thomas, voice low.

"Yeah?"

"Does Y/n... not trust us?" asks Thomas.

Aris shifts slightly, flicking his gaze over you and seeing you're sound asleep. "What do you mean?"

"It's just- I always feel like she thinks we're gonna hurt her, or something," explains Thomas. "Like just then."

"Really?" Thomas and Aris look to Minho, who's lying down but apparently still awake. "I'm gonna be honest, I always thought she was just kinda stuck up. ...sorry, Aris."

"It's not something to be sorry for," says Aris steadily. "But if you're sorry you should be talking to Y/n, not me."

"Well I-"

"What Minho means," interrupts Newt, frowning at his friend. "Is that it's hard to connect with her. I'd think she's just not a people person, but she seems close with you," says Newt, nodding to where you're pretty much leaning into Aris, sleeping in a half-slumped position.

"We're not trying to insult her," clarifies Thomas. "It's just that we're gonna be a team from here on out, so it'd be nice to get to know her."

"I mean, okay, look," begins Aris. "That's great, and you should get to know her, cause... well she's the best person I know. But you've gotta respect her boundaries. She does have a few trust issues, and you're gonna have to work through those. But if you put in the effort she'll meet you halfway, cause I think she's really trying.

"It... it's hard for her to even be here, with you guys." Aris looks down at you as he speaks, voice soft.

"What do you mean?" asks Thomas. "If you're okay with, uh- telling us."

Aris takes a deep breath. "Alright, I don't know how it was in your Maze, but for our group the first few months was hell. They sent thirty of us in at once, with a Box full of weapons and resources. People saw the weapons and got the wrong idea. So many people were hurt and killed in those early days."

"Dark days," murmurs Newt, staring into the ground. "It was the same for us."

"Yeah," says Aris. "You could hardly trust anyone. Everyone ended up broken into groups, mostly small groups since no one really felt safe with other people. We only had five in our group.

"There was this girl in our group, and she and Y/n were close; really close, practically bonded like sisters at that point. Until this girl betrayed us for the largest group. We had resources they wanted. She practically led us to be killed," says Aris, eyes clouded.

"Y/n got pretty fucked up, cause of that," he continues quietly. "That scar on her shoulder? It's from just barely dodging her best friend's knife to her heart."

"Jesus," mutters Minho.

"Even after all of us got our shit together and started working with each other, Y/n only really trusted our old group. But WCKD's got Rachel now," says Aris, gaze dropping. "And Harriet and Sonya just disappeared."

Aris trails off, lost in his memories, until-

"Alright Aris," says Thomas, sitting forward, voice resolute. "This is what we're here for. We're getting away from WCKD. We'll find our own peace, in a safe place. You and Y/n, and anyone else we meet, we'll protect you. Cause we're a team, and we're gonna look after each other. I'll talk to Y/n later, of course, but that's the promise I'm making you now."

Aris grins at Thomas' intensity. "Thanks," he replies. "And if you do get Y/n's trust, she'll protect you too, all of you. The embodiment of ride or die, that girl. Trust me."

⭒----⭒

The group stumbles upon an abandoned supply area the next morning, and you pull Aris away to collect water alone.

"I heard you guys, last night," you tell him.

Aris turns to you, not nearly as surprised as you thought he'd be. "Yeah? How much?"

"Just the end of it," you say, capping a water bottle and passing it to him. "I wanted to say thanks, for explaining for me. And I'm gonna try, you know, talking to the others."

"That's great, Y/n," says Aris, smiling.

"I can tell they're good people. And I want... I miss having people, I guess. Friends. You know."

"What, gotten bored of me already?" Aris quirks an eyebrow at you.

You huff out a laugh, shaking your head. " 'course not."

"Good," says Aris. "Cause I'm planning on sticking around your stuck-up, traumatised ass for years to come."

"Thanks," you say flatly, hiding your grin.

Aris' expression shifts. "Speaking of years to come... and generally living,"

He reaches out, pulling your arm into his grasp. "Can I?"

At your nod, Aris unwraps the bandage from your arm, revealing the Crank bite marks, present as ever but visibly healing and uninfected.

"How does it feel?" he asks, hope clear in his eyes.

"Fine, honestly," you say softly. "I'm okay."

Aris lets out a breath. "Thank god."

"Yeah," you say, smiling.

"So you're Immune," says Aris.

"Right... Okay, listen," you say, finding your own voice tight with emotion.

You swallow. "If I hadn't been Immune, I would've been... content, happy even, to just have lived this way- with you."

Aris blinks at you.

You frown in thought, quickly ducking around the tank to check on the others still gathering supplies.

"So I-"

"I wouldn't be," interrupts Aris.

"What?"

"You're saying you would've been fine to die, just cause we've had a few years together? Fuck no, Y/n."

"I don't-"

"I want a long, peaceful life," Aris barrels on. "And I want it with you. Because I love you."

What? You take a breath, barely daring to hope. "...platonically, or-"

"Jesus, Y/n. I'm in love with you. Idiot."

"Hey, I'm just making sure," you protest.

You duck your head, kicking the sand lightly. "I was- I was trying to lead into a confession," you tell him.

"I know, I figured," huffs Aris. "But you were struggling, very cutely by the way, and I had to beat you to the punch."

You snort, shaking your head. "I'm unbelievably lucky to have you."

"Nah, I got all the luck," he says, voice soft.

You look into his eyes, the corners crinkled with his smile, and lean forward to press a kiss to his cheek.

"We should get back to the others," you say quickly, grabbing his hand and marching towards the group.

You glance over your shoulder to see Aris looking straight at you, cheeks dusted with pink, before he leans forward.

"I think you missed my lips."

You grin back. "Next time."

Harriet and Sonya were enemies to lovers, btw. Sonya was with Y/n's team, but Harriet was in another group in the early days.

Thanks for reading <3

#the maze runner #aris x reader #tmr aris x reader #tmr aris #my writing

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yanderend · 1 year

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All Yandere's reactions when you hug them!

Requested by an anon (well, sorta...)

— The Detective

As far as Charlie's concerned, your hug came out of nowhere! He knew he was successful in you starting to feel more comfortable with him— but wasn't expecting this!

His initial response is to push you off, out of shock and embarrassment.

Seeing your face, all affectionate and smiley makes his heart race, and he's not quite sure what to do! Usually he's the one trying to render you blushy.

What can I say? Cuddles make him feel soft!

Quickly, he pulls you back into the hug, this time holding you so tight you can barely breathe.

'Don't you dare share this with anyone, okay? You know what'll happen...'

He speaks with his usual malice, but it's a little less threatening than he'd like when you can feel the heat burning from his cheeks.

— The Childhood Friend

· Eli never knew how much she missed the feeling of a good, long hug. You two have almost always been fine with physical touch, but after her spiral you seemed to become a bit more wary— and she hated that!

So, oh boy is she happy to have you finally be physical with her again!

Your hug might result in a few tears, as she holds you tight and shakes with happiness.

'I- I thought you hated me...' She sobs, nuzzling into your neck. 'Please never stop again... Don't let go.'

Not that you'll be physically able to let go, anyway. She'll have an iron grip on you until she's cried all her tears out.

Just like old times, eh?

— The Worshipper (cw: suggestive at the end)

His prayers have been answered! Kazuo has spent days on end asking for a crumb of touch.

(It has been 48 hours since you last hugged him. What are you doing, starving the man?)

He simply can't help it, standing there, frozen as tears well in his eyes, overwhelmed from the feeling of warmth with your body wrapped around him.

'O-oh dear... Oh gosh...' He whimpers, hands flailing, unsure of whether he should hug you back or not. 'I'm not- I'm really not deserving of this, my love! Please--'

When you give him permission to hug back, his touch is incredibly gentle; careful, even. Kazuo feels like he's melting into your touch, wondering if this is what heaven will be like. He sure hopes so.

Even when you let go he feels the warmth residing on his body— leaving him in a fuzzy afterglow all day.

He's a desperate boy, and the slight scent of you on his robes drives him insane. He berates himself for thinking such sinful thoughts, but can't help wondering how long he could've kept you there... Touching him.

He wants more, always hoping, every time he sees you, that you'll do it again. Maybe you'll do more, that time..?

— The Queen Bee

• Anya's immediate thought is to take a picture— preserve this moment! A defining moment of your relationship, to be sure!

Whether it's a short hug or a long one, she'll be sure to make little comments; an attempt at convincing you to hug her more often.

When you hold her, her bout of narcissism comes back in full.

'Look at you, getting all friendly! It's alright if you're falling for me, cutie. We both know I'm irresistible, haha!'

She plays it off as a joke, but she means every word. Your affection solidifies her ideals of you two being a power-couple.

It takes a minute to hit her that you could be this open with others, too. Anya won't allow that, no way!

'Careful not to go around giving everyone this treatment, you don't want to give them the wrong idea, do you? No, I don't think of you that way, of course!' She takes a second to think, bringing her hand up to run it through your hair. 'In fact, why not just keep the hugging to me, yeah? You're soooo super cute when we're alone, after all!'

