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sarawritestories · 3 months

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Unwavering Presence Chapter 2

Cassian X Archeron Sister (Reader)

Summary: After the first week at the Night Court the Archeron Twins are going back to the spring court. But Y/N comes back with a souvenir of her own a parting gift from the High Lord of the Night

Content Warnings: None

Word Count: 2.1K

Chapter 1

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A/N: Honestly I am blown away by the love and support you all sent me for the first chapter. This is kind of a fluffy chapter. I have been sick so I apologize if this isn't as good!

It was the end of the week and Feyre was thrumming with excited energy. I knew she could not wait to go back to the Spring Court. After that night and meeting that handsome male-Cassian, I didn’t venture out around the manor at night nervous to run into him again. When I had a Nightmare, I just sat at the armchair in the room and watched my sister’s chest rise and fall until I found my eyes drooping. I always awoke with a blanket wrapped around me the next morning.

Feyre smiled, “Ready to go ho-“She paused, “Back today?”

I shrugged, “Ready as I’ll ever be, but right now I just would like some breakfast.” I paused and gave her a pointed look. “Do you think you can try to be nice to our host.”

Feyre straightened her nose sticking up in the air, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I am as civil as always.” She looked beautiful in her Night court outfit. It was teal with sheer sleeves that show a bit of midriff with matching pants. I was in something similar in peach tone but mine was a skirt with slit that ran up to my thigh. Feyre looped her arm into my own and when we opened the door, we found Rhysand on the other end ready to knock. “Oh hello, High Lord we were just coming down to have breakfast with you.” Feyre put on her fakest smile that enticed an unladylike snort to come out of me.

“Oh wonderful, if you don’t mind Feyre Darling,” I noticed she scowled at the nickname, but Rhysand continued, “I would like to speak to your sister in private for a moment.”

Feyre’s nostrils flared, “Absolutely I mind, you wil-”

I pinched the bridge of my nose and sighed interrupting her, “Fey, it’s fine. We’ll meet you in the dining room.” Feyre looked at me and I gave her an affirming nod and squeezed her arm.

Feyre released my arm and bumped Rhysand’s shoulder with force and the High Lord smiled in response, “Are you some kind of masochist, High Lord? Its almost like you enjoy getting hurt by my sister.” I raise a brow as I see him rub his hand behind his neck and…Blushing. “Oh my, you do like when she’s mean to you.”

Rhysand puts his hand down, “I do not, hush, you remind me of the General of my armies. He’s a smartass like you.”

I smirk, “I look forward to meeting him sometime.” Rhysand’s face shifts to something more serious, “Am I in trouble?”

The High Lord’s brow furrowed, “Not at all, should you be?”

I began rocking my weight back and forth from each foot out of nervousness, “I may have snuck into the library the day we got here.”

Rhysand huffed a laugh, “Hope you found some good reading material, but no. I just wanted to make sure you are doing since…” he didn’t need to finish his thought for me to know what he was talking about.

I give him a smile, “I’m fine, Rhysand-“

“Rhys. You can call me Rhys.” He interrupted.

Rhys is what Cassian had called him in the library. “Okay, Rhys, I appreciate your concern, but I don’t think you need to worry about me.” I bit my lip. Its Feyre you should be worried about she won’t talk to me about what happened Under the Mountain.

“I can worry about multiple things at once,” Rhys countered I met his violet gaze and noticed that stars that winked out at the seriousness in his tone, clearly not realizing that I had said that out loud. He took a step closer and gripped my hand to lift my eyes, his eyes drifting over to the yellowed bruise from Tamlin’s grip a week ago. “Are you treated well in his court?”

I was taken aback by his question, “I’m not sure what you’re asking me, Rhys.” I murmur lightly tugging my hand away and he lets me. “Tamlin has made is love for Feyre known. He is…good.” I gritted out the last word.

Rhys tucked his hand into his pocket. “You don’t have to say or tell me anything if you don’t want to. I know you are protective of your sister. I just want you to know that if you want to talk or need to let out some steam, you are free to do so, while you’re here.” He gave me a tight smile and was about to exit.

“We don’t like each other.” Rhysand paused at the door not turning to face me I kept going, not sure why I was sharing, “I think he didn’t like that Feyre and I are a package deal. I don’t know for certain why he is cold and…aggressive toward me. I can tell you that the wedding was the first time that he put his hands on me.”

Rhysand turned around and walked toward me and gripped my hand, “Make a bargain with me.”

“What for? I’m not dying anymore.” I felt Rhys give my hand a light squeeze, “I can take care of myself you know..”

Rhys smiled, “I know you can, Y/N, I am specifically asking for a bargain, because if we have a bargain, we will have a direct line of communication.”

I gave him a doubtful look, “Why would I need that?”

Rhys smile fell and his face turned serious which caused me to straighten my spine, “In case you need my help, I’ll know where to find you.”

My brow furrowed, “Why do you care? What do you benefit from ensuring I’m safe?”

Rhys sighed frustratingly, “Maybe I’m concerned with how your sister would feel, if something would happen to you. Maybe it’s because you were the first person to look me in my eyes and tell me you trusted me and looked at me as something other than Amarantha’s Whore. Or maybe I’m just trying to be your friend because correct me if I’m wrong, you could really use one.”

I looked at our entwined hands, and I met his eyes again, “A friend would be nice. What are the terms?”

“All I want is for you to ask for help if you need it. In return I will do whatever you wish within reason of course.”

I playfully sigh, “So turning Tamlin into a rat is not an option, got it.” He chuckled low and deep as you thought about what you want, thinking back to that night in the library and drifting to the warm honey eyes I met there. Rhys’ cough brought me back from my thoughts for a moment I thought he had brief smirk but, in a blink, it was gone, “I can’t read very well.” I blurted and that caused his eyes to widen, “Would you be willing to teach me how to read and write?”

Rhys blinked, and then smiled, “Of course. A bargain then.”

I shake his hand, “A bargain.” A light flashed and an intricate black tattoo of whirls and stars wrapped around my wrist. “These really are beautiful.”

Rhys took my hand and looped that arm around his, “Come now, we must not keep that ill tempered twin of yours waiting.”

You laughed as we left our room, “What do I say about this,” I raise my wrist, “when they inevitably, ask about it. When she asks about it?”

Rhys shrugged, “Whatever you see fit. If you want to paint me out as the villain who tricked, you into a bargain say so. I just wanted you to have a way to reach me.”

We reach the dining room Feyre quietly talking to Mor, Rhys’ cousin that we met in the middle of this week, “Careful, Rhys, keep this up and I am going to start thinking you’re a nice Fae male.” I kissed his cheek and made my way into the dining room.

Feyre stood, and gave me a warm smile, “Are you ready?” I gave her a nod and look back at Rhys who tucked a hand in his pocket and Feyre lifted her chin, “We would like to go home now.” I bristled at her calling it my home but let it slide.

Rhys nodded and held out both his hands and I extend the arm without the tattoo, in his hand Feyre taking the other, and Mor calls out, “See you next month, Ladies.”

I turn and give her a smile and wave and I can see Feyre’s eyes go wide at the tattoo. Darkness begins to swirl as I look back at the door to the hallway and my breath hitched seeing Hazel eyes and flashes of red before the darkness consumed us.

In a moment we were back in the warm heat of the Spring Court. “See you next month, ladies.” And with that he was gone, my gaze lingered on where he was.

I was whipped around by my sister as she lifted my left arm, “What did you do?”

I whipped my arm back and walked toward the manner cross my arms tucking my tattooed wrist hidden, “Rhys offered something I wanted, I made a bargain.”

“What could he possibly have that you could have wanted,” Feyre hissed trying to keep up with my pace. “Especially something that Tamlin can’t provide here.”

I glare at her, “Like how he has been so great at providing you the emotional support when you throw up every night. Right?” Feyre went silent, “That’s what I thought. Feyre as I said before, I love you, but I am my own person and can make my own decisions. Please stop treating me like I’m a child.” Lucien was standing in front of the manor, and I storm inside ignoring the red headed male and make a beeline for my room and slam my door and sitting in the armchair by my window. I felt a warm tingle on my wrist. I looked at my left arm and another wave of warmth tingled my wrist. “Thanks Rhys,” I smiled and leaned my head against the head rest and drifted off into sleep thinking of those warm eyes and beautiful smile.

Cassian POV

I spent every evening in the library this past week, in hopes I would see Y/N again. Rhys had told us that we wouldn’t see Feyre but when I had walked into that library and saw her soft eyes that gleamed in the dark fae lights and the ease it was to talk to her.

“Why do you have that look on your face?” Mor questioned her brow quirked. Her face brightened, “Is there a lucky male or Female warming your bed Cas?”

I choked on the bite of my breakfast, “Mother above, Mor. Why would you think that?

“Because you have been staring at your eggs like they wrote you a beautiful love sonnet to you. I would have to assume that someone is warming your bed.” Mor’s threw him saccharine grin.

Before I could answer Rhys returned, his face tight, his eyes met mine, “Well that went as well as I anticipated.” Rhys muttered sitting at the table and the house provided him with breakfast. He began to eat, “I made a bargain with Y/N.”

My eyes snapped to my brothers, “You did?”

He nodded and took another of bite, I move my gaze to Mor, she shrugged and asked, “Why?”

Rhys mouth tightened, “Tamlin got a little aggressive, when I picked them up on Feyre’s wedding day. He had gripped her tight,”

I gripped my glass firmly and I thought about our brief encounter. There had been a bruise on her arm, I just didn’t know where it was from. “Did you ask her about it?”

“She chalked it up to those two just not getting along but I wanted her to know that she wasn’t alone.” Rhys smirked, “Though I will say she may have had hazel eyes on her mind this morning,” He met my gaze as heat crawled to my face. “Any particular reason why, Cassian?”

Mor’s gasped, I shot her a glare, “I may have met her in the library the day the two of them got here.” I took a sip of my tea, “I didn’t do anything nefarious, just talked with her,”

Rhys held up a hand to stop me, “I know, her thoughts were loud, and it just feels like she was comfortable here and comfortable with her interactions with both of you.” He gave a smile, “Thank you, both.”

I took another sip of my tea and murmured, “Can you imagine when those two meet, Azriel?”

Mor giggled, “Cauldron spare them.”

Rhys smiled, “Indeed.” Then the three of us finished our breakfast and my mind drifted to red silk, and doe eyes.

Chapter 3

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ayeyolooo · 3 months

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DRIFT

PLEASE READ THE WARNING BEFOFE INTERACTING WITH THE STORY!

Warning! Y/n is black!! I write for black readers if you didn’t know already. But anyone can feel free to read this! Connie and eren are Hispanic, and me not knowing how to speak Spanish like at alll unfortunately I have to use the translator💔. Please bare with with y’all😭. There will be an oc :) oh and please excuse my grammatical errors! <3

“Y/n will you be able to come to this race? Cause we don’t have a fourth.” Your friend begged you over the phone. “Kasa, you know ion race no more like that.” You said laying your edges down. Even though you were saying all of this, you were getting ready so that you could race.

“But y/n please please please please.” You just sighed. “Fine.” You said with a giggle. “Yayy omg when you come I’m going to literally kiss you everywhere.” She said as wind blew having the phone make noise on mikasa’z end. “Okay just call me when you get here y/n.” Mikasa said before handing up. You just sighed as you grabbed your purse and walked out the house. You checked and made sure that you had your cash on you cause you had to pay to enter a race.

You unlocked the door and walked up to your purple sports car. It was a little on the older side but that’s what made it unique and exciting. You dragged your hand across the door as you opened it and sat down in the car. You began to pray before you drove off and to the race site.

“Whew.” You sighed before pulling up. When you pulled up no one could see who you were due to your tents being dark. Your engine roared catching the attention of the other racers. Mikasa turned around quickly knowing that you were there because she knew the sound of your car. She and Sasha squealed and jumped up and down with eachother before walking over to your car.

“Kasa who is that?” Jean asked as mikasa opened your door. “One of my friends what will be the fourth today.” She simply said with a large smile on her face.

“Se van a avergonzar.” Connie said with a snort. You just smiled and ran your tongue across your teeth. Eren, ony, and armin all just laughed.

They’re going to embarrass themselves.

“Would you like to show them whose driving?” Mikasa said as she leaned over your car. “Nahhh.” You said shaking your head and smiling revealing your smiley piercing. “Okay we’ll good luck y/n.” Mikasa said taking the was of cash from your hands and pecking your cheek. She closed your door back and walked over to the boys to collect their money too.

“Bru he driving that girl ahh car. How they gone win?” Connie cackled. “Choke.” Mikasa said before taking his money. “When we beat them mikasa you gone have to give us our money back plus $1,000.” Mikasa shrugged. “Mmhm yeah that’s if y’all win.” She said nonchalantly. “Whatchu mean by that?” Mikasa just shrugged.

“When she beat y’all don’t come crying to me,cause y’all was doing all of that talking.” Mikasa shrugged and walked back to the little booth. “SHE!?” All of the boys asked in confusion. They all looked over to your car trying to get s glimpse of how you looked hut couldn’t due to your tents. “READY!” Your adrenaline began to pump. You forgot how good it felt when you were about to race.” You pressed your foot on the gas reviving your engine. You turned on your radio having TBH by party next door come to and end and welcome to the party, by party next door started playing.

The bass from the music blasted in your speakers having your seat vibrate and you just smiled at this exciting moment.

You smiled at the sounds of the other cars. “SET!” You rolled your windows down as you just kept your focus on the road ahead of you. You felt eyes starring at you on the right side of your face. They seen your beautiful brown skin and your red lace wig that complimented your skin.

“GO!” Everyone took off. You turned your music up loud as you smoothly drove past three cars. You were in second place, being that the one with E.Y on the back of his car was in the front. Hm..

There was a turn incoming you stepped on the break and grabbed the clutch having a smooth drift. Due to eren having a slight mess up you flew infront of him. You went around the track two more times before crossing the finish line, having eren after you, and ony after.

You just got out leaning on your car waiting for everyone to finish. Mikasa walked up to you and the both of you smiled and she squealed. “You did yo shit once and againnnnn.” Mikasa said as the both of you laughed. “Yk I had to show out for my gurl.” You said winking at her.

This was sitting in my drafts for a while 💀. Anyways Jesus loves you ml <3

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wyniepooh · 10 months

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Hate

hotch seems to have something against you. when you’ve had enough and confront him, the answer could not be farther than what you imagined.

bau!reader who is new to the team, obvi based off that one ep (I don’t remember which…) where Penelope comes with them to to investigate a case w the ONE ROOM TROPE. “I could never hate you” trope, suppressed feelings and EXTREME tension trope, sexy old stern serious man loses control trope.

you knew you were all completely screwed the second you stepped into the motel.

you should’ve known something was off when you found out that the place was called "majestic motels”, and had a solid two star rating on the internet. you suppose since the bau spent so much of its resources on the private jet and other edible accommodations, this was probably the best that they could do under these rushed circumstances.

it honestly probably would’ve turned out fine in the end— an old, sketchy, motel couldn’t even compare with what the team had gone through. that is, until the team was informed that there was a slight issue that had been overlooked.

“ma’am, i am positive we booked four rooms total. what do you mean it says we’ve booked three?” morgan’s exasperated voice rung throughout the room.

“i- sir, i am so sorry. there must’ve been a mistake on our website, or- or it's because we’ve had a lot of new, untrained hires lately. but it does say here that you only have three double rooms booked, and, um…” the poor receptionist’s lower lip quivered as she said, “…we’re completely full.”

rossi stepped forward and began to speak, no doubt about to terrorize the basically shivering lady about responsibility and authority. thankfully, hotch blocked rossi off with his body and spoke for him, in a more gentle way.

“thank you. we’ll take the three double rooms as is.”

you could practically see the sweat beads on her forehead retreat back into her skin as she typed frantically. a minute later, you all had bronze keys in hand and as the team walked to the lobby with heavy bags and heavy minds, everyone but hotch sat down on the worn, brown couches.

