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[inej-ruination-ghafa]

mastermind - d.m

sweet nothing | the great war | masterlist

Warnings: none

Summary: the one where derek morgan realises that you had fallen for him

Wordcount: 1.8k

Derek Morgan was everything that every girl wanted. He was tall, dark, handsome. That was what every woman wanted. Not only that, but he had the best personality. He was so kind, and charming, good with kids, funny. What list didn’t he check? There was so much that you could say about your co-worker of 18 months and yet that in itself would take thousands of words.

It was November and there was a chill in the air, one you had gotten used to in your 18 months working at quantico. You remembered your first day there, locking eyes with the federal agent who was now walking alongside you. He had made you feel so welcome the moment and eased all of your nerves on the first day. It was like the planets and the stars had aligned, bringing you both together.

From that first day, the two of you had clicked instantly and it was like you had known each other for forever. There was nobody else in your life that you had ever bonded with so quickly.

The only issue with him is that he was a bit of a playboy. He had so many women that he would talk to and they would all love him and have sex with him and that was all you had ever wanted from him. Knowing that you would never get to have that side of him made your chest ache.

You looked up at him to see that he was already looking down at you, his deep brown eyes staring at you so intently in a different way than normal; or at least, you had never noticed this gaze before.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You asked.

“Like what?” He quirked an eyebrow up, like he knew exactly how he was looking at you but was not ready to explain it yet.

“Like there’s something on your mind,” you were both profilers, there was no way of avoiding the questions. You could read each other well enough by now.

“You know there’s not usually anything on my mind,” he teased, a slight pull of his lips.

You snorted at his comment, he never failed to make you smile. Derek smiled at the way that you laughed shortly at his comment, the way your head tipped back, the crinkle by your eyes. He would never get bored of the sight.

You shook your head, dropping the subject, “Whatever,”

“Whatever?” He repeated your comment with the same inflection.

You shrugged your shoulder before looking right in front of you, avoiding eye contact. If he wasn’t going to tell you, you weren’t going to bug him, ”You don't have to tell me,”

“I know,”

You hummed in response. There was something going on here that you weren’t sure of. You would figure it out soon enough, you promised yourself, you always did. He couldnt hide anything major from you.

You had been close ever since your first case, where you had sat next to him nervously on the plane, explains your irrational fear of planes. Reid told you that it wasn’t irrational, spewing facts about the amount of Americans afraid of flying. Morgan just promised you that he would sit by your side the whole time. And as the plane came down to land, he held onto your hand as you squeezed your eyes shut.

That was the kind of man Derek was, one who would sit and hold a complete strangers hand just to make sure they were comforted. The touch of his hand had lit a fuse inside of you and you were still reeling from his touch.

So why was he being weird?

as a profiler, your mind started to race a hundred miles a minute as you wondered what you could have done to make him act this way. Maybe you had gone too far with a joke, made him uncomfortable somehow. God, had you flirted with him?

“You cold?” He asked and you looked up at him, his voice breaking you out of your destructive thoughts.

You hadn’t even noticed the way that your arms were wrapping around your body in an attempt to warm up, the cold was bothering you but you would never admit it to him, not after he had annoyed you.

You shook your head, “I’m a big girl,”

He left it there, muttering something under his breath about how you should just accept it before the two of you started walking in silence again along the tree lined street.

It was peaceful with him, it always was. He could never bother you for long, but as you walked along the trees, orange leaves falling off the trees and landing on the ground beneath your boots, there was something off.

As you walked along, you couldn’t help the way your eyes lingered on a couple across the street. They were holding hands and after a few moments, the guy took off his coat and draped it over the girls shoulders. She smiled at him bashfully, cheeks warming up before they kept watching. You tilted your head back to look at them for a moment longer.

You could feel your face warming. That was all you wanted, someone to love you like that, to the point of carelessness for themselves. There was that all consuming loneliness that had been bothering you ever since you realised your fruitless crush on SSA Derek Morgan.

Derek noticed that your eyes had lingered on the couple a little longer than most people’s would and he wondered what was going on with you.

“Take my jacket,” he demanded after a few steps, pulling off the leather jacket that he had been wearing all afternoon. His arms were covered in goosebumps within seconds but he couldn’t care less.

“No thanks,” you shook your head, folding your arms across your chest.

He scoffed, “No thanks?”

“I didnt realise I was walking with a parrot,” you spat back at him, speeding up your walking to get away from him.

He did the same thing in response, jogging slightly to catch up with you. He shook his head, confused as to why you were acting like such a brat today.

“Why can’t you accept my kind gesture?” He questioned.

“I am fine,”

“You want it, I know you do! So what’s your problem?” He reached over, a hand coming down on your shoulder and he felt how cold you were.

You stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and his shoes skidded to a halt to stop alongside you and that is when he saw how angry you were, brows pulled together, “My problem is that if I wear it into that building I am going to get the same spiel that I normally get behind my back!”

the admission made your cheeks heat up. Nobody had ever liked you as a kid and you had schemed and begged to make friends. Everyone was always talking behind your back about you and although you had friends here, you always worried they were still talking about you

“What are you talking about?” He questioned. This was it, he had finally cracked why you were being so pissy towards him.

Your chest heaved at the thought of admitting everything to him and you pondered for a second on the consequences of your actions, on how you would have to go back to the office feeling like shit. And before you could even stop yourself, all the words were spilling out of your mouth, “Everyone in the office can see that I have feelings for you! It is so painfully obvious and I can see them whisper every time we talk and-“

Derek cut you off with the sound of your name and you froze, letting the word wash over you. there was something about the way he said it that calmed you in an instant.