— The Fanclub

★ The excited squealing of lovestruck girls is one you should get familiar with. You're going to hear it a lot after this.

Fortuna becomes a stuttering mess immediately— she needs to say something, anything! But nothing's coming out except for excited and incompressible whispers.

Aurora is a little more forward, but her heart is still beating way faster than she can keep up with, and she's a little lost too.

The former will shake in your grasp, carving every detail of your body this close-up into her mind. She'll be thinking about this all day, if not all year.

The latter will place a hand on your heart, cozying up and testing the waters as to how close she can get. And also... to gauge if your chest is thumping as loud as hers. (Though, if she picks up any heartbeat at all she'll take that as a 'yes' and let her imagination run wild.)

'H-hey! Um... you're not like... acting like this with any other fans, are you?'

You're confused by the 'fans' sentiment, but that just makes the two of them high-five and interpret it as a "you two are my favourite ladies, so you get special treatment" response.

It wasn't that at all, but it's much safer to let them think that.

— The Deity

Nitai's head has a buffering moment, responding with a 'huh?' when he feels you burrow into his chest.

He wraps muscular, super-soft arms around you, and gets a dopey smile on his face. A hug has never felt so good...

'Am I winning you over, my little angel?' Nitai hums softly. 'Good, good. You're being so nice and loving to me today.'

His nearly inhuman height and strength only gives him a warmer feeling in his chest— you're so very fragile, holding onto him like that.

It's decided! He has to protect this, protect you! There's nobody that should share this experience. They could hurt you!

Nitai will now ask for cuddles CONSTANTLY, his craving for physical attention now overriding everything else.

Any chance The Diety has to hug you goodbye, or crawl into your bed when you're having trouble sleeping— he'll use anything as an excuse to snuggle up close, even something ridiculous.

He's reminded of all the previous followers of his who would've given their right arm to hug him— Oh well, he's always been a fan of nepotism.

— The Anomaly (cw: mild body-horror)

Yvetan was wondering when you were going to do something like this. They chalked the lack of impromptu hugs as having to 'act professional' in front of the armed guards.

They let out a not-quite-right sigh, and let their entire, sore body rest in your arms. They're a lot lighter than you expected, to note.

Yvetan's eyes flutter open to look at your face, their head leaning comfortably on your shoulder. They're wondering why they didn't just miracle you into doing something like this in the first place.

It means even more to them that you did it of your own accord, though. Even more to cherish. What a truly pure human...

'You two,' they speak suddenly, not even turning to look at the guards behind them. 'Look away, now.'

The guards look to eachother, and then to the two of you, stating that they're can't do that as it'd be against protocol.

Yvetan huffs, and you can feel their body go tense for a moment, holding you with their left arm.

From the position you're in, you have clear view of the guards faces crumpling up in horror before one drops his weapon to raise his visor up in a panic.

No eyes. The entire upper half of his face had been flattened out — removed of any features. The guard standing next to him doubles over, dry-heaving before facility medics run into the room to escort them out as they start to scream.

You can feel The Anomaly smile against your skin as they start playing with your hair.

'I can't let them in on this intimate moment of ours. You understand, yes, dear soulmate?'

— The Idol (cw: suggestive)

## Jamison has been open with touch since the moment you met, and has himself constantly prepared to hug you if you need it. (Or if you don't.)

He's never been good with such a genuine emotional connection until you, though, so having a meaningful hug full of so many feelings has him shaking in your grip.

He gets so excited- and not even in the sexy way he normally is! This is just so much for him...

You think he was bad when he broke his arm to get your attention? You've seen nothing yet. Minor or major injuries will become worryingly common— and the only thing he ever asks for when you ask what you can do to help is a hug, or a peck on the lips, if he's feeling cheeky.

Naturally with The Idol, he's going to take every opportunity to invite you to hug him in the public eye so that people know who you belong to. No-one's going to mess with a celebrity's partner right in front of them.

After you initiate PDA, he might take it a bit far and try and get steamy with you on date night. Surely, you want him as much as he wants you, so what's the problem there?

You get groped a bit more often than usual now, and Jamie can't help but be a little disappointed you don't do it back (as often, at least.)

#Collective #yandere oc #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #male yandere #female yandere #yandere #The Detective #The Childhood Friend #The Worshipper #The Queen Bee #The Fanclub #The Diety #The Anomaly #The Idol

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theflyindutchwoman · 5 months

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Nice work today. You, too. It's not a bad way to end our partnership -- saving a family. Yeah. Although, we're -- we're still not partners. I mean, on the job anyway. It's gonna be so weird going to a different station, knowing I'm not gonna see you all day. Yeah. And there's no guarantee that our shifts will sync up. I hadn't thought of that. Wait, wait, wait. So by doing the right thing, we're gonna see each other a lot less? Most likely. Yeah. No. I'm gonna put in my transfer request in the morning.

| ANATOMY OF A SCENE - CHENFORD EDITION 5.12 - Death Notice

This scene felt so much like the end of an era when it aired… There is a sense of finality here that wasn't as present in Amber, when their partnership ended the first time. It feels more bittersweet in some ways… which is actually ironic since this is for a good reason. But that doesn't mean turning this page is easy either. The little callbacks to Amber are the perfect way to come full-circle… Like Tim still refusing to call them partners… Or the fact that they were able to end their working relationship on a happy note again despite the odds, saving a family/baby. Only, now they no longer need to hide in the parking garage… Everything is on the surface. Just like their feelings - that they completely own this time.

As happy as they are to be together, there's this sadness that is so palpable. Working together at the same station has been the cornerstone of their relationship, so it is natural that this is weighing on their mind. There's a bit more gravitas here, knowing that one of them has to leave - or so they thought at the time. How sweet is it that Tim's first words are to compliment Lucy on a job well done… They've come so far since their very first shift. And the look in her eyes, a mix of astonishment, indulgence… and love… The way she picks some lint off his uniform… So intimate. With Tim teasing her that they're still not partners - on the job. That distinction that makes all the difference, the implication that they are partners in life… And his smile when Lucy gently shoves him… So bittersweet and soft.

And I really like that they are both being honest on how they feel : they don't try to hide or pretend that they're not going to miss this part of their relationship. Instead, they actually take the time to acknowledge it. Just like in Amber, at the end of their shift. Tim even finally opens up on what has been on his mind the whole time : how by doing the right thing, they're going to see each other less. How their shifts may not sync up at all, especially at the beginning. Something that Lucy hadn't considered but unlike her, he has some experience in the matter… And it's clear that this revelation is upsetting her while Tim looks pensive in the background. This is really hitting him that this is it. And this is where he makes his final decision even if he doesn't say it out loud. Also, how significant is it that this doesn't deter Lucy. She may not like the idea of not seeing him as much, but that won't stop her from going forward either. Breaking up isn't an option. And that last moment, with Tim taking the war bags from her, is one of the best full circle moment. Their little smile… This is truly the best way to end this part of their partnership...

#the rookie #chenford #chenfordedit #lucy chen #tim bradford #5.12 #Anatomy of a scene - Chenford Edition

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Shopping - Garfield Logan

Warnings; Language, fluff.

Pairing; Gar Logan x gn!reader

Summary; Whilst grocery shopping with Gar you get into an argument over what to buy. based on this prompt list

AN: I actually despise Oreos but we do what we gotta do, am I right?

You hadn't intended for this to happen. Fighting with Gar wasn't a common occurrence, especially in public for others to view, but right now there was a dilemma. It was meant to be a quick trip to the store, an evening run before the shop closed to get some essential items; toilet paper, milk, eggs, paper towels, coffee, and of course—Oreos.

But things weren't going to plan to say the least. As of right now, you stood in the biscuit aisle, Gar in front of you with a frown on his face. "Can't you just do this one thing for me?" He's deadly serious, emotion in his voice as he stares back at you, but you're unresponsive to his puppy dog eyes.

"Gar, I love you, you know that, but there are some things I just can't do."

"It's fudge-covered Y/N, fudge-covered Oreos! Can't you make this one fucking exception?" It's amusing to watch being an outsider, you're sure of it, but in this fight, you have to win no matter the cost, even if it ends in blood.

"Original Oreos are the only choice Gar, I'm sorry."

"You're not sorry, you know, I let you get whatever you want always, but not this time." Gar leans toward the shelf, picking up the package he so desperately wants, and tossing it into the shopping basket in your hand. "We're getting the fudge."

"No," You take out the cookies, shoving them back into the shelf with as much aggression as you can muster. You've broken some of the cookies inside, but you don't care. "We're getting original, end of discussion." You pick up what you deem to be the correct flavour, packing it carefully into the basket next to the eggs.

"You know, it wouldn't fucking kill you to try something new for once!" Gar says it a little too loud, his voice echoing a down the aisle and startling an old lady at the end of it. He mutters a sorry in her general direction before continuing. "You're so selfish sometimes." He grabs a new packet of fudge-covered Oreos, this time keeping them close, so you don't damage them.

