#(ironic that the immediate next request is music man)

[your-fave-is-being-blended]

blend matpat from game theory :)

MatPat from Game Theory is being blended!!

You cannot save him.

[dellalyra]

𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 - 𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨

2 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 - 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘥.

pixie says: it’s here. this took so long because i was determined to get it just right, since this will be the final ‘pixie’s canon’ chapter of family formations (there will be more extra chapters and side stories, don’t worry! our fav family aren’t going anywhere yet). as always, mdni. request open.

“Akio, baby! Come put your shoes on!” You call into the playroom where your almost 3-year-old son sits playing with his toys. He toddles out toward you, bright smile showing off his tiny pearly teeth and bright blue eyes gleaming with excitement. He sits on the floor and pulls his white and blue sneakers onto his feet (the wrong feet, but you’ll fix it for him). You try to comb the mess of his wild, snowy white hair into a bun but eventually resign yourself to the fact that taming it is impossible.

“Mama, we go party now?” He asks.

“Yeah, baby. We’re going to see Yuuta for his birthday! Are you excited?” You say, slipping on your own sneakers (they match your sons).

“So so excited! Will there be cake, mama?”

“Of course, there will, sweet boy! Okay, you ready? Yuuta’s present is in the car, let’s go.” You take his hand and load him and the bundle in your arms into your Land Rover. Your beautiful baby pink Cadillac sat in the garage, retired - it became a special occasion car after you realised the back seat couldn’t handle a car seat - an issue you never had with -

A thought you’d rather not go through with.

“Mama, Uncle soso be at party?” Akio asks from the back seat.

Of course - his focus is his beloved uncle soso. Not that you blame him.

“He will, baby. He’s expecting lots of cuddles.”

He squirms and squeals with excitement. Clingy, affectionate - just like his dad.

His father.

God, you miss him.

After a while of singing along to the music in the car, you pull up to the school. You spin yourself out of the driver’s seat and retrieve your son, the bundle, and the wrapped box from the back seat. He immediately runs off in the direction of the dorm common room kitchen without a second thought for his poor mother.

It’s okay though.

He’s safe.

He rounds a corner, and you see a pair of arms clad in black scoop him off the ground as he squeals and thrashes around, attempting to escape the iron hold of his captor’s arms.

“Lemme go! Lemme down!” He shrieks and giggles as raspberries are blown into his little belly.

“Never. You have been captured and the only way to be freed is if you tell me who your favourite person is.” The captor demands of the three-year-old.

“You! You, my favourite! Lemme down!” Akio giggles, now being held by the ankle's upside down.

“Well, you paid your ransom. Off you go - I gotta find my next target.” He sets the boy down and he immediately runs off, screaming for his uncle soso.

Then - the culprit sets his sights on you.

“Well, what do we have here? Hey there, pretty lady.” The man says.

“Hey handsome, come here often?” Your reply, batting your eyelashes.

“Oh, between 9am and 3pm on weekdays. You?” He smirks, flashing you a dazzling smile.

“Me too, but I have a few months off at the moment.” You wink.

“Explains why this place seems so dull without an angel like you to brighten it up.” He kisses the back of your hand.

“Well - I have more important things to be doing right now, I’m afraid pretty boy.” You smirk.

“Oh? What could be more important than working with a superstar like me?” He winks, wrapping an arm around your waist.

“Well, nursing said superstar’s child for one.” You laugh.

And with that, your husband laughs. Heartily and deeply happy sounds which warm you from the inside. He bends down so he’s face level with your neck.

“Hey cupcake, you got a smile for papa?” He asks, taking the bundle from your arms.

The bundle - being your 5-month-old daughter.

The baby gurgles in delight at the sight of her dad and smiles a gummy smile - her mood elevated because of her well-timed nap in the car.

“You look beautiful, princess.” He says, kissing your forehead.

“Oh, hush you, you’ll make me blush.” You giggle, but you will admit the blue ripped mom jeans and white cable knit sweater match your husband perfectly, and you always glowed around him. As for him, he doesn’t understand how you get more beautiful every day. When he says your car pull up, and you step out of it holding his baby girl in one arm and leading his little boy with the other - he thinks back to the day he saw you in the courtyard for the first time, all smiles, and shiny eyes.

After 12 years, countless battles, many stray kids, too many heartbreaks and carrying two of his children you still manage to knock the wind out of him by just existing. The pretty girl you were now a powerful, beautiful woman and every curve and inch custom made to drive him insane, especially the view of your jeans as you bend to fix your shoe (part of the reason he’s knocked you up twice). Your strength and courage, and pure devotion to the ones you love, and fiercely bold protectiveness drive him to the brink of madness with the weight of his love for you daily.

You on the other hand, watch your husband pressing kisses to your daughter’s chubby cheeks, as he wraps his arm around your waist and leads you inside. This man, who has almost given everything to protect you all, who has gifted you with a love so pure and whole that you almost lost yourself by almost losing him - you are one person. One without the other just cannot exist, two souls meshed to create a fortress of love, warmth, and happiness. Your eyes trace his face, as otherworldly beautiful as ever, eyes crinkled with a smile at the baby in his arms. His hair but your eyes. You think he’s only gotten more beautiful since you met, all those boyish edges sharpened into those of a man - a beacon of love, and strength. Powerful muscles (part of the reason you now had two kids by him) threaten to pop through his black T-shirt and you attempt not to drool, but he catches it anyway. Smirking, and whispering filthy things about how your ass looks in your jeans making him wanna find a babysitter and skip the party to have your own. You flush and nip his jawline, a promise for more to come later.

Just as you nibble his skin, a loud shout comes from the doorway.

“Hey guys! How are you?! I know I only saw you both yesterday, but I missed you guys!”

A shock of pink hair calls out, and before he can barrel toward you is held back by his collar.

“Chill out, Yuuji. You don’t even know if the babies asleep or not.”

The ever-present raven-haired boy pops up behind him, lurking in the shadow as always.

Your eldest son, your blessing.

“Hi mom. Do you want me to take her?” He asks, and you can see the eager glint in his eyes as he stretches out his arms to Gojo who has your daughter which you know, in Megumi language, means ‘give me the baby or I’ll sulk.’

Gojo is engaged with cooing over her with Itadori who you’ve come to realise is obsessed with babies. Your husband hands your son your daughter, who’s sitting up in his arms, and squeals when she realises it’s her oldest brother holding her, and you melt a little when she lays her head on his shoulder.

“Hey Lil 'miss. Will we go find our brother?” He says, walking off with her and Yuuji, leaving Gojo to take your hand and lead you inside too.

Yuuji has grown, with him being 18 that’s not surprising. His baby face is fading, skin now lined with scars - battle scars well earned by a brave boy. He’s still not as tall as his boyfriend, but he somehow got even more broad and muscly, this was evidenced when he was helping you with the baby's nursery and just… picked up the crib. With one arm. Megumi soon insisted that he and Yuuji were tired and going to his room to ‘bed’ that night, after that show of casual strength.

Megumi - your darling boy, well, man. 18 now and tall and long limbed as ever, all sharp corners and piercing eyes. The months after the culling games were tough, on everyone. But Megumi - he suffered deeply. The mental scaring of almost killing his dad, hurting you and the torture of being trapped inside a psychopath for weeks on end - and most of all, of being in the body that killed his sister. You moved him and Yuuji back into your house, Nobara too because as much as she enjoyed her new relationship with Maki - she couldn’t sleep without knowing the boys were safe and near. She felt immeasurable guilt for not being with Yuuji and Megumi early in the Culling Games and for the injuries that Yuuji saw her almost succumb to. She spent most of her week at the cottage, and the other few days with her girlfriend - healing together.

On the really dark nights, you and Satoru would wake to pained sobs - sometimes Yuuji, who would wake thrashing, and sometimes Megumi would wake frozen in fear. Many nights, they would wake to the same noises from inside your own room. You two had each other, and you tried to stress the importance of relying on each other to all the kids. Recovery wasn’t linear, but it could be helped with love and care.

There were a few nights, you’d wake to being poked by Yuuji, a solemn look on his face and in turn you’d wake up Satoru, you’d nod to Yuuji who would leave the room and come back with a bundle of limbs in his arms. Some nights, Megumi would get so frozen with memories that all he wanted was to be with you and Satoru - so like you did when he was a little boy, you put him in between you both and fell back asleep. You always offered to Yuuji to stay, and sometimes he did - but most times he would go and curl up beside Nobara in her room. He knew Megumi was safe with you two, so he would stay with his platonic soulmate - ever the protector.

Satoru’s wounds healed, leaving scars, pink and shimmering on his pale skin which you took care to kiss every night, grateful for how hard he fought to come home to you.

Two weeks after Yuuji killed Kenjaku, and everything was over - you, Shoko, and Gojo all stood together on the plot of land behind the cottage, a nice, secluded space under a Sakura tree.

The earth was covered in snowdrops, a black marble slate sat on the ground, with gold lettering.

here sleeps suguru geto, our very best friend and deeply loved dad.

You all cried, the three of you the surviving members of your school years. Yet, a part of it was sweet. Finally, after all this time - Suguru was home. He was back where he belonged, the birthplace of the reformation of Jujutsu society, with his family, who wordlessly accepted him and his two girl's home – where he was happy before the darkness became too much.

You three built a bench beside the memorial that day too, with a smaller memorial sign for the twins, they never had a surname – so you wrote them as Nanako and Mimiko Geto. It had been years since you or Satoru had seen the girls, and even then, only Shoko knew about that day. The day you texted his number thinking it would be blocked, two weeks after the village massacre, and after he left Satoru outside of the KFC. You told him you had clothes, shoes, and toys for the girls. Satoru could not face him, so you went alone, a secret kept between you and Satoru and Shoko. You met him and the girls in a nice, quiet park. Most of them were things from when you were a child, collected from your mother’s house (you think she knew). You played with the girls for a while, looking at Suguru with pleading eyes as you introduced yourself to them as their Aunty Y/N - a sign to him that this could be fixed, he could come him – the elders could be dealt with. You knew it was a failure before you said it. If your boyfriend couldn’t bring him home, then you stood no chance. He smiled at you, sadly but thankful for the unspoken offer. The girls didn’t need to hear the anger or the truth. When it got dark, it was time to leave. You said goodbye. The final goodbye, and you knew it. You said ‘goodbye, onii-chan' and he responded in kind, then left. You did not see him again until that day in the alley.

Now, here, at the cottage; Shoko could sit for a smoke with him, Satoru could come to annoy him and so you could bring his nieces and nephews to say hello. Scattering his ashes by the cottage the family congregated within only felt right. You asked him to watch over you all.

There was no shortage of funerals after the war.

You, Satoru, Akio, and Megumi held a private memorial in your home for Tsumiki. There was no body to bury - so you set up a small garden of all her favourite flowers in the grounds of the cottage where you raised her, where she made flower crowns and played with her brother.

After that - was Nanami. You and Satoru and Yuuji warped to Malaysia after his cremation, to scatter his ashes on a quiet, secluded beach. You all drank a glass of whiskey on the beach before it was time to go home. After clearing out his apartment, you found a spare of his tie and folded it, placing it in a box with a pair of his glasses and his favourite whiskey glass - and you handed it to Yuuji. He was so deeply loved, by all of you - but Yuuji was his student, his prodigy.

It was decided that since most of the old Jujutsu Society was gone, it was time to restructure. Utahime took over Kyoto, Todo and Noritoshi now acting as teachers. In Tokyo, the job of principal was between you and Satoru. You quickly told him it should be him, without question, and you would become the lead teacher. Shoko was offered a teaching position but quickly scoffed at the notion, saying corpses were still more her style. You needed another teacher, apart from you and Yuuta, who was still training under you part time. So, you and Satoru mutually agreed that a perfect candidate was one Choso Kamo, who hastily agreed, happy to be able to stay close to his brother. Hakari would occasionally pop in, help out for days - and took over for you on maternity leave. Jujutsu society would change now. A complete restructure.

A reformation.

The new higher ups consisted of Satoru, you, Utahime, Noritoshi Kamo, Yuuta, Maki and Toge said he would step up the the plate in a few years time.

Everyone knew what happened to the old higher ups. Everyone knew who killed them.

Nobody sought retaliation.

Nobody mourned.

In the present, you stepped into the room decorated yesterday by you and Yuuji. A big banner with ‘Happy 20th Birthday!’ Was hung on the wall, with cakes and cupcakes and lots of snacks laid across the dining table. Music was playing from Maki’s speaker, who sat frowning, but letting Nobara place a party hat on her anyway. Panda is sneaking a cupcake in the back corner, and you pretend not to notice.

You look around the room, delighting in the sight of your husband and Yuuji blowing up balloons in a competition of who can get theirs the biggest (they both burst). Megumi is sitting beside them, smirk on his face as he lets his baby sister play with his long fingers and use them as a teething chew. You look around for Akio, who had sprinted inside to look for his ‘uncle soso.’ It didn’t take long to locate him, but it wasn’t by sight but rather by a delighted squeal and a giggle coming toward you.

“Mama! Uncle soso has sweeties! He say ask mama if I can share too?” A voice cries as it barrels into your leg.

You look toward the kitchen door and see a smiling Choso with a plate of mochi, looking fondly at the toddler on your leg.

“Okay, baby. Thank you for asking, and what do we say to Uncle Soso?” You say, picking him up to walk toward the favourite uncle.

“Tank you, uncle soso.” Your adorable little man says, holding his arms toward the man in signal of hoping to be transferred from your hip to his.

“You spoil that boy, Choso Kamo.” You say, not an ounce of anger in your voice.

“Maybe.” He smiles sheepish and shrugs, head peeking around your shoulder to look around.

“Are you looking for your goddaughter?” You ask.

“Where is she?” He perks up, and your reminded of a puppy hearing the word treat.

“Megumi has her. They’re with ‘toru and your brother.” You smile, giving him a kiss on the cheek as he walks toward the boys with Akio and the mochi in his arms.

A fatal mistake really.

He’s about to sit on a sofa with a plate of Mochi and two Gojo boys?

He won’t get any. But you think he’s okay with that.

After what you’ve come to call the war, Choso had become an indispensable part of the family. Loyal, kind, and caring - he fit in like a perfect puzzle piece. Easily making friends with Megumi (who he calls his brother-in-law), living easily as a comrade and trusted friend of your husband and easily melding into the baby brother you never had. Even though he’s about 120 years older than you.

When Akio arrived back in the country with your mother after the fighting had ceased, you and Satoru refused to let him out of your sight for weeks, Akio had protested but you had taken to having him sleep in your room until eventually you both felt safe enough to let the poor boy go back to his star-themed bedroom in peace.

That was until about 3am, when you woke up to the bedroom door opening and your husband coming in with a sleeping toddler in his arms. He needed him near, just like how he felt comforted by the soft snores coming from Megumi’s room. You said nothing, just smiled and scooted over so you wrap your little boy between you.

Megumi joined at 4am.

About 3 months after the final fight, you both put Akio to bed one night. Megumi had gone back to the dorms, recovering, and enjoying the idea of being just a student again. Satoru’s arm around your waist as you looked at his sleeping figure on his teddy bear print bedsheets. Wild white hair sticking in all directions a carbon copy of his dad.