He was looking at you with a face that you had never seen on him before. That’s a lie you had seen it before, it was a face that was reserved for the family members of victims at work. It was pity. The face made you sick.

You furrowed your brows together, anger boiling in your veins again, “No. They think I follow after you like some lovesick puppy, like I am always dragging you around places and they think it’s just me being delusional and I know that so-”

Derek shook his head. The face he was pulling wasn’t one of pity, it was of adoration, that kind of love that poured out of every pore in your body as the person you loved made themselves look stupid.

He took a step towards you, his hands coming to your face and you froze, the crease between your brow deepening as you tried to figure out what was going on but before you could say anything, he was leaning in.

“Shut up pretty girl,” his voice was low and there was a look in his eyes you had seen directed at you hundreds of times before but you had never known what it meant. It was love.

He leaned in slowly, watching as your eyes fluttered closed in anticipation. The first kiss shared between the two of you was the definition of perfect. His head tilted to the side slightly as he pressed his lips against yours, pressing with just the right amount of pressure to make your head dizzy with desire.

he pulled away after a second and your head fell down to his shoulder, a giggle escaping your lips as you realised what had just happened. Your hands came up to his shoulders, grounding yourself.

there was a heat spreading through your body and you weren’t cold anymore. This explains why he had been so weird earlier, because he was waiting to admit this to you.

“Does that seem delusional to you?” He asked when you pulled your head away from his shoulder.

You shook your head, hoping he couldn’t tell how flustered you were at the whole experience.

He looked down at the jacket that he had been holding onto in his free hand the whole time and lifted it up so you could see it, “Take my jacket,”

You nodded your head this time, not trying to fight him this time. Derek slung it over your shoulders, it smells like him.

You smiled up at him like this was the best day of your life and he only made it better with the words that slipped from his mouth afterwards at the sight of your joy, “I’m taking you to dinner tonight, you tell them all that, let ‘em whisper,”

You always thought that you had been the one in control but maybe he was the mastermind the whole time, and now you were his and he was yours.

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Daredevil (2015 - 2018) // Daredevil: Born Again (2025)

[inej-ruination-ghafa]

so much love for characters who are desperately unsure whether they’re a good person, a redeemable person, a person worth saving, but are absolutely certain that they’re a grade a hottie

[inej-ruination-ghafa]

TAYLOR SWIFT MASTERLIST

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speak now

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[inej-ruination-ghafa]

KNOWN YOU FOREVER - L.C

Warnings: blood

Summary: the one where luke stumbles upon a girl who saves him and makes him feel like he has known her for his entire life

Wordcount: 3.1k

The day had started like any other, a cold wind blowing through New York City. It was like every other November, the icy chill falling on the city. You stepped outside, a big bag in hand and you threw it in the trash outside of your small inner city apartment.

You looked out through the alleyway as you heard a noise. Every sense told you that you should run, that you never know what could be lurking in the dark fog of the early morning, but something else inside of you told you to stay and watch; and you’d never been too good at self control so you waited there for a second, hearing the skidding of sneakers on the concrete.

Throughout your nearly 19 years of life, you had seen weird things that had landed you in psychiatrist offices and children’s help centres. Because no small child is seeing light green women in the Hudson River with scales and seaweed attatched to their hair.

What you saw at the end of that alleyway skidding towards you was shocking as well, but maybe not as much as the Neirads when you were eight. It was just a boy.

He didnt look like a boy actually, more like a man. He had short hair that seemed almost pitch black in the early morning light and the fear on his face as he ran towards you, not noticing you because he was so focused on looking over his shoulder.

you held your hands out just as he slammed into you. He grabbed onto your shoulders in shock with one hand, the other coming up to defend himself but then he realised you posed no threats.

“Woah, hold up there, that’s a dead end,” you exclaimed, not even worried which was silly considering what was going on here.

You shoud have been worried about the way that he held a sword in his right hand and it had gotten way too close to your jugular mere moments ago. Instead, your eyes were trained on his, and the way that they bore into yours like he had known you his entire life. You stared at the scar over his right eye, the skin almost glowing

You tilted your head to the side, confused, “Is that a sword? Dude, I’m sure that’s illegal,”

He was heaving like he was out of breath and that’s when he took a step back, realising how close he had gotten to you, ”A dead end?”

You rolled your eyes, “I just said that, yeah,” You could hear footsteps approaching, almost like an army marching on the pavement and that’s when you realised he was being followed or chased, “Go through that door,”

That was the second time in the last minute and a half that you had defied your better judgements and decided to help someone that you didnt even know.

”What?” He seemed just as shocked and confused as you did as he stood there for a second, frozen in place.

“That door, its my apartment,” you said, pushing him slightly towards the entrance. He winced and you noted that he might be hurt, “Idiot, get inside,”

The mysterious man didnt waste any time before he went into your apartment and closed the door behind him. You tried to act nonchalant as you stood there, pretending to throw something in the bin.

In the corner of your eye, you could see three tall men that looked like Cyclopes or something. You couldnt quite figure it out from there and if you would have looked closer, it would have blown your cover.

The monsters walked past the alleyway without any problem and you walked back into your apartment, adrenaline rushing through your body and your heart pounding so hard in your chest, you thought you could explode.

you stared at the man that was standing there. He dragged one of his hands through his hair, messing it up slightly. That’s when you really looked at him.

He had a ripped green shirt and a thin leather jacket on that must not have been keeping him warm in the winter months. He had blood splatter on his cheek and before you could worry about him being injured, you deduced that it must have come from someone else.