"Oh, so I'm selfish now?" You turn to the other end of the aisle calling out to the old lady who still resides at the end. "Do you think I'm selfish?"

The woman looks up, hands shaking as she grasps her walking stick tight, she's got a pack of fudge-covered Oreos under one arm, and without meaning to you roll your eyes. "For fucks sake, never mind." You wave her off when she goes to reply and Gar frowns at you with disapproval before turning to the woman.

"So sorry for the disruption miss, lovely choice of biscuit you've got there." He sends her his signature smile, white teeth flashing pleasantly in a way that makes you both love and hate him at this moment. Curse his good looks and nice boy charm.

"Look, why don't we just get both?" You don't know how the words escape you, because quite frankly you want to win this argument more than anything, but Gar has a way of working you over without doing anything at all. His eyes widen when you say it as if he wasn't expecting it either, and then another smile erupts on his lips. It's wide, sweet, and beyond cute.

"Yeah, that's a great idea." Still, with caution, he places his preferred flavour of Oreo into the basket, watching you carefully and ready to pull them to safety any second. When you don't move to destroy his snack he steps forward, enveloping you in a hug, chin resting atop your head. "You're really cute when you're mad, you know?"

You grunt into his chest, and with the arm that isn't holding the basket, you hug him back. "Let's get out of here."

By the time you pay for your groceries and get to the car, the sky is dark, and the shop is closing. Employees wander the carpark, walking like zombies to their cars after long shifts. As you buckle yourself in you hear a rustling beside you, the sound of plastic being torn. When you turn to face the green-haired boy in the driver's seat, he's opened his special flavour of Oreos, staring at them with wide eyes.

In the next second, Gar bites into one with a smile. "Delicious."

"Can I try one?" It's the second thing you didn't expect yourself to say that night, but in truth, the new flavour of Oreo does look interesting. Gar seems to enjoy it, and that only makes you want to try one more.

"No." His response is simple and takes you off guard to the point where your eyes widen in disbelief.

"What d'you mean no? Give me a bite!" You reach for the packet of open biscuits, but Gar pulls them out of your reach, smacking your hand gently away with a frown.

"No, I'm not going to give you a bite because I know you're not gonna like it. Then you're going to ask me how the hell I like it, and I don't want to listen to that right now." he pushes your hand away once more as you make another advance, and you have to admit he's right. It happens all the time, but that doesn't stop you from wanting to try the Oreos, if anything it makes you want one more.

"Just give me one, please?" You try a nicer approach, this time it's your turn to try out the kicked puppy look, and it seems to work a charm because Gar softens just a little.

"The answer is still no; you've got your boring person Oreos to eat." He pushes the regular flavour in your direction, and you ignore it, letting the packet fall into your lap as you stare him down with the saddest of looks.

"Please, Gar?"

You're wearing him down and you know it, he knows it too, exchanging a look between you and the Oreos he's holding out of your reach. "Fine."

He passes you one with caution and after a moment you take a gentle bite, not giving anything away in your expression as you examine the flavour. You want to make Gar nervous about how you'll react, and the tactic is effective because in the next second Gar's shooting you with questions.

"So, what'd you think? It's good right?"

You pause for dramatic effect before nodding. "Yeah, it's good."

His eyes widen before he's letting out a gentle chuckle, pride consuming his eyes and smile. "See, trying something new isn't so bad." He's grinning again, but it doesn't last long when you shrug, shoulders coming right up to meet the sides of your jaw.

"It's still not as good as the original." A mischievous grin taints your features as an exaggerated groan falls from Gar's lips. He's slumped down into his seat, sitting low as he stares you down.

"You're so lucky I love you, you know." It comes as a tired mutter before he's sitting back up in his seat, starting the car. You allow yourself to laugh at that, and soon Gar follows suit because, at the end of the day, the Oreos don't really matter. You drive home with music blasting from the car radio, the biscuit dilemma long forgotten by the time you're home from your journey. It's late by the time you get back, and after fumbling with the house keys and wandering inside, you're exhausted from the supermarket escapade. So, even after the tireless bickering in the store, you find that sitting on the couch, you and Gar each with your own preferred flavour of Oreo is the best night you could have asked for.

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beanzfandoms · 8 months

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since you write for spn, what about something where the reader is Sam and Dean's little sister and yk when in season 2 they go to the Roadhouse- well, maybe She meets Ash and she gets a crush on him and when they go to the Roadhouse She always stay with him? And maybe they also notice that she has Ash's ring (yeah in my mind he wears a ring with the scrabble's A) and they're like, teasing her, expecially Dean, saying things like 'oh, why don't you come ti the Roadhouse with us? We're pretty sure there's someone waiting for you' and it's just fluff with Ash? Thank you so much, even if you don't write it :3

"Your Frog Prince is Waiting~"

A/n: Thank you so much for the request; it's my very first one! I hope you enjoy! I'm not used to writing Ash, so I apologize if he seems a bit out of character; I tried my best.

Dean x Sister! reader x Sam, Ash x reader

Warnings: Cursing, potential cringe pet names, teenage crush

Description: As the Winchesters spend more time at the Roadhouse, the youngest gains a little crush on one of the residents. 😊

Latin Translation: mnemosynum (Keepsake)

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The inside of the saloon was quiet as Dean shuts the creaking front door. All of the lights were off besides a sparking LED light hanging behind the bar. The place was grim, the sun casting through the ragged curtains seeming to be the only bright thing in the place.

(Y/n) stays close to her brothers as they venture deeper inside, only to bump into Sam as he stops suddenly. Her older brother barely spares her a glance, his attention caught on the boy laying across a pool table a few feet away.

"Oh god... is he dead?" She murmurs, eying him with slight trepidation. Sam shrugs in response.

"Hey, Buddy?" Sam calls out, taking a step forward. No response. "I'm guessing that isn't Ellen."

"You think?" (Y/n) snaps, observing the backside of the stranger. Sam snorts in response, before heading towards the back. "Sammy? Sammy, where are you going?"

"Stick beside me, squirt." Dean's voice says lowly, "We don't really know what's going on here."

(Y/n) turns to him to make a sarcastic response, but pales as she sees a woman press a gun to his back. "Dean..."

"Oh god, please let that be a rifle..."

"No, I'm just real happy to see you," the woman responds, cocking the gun.

(Y/n) took a step forward, only for the woman to dig the head of the gun deeper into Dean's back. "Don't move, or I'll shoot his spine out."

"Don't move -- copy that," (Y/n) repeats, making eye contact with her brother with a dry swallow.

"You should know something, miss. When you put a rifle on someone, you don't want to put it right against their back, 'cause it makes it real easy to do..." Dean rambles before turning around swiftly and stealing the rifle away from the woman's grip.

Before Dean can stand his ground fully, the woman throws a full punch at his face, causing him to stagger as she pulls the gun back to her.

"Sammy-" (Y/n) calls in alarm.

"Sorry..." Sam states as he comes back out with his hands over his head, "Can't help right now, I'm a little tied up."

The older woman who has Sam hostage eyes the two men for a moment before glancing at the young girl standing with a distressed look on her face. "Winchesters?"

"Yeah," both (Y/n)'s brothers say in unison.

"Son of a bitch," she laughs, putting her revolver in her back pocket. "Hey, I'm Ellen. That's my daughter, Jo."

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"He didn't send you..." Ellen pauses, a look of sadness washing over her expression. Neither (Y/n) or her brothers responded as each of them look away from her. The pain of losing their father is still fresh in their heart. "He's alright, isn't he?"

No," Sam finally states with a sigh, "he isn't. It was the demon, we think. It, um... it just got him before he got it, I guess."

"I'm so sorry."

"It's okay. We're all right," Dean says.

"Really, I know how close you and your Dad-"

"Really, Lady, I'm fine," Dean interjects with a stern look. (Y/n) gently places her hand on his thigh before looking at Ellen with the shake of her head.

"So, look, if you can help..." Sam announces, trying to change the subject, "We could use all the help we can get."

"Well, We can't," Ellen replies, "but Ash will."

"Who's Ash?" (Y/n) questions.

Ellen snorts before yelling out the name. As a response, the guy from before swiftly gets up with a groan. Balls fly from the table as he looks around to where his name was being called, his long hair flipping back and forth erratically.

"What?" Ash's voice booms, looking over at the group huddled by the bar, "closing time?"

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"You got to be kidding me. This guy's no genius," Dean grumbles, "He's a Lynyrd Skynyrd Roadie!"

"Dean, give him a chance." (Y/n) grumbles out, kicking him slightly in the leg. Ash cheekily smiles and Dean rolls his eyes.

"Alright. Well, this stuff's about a year's worth of out dad's work," Dean shares as he sits down, "Let's see what you make of it."

Ash looks over the papers that Dean slid over, and scowls. "Come on, this crap ain't real. Ain't nobody can track a demon like this."

"How do you know?" (Y/n) questions, "Our dad was really good at it."

"Well, sweet cheeks. These are nonparametric statistical overviews, cross-spectrum correlations. I mean... damn. They're signs, omens. If you can track them, you can track this demon- You know, like crop failures, electrical storms. You ever been struck by lightning?" (Y/n) shakes her head in response as he looks at her, "It ain't fun."

