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hiii this is my first time sending a request but I read through your master list and I love your style.

can I pls request Joaquin Torres X thunderbolts!reader? Where she’s kinda like the thunderbolts team, a morally gray agent but despite this they become friends and then they fall in love , even if they are on opposite teams.

thank you, I tried to keep it as free as possible cause I’d love to see what you make of it !!!

Coffee and Contemplation [Joaquin Torres x Reader]

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Word Count: 1.6k

Content Warnings: I don’t think this hit the mark at all I AM SO SORRY 🥲, child assassin, parental death

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Introducing Sam Wilson's Avengers to The New Avengers was a difficult situation. Insults were thrown and names were called. Learning to live together in the tower, though, was a task. It was the second day of that week, and you had come out in the morning to find Joaquin Torres using your good coffee, the one you had hidden twice! In nearly a year of the new Avengers living in the tower, no one had found the coffee hidden in the old Christmas cookie tin, until him. Seriously, he lives here for two weeks and finds the good coffee? "Morning," you announce your arrival in the kitchen, where Joaquin stands at the coffee machine and Bob at the island. You smile at Bob and brush past both men to get to the cupboard where your favorite mug sat. A pink ceramic mug with penguins on snowboards. Both of the guys go back to chatting, and Bob fills up a bowl of cereal with milk. You grab the mug and walk over to the fridge to grab your coffee mate creamer. It's peppermint mocha flavored and the best addition to coffee, literally ever. Bob walked out to the living room, leaving just you and Joaquin. You made your way over to the coffee machine, placed your mug and creamer on the counter, and leaned against it. "You know, nearly a year of living here and you're the only person who's found my secret coffee stash," you turn to Joaquin, eyebrow raised. He's facing the machine but cranes his neck to look at you. "I didn't know this coffee was spoken for," he smiles. He has this always cheery demeanor that makes you look like Oscar the Grouch. "I mean, I hid it, but I guess you can use some," you shrug, maybe you needed to pick and choose your battles, and this just wasn't one that you were going to fight over. Plus, you wanted him to like you. Coming from a morally grey background to becoming a superhero was hard. Getting people to like you was hard. So you supposed the least you could do was share some coffee. "Thanks, do you want me to make your cup?" he gestured to the mug on the counter. You handed it to him, and he broke out in a grin. "I like this, penguins," you chuckled. "Yeah, Bob got it for me during the holidays last year. We celebrated Christmas and Hanukkah, Mel's Jewish, so we all got gifts for each other. It was nice," Joaquin nodded. It was a fond memory, one of the first moments of a familial relationship in the tower. Decorating for the holidays and celebrating all together, learning about different cultures and how each person spent their holidays when they were young, was nice. For Bob and Yelena, it was a nice refresh on the holiday, considering their rough childhoods. "It does look like something he'd pick out," Joaquin smiled and looked over your slightly disheveled form. A big t-shirt hanging to mid-thigh, covering the pink sleep shorts that were just barely peaking out. The shirt hung off one shoulder, giving him a view of the soft, creamy skin that sat there. He was dressed in his University of Miami muscle tee and basketball shorts. His body was something of beauty. He looked like he should be standing in a museum somewhere, all statuesque and strong. Arms with muscles that rippled when he moved, you couldn't begin to imagine how much he could lift, just that it was a lot. He could probably manhandle you without a second thought. After a moment of appreciating his body, you turn back to where his freshly brewed cup of coffee sat. "You don't put anything in it?" You question. "I put cream in it, but I wanted to take care of yours first," he smiled. Gosh, his smile was cute.

"Thanks," a small heat rose to your face, burning your neck on its way. You weren't used to kindness from people who weren't the rest of the team, but you supposed he was part of the team now. You just didn't get why he put you first. Maybe he was just kind. "So you're in the air force, right?" You used the little you knew about him to chat; you didn't want this conversation to end. "Uh, yeah, I'm a captain and an intelligence officer," you nod. The coffee starts pouring from the machine, and you both watch the amber liquid fill the mug. "Yeah, and you're like Sam's right hand? You took over his old wings?" "Yep, Sam and I started working together about three or four years ago," he took your cup away from the machine and uncapped the creamer before pouring it into the steaming drink. It turned a light brown color by the time he was done. You were surprised he guessed the amount of creamer you liked, but then he did the same to his own cup, so you just assumed it was his default. "What did you do before all this?" He looked up from where he was stirring his coffee, his deep brown eyes like melted chocolate, sweet and silky. You weren't sure what to say. How did you explain that you were trained as a child by the United States government to be an assassin to a guy whose whole deal is that he's a part of the United States government? "Uh, I worked for the government." It wasn't a lie, at least. "Oh, cool, like military or legislative or whatever else?" You clenched your teeth, completely unsure what to say other than just explaining what happened. "I'm gonna tell you, but let me know if you want me to stop or if I sound like I am trauma dumping," he nodded for you to continue, but gestured for you to join him on the balcony. You moved to open the door and slip outside to sit in one of the chairs out there. The air of the morning was crisp, and the sky was a blueish grey color. When he sat in his own chair, he gestured for you to go on. "So when I was a kid, my parents worked for the Department of Defense, and they passed in a car accident. That was awful and traumatic, but the people my parents worked for decided to use and train me for a secret government operative and basically turned me into a mini assassin." He was looking at you with an expression that read sad and pitiful. "Don't look at me like that." "Like what?" He was confused now but actively listening. "Like you feel bad. Yes, it was terrible, but I made it through it, and it's not who I am, so don't feel bad for me," He nodded, understanding. "But yeah, so that was my life until the blip, and I got out because people found out, 'Hey, child assassins are probably not a thing we want to have'. I'm an adult by this point, but whatever, so I get out and I start working for Valentina, meet these schmucks, and the rest is history." You grinned, thinking fondly of your relationship with the rest of the New Avengers “Seems like you all are close,” he takes a sip of his coffee and smiles into it. “I mean, yeah, we’re like a family,” you nod, take a sip of your own. “I’m glad you all have joined the tower, though,” you look over at him. “It’s nice to have fresh faces.” He nods. “Yeah, I agree,” he smiled flirtatiously, and your stomach twists looking at his face. He was handsome, all sharp edges and strong lines. Like a Greek sculpture. There was something about him. Something that made him different and appealing, you could see this going somewhere. Finally, after months of coffee at the tower, he’d asked you out for coffee at a local shop. It was both of your first times there, and it was cute and quaint and had leather booths in rows. You and Joaquin ordered both something sweet, his a caramel macchiato and yours a white mocha. You sat in the booth closest to the door and looked at him across the booth.

“So,” he says, “I want to tell you something,” you wait for him to continue, eyebrow raised. “Ever since we had coffee for the first time, I knew I wanted to go out with you,” he grinned. “Isn’t that silly? I waited three months to ask you out when I knew it was one of the first times I spoke to you." “Only you would drag this out for so long,” you snort and grab his hand from across the table. “For the record, I like you too, even though you’re cocky, and long-winded and-,” He cut you off. “Alright, alright, I get it,” you both break out in giggles. “But seriously, will you be my girl? Please say yes because if you say no, I’m gonna look like an idiot,” you smile, biting your bottom lip and trying not to laugh. “You’re still an idiot, but yeah, I’ll be your girl.” He did a little happy dance in his seat. Yeah, Joaquin might’ve been an idiot, but he was your idiot.

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Hi! Can I ask for a Clark Kent/Superman going on a vacation to places like Halloween Horror Nights with his the reader as an established girlfriend? Please <3

The Getaway [Clark Kent x Reader]

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Word Count: 1.7k

Content Warnings: Suggestive Content, talk of horror other than that its pure fluff!

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You and Clark had been together for a little over two years. You were a huge horror fan, and when you started dating, Clark was not. Growing up on a small Midwest farm, Clark was not introduced to horror at a young age. Jonathan and Martha Kent weren’t super open to introducing a young Clark to that kind of content. So when you and he got together, you had popped his cherry, when it came to horror, of course.

You’d shown him all of your favorite movies, Scream, The Conjuring, Saw, and smaller movies as well. Over time, he got more comfortable and got used to you using him as a squeeze toy during tense moments in movies. He just loved enjoying what you loved with you. So when Clark got you tickets to Halloween Horror Nights for your birthday, you freaked. You’d been talking to him about it for months, and you thought it would be cool if you and Clark could go together. You two had taken a trip down to Universal and stayed in the area a few days before your chosen date. Staying at the beach with Clark for a few days and relaxing in the sun was amazing. Just the two of you in what was basically paradise. Getting away from Metropolis was the dream. Today, he was laid out on the patio of the Airbnb you’d been renting for the few days you were there. He was shirtless, leaving you a great view. He was all broad shoulders and muscle. He was probably sore from the activities of the previous night, using some of the more alien anatomy on you. You came up behind him and ran your hands over his shoulders, massaging the knots in his neck. He let out a moan of satisfaction. “G’morning, beautiful.” his voice was still groggy with sleep, and he turned to you, peering up at you through his glasses. He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you to him. Dressed in his shirt and a pair of panties, you sat on his thigh, and he dragged you to him. “You slept in this morning,” he said, kissing your neck. “You tired me out last night,” he smiled against your skin. His arms wrapped around your waist. “M’yeah?” You nodded, and he rubbed circles on your waist. He moves his hands up under your shirt. “It’s nice out,” you nuzzled into him. His strong grasp was salvation like no other. “Missed you in bed.” “I stayed in there for a little while but wanted to sit on the patio,” you nod. He always made you feel small. Being held by him was the greatest feeling. “Excited for tonight?” You grinned tonight was your Halloween Horror Nights date, and you couldn’t be more excited. You’d bought Clark and yourself matching shirts to wear to the park.