“Princess?” He said, forehead on your hair.

“Yes, ‘toru.” You hoped he was going to say what you were also thinking.

“Let’s have another one.” He said, tilting your chin to look at him with those long fingers.

“Okay.” You smile and let him scoop you up and March you to your bedroom.

Six weeks later: there were two lines on the stick.

This time - Satoru hadn’t noticed. Maybe because his six eyes were still recovering, or maybe because the baby inside you had your cursed energy, so it just looked like yours. The day you did the test, you went to a bakery at lunchtime to grab some treats.

“I got some treats for breakfast tomorrow, since it’s a Saturday. Megumi is going out with Yuuji for breakfast, so he won’t be here.” You say, as Satoru comes back into the kitchen from putting Akio to bed.

You push the box toward him.

“Oh pastries! Are these mine?” He asks.

“Eh! No! There’s one each.” You laugh at him.

“Well then there’s two for me, because there’s four. One for Akio, one for you and two for me!” He claps.

“No, ‘toru. There’s one each.” You smile, wondering when he will catch on.

“But ‘Gumi won’t be here?” He asks, puzzled and eager.

“We still need four.” You smirk a little.

You see him frown and the cogs turn in his head? One for George the Cat? No…

His head snaps up.

“Wait! Princess…?” He takes the kitchen in one stride and kneels in front of you, and you nod, smiling.

“Really? You’re sure?” He asks, staring at your belly.

You think now is time for the best pun of your life. You reach into your pocket and take out the test.

“Positive.” You giggle, tears lining your lashes - and Satoru’s too.

He leans his head into your belly, tears soaking your shirt.

7 and a half months later, you went into labour during movie night. Megumi insisted on coming to the infirmary with you and Satoru in case anything happened. Yuuji and Nobara were on a mission, so you picked up your phone.

It barely rang once.

“Hey, Cho. We um… need a favour.” You speak.

“Is everyone alright?” The perpetually sleepy voice asks.

“Yeah, it’s just we need someone to watch Akio… I - um, well the baby’s coming.” You say, wincing through a contraction.

You all drive to the school, where Shoko is waiting to deliver your second child and Choso comes running out of his on-campus staff apartment, scooping up your son who was delighted at getting to see his Uncle Soso.

13 hours later, there was life.

New life. A beautiful, vibrant, fresh life. A beautiful little girl, perfect and tiny with a shock of pale white hair.

She cried. You cried. Satoru cried. Shoko cried.

Megumi went to collect Akio, and you asked him to bring Choso too after you and the baby were both cleaned up.

The toddler barrelled into the room, Megumi behind him.

“Baby sister! Baby sister! I want my baby sister! Oh, hi mama and papa, move - I want to see sister.” He mumbles - mind singularly focused on what he had been waiting for.

You laughed, and Satoru too. Megumi shrugged, after planting a kiss on your cheek and asking if you were okay (still a mama’s boy even at 18).

“It’s a joint sentiment.” Your eldest agrees with the bouncing toddler.

You scoot over on the bed, and Satoru (teary eyed) places a bundle into your arms. Megumi gingerly sits beside you on one side, and Satoru scoops Akio onto his lap on your other side.

“Boys, we’d like you to meet your baby sister. This - is Mirai.” You smile at them, both looking equally entranced.

“She’s… so tiny, and so pretty.” Megumi whispers.

“Papa - is she sleepin’?” Akio whispers.

As if on cue, the baby opens her eyes.

Akio gasps, looking to his dad for permission to get closer. Satoru nods with a note to be gentle with sister and mama. Your usually boisterous boy crawls to sit on your lap, putting his hand on his sisters.

“Hi baby sister.” He whispers. “I brother. Big brother. Like ‘Gumi my big brother. I keep baby sister safe, and will play with you, and let you have snacks and give you hugs and kisses. I Akio, but mama and papa call me Kio lots. They all things that ‘Gumi and Uncle soso say big brother do, and they are bestest big brothers to me and Jiji. (The name he has for Yuuji, who adores it).’

Holding your little girl in your arms, with all three of your boys looking at you both with so much love - you think that everything was worth it. For this moment, for this feeling and for this family. Every wound, every fight - it was for them. Everyone you lost, you know they’re looking at you all now from wherever they are and smiling and vowing to keep this family safe.

“Is Choso here?” You ask Megumi who has gingerly been passed the baby by Satoru.

“He’s outside, he wanted to wait until he was invited in.” He whispers, not sparing a glance at anything but his little sister.

You turn to Satoru, who nods and goes to open the door and usher the other man in.

You both placed the highest level of trust in Choso. Satoru being eternally grateful to the man for holding you back from running to his injured body when he fought Sukuna, for caring for Yuuji in his darkest days, for being a pillar of strength and support when you both needed it. For you, you felt like the support and friendship, and recognition as Y/N and Satoru that Choso gave you - not just the Six Eyes and the Dryad - was priceless. Plus - he’d never seen a newborn baby. He didn’t even know how babies were born. You and Satoru had to teach him a lot.

“Hi Choso. Thank you for minding this little squirt.” You say, nodding to Akio.

Choso just stood, speechless and slack jawed.

It reminded you of Yuuji when you first showed him an ultrasound of Akio.

Brothers.

“Uncle soso - this is baby sister! Look! She has fingers!” Akio says, crawling across you to point at the baby in Megumi’s arms.

He says nothing.

“D’ya wanna hold her, bud?” Satoru says, smiling at the dumbfounded man.

He just nods.

“Okay - arms out, keep her head secure.” Megumi says side eye and smirk to Satoru as he parrots the words his dad said to him when Akio was born.

The little girl is placed in Choso’s arms.

“She’s… so small.” He speaks.

“Takes after her mama.” Satoru says, kissing your head.

“Everyone is small to you, Jack the beanstalk.” You roll your eyes.

That day, you asked Yuuta and Choso to both be Mirai’s Godfathers. Choso silently took on the uncle role with Akio too - who had lost his own godfather not so long ago, his beloved Uncle Nanamin.

The door to the party room opened, too early to be the birthday boy and the sound of heels clicking alerted you to snap your head up.

“Koko!” You say, running and throwing your arms around you best friend.

“Jesus, you’re almost as bad as Sator - OOF.” Her complaint was quickly cut off by a white haired, 6ft5 man barrelling into her and shouting ‘Yay, Shoko!’ and no less than 5 seconds later her knees were encircled by smaller arms attached to a boy shouting ‘Aunty Koko!’.

Shoko resigns herself to being smothered by the Gojo’s and just huffs a hello.

“Mirai, Megs, you’re the best of the bunch.” She shrugs toward Megumi who’s still holding the baby.

“We love Aunty Koko! Don’t we, ‘kio?!” You and Satoru encourage.

“Aunty Koko!” He parrots, nuzzling her legs as she ruffles his hair.

“Alright kid, I love you too. Satoru, put this on the table.” She says, unceremoniously throwing a box terribly wrapped toward him.

She plonks down on the sofa with Megumi and Choso.

“What’s this, the emo convention?” She smirks and you, Satoru and Yuuji just burst out in hysterical laughter.

Nobara’s voice calls out.

“Guys! They’re here, they’re just pulling up now. Gojo-sensei, find somewhere to hide that you can fit!” She frantically shouts, dragging Maki into a corner with her.

You grab Megumi and Mirai, falling behind the kitchen door where Akio is in Satoru’s arms, both giggling.

The lights are turned off, and you can hear voices muffled from outside the door before it swings open.

“SURPRISE!” You all shout and sing, much to the alarm of the birthday boy who also screams.

“Oh my god! What is this?! What are you all doing here?! Toge, did you know about this?” Yuuta spills.

Toge just shrugs and smirks.

“Happy birthday, Senpai!” Says Yuuji, before almost breaking every bone in Yuuta’s body with a crushing hug.

“Happy birthday, Okkotsu.” Megumi nods, with a small smile and a bro hug.

“Happy birthday, shrimp.” Maki says, hugging her best friend.

“Happy birthday, Okkotsu! Your gifts are on the table!” From Nobara.

You, Satoru, the kids, Shoko and Choso watch as all the students clamour to greet the birthday boy before he somehow manages to make his way over to you all as Yuuji begins to dish out the immeasurable amount of food he’s made for the occasion.

“Sensei? Y/N? The babies too?! Hi babies!” He greets with a wide smile.

“Happy birthday, Yuuta!” Gojo says, wrapping him in a hug and picking him up off the ground.

“Happy 20th, honey.” You say, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Happy birthday Yuuta!” Says Akio from Choso’s arms, where he doesn’t stay for long as he launches himself at Yuuta.

Mirai is babbling in your arms, and you presume she shares the sentiment of her big brother being an eerie mixture of her parents,

“Happy birthday, kid. Enjoy your 20s.” Shoko says, with a wink.

“Thank you, guys, this is amazing. I went to the arcade with Toge and I thought that would be that no wonder he insisted on playing more dance dance revolution!” He laughed.

After cakes had been eaten and candles blown out, gifts unwrapped and games won - everyone was sat around the room, about to watch a film.

Mirai was asleep on her dad’s chest, curled up with his arm supporting her. You were tucked into his other side, as he pressed kisses into the crown of your head. Megumi had his arm around Yuuji on your other side as he lay his feet on your lap. Nobara and Maki were cuddled up on the armchair, with Toge resting his head on Yuuta’s lap on the floor below. Akio had insisted on sitting with Uncle Soso and Aunty Koko on one of the other sofas, as he ate some cake.

You sighed and smiled, looking at the raven-haired boy, now all grown up on your left - happy, healing, safe and in love. He’s a man now, he’ll be 19 in just under a year and you find it crazy to think that was the age you and Satoru were when you adopted him and Tsumiki.

You look at Akio, curled into a blanket between his aunt and uncle, Shoko on the verge of sleep and Choso smiling at whatever nonsense Yuuji was talking. Your youngest son, your sweet copy of Satoru. You say all the best parts of you both in him, all bravery and kindness and endless love with added strength and loyalty, and every inch as clever as his elder brother too. His Snow White hair is long, tied in a little bun on top of his head and his bright, shiny blue eyes a copy and paste of his dad’s.

Then, there’s your little girl. The life brought into this world reigniting hope and joy in so many lives. The fruit of what you all fought for. Her chubby cheeks, rosy with teething snuggles into her father’s broad, strong chest as she drools all over him as she sleeps soundly. Where Akio is a Mama’s boy, Mirai is her papa’s girl. Her white curls are framing her perfect little face, with matching lashes laying across her sleeping face.

Then, there’s him.

Akio and Miria’s papa.

Megumi and Tsumiki’s adopted dad.

The new principal of Jujutsu High.

The man who shouldered the world for love.

Your husband.

Your soulmate.

Your ‘toru.

The light, love, and joy in your life since you were 16 years old. The man who you fall deeper in love with every day and the second part of your soul. Your heart, your lover, the fire in your veins. Two adopted kids, many unofficial kids and two copies of you both later, you’re both still here. Fighting your way to each other and for each other, and side by side building bonds deeper than gold. The sexiest, most beautiful man you have ever imagined existing. The love of your life. The way he looks at you, still flusters you.

You catch his eyes. 14 years, and a lifetime more.

He looks at you. His wife, his best friend, the missing piece of his heart. The most beautiful, hottest girl he’s ever seen with all his six eyes, the mother of his children and his right-hand woman. His rock, his crutch, his confidant and partner in crime. The woman he would shoulder the earth for. The new main teacher at Tokyo Jujutsu Tech. His love grows every day for you, something he didn’t think was possible. His princess.

You whisper you love him.

He replies he loves you too.

You were all chatting as the movie loaded, waiting for it to buffer.

“When the fuck is movie starting?!” Came a tiny voice.

All heads snapped to Akio, hands on his hips, staring at the screen.

“Who taught our son to swear?” Gojo breathes, holding back a laugh.

“Fuck’s sake.” You mutter, smiling - without thinking.

“Fuck’s sake.” Akio mimics.

“Ah, shit.” Gojo groans.

“Shit.” Parrots the toddler.

“Well, jury’s out but I think it might have been his parents.” Megumi smirks.

The room bursts into raucous laughter, and amidst it all the movie starts.

It serves as background noise, a lullaby, a point of focus. A family made of many mismatched pieces - a pool of trust, of reliance, of hope and comfort - created and moulded in the image of a couple, of two sides of one coin, two halves of one whole: her ‘toru. His Princess.

[swiss-mrs]

Black Velvet

Captain Syverson x Country Singer!Reader

Word Count: 3.1K

Unhinged delulus as usual, Fluff AF

Warnings: Brief Song Lyrics (?), Songs Linked in Fic, Sy is in his mid-thirties.

Reader/Unnamed Character Description: No Descriptions Beyond Clothing (Modern Western/Ranchera Wear), No Mentions of Age, Race, Ethnicity, Etc., No Use of Y/N, She/Her Pronouns, Mentioned as "woman" and "lady"

Synopsis: Sy and his hometown friends go out to a bar, and surprise surprise it's karaoke night. This beautiful cowgirl stands out from the rest when she goes up to absolutely nail one of Sy's Greatest Hits.

Pt. 2, as highly requested

“Good to have you back, bud!” a hand claps down on Sy's muscle hardened shoulder with a squeeze as the small group of men walk into a bar.

“Next up, we have,” an announcer says into the mic, “Tanner George singin’ 'That's My Kind Of Night'.'' The boys stop short as soon as they walk through the door, it swinging closed behind them.

“Aye! You ain't say nothin’ about no karaoke.”

“Come on, man. Does it look like I knew?” Sy's friends bicker back and forth.

“Yo, let's just make this stop number one. Make fun of the hogs on stage over a few beers then move on to the next.” a third and final voice rings out. The blonde cowboy pushes through the crew and heads straight to a booth near the bar, farthest away from the stage. The other two friends continue bickering under their breaths as they follow. Sy chuckles and shakes his head, rolling his eyes at the boys.

The plaid shirt man on stage wasn't terrible, but it was obvious he was no singer. Must've been the beer that got him up there.

As Sy walked back to the now occupied booth, he noticed a group of girls whooping and hollering at the man on stage, one of the girls wearing a tiara and “Birthday Girl” sash. He raises a brow at them before averting his gaze.

The boys get their first round of pints just as the man making an ass of himself stumbles off stage. A couple of minutes go by of them shooting the shit, catching up, long enough for three girls from that birthday party to go up and absolutely bucher Shania twice in a row. The boys needed another round alone just to get through it.

Just as they were about to reach the bottom of their 3rd round, the announcer came back up. “Alriigghht, thank you ladies. Next up,” He announces the next act, a soloist, before disappearing stage right. A beautiful woman with a pristine cowboy hat, ironed bootcut jeans, and long sleeve button down shirt tied off in the front. You were breathtaking to say the least.

As soon as Sy catches sight of you, the laughs and voices of his buddies fall on deaf ears. He is utterly focused on you, suddenly and anxiously awaiting your performance.

As you close in on the mic, two girls at the bar start cheering you on. He lets his eyes wander from you to glance at the bar. “You go, girl!” That must be who you came here with, Sy figures.

As the first guitar riff plays through the speakers, Sy's eyes are immediately back on you, catching the tail end of your bashful smile and shake of your head. Good choice, he thought, nodding with an impressed frown.