"Can you track it or not?" Sam asks, giving Ash the stink eye.

"Yeah, with this, I think so."

"Really? How long?" (Y/n) questions with the quirk of her brow.

"It's gonna take time. Give me, 51 hours."

"You can really track down a demon in the span of over two days? I gotta say, that's impressive."

"Oh, you'll be impressed." Ash says with a smirk, "It'll be just like fine wine."

(Y/n) didn't say anything as her face flushes.

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"That kid's hair was something else," Dean chuckles out as they go back to Bobby's car. "Looked more like a rat's nest to me."

"I don't know, I kinda liked it," (Y/n) responds with a small smile.

"Liked it?" Dean speaks, whipping his head around, "You mean to tell me you'd get your hair cut that way too?"

"No! What I meant is, it suited him. Not everyone could pull it off," (Y/n) speaks, climbing into the back of the van.

"Yeah, if you call that a suited haircut..."

"Do you really think he'll be able to track Dad's demon in 51 hours?" Sam asks, looking out the passenger side window.

"Psh, my bet is no. Dad spent his entire hunting career looking for that thing. There is no way a kid who sleeps on a pool table can top that!"

"I say he will," (Y/n) replies matter-of-factly.

"What makes you say that?"

"I just got a good feeling about him, is all."

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"Did you find the demon?" Sam's breath tickles the back of (Y/n)'s head as he leans over her. Ash sets his computer down, casually placing his arm beside hers as he types away.

"It's nowhere around, at least nowhere I can find. If this fugly bastard raises its head, I'll know. I mean, I'm on it like divine on dog dookie."

"You can really be alerted right away?" (Y/n) asks with awe.

"Any of those signs or omens appear anywhere in the world, my rig will go off like a fire alarm."

"That's amazing..."

"Where did you learn to do all this?" Sam gasps in amazement.

"M.I.T., before I got bounced for fighting." Ash explains with a somewhat embarrassed look on his face.

"What was the fighting about?" (Y/n) responds, amusement crossing over her face.

Ash looks over at her with amusement of his own, "Wouldn't you like to know, sugar cube."

"Okay!" Dean says as he gets up from the table, "Give us a call as soon as you know something?"

"Si, si, compadre."

(Y/n) gets up from her seat, going to head after her brothers who already made their way back to the front, before being stopped by Ash.

"Hey, sugar cube. I wanna give ya somethin' before you hit the road," Ash says, as he leans against one of the chairs.

"Oh? And what's that?" (Y/n) replies with a flirtatious simper.

"Give me your hand," Ash says simply, "and you'll get your big surprise."

"Okay..." (Y/n) chuckles, reaching her arm out. Ash grabs at her wrist softly, eyeing each one of her fingers before placing something cool to the touch over her middle finger.

"mnemosynum," Ash announces with a bow, granting her access to what he put on her. A bulk piece of metal clung to her slim finger; the initial A engraved in it. "Until we meet again."

"Why?" (Y/n) asks. It's not that she didn't like it; it was quite charming. She was just slightly confused on why she got the gift in the first place.

"I have a good feeling about you, sweet cheeks. I think we are going to be tight these next couple months," Ash announces, "You can keep that, by the way."

"Thanks... You know, I can say the same thing for you."

"Is that so?"

"It's so."

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"Come on, kiddo. We gotta get going," Dean says as he grabs his keys from the top of the motel's mini fridge.

"Why's that?" (Y/n) responds, not looking up from her book. "I thought you and Sammy were just going to the town over."

"We need some info," Dean pauses as he checks out the ring on his sister's finger, "and I'm sure your roadkill boyfriend would love to see you."

"He's not roadkill, Dean!" (Y/n) shouts, slamming her book shut. "And he's not my boyfriend!"

"Sure, and you aren't red as a tomato right now," Dean smirks. "Seriously though, we gotta go, so... get to moving, princess. Your frog prince is waiting~"

#fanfiction #supernatural x reader #dean winchester x sister reader #sam winchester x sister reader #supernatural x sister! reader #dean winchester x reader #sam winchester x reader #ash supernatural #supernatural ash x reader #supernatural #ash x reader #winchesters x reader #dean x reader x sam #sam x reader x dean

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daphnebowen · 3 months

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thinking about percabeth moments/annabeth's reactions to Percy being alive and ok. I feel like the first time, with the hug, it's really the first time we see Annabeth vulnerable. she's so relieved because Percy just frickin threw himself off a building and would have died had his father not saved him. she's never really seen Percy almost die in this scenario before. she almost lost faith that he was ok, whereas with Medusa and Clarisse and the furies, they were all together so Annabeth knew they would be ok. because she could protect them. ITS HER FATAL FLAW PEOPLE SHE THINKS SHE CAN DO THINGS BETTER INCLUDING PROTECTING THOSE SHE LOVES. and in the second clip, it's more awe. she's like omg, I can't believe you are ok. this time there was really nothing he could do. both of them had accepted the fact that it was going to be a bit before Annabeth could set him free. and now Annabeth is like omg, a freaking god just came and helped you out??? what the flip?? we're saved??? you're saved??? but I'm thinking she doesn't know all the crap Percy's gonna put her through. put Grover through. put the camp through. put his freaking mother through. and with the different types of reactions we've already seen from leah idk I'm just so so looking forward to all those other moments because when he goes missing for two weeks???? and crashes his own funeral?? and she hugs him but then has to quickly show everyone how angry she is??? WHAT WILL I DO THEN because that hug? this first hug is a secret. nobody knows about it but Grover. IT WASNT EVEN IN THE BOOKS SO HELP ME the callbacks are going to send me- and ofc, Annabeth and Percy are both confused oblivious embarrassed teens at this point who either a) don't know what they're feeling or b) know what they feel but aren't sure how to feel about it. and idk I'm just so so excited to see leah's portrayal. and walker's immediate omg she's not mad she hugged me- WAIT NOW SHES YELLING SAVE ME- and I cannot WAIT to see leah and walker's portrayal of this moment (provided, of course, that we ever get there)

yeah so idk where I was going with a lot of that but I think my point is Annabeth already has two different reactions to Percy being saved by two different gods two different times. if that's not chosen one behavior I don't know what is. and so I'm thinking, once Percy continues to receive this "special" treatment and be saved again and again by the gods or with help from the gods or just be so flipping lucky in everything he does - will the shock wear off? will, every time Percy does something stupid that could have resulted in his death and instead he somehow manages to pull through, will she just shake her head and say "could have called that one" or will she continue to be in awe of her wonderful stupid future boyfriend/husband seaweed brain troublemaker best friend?

#I have absolutely no idea if this makes sense #I'm rambling at this point #but lowkey thinking the second one #annabeth never gets over percy being “special”#and I say that with quotations because #you know #the freaking first episode of this blessed show #percy jackson #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #percabeth #annabeth chase #walker scobell #leah jeffries #percy and annabeth #percy jackon and the olympians

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mi-rae07 · 11 months

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Hi! idk if you’re accepting requests or not if you do! I would like to request a cold bf hongjoong where he and his s/o is having a really bad argument and the reader gets hurt but he didn’t care because she thought she was just acting petty so the reader gives him a taste of his own medicine <3 but if you don’t do requests pls do disregard my ask thank you !

Kim Hongjoong : Pillows

Pairing : Kim Hong-joong (Ateez) and named character (Shin Hera)

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A/n : I hope this was good enough.

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Hera : hongjoong, are you even listening to me?

Hongjoong looked up from his laptop, staring at his girlfriend before saying

Hongjoong : what?

Hera let out a breath, looking away as she ran her hand along her hair.

Hongjoong : I'm sorry, I was just-

Hera : yeah, doing work. Again, while we're in between a date.

Hongjoong : it's just watching Netflix-

Hera : yes and that's something I wish to do with you! Together! Not while you're staring into a laptop and doing work!

Hongjoong : don't be unreasonable, you know I'm doing this for the both of us.

Hera : how kind of you.

Hera was about to get up and leave when hongjoong held her wrist, making her scoff.

Hera : do you know this is the first time you've touched me since the past month?

Hongjoong let go of hera's wrist, rolling his eyes as he muttered

Hongjoong : there you go again.

Hera : hongjoong I don't even get to see you anymore!

Hongjoong : because I have work, what the hell? I'm not going around and sleeping with other women, hera! I have too much things to do in the office, why can't you understand?

Hera : I've been understanding! I've understood for the last 6 months, hongjoong!

Hongjoong : and what? Now you suddenly lost your understanding?

Hera scoffed, rolling her eyes as she stood up from the couch

Hera : you know what? You're just impossible. Go and do the same bullshit you keep pushing me away for, work.

Hera stormed off the living room, heading towards the kitchen to drink a glass of water. And while she was at it, she accidentally dropped the glass, causing it to shatter into pieces. Hera cursed under her breath and stepped away from the pieces, accidentally stepping onto a sharp glass shard instead. She yelped as it cut through her skin, drawing blood.