“I’m so excited, baby, you have no idea.” You kiss his cheek, “Thank you so much.” He stood picking you up with him. You wrapped your legs around his muscular waist, his hands on your butt as he carried you. Once inside, he plopped you down on the couch and kissed you on the head. He moved to the kitchen to make some breakfast with the rest of the eggs he had picked up at the beginning of the trip. He pulled them out of the fridge and grabbed the rest of the loaf of bread. Pulling out six slices of bread, he popped two in the toaster before leaning down to get a pan out of the cupboard. He was a vision; you loved watching him move around, muscles rippling. Domestic Clark was your favorite Clark. Anytime he made dinner or breakfast or did chores around the house, your heart swelled. You adored that he cared enough to take some weight off your shoulders. Not to mention, he was an amazing cook. Even when it was just eggs and toast, Clark somehow made it taste like heaven. You knew Martha taught him to cook when he was younger, stating a man should always know how to take care of his woman, even if she can do it herself.

When you first met Martha, you immediately fell in love with her compassion and knew exactly where Clark got it from. You loved the kindness she showed you and the way she raised her son to be the perfect, most considerate man. Of course, you knew from the beginning his parents had to be wonderful, not just because they took in an extraterrestrial baby but because Clark was the kindest, sweetest man you'd ever met. He never pushed you, and he knew all the rules. You haven't opened a door for yourself since you met him, and he never lets you walk on the outside of the sidewalk. He always held your hand and always paid close attention to your body language. The first time you got intimate, he checked on you about every five seconds. You had to thoroughly reassure him that you wanted this, which included finishing on his fingers twice before he even thought about going inside you. Clark was, all in all, a dream, and you prayed you'd never wake up. He popped the next two slices of bread into the toaster before flipping an egg in the pan. It sizzled and popped as the raw side hit the heat of the pan. He made your eggs exactly how you liked, and his were over-easy. He put the last two slices of bread on and grabbed two plates from the cupboard above the toaster. He plopped the four slices already done on his plate, grabbing butter and the small thing of jam you'd brought with you and spreading it over each one. When the last two pieces came out, he did the same to them and then placed those onto your plate.

He finished by putting his four eggs onto his plate and yours onto the blue plate next to his. Clark came over to where he sat you on the couch. You were gazing lovingly at him, and he smiled bashfully and blushed slightly. Even after two years of being together, he still got nervous around you. He thought you were the smartest, coolest, and prettiest girl in the world, and he made sure you knew that. He kissed the top of your head before setting your plate on the coffee table in front of you, and placed his plate down before heading back to the kitchen. He grabbed napkins and poured two glasses of orange juice. Bringing them over, he sat next to you and handed you your cup. He watched you as you ate and took pride in making sure you were comfortable and fed. His eggs oozed with orange yolk, and he dipped his toast in it before devouring every bit. He was a big man with an even bigger appetite, so you were unsurprised. You watched as his curls fell into his face. When you were both done, you cleaned up as a thank you, and he wrapped his arms around your waist as you did the dishes. You pressed a kiss to his cheek. The next few hours consisted of lounging around, soft, tired, and sloppy make-out sessions, and walking down to the beach hand in hand. You both decided it would be a good idea to take a nap before going to Halloween Horror Nights, so you curled into him on the bed and breathed him in as you slept. About an hour before the event, you had pulled into the parking lot. Clark and you wore your matching shirts, but he wore jeans while you wore shorts. He ran around the car to grab your door and help you out of the car. He took your hand in his as you pushed yourself out. With your fingers intertwined, you made your way to the main gate, where a crowd stood ready to go in. You smiled up at Clark, and he squeezed you against him with his arm around your waist. As soon as you got in, scare actors were coming at you from every angle. You grinned and walked with Clark hand in hand until you got to the first scare zone. Walking out of the zone, you wrapped yourself around Clark's bicep and jumped when someone sprang out at you. You clenched his arm, and he chuckled. "Are you alright?" His voice was soft, and you nodded, unwrapping yourself from him and taking your hand in his. "I just don't get how you're not scared!" You chuckle as you continue walking, and an actor dressed as a vampire jumps out, and you startle but laugh. Clark didn't want to tell you that he could sense when each person was gonna jump out, so he wasn't surprised when they did. He just shrugged. "Maybe I can handle horror better than you now?" He smiled down at you. "Yeah, fat chance," you said. You squeezed his hand and dragged him to the first haunted house. The line wasn’t terrible, so you chatted until you got to the front. The house was dark and creepy. You held Clark's hand the whole time and only got scared at a few of the actors. The house was based on the original Universal Monsters, and it was cooler to look at than it was scary. You looked around, noticing all the small details. Stained class windows and little references to some of the original stories. Clark grinned while he watched you. He was just happy you were having a good time. Gosh, he loved you so much. When you got out of the house, you spotted a scare actor who looked like a clown. Big red nose and orange hair, it was almost cartoonish. You pointed him out to Clark. "Baby! We should go say hi!" He smirked. "I don't know if that's the best idea," He chuckled at your excitement. "Aw, come on, he can't be that scary, look at him!" "Alright, yeah, let's go meet him," He obliged and started to join you to see the clown, even though clowns freaked the hay out of him. He still follows you anyway, because he'd follow you anywhere.

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Need to write cowboy John Walker it’s not a want it’s a need

Like look at Wyatt in Broke

I would be entirely too pleased if someone requested anything with Cowboy!John Walker 🥲

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Mother Knows Best [Adrian Chase x Reader]

Literally couldn’t get a photo of his mother from the trailer to save my life

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Summary: Adrian’s mom thinks you’re dating her son, especially because of how much he talks about you.

Word Count: 1.5k

Content Warnings: Course language, Suggestive language, mentions of murder, Adrian is a whole warning himself

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You and Adrian had met when you were working with Peacemaker and the rest of the 11th Street Kids. You'd found him strange at first; his obsession with Chris was different. It was obvious he had some issues, not that you thought poorly of him because of it, but he had some social problems. He didn't really have a filter, and he could be crass. Still, you became friends cause, like Adebayo said, he was a good guy. You’d been hanging out at Adrian’s house all day; he’d had the day off, and you decided to come over. Adrian lived with his mom, who'd been at work; his brother had moved out a few years prior, and his parents had divorced a long time ago. She decided having Adrian around wouldn't be too bad; he cleaned up around the house and took care of everything well. You were lying back on his bed, staring at the ceiling. Fargo was playing on the big box TV that sat in the corner of his room. Adrian had a lot of old stuff in his room. He was lying behind you on his back, with his head in his hands, his arms crossed behind him. You both heard the keys unlocking the front door, he shot up, and you moved to get up and look at him. “Is that your mom?” You asked, yawning and stretching your eyes, meeting his bespectacled ones. Blue eyes stared back with a little bit of panic. “What?” You looked at him, confused, hands grasping into the cream colored bedspread you sat upon. “You just haven't met my mom,” he explains. You nod. “Yeah, but it's not that big of an issue, I can meet her now,” you smile. “Unless you don't want me to?” You look at him suspiciously, and he stares back with that same dumb puppy dog expression. Adrian’s mom shouts his name from downstairs. “Alright, Chase, let's get down there before she comes up here and suspects the worst.” He chuckles. "If I were fucking you, she would know," there he is again with his crass statements and nonexistent filter. You rolled your eyes, used to it at this point. "You aren't getting this pussy, even if you were to beg for it," You retorted, always trying to keep him on his toes. "I don't beg." His voice was tight, and you knew there was something there. "Yeah, and Aquaman doesn't fuck fish." You raised your eyebrow, waiting for him to challenge, but he grinned. "I knew you believed me!" You shake your head at his antics; it was all so stupid. The two of you bounced off each other so well. "Alright, let's get this over with." You stood making your way over to the door, bare toes sinking into the soft carpet beneath you. You placed your hands on your hips, waiting for him to get up. He groaned and joined you at the door, sweatshirt and loose jeans drooping off of his lanky body as he walked. You pushed him in front of you so his mom wouldn't see you first, and he swatted at your hand. The floor transitioned to hardwood from carpet leaving his room. The stairs had a runner rug on them. Stepping down the first few steps, you grabbed the wooden handrail and followed Adrian down. When you stepped into the kitchen at his side and saw the brunette woman, she had placed her brown leather purse down onto the laminate countertop. She wasn't paying attention when the two had entered the room, so when she looked up, she was startled. "Mrs. Chase, it's really lovely to meet you." You smile, "I don't mean to intrude." Her face changes from a look of confusion to a grin. "Oh, you aren't intruding, darling. You must be (Y/N). Adrian talks about you a lot." You turn back to him with your eyebrows knitted as if to ask, 'What's that about?' He makes a stupid face that makes you crack up. "He talks about me, huh?" You chuckle, and she nods. "Yeah, I have a hard time getting him to stop when he starts." Your smile only grows, and he begins to get embarrassed. His mom turns to him, her deep red lips parting when she says, "She is as pretty as you'd described." His face heats up. "Shut up, Ma," He's a tomato at this point, and you can't help but let out a snort.