“What the hell are you involved in?” You exclaimed, voice high pitched and panicked.

He brushed a hand over his face, taking a moment to realise how strange this was, how you had just let him into your house without a second thought. “How can you see all this?” He questioned, brows furrowed as he tried to figure it all out, “You are a mortal, aren’t you?”

You scoffed, “Mortal? What are you, God?”

“There is no God, not that one with the capital G anyway,” he said, rolling his eyes at your idea. He paused for a second, almost like he was contemplating whether it would be a good idea to expose himself to you, “I’m a Demi-god,”

Your eyes went wide and you took a moment to think about it. This was surreal. There was some random guy in your apartment claiming he was some disney character, “Like Hercules,”

“Heracles,”

”Excuse me?” You questioned.

“Heracles,” he repeated, “Modern media is wrong,”

You opened your mouth, trying to think about your knowledge of all of this. Here was a boy who claimed that he was like some sort of character from a Greek myth. You thought of your history teacher rambling on about mythology.

Your head was spinning at the idea that all of those stories that had been told to you from a young age were true, that maybe you hadn’t been crazy and that all of the things you had seen were part of this other world.

“So which one? Zeus, Athena-“ you started to spill off all of the names you remembered and then he leaped forward, eyes wide as he clamped his hand over your mouth.

You stood there for a second, eyes equally as wide as you realised what you had gotten yourself into.

”Don't say their names,” he murmured, looking over his shoulder and then moving away. He narrowed his eyes at you and you just stood there. This was more than you had bargained for.

He leaned against your side table, one hand pressing against he rip in his shirt. He pulled his hand away, hand sticky with blood and then he looked up at you, hoping you hadn’t seen the state he was in. You had.

“How much trouble are you in?” You asked.

There was a voice in your head screaming that this was a bad idea, you should not be talking to some stranger who was bleeding in your apartment after he was on the run from the Gods. That in itself made your head spin, that there were actually Gods up there and they were angry.

He shrugged, trying to act nonchalant, “A lot,”

“Any rational mortal would tell you to leave right now,” there was a sarcastic tone to your voice, emphasis on the word mortal.

“So why aren’t you?” He tilted his head to the side, looking at you. From what he knew of mortals, you seemed normal enough, living in a small one bedroom apartment, looking a little lonely. It didnt make sense to him why you would let him stay.

There was a silence as you thought about his question. You would have loved to answer him but in all honesty, you weren’t sure why you were still letting him stay, “I don't know,” you admitted, the two of you sharing a moment of eye contact like he understood why you were letting him stay, even if you didn’t, “You want something to eat-“

“Luke,”

you repeated his name back at him and he nodded his head. A chill went down his back at the sound of his name falling from your lips.

Names were powerful and he just gave it to you. Thats not something he normally does.

Luke could feel himself getting lightheaded so sat down on your leather armchair, his hand going back down to the spot where he had grabbed onto earlier. There was still blood there and he leaned his head back in annoyance.

You looked at him, his eyes squeezed shut and his hand pressed against his abdomen, “Are you hurt?”

He opened his eyes and shot you a look that suggested that you shouldn’t be getting involved in whatever his problem is, “It's not that big of a deal,” he promised, even though he was lying through his teeth.

You couldn't care less if he didn’t want you to look so you walked over to where he was, reaching down slowly like you were approaching a wounded animal. You grabbed his hand and pulled away to see it sticky with blood. You narrowed your eyes at the slash against his abdomen.

“Lucky for you, I’m training to be a doctor,” you said as you examined the cut, finger poking at the muscle of his abdomen.

He looked away from you, face flushed red at the interaction. He didnt know why he was like this, maybe it was the embarrassment of having to let someone look after him or maybe it was the way you touched him so softly, like a fragile doll that would splinter at the wrong touch. Nobody had touched him so gently in a very long time.

“You gonna let me fix you up?” You asked.

He looked down at you as you crouched between his legs and he nodded, watching as you walked off to the kitchen and rummaged through your drawers.

You looked over you shoulder to see that he was watching you with that intense stare that you felt like you had seen before. You grabbed the kit and walked back over.

He spread his legs and you knelt between them, lifting his shirt up as you looked at the wound.

There was silence as you brushed the antiseptic wipes across his stomach, hearing him wince every time it would get close to the gash. You looked up at Luke, his brows squeezed together as he tried to hide any pain that he felt.

Normally he wouldn’t be doing this but he had run out of ambrosia and wouldn’t be back at his base for another three days. He would probably have bled out by then if he wouldn’t have let you patch him up; or at least that’s what he was telling himself.

You started to sew up the cut and he gripped onto the arm of the chair to stop himself from getting too riled up. He took a deep breath and looked around the room, analysing it. You seemed like you were living by yourself but there were pictures of you and other people all around the room.

Some things stood out to him, the warm light that came from a candle, the dying flowers that sat in a vase on your side table, the smell of freshly baked cookies in the air. It felt like a home.

He winced again as you pulled at the final string, tongue sticking out from between your teeth as you finished the last tie and cut the string. You took a second to look at your handiwork before brushing another antiseptic wipe over the wound.

You stood up, “All done,”

He looked at you and for the first time, really took in what he was looking at, the slope of your nose, the lashes that brushed against the apples of your cheeks, that little glimmer in your eyes, the ways your lips pursed together as you looked at him.

Luke could feel his face warming up again at the intensity of your stare, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?” You tilted your head to the side.

”Like you’ve known me my whole life,” it took him a second to get the words out but then they just tumbled out of his mouth.