“so, i’m just going to say what everyone is thinking. i deserve my own room,” voiced rossi. you all looked at each other with disbelief, laughing when rossi shrugged his shoulders as if he had not just said the most ridiculous thing he could’ve ever said.

morgan chuckled as he playfully smacked rossi’s shoulder. “i can assure you, man, no one was thinking that.”

hotch crossed his arms, eyebrows furrowed, and exhaled thoughtfully. “i think the most reasonable arrangement is if emily, garcia, and jj stayed in one room, and morgan, reid, and rossi stayed in the other.” groans of complaints filled everyone's ears, and it took you a minute to register what he had just said.

you crinkled your eyebrows at the absence of your name, but before you could ask, hotch spoke once again,

“and we’ll take the third room.”

he glanced over at you very briefly, almost as if he wanted to see your reaction. but you shook your suspicions off; he had no reason to be curious as to how you’d feel about sharing a room with him. it was a bit odd, yes, but you were honestly too desperate for sleep to do your usual overthinking. you simply nodded softly in agreement towards him, and rolled your eyes when you saw the faces of the trio of ladies.

“alright, let’s get settled in. we start early tomorrow.”

and with hotch’s words in mind, everyone began walking down the hallways leading to their rooms. entering hallway B, you remained at least five steps behind him. you figured you could never be too cautious with aaron hotchner.

you had bonded with every other member of the team, but hotch seemed to have a solid brick wall built around him. he was always dismissing your ideas and attempts to help, and you were never his first choice when he needed a hand. you had a small suspicion that the sole purpose of this room arrangement was so that he could supervise you; to check out your intentions and morals.

you suppose you could understand why. the team is very tight-knit and you were thrown into the bunch quite abruptly, so you stayed silent to the obvious bias and unfairness. as he turned the key and opened the door, being the gentleman he is, hotch held the door opened for you and waited till you were inside to close and lock the door. as you had expected, the room didn’t exactly look like it was going to be a luxurious experience. but from the long flight and the whole ordeal with the missing room, all you could think about was taking a warm shower and getting into bed, even if the sheets smelled like they hadn’t been washed since the 70s.

you set your suitcase down on the bed furthest away from the balcony, unzipping the various compartments containing clothing and mini shampoo. you sighed in relief when you felt the soft fabric of your pyjamas.

"do you mind if i hop in the shower first? the coffee morgan split on me earlier on the jet is making my whole body sticky," you asked.

there was a brief pause before he answered. a regular person wouldn't have picked up on it. they wouldn't have noticed the slight intake of breath, the small hesitation in his voice. the light shake of his head and the way he clutched his suitcase handle tighter.

but you had gone to school for years, gotten many diplomas and degrees that specifically allowed you to notice the milliseconds between your question, and when he replied.

"go ahead."

he didn't even look up as the words left his mouth, focusing instead on pulling the files out of his briefcase and setting them down on the wooden desk resting in the corner. so, this trip wasn't going to make you two any closer, it seemed. you tried to tell yourself you didn't care as you pressed your lips together and gave a small, awkward nod. grabbing your undergarments and pyjamas, along with your towel, you couldn't be more ready to finally wash the day off of you.

the hot water and the steam instantly put you in a good mood, even when you stepped out of the washroom in a thin t-shirt and shorts to a freezing room. you weren’t sure if it was from the blasting air conditioning… or from the man who was adamant on not acknowledging you. hotch was sitting at the wooden desk situated in the corner, folders open, pen out, notebook beginning to fill. he practically glowed with iciness.

you were shocked to see that it was already dark outside, so you stepped over to the balcony and started to close the curtains. the rusty pole made an unpleasant screeching noise, and you cringed at the way his shoulders seem to tense at your actions. halfway through pulling the heavy fabric, hotch sucked in a breath and looked sharply towards you.

“do you have to do that right now?”

your lips formed an ‘o’, head shaking as you silently tip toed behind the chair he was sitting in. your eyes scanned hotch’s form; hair disheveled, blazer sitting on the chair behind him and his tie loose around his neck. though you already knew the answer to the question you wanted to ask, you knew you still had to try.

“can i help? i read a little about the case on the jet. the unsub is definitely showing traits of being an insecure white male with a white collar job, likely a-“

“it’s alright. i don’t need your help.”

you laughed nervously out of perplexity. “w-well, you’ve got a huge pile of folders there. i’ll just take a few, write the notes as you would, so that way tomorrow we can pretend we know what-“

“i said no.”

you furrowed your eyebrows, a scoff making its way out your mouth. you saw the movement of his pen stop, and for a moment, you were scared that you had disrespected him. but the moment was brief, very brief, because the the elastic that had been stretching for months had finally had enough, and was beginning to snap.

"what is your issue?"

all of his actions stopped completely, his large hand clicking off the pen and closing the folder slowly. he turned the chair to face you.

"excuse me?"

you crossed your arms, raising your chin up as you stepped closer to where he sat. "you heard me, hotch. why do you hate me?"

he sighed, hands sitting on the armrests and eyes looking down as he shook his head. "I don't hate you."

"sure, maybe hate is too strong a word. but you definitely dislike me. I know I'm new to the team, I've disrupted the team's flow and dynamic. but I'm trying my best here. no matter what I do, what ideas I suggest or what profiles I give, you reject it. throw it away like trash. but this is my job, and whether you like it or not, I'm going to stay here. so I suggest you--"

"--I don't hat-"

"--suck it up and learn how to--"

"I don't hate you, damn it."

your words stopped spilling as he stood up, the chair scooting back weakly by the momentum. his loud statement was still echoing off of the walls of the small room when you began to utter.

"o-okay, you don't hate me. what is it then?"

instead of answering, he began walking towards you, hands by his side as his eyes followed yours. you took a few steps back, but stopped, when you saw the look on his face. there was trouble in his eyes, something dark. his brows cinched together but not with anger— it was desperation. he was making a plea with his eyes, his body, and you'd be lying if you said you didn't want to help him.

your anger had long dissolved into confusion, and you extended a hand to touch his arm. “hotch..?”

you gasped when you felt the warmth of his hand on your wrist, which gently pried your grasp off from his arm. you expected him to let go, to tell you not to touch him and storm out, but the moment never came. he didn't dropped your hand from his. it was only now did you notice the close proximity between you and him. you could feel his breaths, see his glistening face and if you moved just an inch, your would be in his arms.

“I could never hate you.”

your mouth opened out of a mixture of shock and disbelief, and you struggled to find what to say. but you didn't need to say anything, and you didn't want to. his eyes drifted from the top of your head to your eyes, your ears, your nose, your parted lips. for a minute, you were close enough to hear his breaths slow and sync up with your own, but you could back away if you really wanted to. in the next, you could barely breathe from the impact and the way he squeezed you against him.

quite suddenly, his lips were on yours. his left hand supported your head as you harshly made contact with the wall, and his right hand— which still firmly held your hand— forced your arm up as your bodies pressed against each other.

with your free hand, you grabbed the front of his shirt and tried to pull him closer to you, as if it were even possible. his left hand came down from your head and grabbed your hand that was clutching his blouse, constricting it together with your other hand against the wall. you tried to move your arms, but hotch was unflinching and rough. it was as if he was afraid you were going to run away, afraid that your lips would leave his.

when he found the strength to disconnect his lips from yours, both your mouths were red and swollen, and your chests synced up with heavy pants.

“in case you couldn’t already tell…” he breathed as he let go of your sore limbs, backing away and running a hand through his messy hair. “…I don’t hate you. I could never hate you.”

he turned around, standing at the foot of his bed with his hands on his hips and his back facing you. after a beat, he spoke again. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. it is com-“

he was interrupted when you grabbed his arm and spun him around, using his tie to pull him to you as you pressed your lips sloppily on his once more. you backed him onto the bed, and dug your fingers into the flesh of his back. he didn’t reciprocate your actions at first, but once you slipped a moan in his mouth, his hand immediately came up to caress your cheek, and the other wrapped around your waist.

"jump.”

his hand gripped the nape of your head as you hopped onto his lap, and a low groan came escaped him from the friction between your pelvises. he continued pushing his mouth on yours as your right hand tugged his hair, your left hand fumbling frantically with the buckle of his belt.

“in case you couldn’t already tell…” you whispered against his lips with a smile, “…I don’t hate you either.”

a/n: something about an usually organized and stern man losing control… this is for all of u nasties out there (it's ok me too)

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vanwritesfan-fiction · 9 months

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Anonymous: Travis request - X reader and Travis went out to dinner for a date and had to have car sex on the way back to relieve the tension

“You wanna tell me what’s going on?” You looked at Travis as he sat down in the driverseat with a huff. He slammed the door behind him, making you jump.

“What are you talking about?” He turned the engine over with a press of a button.

“Something’s bothering you. Talk to me, baby.” He ran his hand over his buzz cut hair, letting out a deep sigh. “There have been some trade talks.”

“About you? Are you getting traded?” You always thought this could be a possibility for Travis, it was a reality for a lot of players, but he was the star player for the Chiefs, and you didn’t think he was dispensable.

“I don’t know, baby.” You gave his arm a couple of squeezes to let him know it was okay to relax. He just tensed up even further.

“Ok, well if it comes, we’ll deal with it, ok?” You were trying to reassure him, but he needed something that would help him get out of his head.

“Pull over.”

“What, baby we’re only five-”

“Just trust me. Pull over.” When Travis had safely pulled the card to the side of the road, he turned off the engine. You were surrounded by nothing but trees, your neighborhood situated at the bottom of a hill.

You gathered the hem of your black dress, pulling it up to your waist until just a peek of your lace panties were visible. You guided his hand to cup your mound, letting a small moan out as his index finger pressed against your clit.

“We don’t have to do this, Y/N.”

You nodded your head, his hand moving to graze your eyes, sending goosebumps up your arms. “I just want to make you feel better, baby.” You slipped your strappy sandals off your feet. Travis watched you undress in the small space, his eyes glazed over with lust.

Travis shuffled his jacket off, unbuttoning his white shirt to reveal an undershirt, his chest hair peeking out of the top. With one swift movement of your leg, you turned around to straddle his waist, Travis helping you with a palm on your ass. “Are you hard?” You asked, clearly feeling his hardened bulge against your pelvis. “For you, always.” Travis chuckled, earning a smile from you. You helped him remove his belt and unzip his pants, revealing his cock pressed against the cotton of his boxers. You licked one hand, lubricating your fingers before you pulled his cock out and began stroking the head.

“Fuck, baby, that feels good.” Travis’ gave fell to your hand pleasuring him, your hips rolling instinctively as you anticipated him filling you up. You shifted yourself till his dick was hovering over your entrance, sliding down inch by inch until you could feel the tip of his cock settled against your cervix. You let out small moan after moan as you bounced against his pelvis, the limited space available meaning his strokes were short and hit your g-spot each time.

You stopped when you saw bright headlights in your eyeline, thinking you were caught. You ducked your head, pressing your forehead against Travis’ chest. “Oh my god, I thought we were caught.”

“Do you wanna stop?” He asked, lifting your chin to look at him. You brushed your hair to the side, continuing to wind your hips. “Does that answer your question?” You planted a passionate kiss on his lips, biting his bottom lip when you pulled away. Travis groaned out as you clenched down around his cock, digging his fingers in the delicate flesh at your hips. You quickened your pace when you felt your orgasm building in your lower stomach. “Are you close?”, you asked as Travis’ eyes shut in bliss, trying to stave off his own orgasm. “Fuck, yes.” He edged out as he lifted your hips so he could drill up into you.

“I’m gonna cum, baby.” You could barely get the words out as your orgasm vibrated through your body, Travis shortly behind you, pulling out to cum on your thighs and lower stomach. “Sorry, did I get anything on your dress?” You laughed, pulling him in for another kiss before you wiped yourself off. “Don’t worry about it, you can buy me another one.”

#travis kelce fluff #travis kelce fic #travis kelce imagine #travis kelce x reader #travis kelce #nfl fan fic #nfl fic #nfl smut #nfl fluff #nfl imagine

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Part Five! Warning for brief, likely medically inaccurate, non-descriptive mentions of stitches.

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“You can’t do something like that again.”

Grian looked up at Pearl, his hands pausing from their task of preening his wings. “Huh?”

Pearl set down her hairbrush, sighing heavily. “You know what I mean,” she began, “earlier today. With Impulse.” She leaned forward, narrowing her eyes. “You’re looking too deep and forgetting that, whatever is in there…” She gestured vaguely with her hairbrush. “...it’s not as important as Impulse is.”

“I just…” Grian grumbled softly, running his hands over his feathers, “I don’t know what to do, Pearl. I don’t even know what we’re going up against, other than it’s…”

“Wrong,” Pearl finished his sentence, nodding. “I know. I don’t really…” A yawn interrupted her, and she set aside her hairbrush. “I’m scared, Grian,” she admitted, leaning against him. “I don’t know what to do.”

Carefully wrapping his wing around her, Grian sighed. “I’m scared, too. But we have to do something, before whatever’s going on with Impulse gets really bad.”

The two sat in silence for a bit, taking comfort in each other’s company. In the space of silence, their thoughts had plenty of room to make noise.

What they knew was this: Impulse had been cursed. Or something of the sort. Whatever had been done to him was draining his life force, or at least had been. When it originally let up, Pearl and Grian had been skeptical but relieved. Given the burns on Impulse’s hand, they’d figured that he’d paid the price and let it go, but still remained wary.

But today…

“It must’ve come back,” Grian muttered, “or maybe it never really left.”

“It’s strong enough to almost completely cloak its presence,” Pearl added, “so there’s always a chance we try to do something about it and it just hides from us, and then we’re back at square one.” She let out a worried sound, her wings fluttering slightly. “What if this isn’t something we can fix, Grian?”

Grian reached out and gently took her hands in his own, rubbing his thumbs gently over the back of her hands. “Whatever it is, we’ll find a way. I promise you, everything will be alright.”

Pearl gave him a weary smile. “I’m gonna trust you on this one. Don’t let me down, now.”

Grian smiled back. “I won’t. It’s getting late,” he added after a moment, “and you look exhausted. We should get some rest and come back to this tomorrow.”

Pearl pulled away from Grian. “Yeah, you’re right. Try to get some sleep, at least.”

Grian stood, carefully stepping out of the tent before stretching his wings and folding them behind his back. “G’night, Pearl.”

She gave him a little wave goodbye. “Good night, Griba.”

Glancing up at the sky, Grian was relieved to see that it was mostly clear. The stars were bright, and that made him feel a little better. A small grin appeared on his face as he slowly walked over to his tent, thinking of the children’s story he’d grown up believing. That stars were actually the souls of courageous heroes, who died valiantly in battle. He didn't really believe it anymore, but it was a small comfort to the part of him that still made wishes when blowing dandelions.

He settled into his tent with a satisfied trill and took a moment to finish preening his wings, having only a small section left over from his chat with Pearl. Having already changed into his night clothes, it was just a few minutes before he was ready for bed.

Grian settled down on his stomach, spreading his wings out to either side of him until he was comfortable. Tucking an arm beneath his pillow, he shifted a couple times to find the perfect position before closing his eyes.

For once, his exhaustion bested his insomnia, and Grian fell into sleep.

–

The sun beat down on his skin as Grian held the body of his dearest friend close. Blood the same colour as his feathers coated his hands and the sand around them, and tears flowed in a constant stream down his sunburnt cheeks.

“I’m so sorry,” he keened, grief twisting his cries into a mournful birdsong, “oh Scar, I’m so sorry. It should’ve–” It should’ve been me.

He gently set his friend down, laying him to rest in the warm sand. Standing up, Grian extended his wings– broken, flightless, stained with the blood of his friends and enemies alike.

“One more life to go,” he murmured, and the voice of the sole survivor echoed across the land.

The flightless bird took one last desperate reach for the sky.

And Grian

fell.

–

Grian woke with a strangled gasp, the memories of a red desert already fading as he was struck with a feeling of danger like he had never felt before. And it wasn’t just danger– no, a feeling of pure bloodlust emanated from just outside the tent, someone was outside his tent, someone was in camp and wanted to kill him.