"No, please, Mrs. Chase, keep going. You said he was talking about me being beautiful?" Adrian groaned, and you shoved his arm playfully. "Yes, he always talks about you. I'm really glad you make my son so happy." That one confused you. Did she think you two were together? "Alright, ma, thank you for that. We are gonna go back upstairs. You cannot follow us," He grabbed your arm and dragged you back upstairs. "It was nice to meet you, Mrs. Chase!" You were barely able to get it out before he got you all the way upstairs. You honestly forgot how strong he was. It made your stomach twist when he manhandled you like that. Once he got you to his room, you flung yourself onto his bed. "Okay, what the fuck was that?" "That? Pfft- That was nothing!" He brushed it off with an uncomfortable look on his face. He stood in front of you, about two feet of distance between you. “Your mom definitely thinks we're dating,” he looks confused. “She didn't say that,” he thought over the conversation. “It was implied,” you raise your eyebrow, waiting to see how he would defend himself next. “I hate when people do that implied stuff,” He groaned, frustrated. “So what are you gonna do about that?” He was tense, and for the first time ever, he didn’t have a witty comeback. “I don’t think it’s such a bad idea,” he stares down at his hands. “I mean, you know I like you, I tell you all the time,” he swallows, almost nervous for your reaction. He wrings his hands as he waits for a response. “I thought you meant like friends, not like a relationship.” You look at him, and he looks uncomfortable; it wasn’t something you were used to. “Not that I’m not okay with that, uh, I think you’re really cool and, I like you too!” He looks up excited. “You do?” He was bouncing on his heels. His quick change of emotions almost gives you whiplash. “Why didn’t you say so?” You smirk at his excitement. He moved to sit next to you on the bed. “You know it’s not as easy for some people to admit their feelings.” “You knew I’d like you, though,” he took your hand in his and began trailing shapes over it. “I mean, it’s me, you know me!” “I have to admit you intimidate me a little when it comes to this romantic stuff.” his eyebrows furrowed, and he looked around and then down at himself. “Me? I intimidate you?” You were right, you sounded silly. Despite his violent streak as Vigilante, he would never hurt you or your friends. He was about as intimidating as a five-pound chihuahua. “I guess it’s just like, you’re so open emotionally, and I don’t 100% know how to react to that all the time,” you looked uncertain, but he seemed to understand.

"I don't know what to say, so I'm gonna kiss you now, is that okay?" You nod, and he leans in; he doesn't have so much experience with emotional and physical intimacy. That's not to say he's a virgin or has never been with a woman. As Vigilante, he fucks around with Chris and whatever girls he has around; he just wasn't used to someone liking him as well, Adrian. He captures your lips between his. It's oddly endearing how nervous he seems to be. The kiss lasts longer than you expected. One of his hands rests at your waist while the other is tangled in your hair. He gets sloppy with it after a few seconds, and eventually, he pulls back. He pushes his glasses back up his face. "That was awesome," He grins, and you look at him, smirking at his antics. He peels himself from you and brushes a loose strand of hair out of your face. "You're a dork," You snort, and he laughs too. "So I was thinking for our first date we could go kill a couple of guys I've been looking into, real shitheads, racist assholes." You grin, and he looks excited. You've only been able to kill people together when it came to the butterflies. "Does one of them happen to be Chris' father?" Adrian shakes his head. "Unfortunately, no, but I think some of these incest ridden crack babies with fetal alcohol syndrome would probably support him, so good enough?" "Yeah, good enough." You grab his hand, and he almost blushes. "Oh my god, you cannot blush from some hand holding after the crap you say!" "What? I like you, you're like hot!"

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EXCUSE ME WHAT IS THIS BAHAHAHA 😭

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What about civilian!reader getting a crush on Johnny but they're also really scared of fire so they're like

*standing behind the door, handing Johnny a love card with those retractable clippy things* are you free on Saturday?

Flame Off [Johnny Storm x Reader]

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Word Count: 2k

Content Warnings: a singular vague mention of vomit

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You’d met Johnny when he came into your job one Sunday night with his family. Of course, you knew who the Fantastic Four was; who didn’t, but you weren’t clambering at them. It had been a quiet night without many customers, and just you and three other people on staff at the diner. Johnny had flirted with you all evening, calling you pretty and smiling; he even left a sizable tip.

That was months ago, though, and since then, he had come in by himself at least weekly. He always got waffles with a sunny-side-up egg and two strips of bacon. You two had even started talking outside of your job. He was nice and funny and sincere. At times when there was trouble in the city, Johnny flew by, lit ablaze, to make sure you were okay. You couldn’t tell him, of course, that you were terrified of fire, an irrational fear since childhood that just never went away.

Still, Valentine’s Day was coming up, and you decided next time he was to visit you, you’d ask him out, properly. You’d gotten him a card and wrote out a little message on it. The front of the card read ‘I like you a waffle lot,’ with a heart-shaped waffle. It was stupid and cheesy, but you knew he would get it. The inside read:

"Hi Johnny,

I know we have only known each other for a little while and have only talked, but so much outside of the diner, but I'd like it a waffle lot if you'd be my Valentine?

Love, (Y/N)"

Next time Johnny came by, he had flown in, and he was still lit ablaze standing before you outside the dinner. You jumped back, startled.

"Hey, darling, it's just me," he had that wicked grin that always adorned his face. You looked around his flames, the heat radiating off of him. "Everything alright?" He raised his eyebrow.

"Oh uh yeah, uh, everything's alright. I have something to give you." You wrestled around in your pocket for a moment before coming up with the envelope. The front had his name in neat handwriting with a big swirl under it. He reached for it, extinguishing the flame in his hand. Still, when you reached out to give it to him, your fear got the better of you and you pulled back nervously.

"Hey," he whispered, "Are you sure you're okay?" his grin was dimming, and you were beginning to freak out. Oh my god, he must think I'm crazy!

"I just have a really big fear of fire," you admit and look at him anxious to see his expression.

"Oh, that's it?" He extinguished his whole body and took the card from your hands, fingertips brushing. "This is cute, you have really nice handwriting," You stared at him, bewildered. Being the human torch was a big part of his identity, especially when talking to women, so him just putting himself out was unheard of.

"Thanks, but it's really not a big deal." He shook his head and smiled.

"I like you, and you being afraid of fire isn't going to make me go away," your skin heated like a flame from the inside.

"You like me?" You smile behind a bitten lip, red lipstick smudging a little.

"Yeah, darling, I like you," he said as he brushed a stray strand of hair out of your face.

"Then I think you should open that," you point to the envelope he now has in his hands. He pulls the pink paper open, and his grin widens at the front of the card. Opening it, his eyes travel over the handwriting before he looks back up at you, sweet blue eyes boring into you. "So, uhm, are you free Saturday?" You squeak out, nervously rolling the fabric of your apron between your index and thumb.

"I am," he reaches out to the hand that is fidgeting. "Will you let me take you out?"

"Let you? Gosh, how are you asking me that?" you laugh, baffled. "I'm the one asking you out! Obviously, I want to go out with you!" Your tone is loud because you're giggling out of shock.

"And I'll pick you up at your place, does seven work?" You nod and grab your pocket notebook and your pen from the pocket on the left of your apron. You wrote out your address and gave the slip of paper to him.

"Yes, it's the little red house on the corner, you'll know it when you see it." You lean up and kiss his cheek before happily speeding into the building. He watched you go back to work with a red lip stain on his face and a swell of his heart.

On Saturday, Johnny had pulled up outside your house in the Fantasticar. He dressed handsomely in a nicely fitted t-shirt and jeans. He walked up to your door with flowers, he knocked, and you came to it quickly. Opening the door in a stunning red dress that matched your lips.

You smiled as soon as you saw him, eyes lighting up and then flicking down to the flowers in his hands. "Are those for me?" He nods, handing them out to you. You took them and turned before looking at him over your shoulder. "Come on, follow me," he trails behind you while you make your way into the kitchen. He was marveled by how beautiful everything was. The decorations matched you so perfectly, it was all so cozy. You grabbed a vase from below your sink and let water fill it.

"This place is awesome," he grinned. Your kitchen was perfect as well; anything you could ever need or want was laid out on the counters.

"Thank you, Johnny," you place the flowers where they will get sunlight and link your arm with his. "You ready?" He nods and practically drags you out of the house. He opens the passenger door of the Fantasticar for you, and you slide in. He gets in the driver's side and turns on the car. Suddenly, you're floating.

"Buckle in," he smirks, and you do before the car lifts off.

"Oh my god! Johnny, why are we flying?" You clutch onto the seatbelt. Johnny snickers at you, and despite the altitude, it's a pretty smooth ride.

"You're okay," he chuckles, and grabs one of your hands from where it's attached to the seatbelt. He ran his thumb over the knuckles of your left hand as he drove. Soon, you were at a small drive-in theater on the outskirts of town. It was held outside a little red barn that had been refurbished into a snack shack filled with concessions.

Johnny pulled into the line of cars leading to the ticketing booth. When the car came to a stop, he looked over at you. He was amazed by you, thought you were the prettiest thing he had ever seen, all bright reds and pinned-up hair. When you looked away from the outside and back at him, he was staring. Your face heated. How long had he been looking? Probably the entire time, the car had stalled.

"Is this okay?" He'd asked, he sounded almost nervous, but that couldn't be right. He was Johnny Storm, ladies' man, every girl's celebrity crush. You understood the world's obsession with him; he was stunning. Blonde hair fell down on his forehead, and bright eyes that looked at you like you were the only thing in the world.

"It's wonderful, Johnny," you smile, and he looks relieved. Despite his persona and reputation, he hadn't been on a date in years, since the incident. He'd been nervous to open up to people on a deeper level. He was secure in his abilities and his persona now, but initially, he worried he might hurt someone if he got too close. Then came you, always sweet and bubbly, you didn't care for his celebrity or his powers, just that he was a nice man, a kind man. Honestly, the best thing about him is that he makes you laugh. With Johnny, there was never a dull moment. You figured that was what made you fall for him in the first place.

When Johnny pulled up to the ticket booth, he paid for the car, and he drove through the open gates. He found a good spot in the field in front of the screen, one where you didn't have to strain your neck, but you weren't blocked off by others.

"Want to get dinner?" He asked, turning to you as soon as he parked and turned off the car. You nod, and he comes around to grab the door, giving you his hand to use as leverage to exit the vehicle. The scenery around you radiates beauty. There were string lights strung around the barn and tables set up if you wanted to eat outside of your car. Johnny pulls you to the counter to order. You tell him what he wants, and he orders for both of you.

You both chat while waiting for your burgers to come out. He asks about your week, and you explain the odds and ends. You had worked Monday through Friday the last two days of the week, dragging except for one day when you had a kid throw up on the table. The parents looked so embarrassed, and you had to assure them that it was fine and that you'd clean it up. Johnny's week consisted of some publicity and helping Reed out in his lab. Reed and he had been working on some new fast-acting flame retardant that would be helpful if Johnny accidentally ever lit anything in the house on fire. It was easy for him to control the flames that were on him, but as soon as they weren't attached to him anymore, it was no man's land.