It doesn't take long for you to start moving to the heavy beat with a scrunched nose. Your friends start going off like crazed fangirls, spurring you on.

“Mississippi in the middle of a dry spell,

Jimmy Rogers on the Victrola up high.” Sy's brows shoot up underneath the bill of his trucker cap. He didn't have many expectations, but that was not what he was expecting. You could sing, like actually sing. You weren't even looking at the screen for lyrics. Your eyes were up, staring at the wall across the bar. It was like you were singing out into an invisible arena, confident and gone to the music.

He was so entranced by your performance that he didn't catch when a question was thrown to him by his friends, trying to include him in their conversation. As soon as they turned to him and realized he paid them no mind, their eyes followed his gaze to you. To say they were impressed was an understatement. They murmured amongst themselves, devising an untold plan.

“Ow!” one of your friends whoop during the instrumental break between the chorus and second verse, the other letting out a whistle.

“Up in Memphis, the music's like a heatwave.” You look out at the crowd of the bar.

“White lightning, bound to drive you wild.” Everyone's returning your gaze.

“Mama's baby's in the heart of every schoolgirl

‘Love Me Tender’ leaves 'em cryin' in the aisle.” Multiple patrons now join in the cheering, bopping their heads and taping silver rings on their pint glasses.

“The way he moved, it was a sin, so sweet and true

Always wanting more,” Your eyes make their way to Sy's direction, stopping his heart for a moment.

“He'd leave you longing for

Black velvet and that little boy's smile

Black velvet with that slow southern style

A new religion that'll bring ya to your knees

Black velvet if you please.” Sy couldn't be sure if you were actually looking at him from this distance, but, Lord almighty, whether you could see him or not did not change the effect you had on him. Unbeknownst to him, his blond buddy made his way out the booth and towards the bar to the girls cheering you on.

“Evenin’, ladies.” The two girls take their attention off your singing and to the man who now stood beside them.

“Hi.” “Heyyy.” They reply at the same time, one a bit more flirty than the other. He puts on his charm, leading against the bar with a heart stopping grin, showing off his perfect teeth.

“I'm assumin’ y'all are together?” he motions to the girls and to you on stage. They both nod.

“And what's it to ya?” Your friend asks with a raised brow, dropping her flirtatious ways and going straight into suspicion. Her change doesn't falter the cowboy'. He had an objective.

“Well, ya see, my friend over there in the trucker hat,” He points behind him, the girls’ eyes following his finger. “seems to be a bit smitten by your girl up there.” He nods in your direction. “He may not look it, but he's a bit, uh… reserved.” He pauses, “He just got back from a tour in Iraq, and I just know he won't have the balls to go up to her himself.” The girls glance at each other, having a silent conversation. Physically, he was totally your type, hell he was everyone's type. “Figured you girls would know best. You think Ms. American Idol would be interested?” he asks. The girls nod to each other.

“She's interested.” They say in sync. 

“He's totally her type.” The cowboy's grin widens at the girl's confirmation. He nods.

“Alright, that's what I like to hear.” He smirks. “I'll send him over.” He winks and tips his hat as a farewell gesture before heading back to his booth. The other two boys watched him. He gives them a nod and two thumbs up as he walks towards them.

You finish the last few add libs to your set as the music fades out. As soon as the track stops, the entire bar erupts with cheers and applause. Though everyone was loud, you could still hear your two friends over the rest. It brings a big smile to your face. You do a small bow and leave the stage, swapping places with the announcer. “Alright! How ‘bout that! Looks like we got ourselves a local superstar in the house!” You look down, trying to hide your warming face under your hat.

You make it back to your spot next to your girls at the bar, them greeting you with obnoxious screams and cheer. “You rocked it!” “Now, was that so hard?” they speak over each other. You roll your eyes.

“Alright, alright. Hush before you get us kicked out.” You stare down at your drink meekly.

“Oh, please! They’re going to have to pay to keep us here after that show!” You laugh at your friends’ antics, taking a sip of your drink and adjusting your hat apprehensively.

“Excuse me, ladies.” The cowboy returns with a broad shouldered, bearded man. Your eyes immediately gravitate towards the man. There’s something almost comedic about how someone who just naturally seems to demand attention and authority looks to be attempting to take up as little space as possible. “What a performance. You sure got a talent on your hands.” The cowboy says to you, grabbing your attention. Your brows raise.

“Oh, wow. Well, thank you. I appreciate it.” Your eyes dance back and forth between the cowboy and the bearded man. An overwhelming desperation comes over you, wanting nothing more in that moment than for him to look at you. The cowboy nudges him in the ribs, nearly making him spill the beer in his glass.

“Ain’t a thing. You must’ve put my buddy under a spell or somethin’.” He chuckles, giving him a stern look, making you smile curiously.

“That so…” You playfully squint over at the man with a small smile. He finally finds your eyes. As soon as his gaze falls upon you, it's like he can’t remove himself from your eye contact.

“Good choice.” His deep southern accent rings through your ears. You could’ve sworn a horse just kicked a hole through your chest. It takes a beat or so for your mind to start working again.

“Thanks.” You say shyly as soon as the air returns to your lungs

“Well, us boys got us a booth over there.” The cowboy cuts in, pointing over to a round table containing two other guys. “You girls are more than welcome to come sit with us, if you’d like.” Before you could say anything, your friends answer for you.

“Sounds good to me, handsome.” Your friend flirts, already grabbing her drink glass and sliding out of her seat. The cowboy smiles down at her with his charming grin, offering his elbow. She threads her arm through his with a smile.

“Sy, you mind grabbing us another round?” The cowboy asks as he starts walking back to the table with your girls. Just as you were about to follow the three of them, your other friend holds up a hand to stop you in your tracks.

“You stay and help him.” You give her a suspicious glare, but all she does is wink and follow the other two to the booth. Now that you and Sy are all alone, you fall into an awkward silence. You turn to lean your elbows up against the bar, Sy is quick to follow, standing next to you. He leans his side against the wooden bar top.

“You from around here?” He asks, breaking the silence. He internally cringes at the cheesy line choice. You look down and start fiddling with your drink glass.

“Not precisely. I just moved here for a job opportunity, staying with my friends until I find my own place. You?” He nods.

“Yeah, born and raised. I just got back from Iraq.” Your brows shoot up as you whip your head toward him.

“Military?” You ask. He nods in response. “Army?” You guess, he nods again. “Well, sir, thank you for your service.” You offer a small smile. He chuckles.

“Thank you. Comin’ back to a free concert was a great surprise.” He says with a smile, holding eye contact with you. Jesus, have mercy. That smile is going to lay you out. You lick your lips, biting back a smile. You blink slowly at him.

“Who said anything about free?” You raise a brow and give him a teasing smile. He chuckles again, looking down bashful before looking back to your eyes.

“You’re right. Sorry, I shouldn’t assume. You take card?” He throws back.

“CashApp.” You squint playfully. You two smile at each other before dropping the act, laughing down at your drinks. “So, Sy is it?”

“Yes, ma’am. Captain Syverson, but Sy is just fine.” He says with a smile. You do everything in your power not to drop to the floor. You nod with a smile. Your eyes bounce between his eyes, down to his smiling lips, then back up to his eyes. You could’ve sworn something shifts in his gaze for a second.

“Well, Captain,” your chin tilts down, and you glance up at him. Your wide eyed innocence and use of his title makes his eyes squint in the slightest. Do you even know how you just filled his veins with fire? “How long you been in?”

“Joined in ‘05. Didn’t have much goin’ for me at 22, so Army it was. Been in for ‘bout 13 years. Was gonna be promoted to a Major about two years ago, but I like where I’m at now.” He shrugs. You tilt your head curiously.

“You turned down a promotion that would’ve gotten you out of gunfire?” You furrow your brows. He chuckles and nods, averting his gaze to his near empty beer.

“Well, when you say it like that, it makes me feel crazy.”

“You an adrenaline junky or something?” You say with an airy laugh. He shrugs with a smile.

“I don’t know about that. Havin’ bullets flyin’ at your head seems a bit extreme for just an ‘adrenaline junky’. I’d say it’s more so about my men. Gettin’ up to Major seemed a little too impersonal when you’re playin’ with mens’ lives, you know?” You nod.

“So you’re a big softy then.” You smile. He chuckles, fixing his jaw and shaking his head.

“Don’t say that too loud.” Your smile grows.

“Why not? I think it’s cute.” His gaze finds yours with that smile.

“Yeah, I’m sure the guys would find it cute, too.” He shakes his head, letting his eyes flutter closed. “I’d never live it down.” You let out a small laugh through your nose. “Enough ‘bout me. How long you been singin’? Are you enjoying your new town?” You take in a deep breath at just the mention of the last stressful few months.

“It’s been quite a ride, let me tell you.” You sigh out. You and Sy spend the next half hour getting to know each other, exchanging smiles, laughs, and the occasional longing glance. You both quickly find that talking to one another is like catching up with an old friend, awkward at first but so easy once you get going. The cowboy from earlier comes back up to bring a hand down on Sy’s back with a loud smack, grabbing both yours and Sy’s attention.

“Sorry to interrupt, but the boys are getting antsy. We’re gonna head out to the next bar. See you outside?” You raise your brows slightly, a bit dejected knowing your time with the handsome army man was coming to an end. Sy’s shoulders drop ever so slightly. He lets out a small sigh and nods.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’ll be out in a minute.” He responds, depleted. The cowboy turns his attention to you.

“It was nice meetin’ you, little lady. Thank you for the great song. Your friends said somethin’ ‘bout goin’ to the ladies room. Should be meetin’ you back over here once they’re out. Enjoy the rest of your night.” He nods to you with a kind smile in a very cowboy-like fashion, tilting his hat. You mimic his gesture, tilting your hat right back as a farewell. He walks off, heading to the two others outside.

You and Sy stay with each other in a short comfortable silence, both trying to find your next words.

“It was nice meeting you.” “Can I get your number?” You both say at the same time. You share a smile. “Yes.” “Likewise.” You both laugh.

“OK, stop that.”

“I wasn’t tryin’.” He shoots back, faking offense. You giggle. God, what he would do to hear that again.

“You got a phone or a pen?” You ask with a bright smile. He chuckles and nods, reaching for the back pocket of his Wrangler jeans.

“Yeah, here.” He unlocks his phone and pulls up a draft for a new contact, handing it to you. You take it with a smile, filling out the empty slots before handing it back to him. He looks down at the contact and furrows his brows with a grin. He cocks his head to the side.

“Aka Karaoke Cowgirl?” He questions, referencing the ending addition to your name. You nod with a smile.

“So you don’t forget which girl I am.” He gives you another one of his earth shattering smiles and shakes his head.

“I won’t. Matter of fact,” He clicks a couple things before holding the phone up in front of his face, leaning back a little. You hear the phone’s imitation camera shutter go off. “There.” He looks down at the new contact photo. You furrow your brows and scrunch up your nose.

“What? Wait! I wasn’t ready!” You object. He shakes his head, smiling down at the picture.

“No, no. It’s perfect. A little blurry but I got that pretty little smile of yours.” Your jaw goes slack and you give him a look of disbelief. You glare at him but can’t keep a warm cheek smile from growing.

“You better call me.” You squint harder. He smiles at your cute, ‘intimidating’ expression.

“I will. Don’t want you huntin’ me down.” He replies playfully with a raised brow. He’s just so- My goddess, does he know how handsome he is? You could stare in each other's eyes forever but you’re abruptly interrupted by a sharp whistle. You both turn to find the cowboy waving down Sy towards the exit. Sy gives the man a tight jawed look before his eyes soften to you. “Unfortunately, I gotta go.” You nod with a small, sad smile.

“Okay,” Just in time, you see your friends behind Sy, rounding the corner from the bathrooms and walking toward you. The feeling of a calloused, rough hand gliding around yours pulls your attention back to the man in front of you. You look up at him as he brings your hand up to his lips, giving your knuckles a soft kiss. Your lips part and your eyes widen ever so slightly, and he struggles to bite back a smirk.

“Enjoy the rest of your night, darlin’. I’ll talk to you later.” He gives you a charming grin, before bringing your hand down, giving it a squeeze before walking away. You stand there shell shocked, watching him leave. Your friends rush up to your squealing, but you can’t take your eyes off him. He turns back to get a final glance at you before exiting.

“Ahh!” “Oh My God!”

“Holy Fuck!” “Jesus Christ!”

“Ahhh!” “AHHHH!” Your friends talk over each other with screams, getting a smile out of you.

“Oh my goodness, will you two shut up!?” You yell back with an eye roll and smile.

“Oh my god. The way he kissed your hand?”

“Those eyes!”

“That smile!”

“Those muscles!”

“That was so hot! Ugh!” You let out a hearty laugh at your friends’ back and forth. You roll your eyes and look towards the door with a longing look.

“Yeah, he was pretty hot…”

My first Sy fic 🥺💕

Sy would DEFINITELY take that promotion to get out of harms way once you are in a long-term relationship/married and/or with children. 😘

[lcandothisallday]

Hi sarah!! I was thinking what if you wrote Jeremy and reader being enemies to lovers but Jeremy never hated her, in fact he always liked her since high school and would try to impress her but it always went wrong which is why she thinks he hates her. Like him trying to show off in the gym at school and accidentally hits reader in the face with the ball and thats just how it all starts. 😮‍💨 That was alot but I think you could write this very well. If not, that’s okay too.

- 🌎anon

i fully didn’t do this request justice and it’s not edited properly so i apologize to all of you😩

Fool for you - Jeremy (WMCJ) x f!reader

You couldn't help your cringe as you entered your new gym. Money was tight so you had to downgrade which wasn't all that bad truth be told, but the sleezy men who kept staring at you and making crude comments as you walked by irked you beyond compare.

With a sigh, you put in your AirPods and play your music before you begin with the stairmaster. As you're climbing, from the corner of your eye you notice a man walking around with a massive bag and bottles of drinks that did not look FDA approved what so over.

You watched in curiosity as he stopped in front of every member, holding the drink up and promoting it like his life depended on it. It wasn't until you got a closer look at who the man was that your eyes widened.

"Oh hell no," you mutter under your breath, slowing down on the stairmaster. There he was--in all his odd hippy glory--Jeremy from high school, the same Jeremy that hated your guts and you never understood why.

You had always thought he was cute all throughout high school, his boyish charm, his curly hair and adorable dimpled smile--mixed with the fact that he was a basketball player, of course you had a little crush on him.

But he always made sure to show you he didn't feel the same. Emphasis on the show you part. There were countless times where you took a basketball to the head, had a drink spilt all over your school work, or simply teased beyond comprehension all in an attempt to embarrass you because he simply hated you.

When Jeremy finished up with one guy, he scanned the room for his next client victim when his eyes landed on you. His breath got caught in his throat as he watched you climb the stairmaster expertly, your thighs and ass taking the full work out.

With a deep breath, his nerves elated, he fixes his shirt by smoothing it down before he slowly begins approaching you.

Ironically, back in high school, Jeremy also had the fattest crush on you. He tried everything to get you to like him but it just continuously backfired because he was always so clumsy or tripping over his words, embarrassing not just himself--but you in the process too.

As you see the curly haired man approach you, you shake your head and immediately turn off the machine.