You felt your own cheeks warming up at his words. It did feel like you had known him your entire life, like he had always been there in the back of your mind and now he was sitting in your arm chair.

You knew you had to walk away before you got yourself in trouble so you walked over to the oven, putting on your mitts before pulling out the cookies. Setting them on the side, the smell wafted over to Luke and he felt sick.

It was like he was a little kid again, his mother baking cookies every single day and forcing him to eat them. He remembered her chasing him around the house, yelling about how she couldn’t stop his fate. He remembered leaving that house, taking one last look before he slung the backpack over his shoulder and never looked back.

“You want one?” The words were blurry, like he was underwater.

He stood up, pulling his shirt down as he felt the bile rising up his throat, ”I should go,”

You scoffed, “You always leave this fast,”

He looked at you in silence and then looked over his shoulder at the door that he had walked through earlier. Here he had a choice: to turn around and leave someone that he wanted to get to know better, or stay.

Luke pursed his lips together before walking over, leaning against the counter.

“Where are you from?” You asked.

“Connecticut,” sure, that’s where he was born, but normally he would say Camp Half Blood. That is where he comes from, the place that raised him and one day he would be able to go back and free them all, “You?”

”New York, my whole life,”

He nodded, “I live here now,”

“I’m not gonna ask about the whole sword business,” you said, a teasing smile pulling at your lips.

He chuckled, ”Thanks,”

There was silence as neither of you knew what to say. You would expect it to be an awkward silence seeing as the two of you had just met but it was the most comfortable silence you had ever experienced.

“You local?”

“I travel,” he replied, thinking about how much detail to go into, “I've got a mission, I have to complete it,” you nodded your head like you understood. Luke cursed himself for what he said next, for exposing himself to you so much, “I’m trying to bring my sister over, there’s a war,”

“A war,” your eyes went wide at the idea. How did nobody notice that there was a war going on right in front of them?

“Between the Gods and those that oppose their bureaucracy,” he explained.

You hummed in response, thinking back to what he had said, “And your sister. She’s not on the same side?”

He shook his head, “They poison children’s minds, make them think they’re right and we should do their bidding,” there was a venom in his words, like he had been harbouring his anger for these people for too long.

Your conversation was interrupted by the sounds of people yelling outside. Both of your heads whipped to the window to see if this was the people that were after Luke. The sound died down and you both calmed.

“You can stay the night if they’re still chasing you,” you suggested out of the blue.

“You dont know me,”

You sighed. There was no way to explain the feeling in your chest, like you had seen him before, in a dream. Or a dream of a dream, “Somethings familiar about you,”

”I get it,” he wanted to say that he understood how you felt but he couldn’t get the words out, “But I cant stay, I’m putting you in danger,”

“Luke,” the way you said his name made his heart skip a beat.

He watched as you took a step towards him, grabbing onto his arm and then digging through your pocket for a pen, “If you come back to the city and need a friend, call me,” you scribbled your phone number onto his arm, your hand lingering there for a second before letting go.

“Demi-gods cant have phones,” he explained.

You scrunched up your nose in disgust at the idea. He froze, it was almost like he had seen that expression before, “Thats stupid,”

“Monsters can track you through it,” he explained with a shrug, “I'll send you a letter though,”

“How will I send one back? If you move around so much,” you questioned.

He thought for a second, “Burn it. Throw it in a fire and think of me,”

You laughed at the idea, ”How ominous,”

He could feel his heart warming at the sight of her sitting on the kitchen counter, a smile on her face at a joke she had made.

”I should get going,” he said, breaking the silence.

“I know,” you pursed your lips together. A part of you knew he would have to leave soon, that you couldn’t keep him safe in the apartment forever but at the same time, you wanted him to stay.

He leaned off of the counter and started to walk towards the door, a hesitance in every step like he was wondering if this was the right decision anymore.

“Luke,” you called his name and he froze, like he had been waiting for you to call him back.

You jumped off of the counter as he turned around. He looked at you like he was specking something and your heart was pounding in your chest as he repeated your name back at you.

There were so many things that you wanted to say and your mouth hung open as you thought of what was the best way to leave this on. ”Ill be waiting for your letter,” was all you could get out.

He nodded, a hand on the handle, “See ya later, mortal,”

You watched as the door closed behind him and you rushed over, watching as he run into the alleyway without even looking back to see if you were still there.

Your heart was pounding in your chest and you leaned against the door that he had just walked out of, eyes squeezed shut as you tried to figure out what you had just gotten yourself involved with.

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BRIDGERTON (2020-)

KATE AND ANTHONY

3.01

[inej-ruination-ghafa]

hits different - s.h

dear reader | you're losing me | masterlist

Warnings: underage drinking

Summary: the one where Steve harrington realises he can't live without you as his girl

Wordcount: 1.4k

The lights were fluorescent, they were a little bit too bright in the corridor and you had never been stared at so intently. You thought you had washed your hands of him after seeing him kiss that other girl last week but here you were, back again.

Steve Harrington was drunk. He was so tipsy and the way that he was looking at you was making your face heat up with a blush.

You were innocent to say the least. Steve had been your first everything, he was the first person you had ever kissed, the first person who had ever looked at you like you were more than some fragile little girl who was undeserving of life.

It was difficult to explain it to all of your friends who were in relationships, the way that he looked at you, the way that he made you want to abandon the morals of your Christian mother and throw away your last shred of dignity.

Every time that you had talked to your friends about the feeling that you felt towards Steve Harrington, about the way that the pit of your stomach would twist and turn, they would shame you and tell you that sleeping with someone that you weren’t dating was going to hurt your feelings, that it wasn’t like you.