Grian instantly rolled out of bed, grabbing his dagger from the side table. Before whatever outside was given the chance to break in, he shot out of the tent and turned to face his would-be murderer head-on. His wings mantled themselves behind his back, feathers puffed up threateningly as he held the dagger out in front of him.

His eyes adjusted to the low light of the night, and Grian realized that he knew that silhouette.

Impulse stood in front of him, blinking away the red glow that had just been in his eyes, confused and slightly alarmed. “...Grian?” he asked, voice still groggy from what had been effectively a forced sleepwalking, “what are you…?”

“You’re not Impulse,” Grian hissed, his grip on the dagger tightening. “I saw you– I saw you!” His voice slowly rose from a whisper to a shout. “Let him go!”

Impulse took a few steps back, confused and now even more alarmed than before. “Grian, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m myself, I– I’m right here, just calm down…”

“I’m not going to calm down!” Grian snapped, his eyes fixated on where the red had lingered in Impulse’s eyes. He shifted back, preparing to strike. “I see you. I know you’re there.” He no longer saw Impulse– in his eyes, there was only whatever curse had befallen his friend. He knew one thing, and one thing only.

Grian had to get rid of the evil that had hidden itself deep in Impulse’s mind.

Time seemed to slow down. At the same time, it all happened so fast.

Pearl had sensed the initial bloodlust, though not as strong as it hadn’t been directed toward her, and woken up. Upon hearing the shouting, she– dazed and still half-asleep– had stumbled from her tent and realized exactly what was happening as Impulse scrambled back.

“You’re looking too deep and forgetting that, whatever is in there…”

Pearl ran towards the fight, shouting for Grian to stop, knowing he wouldn’t.

“...it’s not as important as Impulse is.”

She threw herself in front of Impulse, pushing him to the ground just in time for the blade to slice through her wing.

Pearl screamed.

A distant howl answered her cry, and the camp exploded into chaos.

Grian’s eyes snapped back into focus, and he dropped his dagger and staggered back. Horror shone on his face, especially when his gaze landed on Pearl’s damaged wing. Impulse shot up, eyes wide as he looked between Pearl and Grian, unsure of what to do and still terrified.

Scar burst out from the swaggon, his hair shining pure white and faint wings glowing behind him. “What’s happening?!” he called, stepping toward the gathered knights.

Mumbo stumbled out of his own tent, holding his rocket launcher and looking a bit taller than he had been before bed. His hair was clearly longer as well, and the way that the sprout on his head had shot up would’ve been comical had it not been for the situation.

Tilly burst into the camp, sprinting over to where Pearl was kneeling on the ground and pressing herself against Pearl’s side, whimpering softly. Pearl took in a sharp, shaky breath. “I’m alright, baby. I’m okay, Tilly girl.” She wrapped her arms around the dog’s neck, taking a moment to calm herself down.

“I don’t…” Grian cut himself off, shaking his head. “I… what was I doing, oh my gosh, what…” He stared at his hands as though he expected to see blood staining them red. “Pearl, Impulse, I’m so sorry.”

Impulse gave him a weak smile. “I don’t really know what happened either. One minute I was asleep, the next I was outside your tent. And then…”

Pearl slowly stood, glancing back at her wings and trying to extend them. While her uninjured one opened with ease, the other could only open slightly before sending sharp pain through her. “I think,” she started, trying to take deep breaths and keep her voice from shaking, “I think I’m going to need stitches.”

Grian looked absolutely devastated. “Pearl, I–”

She shook her head. “We’ll talk later. I’m going to need your help.”

Mumbo looked concerned, though he slowly lowered his rocket launcher. “Are you okay?” he asked, “I mean, uh, obviously not, but…”

Pearl gave him a reassuring smile. “I’ll be alright. Don’t think I’ll be able to fly for a little while, but it’ll heal. It was just an unfortunate accident.” She sighed. “You should all get back to bed. Grian, come with me.” She gave Tilly a soft pat and whispered something, and the dog padded away.

Slowly, everyone began to disperse, Scar’s hair regaining its colour and his wings fading away as he walked back to the swaggon. Mumbo seemed to realize that he had accidentally shapeshifted from the scare and changed himself back before disappearing into his tent. Impulse lingered a moment longer, his face unreadable but his body language giving away his anxiety.

“I’m sorry you got hurt, Pearl,” he said sincerely, “I’ll see you both tomorrow.” With that, he left, and the two were alone.

“Pearl–” Grian began, but she cut him off.

“Not here. Not now.” Pearl sounded… angry. Of course, she had every right to be, Grian was angry at himself, but still… oh, he hated when people were angry at him. It made him feel so small.

Nevertheless, Grian dutifully followed Pearl to her tent, where she went straight to a specific chest and pulled out her medical kit. “You know what to do?” she asked as she handed him the kit, but it wasn’t really a question.

Grian nodded, and Pearl carefully lit a lantern, putting it on a stable surface. She sat down, and Grian sat behind her, silently preparing the tools. “Aren’t you taking pain medicine?” he asked, his voice almost swallowed up by the silence.

Pearl shook her head. “After.”

“Doesn't it hurt?” Grian pressed as he finished preparing the tools and carefully prepping the injured area.

Pearl’s voice became slightly more strained. “About as much as you’d think it would,” she answered tersely, and Grian stopped talking.

He began to carefully stitch Pearl’s wing, falling into the repetitive motion after a moment. He wasn’t given long to sit in silence, as Pearl only waited a moment to get used to the feeling before speaking up.

“What happened?” she asked, and the anger in her voice made Grian wince.

“I… I’m sorry Pearl, I wasn’t–”

“Thinking?” she finished for him. “Yeah. You usually don’t.”

“Pearl, I…”

“What would've happened had you hurt Impulse and suddenly made whatever was happening to him worse? We don't know what he's going through. We don't know the full extent of what's happening. We can't act without thinking, Grian, especially when it's our friend's life on the line.” Pearl’s hands were shaking, and she clenched them into fists. “I told you. I told you that you couldn’t just laser focus on the curse. Even if you had managed to get it out of Impulse, what if that had hurt him? What if that killed him? What if the curse had jumped to you after you pulled it from Impulse? What if–?” And she had to stop here, to take in a breath. “What if you had died?”

Grian frowned. “Pearl, that won’t happen. I won’t let it–”

“We’re not invincible, Grian!” she cried, “tonight is a wonderful example of that, actually!” For a moment, there was silence. “We may be Watchers, but we can still bleed. We can still die. And even if we don’t, I…” She buried her face in her hands. “I’m sorry.” She slowly placed her hands back in her lap. “I’m still angry at you, though,” she added on. “What you did wasn’t okay. I know you’re hard headed and stubborn and you don’t think things through, but we can’t just solve every single problem with… enthusiastic violence.”

Grian nodded, before realizing she couldn’t see him. “Yeah. I… you’re right, Pearl. I really don’t… it was like all I could see was that thing, and it made me so angry and I just…” He took a moment to focus on the stitching before continuing. “I don’t have an excuse. I acted on instinct and I hurt you and I could’ve– it could’ve ended up so much worse, and I’m so, so sorry.” He had to bite back tears as he spoke, pausing in his stitches so he wouldn’t mess up because of crying. “I never meant to hurt anyone.”

The anger had faded from Pearl’s voice, though it still sounded a little strained from the pain she was in. “I know, Grian.” Most of all, she sounded tired. “I know.”

Grian finished up the stitches and carefully bandaged the area, before Pearl took a very generous dose of the pain medicine. He gave her a slightly concerned look, and she’d returned that with a deadpan stare.

“Has it been too long since your last wing injury?” she asked, raising an eyebrow, “have you forgotten how incredibly painful it is?”

Grian shook his head, holding his hands up. “No, ma’am,” he answered weakly, earning a small laugh from his sister. “No judgement here, none at all.”

Pearl carefully sorted her medical kit’s supplies before placing it back into the place it had been earlier. For a moment, both sat in silence again.

Grian started to stand. “I should probably head back to my tent…”

Pearl placed a hand on his arm, interrupting him. “Can you stay here instead?” she asked, a soft vulnerability hidden in the plea. “I just…”

Grian nodded, almost too eagerly, and sat back down. “No, I…” he trailed off. “...I think I need it too,” he admitted, his voice wavering slightly. “If you don’t mind.”

Pearl smiled– an exhausted, pained smile, but one of relief all the same– and pulled him into a hug. “Thank you,” she mumbled into his shoulder, and Grian hummed softly in response.

It took a few extra blankets and pillows for them both to get comfortable, but eventually the two siblings drifted off to sleep. Grian’s wing rested gently over Pearl, a comforting and protective gesture all at once.

Times would get difficult. Bonds would be tested, friendships would be strained. But no matter what, they would heal. Things would get better, and they would be stronger for it.

Pearl fell asleep, and dreamed of falling stars.

#my writing #boatem knights au #impulsesv #pearlescentmoon #grian #goodtimeswithscar #mumbo jumbo #hermitcraft fanfic

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mirrored-movements · 10 months

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Bittersweet

(Miguel O'Hara x reader)

Synopsis: We all know Lyla was based off of something from Miguel's past, but what if there was another Ai that nobody knew about? What's the story behind it?

Warnings: A little sat-Idk, kinda cried a little finishing it, maybe spoilers but I also don't remember

They say there’s a story behind every person, a reason for what they do and how they do it. But whether or not others knew was the real question.

Everyone in HQ was familiar with the sassy little AI known as Lyla, but what if there was another AI? One that was kept much closer than Lyla- like a toy that didn’t want to be shared.

He didn’t mean to stumble across it, well not that he stumbled across it himself- more like Mayday had gone on one of her explorations of the base having accidentally wandered into Miguel's empty office.

“Mayday! Get down from there!” Hollering up at his daughter Peter began scaling the wall after her, a short yell leaving his lips as she’d popped down landing on the main console of Miguels computer. “Look what you’ve done- now we’ll both get in trouble.”

Jumping down himself Peter moved to swipe Mayday up and off the keyboard; intent on just pretending they weren’t there in the first place had someones voice begin speaking.

“Mayday Parker and Peter Parker, hello!”

Craning his head around to see who’d spoke his eyes landed on a golden glowing figure, his brain right away associating it with Lyla however upon a closer inspection he could see it was most definitely not her.

“Uh hello,” Trying to figure out what to do or say he glanced around the room for a second as if making sure the aforementioned brunette wasn’t around. “What er well who are you?”

Popping out of existence for a second the small golden glow reappeared before his face, a smile dawning the holograms features. “My names (Y/N), I usually take care of emotional matters regarding Miguel.”

The smile on the holograms face was still present as it spoke, the explanation coming across a little strange in Peters opinion as he didn’t recall the existence of another Ai let alone one that presumably provided emotional stability.

“Emotional matters? So you’re like a?” “A companion.” Finishing what was said (Y/N) smiled once again, holographic hand raising to make a few projected stars seeing as Mayday had become enamoured with the lights.

“Oh, and where did you come from?”

“Base reference 001 has ceased to exist, however I serve as a digital copy.”

“I see, so-” Halting himself from finishing he could feel the hairs on the back of his neck raising, spider senses tingling with a warning of the oncoming futuristic spiderman. “Well we have to get going but can you,” Pointing towards the hologram Peter then pointed towards himself. “Keep this between us?”

Despite knowing that this was one of Miguel’s Ai he had hoped there was at least some semblance of self thinking- his assumption being correct when a zipper motion was made followed by a nod.

What a strange encounter.

Watching Peter and Mayday leave (Y/N) remained still, sensors scanning the darkened room once it was empty- nearly falling into sleep mode if not for the scanners going off as well as Lyla’s chipper voice calling into the room.

Grinning once more the holograms both quickly welcomed one another, the one that’d been stationary within the room quickly chirping a welcom back to the man as well occupying the space over his right shoulder.

Standing just down the hall Peter strained his ears to hear the interaction, mind filtering through millions of ideas before coming to settle on one question in particular.

Just who was (Y/N)?

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“So you’re telling me, that there is restricted access to the person you were modeled after?”

“As far as I can tell yes.”

“So you don’t actually know anything about them or well you?”

“I know what I am programmed to know?”

“And what’s that?”

“That I’m (Y/N) and I’m Miguels companion.”

Conversations like this seemed to pop up whenever Peter felt curious enough to sneak back into Miguels office, he couldn’t help but be a little bitter that the man never mentioned the Ai in any sense considering how close- or rather how close he thought they were.

“Ok no see- that feels like you’re a pet or something. You had to have been a real person at some point right? Or a real something?” Waving his hands around he emphasized his points a little. From his knowledge Lyla was modeled after something from Miguel’s past, therefor this new one should be no different.

Growing quiet (Y/N) sat cross legged in the air, hand resting beneath their chin while trillions of layers of code circled through their data filled mind. A sort of frown beginning to etch itself onto their glowing face. “I don’t know, I’m not really programed to know that kind of thing. So there’s really only one person who could help you answer the questions you’re asking.”

“Yeah it’s beginning to seem that way,” Letting out a sigh Peter rubbed the bridge of his nose, it wouldn’t hurt to try.

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“Come on Miguel- “

“No, you asking this mean’s you’ve been snooping. End of discussion.” Snapping back at the robe clad man Miguel’s gaze hardened, hands curling tightly at the though of Peter intruding on something that was supposed to be private. “How did you even activate it in the first place?”

Rubbing the back of his neck Peter let out a sheepish laugh head turning to the side as if to avoid the man’s intense stare. “Mayday fell onto the console and pressed some buttons- but really she didn’t mean to, and if it’s any consolation I think that (Y/N) is pretty friendly. Really life like.”

Sucking in a breath, Miguel raised a hand in order to run it through his hair, brows furrowed together and lips pressed firmly shut.

He wasn’t sure what to say.

“But hey I mean if you want to keep it a secret then that’s fine by me bu-”

“(Y/N) was a lover of mine,” Beginning with that he’d cut Peter off, steps continuing to carry him towards where his workspace was under the assumption that Peter would follow. “The real (Y/N).”

He could almost remember everything as clear as day.

The smell of coffee pungently filled the air, chatter hummed throughout the small shop and people came in and out of the establishment.

That was the first time he’d met you; bright smile and an equally bright personality. A barista was your occupation however later on around the second time he’d come in he’d come to learn you were also a student. Biochemistry was what you were studyin, a hard field but you seemed to tolerate it nonetheless.

He admired that.

Around the third and fourth time dropping in he’d taken note of the little doodles you’d often draw on the sleeve of his to-go cup, little flowers and the occasional bee if the afternoon rush wasn’t too busy.

You seemed to admire the man as well- if not worry about his caffeine intake considering how frequently he’d begun dropping in.

He was attractive, that much was clear. Tall dark and mysterious is what you and your coworkers would call him, however he seemed less mysterious and more reserved the more you got to know him, almost like there was a certain hesitance around building up friendships with others.

You’d taken the initiative first during his twelf visit, pen in hand as well as the sleeve of Miguels coffee- the man’s name being learned when you had to write it along the side.

To say he was presently surprised was a bit of an understatement, the set of digits scribbled into the side of his coffee had the edges of his lips quirking up only the slightest bit. A short wave quickly being spared your way.

That was where it all started. When the meaningless texts were passed back and forth, little snippets of conversation- everything that led up until the first date.

A cute little restaurant he’d picked out on the corner of maine; you seemed to adore the decor, even going as far as asking the man to take a picture of you beside the trellis of flowers outside. Which, of course he did- how could he say no?

One date, turned into two and then into three until eventually you’d somehow wormed your way into the deepest parts of his heart, past the cement walls he’d constructed and completely bypassing any prerequisite that might’ve existed.

A couple, that’s what you were now.

You liked surprising him in the mornings before having to head out to work, and he liked coming home to find you sound asleep-- taking the time to slip himself beneath the sheets where he knew you’d welcome him with open arms.

You were his light, something he fought for and wanted to protect until the end of time.

However spidermans story was a cruel one, one full of anguish and heartache- one where taking was the only thing the world did.

“Miguel, how come you come home so late.” Coming to muse that out you laid against the man’s chest, hands stretching up much like a cat in order to gently play with the brown strands.