Hongjoong flinched at the loud sound, quickly keeping his laptop away before rushing towards the kitchen. And soon enough his eyes landed on his girlfriend who was sitting on the floor, inspecting her cut as tears streamed down her eyes.

Hongjoong sighed, walking closer to her carefully before asking

Hongjoong : seriously? You're crying because of a small cut?

Hera looked up at hongjoong with hurt eyes as he bent down and slowly picked up the glass shards, throwing them one by one into a plastic cover.

Hera : are you not even worried for me?

Hongjoong : worried over what, hera. It's just a small cut, it's barely even visible to anyone.

Hera sniffled, looking away as she let go of her foot. He didn't even care anymore. Hera moved forward, helping hongjoong take the glass shards without saying anything more.

Hongjoong : no go away. I'll clean this up.

Hera : you don’t have to, it's my mess anyway. You leave.

Hongjoong stared at hera, shocked at how cold she sounded.

Hongjoong : hera, I'm sorry if I-

Hera : I don't want to hear it. Go away.

Hongjoong : hera-ya, come on. Don't be such a baby-

Hera : I'M NOT BEING A BABY, HONGJOONG! THIS SERIOUSLY HURTS!

Hongjoong flinched at the sudden outburst, moving away from hera. She scoffed, throwing the glass shard away as she said

Hera : you don't even fucking care anymore.

Hongjoong : no I-

Hera cut him off as she stood up, walking out of the kitchen with teary eyes. Hongjoong sighed, bending his head as he shut his eyes tightly, deciding he should give her some time.

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Hera : wake up if you don't wanna miss work.

Hongjoong groaned as he turned to the other side, trying to go back to sleep. Hera whacked his arm with a frown as she screamed

Hera : GET THE FUCK UP YOU IDIOT!

Hongjoong flinched at that, quickly sitting up as he stared at hera. This wasn't the way she would usually wake him up, and he rather missed the morning kisses and hugs.

Hongjoong : are you…okay?

Hera huffed and threw a pillow at hongjoong, making him yelp as it hit his face.

Hongjoong : hera what the hell-

Hera : you can make your own breakfast, I'm leaving.

Hongjoong : you're leaving? Where?

Hera : you don't need to know.

Hera turned around and walked out of the room before hongjoong could ask anything more, making him sigh as he laid back against the bed. What was going on with her?

She was being cute, though. And with that thought hongjoong got up from his bed with a cheeky smile, getting ready to go to his office.

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Hongjoong : why are you so late?

Hera took off her heels, her face not betraying a single emotion as she said nonchalantly

Hera : because I wanted to be late?

Hongjoong : hera, you didn't even let me know you were going to be so late. I-

Hera : what, you were worried?

Hongjoong blinked his eyes at the obvious question, making hera scoff as she walked towards their bedroom. Hongjoong caught her arm before she could, shaking his head before saying

Hongjoong : what is wrong with you? Is it because of yesterday night?

Hera : is it now?

Hongjoong : you need to tell me if you want me to know, hera. Don't play the fool.

Hera : fool? The only time I've ever been a fool was when I thought you loved me or cared for me. For you, I'm just another person in your life.

Hongjoong : is that what you think?

Hera : that's what you make me think, hongjoong!

Hongjoong : hera, that cut of yours, I couldn't even see it. That's why I said all those things. I'm sorry if that made you think things like this.

Hera let out an exasperated breath, taking her arm off hongjoong's grip as she said

Hera : don't you understand? It's not just that, hongjoong. It's the fact that you're so indulged in your work, you barely have any time for me. And that makes me feel like I'm unimportant-

Hongjoong : that's not true. Hera, you're the most important person to me. This work that I do, it's so that I can afford all the things that you want and require. It's so that you can live a comfortable life.

Hera : material things are not what I want you to give me, joong. I want your love, I want you. Those are the things you can give me that no one else can. Money and material things, they are not as important to me as you are.

Hongjoong : fine. Let's go to the hospital then?

Hera's eyes turned worried.

Hera : what, why? Are you hurt anywhere-

Hongjoong : no. we're going to the hospital so I can get your little cut examined by professionals, of course.

Hongjoong chuckled as hera whacked his arm with her handbag, a small smile on her face at the obvious tease.

Hongjoong : that's the second time you're doing that today, once more and you're dead.

Hera : really.

Hera smirked and threw her bag at hongjoong before running away with a giggle, making him fake-scream as he ran behind her. And the both of them ran around the entire house at least twice, a smile on both their faces.

Hongjoong finally jumped over a couch and caught up to hera, picking her up from the ground before tickling her in his arms. Hera laughed and squirmed around, trying to escape him.

Hera : AISH LET ME GO!

Hongjoong giggled and stopped tickling her, putting her down before trapping her against the wall. Hera stared up at him, a smile on her face.

Hongjoong : I love you.

Hera : suddenly?

Hongjoong : no, not suddenly. I've loved you ever since the day I saw you, hera. I know I'm cold most of the time and don't really give you the time or love that you deserve, but I have always loved you. Not for a moment have I ever ceased in loving you. Because without you, I don't exist.

Hera pressed her lips together, looking away from hongjoong. He leaned down and took her face in his hands, shaking his head as he said

Hongjoong : you can throw a thousand pillows at me and I'd still love you. You can hit me a thousand times and I'd still love you. You mean the world to me, hera. You're not just another person in my life, you're my life itself.

Hera : aigoo, such cheesiness kim hongjoong.

Hongjoong groaned and was about to leave when hera giggled and jumped into his arms, wrapping her legs around his torso before saying

Hera : I love you too dumbass. And you better be paying attention to my Netflix shows from now.

Hongjoong chuckled, leaning forward and kissing her lips.

Hongjoong : I promise.

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The Senses of Steve

Hearing

Series Masterlist

Previous: Touch Next: Smell

Word Count: 6,934

Summary: A misunderstanding with Steve led to an argument, and trying to choose your words felt like a maze where the only exit led you straight to slaughter.

Warning: My blog is 18+ only. All minors or blogs without an age in bio will be blocked. Minors DNI.

It started with a sound.

The sound of girly, high pitched giggles down a hallway, all for a joke that wasn't even that funny.

As you walked by and saw Steve laughing with the sweet brunette girl from the weaponry department, you couldn't help but to smile as you quickly passed.

His laugh was just so contagious, and judging by the way his hand squeezed her upper arm, you could tell he was genuinely delighted by their conversation. That's exactly what he did to you when you made him laugh.

You didn't even think much about it at first. Steve was friendly with everyone that walks in his path, that's just how he was.

Yet, when the whole team got back from a mission there was radio silence as you all dragged your feet through the compound halls just to get back home. The only sound accompanying the stiff environment the team had created was boots against the floors, clinking metal buckles from the duffel bags on your shoulders, and the swooshing of fabric as you walked.

It had been a pretty rough one. Every muscle in your body was screaming for relief as you nursed the worlds worst headache and an out of place spine. Everyone seemed to be in the same spirits and condition as you, exhausted and ready for a shower and any sort of relaxation you could get.

You were desperately looking forward to your new after mission routine with Steve. As the two of you grew closer, it was almost tradition now for post shower snuggles and back rubs to help wind down and calm your minds after such ruthless conditions.

That same brunette was waiting at the end of the hallway for him right before the double doors to get into the private living quarters. As you approached with your hand in his, you offered her a kind smile, she was nothing but kind to you in all the times you interacted with her.

"Holy shit, are you okay?" She asked only Steve as both of you approached hand in hand.

You shook it off, really, you were so tired and beyond functional that you could've just been imagining things.

"Yeah, we're okay." Steve answered for the two of you. "Really tired and a little beat up, but okay nonetheless."

"Good, I won't keep you long then. I was just wondering if I could talk to you about a report we got of a missing weapon?" She batted her eyelashes, tilting her head at a 45 degree angle.

You could feel Steve shrink into himself, obviously not in the place to continue working.

"Sure" He nodded. "Sweetie, why don't you go shower and I'll meet you after okay? I know you're not feeling good." Steve addressed you and squeezed your hand.

"Okay, I was thinking of soaking in the hot tub for a bit to see if it'll make my back feel better. S'that okay?" You questioned knowing it strayed from your normal routine.

"That sounds wonderful, I'll be there in a bit." He grinned.

You let go of his hand and showered before getting in your bathing suit and grabbing towels.

Getting into the hot tub in the recovery room really was the best relief you've possibly ever felt in your life. The heat seeped into your muscles and aided your relaxation so much that you allowed your head to roll back and rest on the ledge.

You stayed there with your eyes closed in a state of half consciousness for about 45 minutes before realizing Steve never showed up, and your body was begging for proper rest.

You waited for another 15 minutes before giving up and making the walk back home.

As you passed his office, the lights were on and the two of them were still in there. It didn't seem like they were hard at work solving the case of a mission weapon, but they were laughing.

You instantly felt yourself shrink, and when you quickly glanced inside as you passed, you could tell he was looking at her with the same twinkly eyes he used to look at you. Insecurity washed over you faster than you've ever felt in your whole life.