Wasn't like you.

Those were the words that went through your mind every time that his hands slipped beneath the waistband of your underwear, hands sneaking around and up clipping your bra, a grin on his face when he would get it off in one go.

Maybe they didn’t know you as well as they thought that they did if that wasn’t like you, if being a hopeless romantic wasn’t like you.

A little part of you knew that they were right, that if you went all the way with the handsome man in front of you that he would leave you soon enough like he did with most girls and you would be left to pick up the shattered bits of your broken heart, sweeping them up into your hands.

“Where’d you go just then?” Steve brushed a piece of hair behind your ear and you looked back up at him, eyes baring into his.

You stared at his face, eyes tracing his features like it would be the last time that you would ever get to be this close to him. You trailed past his soft brown eyes, down the sweep of his nose and along his sharp cheekbones, your eyes landing on his lips. There were little things you would always remember, the mole on his right shoulder, the soft trail of hair on his soft stomach, the two darker freckles on his neck that you had kissed, the scars on his arms.

“Nowhere,”

You didn’t know how he could tell but every time that you lied to him, he was able to pick up on it. You wondered if there was some kind of freakish connection between the two of you - in Hawkins, you would never doubt it after some of the adventures the two of you had been on.

“Nowhere?”

Your own words spoken back at you made you sigh. Looking at him, you knew you could fall for him in an instant. Love was a lie, a story tale told to keep people going but you knew that this isn't what it was. This wasn't love. Right?

“Just thinking,” you said, like it would explain it any more.

He hummed in response, “That’s dangerous,”

you scoffed at his teasing, “Says you,” he could tell you wanted to smile at his comment, lip curled up slightly even if you were trying to feign disdain.

He leaned in closer and you smelt his cologne, he smelled like Steve. It was distinct and there was no other way to explain the way that your heart fluttered every time he walked past.

“You’ve drunk too much,” you said as you watched his eyes flicker down to your lips.

You were his ride home and had only had one cup of the punch, not wanting to be drunk but not wanting to feel left out. For some reason, he was drunker than normal. Earlier, you had had to pick him up off of the floor of Tommy’s bedroom.

“Me? No,” he reassured as he leaned in.

He bent down to reach you, his lips only a few centimetres away from yours. You could feel his breath against your face and you looked at him, thinking back to last weekend when he had looked up at you from between your legs, that same glimmer in his eyes like he wanted to stare at you forever.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked, leaning closer.

You closed your eyes, practically squeezing them so hard that you were seeing stars. You knew that this was a bad idea, to be kissing so openly.

When you and Steve had started hooking up, you agreed not to tell anyone. Well, you told your two best friends and he told his friend as well but other than that, nobody in the whole of Hawkins knew that Steve ‘the hair’ Harrington was sleeping in the bed of the best English and Humanities student in all of Hawkins, the hickeys on his neck left from her.

There was a part of you that wanted everyone to know because then all of the other girls would lay off of him and you would get him all to yourself. You couldn’t deny the jealousy in the pit of your stomach whenever a girl would wink at him in the hallway or stare at him, all sweaty after a session of basketball.

Sometimes, you felt like a dirty secret, like the king of Hawkins didn’t want to be seen with someone so low on the food chain.

“You did it again,” his words snapped you out of the insecurity that swirled in your chest.

“Someone might see us,” you changed the subject and watched as his eyes flickered down to your lips again, forgetting his previous gripe about your absentmindedness.

He leaned in, humming in response, “Let them,”

your breath caught in your chest. Your head was screaming that this was stupid, that the more times that you kissed him and let yourself fall into his arms, the more attached you would becoming but your heart wanted him more than it had ever wanted anything.

“Okay,”

He closed the gap between you immediately, his lips pressing against your lips like they belonged there. You had only ever kissed him but you were sure this was the most wonderful kiss in the world, the softness of his full lips against yours.

In the middle of a hallway, the world went silent and it was just the two of you standing there, in each others arms.

His hand slipped behind your neck to try and pull you up and closer to him. His lips opened slightly, tongue pressing against your lips and you let him in, letting him take all of you in that moment.

You were ready.

You were ready to ignore everyone’s judgements and expectations for you if it meant thaat you could have him like this, have his lips gliding against yours so gently and yet so passionately.

there was no telling how long the two of you had been standing in the hallway, his lips claiming yours, his hand tangling into your hair.

When you pulled away, your eyes still closed, you got off of your tiptoes. Opening your eyes, you saw the lovesick expression on his face and it brought a blush to your cheeks.

Nobody had ever looked at you so intently before in your life, like he would have all of you and split you open and love even the ugly and rotten parts of your personality, like he would hold them in his tender, calloused hands and love it in a way you had only seen in the movies.

“You’re taking advantage of me,” he teased.

You laughed, hand smacking against his chest, “I am not,”

he hummed in response, “You are looking at me like I am meat!” He said and you laughed at his words, “I am drunk!”

You pulled away from his touch and his smile fell, “If you’re too drunk then I’ll go,”

He was too drunk to tell the teasing tone in your words and watched as you walked away, hips swinging, his eyes trailing up and down your body.

you turned your head around, stopping in your tracks, “You coming lover boy?” You teased.

Steve was frozen in his spot, his cold heart thawing as he realised he was falling in love with you. It hit different this time. You weren't like the other girls he had dated and failed to love. You were different.