"Nope." you say sternly, your hand out to stop him in his tracks, cutting him off before he even got the chance to speak. His mouth was agape and eyes wide.

"I didn't even say nothing yet!" he exclaimed in defence. You scoffed and hopped off of the machine.

"I am not in the mood to get hurt today--whatever you're selling, I don't want it. You'll give me food poisoning," you mutter, shaking your head once again.

Jeremy's cheeks went red with embarrassment. "I wasn't uh...wasn't planning on selling you my detox drinks."

You roll your eyes and stare at the curly haired man with your hands on your hips in annoyance. "Is that what you do now?" you ask mockingly. "Given up on basketball and go around dressed like that selling detox drinks to gym bros?"

Truthfully, you didn't mean to sound that rude. You just weren't in the mood to interact with the guy that made your high school experience just a bit more unbearable.

Hearing your insult made Jeremy bite his lip and look down at his feet momentarily in shame. "Well I mean...wasn't exactly my plan...tore both my ACLs and didn't heal properly so I gotta make money somehow," he mumbled in response.

His response made you feel terrible. "Jeremy I'm sorry. That was rude of me," you apologize softly. "I didn't know."

"How could you?" he muttered sarcastically, causing you to frown.

"Look--you came up to me," you argued, crossing your arms over your chest. “Don’t get all sassy with me now,” you said while frowning.

Jeremy chuckled and ran a nervous hand through his hair. “Look…it’s been a while right? we’ve both matured—so why don’t you come to one of my games?” he suggested. “We can catch up after.”

You look at him in question with a slightly raised brow. You couldn’t deny that the adorable and hopeful expression on his face made your heart flutter ever so slightly. Maybe he has grown.

“Sure why not.”

It’s a few days later and you follow the directions that Jeremy had texted you with the location of where the mini ball games were being held. As you approached the stands and took in your surroundings, you began to feel bad for him. Graduating from highschool, everyone thought he was enroute to playing in the NBA so seeing him have to resort to playing in small competitions to keep his passion alive was something that was a bit disheartening—no doubt the feeling probably worse for him.

When Jeremy saw you take a seat in the first row, his heart beat quickened. “She actually came,” he muttered in disbelief under his breath, not having expected you to show up.

Kamal overheard and chuckled. “That her?” he asked for confirmation, Jeremy nodding. “Bro…no offence but she’s outta your league.”

Jeremy groaned. “Don’t you think I know that?” he whined. “I can never impress her—believe me I’ve tried.”

Kamal smirked as he teasingly patted his friend’s back. “Guess you gotta be on your A game, huh?”

The game went rather smoothly with you watching Jeremy with a smile on your face. He managed to not make a complete fool out of himself and you were impressed to say the least. It was nice to see that he still had game. 

On the final play of the game, Jeremy had the ball. He glanced over at you momentarily, which was possibly the worst idea he could’ve done because his nerves got the best of him and with full force, as he went to take a three, it air balled and hit you right in the head.

Some of the girls in the stands also watching the game, snickered, one even whispering “that had to be on purpose,” to her friend.

With a shake of your head, you begin to walk off, not wanting to give Jeremy the satisfaction. It really did feel like he invited you under false pretences of a truce when in reality his whole plan was to embarrass you again. A sick joke.

“Y/N I’m sorry!” Jeremy exclaimed, running after you and stopping you in your tracks as he gently reached for your arms.

“That one actually fucking hurt Jeremy!” you exclaim, turning to face him which is when he noticed the growing bruise on your forehead. “I get it—you hate me! Does my presence around you evoke some sort of violent behaviour or something?”

Jeremy furrowed his brows in confusion. “I don’t hate you. Your presence actually makes me nervous—”

“Okay well if you don’t hate me then why are you always throwing shit at me?!”

“It’s on accident!”

“Every single time?!??”

Jeremy groaned, “I like you!” he exclaimed in exasperation. “I turn into a Damn fool around you! Can’t talk or walk or play ball—thought I’d grown out of it,” he sighed. “Apparently not.”

You furrowed your brows as you stared at him. He sounded sincere. “You have absolutely zero game you know that?”

“Only around you.”

You tried to keep a serious face but you couldn’t help your small laugh. “You’re ridiculous,” you say with a playful shake of your head. “And the funny thing is I’m actually endeared by you which sucks because I genuinely think if I do something about it—I might end up dead one day with the way you are around me.”

Jeremy cheeks went red and he gave you a shy smile. “I’m hoping that isn’t the case. Let me take you on a proper first date. No basketballs around,” he breathed out.

You can’t hide your amused smile. “One date…to test the waters.”

Jeremy grinned, his hand coming up to access your bruise before his grin turned into a wince in shame. “M’ really sorry about this,” he mumbled.

“You’ll make it up to me.”

[hellsfirekeepsyouwarm]

hi! I just saw your requests are open and I love your writing and was wondering if you can do something with either ghost or gaz where reader is going to school for their masters in communications while working with the 141 and asks them to read their thesis but instead ghost/gaz makes them take a break/go to bed or something? I've been reworking my thesis from this last semester and I'm losing my mind lol....keep up the amazing writing and thank you so much love!

Here To Serve

Hello love! Thanks for coming my way with this ask because i just needed an excuse to write for Gaz. :D Be prepared to be fall in love with this man, i did. I tried to keep it simple, i hope you'll like it.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x Reader

Summary: Gaz finds you glued to you computer, tired an worn out and he takes the matter in his hands.

Uh-oh. It slips out of Kyle's mouth when he stops in front of his flat. He hears the last notes of Rihanna's Umbrella song before some classical takes over, even louder. He can't hear his own keys jingle opening the door, he can hear every instrument from the blasting music, ears already ringing. He can't prepare himself for the sight hat he's about to see.

You are just a small figure on the sofa, completely buried in papers, books and sharpies. And he can't help but chuckle at how lost you look, a manic expression on your troubled face, furiously typing on the keyboard. He's sure if you see him standing there, a smile on his face while you are on the edge of going crazy, you'll bite his head of for being so insensitive. He would watch you longer if the damn music wouldn't rip his brain out.

The room is a mess, and he finds the speaker under another pile of scratched out paper. He just lowers the volume, your head snaps up immediately at the loss of the stimulating background noise.

You look honestly horrifying.

"Oh no. You are home early." You smile, sheepish, almost embarrassed. Your eyes are glossy, makeup smudged over your cheek, messy hair peeking out of his grey hoodie that you are wearing.

You sudden surprise to see him sooner than you thought is quick to dissolve, you start rambling when Gaz sends you that scolding gaze. "Okay, so i had an idea. But that turned out worse than the previous one. So i had to rewrite half of it. But then i realized i may or ma no the original one better, so i..."

"Love.." Gaz puts down the Mexican food he got on his way home, finding his way to you over books and random stuff he wouldn't think about using while preparing for a thesis. Crouching next to you, a soft look easing the tension in your shoulders. "We talked about this."

"But i done it. Seriously." You turn your laptop towards him, to show a folder that was there weeks ago, perfect and ready. "I just need you to read it and tell me what's wrong with it."

Gaz shakes his head with a faint smile. "Oh no, no more of that nonsense. Give it to me."

With that, the computer is out of your reach, his skillful hands stealing it from your iron grip you had on it for hours now. You just now feel your sweaty palms, and an aching back and neck. "No, Kyle, please. I gotta double check if it's okay now."

"You will not do such thing tonight, and if it's up to me, ever." He take the laptop to the other end of the room, saving the folder beforeshutting it down. You want to protest more, but honestly your body is like stone, rooted on the same spot where you sat down in the early afternoon.

He's wearing casual clothes, one of your favorite jacket, that dark brown leather one, his skin is glowing from the wetness of the rain, cologne leaving a scent trail behind. You missed him so much.

You sigh, defeated, you know he won't let you touch anything that is related to your studies.

He walks back to you, your tired eyes searching for comfort in his gaze that he's more than happy to offer with a quick peck on your lips when gets back to you. He brushes the hair out of your face, soft fingertips caressing your skin. He doesn't linger too long, turning to the bag he placed on table, probably finding the only free space on it.

"Hey, where are you going?" You pout, unhappy about his absence in your personal space. He has that calming effect on you, and the loss of it makes your brain tick, circling back to your thesis.

"Uh-uh, do not think about it! I brought food, just gon' grab soda from the fridge and we can dug in, copy?" You nod, starting to arrange the books on the table, pushing everything in a big unstable pile in the middle.

He returns quickly, flashing a wide smile, eyes sparkling with love. You watch him fish out the food from the takeaway bag, the smell of Mexican food hitting your nose. He places mystery food bags in front of, making you wonder what deliciousness is inside them. "There you go, love."

You dive in together, eating in silence, a soft piano and violin duo making some background noise, occasionally letting out some huffs and satisfied hums.

You both watch the other in secret, laughing like teenagers when catching a glimpse of the other staring. Times like this you remember how young you both are, despite the lifes you live. On the field, his youthfulness presents itself as strength in body and mind, in quick reflexes and sharp ideas. At home, he is just a guy, feeding his significant other, making sure they are well rested and cared for. He's an idiot in love.

You inhaled you food while he eats comfortably, no rush in it. So you just memorize this moment, him eating in complete piece, enjoying the flavors, shutting his eyes for a seconds longer, maybe the taste is better that way. You are in awe of how full of life he is, and you would be the happiest person on this earth to keep watching him.

He opens his eyes, the last bite gone too. "Wha?" He's bushing, his accent popping off with the question.

"Nothing." You hold up both your hands, or rather the arms of the hoodie that swallowed your limbs.

Breath caught in his throat every time he sees you in his clothes. Yeah, you wore it ten minutes ago too, when he arrived home, but as your face beams like the rays of sunshine, a stupid smile plastered on your perfect lips, your body hiding under his own clothing, he feels like he's in heaven. His scent hugging your skin, the thought that you are so cozy in his clothes is just intoxicating. Makes his heart skip a beat.

"Come 'ere." That voice, raspy like in the mornings, when hes turned on, or when his emotions strike him at once. He pulls you close to his side, arm hugging you close, securing your body next to his. You snake your limbs over his body, leg hooked in his, arm grabbing his shirt for support.

When you settle, he sighs into your hair, planting small kisses on the crown of your head.

"Thanks for the dinner." You smile, turning our face upwards to meet with his gaze. "And for the distraction."

"Anytime, love. Here to serve." His cheeky smile makes you giggle, oh how madly in love you are with him.

"Hmmm... Well in that case, where the hell is the dessert soldier?" You ask, not able to hide your smile.

"Your dessert is right here, darling." He point at himself, utterly proud of his answer.

You laugh into his mouth, closing that already small distance between your lips, sharing a longing kiss. A kiss you yearn all day.

You break the kiss, trying to be as serious as you can. "But you brought dessert, right?"

He laughs, head thrown back, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. "Yeah, i brought dessert."

He kisses you with fiery eyes, tenderly, lovingly, the softest way a man is capable of. That dessert might have to wait a little more.

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The Bangtan Gal Chapter 38- I'm Lacking

Chapter Summary: BTS film Season's Greetings. Jen supports GFriend's debut. The Anti hate begins to get to Jennie harder than before as she begins to push herself. She learns the hard way what happens when she wants to work 24/7.

Words: 6,000+

Genre: Fluff and also angst with more hate comments and racism.

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When Jennie woke up, it was past 9 am, and she somewhat felt disappointed at the loss of heat from Jungkook when she got out of bed to stretch. She had a great night’s sleep thanks to him and she planned to spoon more often if he was okay with it. He was comfortable to sleep with and not to mention, warm.

Glancing at the bed, she smiled at the cute sight of the puppy curled up in a ball, next to him. Gently picking up the sleeping puppy in her arms, she placed the covers on Jungkook and set the puppy back to sleep next to him.

When she went out of her room, she was met by Jin, Yoongi, and Jimin eating breakfast. 

“Morning!” She took a seat next to Jimin as she was greeted back.

“Where’s Kookie?” Jimin asked.

“He’s in my room.”

Her statement caused Jin to stop eating and immediately turn to her. “And what is he doing in your room?” He asked with his voice filled with panic.

“Here we fuckin’ go...” Yoongi put his headphones in, blasting music so he wouldn’t hear another freak out of his.

“What is he doing in your room, Jennie?” He repeated.

Confused at his sudden questioning, she replied in a calm tone, “Jin, relax-“

“JEON JUNGKOOK!” He screamed, standing up from his seat.

“H-hey! He’s sleeping!” She jumped on her feet, trying to stop him, but ended up getting picked up over his shoulder and placed on the couch. “Jin!”

“You might as well just leave him, Ennie.” Jimin laughed as they heard Jin’s shouts and Jungkook’s yells of confusion. 

The puppy ended up running out of the room until it found Jennie. She picked it up and held it in her arms. She felt the puppy shaking in fear as she began to soothe it by gently petting its head. 

“Jin! You scared him!” She scolded as he dragged Jungkook out of the room by the ear.

“How heartless,” Yoongi commented after taking off his headphones.

Jungkook sat on the couch with her, rubbing his ear, lowkey annoyed at how his sleep was interrupted. 

“Hyung, was that really necessary?” He complained. “And you scared Tony.” He frowned and turned his head to the shaking puppy in Jen’s arms.

“It’s okay.” She cooed as the puppy whined. “Hey, hey. Shh.” She hugged it close as it started to calm down.

“Let me see the little guy.” He requested as she placed the puppy in his hands. Jungkook picked him up and turned the puppy to face him. “Jin is mean, isn’t he, Tony?”

“A big meanie for scaring you.” She added as she smiled at the puppy.

“Don’t be scared, you’re safe with Kookie and Jennie. We’ll protect you.” He whispered gently.

“We won’t let anyone hurt you.”

“Yeah, so have no fear, little guy.”

Jimin watched them both with the puppy. It was like they were taking care of a baby. It was cute to watch them together like this as a smile came across his face.

“Was that your Christmas gift, smartie?” Yoongi asked.

“Yes. We’re taking care of him together.” She answered.

“We’re just in a disagreement about if it should be a Captain America based name or Iron Man based.” Jungkook playfully narrowed his eyes at her as she rolled her eyes.

“I didn’t mean to scare the puppy.” Jin tried to explain.

“Too late, you already scared the poor puppy! How dare you?” Jimin called him out. “At least his parents are there to calm him down.”

After the puppy calmed down, it began to act hyper and happy again, putting smiles on its owners’ faces.

“I don’t feel comfortable with you two in the same bed together, all right? No more going in each other’s rooms.” Jin ordered.

“Oh, you have got to be kidding me!” Jennie complained. “We’re just sleeping!”

Jimin giggled at her statement. “Yes, friends sleep with each other, I don’t see anything wrong with that.”

“Thank you! We sleep with each other a lot.”

“What-what-WHAT!?” Jin shouted.

Jimin couldn’t hold in his laughter as he began to giggle out loud, banging his fist on the table. Yoongi smirked in amusement and shook his head.

“What is so funny!?” She exclaimed, turning to Jimin.

“Nothing, nothing. You can carry on.” He gestured.

“I think you two need to write a report of the things you do together. Should I get hidden cameras?” Jin suggested.

Jennie glanced at Jungkook and they both turned to look at Jin, unamused. 