Your food came out in red baskets lined with red and white checkered paper. Greasy burgers and fries smelled like heaven; your stomach almost growled. Your drinks came in white and blue cups with straws sticking from the top. Johnny grabbed ketchup packets and napkins before you two made your way back to the fantasticar. Careful not to spill anything you two ate, the flavors bloomed in your mouths, and Johnny drowned all his food in ketchup, which made you cringe.

When you were done, you found a trash can to discard your napkins and remaining scraps, and you placed the baskets to be cleaned and reused before making your way back to the car, where Johnny sat watching the movie. When you got back in the car, he wrapped his arm around you and smiled. You stared up at the screen playing Night of the Living Dead. A small smile grew on his face when he turned to watch you watch the movie. You looked back at him, and the tension between you was thick. His eyes flicked down to your red lips and then back up. You rolled your lips together and waited for him to break the silence.

"Is it okay if I kiss you?" He asks the tips of his ears and apples of his cheeks burn up. He seemed nervous, which was surprising to you. You supposed you didn't really know him all that well yet. You knew, though, that you liked him.

"Please?" It almost comes out as a beg, a soft noise that makes his heart swell and pound in his chest. Then he pressed his lips to yours; he tasted sweet and salty like ketchup. He softly cups your cheek, heat radiating from his skin as he moves his lips delicately across yours. His left shoulder lit ablaze.

"Flame off, Johnny." You pull back slightly, a smile grazing your face. It was sweet that he liked you so much.

"Yeah-, Yeah," He stutters and puts out the flame that had sprouted from his shoulder. He connects your lips again.

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Hi I have a walker x artist reader request shes a hippie and they are polar opposites she attempts to confess but he’s hard headed and accidentally rejects her/hurts her feelings and the team send them undercover as a couple hoping it’ll somehow fix this mess and they smooch

Acts of Service [John Walker x Reader]

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It started with the hug. You were coming out of your room in the tower later in the morning. Sun rays beaming through tall windows. John had just returned from a mission the night before, and you hadn’t been there to see him. Spotting John in the kitchen, you giddily walked up and hugged him. He stiffened in your grasp, shoulders tensing as you gave him a small squeeze. You pull away, sensing he may not be enjoying it.

“Why are you hugging me?” He said this with an almost disgusted tone, backing up until his back hit the sink. You look at him, confused.

“I hug everyone,” you look over to where Yelena and Bob are sitting in the connected living room, and give them a ‘Right?’ expression. You turn to start making coffee, and John moves to sit with the two in the joined room.

“Does she hug either of you?” He had a disbelieving tone, but they acted like it was normal.

“I mean, yeah, it’s (Y/N),” Bob shrugged, and Yelena nodded. John felt a sudden pang of something. Was it jealousy? They’d been getting hugs this whole time, and this was the first he was getting in on it?

Then it was the shield. John couldn’t find his shield, which he had just brought back from the welder. He’d brought it there about a month ago to get it straightened back out and had it returned literally an hour ago. He’d asked everyone in the tower, Bucky, Yelena, Red Guardian, hell, he’d even asked Mel, and no dice. That left you. You’d been cooped up in your room all morning. He made his way through the tight hallways to your room before coming to the door painted with flowers and clouds. He knocked.

“Come in!” You shout from where you’re sat in bed, cradling John’s shield as you paint on it. When he comes in, he doesn’t even look mad, just surprised. Standing at the doorway, he squints.

“What are you doing?” He steps forward to look at what you have done so far. It was mostly swirls and squiggles around the shield. Extremely you, but in his color scheme. Swirls of navy, dots of maroon, and spirals of grey danced around the shield.

“I knew it just got back from the welders, and I thought it might need a new paint job,” you smiled sweetly up at him before continuing to move the paint brush across the metal.

“And you didn’t think to ask?” It wasn’t angry, just more confused. Why did you want to do this?

“I thought it’d be nice? Maybe I wanted to surprise you?” You frowned slightly, placing the paintbrush down on the palette. “Do you not like it?” Do you not like me? You meant to say.

“I just don’t get why you have to go around touching my stuff.” Now that one hurt.

“I can stop,” you brush your sweaty palms down on your paint-stained joggers.

“You might as well finish it,” he said. He didn’t know what else to say. He didn’t want to seem like a tool, but he was just confused. Why would you want to do this for him? He was just some loser whose wife left him. He didn’t deserve kindness. So he pushed you away. He was rude, so he didn’t get attached and didn’t get comfortable with your care.

He left the room, unsure of what else to say; he didn’t want to make it any worse. The next day, he entered his room to see the shield clean with the new paint job. He smiled and wanted to smack himself for making you feel bad when you’d done something so beautiful. That’s what you were beautiful. That was a new development, John thought.

The plates were his last straw. While the rest of the team was out on a mission, you and John, opting to stay back this time, were alone in the tower. The day had been long and boring, but John had filled it with training and extra work he wanted to do around the building. When the evening came, you approached him carrying two ceramic plates you'd made, painted, and glazed.

"Hey, John?" you peeked at him from where you stood in the threshold of the living room. He looked up, his hair was tousled, and he was covered in a thin sheen of sweat. It was almost appealing. "I was thinking maybe we could make dinner together?" She looked hopeful and held out the colorful plates with the swirls on them; one looked like a sun and the other a moon. They were magnificent.

"Maybe another time?" He grimaced at the thought of making dinner after the day he'd had. John was usually the one to make dinner in the tower when everyone was there. He would have an array of dishes, each fit to the needs and dietary restrictions of each member.

Ava was pescatarian, so he had to stay away from beef, pork, and chicken when it came to her. He knew Bob was lactose intolerant, so he kept dairy out of his diet. Yelena was allergic to seafood, and Bucky hated it. He knew Alexei would eat anything, but still paid attention to what he liked because he deserved to be attended to as well. He especially paid attention to what you liked and disliked and made sure to serve you as such. John cared through his food, his cold and rough exterior made less intimidating when he was in an apron and obsessing over seasonings. Above all, it helped him cope. Tonight, though, it just seemed too much.

"I just thought it might be nice to do together. I mean, you like cooking?" You tried a subtle way of sharing your feelings with him, but to no avail. He groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I made these hoping we could spend the evening together?" You whisper, nervously.

"Maybe some other night when the whole team is here, yeah?" Did he really not get it, or were you just making him uncomfortable? You open your mouth as if to speak before closing it again, effectively looking like a fish out of water. Nodding, you place the ceramics on the counter and retreat back to your room, where you curl into yourself and watch social media videos until you no longer feel the urge to cry.

You simply didn’t know what more you could do. You thought it was obvious you liked him. Maybe he just didn’t feel the same? You decided that had to be what it was, and to withdraw from him was the best idea. How could you even think he might reciprocate your feelings? He was gruff and strong and structured, and you were artsy and wild and colorful. It wouldn’t have made sense to begin with. At least that’s what you told yourself to be able to sleep that night.

Over the coming days, you stayed away from John; you didn’t want to make things worse. When it was announced that you two were doing a stakeout together, you were less than pleased. Sitting in a car with him for hours? Wasn’t that just great?

He was somewhat happy, though. He’d missed your presence, your always sunny attitude, and the brightness you’d bring to every room. He hated to admit it, but he missed you when you weren’t around. That was dangerous.

The night of the stakeout, you both slipped into the black unmarked SUV. Your job tonight was to watch some cartel business that was happening on the streets of New York. John drove; it was one of the things he was good at. John was actually good at a lot of things, but he didn’t think so; you knew differently.

When they were loading up the car, keeping their weapons in the back, John set his shield on the passenger side back seat. Ava poked fun at the swirls and artful lines all over his newly refurbished shield.

“Listen, I like it, (Y/N) did it for me.” he wasn’t sure you’d heard it, but he didn’t care. He wanted to defend you anyway. Ava chuckled at his defensiveness.

“Someone’s got a crush?” John swallowed. Maybe he did, but that was really none of her business.

“Get out of here,” he waved her off, and she walked away, looking over her shoulder with a knowing look.

“Ready?” You come around the car and lean against it as you look up at him. Sometimes you forget how tall he was, how big. Sure, the serum helped, but he was studied at MIT; his body had to have always been exceptional.

“Uh, yeah, just give me a second,” he tried not to stare at you, body clad in black, the only thing really appropriate for a stakeout. He missed your colorful, whimsical outfits, but man, you looked edible.

“I’ll be in the car.” You get in the passenger seat and get comfortable; it was gonna be a long night.

When he got in the car, he made sure you both were buckled before starting up and heading to their first spot. It was a dark alleyway where a few more cars were already parked, so you blended in relatively well. You weren’t sure what to say to John after the last few days of avoidance, and the silence in the car was deafening.

“I’m sorry for being a tool the other day,” he was the first to break the silence after nearly an hour. You looked at him before looking back down at your colorful manicure.

“It’s fine, it was dumb,” you shrug, and he shakes his head.

“No, it wasn’t dumb, you came up with a whole idea, and you made those wonderful plates. I’m just confused why you do all of this for me?” You looked at him, dumbfounded. Wasn’t it obvious? You tried to speak, but your throat swelled, so you swallowed before you started:

“I thought it was obvious,” he shakes his head, “I like you, John like a lot, and I guess that was my attempt at a date?” He wanted to kick himself. She liked him? Why would she like him? He was an asshole, and he was grumpy and unkind and just overall not a good person.

You didn’t see him that way, though. The John you knew was remorseful and giving, and he was always there. You didn’t know if you had fucked this all up until he whispered.

“That scares the shit out of me.” he wasn’t exactly sure how to express his anxiety and confusion as to your feelings.

“Why?”