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TOM HOLLAND Men's Health (2025)

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glitch - f.w

high infidelity | would've could've | masterlist

Warnings: none

Summary: the one where Fred realises how bad he had screwed up as soon as he does it

Wordcount: 2.1k

The world froze. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, almost like it was trying to burst out and jump into his hands but some voice on your shoulder was telling you that it was a bad idea. The worst.

It should've been a brief interaction, a slight malfunction, but you broke at the sight.

You watched as Angelina started talking to George but your eyes were fixed on his twin brother who was shadowed in the darkness but you could tell it was him. And he was making out with some other girl who you recognised as one of Alicia Spinnet’s friends.

In all your years at Hogwarts, you had never felt like this, like there were tears burning behind your eyes.

You two had been hooking up for a few weeks, making out in the corners of empty classrooms, lying in his bed at night, his hand brushing through your hair. You had given him more than you had given anyone else in your life.

He was your first kiss. Your first make out. Your first-

You stepped yourself from thinking like that, like you were going to be sick at the sight of him, at the memories rushing through your mind on when he held you like that.

You couldn’t have said how long you had been standing there for, eyes trained on him and that girl wearing his scarf, her arms around his neck. You didn’t want to stand there for one moment more and turned around and stormed out of the room, hands shaking by your side.

You were just friends. Or at least, you were most of the time, depending what mood you were in or what was in your system

A few moments after that, Angelina turned her attention to find you but instead spotted Fred and the girl - she was the only one that you had told about everything that had happened between the two of you and she knew how much you must be hurting so when she turned around to see you rushing out of the room, she chased after without any hesitation. George stood there confused for a second before it all clicked, you liked his brother.

As he figured this out, you were stumbling down the stairs, hand gripping onto the banister as you stabilised yourself. You heard your name being called and turned to see Angelina chasing you down the stairs.

She caught up to you and started walking alongside you, watching as the tears streamed down your cheeks. She opened her mouth to say something and you stopped her before she could pity you, “I’m fine,” you choked out between a sob.

She could tell you weren’t okay, it was obvious at the way one hand gripped the banister and the other was holding your chest. you let out a little sob, breath getting caught in your throat.

How humiliating.

You wondered for a second if that was why you were so upset, because you were embarrassed that you were going to have to tell your friends what had happened, that he didn’t like you as much as you had thought that he did. How awful that you had gotten your hopes up.

At the thought of it all ending, you collapsed, knees giving way as you came crashing down onto the step, hand landing on the marble tiles as you let a sob rack through your chest.

How humiliating that Angelina had to witness this.

She sat down next to you, your head buried in your hands. She pulled a tissue out of her pocket and held it in front of her.

When you looked up, she could see the mascara running down your cheeks, your eyes red from trying to hold in the tears. You felt like such a fool, sitting on the steps of Hogwarts castle crying over a boy.

”I’m sorry, I don’t know why I’m crying,” you said, sniffling.

she shook her head, “You like him, that’s why,”

Pursing your lips together, you shook your head and looked at her, “I’ve just been so emotional lately, and-“ you furrowed your brows, lost in thought. There was no way to say that you think that you’re falling in love with Fred Weasley without sounding like a total idiot, “-and I have a cold,”

you threw your hands up at the words and she laughed, the sound making a smile pull at your lips even if you didn’t feel like being happy right now.

Dabbing the tissue at your eyes, trying to stop more of your mascara from spilling down you cheeks, Angelina passed another tissue over, “Be careful,”

You furrowed your brow, “Why?”

“You mentioned that you get conjunctivitis a lot, don’t want you to get it again,” she chuckled, remembering how three weeks ago your eye had been red from the infection.

Your smile dropped from your face. She remembered. This was what a true friend was, someone who remembered the throw away comments about how you would get conjunctivitis when you had a cold.

In that moment of heartbreak, as you realised that you had a true friend here, a few more tears slipped down your cheeks. Maybe you weren’t so unloveable, because this was love. Love was remembering things about each other that were so mundane that you wouldn’t even remember saying it.

“Thank you,”

She shrugged, “It’s a tissue, no biggie,”

You laughed and she smiled at the sound, nobody liked to see their friend as heartbroken as you clearly were, and yet here you were smiling at a silly joke she made.

”No,” you shook your head, “For this. For sitting with me,”

Angelina reached over and took your hand in hers, “I wouldn’t be anywhere else,”

You let another tear slip down your cheek, because you wish you were anywhere else. You wish you had never gone to that stupid party in the first place. He had convinced you to come because of how excited he was for the Quidditch match and then he does that to you.

Anger bubbled up in your chest, a loathing for the man who had broken your heart. You squeezed your eyes shut but that only made it worse because you could see him there every time you closed your eyes, his mouth on hers, his hand on the back of her neck.

He had said he wanted something casual with you, you understood that. He wanted to make the most of his years as a single man before he even thought about being in a relationship and you had agreed.

At the time, that was what you wanted as well, something casual so that when you felt lonely, there were a pair of strong arms to hold you.

He had told you at the time that you shouldn’t go ahead with it if you were going to fall in love with him and you didn’t think that you would. Now here you were, a part of your soul having been ripped out the moment you saw him kissing that other girl.

You wanted to be angry, but the feeling faded away the second you saw him at the top of the stairs, his hair tousled. You just stared at him for a moment and he froze when he saw you, mascara smudged under your eyes.

It was humiliating.