Raching up to take one of your hands he pressed a gently kiss to the palm, relishing in the soft warmth it had before folding your fingers softly in order to rest his lips against your knuckles. “It’s so I don’t miss the beauty that is your presence in the morning, mi luz.”

Airily laughing in response you took in a breath, eyes staring up adoringly at him.

What you two had was pure; something he hadn’t felt in ages. The way you were able to lighten up his day with a single look was enough for him to think farther ahead, he never wanted this feeling to go away.

“But I miss you when I get off of work, making me wait all by myself.”

The pout on your lips was adorable.

Chuckling he shook his head, body raising slightly in order for him to be able to kiss the top of your head. “I miss you too.” Taking a moment to think about what he wanted to say Miguels hand released yours, instead both of them coming to cradle your cheeks softly. “How about this, I’ll get off work early and we can go for dinner?”

Your expression lit up at this, lips curling into that beautiful smile that never failed to make his heart flutter.

God did he love you so much.

As he retold the story to Peter, Miguel could feel his heart begin to clench, suit clad feet coming to stand on the rising platform of his work place motioning for the other man to follow suit all the while continuing, a bitter taste to his words.

Everything was set, the reservations were made, an outfit was picked out for you and laid out among the bed- everything.

His gaze focused out the apartments window, small velvety box clasped tightly within his hand.

You were perfect, everything he dreamed about, everything he thought about. From the smallest hair on your head down to every breath you took- he loved you fully and whole heartedly.

So why, why did the world have to be so cruel.

A threat that wasn’t of his world had come spiraling in, he remembered that day vividly as the buildings surrounding downtown began to crumble one by one.

Try as he might there were only so many lives he could save, so much he could do against a foe that wasn’t of his world.

Spidermand wasn’t a killer, but on that day he saw red.

“The last thing I ever got was a kiss on the cheek that morning and an I love you.”

Having been starring into the back of Miguels suit, Peters gaze trailed towards something the man had pulled out of a nearby compartment. His heart aching for the man.

It was a velvet box.

“Some things should stay buried, but I didn’t want to forget.” Turning around he leaned against the consol, the small golden holographic form of (Y/N) appearing in an instant, projected hands moving to pat his shoulder reassuringly despite the touch never being felt.. “It’ll never be perfect, I know that.”

“But it’s all I’ve got.”

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I didn't mean for this to come out so sad- BUT DAMN ;-;

#miguel ohara #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara #× reader #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o 'hara #across the spider verse spoilers #across the #spiderverse #spider man: across the spider verse #smatsv #atsvx reader #spiderman × reader #spiderman 2099 spiderverse #spiderman #spider man #spiderman into the spiderverse #spider

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harlowsbby · 1 year

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Disclosure part two

“Where did Urban and Y/N go? They were just here not even a minute ago.” Jack asked Neelam once he finished his interview with The Breakfast Club.

“Uh I’m not sure but all I remember is Y/N leaving the room with Urban behind her I think they went to the Suv or something.” Neelam wasn’t paying much attention just going through and organizing other meetings Jack had for the day.

“They didn’t say anything to you? Did Y/N look okay?” Jack had a feeling you had left due to what he said but he wasn’t so sure.

“Let’s get going shall we? You have another interview with Good Morning America and your performance and guest appearance for the tonight show later on tonight.”

As Jack and Neelam walked back towards the Suv the only thing on his mind was you. He knew you were outside of the room while he did his interview but he wasn’t sure if you had left because you weren’t feeling well or because of what he said.

“Neelam just messaged me, Jack and her are on their way back to the car, do you want me to say anything to him?” You sat next to Urban just starring into space Jack just basically said you downright bashed you not just in front of three people for in front of the whole entire world.

“My assistant isn’t my type I mean she’s got a body but not one like Ari Fletcher or Stassie you know I want me a women like that and a women who takes care of herself.” His words flooded your mind, did he really feel that way about you? If so why not just tell you that to your face it would’ve spared you the heartache.

“Don’t bother Urban, he isn’t worth getting all riled up over I’ll just try my best to ignore him.”

“Are you sure? I don’t really fight but I’ll fight him if you really want.” You laughed as Urban began to punch the air, demonstrating what he’d do to Jack.

“I promise Urban it’s okay.” You relax back in the seat and sighed you weren’t sure how you were to ignore Jack you were his assistant for crying out loud the two of you had to communicate, you were taken out of your thought by the door opening, revealing a worried face Jack.

“Hey Urban, Y/N.”

“Hey Jack.” Urban mumbled and kept scrolling on his phone. Jack looked over at you waiting for an answer or something. You felt his intense stare at you but you kept your gaze out the window you knew if you made eye contact with Jack you’d have a breakdown.

“Alright well let’s not have everyone speak at once.” Neelam joked when she noticed the awkward tension in the room. “Driver take us to Good Morning America please.”

“You got it Neelam.” The driver shut the door and you were off. Once you all arrived to the set of Good Morning America you stayed close to Urban.

The minute you arrived inside you felt like everyone’s eyes were on you, everyone was mumbling and eyeing you and you had a feeling it was because of what happened earlier.

“Jack! Welcome to Good Morning America how are you liking New York so far?” One of the news ladies named Ariel greeted Jack.

“I love New York it always has my heart it’s been good to me so far.” Jack gave her that oh so charming smile.

“I’m glad to hear that Jack, well your dressing room is right around the corner we’ll let you get ready and the show airs in about 20 minutes.”

“Sounds good see you in 20 Ariel.”

Jack and Neelam walked towards the dressing room he stopped when he noticed Urban and You weren’t following behind him.

“Are you two not coming?”

“Actually no I need some fresh air I think I might go walk around for a bit, what about you Urban?”

“I’m going to go smoke and call Sunni but I’ll act you around Jack.” You gave Jack a side smile before disappearing.

“I think she’s mad at me.” Jack flopped on the couch and rubbed his forehead.

“Well I’d be upset too if I got bashed on one of the biggest radio shows in America.”

“But I was only trying to protect her I guess.”

“Protect her how Jack? Because I’m sure Y/N isn’t ever going to talk to you again and I don’t blame her.”

“I just don’t want anybody to be with her and I figured me saying that will keep the men away.” Jack knew he sounded selfish and he was being selfish the two of you were in this sort of situation-ship but he was the only one making it an issue, you were ready to be committed to Jack and only Jack but he didn’t know how to commit.

“Jack I think you should talk to Y/N about it I see the way you look at her and the way she looks at you, I think you’re ready for a relationship but somethings holding you back. Anyways the show starts in a few minutes so get ready and I’ll see you out there.”

Neelam gave Jack’s shoulder a reassuring squeeze before leaving the dressing room.

Jack hated the way you were dodging him but that’s only because he knew you heard every single thing he said this morning and he felt like the biggest jerk because of it, maybe Neelam was right instead of pulling you along and stringing you along he should let you go.

You walked around the stage looking at all the pictures on the wall from other celebrities who cohosted or performed on Good Morning America, when your stomach began to rumble, you remembered Ariel telling you that there was a snack area so you quickly made your way towards the snack area.

You were about to turn the corner when you heard voices mumbling.

“Yeah did you see that Jack Harlow is here.” “I did! He’s so dreamy and charming I wish he was my man so bad.” You mentally scoffed.

“Did you see his assistant is here as well.” “I mean yeah why wouldn’t she be isn’t she his assistant?” One of the workers laughed. “You didn’t see what he said about her earlier?” “No?”

“It’s trending all over twitter and the shade room he basically denied that they are together and said she doesn’t take care of herself and basically said she isn’t exactly his type.”

“He said that?”

“He sure did I feel so bad for her she looks like such a sweetheart.” You we’re trending on Twitter? You had no idea you were so out of that you didn’t even have time to check your social media.

“Anyways let’s get going the show is starting now.” The two works left leaving you alone, you pulled out your phone before logging into Twitter and sure enough you were trending.

“Jack Harlow bashes his assistant, Jack Harlow claims he wants a girl like Stassie and not a lowlife.”

“Well that one hurt.” You mumbled to yourself, you rolled your eyes and stuffed your phone in your pocket before going into the bathroom.

You looked yourself over in the mirror and sighed, maybe Jack was right you could hold yourself to a higher stander, you were wearing one of his hoodies and a pair of his sweats it made you look bigger than what you are. Your hair was well it was a mess, the bags under your eyes didn’t help and you were long overdue for a manicure and your eyebrows needed to be threaded.

If Jack thought you could present yourself a bit better then you were going to show him, you were going to prove to him and the rest of the world that you could be what he wanted and maybe he’d take you serious.

Jack looked around in the audience not seeing you anywhere, the show was starting in 3 minutes and you were nowhere to be seen. He looked at Neelam with his eyebrows furrowed before mouthing.

“Where is Y/N.” She quickly mouthed “I don’t know.” And shrugged her shoulders.

“Jack are you ready?” Ariel gave him a warm smile which he somewhat returned, his mind was on he was wondering where you were and what you were doing.

“Never been more ready in my life.” He gave her a sharp smile before turning to the screen.

“And we’re on in 3..2..1.” The camera man said aloud.

“Good morning America I’m Ariel.” “And I’m Jack Harlow.” “And you’re watching Good Morning America.” They both said in unison.

The entire show Jack was out of it he just prayed all his fans and friends back home didn’t pick up on it.

Later that day

You had finally made it back to the hotel room after being out shopping all day. You got a complete makeover and it might’ve damaged your savings a bit but it was worth it.

You had your hair dyed, you bought new shoes and outfits and a little skimpy dress for the club tonight. You were proud with everything you’ve bought. You even got your nail and toes done.

“Wow you look good Y/N.” The doorman complemented you. “Thank you Earl.” You laughed before heading towards the elevators.

Once you arrived to the suite you were a bit hesitant at knocking at first you weren’t ready to see nor deal with Jack but you weren’t about to let him ruin your mood. You knocked a few times and after awhile the door opened revealing a worried looking Jack.

“Where have you been Y/N?! It’s.. what time is it Urban and what happened to you?.” Jack stepped out of the way to let you inside.

“It’s exactly 9pm. If you’re going to be out all day at least tell woah.” Urban stopped talking mid sentence, you looked absolutely breath taking.

“You got a makeover?” Urban smiled. “Yeah I guess I did.” You smiled back and tossed all your bags on the bed.

“Do I look good?” You did a little twirl in your mini skirt you had picked out, Jack groaned when he saw a glimpse of your pink thong showing.

“You look fucking amazing.” Urban complemented you. “Thank you Urban I’m glad someone finds me attractive.” You stated sarcastically, Jack’s face softened.

“Y/N I didn’t mean anything I said.” You scoffed. “Jack just save it alright I don’t care what you have to say anymore. If you want someone like Stassie go right ahead. I’m not stopping you anymore.” You whispered.

Jack was about to say something but was cut off by the knock on the door.

“Come in!!” Urban yelled, the door opened revealing Ace and Nemo. “What’s going on everyone?! Y’all ready to party tonight.”

Nemo managed to get you all in one of the newest clubs in New York tonight it was the perfect opportunity to show Jack just exactly what he’d be missing.

“Oh I’m more than ready I need a few shots or two.” Urban joked. “Alright everyone go get ready and Ace and I will meet you back down in the lobby in about 20 minutes?”

“Sounds good.”

You quickly showered before leaning over the counter and doing your makeup, after applying your some lipgloss you put on your dress well if you could even call it a dress, it showed little to none but covered just enough, you felt and looked good.

Putting on your heels you made sure you had everything in your purse before heading out. Once you made it to the lobby there stood all the guys laughing and talking.

“Well if it isn’t the women of the hour, damn you’ve been looking good Y/N.” Ace bit his lip which Jack notice. Jack so badly wanted to make you go upstairs and change but you weren’t his girl.

“Thank you Ace.”

“No thank you.” He whistled along with Nemo and Sunni.

“Not too much on my friend now back off.” Urban tried his best to shield you. “Let’s get going we don’t wanna be late.” Neelam told you all. Just as you were about to follow after them Jack grabbed ahold of your arm.

“What are you wearing?” “Uhh my dress.” You defended yourself. “A dress? you’re barley wearing anything Y/N you need to go change.”

“Jack leave me alone we aren’t even together why do you care what I wear. I can wear what I want and when I want. Besides I thought you’d be happy but I guess there isn’t any please you.” Breaking away from his brace you turned around and walked outside to the Suv.

The entire ride to the club Jack stayed silent he kept his head down. He felt terrible for what he said and losing you in the process made everything even more worse.

He watched how you laughed and joked with Ace and Urban and Neelam he wanted to enjoy himself tonight but he couldn’t bring himself to.

“Wait wait what are the rules for tonight?” You giggled and leaned into Urban, taking his arm and wrapping it around you.

“Rules?!” You asked. “Everyone is on a mission to get either fucked up tonight or sleep with someone tonight.” Neelam laughed and shook her head at Ace’s rule.

“What kinda rule is that?” You laughed. “A wonderful rule now let’s go.” The club was massive it seemed like something out a movie.

They had dancers walking around, the bottle girls walking around shaking bottles and pouring shots in everyone’s mouth. A few people throwing money in the air.

“Everyone meet back up here in a few hours and remember the rules, whoever doesn’t follow the rules does laundry for the next two weeks.” You all groaned but set out to follow Ace’s “rules”

You were an introvert going outside and partying wasn’t really your scene and Jack knew that, he watched you from one of the booths as you stood near the bar awkwardly and laughed to himself.

“What’s so funny?” Neelam came up from behind him. “Just Y/N is all, look at her over there by the bar.” You we’re attempting to call the bartender for a drink. “Why don’t you help her instead of laughing at her Jack.”

“Why would I do that she hates me remember.” Neelam sighed. “Maybe if you apologized she wouldn’t hate you.” “I’m good besides looks like she’ll be forgetting about me for the night.”

Jack’s jaw tightened watching some man come up to you and what he assumed was asking you if you wanted a drink which you happily accepted he watched how the man’s hand rested dangerously close to your ass.

For the entire night you sat at the bar with Ruben talking and laughing about anything and everything you had completely forgotten about Jack.

“So what are you doing all alone at a bar?” Ruben asked you. “I’m not all alone I came with my friends.” You laughed you weren’t even sure what was funny but you were positive it was the alcohol getting to you.

“Well how about we get out of here and have a little party of our own?” Ruben smirked and his hand that was rested on your thigh slowly started creeping up to your core, you moaned softly but nodded your head yes.

“Let’s go then baby girl.” He took your hand in his before guiding you to the exit.

“Where the hell does she think he’s going?” Jack mumbled to himself but Urban overhead him.

“Who?” Y/N she’s leaving with some random ass dude.” “She’s following my rules let her be.” Jack smacked his lips.

“Screw your rules Ace I’m not letting her leave with some random creep.” Jack got up quickly and huffed squeezing his way past a bunch of sweaty and drunk bodies before he finally managed to make it you before you left.

“Jack? What are you doing.” You slurred your words your eyebrows furrowed as he blocked the exit. “I’m not letting you leave with this man Y/N, I don’t care how upset you get with me.” You rolled your eyes and tried pushing past him but he wasn’t letting up.

“Jack move out of my way.” “No I said you aren’t leaving, look man she isn’t leaving with you.” Jack told Ruben. “Yes I am leaving with him now move Jack.”

“I suggest you listen to the lady.” Ruben told Jack. “Or what?” Jack moved over towards Ruben and you were lying if you said this wasn’t turning you on right now, Jack towered of Ruben just a bit.

“We’re going to have a problem buddy.” A crowd was starting to form. “Is that so?” Jack asked Ruben.

“Jack please just leave me alone you’ve done enough damage for the day, don’t you think?” His eyes softened at your words. “I just want you to be safe Y/N and being a whore for the night isn’t going to keep you safe.”

“Oh so I’m a whore now?” “I didn’t mean it like that-.” Before he was able to finish his sentence you cut him off.

“No Jack you did mean it just like how you meant every single thing you said about me this morning, do you understand how bad that hurt me? I went out and spent half of my savings just to prove you wrong.” You voice began to crack and your eyes filled with tears.