“All right now you’re outta pocket.” She declared.

“What does that mean!?” Jin looked confused.

“It means you’re getting old...” Yoongi bluntly replied.

“I am not old!” Jin shouted, as his ears began to get red.

“Jin, you really need to calm down. Let the kids live.”

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Their season’s greetings took place in a studio in Gangnam as the members began to walk in, greeting everyone while they were filmed. Jen’s hair was straightened with curls at the end while wearing a hoodie, jeans with gingerbread earrings and black Nikes.

She waited patiently for her turn to take individual photos as she sat with V who played around with the dogs.

‘Are you wearing Nikes today?’

She was asked as a huge grin came across her features. “Oh well, you know I have to represent Nike. Like, Nike is life. Look at these sneaks!” She pointed to her black and white Nikes for the camera as it panned down. “Look at em! Dayum~! Some nice sneaks, right here.”

‘Miss Bangtan seems to be in her own little world with Nike.’

When it was finally her turn, she walked into a bedroom filled with teddy bears and other stuffed animals.

“I’m on the November page since my birthday is in November. Let’s go!” She shot the camera a thumbs up. 

Making her way to the middle of the room, she sat on the floor with the stuffed animals all around. She was told to act cute, so she grabbed a bottle of bubbles on the table, blowing bubbles around as the photographer snapped away. Afterward, she sat next to the huge brown teddy bear on the floor, hugging it from the side. She then sat in front of it, holding onto its big fluffy arms, wrapping around her.

“Whoa!” She laughed as it fell on top of her. 

The photographer caught her mid-laugh, it looked candid, deciding to keep it. She then posed in a chair drinking hot chocolate and cozied up.  

As the rest of the members took their photos, Jennie sat with Jimin, who decided to interview her. 

“Jennie, welcome to Jimin TV. Let’s do a 30 second fun fact session. Ready? Go!”

“Oh okay, well, I have you know that Miss Bangtan speaks four languages.” She revealed to the camera recording them.

“Whoa. What are they?”

“English. Korean. Sarcasm and Profanity. I’m not sorry, mom.” She grinned sheepishly over Jimin's giggles.

“What are your goals for 2015?”

“This is a long-term goal but I want K-Pop to be recognized more in America. I hope we’re able to achieve that goal, soon. And I want to improve my singing and dancing skills.”

“I believe we can achieve these goals together. 2015 will be a good year.” He reassured.

“Fighting!”

“Fighting!”

Standing up to stretch, she turned to see Jungkook with big Mickey Mouse gloves on his hands, fooling around. 

“Hey, Jungkook, give me a combination. Let’s test your skills.” She put her palms in front of him, pretending to train him in boxing.

“You got it.” He hit her palms with a fast combination. The speed of his hands caused her to turn to the camera, impressed.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I believe he’s ready for the championship.”

After the series of photoshoots with all the members, acting bright and cheerful, they head off to the next studio. Once arriving, the members begin to play around with the rocking horse prop.

Sounds of laughter came from J-Hope, Jin and Jennie as J-Hope began to ride around on the horse after Jin.

“Even the tail is moving.” Jin pointed out.

“Let me try.” She gets on the horse after him. “WEEEEEEEEEE!” She yelled, rocking back and forth. “I’m getting Rookie King vibes.” She let out another laugh with the members.

After she got off, she tried to stop V from sitting on the small toy hippo. 

“V! That’s a hippo!” She grabbed the stuffed toy away from him before he could sit on it. “Do you see how tiny this thing is? Hippo, I am so sorry, you’re safe now.” She held it against her chest protectively. 

The only response she got from him was a fit of giggles as she shook her head in amusement. After changing into a red sweater dress and black thigh-high boots, Jen watches Jungkook take his individual photos. 

“Hehehe, he has cute rabbit ears.” She giggled at the sight. “He’s cute and awkward. I think that’s what makes him so adorable.”

After his photo shoot with the rabbit ears, the stylist placed Mickey Mouse ears on him.

“Cuteness overload! This is too much cuteness in the morning.” She beamed.

After a few more photos, Jungkook gestures for her to come over and take photos with him. 

“Come on, Jennie! I’m not Mickey Mouse without my Minnie.” His cute bunny smile made it hard to resist his request.

Chuckling at his cheesiness, she obliged his request. One of the stylists placed a Minnie Mouse headband on Jen’s head and retouched her hair and makeup. After she was done, Jungkook and Jennie began to shoot.

“97 Line all day!” She cheered

The two of them take various poses such as putting up the peace sign, showing off their cheesy/bunny smiles, and Jen putting her arms around his neck from behind while they grin happily. They even both posed by simultaneously making a punch to the camera.

’97 Liners make the cute concept look easy’

As they stood back to back, Jungkook leaned forward with his hands in his pockets while Jen leaned back, keeping her back against his as the photographer snapped away. Once Jennie was left alone for her individual shots, she took photos with a blown up candy cane. She jumped up in the air, posing with it like she was playing the guitar. Going to the camera to go see how her shots came out, she was pleased to see how great the air guitar pose looked.

“Keep it! Put it in! I love it.”

Once she finished her shots, she worked on her New Year greeting for the fans by drawing ARMY in bubble letters with hearts around. Under it, she writes the caption, ‘#ARMYXBTS2K15! Let’s slay 2015 together! ❤ ❤’

All the members regroup to take group photos with a mischief concept. From Jimin throwing cheeseballs at Jennie as she aimed to catch them by her mouth, to her putting on Jungkook’s Mickey Mouse gloves to add to her Minnie Mouse concept, the concept went well as everyone was in high spirits. Jimin and Jungkook picked up V while Suga and J-Hope picked up Jin as Jennie and Rapmon were the refs, watching the chaos unfold.

It wasn’t even a photo shoot anymore because it was all filled with laughter as V and Jin tried to grab onto each other. It was nothing but chaos as Jen and Rapmon looked around for help. After their last shoot with red noses on their noses, they all applaud and cheer that the season’s greeting photoshoot was successful.

“Thank you for your hard work~” Jennie grinned at the camera.

“Please support our next year’s season’s greeting and look at our beautiful faces,” Jin added with a smile.

“Today’s photo shoot was really fun.” Jimin grinned.

“Leave no, leave.” Suga shoved him away.

Jimin continued to talk despite Suga continuously shoving him. “Thank you for supporting us until the end. Please keep loving BTS in the future.” He giggled as Jin placed a hand on the camera.

Pulling Jin’s hand away from it, Jimin placed a kiss on the camera.

“I hope you look forward to next year’s Season’s Greetings!” Jennie went on as Suga turned the camera to him, getting all up close.

“I’m back~!”

“Aye! I wasn’t done!” She pushed him away with J-Hope. “Look forward to next year!” She happily shouted before getting put into a headlock by Suga.

“Please look forward to season’s greeting!” J-Hope grinned.

“Why do we always interrupt each other? We should help each other.” Jimin pondered. 

It seems like he had the most sense around here.

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At the KBS Song Festival, Jen was already dressed for the It’s Tricky stage with the rest of the members.

Leaving the dressing room, she found herself in the mix of all the business of the show and various groups preparing for their stages. She didn’t want to be stuck with the members, she was always with them. She wanted to find some familiar faces and if not, make a few new friends.

“Hey, hey.” She heard a familiar voice and turned to see Taeil from Block B.

“Taeil! It’s been a while.” She pulled him in for a hug. 

The last time she saw him was at the MAMA Awards. She was pleased to see him doing well.

“It has. Good job performing Danger earlier.”

“Thanks, I’m looking forward to your stage, tonight.”

“It’s gonna be a fun one. I’m surprised you’re not with the members, right now.”

“I’m trying to make some friends here.” She sighed.

“I think I see Bora, from Sistar is over there.” He pointed out to her at the refreshment table.

“I see her. All righty. I’ll see you before the show is over, all right? Tell the guys I said hey.”

“You got it.”

Turning her attention to Bora, Jen made her way to her. “Excuse me.”

“Yes?” Bora turned around with a smile.

“Bora, right? From Sistar?”

“That’s me. You’re from America, right? BTS’ Bangtan girl?”

“Yeah, it’s nice to meet you. I was wondering if we could hang out or something. I’m trying to meet new people.”

“And get away from the boys?” She teased.

“That too!” She shared a laugh with her.

“Well, of course, we can hang out. Dasom, she can speak English too.”

“Oh really? Nice.”

“Yeah, I’m sure she’ll love to talk to you. I was on my way back to the girls. Follow me, I’ll introduce you to them.”

Meeting Bora and the rest of the Sistar members went smoothly for Jennie. They were extremely sweet and Dasom was eager to speak with her. After hanging with them, she bumped into AOA’s Jimin, Mina and Choa. Jen thought that Jimin’s voice was unique and complimented her and even found out that some of the members played the guitar, eagerly suggesting that they should play together something. Maybe she could learn a few things from them. Networking was always a great thing.

Walking around backstage, she went back to the refreshment table, to grab a small plate of cookies.

“Hey, Jennie!” A deep voice filled her ears.

She turned to see a guy smiling brightly at her. 

“Hi!" she greeted happily. "You look familiar...you wouldn’t happen to be a part of GOT7, would you?”

“You’re correct. I’m Jackson Wang. It’s nice to meet Miss Bangtan.”

“It’s nice to meet you too! I have been trying to get to know some new people. Get away from the guys.”

“Hahah, I wonder how they’ll feel about that. You know, I have a friend who’s really infatuated with you. He talks about you all the time. Now I see what he means about you having a cute smile.” He blurted out before getting smacked in the head by Mark who stood behind him. “Ow!”

“You are so gonna get killed now. You blab too much.” He scolded and turned to her. “Sorry about that. Ignore him. I’m Mark.”

“Jennie. Nice to meet you. Well, Jackson, whoever your friend is that’s infatuated with me, I’m flattered.”

“Friend? What friend? I said too much, ignore what I just said.” Jackson laughed nervously. ‘Oh, he is gonna kill me.’ He thought to himself.

Back to the boys in the BTS dressing room, Namjoon was on his phone, as usual, scrolling through Twitter until he found photos posted by Jennie, with the caption, ‘Friends!! Having a great time tonight! #Jen’

The photos consisted of her posing with Sistar, the AOA members she met, and Block B. ARMY was already tweeting how awesome it was that she was with them and how happy they were that she met them.

“Unbelievable...” He let out a chuckle. “This little girl is friggin’ everywhere. She’s gonna end up knowing everyone if she keeps this up.”

“She’s trying to get away from us.” Jimin pouted as he checked out the photos on his phone.

“Well we’re all guys, I’m sure she wants to be around women.” Jin reassured.

“She was just with Block B, hyung,” Jungkook informed.

“Oh.” Jin paused. “Never mind then. She’s trying to get away from us.”

As the night continued, the boys were on standby, getting ready to perform. Jungkook adjusted his USA hoodie and turned his head, only to frown at who Jennie was talking to.

The sound engineer guy? Again? Now, what did he want?

Jimin and Tae were joking around, while Jungkook continued to scowl, watching his every move.

“Hyung.” Jungkook spoke, catching their attention.

“What’s up, Kookie?” Jimin asked.

“Isn’t it that guy?” The Maknae pointed out bitterly. Tae and Jimin looked his way to find the guy getting a little too cozy with her.

“Unfortunately...” Jimin let out an annoyed sigh. “Now what does he want?”

Jennie stood with Shin as they caught up on how they were doing in their lives.

“I’d like to take you out on a date.” Shin’s sudden statement almost made her choke on her spit as she stared at him in disbelief. 

“Date? Me? Uh, I dunno.” She nervously laughed it off.

“I’m serious. I really want to get to know you better. You’re really cute.”

“Ah, um, well, I think it’s best if we remain friends.”

“For now?” he smiled, hopeful.

“Jennie. We gotta go.” Jungkook suddenly popped up and grabbed her by the hand, staring right at Shin, unable to hide his irritation. Shin glanced at their hands and back at Jungkook as his smile went away.

Regrouping with BTS, Jen and Jungkook stood by each other. All that was on his mind was Shin and he couldn’t stop the urge from asking Jennie, “Are you...interested in him?”

“I mean, he’s cute. But I only think of him as a friend.” She shrugged. “You think I should give him a chance?”

Jungkook looked down at his feet, pausing before answering. “If the guy you’re with makes you happy, then I’m happy.” 

Chuckling to herself, she shook her head. “You don’t want me to date him, do you.” She declared.

“I-I just...I...”

“Hey.” She placed a hand on his shoulder as he met her eyes. “I trust your judgment. If you think there’s someone better out there for me, well I’ll go with your judgment and wait for the guy. I’ll turn Shin down gently.” She turned to watch Ailee performing on the screen as he stared at her.

She watched Ailee perform with admiration and love in her eyes. “Oh mah God, this woman is a goddess. I would love to perform with her one day.”

Her statement made Jungkook smile. 

“You are such a fangirl.” He teased.

“Do you hear how beautiful she sings? How amazing she is?! Do you know what an honor it would be, to be on the same stage as her? Singing with her? Think of IU. You’ll understand.” She said as he nodded.

“Why don’t you introduce yourself?”

“Oh no, I’m nowhere near ready for that big step. I’m not worthy.”

“Oh stop.” He laughed

“That’s like me meeting Beyoncé. I’m not prepared to be slayed. One day. For now, I want to try to cover one of her songs. But my vocals need extreme improvement to be able to be on her level. I bet it’ll take me a few years.”

“Hey, don’t be discouraged. Whatever song you choose to sing of hers, just make the song your own. Don’t try to sound just like her.”

“Yeah, you’re right Kook.”

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2015 started pleasantly as Jen stood backstage at KBS Music Bank, walking around to find GFriend’s dressing room. It was January 16th, the day of their debut. 

When she finally got to the room, she opened it, while saying, “Hey, hey!”

“Jennie! You’re here!” Hayoon rushed over to her.

“You bet I am!” 

“Jennie! Glad, you could make it!” Eunha happily greeted and she went to hug her with SinB. 

Jen was well acquainted with the two of them because they were former Big Hit trainees. She was elated to finally see them debuting.

“How are the guys?” SinB asked.

“They always wonder how you two are doing. They’ll be thrilled to see you.”

The other members stared at Jennie, smiling politely. “Oh, I’m sorry. I’m Jennie from BTS. I wanted to support Hayoon, Eunha and SinB in GFriend’s debut. They're friends of mine. It’s nice to meet you. I came here with some goodies. You can eat them after the show.” She handed them small goodie bags.

“Aw, you didn’t have to do this.”

“I was bored so I decided to go shopping and make small goodie bags. No big deal.” She shrugged with a smile. 

GFriend was already dressed up and ready to go. They were nervous, but with Jen there for encouraging words, it made them happier.

As Jen was backstage, she watched GFriend’s interview as they were in the waiting room. Hayoon stood in the back, looking adorable as ever with her hair in a high ponytail. 

Jennie had high hopes for GFriend and hoped the members’ careers in the group would be nothing but successful. When they finally performed Glass Bead, she was blown away at how in unison they were with the dance moves. 

“Oh, I sure as hell am not gonna be able to dance like that. Hayoon, what the hell?” She chuckled to herself.

“Yas, girl, get your lines!” She soon said as Hayoon began to sing.