“Because I don’t deserve nice things,” you looked at him, pushing him to continue. “I was a crappy dad and a sorry excuse for a husband. I’m grumpy and dull, and I’m snappy. I’m a shitty hero. I don’t even know how I got here, but I’m so incredibly grateful for it, because I met you and the rest of the team, and even if I don’t act like it, you guys are my family now.” His face tensed, and he was frustrated. “And now I have all of this nice stuff, but I don’t deserve it, and I definitely don’t deserve you. You shouldn’t have to deal with me,” he continues.

You stare at him, “Is that really what you think?” You place a hand on his bicep. You can feel the muscle flex, tensing before releasing. “I’m not forced to ‘deal with you’ or whatever, I like you, I want to be around you. John, you make me feel cared about, that’s not something I’m super used to, you know? Like I haven’t had the worst family, but I was never doted on,” you sigh, trying to find your next words and picking them carefully. “You make me feel like I’m worth all the trouble,” you watch his eyes, bright blue things that always could make your stomach twist.

“You are worth it,” he swallows, “And there is no trouble, it’s just… you, and I like that,” well, that was a step closer. You understood what he was trying to say, so you didn’t push him.

“God, we’re so fucked up,” you sigh and turn to him, where he’s already staring, so gentle and bright. You liked this look recently; he’d had his beard grown to a nice scruffy length, hair was always messy, and eyes always soft. He looked like sex, like love, and like something else you couldn’t quite place. He laughed at your words, his throat working as he swallowed the lump there. Somehow, everything he did was on some level attractive. “Also, thank you for defending my honor,” he looked confused. “The shield, I’m glad you liked it,” he smiled.

“Oh yeah, it’s really nice, I think it’s a perfect mix of both of us, anyway, I get to bring a piece of you everywhere now when I’m away. It’ll be my good luck charm,” your heart swelled, and you did something you hoped you wouldn’t regret. Leaning over the center compartment, you cupped his scruffy cheek and pressed your lips to his. His reaction was immediate and hungry.

He kissed like a man starved, reaching for you as you continued the wet kiss. He lifted you over the glove box and into his lap, barely breaking the kiss. His hands rested on your hips, and yours travelled down to his firm chest before pulling back momentarily to breathe.

“Damn,” you whisper giddily. He chuckled.

“What? You weren’t expecting that?”

“To be ravaged in the car during a stakeout? No, it wasn’t on my bingo card,” he snuggled his nose into where your neck and shoulder met. He breathed in your scent, it was sweet like honey and baked goods, and he wanted to kiss you again and again until you begged him to stop. You knew you couldn’t tell him no, so when he brought his lips to yours again, you obliged.

Lips clashed and teeth gnashed. He tugged on your bottom lip with his teeth, and yours travelled down, and you let out a sigh. He grinned and moved to kiss your neck and jaw. You shuddered, gooseflesh erupting over your whole body, and then he nibbled on your ear and whispered.

“Now that you’ve given me permission, I’m gonna have a hard time stopping,” you whined out, and he chuckled against your neck, “Needy.” he kissed you once more before pulling back.

After a while of sitting there in his lap comfortably, you moved back to your spot. He was hesitant about letting you leave his grasp, but you were right there, so he supposed it was fine. You looked at him as he watched outside through binoculars. John Walker was a good man, you decided. He cared, and he did everything in his power to show people that he did, and even if it wasn’t verbally, everyone knew he cared because he acted like it. John learned to understand his love language, and he used it to make the people in his life feel cared for. And he did it every day. He planned to make you feel cared for every day for the rest of your life. He brought your hand to his lips, pressing a small kiss at the knuckles before letting your intertwined hands fall to the center. He smiled.

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omg give us jimmy olsen x eve!reader (like her situation i guess just a lil diff) and my entire bloodline is yours

DO NOT ANSWER [Jimmy Olsen x Reader]

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You were in love with Jimmy Olsen. It was one of two things you knew in the world. 1. Lex Luthor was a terrible boyfriend, and 2. You were in love with Jimmy Olsen, your ex, the unintentional ladies' man.

You’d met Jimmy when you were in college, both majoring in journalism; he went to the Daily Planet, while you ended up here. Taking photos of yourself and trying to get evidence of Lex’s wrongdoings in them so you could share them with Jimmy.

Jimmy was sitting in the bullpen at his desk when his phone pinged. He looked away from the article on his computer and sat up, pulling his phone out of his pocket.

(Y/N) DO NOT ANSWER 11:46am: 4 attachments

(Y/N) DO NOT ANSWER 11:47am: Can I see you later?

He groaned and looked at the photos that you’d sent. You were beautiful, he wasn’t stupid, he had eyes, but, from past experiences, you weren’t the most… stable? So he swiped up on it and closed his phone, looking at the lock screen you’d put on it, but he never quite wanted to get rid of. You and he are in front of the Metropolis Monument in Centennial Park. His arm was wrapped around your waist, and you were kissing his cheek. He couldn’t lie, he missed that, missed you.

You stared at the read receipt on your device and never saw a bubble pop up to signal him typing. You frowned and looked over to where Lex was yelling at his employees. He never really cared for you more than just for entertainment. He made you feel like a dog, and not even a very good one.

You texted Jimmy one last time before dropping your hand to your side, your grip loose on the phone.

You 11:50am: I miss you

You sighed and walked to sit down on a sofa in Lex’s office. It wasn’t long before your phone buzzed and you looked down at it.

Jimmy 11:52am: Me too, what time do you want to come over?

You smiled softly and messaged him back.

You 11:52am: I think I can be there for eight?

He sent a thumbs up in response, and you felt giddy the rest of the day.

At 7:30, you threw a dark coat over your shoulders and snuck out of the tower. Getting the subway to Jimmy’s like you used to when you were together. You avoided cameras and people’s gazes. Lex had eyes everywhere.

You scrolled through Instagram until your stop came. You quickly got off the train and took the short walk upstairs and down to the road to Jimmy’s apartment. When you knocked, you heard movement inside before he opened the door, and you walked past him without him inviting you in.

You pulled him in after you shut the door, and looking around the apartment, there were many good memories here. You wrapped your arms around his neck and stared into his soft blue eyes, his eyelashes honey brown like curtains concealing the blues. His hands found your waist out of habit.

Jimmy had bought the place during your fourth year in college. You’d spent two amazing years in this place, made love on virtually every surface of the house, spent long nights cuddled underneath sheets you’d bought together. “Missed you,” you whispered, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. He smelled like the familiar cologne and body wash you used to buy him around the holidays. It was comforting.

“Why are you here?” He didn’t mean to sound rude. You were confused; you thought he wanted to see you.

“I thought we could hang out?” You smile up at him. “Unless you��re busy, or are you expecting someone?” The realization hit hard, and tears threatened to prick your eyes. You looked around the house, which was cleaner than you’d expect, and he had dressed up nicely.

“I wasn’t,” he really wasn’t, he’d cleaned up because you were coming and he didn’t want you to think he’d been living in squalor.

“I didn’t know you were seeing anyone.” A lump swelled in your throat, and you tried not to cry in front of him, again. You hung off him like a sloth. You and Jimmy didn’t end badly, just without closure, because of work. He hadn’t been very present, and it upset you, and you both decided it would be best to take a break.

“I’m not,” he reassured you, “I haven’t dated seriously since, well, you know.” You nodded and let your hands slip from his neck. You tried to keep smiling up at him, but had a hard time.

“It’s been bad with Lex,” you finally let yourself frown, “He tortured a dog the other day.”

“Jesus! He what?!”

You nodded, “Yeah, it was really sad, the dog was adorable.” He looked disturbed. “I was wondering if I could stay here this weekend?”

“The whole weekend?” You nod and he grits his teeth, “I don’t know if that’d be the best decision. I’m really busy and I’ve got other stuff,” he made up an excuse.

“Oh, uhm, okay, I can go back to the tower,” you attempt a smile. You make your way out, upset and confused.

Back at the tower, Lex was screaming at his employees when you walked in and smiled sweetly at him; he grimaced back at you. You got back to taking photos before Lex yelled at you.

"Get out of here, you idiot, and stop taking pictures!" He threw pencils and a mug that shattered near your feet. You scrambled out and into an empty cupboard to call Jimmy. He answered relatively quickly.

"Hey, look, I'm sorry I pushed you out, I just-" you cut him off quickly.

"Shut up! I don't have a lot of time," he was caught off guard. "Lex is awful, but not just to the people he's around; he's been plotting to kill Superman and has had a massive part in the war, and I have all the evidence to end him." Jimmy felt like he had just struck gold.

"Okay, where?"

"All those photos I've sent you look in the back, and I have more. Let me send them." You select all of the images and prepare to send them to Jimmy when Lex opens the door and grabs you. All Jimmy hears before the line goes dead is a scream and then a ping.

(Y/N) DO NOT ANSWER 9:26pm: 45 attachments

His heart pounded; he was worried about you, but he had to get a hold of Lois. Looking at these photos, it was going to be a major story once they had to get out as soon as possible, and with the dimensional rift and Superman, this needed to be done quick.

Lex had shoved you through the tower and to the pocket dimension portal. He pushed you through it and sent you to your own personal cell.

When Jimmy showed Lois the photos, she exclaimed: "Dude, your hot ex is a genius!" He smiled with pride but was conflicted. He was an idiot for letting you go and not even trying to get you back. At the same time, he was so worried that you were hurt, but there wasn't much he could do; he just had to have hope.

Jimmy and Lois were able to get the article out, Lex's reputation was ruined, and Superman was able to close the dimensional rift. You were dropped in the middle of Metropolis when the rift closed. You looked around, brushing a hand through your messed-up hair when you spotted Jimmy.

You beamed when you saw him running towards him in four-inch platforms like a maniac. "Jimmy!" You screamed, jumping into his arms, almost knocking him over. You snuggled your face into his neck, and he smiled, rubbing your back, placing you back on your feet, and suddenly you're slightly taller.