Everyone in the room were now focused on the two of you, flashlights and cameras were being pointed in your face but you didn’t care.

“You play with my mind and my emotions and I’m done with it Jack, you claim you want me but yet come home with stained lipstick on your shirts and I can’t do it anymore it’s either you want me or you don’t.”

“Can we talk about this somewhere else Y/N.” “No Jack I need to know now, are we going to be something or not.” Once you didn’t answer you knew right then and there you had your answer.

“I should’ve known.” You spoke your voice barley above a whisper. “Let’s go Ruben.” You took his hand before pushing past Jack and out of the club.

“I mean at least she followed my rules.” Ace joked. “Now isn’t the time Ace.” Sunni told him.

Jack looked at the spot you were once in, he fucked up and fucked up bad. He loved you he did but he was afraid of commitment. Everything he loved always ended up leaving him in the end and he didn’t want that to be the case for the two of you.

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theemporium · 5 months

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Could I request 🧸 with hockey!steve teaching his kid in the future how to skate? Or 🐈‍⬛ with hockey!steve and rival captain!reader dressing up for their first Halloween party as a couple? - 🏒

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

“Right, buddy, do we remember what I said?”

“Stick with Daddy.”

“And?”

“Mummy is always right.”

“And?”

“It’s okay to fall.”

Steve’s face broke out into a massive grin and it was hard to look away from it. He had been waiting for this moment for far longer than he probably cared to admit to you. It was clear that despite his own parents being lacklustre and negligent, Steve had always wanted a little family of his own. You had seen it in the way he treated Max, or the boys in the junior team he voluntarily coached in the last two years of college.

Steve dreamed of a day he had his own kids, the day he could become the father he always wished he had and always wanted to give Max. Steve dreamed of the day where he could be that figure for someone, and that day had come when you had your son Matty.

It had been one of the most wholesome experiences watching Steve become the father he always dreamed of being. Watching him be there for all the meaningful milestones and being there for the ones that didn’t mean so much to other people, but meant the world to him.

“Remember, not everyone is a perfect skater first time. I fell so many times before I got good,” Steve told his son as he worked on lacing the little personalised skates he had bought specifically for this occasion.

“Did Mummy fall a lot?” Matty asked, his big, brown eyes watching the way his father’s fingers moved expertly in awe.

Steve’s eyes found yours over his son’s shoulder, a small grin on his face that reminded you of the cocky college hockey star you grew to love. “Don’t be silly, bud. Mummy was perfect at everything the first time.”

You snorted, leaning down with your hands on Matty’s shoulders as you placed a peck to the top of his head. “He’s lying. I fell too. Everyone does. Even Uncle Eddie.”

Matty tilted his head up to look at you. “What if it hurts?”

“Then Daddy will be here to make it better,” Steve told his son without a moment of hesitation as he placed his hands on the young boy’s knees. “We’ll patch it up and go get ice cream. And then, we come back and try again tomorrow. There’s no shame in failing before you get good.”

Matty glanced out at the ice rink. “I wanna be able to skate fast like you, Daddy.”

“And you will,” Steve grinned before he stood up, offering his hand to his son. “And maybe one day we will both be faster than Mummy.”

“Fat chance,” you snorted under your breath.

Matty spent the first thirty minutes on the ice just clutching onto Steve in any way he could, whether it was onto his hand or gripping the fabric of his jeans. He needed to be holding onto his father in some way, shape or form.

But it made your stomach erupt with emotions you couldn’t explain as you watched how patient and sweet Steve was. As you watched them skate up and down the rink, laughing and smiling and calling out to you. It made your heart feel full as you watched him introduce something the two of you loved so deeply to your son too.

“Look at you go, Matty!” You grinned as he slowly began to skate towards Steve with no help at all. “You’re going so fast, buddy!”

“I’m doing it!”

“Hell yeah, you are!” Steve cheered him on, pulling him into a crushing hug the second he was close enough and prepping kisses all over his son’s giggling face. “I’m so proud of you, bud.”

And you were so goddamn proud of him too.

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specialagentlokitty · 5 months

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Carol Danvers x reader - a lifetime

Part two:

Carol led you back to her ship, and you stood awkwardly in the middle of it.

“I refuse to work with anyone but you, so where you go I go.” You said.

“That’s fair enough, I’ve got some spare clothes if you want to change out of that jumpsuit?”

“Oh… uh.. yes I suppose so.”

Carol beamed at you a little.

“Perfect, come on.”

She led you through the ship and she showed you were all she kept all her spare clothes and she began showing you some of them.

“No, I don’t think these will be enough to hide me.”

“Hide you?”

“Do you have anything long sleeved maybe?”

“Uh…”

She threw a pair of jeans at you, and then she pulled out an old looking sweatshirt, showing it to you before she threw it.

“I’ll give you a second.”

She turned around and you quickly changed into the jeans and the sweatshirt, neatly folding up the jumpsuit and setting it on the desk.

“Thank you.”

Carol turned back around, and she looked at you, nodding her head in approval.

“We’ll sort you out some stuff later, but right now we need to go over what you know and what I know, and piece together everything.”

You followed behind her again, and she took you to the front of the ship, handing you a tablet.

“That’s what I got on my last outing. I can never seem to catch up to the dude.”

You sat down in a chair, playing the video so you could watch it.

It was of a dying star, and you watching it carefully.

“It’s smaller than any dying star I’ve seen.” Carol said.

“Because it is, that’s not a dying star, that’s the remnants of one.”

You sent the tablet down and turned to look at her.

“There’s a handful of people that can do what I do, we were raised to be soldiers, many died in battle.”

“How many of you are left?”

“Aside from myself, there is one another, mostly likely working with those who created our little group. A handful of children on my home planet are born with a gift to connect the stars, we are made to be protecters of the universe, but we were created to destroy it. Everybody has their own unique power.”

“So you know who this is?”

You shook your head.

“No, we may have our own unique powers but we gather our power the same way. I won’t know until I see one of these dying stars in person.”

“Why not?”

You sighed.

“When we take the life force of a dying star, we also leave a little bit of our own powers behind, each one has a different color combination.”

“So, what’s yours? Just so I know it’s you.”

You hummed a little, holding out your palm.

A light burned softly, a mixture of blue and purple, just swirling around the orange ball of light and it faded, leaving little trails of blue and purple that disappeared after.

“Blue and purple.”

“Nice, so at least I know I’ll be able to recognise you if you ever got lost.”

You rolled your eyes a little bit.

“Don’t worry, I don’t plan on leaving if that’s what you’re worried about Danvers, like I said, I have I’m I interest in that. I just want to get this over and done with so I can finish what should’ve been finished years ago.”

Carol walked over to her chair and sat down, picking up the tablet you left behind.

She began to look through it, kicking her feet up on the console.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Yes.”

She glanced at you.

“Why are you so determined to die?”

You looked at you hands, clenching your jaw a little.

“I am ashamed of things I have done Danvers, things I never should have done. I have lived with that guilt long enough. I believe it’s time that I face the proper punishment for those crimes.”

“You can change, it seems like you have changed. You don’t seem like a hardened criminal to me.”

You looked at her.

“People can be deceiving.”

“Maybe.”

Carol set the tablet down.

“But that doesn’t mean you deserve to die for the things you did in the past.”

“You wouldn’t say that if you knew the things I had done.”

“We’re all stained by the memories of things we’ve done in the past, I’m no different. I’ve done things I’m not proud of, but I made them right, and you can too.”

“That’s what i am doing, but it changes nothing. This will still end the same way regardless.”

Carol frowned a bit more.

“So there’s no changing your mind?” She asked.

“No, there isn’t.”

She slowly nodded her head.

“So, let’s not think about that then, how about we just go figure out whatever the hell this is and figure out how to stop it.”

You nodded, gesturing to the console.

“Lead the way.”

“Buckle up, it’s a bumpy ride.”

You did the seatbelts on your chair, and she pressed some buttons.

You weren’t too interested in whatever it was she was doing, so, instead you just sat there staring out the window, watching the sky grow closer and closer.

“What was your planet like?” She asked.

“What does it matter?”

“Curious, somebody has to carry on its memory, right? The memory of your friends, family.”

You went quiet, and she glanced at you before looking away.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked.”

“It’s okay. I suppose you would be curious.”

You held up your hand, creating a small planet, showing green land, and blue waters.

“In a way, our home was similar to yours. We had mountains and oceans, cities and deserts.”

You reached out, passing the little planet to her and she took it, spinning it around in her hand.

“We had everything we could ever need, three suns, two moons, animals that could fly that we would tame and keep as pets. We had it all…”

The planet in Carol’s had slowly vanished, leaving a small string of purple and blue.

“I never had any friends, I grew up in a home far away from anybody else, my parents were trying to hide my from the council in the hopes I wouldn’t be taken away.”

“Why?”

“They knew what the council wanted from me, they knew of my power and what it could do in the wrong side. The council killed my parents and took me, trained me to be a soldier, the commander of my team.”

She unbuckled her seat belt and you did the same thing to yours, standing up the stretch.

“We were trained that anybody, and I mean anybody who dared to get in the way of my planets growing empire would face the consequences of it, similar to what the Kree were doing. When I learned of this I confronted the council.”

Carol turned to look at you.

“I killed my own people, my own team, then I destroyed my planet to stop the war that they had created.”

Carol slowly set down the tablet she has just picked up, eyes full of sadness.

“I’m so sorry…”

“I lost everything, after that, I crash landed on Earth, I agreed to help Fury with his avengers initiative, and then the accords happened. I helped Fury design that prison block, under the command I was never to be released no matter what happened, not unless something like this happened. After so many years, upon my request, he was to have me executed.”

“Then why are you helping me? If you knew you were going to be executed?”

“Because I know despite how strong you may be, this is still my fight. I must finish this myself, not you.”

You coughed a little, holding your hand up to her, gesturing to your bag.

Carol grabbed it, walking over she handed it to you, and you reached inside, grabbing a small small box, opening the lid, you took out the small dim star, holding it in your hand.

You sat down for a moment before you put the star back in its box, and you set it aside.

“Why isn’t it as bright?”

You looked at Carol.

“It’s a dying star.”

“You took some of its life force.”

You slowly nodded.

She narrowed her eyes at you.

“We don’t have time for this Danvers, can you find the next star to vanish?”

Carol shook her head, walking over to a console and you got up, following her to look at everything she had gathered.

“No, but I can find one that vanishes unnaturally. The problem is thousands of suns and stars implode all the time, sometimes I get a mixed signal.”

“Uh.. try this, grab those wires.”

You grabbed a few things and began to connect them.

“Connect this to you console frame, be warned it’ll cause a small energy surge, it’ll create a blackout bit it should only last a few seconds. If it lasts any longer I can jumpstart your ship again with your help.”

“Right.”

Carol plugged everything in, and she nodded at you.

Grabbing the other end, you took a deep breath, forcing power through your hand and into the wires.

Her console went haywire, and everything went black.

“I thought you said it would turn back on..” she mumbled.

“Wait…”

You waited a second, and slowly the lights flickered back on with everything else.

Unplugging the wires, you gestured to the console.

Walking over, Carol had a look at everything.

“I have a whole new set of readings, what did you do?”

“When we take the life force of a star, we don’t just take it, it lives inside of us. Kind of like a storage unit, so, instead of looking for a sun or star that’s imploded, you’ll what to be looking for a surge of power exactly like mine.”

Carol looked at you, seeing a bit of blood under your nose.

Grabbing a cloth, she handed it over, gesturing to your nose and you covered it.

“Thanks. It’s been a while since I’ve used my powers, it may take time to get to the strength I need to be at.”

“Then we’ll have to work together, as a team. Right?”

You looked at her as she grinned from ear to ear.

“Not everybody would be so pleased to work with a criminal.”

“I think you’re pretty cool.”

You cracked a small smile, and she held out her hand.

“A team?”

You reached out, clasping your hand with hers.

“A team.”

Carol grinned, and you smiled, letting go of her hand and turned your attention to the console.

“This could take a while, to play it safe we can’t harness stars more than once a month. It’s too dangerous, especially with bigger stars. Which also gives us time to sort out a game plan.”

“Right, and for you to get back into fighting shape, so, know any hand to hand combat?”

You shook your head.

“Perfect, let’s learn.”

She put her fists up and you copied her.

You had no time to waste, and who knows how fast to learn, so you needed to pick up everything as fast as you possible could.

You just prayed your body would hold out until then, because at this rate, you wouldn’t last much longer than a year at most, and you had to make sure Carol never found out about it

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eemcintyre · 11 months

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All or Nothing at All (Tom Cruise)

TW- allusions to sex? Other than that, it's fluffy sweetness, a bit of angst, and then sweetness again.

Summary- Attending a friend's wedding compels Tom to ask you an important ~question~, and it invites a conversation about the direction of your relationship and your anxieties about it. Could be read as a prequel to "Something to Talk About" if desired??

I said I would do it, and I have finally delivered- I just had to muscle past the mire of depression and procrastination lol. I don't feel like this is my best, but hey maybe I'm wrong and hopefully y'all still enjoy it :)

It was long after sunset when the wooden front door of Tom’s Colorado home creaked open and he and Y/N stumbled over the threshold. Having just completed the short flight home from a friend’s wedding, they laughed and reminisced over the evening’s antics- the ceremony, the food, and the wedding party members who’d been caught hooking up.

“….But who do you think had the better speech?” Y/N hung her coat on the rack next to the door, placing her shoes, which she had removed long ago, on the floor underneath.

“Oh, definitely the best man,” Tom replied, tossing his house key onto the kitchen island, yawning and running his fingers through his hair, unkempt after the day of activity. “When he started dancing to his own rendition of ‘You’re My Best Friend’, I knew the competition was over.”

“He did make it pretty hard to beat,” Y/N laughed, following Tom into the kitchen. “But I think he was also already a couple of tequilas in.”

He slipped an arm around her shoulders, drawing her side against his chest. “I don’t know, you didn’t need any tequila to break it down pretty damn hard to the Spice Girls,” he smirked, quirking his eyebrows.

“And you loved every second of it,” she retorted, giving him a playful push as she stepped away to undo her upswept hair, which was half-falling down anyway. “But while we’re on the topic of the music- what kind of self-respecting wedding DJ doesn’t play ‘The Way You Look Tonight’?”

“Y’know, you’re right. I kept waiting for it and it never happened,” he marveled, disappearing into the living room as he shook his head.

“Tom?”

The notes of Frank Sinatra’s aforementioned tune began to lilt through the kitchen entryway, and Y/N wandered in that direction, leaning against the wooden support, smiling. Tom, who had been standing next to the stereo with an expectant grin when she arrived, approached her with an outstretched hand. They began to dance leisurely across the living room, the expanse of windows around them providing a backdrop of stars and silhouetted birch trees.

“I guess we’ll just have to get married so we can set things right. Play Sinatra’s whole discography,” Tom chuckled, holding Y/N’s hand against his chest.

“And then end the night with ‘Baby Got Back’,” she joked in return.

“Oh, absolutely.”

She joined Tom in the laughter until it seemed to go on for a bit too long, and she was struck with the notion he might not be entirely joking. The music seemed to recede into the background as the conversation continued.

“Y’know, this has all gotten me thinking… why don’t we get married?” He gazed at her intently as his voice took on an unmistakably sincere tone.

“What? Are you crazy?” she cackled, an intense blush climbing her face. He launched her into a spin as the music crescendoed.

“I love you. Why is that crazy?” he replied, once they returned to face each other.

“No, I mean, it’s not crazy.” With one hand she gripped his shoulder, and with the other, she stroked the side of his face. “Tom, I adore you and I’m really happy…”

“Then, what-”

“But you like everything to be new and exciting. You’ll eventually get bored of me.” Her laugh and an attempt at a forced smile faded, and she stared at the rug beneath their feet.