After they headed backstage, Jen met up with them, gleefully celebrating with them on their successful debut. 

“Now that is what I’m talking about! Amazing job. You ladies did well.” she cheered.

“Thank you so much for being here. You have no idea how much this means to me, to have your support.” Hayoon hugged her tightly.

“Of course, Yoon. How do you feel?”

She pulled away. “The butterflies are gone. I’m so happy. I feel good.”

“I was nervous during my debut as a member of BTS. You’ll get used to performing. Now, about this dance though...okay, Hayoon, there is no way I can dance that dance.”

“Hahah, Yes you can. I’ll teach you soon.”

“Eh heh heh, no, I’m gonna look like an awkward person. Like how the heck did you do those kicks? And act all cute like that? Ya’ll did that. That was a great debut.”

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Next Wednesday, at SOPA, Jen sat in her seat, waiting to see what her score was on the English test she took last week. As the teacher handed the papers out to the students in her row, she looked up, surprised at the frown on the teacher’s features.

“I’m surprised at your test score, Ms.Walker. You’re usually our A student in this class. Is everything all right?”

Confused, Jennie took the paper but automatically groaned in disappointment at the failing grade she received. 

“I’m fine, I guess I didn’t study enough. I’ll do well next time. It’s not the end of the world. It’s just one bad grade.”

The teacher nodded at her response and continued to give out the rest of the tests. Jen looked back at her score. 

A 33%? What went wrong? She studied.

For lunch, sitting with her group of friends, Jen sat across from Hayoon while the rest of the students, including Eunha and SinB, were engaged in their individual conversations, studying for a test during the next period and getting their homework out the way.

Hayoon watched Jennie with concern as she played on her phone. “You are not okay. You’re getting faint dark circles. Are you all right?”

Looking up, Jen shrugged, bluntly replying, “Nothing but a little bit of insomnia.”

Hayoon frowned at her response. “Why aren’t you sleeping? And aren’t you going to eat?”

“Eh, I’m not that hungry.” She replied nonchalantly.

“Jennie, you haven’t eaten all day. You should eat something. Don’t do this to your body like that. Especially as an idol with constant scheduling.”

“Yoon, I’m fine.”

“How many hours of sleep did you get?”

“I guess two hours? I don’t remember.”

Hayoon gaped at her in disbelief. “You’re overworking yourself for your next comeback?” She declared. It sounded more like a statement than a question.

“I don’t call it overworking. I call it pushing myself.”

“And where exactly did you get this pushing from?”

“I...people’s expectations.” She admitted with a sigh.

“Jennie, you’re good at what you do, don’t overwork yourself because of some ‘fans’ expectations.”

“It’s not just that, the hate is getting a little worse, unfortunately.”

“Didn’t Rapmon tell you to ignore it?”

“Easier said than done.” She snapped, taking Hayoon by surprise before she understood what was going on.

“Insomnia? Irritation? Lack of appetite? You’re stressed and you’re exhausted but you don’t want to admit it. Your body can’t run 24/7, Jen.”

“I’m not stressed... I just have a lot on my mind...”

“The hate is on your mind.” She declared.

“I just...I’m really getting targeted these days, ever since that Instagram dispute.”

“I hope you know that none of what they say is true.” She handed Jennie the rest of her lunch. “I had a big breakfast, so I’m not that hungry. Please eat.”

“Hayoon, I’m not-“

“EAT.” She demanded in a stern tone.

Letting out a sigh, Jen took her chopsticks and popped a dumpling in her mouth. 

“Happy?” She asked with her mouth full.

“Manners.” She reminded her. “I’m glad to see you finally eating. Let’s talk about something more positive. How was the Wake Up Tour?”

Recently BTS has a small Japan tour. Although she had no idea how to speak in Japanese, there was a translator for her and she spoke in English apologizing for the language barrier. She promised the fans that she would try her best to learn more Japanese so she could be prepared the next time BTS went to Japan. The Japanese fans were respectful and supportive of them, and she had a blast.

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As soon as the opening beats came on for Wake Up, Jen swayed side to side to the beat, in her groove. Looking at the crowd, who waved their light sticks side to side, she smiled. Their Japanese tracks were fun to perform.

“Aye!” Rapmon shouted.

“Wake up!” She sang with Jungkook as they all waved their hands side to side with the audience.

“Wake up. Wake up. Wake up.”

“Let’s go!” She heard Rapmon say as he began his rap. She danced along to the groovy beat, having the time of her life with the rest of the members as she stood in between V and Jimin

Bankan ga tsutsumu asa o

Subete owareba yoi to sura omoi

Mata michi hazushisou ni natta sono toki

Kikoeru oya no koe “okinasai, mou!”

Singing under his rap, Jen harmonized, “AIGHT MOM saa, ima tatsuze MA FAM, MA FRIENDS sore ni MA FANS.”

As Rapmon continued his rap, Jen looked around. All those fans that came to see them perform. She’ll never get used to it. Their energy was infectious.

Karawanai asa JUSS KEEP ON & ON & ON &

Juss keep ON & ON & ON &

Juss keep ON & ON & ON &

Juss keep ON & ON & ON & ON & ON & ON & ON, let’s go!

“Wake up.” She sang, waving her hand side to side with the rest of the members.

Me o samashite, hora

“WAKE UP”

Minna ga matteru no sa

“WAKE UP.”

Jikan wa naikara.

“WAKE UP.”

Hitasura hashiru no sa

GOTTA LIVE MY LIFE

GOTTA TAKE MY PRIDE

GOTTA SHINE MY LIGHT

“WAKE UP! WAKE UP!” She sang with the rest of the members.

GOTTA LIVE MY LIFE

WOAH OH

GOTTA TAKE MY PRIDE

WOAH OH

GOTTA SHINE MY LIGHT

WOAH OH

“WAKE UP! WAKE UP!”

As Suga rapped, Jen continued to nod her head to the beat of the song. She was sweating just like the rest of them from the previous performances. Some of her hair stuck to her face, but the smile never left.

WAKE UP

Me o samashite, hora

WAKE UP

Minna ga matteru no sa

WAKE UP

Jikan wa naikara

WAKE UP

Hitasura hashiru no sa

She waved her hand side to side again with the members, singing in a low, smooth voice, “Gotta live my life.”

“Life~” She heard Rapmon in the background

“Gotta take my pride.”

“Pride~”

“Gotta shine my light.”

“Light~”

WAKE UP

WAKE UP

“Gotta live my life.”

WOAH OH

“Gotta take my pride.”

WOAH OH

“Gotta shine my light.”

WOAH OH

WAKE UP

WAKE UP

WAKE UP hi, nobotte

Odoroku ryou kyou no yotei

Shinshin tomoni mou kakousen

BUT, itsu no ma ni ka ishou matotte

GO MAKE UP, NO BREAK UP

Getting into J-Hope’s rap, Jen continued to dance around. As the chorus came on again, Jen sang with Jungkook for the rest of the song as their voices clashed for a harmonizing sound, “WAKE UP.”

Me o samashite, hora

“WAKE UP”

Minna ga matteru no sa

“WAKE UP”

Jikan wa naikara

“WAKE UP”

Hitasura hashiru no sa

“Gotta live my life. Gotta take my pride. Gotta shine my light.”

WAKE UP

WAKE UP

“Gotta live my life.”

WOAH OH

“Gotta take my pride.”

WOAH OH

“Gotta shine my light.”

WOAH OH

WAKE UP

WAKE UP

As the song began to end, Jen and Jungkook spent the last of the song harmonizing again together, “ Ooooooohhhhhhhhh.”

Juss keep on and on and on and

“Ooooohhhhhhhhhhhh~”

Juss keep on and on and on

“Oooohhhhh~”

Juss keep on and on and on

“Oooohhhhhh~”

Juss keep on and on and on and

-------

Smiling at the memories, she put another dumpling in her mouth. “The concert was everything.” She answered.

After school, Jen found herself in an unoccupied practice room, alone at the Big Hit building. She was panting, sweaty, and exhausted from overworking herself once again with the I Need U choreography. Her whole body ached, begging for her to stop and rest. Punching the dance floor with the side of her fist, she let out a sigh of frustration. 

“Why am I not getting this right?” She sat up pretzel style, running her hands through her hair that was tied in a bun.

She was frustrated at herself because she couldn’t get the emotion of the dance, while the rest of the guys seemed just fine. Hobi helped her and she even stayed with Mr.Son for more help but she felt like she was a lost cause. Maybe she should sit out of this comeback while the boys take over.

She had a lot on her mind for the past few weeks. Maybe she wasn’t getting it because her mind wasn’t on the dance, it was on other things.

‘She’s so slutty for dancing like that. Like really? That’s not cute, she can’t even dance. Why is she in the group? So tacky. She’s nothing without Amity’

She shook the negative thought out of her head. That fan comment made her want to change her War of Hormone lyrics to say her and she instead of I and my. And why she didn’t want to dance with Jungkook anymore. She’ll never get over the disappointment on his face. She felt so bad. 

She couldn’t help but notice the sadness in his voice when he murmured, “You don’t want to dance with me, anymore?”

Mr. Son was genuinely surprised that she didn’t want to go through with the dance with Jungkook as well. He enjoyed watching them dance together because their chemistry was something he hadn’t seen from anyone in a long time and they both had a blast together. Ever since the Instagram fight, it looked like the Hailey and other bitter Amity fans were coming after her, calling both Angelina and her angry black women who are jealous that they aren’t a part of the group anymore and of Amity’s success without them. They even went on a full rant on how unprofessional they acted and what example they were showing for younger girls.

To see people say she’s nothing without her old group pushed her to work harder because she felt like she wasn’t at the level she should be. That she was more than just the cute baby of Amity. She had a lot of talent up her sleeves, and Big Hit was the company for her to showcase them in the future when she was good and ready.

‘All those pretty female K-Pop stars and then there’s Jennie...’

‘I swear this girl tries too hard. She’s really forgettable in the group’

‘Every time I hear her sing, I lose brain cells. And she wants to rap? Please just no. Stop while you can.‘

‘Where does she get her confidence from if she’s the ugliest member of BTS?’

‘Oh wow, so Jennie can apparently, DJ now? So boring. Next thing you know, she can fly.’

‘Can she be kicked out of BTS? No gorillas allowed ugh’

‘Why does her hair look so nappy? Does she have a comb? Like ew, unattractive’

‘She’s so annoying. Her laugh is annoying. Her smile isn’t cute at all. Why are we supporting this troll?’

‘She’s the least pretty of the group. Maybe she should get plastic surgery and fix her face’

‘I guess they’re just putting anybody in K-Pop groups these days...’

‘She’s a wannabe K-pop idol. Why is she even here?’

‘When are BTS going to disband? They’re a flop. Having that stupid girl in the group isn’t going to help them either. Did they make her a member for publicity since she’s black?’

“Why am I even here...?” She murmured as she looked at herself in the mirrors in front of her. 

It was overwhelming. She never dealt with any of this stuff before until recently and it was starting to become hard to handle. It was getting hard to ignore because everywhere she went, she would see it on social media.

There will always be haters. But why did these anti-fans have to be so harsh and waste their time writing hateful things? Didn’t they have anything better to do?

Jen knew she wasn’t the only member dealing with hate. It broke her heart to hear that people called Hobi and Namjoon ugly. And even wanted Hobi to be kicked out of the group.

“And I guess I’m the next victim...”

It was harder than she thought to be an idol. But something told her to keep going. 

She snapped a photo of herself, in the mirror and tweeted, 'I feel like I should push myself harder...I’m lacking. Please bear with me. #JEN’

Not even five minutes later, she looked back at the Twitter account to see that the members had replied, along with the spam of ARMY giving her encouraging tweets and I love yous.

‘Fighting Jennie! #JIN’

‘I have smarties waiting for you back at the dorm. I’m always proud of you. #SUGA’

‘Have strength, Ennie! ChimChim loves you! You’re important and valued. #Jimin’

‘I love her more! I met her first! Go Jennie! I’ll always support you my Nike loving friend! #V’

‘Don’t be discouraged, just keep swimming. #JK’

‘Munchkin! Don’t give up! Keep going. #JHOPE’

‘Even during our darkest moments, we must find the light. Stay strong, JW. #RM’

Jen smiled at their sudden responses and exhaled. 

“I’ll be okay...I hope..."

Back at the dorm, Jen was greeted by the members who were watching TV in the living room.

“Munchkin! You want your smarties?” Hobi beamed.

“Ah, no thanks.” She smiled apologetically as the members sat there dumbfounded at her response.

“Something is up. She never dismisses smarties.” Yoongi murmured as she headed into her room.

After taking a shower, Jen laid on her bed and heard a hard combination of knocks on her door.

“Come in!”

There stood Jimin with a bright grin on his face as he shut the door and took a seat on her bed.

“Now you know we’re gonna have a conversation after you rejected smarties. You’re stressed.”

“No, I’m not.” She let out a sigh.

He suddenly placed a hand on her cheek, examining her face. “Developing dark circles.” He observed. “Are you sleeping?”

“Kind of. I nap.” She shrugged. 

“You’re not sleeping.” He declared. “What’s going on, Ennie?”

“Okay, I’m a little stressed.” She admitted.

“When’s the last time you ate a full meal?”

“I don’t recall-“

“That’s not good.”

“I’m okay. I’m not hungry. I can’t force myself to eat.”

“Come on, Ennie. Please, you gotta eat. I don’t like seeing you like this. It makes me sad. I want you to be happy.” He pouted

Suddenly, she felt her eyes start to sting as she attempted to wipe the developing tears. “I just...”

“Please tell me. Vent to me. I don’t want you to be sad.”

“Everything is starting to get overwhelming. I have too much stuff on my mind. I want to make sure I’m at my best for this comeback, but all this hate coming at me left and right recently is starting to distract me. I don’t understand why I’m getting all this heat from these antis. People said they want me beaten, hanged, even worse. Why? What have I done? Cause I know damn well if I was lighter, they wouldn’t say half the things. And maybe if I didn’t leave Amity on bad terms, some of the fans wouldn’t be so resentful towards me. I understand racism is gonna be everywhere, unfortunately. But my gosh, hanged? Next thing you know I’m gonna get even more death threats. What have I done? What have I done wrong to deserve that?”

“We are definitely gonna talk to Bang PD about this. Threats are not okay. None of this is okay.” He responded in a serious tone as he held her hand, giving it a tight squeeze.

“I just wish I was mentally stronger. I don’t like to surround myself with negativity like that. That’s why I took a break from social media. I haven’t updated since my Instagram of getting followed by EXO.” She went on. “It’s like every time I go online, it’s oh how much I hate you, people creating photos of me getting hanged, like that is truly disgusting. It is 2015, why are we still at this level of hatred? I just have so much to prove, I’m working as hard as I can but it’s always underappreciated. It makes me think that I’m lacking.”

“Do you feel like you’re lacking? Or do you feel like you’re lacking because of some haters saying you’re lacking?” He suddenly asked, which got her to ponder.

"Was this all worth it?”

“Jennie, don’t say things like that. Everything you went through, got you here. To be a member of BTS. You wanted to do this. Don’t give up now just because of a handful of bad seeds trying to discourage you. You didn’t join BTS as a publicity stunt. You’re just as important as the rest of us. Just like when Hobi went through with the hate, you will get through this just like he did. Me, the members, Big Hit and ARMY will be there to protect you from anything. Trust in ARMY and believe in their love for you.”