Thats all you had been thinking all night, humiliating, humiliating, humiliating.

the fact that he was seeing you so upset over him, borderline distraught, when you had promised that there would be no feelings involved, made you feel sick to your stomach.

quickly, Angelina noticed that you were looking up at the top of the stairs and that was when she saw him. You could see her face turn from one that was sympathetic to one that was furious as she stood up, leaving her packet of tissues on the stairs. Her heels clicked as she stormed up the steps, finger pointed out, “You,”

George was standing there as well, and he reached an arm out, “Let him”

Her brows pinched together and she looked between the two brothers, seeing the sad look on Fred’s face, “You’ve got a lot of explaining to do Weasley,” she spat out before grabbing Georges arm and walking away with him.

You didnt bother to wipe the tears from your face as he walked down the stairs hesitantly, almost like he was approaching a wild animal. You looked away from him, staring down at your shoes.

“Hey,” those were the only words he said as he sat down next to you.

You shrugged. There were no words to explain the way that you felt. Your head wwas spinning, should you tell him how angry you were or how sad. There were so many emotions swirling in your chest and none of them would make any sense. you were also sure that if you opened your mouth to try to speak, a sob would come out instead.

“You saw?”

You scoffed and turned to him, wiping your cheeks with the back of your hand, ignoring the way the mascara probably smudged against your face, “What does it look like?”

he pursed his lips together, “That was a stupid question,”

You scoffed and then there was silence again. It was tense, like neither of you were sure about the right thing to say in this situation.

“I shouldn’t have,”

Shaking your head, you looked away from him, “You are single, you can make out with as many girls as you want to. I can’t stop you,”

“I-” he paused, pursing his lips together as he looked at you, “-I don’t want to kiss other girls,”

Scoffing again, you looked back at him, “What, you just tripped onto her mouth?”

He furrowed his brow and shook his head. He didn’t know how to explain all of the thoughts that were inside of his head because there were no right words to explain it - you both didn’t realise how alike you were in that aspect.

“I knew I was falling for you so-” he pinched the bridge of his nose, realising how stupid it all was and how saying it out loud was going to show how dumb the logic was, “-Lee dared me to try and kiss one of the girls that Spinnet hangs out with and so I did because I wanted to prove that I didn’t want to kiss other girls,”

you looked back at your feet because the tears were starting to spill over your cheeks. This was all so much to process and his stupid Weasley logic wasn’t making any sense to you.

“You kissed another girl because you liked me?” You said with a scoff.

He nodded his head enthusiastically, “Exactly!”

”You’re stupid,” those were the only words that you could think of at that moment, no silly comeback.

”I’m sorry,”

”You’re sorry you got caught,” you said, looking at him. He was so perfect as you looked at him, those pretty little freckles on his cheeks, the little lilt of his mouth. You could spend hours looking at him and never get bored.

He reached over and grabbed your hands, fully expecting you to pull away from him but instead you let them stay there, his thumb brushing over your knuckles once, then twice, just like he would do when you would lie in bed together.

“I’m sorry I ever thought it was a good idea. I’m an idiot,”

”You said it,” he laughed at your poor joke and you realised that you were happy to listen to that sound forever, that stupid, idiotic sound.

He brought your hand to his mouth and pressed a kiss along the skin on the back of your hand. He let his lips linger there for a second and you felt the hot breath against your skin, chills running down your arm.

You knew you shouldn’t after what had happened in the common room but you would take him back in a moment.

“Be my girlfriend?” He said out of the blue.

Your eyes went wide, “what?”

He smiled at your shock and scooted over closer to you, “I don’t want to be casual, I want to be yours. I want you to be mine,”

”Fred,”

he hummed in response, “Yes,”

“Shut up and kiss me,” you said and he nodded his head and leaned in, pulling you closer, lips pressing against yours.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered against your lips.

“You can make it up to me later, boyfriend,”

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If this is in your dashboard you are going to be kissed like that in 2025.

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Happy Ithaca Saga release day!! How much have you cried? Here's an Odypen sketch 🫶

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Happy 6 year anniversary of whatever they had going on

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We are all of us stardust, held together by love for an instant.

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call it what you want - taylor swift

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CASSIAN ANDOR & JYN ERSO Rogue One: A Star Wars Story (2016)

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PARIS - p.p

bigger than the whole sky | high infidelity | masterlist

Warnings: none

Summary: the one where you and Peter leave the rest of the world behind and have fun

Wordcount: 1.6k

There were very few times in your life that you would be doing this - running around at 11:38pm as the snow fell down on the street, the entire world feeling like its stopping.

Your hands were freezing from the cold, nose red, ears covered by a hat. Yet you didnt care.

This was a moment that you were never going to forget and you stood there for a moment, taking in the moment. You watched Ned throw the snowball, MJ ducking before throwing one back. It hit him in the face and he stumbled back. Peter laughed and you smiled, the noise music to your ears.

He had been so sad lately, even if he didn’t share it with everyone else. It was nice to see him happy for once, a smile pulling at his lips.

There were many times you worried about him but right now, as you ran through the snow with the boy of your dreams, there were no cares in the world because you were somewhere else. You could levitate above all of this mess and still be together

You balled up a snowball and threw it at him and he turned to you, “I thought I said that anyone who threw a snowball at me would face my wrath?”

You laughed at his statement, “Face your wrath?” You mocked.

He folded his arms across his chest, his smile falling, a serious look appearing on his face, “You’re in for it now,”

he leaned down, balling up a snowball and you did the same, hiding behind one of the cars on the street as you waited to see where he was.

When you popped up from behind the car, he threw one at you and you moved just at the last minute, watching as it hit the wall, “Where are those spidey senses now, huh?”

Peter scoffed, “I’ll show you-“ he started to say before you threw one at his chest.