“Are you kidding?” Tom was incredulous as he gently gripped her chin, tilting her face upward again. “Or do you think maybe I need someone stable in my life that I can count on, who doesn’t spew all the fake bullshit that I have to deal with from everyone else?” Their dancing was now confined to only a small patch of the floor, where they were not so much dancing as just rocking back and forth. “Otherwise, the exciting stuff isn’t enjoyable. It just becomes constant chaos. And having all of this,” he gestured generally at the house, “It doesn’t mean anything to me anymore if I can’t share it with you. It’s just some lonely guy’s big, empty house.”

He finally paused as Y/N stared thoughtfully at him and he stared back, unsuccessful in determining whether her expression was affirmative or negative. As she appeared at a loss for words, he felt the continued need to fill the space.

“Sweetheart, you know I’m an all-or-nothing kinda guy…”

Finally, she managed to speak again. “You know I am too, and that’s what scares me. If I commit to you like that, I need it to be forever. I need to know that, when things get difficult, we’ll work through it and you won’t just leave like you’ve done before.”

As she referenced Tom’s past relationships, it stung, but he knew she was right. They had stopped dancing entirely by this point and simply stood in the middle of the living room with the stereo playing.

“I need to know that you’d always be in it one hundred percent, and not just when it’s easy and new and interesting and I don’t have any wrinkles.” She smiled ruefully, clutching his hands. “We’ve got such a good thing going. I don’t want to mess it up.”

“Darlin’, if you really love me like I love you- and I think you do- please don’t talk yourself out of this just because I know you don’t like change.” He cupped her cheeks in his hands. “I get that you’re worried, and honestly, I’d be a little concerned if you weren’t.” He shrugged, grimacing. “I’ve screwed up a lot, and I haven’t always been the best at decision-making. I know that. But there’s one choice I’ve never regretted, and that’s you.”

He paused, his grave expression softening, as his grin returned. “Think about what an adventure it would be! It’ll be great- we’ll watch movies and fall asleep on the couch, and we’ll cook pancakes together in our underwear and just, like, make love constantly. All over the world.” Y/N giggled as Tom rambled, and he could see her eyes gleaming in the dim light. “We’ll get wrinkled together and be one of those cute, wrinkly old couples. And we’ll work through anything bad that comes our way. You’re one of the toughest ladies I know, and I’m tired of running away from fights. That’s not who I wanna be. You’re the only one who calls me out on my own fake bullshit.”

“You’re pretty good at that yourself,” Y/N murmured with a guilty look, and Tom’s eyes crinkled knowingly.

“I know you’ve taken a lot of chances on me, but I haven’t let you down yet, have I?” Finally, one of her hands still in his, he got down on one knee. “So, please just take one more and, I promise, the trend will continue.”

Y/N beamed down at him, and he realized that the gleam in her eyes was from tears, a few of which had rolled down her cheeks. “Cruise, you state a compelling case.”

“Is that a yes?” he inquired, eyes widening.

“It’s a yes,” she nodded vigorously between kisses as he sprang back to his feet and pressed his lips to hers.

They threw their arms around each other and he swept her off her feet, spinning her around to the music that still played.

“And now, you know you’re stuck with me,” she chuckled, sniffing as he wiped the tears from her face.

“God, I hope so.”

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thejediscrolls · 7 months

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You Drew Stars

Hunter x Jedi reader

Mess around and find out.

Angst

Pt 10 to You Drew Stars

“We’re almost there.” Tech’s voice rang out through the otherwise silent cockpit as he exited hyperspace.

Hunter glanced up from sharpening his knife and took in the view of the large planet. The world seemed flush with life as mountains rose and trees filled the land. You wouldn’t think that this world would have a secret lab conducting unlawful experiments with kidnapped clone troopers… Clearly the perfect choice for the empire to set up such a dangerous operation.

“We will have approximately three minutes when I land to get inside without being detected by security.” Tech stated once again.

“Got it.” Hunter put the storm trooper helmet on that Rex obtained for them.

He already didn’t like the way the suit fit him or how it was a lot less mobile then the uniform he used to wear when he was fighting for the republic… How times have changed.

“Wrecker, make sure you get the ship somewhere inconspicuous and wait for our signal… And it all else fails… Do what you do best.” Tech stated.

He then motioned for Wrecker to take the controls as soon as he landed the ship near one of the secret entrances to the mountain.

“Let’s go.” Hunter stated.

Echo and Tech followed behind him, each wearing an identical storm trooper outfit to Hunter’s. They remained quiet and vigilant as they entered the mountain and made their way up one of the ventilation shafts.

When Echo peaked his head out and saw that the coast was clear, they exited the vent and began pretending as if they belonged there.

The three stayed clear of any suspicious personnel that could blow their cover as they made their way to the level that they were keeping clone troopers.

“Up ahead and to the right.” Tech voice spoke through their personal comms.

They entered the room and was met by rows of multiple clone troopers being held against their will.

“He should be in one of these cells.” Echo said as they began their search.

Each cell was met by another familiar face, but none with the signature crosshair tattoo and permanent scowl.

…

“Can I come with you? Please? I can’t just sit here waiting a moment longer. I’ll go crazy.” Omega pleaded with Phee as she was boarding her ship.

“I know, but your brothers insisted that you stay here and I didn’t expect an urgent call from Sid. It should only take half a day tops and I’ll be back for dinner alright?” Phee tried to say.

“See! You said it yourself. Only half a day tops which means I should be able to go with you!” Omega begged and the look in her big eyes that quickly made Phee fold.

With a sigh, Phee motioned for the young girl to follow her, “Alright, but you have to listen to everything I say. Promise?”

Omega nodded eagerly as she strapped herself in the copilots seat, “Promise.”

“And I expect to get one of those smoothies that you and Wrecker have been making.” Phee said with a small grin.

Omega crossed her heart, “As soon as we get back I promise to make you one.”

…

“Do you think he might be on another level? Did we miss something?” Hunter asked as he looked into another cell.

Each cell they past left an empty feeling in each of their hearts. One, that their clone brethren were locked up and two, because their brother was nowhere to be found. The image of what has become of their brothers in arms have left a permanent scar in their minds.

Tech shook his head, “Negative. All clones have been stationed here in this cell block.”

“But he’s not just any type of clone.” Hunter shook his head, “They could have transferred him somewhere else.”

“I highly doubt that. He has to be here. There is no other place where he could be.” Tech urged as they moved forward.

“I’m going to check the layout and see if there’s a turn up ahead.” Tech looked at his data pad following behind Echo and Hunter.

“Let’s not give up just yet. We’ll keep searching until we find him.” Echo said with certainty laced in his voice.

…

“What did Sid say that she needs to talk about anyways?” Omega wondered as she swung her legs.

“Don’t know.” Phee shrugged, keeping her eyes on the stars while she flew her ship, “She just said that it was important. Maybe if we’re lucky enough, it’ll be another treasure hunt.”

“Oo!” Omega’s eyes lit up, “We haven’t gone in one of those in a while! That would be fun and I’m sure my mo-” Omega suddenly stopped swinging her feet as her happy expression fell realizing she caught herself forgetting again.

“I lost my mom when I was young too.” Phee mentioned when the silence grew heavy, “She was an amazing women. The best treasure hunter in the entire galaxy and one day… Something went wrong and I never saw her again.” Phee spoke gently, “It’s the memories that you have that counts so don’t be sad. Be proud.”

Omega nodded, “I just… I feel that she’s still here with us somehow.”

“I feel like that about my mom too.” Phee said.

Omega fell back into her seat, leaning her head against the headrest, “She would have liked a treasure hunt.”

Phee smiled softly, “I’m sure she would have.”

…

They were cutting it close as their pace quickened with each turn. They knew that it was only a matter of time before storm troopers will be poking their heads around the corner and figuring out they weren’t actually one of them.

This whole mission was dangerous and yet none of them would turn back. Not if it meant saving their brother.

“There!” Echo quickly pointed towards one of the last few cells.

Hunter let out a breath of relief as the three of them ran up to the cell.

There they found Crosshair, barely moving on the ground with bruises swelling over his skin. It looked like he had been through hell…

What happened to him? Hunter thought as Tech quickly got to work on disarming the cell shield.

“None of the others look as bad as he does.” Echo mentioned what Hunter was just thinking, “They wouldn’t have done this to just any clone… There must have been a reason…”

Hunter and Tech both nodded in agreement.

“Maybe because of Omega?” Hunter questioned.

“That is highly plausible. The cell should be open… Now.” Tech stated and suddenly the shield vanished.

Hunter and Tech quickly made their way to help their brother up as Echo stood guard.

“Crosshair.” Tech gently shook his brothers arm and doing a quick scan to check his vitals.

To that touch, Crosshair reached up and held his brother’s arm in his own death grip.

“Don’t touch her.” Crosshair growled before he fell unconscious again.

“Her?” Tech furrowed his brows underneath the helmet, “Crosshair, who are you talking about?”

“What does he mean by her?” Echo asked as he glanced towards the three in the cell.

“I don’t know, but we have to go. We’ll ask him later.” Hunter shook his head before helping Tech lift their brother in their arms.

“Echo, we need to get to a database. Rex requested we obtain all information about Project Light.” Hunter ordered and as quickly as he was trained to do, Echo tracked down where they needed to be.

“You need… Go…” Crosshair was once again fading in and out of consciousness as he muttered each word, “In… Trouble…”

“We’ll go soon, brother.” Hunter tried to console his brother as they entered a room filled with computer systems, “Just hold on a bit longer.”

Echo quickly inserted himself into the data base and began searching for the proper file that he needed.

Suddenly they were sealed shut inside the room as red lights and a loud alarm started blaring throughout the base.

“I think they suspect we are here.” Tech stated as a matter of fact.

Echo, Tech, and Hunter took off their helmets.

Hunter sighed, “Didn’t notice.”

Hunter looked to Echo with urgency, “Echo where are we at with those files?”

“Almost there.” Echo muttered without looking away from the screen, “You just need to buy me some time.”

…

“Come on. Up out of your seat little copilot.” Phee patted Omega’s shoulder as soon as she landed the ship.

The two were off the ramp and heading towards Sid’s bar without a worry in their mind, save for the boys of course. They both only wished that they would come back safe and sound with Crosshair.

“Oddly quiet tonight.” Phee remarked as she noticed the streets were pretty bare, unlike what she was used to seeing.

“I’m going to head to Sol and grab some cakes for my brothers if that’s okay?” Omega asked.

Phee nodded her head, not seeing the harm in it, “Sure thing. Grab me a snack while your at it too. Something fruity.” Phee smiled as she pulled out some credits and handed them to the girl.

Omega nodded her head and took off, leaving Phee to continue the rest of the way to Sid’s.

“Hey Sid!” Phee called out the the older woman as soon as she stepped into the bar.

It only occurred to her then that the place was empty also and a unwanted feeling began to make its way through her chest, sending pulses to her brain that told her to run.

“I’m sorry, but I need to know where the kid is Phee.” Sid appeared from her office, followed by two storm troopers, a short man in a coat and…

“You…” Phee’s eyes widened at the sight in front of her.

The cloaked woman’s body was covered by a black coat with a hood to conceal her face.

Phee held her breath as she waited for the mysterious form to reveal themselves. Slowly, the figure pulled the hood down with a metal arm to reveal a face that confirmed Phee’s gut feeling.

Phee breathed out in disbelief and happiness, “You’re alive.”

It was the man in the coat that spoke next.

“My name is Dr. Hemlock. Sid here told us all about you and how much you love treasure.” He threw a bag onto a nearby bar table and the remnants inside revealed jewels that she has never even seen before, “I know you are a smart woman and you don’t want to be caught up in this mess so be a dear and tell us where Omega is.”

Phee glanced at the bag intently. She slowly looked at the Jedi who had a glazed look over her eyes as if she wasn’t even present.

“What did you do to her?” Phee glared at the doctor.

“Don’t mind your friend, she wouldn’t even remember you even if you tried to tell her.” Hemlock waved his arm and without a second thought, the General ignited her lightsaber.

“Now. I am pretty sure I have made us a fair trade here.” Hemlock said and this time his voice was far from kind, “Tell me where the girl is.”

…

Hunter could hear footsteps quickly approaching them. He placed the rest of Crosshair’s weight to Tech before he smashed the key code to enter the room.

“That should buy us some time, but not a lot.” Hunter stated, but with a less than confident look as the banging continued outside of the door.

“Hunter…” Echo’s voice was oddly quiet as he stared at the screen in front of him.

“What?” Hunter turned to look in Echo’s direction.

He didn’t like the way that Echo looked up as if he had just seen a ghost.

“What is it?” Hunter repeated, his voice snipped as he waited for Echo to give him an answer.

“It’s.. It’s the general…” Echo took a pause to collect himself, “She’s still alive.”

…

Omega felt herself slow her run as she reached the Sol cafe. The lights had been shattered inside, leaving the cafe as dark as the street outside.

“Omega?” A familiar voice called out to her.

She hasn’t heard it in quite a while, but the waiter poked his head out from behind a booth with wide blue eyes, “What are you doing here?” Indul asked.

Omega rushed to him, wincing as she saw the deep gash that scarred his right leg.

“Are you alright? What happened to you?” She asked as she looked around at the destroyed restaurant.

“I don’t know who they are… There was one one… Black robe, they wore a hood and wielded a lightsaber. They killed Jun.” He pointed shakily to the kitchen.

He looked up panicked and scared, “They came in here looking for you Omega… You need to run. Get away as far from here as you can.” He struggled to talk through the steering pain, but the urgency was president in his voice.

Her hands hovered over his wound, not sure of what to do, “I can find Phee and she can help you.” Omega said as she stood.

“I don’t need any help.” Indul shook his head with a sigh, “But you can’t go out there by yourself.” Indul struggled to stand, “I’ll go with you.”

Omega immediately shook her head and gently sat him back down, “I’ll be fine, you need to stay still.”

“Mary is grabbing some medical supplies for my leg.” Indul assured as he placed his hand on top of hers, “Go… And may the force be with you.”

…

“Tick tok.” Dr. Hemlock spoke in a bored tone as he glanced at his watch.

“I won’t.” Phee shook her head as she took a step back and crossed her arms, “I don’t know how many pirates you’ve come across, but I ain’t one of them.”

Hemlock sighed, “I really hoped that you would have been more easily suaded like your dear friend Sid here, but I suppose it can never be that easy twice, can it?” Hemlock motioned to his new toy, “Kill her and find the girl.”

The Jedi stepped forward, a murderous look in her gaze as she lifted her lightsaber.

Phee raised her hands up, “You don’t have to do this. Please.” She said as she took a few steps back, the jedi matching with a step of her own.

Suddenly the doors to the cantina swung open and two cans of smoke rolled through the doors.

“Hurry!” Omega shouted to Phee who took no time in following the young girl out the door.

The two bolted down the street as they headed straight for their ship.

“How did they find us?” Omega asked.

“Sid sold you out kid!” Phee said as they ran.

“What? No. That can’t be!” Omega yelled shocked.

“We’ll talk about it later, this way!” Phee yelled as they took a right.

They were almost to their ship when suddenly large rubble and stone broke from a building, sealing their path shut. As they turned they could see the glowing purple from a lightsaber.

“Who is that?” Omega asked as she squinted at the cloaked figure.

“It’s…” Before Phee could answer, Omega was falling to the ground in a heavy sleep.

As Phee looked up in shock, she watched her old friend wave her hand and in a second she was out like a light.

…

“What do you mean?” Hunter’s voice was cold.

He could quiet literally hear his heart beat loudly in his eardrums blocking out the banging on the locked door as he stared at the screen that showed the very being he couldn’t live without.

He could see her face, void of any emotion as she stared at whoever had taken the photo. Her scanner showed active on the screen with the word successful project written in the top right corner of her file. His mind was racing with confusion as he tried to piece together what could have happened to her during these last few months…

The pain she must have endured. That thought alone sent a knife through his heart.

“She must have been alive when… They took her.” Echo muttered as he glanced at his brother’s reaction, “She must be who Crosshair was trying to protect…”

“Alive?” Tech echoed the word as Crosshair leaned into his side. He kept a tight grip on his brother to keep him balanced, but that didn’t stop the lump that formed in his throat, “She was alive and I left her.”