She nodded and took his words in. Jimin was always such a sweetheart. His selflessness was always appreciated.

“Thank you, Chim.”

“Always. Now, enjoy these smarties with me.” He let her go and took them out of his pocket, handing her a few rolls.

“It’s been a while.” She grinned and popped three pieces in her mouth.

“There’s that smile. Now come on, you have to eat something.” He grabbed her hand and took her out of her room.

-------

Next Monday, waking up earlier than the others, Jen headed to practice early for a head start on cleaning up the I Need U choreography. Her insomnia seemed to get worse because she hardly slept last night as she kept thinking about what she needed to work on for the next comeback.

She just wanted to be on the go 24/7, but failed the realize how much of a toll it was taking on her body.

Today she would learn her lesson.

Two hours later, the rest of the members came in as they began their long practice for their upcoming comeback. Throughout the whole morning, Jennie began to have a headache. It was irritating but she chose to endure it and dance through it.

“Jennie, you’re getting sloppy with your movement. You all right?” Mr. Son called her out, looking concerned.

“Sorry. I’m good.” She reassured, trying to shake off the sudden dizziness.

As they all get back in position, they begin the dance once again, starting from the chorus.

I need you girl

Wae honja saranghago honjaseoman ibyeolhae

I need you girl

Wae dachil geol almyeonseo jakku niga piryohae

Neon areumdawo

I need you girl Neomu chagawo

Holding her head, the dizziness and pain began to be too much for Jen’s body to handle, and started to shut down.

'Oh no...not again...' she thought as she ended up collapsing on the dance floor and began to feel herself losing consciousness. 

Meanwhile, the boys heard a loud thump over the music and turned around to see Jen knocked out on the floor as they scrambled around to her in panic.

“Jennie!”

“Is she okay!?”

“Let her breathe!”

“What happened!?”

“Give her space!”

“Call 119!”

“Shit! Jennie! Hey! Stay with me!” She faintly heard Namjoon shout as everything faded to black.

[reasonsmandy]

Me, a coward?

Graham Dunne x Fem!Reader

✧.* requested by anon — a graham dunne request with prompt 22 please 😘

✧.* summary — You two were an interesting game, something that flared up as fast as fire flames on dry land, a specific kind of tension that was always good to relive and experience. And that's what you guys did at any opportunity.

✧.* warnings — jealousy

✧.* word count — 2.3k

✧.* 🪕 — Graham's masterlist

✧.* mandy's notes — hey guys, hope y'all are doing well... I've been thinking abt changing my prompt list, so if you want smt with any of those prompts pls ask it before I change it.

You were restless, it had been so long since you had attended a big event like this one, your excitement was growing by the second. As you rummage through the clothes in your closet looking for a suitable option, the hypotheses of what could happen tonight flit through your mind like migrating birds.

But you couldn't deny that your thoughts mostly led you to Graham Dunne, you guys had some connections in common, which linked you to the guitarist of the band every time you went to the same places (which happened with a strange frequency that made you question if it wasn't something planned by the guy). However, sometimes, fate simply sets up scenarios and, ironically enough, you were its main pieces.

The first time you guys met was at a record company event, which you ended up being invited to because they had produced the soundtrack for your last movie. During all the night you were exchanging curious glances, some unassuming touches where your hands “accidentally” touched, it was like a dangerous dance with the tension and yearning of the unknown.

And that kind of game and feeling remained between you during every date you had, playing with Graham Dunne became an addiction for you. That's what you wanted tonight, that energy that emanated between you with an exchange of glances or a touch.

…

“Can you stop moving for a second?” Eddie says rolling his eyes, nudging the man next to him with his elbow. “You are clearly invading my van space.”

“Eddie's right, no one can stand you moving anymore.” Karen says, her arms crossed as she tried to stop the younger Dunne from messing up her outfit. “Why are you so restless? I mean, not that I mind, but whatever.”

“Warren, do you know who will be at this party?” Graham speaks, his question is immediately directed to the driver of the van, ignoring the complaints about him.

“That's a very broad question dude, I know people from the label will be there, maybe people with associated projects there.” Rojas turns the next corner, his free hand adjusting his vest.

“Why the question?” Karen questions once more, her eyebrows raised trying to tease her friend. “Do you expect someone to be there, Peaches?”

“No no… just asking” His cheeks flushed as he tried to hide his other intentions for the blonde.

Karen already knew what went on between Graham and you, she was a very observant woman and she couldn't help noticing your closeness at all these events.The exchanges of looks between you, the unpretentious touches that triggered silly smiles and conversations full of interest and curiosity. She just didn't understand why you guys kept in touch only at times like this, why he never asked for your number or some other way to contact you after parties.

When The Six enters the party, they are invaded by that fraternization air mixed with the strong smell of cigarettes and drinks, their presence is notorious, after all, they were the most important figures in the music industry today. Warren doesn't take long to mingle in conversation, he soon finds himself among a group of people you weren't very familiar with, Eddie on the other hand immediately goes after a group of ladies and you can't help but roll your eyes at this attitude, Karen stands alone propped against a wall in the corner of the room, and Graham shamelessly watched you as he made his way to the food table.

You straighten your dress, like muscle memory getting your hands to your hair then unassumingly (or at least trying to be) you walk towards him, your gaze never meeting his, trying to appear uninterested. You pick up one of the empty plates that were stacked on the corner of the table, then scan the edible catalog in front of you for what to eat that night.

“Risotto sounds like a good option, doesn't it Miss L/N?” When his voice is heard by you, your body shakes, you missed that between you so much

“It does indeed, Mr Dunne.” Your voice sounds like a whisper amid other people's conversations. He smiles when your hands accidentally touch. “I saw that your brother and his wife did not come, did something happen?”

“I believe they'll arrive later, Julia was not feeling very well.” He explains while at one time or another he offers you some of the dishes served there.

“I am sad to hear this, best wishes for your niece” You smile, for the first time looking deep into his eyes feeling your heart speed up with this simple act.

“I don't believe it! Y/N?” A voice catches your attention from across the room, you turn, startled by the attention now focused on you.

Aaron Santana was one of the actors who made his most recent film with you, he played the role of your cellmate who later becomes one of the essential characters for the construction of yours. He comes towards you with open arms and a big smile, you hug him back surprised by his presence at the event.

“I didn't know you were coming, Aaron, how are you?” You say when he got rid of the hug, Graham is gradually excluded from the scenario moving away a little.

“I'm great, what about you? My god you look stunning…” He says holding one of your hands and spinning you around, you smile embarrassed, noticing Graham moving away from you little by little.

The younger Dunne was upset, he had been waiting for this moment for weeks, he was dying to spend time with you and this guy he didn't even know had ruined everything! He props his body against the corner of the secluded wall, watching you laugh and chat animatedly with the short-haired man, his arms crossed so tightly against his chest that they hurt his ribcage, but he doesn't care.

While his thoughts cursed the actor in different ways, Karen approached the guitarist, who was clearly too busy watching the scene in front of him to notice her there. She stays for a few minutes waiting for him to notice her presence, but when she sees that he isn't going to notice him so soon and snaps her fingers in front of his eyes.

“Is something bothering you? The blonde asks with a muffled laugh.

“No no, not at all.” It was funny how Graham didn't know how to pretend that the whole situation didn't bother him. “Why? Does it look like I'm bothered?”

“You're about to punch the guy in the face, yes it does.” The keyboardist adjusts her jacket, sipping some of the beer in her hands. “If you want to be with her, why don't you go there?”

“It's not that easy Karen, that's not how we work, okay?” The younger Dunne talks fast while not taking his eyes off you and the man.

“Dude, I don't understand you." she says laughing. “You've been dying all week to see her, and now you're just going to stand there and do nothing? Not that you have to hit the guy because he didn't do anything to you or her but, hey, she seems to like you too…"

“You think so?” His eyes shine with that said phrase by the blonde, trying to hold back a smile. “This guy basically kicked me out, who does he think he is?”

“For someone who wasn't pissed off, you're really caring, huh.” she teases and he grimaces at her. “Go there and talk to her, don't be a coward.”

“Coward? Me, a coward?” He sticks out his chest, snapping all his fingers. “I'll show you who's a coward…”

Graham makes his way back to you, losing his breath to notice the way the light made his hair prettier, he musters up all the courage in him to believe he would be an interesting point for you among all that was there. He takes one of the unopened drinks from the tables closest to him, approaching you he rests one of his hands on the back of your back catching your attention.

“Oh hey.” You smile widely, happy to see him again.

“I brought you a drink.” He extends it to you, who accepts it with joy. “Sorry to interrupt the conversation, but can I steal her from you for a moment?”

“Yeah man, sure.” He smiles politely at you both. “It was great to see you Y/N.”

You smile at him as he walks away from you, making his way to a table with some men unknown to you, you turn your entire body towards Graham, who looks at you with a very warm smile.

“What would you say to me if I supposedly offered you an escape from this boring little party?” He whispers in your ear, making you shiver.

“I'd like that very much.” You reply also in a whisper. Taking his hand and letting him lead you outside.

As Graham takes your hand in his, a thrill of excitement courses through you. He leads you through the crowded venue, making your way towards a less frequented area of the record company building. As you climb the stairs and reach the rooftop, you're immediately struck by the breathtaking view before you.

The city's skyline stretches out in front of you, adorned with a sea of twinkling lights that illuminate the night sky. The soft glow of the moon casts a magical aura over the scene, creating an ambiance of intimacy and serenity. The distant sound of music and laughter from the party below seems to fade away, leaving you and Graham in a world of your own.

Graham's eyes meet yours, and you can see a mix of nervousness and anticipation in his gaze. He smiles, a touch of vulnerability breaking through his confident demeanor. The way the moonlight catches his features only adds to his charm, making your heart flutter.

"It's beautiful up here," you say softly, still captivated by the mesmerizing panorama.

He nods, "I knew you'd appreciate it. I wanted to give us a moment away from the crowd, where we could talk without distractions."

As you both find a spot to sit, you feel a sense of ease settling in. The air is cool and refreshing, and the city lights create an enchanting atmosphere around you.

The conversation flows effortlessly as you share stories, aspirations, and dreams. Time seems to stand still as you delve deeper into each other's lives, forming a stronger connection with every word exchanged.

“He seems like a good guy.” He points out, you look at him confused, not understanding what he was talking about. “Your colleague downstairs”

“Oh you think so?” You smile, finding the whole situation very funny, since it was clear on the guitarist's face that he didn't like Aaron that much.

“Of course, he was just a little inconvenient... But it happens.” He shrugs, you arch your eyebrows at his statement. "You know? I don't mean to be annoying but he kinda interrupted us.”

“I don't think he did it on purpose.” You rest your head on his shoulder, and inconsistently he smiles.

“Well, whether it was on purpose or not, it doesn't matter because you're mine.” He kisses the top of your head tenderly. “All mine.”

You pull away a little, looking at him with a tiny smile, arching your eyebrows, surprised by his speech. “Oh am I? This one is new”

“But not in a possessive way, dammit, I sounded like an asshole, right?” He abruptly pulls away from you, searching your eyes for any sign of annoyance. “I was trying to be cute. Nevermind”

“It was cute, and you know what?” You move closer to him, holding her face in your hands, you whisper. “I like the idea of being yours.”

He smiles widely, "I'm going to kiss you now, okay?" you nod and he wastes no time in sealing your lips.

As Graham leans in to kiss you, the world around you fades into the background, and all that matters is the soft touch of his lips against yours. It's a gentle, tender kiss, filled with the sweetness of newfound affection and the excitement of possibilities yet to come.

As the kiss deepens, you can feel Graham's emotions pouring into the moment. His hands hold you close, and you find solace in his touch, as if you've found a home in his arms.

Breaking the kiss, you rest your forehead against his, both of you catching your breath. The city lights continue to shimmer below, reflecting the enchantment of this magical rooftop rendezvous.

"I didn't expect this tonight," you admit, your voice tinged with amazement.

"Neither did I," Graham replies, his eyes locked on yours. "But I couldn't let the opportunity slip away. I've wanted to spend more time with you, and tonight felt like the perfect chance."

You smile, feeling a warmth spreading through your heart. "I'm glad you took that chance."

Graham brushes a strand of hair away from your face, his touch tender and loving. "I really like you, Y/N. There's something about you that captivates me, and I can't ignore it."

"I feel the same way about you," you confess, your heart swelling with affection. "There's something special between us, and I want to explore it, even if it's just one step at a time."

He grins, his eyes sparkling with happiness. "One step at a time sounds perfect."

You lean in for another kiss, this time filled with a mix of excitement and the promise of something new and beautiful. The rooftop becomes a sanctuary of love and hope, and you both cherish the moment, knowing that this night will be etched in your memories forever.

As you sit together, talking and laughing, the night wears on, and the world below continues to bustle with life. But for you and Graham, time stands still, and you embrace the gift of this special connection, savoring each moment as it unfolds.

In the end, the night on the rooftop becomes a turning point in your relationship, marking the beginning of something magical and heartfelt. From this night onward, the bond between you and Graham deepens, and you both embark on a beautiful journey of love and discovery, one step at a time.

...

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chapter eleven: the wolf and the dragon (modern!gangleader!aemond x barowner!you)

as always, warnings: no smut, violence/murder towards a minor, domestic violence, aemond's a dickhead and aegon is hungry and annoying

...chapter eleven:

jace’s band wasn’t the only band that advertised that they wanted a few gigs at your bar.

‘iron clad’ was a five piece band of thirty-something-year-old men that needed to blow some steam off after their 9-5. their age meant they played a fewer older songs, but songs everyone knew and wanted to sing along to. your booths were filled, your bar counter was packed, and there were times where you had a line out the door just because of this band.

and one of the band members was elias strong.

the son of your main distributor and cousin of the late harwin strong. elias strong had dark, curly hair that reached the tips of his ears. his smile was bright and fun, and always put you at ease when the crowd matched his energy. he was the frontman because of his charisma, and it was well deserved. he demanded a crowd not like he was entitled to it, but because he earned every interested and entertained listener.

it was a night like any other… ‘iron clad’ was approaching the end of their set, and you were about to announce last call. the band had done a blues theme for the evening, and there was nothing like anything by robert johnson that didn’t put you in a good, focused mood.

you brought waters up to the band, and handed elias his drink last.

“great show, man,” you began. “crowd’s loving it.”

“thanks.” he smiled. “i want you to sing this next one with me.��

you were taken aback by his request, slapping a playful hand on his shoulder. “i supply the drinks, you keep this crowd entertained.”

he shook his head with a laugh. “i know you’ve got a good voice.”

you shook your head shyly. “you’re sweet, but…”

“come on,” he urged. “what about ‘that’s all right’?”

your eyes widened at his song choice, catching you off guard. “that’s one of my favorite songs.”

he laughed. “i knew you had good taste, darlin’.”

he immediately began strumming on his guitar, and suddenly everyone in the room stopped and turned towards the beginning set. every eye was on the band… and now also you.