He wasn't even in his suit anymore, and all the post battle dirt had been washed off of him.

He made the active choice to shower, change, then use the time he would normally spend with you to spend with her.

It hurt. A lot. But, you couldn't be angry.

You knew you couldn't.

You two never disclosed what you were, never set a clear path as to where you were headed, and all the times you've been out together were never labeled as dates. You even told him with your own mouth that it was okay to not know where it was headed, yet now that it was headed in a direction you didn't want it to go in, it felt like getting hit by a bus.

When you got to your room for the night, you did something you never did anymore. You locked it.

It's not that you didn't want him anymore, you just needed time to sort out your own emotions, and frankly, you didn't want him to see you upset.

The harder you thought about it, the more upset you became. A quiet tear or two fell down your cheeks as you tried to will your brain to sleep. Eventually you were woken up to the sound of your doorknob jiggling, but it stopped after a few seconds.

Half of you was glad he didn't knock, the other half was upset he didn't even try. Damned if he did, damned if he didn't.

You woke up with a clearer mind and chalked up last night to be just exhaustion. Perhaps he really was working and you were just being dramatic. Realistically, you couldn't have all his time.

You only had about 20 minutes of rational thought before Steve stomped on it all over again.

He got up for the day, gave you your morning hug, then walked right out.

Everyone in the room looked at you in confusion.

No good morning, no kiss on the forehead.

Not even a smile.

You kept your eyes down suddenly finding the coffee in front of you to be the most mesmerizing and captivating object in the room all so you didn't have to meet the sorry gazes of your teammates.

You reached your final straw at a stupid employee appreciation event you were contractually obligated to attend. Everyone who worked at the compound got together for a late night neon carnival.

All inclusive food, drinks, games, and complete and utter office talk bullshit.

The whole time Steve barely even looked your direction. Thank god for Scott, Sam and Spidey fighting for your attention all night because of it weren't for them, you would've had a breakdown.

The three of them took turns playing carnival games with you. Throwing darts at balloons, hanging from rigged bars, tossing some hoops with slightly deflated basketballs.

Each time they earned a prize, they gave it to you, then you distributed the rations evenly amongst Cassie and Morgan who were also glued to your hip all night.

You did take home one stuffed unicorn that the girls insisted you kept, and you certainly weren't one to argue.

Eventually you found yourself having a good time. With a drink to loosen you up, and Natasha going on and on about how much of an idiot Steve is and how hot you are, you did feel better.

That was until you were visually assaulted by the sight of whoever that girl was holding onto his arm and smacking a celebratory kiss on his cheek as he won a prize. His soft smile was no longer reserved for you, and neither were his soft and gentle touches.

The way you couldn't peel your eyes off of them was self sabotaging, then when his eyes met yours from a full 20 feet away, all you could get yourself to do was walk away.

Your feet carried you straight back to the bar to order a shot of tequila before calling it a night and drowning in your own self pity, at least you had a new unicorn to keep you company.

Your door remained locked just like it had been for a couple of days now, and just like every other night, your doorknob jiggled.

For four more days you allowed him to hug you good morning, then for the rest of the day you avoided him like the plague.

If he walked into the room, you would glue your eyes to the floor, if he spoke to the group you never responded, and every time your eyes met his, it felt like a challenge.

He only caught you crying once, and that was only because he overheard you ranting to Natasha in the living room about how complicated it was to maintain relationships with men and how every single man is trash. He knew better than to engage, but he still felt his heart break inside his chest.

That break was even worse the next morning when he hugged you.

Your eyes were puffy, they never left your plate of food that you were just pretending to eat, and the moment his arms wrapped around you, you became stiff.

That stiffness crossed a line into discomfort as his only reaction was to squeeze you a little tighter, hold you a little longer, and place a kiss to your forehead.

He was desperately trying to communicate with you that he still cared. He didn't understand why you were shutting him out so quickly, or why you wouldn't let him near, especially when he thought it was only about not making it to the hot tub that night after the mission.

He tried apologizing countless times, he wanted to tell you what happened and what kept him away from you that night but each time he was met with locked doors and a shut down brain.

You dropped your fork on your plate the moment his lips touched your forehead. "Please don't do that."

He let go immediately and took a big step back. "Oh? I'm sorry. I didn't mean to- what's wrong?"

You finally looked at him, and he was transported back to those first few weeks you spent here after moving in. You had those same glassy eyes that were sad every time he was in your view. "It's fine."

You looked just like that beautiful lost girl with papers scattered across the floor.

"Hey, what's wrong?" He questioned again sympathetically. "Can we talk about it?"

"Nothing is wrong and I don't want to talk to you about anything." It broke your heart to speak to him like that, but your brain needed a defense mechanism.

"Okay, that's fine." He spoke to you softly, nodding gently in understanding. It took a lot of strength to ignore the physical pain that bloomed in his chest. "Just...I hope you feel better, okay?"

He walked off without further interrogation.

Needless to say, your breakfast was no longer appetizing.

You found yourself at the gym to distract yourself from the vicious words you spat over eggs and toast. The headphones in your ears were blasting your favorite songs as you released all your anger into the poor unsuspecting punching bag that was ripping at it's seams.

You were there for about an hour before Steve once again ruined your peace, this time it was with another beautiful girl.

She was perfect. Cute little button nose, big beautiful eyes, her hair looked pretty even though it was messed up from working out, and a beautifully sculpted body. Of course Steve would be the one conducting her final strength progress evaluation.

You tired to tune them out. You turned your music up louder, punched and kicked the bag faster and stronger. You couldn't even hear the sound of the tiny bead filling leaking out of the punching bag and hitting the floor with every contact of your fist or foot.

However, the mirrored walls made it impossible to not see him spotting the dreamboat as she deadlifted an impressive amount to weight.

You could never compete with that.

She was sickeningly stunning, highest ranking in her department, and had Steve wrapped around her finger so tight that he never stopped smiling or letting praises fall past his lips so often that you paused you music to make sure your ears weren't deceiving you.

"You got it!"

"Great job"

Your felt your punch getting unintentionally harder and your jaw clench the longer it went on.

"Amazing, you're amazing. I'm proud of you!" You could hear their hands slapping together in a high-five after she had completed whatever they were doing in there.

"Thank you, means a lot." She accepted with an exhausted giggle.

"I'll get this sent over to your commanding leader as soon as I get a chance." Steve lifted up the review sheet in his hand. "Unless... would you wanna grab a coffee and we can talk it over?" His sweet lopsided smile took over.

"Sure, Steve, that sounds wonderful." She accepted his offer.

Steve?!?!? Barf. What happened to respecting peer titles? Since when was he Steve to all these pretty girls? He earned his title fair and square; it wouldn't kill them to call him Captain.

You punched that bag so hard you could feel your knuckles pop, and the seam completely split in two.

The filling spilled all over the gym floor and you took a big leap back to get out of the way. You blinked in slight amazement of yourself that you had even managed to completely destroy such a heavy duty piece of gym equipment.

"Woah there" Steve quickly made his way over before reaching up and unhooking the bag from the hanger. He was pretty much the only one strong and tall enough to do it on his own. "I don't know if I should be impressed or scared." He laid the busted bag on it's side before looking at you. Sweaty, spent, and struggling to find the emotional relief you were obviously chasing. An emotion overtook his face but you couldn't tell if it was pitty or if he just straight up though you were pathetic. "Are your knuckles doing okay? You might want to give them a rest now."

You could feel they were bruised and bloody beneath the the protective wrapping, but that was none of his business. "They're fine."

"I've killed enough bags to know they're certainly not." He challenged. "If you show me your unwrapped hands I'll hang another bag for you."

It took everything in you not to cry right then and there.

"You know what?" You questioned, unwrapping your hands. "It's okay. I don't need another bag anyways, I have other things I can do here and I believe you have a coffee date to attend, but thanks, Captain. I appreciate the offer!" You faked enthusiasm.

As the bandages fell off your knuckles, he could see the deep purple color that stained your skin. He swallowed a big gulp.

"Have fun!" You pat his shoulder twice before playing your music again and getting on the stair climber.

His stare burned a hole into the side of your body while he processed that interaction with you. Needless to say he left the gym feeling more confused than ever.

You settled in the corner of couch after a long shower. Leggings and a big hoodie accompanied by a fluffy blanket across your lap provided you physical comfort while your book provided a nice mental escape.

You were so deeply invested in the plot that you had completed tuned out your surroundings. You missed the gentle patters of raindrops hitting the windows, Tony's quiet humming might as well not even be happening, and the sizzling sound of whatever Bucky had cooking in the kitchen was nothing but ambiance.

That's exactly why you jumped out of your seat as a voice spoke right next to you. "Got you something, I know they're your favorite." Steve handed you a paper bag with two of your favorite snickerdoodles from a small shop around the corner. You could barely keep a smile at bay when you could feel they were still warm. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you."