Hunter’s fury laced in his bones as he ripped the frame piece from piece. His voice roared through the sealed room as he ripped through everything he could find. Echo, Tech and Crosshair stood against one of the walls as they watched Hunter mentally loose himself. They listened to the sound of the shields disappearing in the next room, letting them know that Hunter had just inadvertently released the clones being held hostage.

“We left her.” Hunter’s voice was barely a whisper.

He headed straight to the sealed door that now opened up to the stormtroopers on the other side. Each swift movement, each yell gave way to a storm trooper falling to the ground until Hunter stood above them remaining victorious and blinded by rage.

His brothers slowed stepped to the entrance of the room, watching their brother with concern.

Hunter stood there, unmoving as each clone warily stepped out of their cells.

“Burn this place to the ground.” Venom laced his voice and fire filled his eyes as the sirens blared and the battle cries of his brethren rang out through the halls.

“We’re bringing her home.” Was Hunter’s final words as he grabbed his blaster and led his brother’s back to the Marauder.

Just hold out for me a little longer mesh’la, I’m coming for you.

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goldenhypen · 2 years

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❣︎ ⎯⎯ camping + confessions .

PAIRING ! yang jungwon x reader ; ft. the rest of enhypen // GENRE ! best friends to lovers, fluff, non-idol!au // WC. ! 0.8k

PROMPT(S) ! 9. ruffling their hair ;; 18. putting a blanket on them // requested by a lovely anon // 2k followers event

A/N. ! this was such a fun and cute one to write. i’ve been meaning to write a fic like this ever since i started this blog ,, so i rlly hope you guys like it ^_^ enjoy !! <3

“hey, you two wanna go grab the blankets from the trunk?” jake asked you and jungwon. “we’ll bring them by the lake and stargaze there. it’s the perfect time.”

it was the last night of your camping trip with seven of your close guy friends, including your best friend since childhood, yang jungwon. and at the sound of stargazing, your heart raced with excitement, and you pulled on your best friend's sleeve, dragging him to get the blankets with you.

after just a few minutes, everyone was ready, and you headed to the lake together with flashlights and blankets in hand.

once you got there and set up, you and jungwon sat together—for some reason quite far from where the rest of the group was sitting—but you didn’t mind.

“here.”

“thanks,” you said with a small smile as jungwon gave you a blanket, laying it over top your legs.

he grinned and extended his hand out to ruffle your hair playfully.

“won!” you squealed. “you’re messing up my hair!”

“don’t worry about it; no one can see it in this light anyways,” he teased, followed by a laugh, and you gave him a lighthearted glare, even though he likely couldn’t make it out through the darkness.

with nothing lighting up the area for miles, you looked up at the dark sky and smiled when you saw it filled with bright stars.

“it’s so beautiful,” you breathed out.

jungwon followed your eyes and smiled. he couldn’t help but look back down to face you, for nothing so breathtaking to him could compete with your beauty.

you two had been best friends all your lives, but as you both grew up, it didn’t take long for him to begin developing feelings for you, being around you so much almost every day of the week.

jungwon stared at you from the side and smiled as he saw all the stars that reflected in your cute doe eyes.

“beautiful indeed,” he said softly.

you looked at him, noticing his voice seemed to be projecting toward you.

“won, you’re not even looking,” you chuckled.

“why look at the stars when the one who shines the brightest is sitting right in front of me?”

“what?” you let out, slightly confused.

“y/n, i’ve been wanting to tell you this for a really long time, and it’s taken a lot of time to build the courage to say it to you, but since we’re best friends and tell each other everything, i think it’s about time i tell you–” he paused for many seconds before breathing out, “–i like you–and it’s totally understandable if you don’t feel the same. but i thought you should know, since we are best friends.”

a wave of shock ran through your body, and your heart began to pound powerfully within your chest. though you could barely see his face because it was so dark out, you could read the expression on his face, and you could see now that the love he had for you was no longer just platonic.

jungwon had taken a very big leap of faith and you could only imagine how much strength and courage it took to do so.

…and so you decided to do the same.

quickly, you placed one hand on the side of jungwon’s face, cupping his cheek, while the other rested on his shoulder before placing your lips on his in a kiss you were only ever able to find in your imagination.

you pulled away and sat back where you were previously, leaving you both in a daze.

jungwon’s lips were left parted as you both stared at the water, its reflection projecting the stars.

“how long have you liked me?” jungwon asked, still dazed by everything that just happened.

“too many years,” you laughed.

“me too,” he smiled, to which you did the same.

and with that, it felt as though a gravity pulled both of your bodies closer together as you found yourselves leaning in once more until your lips met one another in the middle, moving in sync with every kiss, making the most of this time to catch up on all the missed kisses you two could’ve had all this time.

“—hyung!”

at the sound of your friend, riki’s, voice, you both quickly pulled away, trying to make out his dark figure who was staring at the both of you.

you could tell by the shock in his voice that he had likely witnessed what just happened between you two. you were most definitely not looking forward to all of the teasing you would receive in the following moments, but if you and jungwon confessed to each other, your relationship would have to become official at some point or another.

and little did you two know, the other guys saw it coming all along and were going to be ecstatic by the news they were about to receive from a little messenger bird by the name of riki.

A/N. interactions and feedback are always very appreciated :) hope you liked this one <3

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mirisss · 8 months

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Pick-up lines & Library kisses

Pairing: Jock! Sunwoo x afab! nerd! Reader

Wordcount ≈ 2.1k

Warnings: very cliche, overuse of the word ‘cute’, Sunwoo sorta kissing reader with consent, flirting, I think that’s it.

Summary: Kim Sunwoo is a campus flirt, well known for his attractiveness, his skills as a soccer player, his extroversion, and mostly for his flirtatious ways. The man can flirt with a wall and make it blush. Though the only one he wants to flirt with is Lee (Y/n), the cute girl who spends most of her time in the library reading books, and, unfortunately, doesn’t pay him any attention.

Note: (Y/n) is Juyeon’s younger sister. All the boys are the same age, (Y/n) is a year younger. Though you can imagine her looking any way you want, if it helps imagine them being like step-siblings or something.

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Sunwoo’s POV

“Great practice today boys! Keep up this energy for tomorrow and we’ll win the match!” As the coach yelled out his points for tomorrow I looked toward the bleachers, looking for a certain someone who would probably be nose-deep in a book of some kind. “Looking for your girlfriend?” Changmin jokingly said as he came up to me. I tutted, “She’s not my girlfriend, idiot,” “I heard Juyeon say that (Y/n) was gonna be in the library with Chanhee,” Eric said as he came over to the two. “Yah, don’t be so loud, it’s bad enough that pretty much all of the team knows of my crush, if Juyeon finds out, he’ll kill me,” “Dude, he already knows, I mean it’s so obvious that you’re head over heels for (Y/n),” I pushed Changmin and Eric a little as they taunted me. “SHUT UP! You idiots,” “(Y/n)!” I almost jumped a meter in the air as Juyeon called out his sister’s name. She was jogging over to him, she was facing down to the ground as she was embarrassed, she’s quite shy, how, I don’t know. “Juuu, don’t be so loud,” “Sorry sis, did you find the book you were looking for?” “No, the system said they should have it but I can’t find it anywhere, Chanhee and I looked through the entire fantasy section but couldn’t find it,” (Y/n) was pouting as she looked up at her brother, (Y/n) loved reading and she would often sit on the bleachers reading during soccer practice to wait for her brother, I loved when she did that because it gave me more time during the day to admire her beauty and also to do this: “If you wanna live out a fantasy, I’m right here,” (Y/n) looked at me as I began talking and she blushed and looked away as I ended my line with a wink. “Watch your mouth, number 19. Wouldn’t wanna be number benched tomorrow, right?” Juyeon gave me a friendly glare while threatening me. Though I knew he would never bench me as I’m the star player, I still raised my hands in the air as we all laughed. Throughout the years of knowing Juyeon and (Y/n), I’ve always felt something special for (Y/n). (Y/n) though, has probably never taken me seriously, whenever I tried to flirt with her or do anything to get closer she would always just look away and tell me to “be serious” before she would return to her books. “Can we go home now? I have to try to find my book somewhere else,” “Yeah, come on, I just have to get my bag. Wanna start walking to the car?” “Mm, see ya there,” “I’ll walk with you,” I quickly offered before she walked off. “See ya tomorrow, Sunwooooo,” Eric said in a high-pitched voice as he blinked his eyes at me, I’m so getting him back someday.

(Y/n) and I walked in silence for a while, (Y/n) looked literally anywhere that wasn’t me. “So, what book were you looking for today?” “Um, it’s this one book, it’s quite new, so it’s popular, but the status in the library finally said it was available, however, someone must have taken it without logging in and checking it out, because Chanhee and I searched through the entire section without finding it and the librarian didn’t know where it was either,” (Y/n) began talking about the book, telling me pretty much every piece of information she knew on the book except for the name of it. She was so excited and cute. Too soon we had reached her brother’s car and this also marked the end of our conversation, if you can even call it that. “Why don’t you try looking for the book again tomorrow? I can help you during lunch and even after classes too, I have some time before the match,” “You don’t have to help me, thanks though. But I’ll just ask Ju and maybe Jacob to help me,” “Come on, Juyeon will be busy preparing for the match as the captain since Sangyeon is sick, and Cobbie is supposed to help Haknyeon with some project, so just let me help you, I’m good at finding things,” “Like what?” “Like your cuteness or your adorable smile,” “Be serious, Woo,” “I am serious, let me help you?” “Alright, thanks Sunwoo,” “See you tomorrow, cutie,” I gave her a wink and a little wave before I walked away.

Third person POV

A few minutes later Juyeon came up to the car and we got in and drove home. “I’m sorry I can’t help you search for your book tomorrow, I just have a lot of preparations to make for the game and I’m also working with Kevin to prepare some things for the dance on Saturday, maybe we can go on Monday?” “It’s fine Ju, don’t worry about it. Sunwoo said he would help me tomorrow so hopefully, we can find it. If not, I’ll just have to wait until I find it. Oh, by the way, how’s the dance prep going? Chanhee said that they were a bit behind schedule since Younghoon caught a cold,” “Well, yeah it’s a bit behind schedule with prepping the dance hall so Sangyeon, Hyunjae, Eric, and I are gonna help them after the game tomorrow so I can’t drive you home cause we’re gonna stay until everything is fixed,” “I can help out too, the dance committee really need to get some more members, there’s so few of them,” “No, you should go home tomorrow, or you won’t have any energy for the dance. And, yeah, you’re right, the dance committee is so short-staffed, everyone loves their events but no one wants to help them,” “Mm, I’ll text Yeji and ask if she can give me a ride, it’s on the way for her anyway,” “I don’t think she can, Yeji and the other cheerleaders are doing prep of their own for the dance,” “Oh, then I guess I’ll just take the bus,” “I could ask Sunwoo to take you home, he’s not helping out with the dance prep cause I’m scared he’ll start bickering with Chanhee and ruin something,” (Y/n) looked at her brother a bit quizzically, (Y/n) was pretty confident that Sunwoo had a crush on her and if she knew, that meant Juyeon definitely knew. (Y/n) was surprised that Juyeon would still allow Sunwoo to be close to her, last time someone had a crush on her, Juyeon literally chased the guy away, with the help of his teammates. “I wouldn’t want to bother, Sunwoo, I can just get home on my own,” “He’ll gladly do it, besides I don’t want you to go home on your own that late. Here, take my phone and text him,” “Okay,” (Y/n) took Juyeon’s phone and opened it to text Sunwoo. *Hey, can you drive (Y/n) home tomorrow after the game?* *Yeah, absolutely, no problem, see ya tomorrow, cap* “He said he’ll take me home tomorrow,” “Great,” Not long after, the two siblings arrived home, ate dinner, and then headed to bed.

Sunwoo’s POV

I swear that time was moving slower than ever this morning. My classes seemed to take forever, maybe I was just too eager to meet up with (Y/n), I don’t know but I’m certain that the clock in that lecture hall was only moving every fifth minute instead of each second. Not a second too late the lunch bell rang and I ran out of the room to begin sprinting toward the library, where I was gonna meet (Y/n). “(Y/n)! Cute shirt,” As soon as I reached her I noticed her wearing a very familiar t-shirt, it just so happened that Juyeon accidentally brought one of my t-shirts with him home one day and (Y/n) probably thought the shirt belonged to Juyeon, but nope, it’s mine. “Hi Sunwoo, thanks, it’s Juyeon’s shirt, it was cool so I took it, he didn’t seem to notice though,” I couldn’t help but smile even wider at how cute she was as she looked down at the print on the t-shirt. “You sure it’s Juyeon’s?” “I mean I took it from his wardrobe so I’m pretty sure,” “Have you ever seen him wearing it?” We walked into the library and began scanning the fantasy section for her book without her answering my question, she looked really focused so I thought she might have forgotten about the question. “Now that you mention it, no. I’ve never seen him wear it but I think I remember seeing someone else wearing it,” “Really? Who?” She looked toward me with a somewhat embarrassed look, “You,” I tried to quiet down my laugh as I nodded resulting in her blushing like crazy. “That’s right, it’s my shirt. However, I think it might be yours now, 'cause you look so cute in it,” I walked closer to her while she covered her face with her hands. “(Y/n)?” “Yeah?” “Look at me,” “No,” “I found your book,” She removed her hands from her face and looked up at me happily, “REAL-mm?!” I swooped down and gave her a peck on her lips, “Shh, we’re in a library,” (Y/n) froze, she just stood there staring at me while one of her hands lightly covered her lips. “Why?” “Why what?” “Why did you kiss me Sunwoo?” “Because I like you,” “Seriously?” “Yes, (Y/n) I’ve liked you for a long time and I haven’t been subtle about it, I’m surprised you didn’t know already. So, do you like me back?” “Mmm, I will if you can find my book for me,” “That’s easy then, considering that I did find it,” I reached over her head and took down a book, the one she had been looking for, and handed it to her. “But, I searched for hours yesterday, how could you just find it in 30 minutes??” “I had my good luck charm with me, everything is easy when I have you with me, but, since I found it, that means you like me?” She turned her back to me as she clutched the book to her chest. “Yeah, I like you,” She tried to walk away from me but I followed after her, probably smiling like a dork because I was so happy. As we stepped out of the library (Y/n) finally stopped to look back at me for a second and then she began walking again. “Wait, (Y/n), I have two very important questions to ask you,” She stopped and turned to face me once more, her face was as red as a tomato from how much she was blushing. She’s so cute. “Alright, what’s the questions?” “This isn’t one of them but do you not want to spend time with me? You seem to want to run away?” “I’m embarrassed and don’t know what to do right now, I need to find Chanhee to get advice,” “You don’t have to be embarrassed, I like you and you like me, no need to feel embarrassed. Anyway, my first question: (Y/n), would you do me the honor of going to the dance with me?” “Yes, I’d like that,” “Great, secondly: be my girlfriend?” She took a step closer to me and leaned a little closer, kissed me on the cheek, whispered ‘yes’ and then she ran away before I could react. “See ya after school, good luck on the match, bye,” She shouted as she ran. “YESSSSSS!” I shouted and did a little dance before I walked toward my next class. Lee (Y/n) is officially my girlfriend and I couldn’t be happier, let’s just hope Juyeon doesn’t kill me for dating his sister.

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sparklypinkflightsuit · 2 months

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Star Crossed: Chapter One

Pairing: Detective David Loki x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Cheating, Intimacy Issues, Slow Burn, Reader is in an Established Relationship (for now), Sexual Themes, Eventual Smut. Investigative Inaccuracies. I think that’s it?

Summary: Your fiancé goes missing, and the handsome Detective Loki is put on the case. Was this meant to be, and will you ever find your fiancé?

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David Loki was not one for personal relationships. No, he had a hard time letting people in, and an even harder time with people even getting past his stony facade.

David didn’t mind, he actually preferred it. No one to worry about. No one to worry about him. No reason to rush home in the evening, giving him complete freedom to dedicate every waking moment to his work.