"You're okay, you're safe," he whispers, before pulling back and attaching his lips to yours. Your lips move against each other as he holds you close. When you pull apart, your lips are wet and you are breathless. He gazes at you lovingly before asking the question you'd been silently praying for for almost a year, "Come home, please?"

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Johnny Storm:

Flame Off: Johnny Storm x Reader

John Walker:

Acts of Service: John Walker x Reader

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Coffee and Contemplation: Joaquin Torres x Reader

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Hi!! Could you write a Jimmy Olsen x Reader enemies to lovers where they basically hate each other but one day they have to work together and have to pretend they're a couple and end up kissing and really enjoying it. Then they start to realize that they're actually in love. It would be cool if there was a little angst/jealousy but with a happy ending of course. That would be really nice, thanks xx.

A Night At The Gala [Jimmy Olsen x Reader]

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If there was one thing you knew, it was that Jimmy Olsen annoyed the heck out of you. He was always talking about something pointless, or being flirted with by every girl in the office that wasn't you or Lois. He was clumsy too, always bumping into things or tripping over untied shoelaces. So, when you both were paired up to write an article together, you were less than pleased. Having to go undercover? Even worse.

The Schuster Gala was the event of the year. Everyone was going to be there, especially anyone who was anyone in Metropolis, which included many metahumans. So if you could get close to them, it would be the best article the Planet would've put out, a close-up with some of the world's most popular and despised. It could even rival Clark's Superman interviews. Knowing Jimmy, though, he'd run his mouth and ruin everything.

The hours before the gala were full of preparation; the key was to dress to code. You were dressed elegantly in a tight silver dress, which didn't have a lot of give but flowed out at the bottom, allowing for better leg movement. You were being fitted for a microphone, so back at the planet, Lois and Clark could write out the transcript. Your makeup and hair had been done after the dress was tugged on and pinned in spots to make it better fitted. Jimmy walked in, suit on, microphone set up, and hair gelled back. He almost looked hot, if you didn't know how irritating he was.

"Mrs. Fulham," He nodded in your direction. That's who you were playing tonight, Mr. David Fulham and Mrs. Evelyn Fulham, husband and wife, owners of Truecorp, a fake news company made up by the Daily Planet throughout the past few weeks.

Acting like a doting couple with a man who, to you, was the human equivalent of wet bread was going to be difficult, but you knew how to act. You just had to pray that he did too. Your hairdresser continued to mic you up so that nothing was visible and began to flirt with Jimmy. That was the thing you never understood: why so many women fawned over this guy, like he was the second coming or something. You rolled your eyes and found Jimmy's on you.

"What?"

"You look beautiful," He smiled softly. Maybe that was it, you guessed he was charming. He had potential. Not that you would acknowledge it.

"I know, thanks," You smirk back, a small ache behind your eyes. You couldn't lie, he wasn't ugly, he was cute, but infuriating, so it all canceled out. Your gaze ran over his suit, black and fitted, probably tailored to him. Where did the Planet get all this money? "You clean up well," you raise your eyebrow, challenging him. He just nods and smiles, a small blush on his cheeks.

The Planet had ordered a limo to take you both there. During the ride, you break down how this was going to go. "So when we get in there, we give them our name and then we lay low, okay?" He nods, "I need you to find which table the metahumans are at so we can make our way over there, but don't go blabbing your mouth to everyone."

"You know I do have the ability to do my job. I know you find me insufferable, but I'm not an idiot," you roll your eyes, a small smile on your face. You finally got under his skin.

"Just act like the doting husband and everything will be fine." He snorted and guided you out of the vehicle when it stopped. You wrap yourself around his arm and let him lead you both into the hall. You stop in front of a burly man with a big smile in a velvet suit at a podium.

"Mr. and Mrs. Fulham," Jimmy tells the man, and he looks over a virtual list. He nods, and you both walk into the bright room, golden twinkling chandeliers decorating the ceiling. You introduced yourselves to a few people. You clung to his arm, giggling and acting like the perfect couple. "Jimmy?" You look up at him with soft eyes.

"Hm?" He looked down at you, unassuming. You were pretty damn good at putting on an act.

"At your three o'clock, there's a group of metahumans, let's go wander in that direction," You push him gently. Guiding him away from the table you both were situated at, you pretended to look around, amazed until you stood next to the table of metahumans.

You listened to their hushed conversation, getting bits and pieces of it, hoping the microphone picked up most. They were talking about a group led by Lex Luthor that would take down Superman, Jimmy, and you looked at each other. This was going to be a massive story, one that would be breaking news all over Metropolis. Attendees looked at the two of you suspiciously, so you had to pull out the big guns.

"Alright, listen, this may get uncomfortable, but just trust me," You whisper, and he nods. "Public displays of affection make people extremely uncomfortable, so if we kiss, hopefully we can get the rest of the conversation."

You lean up to him, lips finding his. He inhaled sharply before connecting your lips, his hands found your waist, pulling you towards him as he dominated the kiss. It felt different than it should have, a small ache in your core as he brought one hand up to cup your face, brushing your cheek as your lips molded together. When he pulled back, you followed his lips before realizing what you were doing and pulled back yourself. You swallowed, throat dry, did you like that? No. You shouldn't have liked kissing Jimmy Olsen; he was a nuisance and a ladies' man.

"You okay?" He asked nervously. He noticed the apprehension in your expression. Deep down, he knew why you were anxious about it; he felt it too. A burning deep down that he knew wasn't right, considering your dislike of him. You clear your throat and regain your stoic guise. What the heck was that?

"Yeah, uh, I'm fine," he looked over your eyebrow raised and rubbed your back slightly from where it rested there, you tensed. "We should introduce ourselves, we don't want to seem out of place," he nods, allowing you to lead, hoping it would ease you.

Introductions went well; you both played the part despite the growing rift between you. You explained the company and the kind of news you put out. They let a few things slip, and some side conversations would prove important for the article. At the end of the night, you pull Jimmy back to the limo, and he stares as you fidget uncomfortably in your seat.

"It's okay, you know?" His gaze softened as you shook your head.

"No, it's not. I shouldn't feel this way," you groan and rub a hand over your face, some smudges of makeup coming off with it.

"I liked it too, and there's nothing with that you just want there to be because you don't like me!" A small sigh left your slightly parted lips.

"I dont hate you, Jimmy, and I guess I like you more than I was planning to. It's just weird," you swallow the lump in your throat, and he reaches out for your hand. His larger hand engulfs yours, and it's a comfortable silence on the way back to the Planet.

When you get there, he helps you out, heels hitting the ground, and pain shoots through your feet, and you hiss. "You okay?" He asks where he has your hand still in his outside the car. You push yourself up from the seat with your free hand.

"These things aren't the most comfortable," you shift and get out of the car and follow him into the Planet. The first stop you make in the office is at your desk. Jimmy helps you unlatch your heels, pulling them off and sliding your feet into a pair of slippers you keep under your desk. The strain in the arch of your foot as it hits the plush soles is almost pleasurable. A moan of relief escapes your lips before you stand and make your way to the backroom, where you can change back into your regular everyday clothes. "Hey, Jimmy?" He looks up from where he stands, acknowledging you. "Before you go, can you unzip me?" His breath hitches in his throat, but he nods.

Jimmy steps behind you and finds the small zipper at the neckline of the back of the dress. He grabs the tab and pulls it down, knuckles of his index finger trailing down your spine, giving you goosebumps. You preen under his touch. He leans down to whisper in your ear, "All done." You shiver, and he backs away and closes the door behind him when he leaves.

You slide the dress down your body and take the mic off. Letting your hair down, you pick out each bobby pin that was stabbing into your scalp. You left the makeup on; you could take it off at home. You slipped back into your sweater and slacks. Stepping out into the hallway, you made your way back to the bullpen where Lois, Clark, and Jimmy sat talking about and going over details.

"Hey," you smile and greet everyone. Jimmy perks up and gestures for you to sit in the desk chair next to his. You do, and he looks satisfied.

"So these guys are going after Superman?" Lois asked, looking at Clark as if they were sharing a secret.

"Not just them, they are working for Lex Luthor," You clarify, "They seemed like they were still early in the group process, and they were trying to recruit some others at the gala."

You looked at the clock, 1:32am, sighing and running a hand through your hair, you find a bobby pin you missed during your first look. You blink the exhaustion from your eyes, and Jimmy's hand finds yours. You look at him with a 'So this is our thing now?' kind of look.

"We'll talk about it later," he whispers, and you nod, trying not to yawn. After a few more minutes of closing out tabs and saving online documents, the four of you make your way out of the building, Lois and Clark to her car, and you and Jimmy to the closest subway station.

"So...?" You look over at him. He has a smirk on his face that you want to just kiss off of him. "Stop looking at me like that!"

"Then you stop looking at me like that," you realize you may have been looking at him like you wanted to suck his face off. "Listen, I like you like I really like you, but I understand if I freaked you out and you need time. I just wanted you to know that I really-" You cut him off with a soft kiss. His hand finds its way to your cheek, and a train rushes past, hot subway air mussing both of your hair. When you pull back, it's his turn to lean in for more, but you place a hand on his chest.

"I really like you too, and I really like kissing you, and I want to do it again, please?" He doesn't hesitate, brushing your hair out of your face and molding his lips back into yours and kissing you until your lips are wet and swollen and your train arrives on the platform.

He helped you get into a seat, and he smiled at you boyishly. You raise your eyebrow as if asking, 'What?' and he nudges your shoulder. "I guess I'm not so annoying after all?" you snort and roll your eyes.

"Nope, still annoying, just now other words too, like sweet and kissable." This time, he smiles and takes your chin between his forefinger and thumb and drags you to him. Connecting your lips once more.