He didn't miss the way you lips fought off the smile tugging at the very corners, but he also didn't miss the anxiousness that overtook you once you realized he was in your space.

You suddenly felt self conscious in his presence- your brain ran a mile a minute thinking about how you should've put on some real clothes, maybe a little bit of makeup, and you definitely should've blow dried your hair instead of committing to letting it air-dry.

You certainly weren't as beautiful as all the other girls he's been hanging around recently, not even when you got all dolled up. There really was no comparison, you couldn't even enter the competition at this point.

You simply weren't enough for him.

Not pretty enough, not strong enough, not sweet enough.

A physical pain traveled through your chest as he looked at you, and suddenly every noise in the room was dialed up to 100.

"It's okay I was just... concentrated I guess. Thank you- I appreciate it." Your fingers found a drawstring on your hoodie to fidget with.

"You're doing that thing again." He observed, sympathy laced in all his features.

"What thing?" Once again, you knew what thing he was talking about. "Were these cookies to butter me up into spilling my guts?"

"No, I got you cookies because you love cookies, and I'm trying to talk to you because I hate feeling like this." He explained defensively.

"Like what, Steve?" You practically spat.

"Like I did something wrong and you're mad at me for it." He dialed his tone back a few notches once he saw how much it railed you up. "I hate feeling like I'm ruining your day by walking into a room or talking to you. Oh, and I really hate how I can tell you don't even want to talk to me about what could've possibly happened when just two weeks ago we told each other everything."

You took a deep breath before closing your book and tossing it onto the coffee table. Trying to choose your words felt like a maze where the only exit led you straight to slaughter. "I haven't wanted to talk about it because I don't even know if how I feel is justified. Whatever I have to say is going to make me look like more of an idiot."

"How could your feelings possibly not be justified? What could make you feel like an idiot?" His eyebrows furrowed.

"The way the team looks at me when you have other girls wrapped around your arm makes me feel like an idiot, that's for sure." You started. "Oh! And when you tell me really sweet things about how much you care about me and how I'm the best thing that's ever happened to you before winning other girls carnival prizes and letting them kiss you makes me feel a little silly too. But I'm not even allowed to be upset about that because we weren't ever really a thing we're we?"

"Wait... what?" He closed his eyes and shook his head in genuine surprise. You weren't a violent person by any means, but you've never wanted to slap a facial expression off someone's face so quick in your life.

"See? Idiot." You pointed to yourself. "Which part confuses you the most? The part where I said the team looks at me like I'm pathetic or the part where I was pathetic enough to believe our friendship was going somewhere?"

"No no no" he shook his head again. "Other girls? What do you mean?"

"Steve, don't play dumb. You literally asked the prettiest girl I've ever seen on a date right in front of my face not even two hours ago." You pointed out, you could see the gears turning in his head. "How would you expect me to hear that and still put on a smile for the sake of things remaining the same? You wanted me to hear it, you wanted me to see it, and now you bring me back cookies from said date. You want me to taste it too? I get it. You don't need to rub it in anymore."

"Woah, that is not- I didn't." He ran a hand through his hair and puffed out a breath. "That was not a date, that was work. I had no intentions of even asking her on a date."

"Since when do you ever take people to work outside of the compound?" You questioned, trying to call a bluff.

"I've been feeling really cooped up recently so I'm trying it out." He shrugged, wide eyed and cheeks turning pinker by the second. He looked mortified. It was a step in the right direction but you still didn't get everything you needed to hear. You weren't going to fold on one defense. "Do you think she thought it was a date?"

"I would've thought so, but then again, obviously I don't know anything." The words flew out of your mouth as the damn of emotional retrains broke. "What about the other girl? Was that strictly professional too?"

"I-" He stopped to think. "Maybe I'm the idiot here, I really don't know how I can defend myself without sounding like one. I genuinely thought she was being friendly."

"Really?" You raised you brow.

"I wouldn't believe me either" He rubbed his face with both his palms and leaned back until the couch caught his back as the reality of what he had been offhandedly doing to you sunk in. He was hurting you with the deepest kind of pain without even realizing it, all because he never figured out how to navigate mythical creatures as complicated as the woman. "god- I... I'm sorry. I didn't realize... I didn't know."

"She kissed you." You reiterated. How could he not know?

"On the cheek." He took it right back from you. "She didn't kiss me, she kissed me on the cheek. Is that not friendly?" He genuinely questioned.

"We're all the times you kissed me on the cheek friendly?" You questioned.

"I mean... yes? But more than friendly?" He tried to convey his feelings but they weren't coming out quite right.

"And all the times we hung out, we're those just work hours to you?" The shrug in your shoulders carried disappointment and frustration.

"No. No, not at all." He tried taking your hand into his, but his finger knocked into your bruised knuckles so you yanked it away to cradle close to your chest. "M'sorry."

"So if your kisses to my cheek were more than friendly, and our time together outside of work wasn't strictly for business, how could you have possibly thought that you time with those lovely ladies was any different?"

He couldn't blame you for asking these questions or for your emotional responses towards him the past two weeks, but he was genuinely baffled.

You raised good points, you asked good questions, yet he felt like they were piling onto him like dirt in a 6 foot deep grave.

If his mother saw how he had accidentally treated his beautiful dame, he might as well have been dead and covered in that same dirt.

"I don't know. I really don't know. I'm so sorry" He wished the floor would open up beneath him and swallow him whole. It would be easier and less scary than navigating this. "Genuinely I never thought of it that way. I should've been more sensitive, I should've known. I'm so bad at all of this that I never know what's actually happening until it slaps me across the face."

"Ignorance is bliss, huh?" Your words sounded like poison to him. "Unfortunately not all of us have that luxury."

"I don't know what do even do or say to make this better." Steve confessed. "But I promise none of it was intentional. I never meant to do any of that."

"Yet through this conversation you still haven't told me a single thing that would make me believe any of the time we shared together meant anything to you." You tossed the blanket off your lap and started getting up off the couch.

"Stop, please where are you going?" You could hear the desperation in his voice.

"You're not listening to me" You told him in a moment of frustration.

"I am. I am. I'm right here, of course I'm listening to you." He reasoned.

"Maybe you are listening, but you aren't hearing what I'm really trying to say."

"If you haven't caught on yet, I'm having a very hard time trying to wrap my head around this." All he wanted to do was hold your hands to keep you from walking away and out of his life, but he knew better than to touch you right now. "What is it exactly that you want me to hear? Maybe then I'll know what I want to say."

His heart broke as he watched frustration and sadness corrupt your posture and flood your eyes. He could hear your choppy breathing as your tried to gain composure and rationality, he saw you swallow a lump in your throat and blink back tears. "I want you to hear that you hurt my feelings, and I want you to know that you mean a lot to me. I care about you so much that I would've done anything to make you happy, but when I saw you with those girls, there is nothing I could've done to make myself anything like them, and in that moment they were the ones making you happy. Do you hear how fucked up that is? To know I'll never be as beautiful or accomplished as those delightful ladies, yet it felt like you were actively choosing them over me? I guess... I guess I want you to hear that the damage has been done and I feel like shit about myself. I don't know what you can do or say to make it better, so please forgive me if I'm trying my hardest to coexist with you and function as a team when all I can think of when I see you is that I'll never be good enough."

"No, don't say that." His eyes were soft and dejected. Steve couldn't remember the last time he felt this awful.

"I don't know what you want me to say, that's the truth." You insisted.

"That might be how you feel, which is valid given the circumstances, but that is not the truth." He sat up to give you his full attention and emphasize his point. "I feel awful about this, mortified even. I didn't know and that certainly wasn't my intention. I meant it when I said how much I care about you, and you really are the best thing that's happened to me recently. All this time I've been giving you space because I knew you were upset, I wasn't avoiding you because of some other girl."

"You know what?" You wiped a single tear that fell. "Can we take a time out and talk about it more later? I'm feeling overwhelmed, I need a few minutes."

"Of course." He said quietly. "Will you come find me when you're ready to talk again? I don't want to bother you if you aren't ready."

You slowly nodded as internal conflict clouded your mind. A few minute long conversation wasn't enough to make you feel better, but you did feel some relief, and a big part of you did believe him.

He was incapable of lying. It was like the serum programmed the worst bluff every time a lie slipped out of his mouth.

You blinked at him a few times before taking a few steps forward and wrapping your arms around him.

It shocked him at first, it shocked you too that your brain wanted nothing more than to hold him in your arms again after weeks without him being there.

It wasn't forgiveness by any means, but it was a step towards fixing what was broken, and you desperately needed a hug.

"I'm so sorry" Steve whispered in your ear once he became brave enough to wrap his arms around you too. His hands rubbed your back as he continued to apologize. "The cookies were just cookies, the girls were friends, and you are the only part of my life that feels right. I'm so so so sorry."

"You can talk to me whenever, you aren't a bother." You whispered back before letting go and turning around to go to your room for a bit.

A little bit turned into a long time as the sound of the rain hitting the roof calmed you down so much it put you to bed with no dinner, and kept you calm enough to accidentally sleep through breakfast.