That was until the day he met you. Neither of you realised that was the day that changed everything for you both, when your eyes locked on your front lawn, as you stood, distraught, giving as much information as you could to the two officers who had arrived on scene first.

“He, uhm… he always leaves the house at 7:30 in the morning, and depending on traffic is usually home by 5:30pm.” You nodded, trying to recall your fiancés regular work schedule.

“Okay,” the tall cop taking down the information on his notepad nodded, “and you say you don’t have any issues, just a regular happy household?” He queried.

You nodded, “Yeah we’re happy. We have our routine and sometimes we have to go through the motions like any other couple, but we don’t typically fight, if that’s what you mean.” You confirm.

You loved your fiancé, but you had been together nearly 10 years, and the romance had begun to fizzle out. You were best friends and you still had other aspects of life that you enjoyed together, it just wasn’t in the bedroom anymore.

“Thank you ma’am. I think we have what we need for now. We’ll be back in touch.” The cop confirmed. He turned around and spotted Loki doing his rounds, looking out for any suspicious details.

“Ah, detective! I’ve finished speaking to Miss (Y/L/N), got the basics, registration plate, pictures of the missing person, yada yada. I don’t know if you want to speak to her about anything else.” He said, walking with his partner back to his car.

Loki nodded, and he walked up to where you stood with your arms crossed, biting at your fingers anxiously.

You had said goodbye to your fiancé, Carter, that morning in much your usual fashion, giving him a peck on the cheek as he walked out the door. He smiled at you as he turned around while walking down the drive, “Will text you when I get to the office, love you!” He called.

Carter was a good man, he had never done wrong by you, and you had never done wrong by him, and that is why your relationship was still happy despite the intimacy issues. You still had a lot of fun, and went on dates and had adventures from time to time, but every now and then you were reminded of what was missing, as you both craved something that simply was not there anymore.

Carter had not texted you that day, and you’d dropped him the odd message during the day to check if he was ok. You chalked it up to him forgetting and getting busier than usual at work.

But by 6pm, you began to really worry, as he wasn’t home yet. It was not like Carter, ever punctual, to be home late, he loved his routine. He knew dinner was always waiting for him, as you finished work at 4pm each day, so would never make you wait.

You called his phone and it went straight to voicemail. You tried him all night before eventually calling the cops. They told you to wait 24 hours.

Reluctantly you waited and waited all night, and by morning when he still hadn’t walked in the door, you decided to call his place of work. They confirmed that Carter did not show up the morning before.

You called the police to report this and that is when they sent out a few officers and Detective Loki.

“Miss (Y/L/N).” Loki nodded at you, extending his hand to give yours a shake, “I’m Detective Loki, I’ll be handling your case.”

You took his hand and offered him a week smile. “Thank you Detective. Is there anything else I can do? I feel so helpless.” Your hand shook in his, your mind giving you the worst scenarios all night, and you were exhausted.

“I just need to take a look around the house, would that be okay?” He said cautiously, noting how fragile you looked.

You nodded and gestured for him to follow you into the house. You showed him around each room and left him to do what he needed to do, while you sat in the living room, trying Carters number again.

After four more failed attempts you threw your phone across the room with a huff and drew your knees up to your chest in an attempt to control your breathing.

Loki came out of your bedroom upon hearing the noise. He bit the inside of his cheek when he saw how upset you looked. Loki hardly cared for adults, they often caused their own issues and their behaviours didn’t help them, but something was tugging on his heart strings for you.

“Miss (Y/L/N), is there anyone who can come out to be with you during this time? It might help to have some friends or family around-“

You shook your head, cutting him off mid sentence, “No, I’m not from around here and my family live abroad now anyway, I haven’t had a chance to make any friends here just yet. But I’m fine, I just want to focus on finding Carter.” You said sternly.

Loki nodded, his hands on his hips.

“Is there anything else I can help with Detective?” You asked, an awkward tension filling the room.

“Yeah actually, does your fiancé have a computer, or laptop, anything of that sort?” He queried.

“Yeah he has a laptop somewhere, I can try and find it.” You said, pushing yourself off of the couch.

You walked past Loki, taking in his oaky cologne, and started sifting through the drawers and cupboards in the bedroom. You eventually found the laptop stashed up at the top of the cupboard, and handed it to Loki.

“I don’t think he uses it much, but if it’ll help you find him, have at it. I don’t know his password though.” You shrugged.

Loki offered you a gentle smile, and tucked the laptop under his arm. He was about to turn to leave when you stopped him, with pleading eyes.

“Detective… what do I do now?” You asked, looking helpless. Loki felt incredibly uncomfortable in that moment, he was never good at this comforting business.

He shifted uncomfortably on his feet, before eventually making eye contact.

“Just take care of yourself, keep trying his phone, and try not to worry too much. We will find him.” He offered what he thought to be a reassuring smile, but to you it just looked like he was in pain.

You nodded, “Thank you.”

Loki left and drove to the station to get his team on cracking the laptop password. He didn’t know what he’d find but was hoping for any indication of where he could have gone. He would also check any accidents in the area between the house and Carters place of work for the cars registration plate, and would call local hospitals to see if anyone matching his description had been brought in.

Loki worked late into that evening, making calls and searching the internet for anything relevant, and by the time everyone had gone home, he was no closer to finding anything.

He decided to call it a day and would visit Carters place of work tomorrow, to see if any of his colleagues could shed some light.

As Loki drove home, a sudden thought popped into his mind, and he redirected his journey to your home.

Loki got out of the car and made his way up your cute little front yard, littered with pretty wildflowers, and a winding stone path leading to the front door.

He knocked gently, and waited for you to answer.

Eventually you answered the door, eyes red and puffy, clearly from crying all day.

“Detective?” You were surprised to see him at your door, and had felt a little deflated, part of you thinking it may have been Carter coming home. You suddenly had an even worse feeling, wondering if he had come to deliver bad news.

“Miss (Y/L/N), sorry to bother you so late. I just had a few more questions I was hoping to ask. I can come back tomorrow if now isn’t a great time?” He offered, suddenly realising his intrusion as you stood before him in a short, satin pyjama set. Loki diverted his eyes to the ceiling awkwardly.

“No no, come in, please. It’s a welcome distraction to be honest.” You mumbled, grabbing your cardigan and pulling it around you tightly. You ushered him into the kitchen.

“Can I get you a tea or coffee, Detective?” You offered, flicking on the kettle.

“No, thanks.” He smiled kindly, standing in the doorway of the kitchen. He scanned the pretty white and blue room, trying to form a mental picture of what you and Carter were like in your day to day.

“I was just hoping to delve a little deeper into what life is like for you and Mr Benson, on an average day to day. I know it seems redundant but we need to cover all bases, that’s all.” He blinked hard a few times, suddenly feeling like an imposing presence.

You turned to face him, leaning against the counter top. “Okay, let’s see…” you took a deep breath as you thought. “Carter leaves for work before I do every day, he gets up, makes us both coffee, leaves for work. I leave about an hour later. I get home about 4pm each day, and I’ll start dinner so that it’s usually ready by the time he gets home.

He’ll get home, we eat, he loads the dishwasher and we then watch tv for an hour or so. We take turns showering and then we sleep. We’re not all that exciting unfortunately.” You sighed, crossing your arms.

Loki nodded, scribbling down notes on his little notepad.

“And you told my colleague that Mr Benson typically gets home from work at around 5:30pm most days?” He queried.

You nodded, “Almost always, if traffic isn’t awful.”

“And what about weekends, do you do anything special then?”

You shook your head, “Not particularly, I paint in my spare time, I also enjoy gardening. Carter has some friends he often plays golf with. It’s not my scene so we don’t always spend the weekends together, but sometimes we’ll go out for the day, have lunch, see a movie, that sort of thing.” You said with a soft but sad smile.

Loki nodded, making a mental note as he noticed that this particular topic seemed to be a slightly sore topic.

Suddenly Loki’s phone buzzed, as a text from his tech team leader came through.

Rodger:

“Hey, got the laptop password. You might want to come and see this.”

Loki shoved his phone in his pocket and his eyes flicked up to you. “Thank you Miss (Y/L/N), that’s all I wanted to check. I’ll leave you with in peace.” He smiled at you genuinely, and went to head out the door.

“Detective!” You called, stopping him in his tracks. He turned around to face you.

“Could you not call me that? Makes me feel kind of old.” You chuckled, eyes lighting up for the first time since he’d seen you. “Could you call me (Y/N) if it’s not too much trouble?”

Loki smiled, looking down at his feet. He nodded, “Sure, but only if you call me David.”

You smiled at him, sort of pleasantly surprised at how the corner of his eyes crinkled when he smiled.

“Goodnight David.”

“Goodnight (Y/N).”

And with that David left, and made his way to Rodger’s house to see what he had found.

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- Chapter Two Here -

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A Good Day

SLIGHT INUMAKI TOGE X READER. FLUFF. (Taking requests 📲. I’m on my hands and knees waiting for someone to send one 🧎‍♀️)

“Hey (Y/N), what are you doing here?” Nobara asked as she found me on the campus staircase, sitting down. “Waiting for Yuuji, he texted me 2 hours ago that he was on his way back, and to wait for him at the stairs. We’re supposed to celebrate my birthday today, since we’ve both been busy. We haven’t really celebrated it… but today he’s on his wait and now we can finally do something!” I smiled. “Your birthday? It was almost 2 weeks ago though…” Nobara frowned. “I know, but we’ve been super busy. But now today’s the day! He should be here any minute,” I grinned. “Oh well…” Nobara said while dropping down next to me. “I don’t think he’ll be here… any time soon,” she said softly and placed her hand on my shoulder. “Huh?” I asked. “After the mission he and Megumi headed off to an arcade together. They had a stupid argument over that girl Mai’s cursed energy technique about who would have a better aim,” she sighed. “Huh? N-No… he texted me though,” I said softly, in disbelief. “It’s the truth (Y/N), besides I know Itadori told you that I was tagging along the assignment with them right?” she asked. “He… he did,” he said as I dropped my head in between my knees. “Plus, I just got here, wouldn’t that mean he should’ve gotten here too?” she asked. “Yeah…” I mumbled. “S-Sorry (Y/N), I guess I overstepped,” she said. “No it’s fine, thanks Nobara,” I said as I slowly stood up and began walking towards the exit. “Where are you going?” She asked. “To finally celebrate my birthday!” I said as I waved goodbye. “O-Ok…” I heard her say as I ran off.

I headed straight to the train station, “Why wallow in self pity if I can have a good day by myself?” I asked softly and boarded the train. I headed straight to the city to go find a bakery. As soon as I hopped off the train I walked towards Main Street to try the new bakery that opened up, “Ooh that croissant looks delicious,” I drooled. “Salmon,” I heard the family voice behind me mutter. “Toge!” I was surprised when I turned and saw him standing right behind me. “You came to try to check out the new bakery too?” I asked. “Bonito flakes,” he nodded. “Me too! I saw some photos online and the croissant looked delicious and also the strawberry cake. I wanted to come here with Yuu-“ I shook my head. “I wanted to try it, but I really don’t trust myself around a whole cake,” I laughed awkwardly. “Kelp,” he said as he pointed to himself. “Wanna share one?” I asked with stars in my eyes. “Tuna Mayo,” he nodded. “Ok! Let’s get it,” I smiled and headed to the register.

“Hello!” The woman behind the register smiled. “Hi, can I get a chocolate croissa- or make that 2 chocolate croissants. And a strawberry cake,” I said. “Ok anything else?” She asked. “Toge, was there anything else you wanted?” I asked. He shook his head. “Ok, oh and can we get 2 iced lattes,” I smiled. “Alright, that’ll be $30,” she said as she handed me a number. I began taking out my wallet until I noticed Toge handed her the money. “Oh Toge, I got it!” I said as I began pulling the money out of my wallet. He shook his head and lifted his phone showing a calendar with the 14th circled. It had ‘(Y/N)’s birthday’. “O-Oh… but you already got me a gift,” I said, confused. The woman handed the change back to Toge, “Ok, we’ll call your number in about 20 minutes. I nodded as I stepped out of the bakery with Toge. “You know you didn’t have to pay,” I frowned. “Kelp,” he replied. “I’ll pay you back, or treat you to something when we have another day off,” I said. “Salmon, tuna mayo,” he frowned. I sighed, “You’ll just take your money out faster?” I asked. “Bonito flakes,” he nodded. “Then can I at least pay for something? I’d feel bad,” I pleaded. Toge stayed silent, then pointed across the street. I looked over and noticed a street artist doing cute caricature portraits. “You wanna go do one?” I asked. He quickly nodded, “Alright come on! We do have 20 minutes!” I said and grabbed his hand, and ran across the street to the artist.

“Hello,” I smiled. “Hello,” he replied. “How much for a portrait?” I asked. “15 per person,” he said. “Alright we’d like to do one!” I smiled and we both sat on the pair of stools in front of the man. “Alright, this will take about 20 to 25 minutes,” he said. “Perfect,” I smiled. We smiled, or I smiled and Toge stayed still for the next 25 minutes. “Alright, ready for the reveal?” The artist asked. We both nodded. He then swiftly flipped the image and both of us stared at the image, “Wow, we’re so cute!” I said excitedly and grabbed the paper. “Tuna mayo,” Toge said. “Thank you!” I said, and paid the man. We headed back to the bakery and picked up our cake and other items. “Should we go to a nearby park?” I asked. Toge quickly nodded and we headed towards a park that was about 10 minutes away.

“Wow this cake is so yummy,” I smiled as I took another big bite. “Tuna Mayo,” Toge mumbled as he took another bite. “Ah, Toge you have frosting on your face,” I said and leaned over with a napkin to wipe his cheek. I noticed Toge blush and I quickly pulled back, “S-Sorry! I just-!” I was interrupted.

“(Y/N)?” I heard the familiar voice call out, making my blood run cold. I slowly turned and saw Yuuji and Megumi walking towards us. “Hi…” I said softly. “What are you doing here, and with Inumaki?” He asked. I stared at him before answering. I noticed a shopping bag from a clothing store and another one from our favorite manga shop. “You know… just celebrating my birthday!” I forced a smile. I quickly felt the atmosphere turn sour, I watched as Yuuji took a few seconds to process what I said. “Y-Your birthday?” He asked. “That’s right! I was waiting for a certain someone to meet me at school, but they never showed up. So why let that ruin my plans on celebrating my birthday 2 weeks late because of someone…” I glared. He stared back speechless. “Someone idiotic, forgetful, and selfish… cause he forgot to meet someone who I thought was special to him, but obviously not since he decided to forget about me,” I said as I took another bite of cake. Yuuji continued frozen until Megumi awkwardly coughed. “O-Oh… well (Y/N) you gotta understand it was an accident! I- We- I had this dumb argument and then things lead to the other, and-“ he stumbled. “It’s fine, just shows that a girlfriend isn’t anything special. So why have one?” I shrugged. “N-No (Y/N) listen to-“

“I hear you loud and clear Itadori, don’t worry. You don’t want a girlfriend, so you don’t have a girlfriend,” I smiled. “But-“ he was interrupted by Megumi placing a hand on his shoulder. “No dude, she made up her mind. Accept it, this is your fault anyways,” he said. “But she has to hear me out fir-“

“Leave.” I turned as I heard Toge speak. I then turned back and watched as Yuuji and Megumi became entranced and turned around and walked away. I turned back to Toge who was rubbing his neck. “Toge I’m sorry, things got out of hand! I’m really sorry,” I said. “Kelp,” he said dryly. “Let’s go get you some medicine?” I asked. He nodded and we quickly cleaned up and headed to the market for throat medicine.

We were finally heading back to the dorms after the eventful day. “Thanks for hanging out with me, Toge. I was just gonna spend my late birthday by myself since Yuuji forgot about meeting me,” I said softly, as we sat in the train. “Bonito flakes…” he trailed off. “It meant a lot, so thanks!” I forced a smile. “Salmon,” he said and placed his hand on my head and pulled it into his chest. I was surprised by his actions, but the tears that were dwelling up finally let loose. I cried softly into his chest and gripped his shirt. This wasn’t the day I was expecting, but maybe the day I needed.

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