He immediately chased after you and you ran away, shrieking as you tried to find another snowball. You threw one right back, missing him completley but he managed to throw one that hit you in the face.

Ned and MJ just watched to see your reaction. You wiped the snow out of your face, skin freezing from the cold and you looked to see Peter standing there, eyes wide.

“You are so in for it now Parker!” You exclaimed before racing after him.

He started running and you just chased after him, boots skidding against the snow. He looked back at one point to see how far you were away and he nearly tripped before continuing to run.

You didnt stop chasing him, yelling his name out aas you rushed after him. There was a warm feeling in your chest, a smile on your face as you raced round the corner and down the steps before you both ended up right back where you started, panting.

You turned the corner, stumbling into his chest, hands coming to stabilise yourself against him. As you looked up at him, both of you breathing heavily, you couldn’t stop the smile from tugging at your lips.

For a moment, it was like there was nobody else there but the two of you, staring at one another in the middle of a snow storm. Your hood had fallen off and snow wa starting to settle in your hair and on your cheeks. Peter was covered in snow as well, hair damp from the snow, sticking to his forehead.

You pulled away from him after a second, wiping the snow from your hair and putting your hood back up. You pursed your lips together, thinking about the moment that the two of you had shared.

“This is just their way of flirting,” you heard Ned say and you turned to him, eyes wide.

“Asshole,” you grabbed a snowball and threw one at him, missing as he ducked. When he came back up, you threw another snowball and watched as it hit him square in the chest, him stumbling back.

you smiled to yourself, watching as Ned walked away towards MJ, muttering something under his breath about how that was a sore spot.

You brushed your hands together, the snow tumbling onto the ground. Looking behind you, you realised Peter was still there so you held your hands up in surrender.

“Hey,” you called out and he looked up at you from where he had been staring at his feet, “Truce?”

He smiled, walking over. You took a step back, worried that he was going to spider web grab a snowball and attack you.

“Truce,” he replied.

He held his hand out towards you and you looked at it hesitantly before shaking his hand. You didnt look away from his face the whole time, his eyes tearing back into yours almost like he was trying to read your mind - a superpower you know he doesnt possess.

You allowed yourself to look at him, really look at him, for one of the first times. He had freckles along the bridge of his nose that you had never quite noticed before, his eyelashes were long, brushing against his eyelids. You felt the heat risin to your face as you noticed how beautiful he was.

If Peter noticed your wandering eyes, he hadnt pointed it out.

It took you a few seconds to notice that his hand was still in yous, holding on like he couldn’t bare to let go.

You took a step back, looking over your shoulder to see your two friends continuing to walk away and before you knew it, Peter was pulling you closer.

You were unsure if it was his spidey strength or just you being caught off guard but you stumbled over your feet as he pulled you towards him, letting go of his hand and reaching forward for stability.

He didn’t move an inch as you collapsed into his chest, one hand grabbing onto the lapel of his jacket and the other one pressing against his chest. You looked up at him, eyes wide form the shock of the fall.

A few seconds of eye contact made both of you break out into laughter, smiles lighting up your faces. You pressed your head against his chest as you laughed, “close call,” he teased.

You smacked the hand on his chest against his shoulder, “Don’t be an ass,”

He looked down at you as you moved your head away. He was watching you, eyes trailing over the lines in your face from your laughter. There were snowflakes in your hair, the snow still falling between the two of you.

It was almost instinctive as he reached forward and brushed a piece of hair that had fallen in front of your face behind your ear so he could look at you better. His hand rested on your cheek.

Never before had you felt like this, the heat warming in your cheeks as you looked up at him, snow falling onto his already wet hair. This felt like some kind of dream.

“Is that your way of flirting?” You tried to make a joke but the words nearly got caught in your throat from how nervous you were.

Peter laughed and the sound warmed in your chest. He was so stressed out lately and the sound caught in your chest, making you fall for him even more. He was happy. And he was happy with you. You wish you could just brainwash him into loving you forever and at this rate, he might just. You should confess the truth, tell him how you feel.

His eyes flickered down to your lips and your stomach jumped at the idea of him kissing you. He was your best friend, you shouldn’t be feeling this way towards him.

“Maybe,” his tone was less teasing now and you wondered if he was serious.

You would be lying if you said that you had not spent months crushing on Peter Parker, wishing that your best friend would look at you the way that you wanted him to, the way he would look at Liz.

You felt a chill go down your spine at his words, and it wasn’t just from the cold. This was the moment that every teenager dreamed of, their first kiss, and you were hoping that it would happen any moment.

This was the moment you realised it all made sense. God, you were so in love with this man in front of you that you might stop breathing. There was nobody else on your mind except for the man in front of you.

It was within seconds that he leaned down and just pressed his lips against yours, your eyes squeezing shut. You were sure you were never going to forget this moment, his lips moving against yours, his cold hand on your cheek. You allowed yourself to lean into the kiss even more lips pressed against his.

When you pulled away, your head was spinning, the adrenaline rushing through your veins at the moment. You opened your eyes and looked at Peter, a smile on his face.

This moment was perfect.

At no other time in your life would you be standing out in the snow with Peter Parker, snow falling all around you as he kissed you in the middle of the street.

“Hey-” he looked down at you and furrowed his brow, wondering why you had pulled back, “happy birthday,”

He looked down at his watch and realised it was past 12. It was his birthday. He smiled to himself, “A very happy birthday,” he said before leaning in for another kiss, hands cradling your head.

There were very few times in your life that you would be doing this - kissing Peter Parker at 12:06am as the snow fell down on the street, the entire world feeling like its stopping.