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could you do jimmy olsen x reader based on the song ‘slut’ by taylor swift

they’re basically two idiots in love (jimmy is the bigger idiot) and everyonewantshimthatwasmycrime 😭💔 it can be angsty or however you’d like to write it but all i ask is a happy ending

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The bullpin of the Daily Planet was full of people rushing. People rushing to their desks, people rushing to type, and especially people rushing to get coffee. In the smack center of the room, there was a quartet of desks pushed together. You sat in the one across from Jimmy, his eyebrows pinched and his eyes tracing over the print on the flimsy newspaper in his hands.

"Can you believe this?" His eyes flick up to you before passing the newspaper over. Your eyes glance over the words on the page, eyes widening.

"This was your idea, right? The article we were talking about a couple of days ago?" You notice the familiar tagline at the top and look at Jimmy over the paper.

"Yeah! I wrote that tagline the other day and that Steve Lombard guy just took it!" He ran a hand through his messy, sandy brown hair, some strands sticking up in random places.

"What a tool," you sigh and press the newspaper back into his organized desk. You move to straighten some of the files and stationery on your own, take a sip from your coffee, and set it on your cat coaster as Jimmy continues talking your ear off about how great the article he could've written would have been. You lean back in your office chair and take a look around the room, and spot a brunette and blonde chatting and making eyes at Jimmy. "Seems like you have fans," you point out, and he nods at them nervously.

"Yeah, uh, I'm not really sure what that is about." You look at him like he's an idiot.

"They like you," you draw it out and make sure to pronounce each word so it would sound like you were talking to a child and not the twenty-nine-year-old sitting in front of you. "They should really give up, though it's not like you go out anyway," you chuckle and turn back to him.

"I, in fact, am going out tonight," he explained as you press your hand into your desk and stretch.

"With who? Clark?"

"No, I have a date actually," Oh.

"A date?" You blurt mouth running faster than your brain.

"You know when two people meet up with intent to get to know each other in a romantic sense?" It was his turn to act like he was explaining something to a child. That was the thing about you two, you matched each other's energy, especially when that was messing with the other.

"Thanks, genius. I know what a date is," your throat was dry. Jimmy was going on a date? "Who's the poor girl who's being subjected to an evening with you?" You said it like you were joking, but you were genuinely curious, if not a little jealous, but why would you be jealous? It's not like you liked Jimmy.

"A friend of Lois' she said she was probably my type, and she was recently single and needed someone to keep her company. He rubs the back of his neck.

"So you're a rebound?" You joked, and he shrugged.

"I suppose," He was doing it because he owed Lois a favor, not because he expected anything from it. He reasoned with the fact that he was liked, but not by anyone he wanted to be liked by. Not by you. So he found dating a bit of a waste, something he did sometimes because he liked a girl and didn't want to make her feel bad by rejecting her. He at times worried it hurt them more when it didn't go any further than a first date. Still, he chalked it up to being better to know it wouldn't work out than to never know and regret never trying.

"And you're okay with that?" Your words brought him back to the present and he shrugged. You don't press any further, but a dull ache settles in the pit of your stomach; something about this bothers you.

The day ticked by with paper balls and airplanes being sent across desks between you, Jimmy, Clark, and Lois. The latter two, you and Jimmy, had been scandalized to find out that they were sneaking around behind everyone's back a few days before. Voices and smacking noises coming from the custodial room, then Lois' smudged lipstick had told you both the truth, one that was safely kept.

By the time it was dark and time to go home, Jimmy and you took the subway together like most days. You got off at your stop, one block down from your apartment building. Jimmy's stop was two after yours and he usually got home a quick ten minutes after you, if it wasn't raining, snowing or he didn't stop at the local bakery the group of you frequented. In reality, it was common that one of those was the case, so you tended not to expect a text until twenty minutes after your own arrival.

Once you set your work bag down on the coffee table in the small living room of your apartment you pull your phone out and open your messages app clicking the latest message chain. You read over the last message again.

8:06am Jimmy: I got that coffee you liked last time

8:07am Jimmy: and an extra for you might be late tell Lois

You smile at the message before catching yourself and typing to him.

6:17pm You: Got home safe lmk when you do

You end the message with a smiley face and toss your phone on the cushion next to you. A ball of white fluff jumps up next to you nearly causing an early-life heart attack.

"Jesus!" You screech before putting a hand over your chest and breathe as the cat just stares with empty eyes. "Dude, you scared the crap out of me!" She meows and moves to rub against your arm, you scratch behind her ear before standing. "Let's get you dinner before you decide I look tasty," your cat, Butters, follows you to the kitchen strutting as if she was a runway model. You flick the lights on, grab her bowl, check that her water is sufficiently full, and then grab her wet food out of the fridge to scoop into the ceramic. "Dude, this is seriously nasty," you gag at the smell, and the furball stares unimpressed. You roll your eyes before making your way to set it down on her place mat and she begins to eat.

Now, you wash your hands and open the fridge to decide what you'll eat for dinner instead of ordering takeout one night and eating the leftovers of it the next in a vicious cycle like you have for the past week. You pick up a chicken breast you'd thrown in there to thaw last night and decided to use it, pulling it out and setting it on the counter and grabbing miscellaneous vegetables from the crisper drawer and deciding to make chicken stir-fry. Chopping up vegetables and setting up the stove your mind wanders to Jimmy and what he may be doing when your phone pings in the other room. You scurry to get it and mentally scold yourself. Why are you so giddy at the thought of getting messages from your best friend? You snatch up your phone from its place on the plush grey couch and see a message from Jimmy as well as an Instagram notification informing you an author you like posted.

6:39pm Jimmy: Home, getting ready for the date

Bile rises in the back of your throat. Right the date, even after the tedious work and friendly banter of the day you'd nearly forgotten he was going out with a girl. Another girl, one who wasn't you. Tears pricked your eyes, and you felt stupid. Fine, maybe you did like Jimmy, but you couldn't tell him that now. You stare at the message for a minute before responding.

6:41pm You: Yeah have a good time

You let the phone slip from your hand as a stray tear falls and dies on your cheek. Standing, grabbing the device and dragging yourself back to your kitchen, you play a Spotify playlist of music they might play at a hip coffee shop and lean against the counter contemplating. It didn't take long before you decided to have a drink, hoping to dull the ache in your chest. You pulled out some rum from your cabinet and some Coca-Cola from the fridge and mixed them, sipping and sighing.

Butters had curled up in her tree in the living room, and you could hear her grooming herself. You took a shot and went back to cooking, singing along to the music whenever a song you liked came on, and just tried to distract yourself from hurting.

To your credit, the dinner was fantastic, heaps of flavor and textures that just went so right with each other. You enjoyed another shot before dinner and moved on to your second mixed drink while you ate on your sofa, watching a reality TV show about the lives of powerless metahumans. You were beyond tipsy at this point, laughing at stupid jokes from the characters and being silently judged by Butters in the corner. Finishing dinner, a third shot was taken, and you dizzily stumbled to clean up the coffee table and the dishes, turning the TV off and going to your bedroom.

Staring at the spinning ceiling and opting to shower in the morning, your brain unkindly wandered to Jimmy. Was he having a good time? Did he get her flowers? Was he dressed in a button-up? Did he really like her? It made you feel ill at the thought of him with another woman, an ache you'd felt at a lesser level on many other occasions. When he'd mention an ex, or when ladies in the office would stare at him. It all seemed small then. He wasn't with them, and he didn't seem interested in it either, but now, when he was really off with someone else, it was infuriating. You weren't mad at him, not really, the only negative feelings brought on by him not noticing your feelings, but you were more angry with yourself. For not noticing sooner. For not telling him. Of course, he would've gotten her flowers, you think, he's a really good guy.

Tears flowed freely out of your eyes seeping into the pillow beneath you when you turned to your side folding in on yourself. You hugged your knees and began to feel nauseous. You weren't completely unaware of yourself, but you were inebriated to a level where you shouldn't trust your judgment. You typed out a message to Jimmy and then another, and finally a third.

8:27pm You: I hop ur date is going well

8:27pm You: I love u u no

8:28pm You: I feel like im gona be sick

Spelling mistakes are abundant, and your eyes are blurry from tears. You shut your phone off, set it down, and suddenly that's when the first wave hits. Nausea, but not just like the normal sick from being drunk feeling, you knew you were going to puke, and before you could vacate your sheets, it erupted. Beige liquid hit the duvet, and you winced at the feeling. Tears continued to fall, this time from embarrassment. Why did you get drunk over your best friend going on a date? A few more spurts came up and you just sat there staring when there was a knock.

One, two, three times in quick succession, they were filled with worry. The knocks persisted before quieting for a minute and the sound of your lock turning flooding through the newly silent house.

"(Y/N)?" A voice like velvet was loud even in the back of the apartment where you lay. The door was shut, and quick steps made their way through the dark and into the room you were in. Slightly ajar blinds allowing moonlight to creep through were the only light allowing the two of you to look at each other. "Jesus," he says, "You look like crap, let's get you out of bed m'kay?" He's at your side, helping you out of bed and sits you down on the stool in the corner. You lean into the wall.

He strips the bed of the sheets and comforter, careful not to let any liquid hit the floor, and leaves to get it into the washer. Even in your drunken state, you were surprised at how quick he was to do damage control. "Jimmy?" You called your voice a little higher than usual.

"Be right there!" He responds and comes in. "Are you feeling okay, or do you think you might be sick again?" You think about it and pay attention to how you're feeling before slurring out:

"I'm good," he nods before exiting the room again and wrestling around in your linen closet. He comes back with a fitted sheet and a large throw blanket, one you'd bought when you first moved in here and then proceeded to never use.

"This is all you've got in there," he begins to get the fitted sheet on the bed, before one corner slips off, and he has to fix that one again. After a few minutes of fighting the sheet, it was finally all the way on, and he spread the throw blanket over the bed, too.