You woke up in a panic when you realized you told Steve only a few minutes then completely abandoned him.

As fast as you could, you sprung out of bed to brush your teeth and hair before going to find him. Unfortunately, he was in back to back meetings all day until the Gala tonight.

You had no clue why Tony kept planning these things or why you had to attend them, but you did know that you were collecting quite the assortment of pretty dresses and you weren't mad about it.

When the time was right, you put on your dress, you did your makeup, you curled your hair, and you gave yourself a pep talk in the mirror the whole time.

You knew you probably wouldn't get a chance to talk to him until after the event, but in the meantime you had to push everything down to act as a cohesive team.

So that's exactly what you did. You walked in to the black tie event with Thor, and Nat. She immediately grabbed a glass of white wine for you and red for her to make the night more bearable.

You found your footing in having boring conversation with people you didn't have a single care about pretty quick. Most people just wanted to meet the world's newest superhero and find out how you were adjusting to your new life as an avenger. Each one was met with a humble statement and a professional goodbye.

It was three whole hours of trying to keep up with being pulled in every direction possible.

The room filled with music, lively and loud chatter, glasses clinking together, and high heels clicking against the floor.

You found an empty stool besides Nat who had found a lovely corner to hide in as the two of you watched the couples and aquatinted friends slow dance together on the ballroom floor. A hand full of them seemed to be couples enjoying the music and a romantic moment together while everyone else used it as an opportunity to chat and sneak in some more networking.

You were deeply lost in thought when a warm hand gently grazed your shoulder and made its way down to squeeze the top of your arm. Without even looking, you already knew who it was. You could recognize the smell of your favorite cologne even in a room full of men that were wearing way too much of their own.

Steve looked so handsome in his black three piece suit and freshly shaven face. He looked clean and smelled even cleaner, you just wanted to bury your face into his neck and get a good whiff.

"Hey ladies, how's it going over here?" He asked you and Nat.

"Probably better for me than the two of you." She gave a knowing smirk. "I'll let you guys have some time."

She got up and made her way through the crowd to find what you both assumed was Bucky.

"Would you like to dance?" Steve questioned timidly.

You looked around you, grabbed a flute of champagne off a tray and chugged in down in four big gulps. "Sure, why not."

"What was that for?" He giggled, almost offended that his offer received such a response.

"If we're going to do this right here, right now I can use all the courage I can get." You explained, putting the glass back and standing up.

"You're courageous without the champagne, you know?" He reminded you, offering his arm.

"But it certainly helps." You hooked your hand onto his arm and allowed him to walk you towards the dance floor.

As the two of you settled in the available space on the dance floor, he was able to drink in your appearance for the first time that night.

Your hand slid down his arm before lacing his fingers with yours as he admired the black silk dress that complemented your body so deliciously. The thin straps on your shoulders holding up the dangerously provocative neckline had him swallowing back drool. Simple diamond stud earrings, a simple gold chain aground your neck, simple black heels that made your legs go on for miles, and a red white and blue string friendship bracelet still around your wrist.

As he took a step towards you, and placed his hand on the small of your back, he appreciated the fabric even more. Silky smooth against his hand, it assisted his movement with frictionless glide while his thumb made its way to the curve of your hip.

Just the sight of you made his brain buzz with warmth, yet all he could think about was how he made you feel.

His brain couldn't even formulate an opening statement that didn't involve telling you how breathtaking you were, yet he didn't want those words to leave his lips yet. The last thing he wanted was for them to feel cheap, to make you believe the only reason why he was saying it was because you told him you didn't believe you were good enough for him not even 24 hours ago.

He went from being the most ignorant man in America to being so cautiously empathetic that it created a cloudy confinement- he didn't even know how to act anymore. He couldn't risk hurting your feelings more than he already did.

The only thing that pulled him out of his head and right back into the moment was the feeling of your small hand on his expansive back, and the slow romantic song filling his ears.

"I didn't mean to keep you hanging for so long, I accidentally fell asleep." You apologized.

"That's okay, did you sleep well at least?" He kept his voice just as soft and hushed as you did. Anything louder would allow everyone else to listen in on the conversation, both of you didn't want that.

"A little too well. How about you?" The small talk was killing you, but you could see it ease his brain so you allowed it to continue.

"Like shit" His honesty was blunt, and you appreciated that. "I couldn't turn my brain off."

"Did you at least get some good thinking in then?" You questioned, hoping he would catch the segue you threw him.

"Yes, but now I think I've thought too much."

"In true Steve fashion." Your little giggle and short lived grin eased his anxiety and grounded him more than you would've ever known.

"Are you ready to talk about it again?" He questioned sympathetically.

"The wine and champagne in my system

sure thinks so." You agreed. "You?"

"I think if I don't talk to you about it soon, i'm going to explode." Again, you appreciated his honesty.

"The floor is all yours."

He nodded in acknowledgment of your offer to allow him to plead his case, but you could tell he was nervous. "Yesterday I was really caught off guard. Everything you told me took me by surprise, all I could even think about was telling you what I didn't know. But if it's okay, I'd like to tell you what I do know."

"You know a lot."

"I do." He agreed. "But in the sake of keeping this short, I'm just going to tell you what I know about this situation. I know that even though I wasn't aware of what I was doing, I still hurt your feelings and I was wrong." The accountability was already enough in your alcohol filled brain to want to forgive him and make it better just so you had a shot at getting cuddled by your favorite soldier tonight. But you let him continue. "I know that I'm truthful, loyal, and oblivious to a fault sometimes. It always gets me into these tricky situations, but my loyalty has always been to you since the moment I met you. I know that if I had any idea that the way I was acting towards other women was being perceived as romantic, I would've stopped right away."

"I believe you." You finally accepted, and his hand gave yours a gentle squeeze as the two of you swayed and stepped to the beat of the music.

"I could count the number of women I've been romantically interested in on one hand, and even then I'd have three fingers left." The soft smile returned to his face as relief whisked away some of the worry he had been carrying. "You're one of two, and the other one is dead if that makes you feel any better." He joked, earning wide eyes and a shocked expression.

"Steven!" You squealed, trying to contain your laugh. "Agent Carter deserves more respect than whatever just came out of your mouth, god rest her soul."

"She would've found it funny." Steve giggled at your reaction.

"Before or after smacking you?"

"Definitely after." His giggles subsided but the smile on his face prevailed. "Sweet girl, you are so precious to me. It kills me to think that I lead you into believing anything but that. I don't think I said anything you wanted to hear from me yesterday, but please believe me when I say that you are the most gorgeous, intelligent, and accomplished woman I've ever had the pleasure of knowing. I'm so sorry about what happened."

"It's okay." You accepted his apology, both of you finally feeling like you could breathe again. "I'm sorry too, I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions, and I shouldn't have treated you so poorly the past few weeks."

"No, don't apologize. All you were doing was protecting yourself, and you should never apologize for that." He took your apology and handed it right back to you.

"I feel bad about it." You admitted. "And for that, I'm sorry."

"That's okay." He accepted kindly. "I've thought the world of you since the moment we met. I still do, and I always have."

"I've thought the world of you since the moment I learned how to read." You admitted, the smile on his face stretching impossibly wider.

"Oh, is this a competition?" He asked playfully.

"I think if this experience taught you anything, it should be that I'm very competitive."

"Well, I hate to tell you this but there was never a competition to begin with.... but if there was, well, Sweetheart I think you've won." Steve's hand pressed further into your back encouraging you to step even closer to him.

"As long as you're standing at the finish line I'll always come in first place." You untangle your fingers from his so you could use both your hands to drape over his shoulders and play with the short hair on the back of his head. "That's a promise."

"So what I'm hearing is..." Steve added his now free hand to your upper back, the low back of the dress allowed his hand to come in contact with your bare skin. He was thankful you couldn't see the goosebumps raise on his arms underneath his suit jacket. "You're just as committed to this as I am."

"You really are terrible at taking hints aren't you?" You asked with a half smile as he giggled. "Do you really think I'd be upset about this for two whole weeks if I didn't think I had lost something so special?"

"Then what do you say to tying us down to make sure we never have to lose each other again?" He asked cautiously.

He was immediately soothed by your fast nodding. "I think that's a wonderful idea."

"You know that involves me promoting your title to girlfriend?"

"I like the sound of that." Your smile grew so wide and uncontrollable that the nerves in your cheeks sent your brain a reminder to let them relax.

"Yeah?" He asked bashfully, almost as if he couldn't believe such an incredible woman would ever want such a title in his life.

"Yeah." You confirmed with a giggle at his reaction. "Yes. Of course!" The same hands that we're grasping the naps of his neck came forward to caress his cheeks as you connected your lips with his.

You could feel him relax into your hold, suddenly it felt like his hands were allowed to be touching you, like you were allowed to indulge in his affection.

Weeks of stress and sadness were washed away, but you couldn't tell if it was Steve or the glass of wine that made you feel so warm inside.

But when his hands pressed further onto the plane of your back, and his lips met yours with such tenderness and care, you could hear a choir of angels singing.

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