He looked at you still in your work clothes, moved to grab a t-shirt, a pair of sleep shorts, and underwear from your drawer, before handing them to you. "Get changed, I'll be out in the living room. Call me if you need anything," he nods and walks out. You struggle to unbutton your shirt but finally manage to strip and then redress. You call for him and he's right there in a matter of seconds. "Hey hun, you okay?" He holds a glass of water and smiles at you, softly, with gentle eyes running over your figure. You nod before sitting back on the bed.

"I'm sorry if I ruined your date," you said. He shook his head and sat next to you on the bed.

"I was worried about you," he whispered, "I want to ask what's got you all wound up but you need rest, I'm gonna use the couch so I'll be here in the morning. Here drink some of this," he helps you drink some water before laying you down and setting the blanket over you.

"Night Jimmy," you whisper as he reaches the door.

"Good Night, Sweetheart," he has a pained smile you barely notice before you drift off. He slips out of the room, leaving the door open, and makes himself comfortable on your couch, using a throw pillow and crocheted blanket to sleep.

In the morning, there's a fresh glass of water on your nightstand and two aspirin, you take them before stumbling out of your room and into the kitchen, where you hear him. Jimmy is spreading butter on toast and looking over some scrambled eggs when you walk in. He looks up and smiles cautiously as he waits for you to start talking.

"I feel like I've simultaneously been hit by a bus and had a pound of cotton shoved up my nose," you sniffle, and he frowns slightly.

"Yeah, you were in a pretty bad way last night," you cringe. You'd been in that terrible spot where you were just drunk enough to make terrible decisions, but not nearly enough to not remember.

"I'm sorry," you whisper, and he immediately shakes his head.

"No," his voice is stern but still always kind. "Don't be sorry, I just want to know what had you like that," he set the toast down on the plate before tending to the eggs.

"I'm pretty sure I already told you," he looked confused, "In the texts last night." Suddenly, a look of realization crossed his face. He was pretty sure what you had meant, but wanted you to go on. "When I said I loved you, I was jealous, you know? That you were out with another woman?" It all felt so surreal, actually coming out, and he set the spatula down to really look at you.

"You had no need to be jealous." You were beginning to get used to looking at him like he was an idiot. "I went with her because I owed Lois a favor, not because I liked her or anything. I mean, she was a really nice girl, but not really my type."

"Then what is your type?" you question as Butters glides her fluffy body across your shin.

"Seems like my type is girls who look at me like I'm an idiot and throw up on themselves in the middle of the night," he smirked. It was cute in the way only he could do. Still, you guffaw.

"Listen, I better not be known for this now, it was one time!" He brushes a strand of hair from where it falls in your face, his sweet eyes meeting yours, a softness there that sets a small fire in your heart.

"It's okay, I still love you," he says. He loves you, and it's not the first time, but this time there's a weight to it. Something more than just friendly love. "You had no need to be jealous because you're the only woman whose puke I'm cleaning up, and you're the only one I want."

Your heart soared a small moment of happiness before he ruffled your hair and went back to finishing the eggs. "Hey! Don't do that, I have a massive headache," you groan as you fix your hair, brushing it up into a quick loose ponytail with a hair tie that sat on the counter. You lean your head on his shoulder as he plates the eggs. He feels your soft breath against the nape of his neck, where his skin and sandy brown hair meet, and gooseflesh erupts on his skin. "You know you still have to ask me out, breakfast isn't a date," he smiled and nodded. You both had the day off on Sunday as the planet wasn't open.

"I know I have the whole planned out ahead of us, but I'll still ask, Sweetheart, will you do me the very highest pleasure and let me take you out on a date?" You stare up at him with a teasing smile on your face, not responding just yet. "I'm gonna do the flourishes and everything, flowers, doors, all that stuff, just please," he nearly begged. It honestly gave you a bit of an ego boost, having the man everyone wanted at his knees for you.

"Of course I'll go out with you, Idiot."

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"Slut!": Jimmy Olsen x Reader

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🎄 Love, Actually: 2000s Christmas au in Northeast America, Aegon Targaryen x reader

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Love, Actually [Chapter 3: Christmas Cookies]

Series Summary: Christmas 2005, you and Aegon meet in a dog park in your hometown of Newark, New Jersey. He’s a strange foreigner who you’re hesitant about at first but he’s enamored by you. The only thing that can help you two is a Christmas miracle, and maybe a New Years kiss.

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Aegon rushes to the door before you can even react. He suspiciously looks through the peephole before cracking the door open. There is whispering at the door, Aegon mumbles, and you try to see who he's talking to.

"Aegon?" You question, he turns back to look at you, and in that small moment of reserve on his part, the door is swung open by a pale platinum-haired girl who was around Aegon's height. On that point, Aegon wasn't tall by any means. He was about 5'8, which was around your height, so it really didn't bother you all that much. Why would it, anyway? It's not like we're dating. The thought is quick and leaves before you even notice it's there; all you can pay attention to is the woman in front of you.

You recognized her from somewhere, though you couldn't quite put your finger on it. She had on a navy blue sweater with yellow stars on it and a grey midi skirt with a slit on the right of her legs. She was stunning, all smooth skin and thin, her lavender blue eyes almost felt like they could see something you couldn't. You tried to think about where you might have seen her from, but your mind came up blank until your eyes drifted to the sepia colored photo in the kitchen. She was the girl from the picture, his sister, Helaena.

She looked at you for a second before looking at Aegon, praying you weren't one of his escapades that he was notorious for having in his family. He shook his head, knowing that look in her eyes. She walked through the threshold of the door, not wanting an awkward interaction at the entrance of her brother's house. She closed the door behind her, turning the knob and gently pulling it shut before turning it back to its resting position.

Suddenly, you realize this probably looks strange, a girl she'd never met or heard of in her brother's home. You step forward, trying to introduce yourself, but Aegon steps in to do it first.

"This is Helaena, my sister," he said, stepping forward with a protective gaze over you. It was strange.

"Hi, it's really nice to meet you," you smile at her. She has a kind look to her, a sweet smile, and soft eyes. She shook her hand, "I've actually heard a lot about you, considering how long Aegon and I have known each other, which is about… let me think, forty-eight hours."

"All good things, I hope," she smiles, it's like Aegon's, sweet, playful, and almost flirtatious.

"Definitely," you chuckle, and she turns to Aegon, an almost disapproving look on her face. "Is she why your only guest parking space is taken up by a truck?" You frown, and Aegon's deep eyes burn with a slight fury at your reaction.

"Yes, dear sister, it is, but that wouldn't be an issue if you weren't showing up unannounced," he gritted his teeth.

"Well, you weren't answering mine, Aemond's, or mom's calls," you glance over at Aegon, who has a bashful look on his face, embarrassed that all of this was being said in front of you. He didn't reply and just stared at the scuffs on his shoes. "Mom is throwing a Christmas party, and she wants you there. You know it wouldn't look good if you weren't there, if it was just me, Aemond, and Daeron."

He huffed a breath, "You know I don't want to see her." Helaena's disapproving look grew at his words. He could barely look in your direction, ashamed that he was admitting this in front of you, barely knowing you, and admitting something he'd only ever said to his shrink and Helaena.

Helaena approached Aegon and took his hands in hers. His rough hands dwarfed her soft, frail-looking ones. "Just one night, Aegon, for the family, please," she looked up at him with sweet loving eyes, ones that would make anyone's heart melt. She had this ethereal air to her, Aegon had it to a certain level, but you figured it had been tainted by something, or someone.

"Fine," he sighed and slipped his hands out from hers and pinched the bridge of his nose with his index finger and thumb. He knew he wouldn't have been doing this if it weren't for his siblings; he adored his siblings.

You felt like you shouldn't be there watching this. You felt bad because he was there divulging his inner emotions, and you were standing next to the most colorful Christmas tree and petting his dog, unsure of what to say. Helaena turned towards you, a grin on her face, clearly overjoyed that Aegon had agreed to go to the party.

"You can come too, if you want, if that's where you two are at in whatever this is," she gestured between you and Aegon. He met your eyes, and there was gentle uncertainty in them. She wasn't sure what you two were, but it was clear that neither of you two did either.

"Uh, yeah, we'll talk about it," she smiled back at the blonde woman. She glanced back at Aegon, unsure what else to say, but neither of you had to speak; Helaena did first.

"I've got to go, though, Mom wants me to pick up some of that graham cracker crumb stuff for her cheesecake. I'll send you extra details about the party, but there should be no scheduling issues. It's Saturday at five pm," She nodded and made her way over to Sunfyre, who sat under your hand. "Hi, boy, it's good to see you," she smiled at you before heading back out the door.

You watch her leave. She closes the door as quietly as she entered it. You turn to Aegon, and he has a worried look on his face. "So that's Helaena," he nodded.

"Yes, that is my lovely sister," his tone was half sarcasm, half truth. You knew he loved her, but it was clear today she'd gotten on his nerves. You looked up at him from where you were, having sat back on the couch when Helaena had left. Your eyes plead with him to come back over to where they were before, planning to make cookies and gazing longingly into each other's eyes. Luckily for you, he did.

You hummed as he ran a hand over Sunfyre's spine. He startled slightly. "You still want to make those cookies?" You whispered his golden hair falling into his eyes, he nodded a playful grin coming back to his face, but it didn't quite meet his lavender orbs. You stand and pull him up by his hands. "Come on, we can chat and bake?" Your words had a flirtatious edge to them, but maybe it was just because you felt for him. He was handsome, all strong, squared off angles just slightly rounded at the corners. Strong but vulnerable, it was attractive.

You drag him by a hand to the kitchen, quickly taking out each ingredient and a mixing bowl. "So I was thinking gingerbread," you sit up on the counter and look at him straight on, and he sets his hands on your knees.

“Gingerbread sounds nice,” he nodded thoughtfully.

“What, so you don't like to have a girlfriend or something?”

“You think I would've brought you here if I had a girlfriend?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, Sunfyre isn’t the only one who fancies you,” he let out with a shrug.

“Oh.”

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Want to write Adrian Chase from Peacemaker fics so bad he’s terribly witty