“she’s been taking care of y’all all night, and now i need y’all to take care of her,” elias spoke into the mic, restrumming the introduction. “who wants to hear this little lady sing?”

your cheeks went red when the crowd roared. you sent a polite wave and tried to step down from the raised platform, but the people below you wouldn’t budge.

“give the people what they want, darlin’,” elias spoke into the microphone once more.

anger was burning in your veins, but your smile was playful. you stared at elias with a heavy, and weary gaze, but there was only encouragement in his eyes. he looked so perfect and happy you would’ve joked and said his teeth actually twinkled. you grabbed the microphone.

elias started the song over, and you tapped along to the beat. it was an easy tune, meant for voices of all kind. elias started singing, and you joined.

well, that’s all right mama

that’s all right with you

that’s all right mama, just any way you do

well, that’s all right

that’s all right

that’s all right now, mama, any way you do

the music behind you was infectious. it was so difficult to not give into the magic that was blues music and let it course through your veins and play off your tongue. your muscles didn’t feel tight or scared, but free because blues music made everyone feel free from their troubles. it was what you needed, and damn anyone that thought you weren’t going to revel in the sound of something so freeing.

well, mama she done told me

papa done told me too

son, that girl you foolin’ with just ain’t no good for you

well, that’s all right

that’s all right

that’s all right now, mama, any way you do

when the song ended, you shyly placed the microphone back in its stand and thanked elias. you were smiling from ear to ear, and as was he. as the other band mates continued to play their instruments to finish the song, elias reached out to grab you by the belt loop and playfully yank you closer to him. he wrapped one hand around your waist, and planted the biggest, most grateful kiss on the cheek you had ever experienced. you laughed against his warm, strong, and most of all — safe feeling embrace, intoxicated by the passion of it all. you playfully batted his hands away, and the crowd parted for you as you walked off stage.

damn flirt.

“give it up for the best mixologist around!”

the crowd roared, and soon they were into their next song. you walked back behind the bar smiling, and for once felt like life could be bleak, but there were moments like that that would always keep you on your toes.

* * *

after the show, the band left and you let your staff go home early. you needed the quiet of closing alone, especially after your show you had put on. you were still buzzing from the adrenaline, and rode that high like a fucking dragon. you hummed along to more blues tunes as you washed dishes in the back and let most of your worries settle in the back of your mind.

there was always tomorrow to worry.

unless they show up at your back door. literally.

you heard your back door unlatch, and immediately thought it was one of your employees coming back in to retrieve one of their belongings. that was until you realized who it was — or, more like who they were.

lucerys velaryon stumbled into your back door and fell into one of your preparation counters. you were stunned to see him, immediately flipping around in place to ask him what he was doing here after hours and only being a year away from being able to legally drink.

“luke, what—“

that’s when you saw aemond.

he came crashing through the back door and immediately went straight for the younger boy. his large hands grasped the fabric of the younger boy’s coat, and threw him back into the metal counter. the boy’s back was smashed into the metal, causing a groan to release from his lips.

“what would your mother say, if she caught you here, nephew?” aemond seethed, his teeth grit. “huh? her precious boy?”

luke was struggling against his uncle’s hold, trying to break free. strangled gasps left his lips as every muscle in his face scrunched together. that only seemed to fuel the pleasure and anger on aemond’s face.

“i won’t fight you,” luke grit out.

“your eye,” aemond barked. “as payment for mine. i’m sure my mother would like that as a gift.”

you darted for aemond and pushed him off of luke with all of your might. aemond was thrown back in surprise, searching for the person who he didn’t see before.

“get the fuck off of him!” you forced yourself in front of luke, standing between the two men.

the element of surprise may have been on your side, but you knew you had no plan at hand for what could happen next. you had never seen aemond like this. anger leaked from every pore, vein, and fucking nerve ending in his body as he glared at you with bared teeth. you sucked in a sharp breath at the sight, but you stood your ground.

“luke, you need to go,” you snapped. “now!”

the boy immediately ducked behind you and went for the door leading into the bar. aemond lunged for his path, but you stood in the way like a barricade. you tried to throw aemond back with all of your might, but he was much stronger and much for angry than you thought and planned for.

he struggled to get around you, but you grabbed him by the waist and let your body fall dead to the floor. you took aemond with you, as his emotions caused him to be so unbalanced that he couldn’t subdue you. both of your limbs were flailing as you struggled to hold him to the ground — fuck, you were trying to do anything to give luke a head start or to call his mom. anything to keep this kid away from his beast of an uncle.

“stop it, aemond!” you screeched. “not in my fucking bar! he’s a fucking kid!”

you tried to climb on top of him, struggling to pin him down with your knees to keep his body cemented under your weight. your attempt was futile, though — because aemond easily threw you off of him and into the wall behind you.

your head smacked off of the cement like it was nothing. your vision immediately went hazy, and it became so hard to concentrate. pitiful breaths left your lips, and you tried to get up, but you couldn’t. you needed to save luke… you… needed to…

and that’s when you felt a large hand wrap around your throat and push you back against the wall. a strangled gasp left your mouth once more before you forced your eyes open.

“if you ever get in my way again, i will burn you and this bar to the fucking ground,” he growled.

you tried to hold him to you — anything to keep him from going after the kid — but he cast you aside like you were nothing. you fell to the cement floor in a heap and let your eyes drift closed.

* * *

you woke up in your apartment on your couch with an excruciating headache. the lights were dim in your apartment, but even those were too bright. you immediately covered your eyes with your hand, but the sudden movement caused nausea to rise within your stomach. you groaned.

“you’re concussed.”

that voice. that fucking voice.

“die slow,” you mumbled.

“don’t get smart with me,” aemond warned, somewhere in the corner of the room. “you intruded on family business.”

“actually, i think you intruded in on my business.”

“our agreement was that i am free to use your facilities as i please after business hours. do you wish to annul the agreement?”

“the agreement was also contingent on the verbal clause that you respected me,” you seethed. “a concussion definitely voids it, dumbass.”

he was silent, but you heard him swallow thickly. when he didn’t have a response, it was just as worrisome as when you didn’t have a response because he always had a response.

“you hurt a kid, aemond,” you spat. “you targaryens have your own messed up shit that i refuse to get involved in, but when you touch a kid in front of me, i will get in your face.”

“he’s not a kid,” aemond retorted. “he’s barely four years my junior.”

you sighed angrily, dismissing him. “it doesn’t negate the fact that he looks like a kid while you’re a fucking animal. i can’t even fucking see straight.”

“i need your help.”

you laughed, even though it hurt. “die, aemond. die.”

he swallowed once more. “you don’t mean that.”

you were in so much pain and consumed by frustration you almost began to cry. “no, but i do want you to get the fuck out of here.”

“unfortunately, he can’t,” a voice from the kitchen called, rummaging through your fridge. “aemond has to add another clause to the contract.”

“aegon?” you called softly. “come here.”

the blonde sighed and walked over from the kitchen. your own hand was laid across your eyes, and the other reached out to him. you don’t know why you did it, but you were so in desperate need of comfort that you just needed to know someone was there. he was hesitant, but he took his fingers in your own and held you gently.

“aemond needs to stay here for a few days,” aegon stated.

“gods no,” you spat.

“there’s been an accident,” aegon barely whispered.

“what kind?” you asked, rolling into the couch.

“luke… he’s…. he’s dead.”

before you could really swallow the information, you gasped out a meek, “h-how?”

“it wasn’t aemond’s fault,” aegon began. “luke took off in his car, aemond might’ve followed on his bike but… luke’s a bad driver. he tried to run aemond off the road and swerved into the other lane while aemond skidded across the road. luke had a head on collision with another car.”

"that's... that's.... that's horrible." you swallowed. “but i’m missing the point where it’s necessary for him to stay here.”

“it’s not necessarily safer, because daemon will definitely come looking for him at some point…” he trailed off. “but the bar is closed on mondays and tuesdays. daemon thinks he’s basically an employee, so hopefully he doesn’t think he’ll come around. it’ll buy us some time.”

“they know it was aemond?”

“yes… tire marks suggested a motorcycle was near the accident.”

“seven hells,” you sighed, almost crying. "aemond -- how could you be -- so fucking --"

aegon let go of your hand and placed a hesitant hand on your head, combing your hair slightly. you froze at the gesture, but soon succumbed to the warm touch of the brother. it was nice to feel cared for, especially when your body and mind felt so broken.

that fucking kid. that poor, fucking kid.

you could’ve cried for him if your head didn’t feel like it was swimming.

“i’ll be back soon,” he stated softly. “you both need to rest.”

and you fell asleep.

[braveclementine]

I am Iron Patriot. It Sucks

Warnings: None

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OC Elizabeth Lightwood. I do not condone any copying of this.

"Sir, please may I request just a few hours to calibrate-"

"No. Forty-eight." Tony said, piercing his skin once more with the needle. He grunted in pain again. He shook his hand to get rid of the stinging, tingling feeling before taking the cloth that he was biting down on, out of his mouth and wiped up the blood on his skin.

"Micro-repeater implanting sequence complete."

"As you wish, sir. I've also prepared a safety briefing for you to entirely ignore." Jarvis told him.

"Which I will." He finally put the bloody cloth aside, "All right, let's do this. Dum-E. Hi Dum-E. How did you get that cap on your head? You earned it. Hey. Hey!" He hit the stand with his hands as he walked past it. He was hyper and in a funky mood. " What are you doing out of the corner? You know what you did. Blood on my mat. Handle it."

"Sir, may I remind you that you've been awake for nearly seventy-two hours." Jarvis informed him as he stepped up onto the middle platform in the room.

"Focus up, ladies." He said, deciding to ignore Jarvis. "Good evening and welcome to the birthing suite. I am pleased to announce the imminent arrival of your bouncing, bad-ass baby brother."

He pointed to the camera that was pointed at him. "Start tight and then go wide. Stamp date and time. Mark 42. Autonomous prehensile propulsion suit test. Initialize sequence." He flicked his fingers in a pattern and the suit on the desk started to light up. "Jarvis, drop my needle."

Immediately, Sleigh ride started to play. A fun, more upbeat, almost jazzy version of the Christmas song. He lifted his hand, readying for the Iron man parts to come flying, but it didn't work. He did it a second time and it still wouldn't respond.

Cursing under his breath, he lifted his arm to his mouth, before pounding against the skin to try and get the metallic injections under his skin to work. He did it once more, and finally, the Iron man gauntlet flew onto his hand, spreading up his arm. The shoulder part joined him.

He raised his other arm and was pleased when it joined as well. He actually laughed. "All right, I think we got this. Send them all."

He caught the next one on his right leg, but another missed his body completely, smashing into one of the Iron man cases behind him. Another he had to block with his left arm, which bounced off and went flying into the hanging lamp on the other side of him, crashing to the floor as sparks flew.

"Probably a little fast. Slow it down." He made a time out sign with his hands and said, "Slow it down just a-" He ducked to avoid another piece of his suit. "-little bit."

He ducked once more, as the piece then crashed into some pipes, breaking them neatly. But as it came around a third time, he managed to get it to attach to his left leg. Immediately, he was hit with the groin piece, which made him see stars for a little bit as he attempted to grab the sore area. Another piece him in the back so hard, it sent him flying forwards on his face, and he would have fallen on his face if he hadn't used the blasters on his hands.

"Cool it, will you Jarvis?" He asked as he set himself back on his feet.

Now he was covered in every piece but the face plate, the suit a cream and red coloured one. The last piece crashed into his record player, breaking it and the music cut off abruptly. The face plate rose into the air, the eyes facing him as though it was an opponent.

"Come on. I ain't scared of you." Tony taunted the face plate.

It zoomed towards him, as though taking on his challenge, but it hit a table and though it turned the way that it needed to, to actually go on the suit, it was also upside down.

Tony quickly jumped, doing a flip and face plate came on perfectly, before he landed in his typical heroic pose. Down on one knee, with his fist punching into the floor below him. One arm raised with his elbow bent.

"I'm the best."

And then something hit him in the ass, sending him flying off the platform once more. All of the suit fell off of him except for the helmet and face plate. He grunted as he landed, listening to the metal scatter.

"As always, sir, a great pleasure watching you work."

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You were frightened as you watched the TV, seeing the terrorist hijack the airwaves to send the President of the United States a message. It wasn't just that he was a terrorist, destroying the Middle East. He clearly also wanted something from America as well.

You were afraid that they were going to call Tony in. Or perhaps even Steve or Clint or one of the other Avengers.

You had been on the phone with a few of them when the TV announcement had come on. Steve had been asking what you got people when they had babies while Natasha made fun of him for being so old fashioned.

Nat 🕷: U don't get people things for having babies. If Tony had thrown a baby shower (surprised he didn't) then u give a gift. Other than that, nope.

You: I had to beg Tony not to throw one. I didn't want to make it a big deal.

Steve 🐧: Are you sure? I would hate to be rude.

Nat 🕷: U worry 2 much

You: Relax Steve

Clint 🐣: Can ya'll shut up. I'm trying to sleep.

Nat 🕷: Babe, shut the notifications off then

You: Whoa, hold up. The news is on. I'll talk later.

Nat 🕷: Ttyl

Steve 🐧: What does ttyl mean?

Clint 🐣: Talk to you later. Ttyl

Steve 🐧: Thanks

And so then you watched the news.

Later on, when the President responded to the terrorist message, he brought out Rhodey and showed the new War Machine. It had been painted red, white, and blue as though they were trying to turn Captain America into a robot. And his new name was 'Iron Patriot'.

You: Tony are you seeing the news?

You had accidentally texted the group chat, but Tony answered nonetheless.

Tony 🦚: Yes. Let's go grab lunch with him like. . .now

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You, Everleigh, Tony, and Rhodey were all sitting in a bar sort've restaurant. One that wasn't really a dingy bar, but had the cadence of one. Like the theme or whatever. On the TV there was some idiot blonde lady, making fun of both the suit and the name.

You were angry at everyone who was ridiculing it. For one thing, they weren't making fun of Captain America's uniform or name, even though it was really the same thing. And for another, even if it was a stupid name or a stupid robot, you were very protective of your family, and you included Rhodey in that.

"It tested well with focus groups, all right?" Rhodey asked defensively, taking notice that Tony had been watching the TV as well.

"'I am Iron Patriot'" Tony said in a dark voice and then in his normal voice said, "It sucks."

"Listen. 'War Machine' was a little too aggressive." Rhodey said. "All right? This sends a better message."

"I preferred it." You muttered, sipping on your Shirley Temple.

Tony sighed, but said nothing more on it. "So, what's really going on? With the Mandarin? Seriously," Tony said, taking off his glasses, "Can we talk about this guy?"

You pretended to not listen in, turning away from the table and talk to Everleigh in a cooing voice. You wondered if Fury was looking at the Mandarin case. If he was going to call Agents in. Or was he just going to let the American military take care of it?

"It's classified information, Tony." Rhodey hissed under his breath. "Okay, there have been nine bombings."

"Nine." Tony repeated softly.

"The public only knows about three. But here's the thing, nobody can ID a device. There's no bomb casings."

"You know I can help. Just ask. I got a ton of new tech. I got a prehensile suit. I got bomb disposal. It catches explosions in mid-air."

"When's the last time you got a good night's sleep?" Rhodey asked and you finally looked back over to see Rhodey studying him deeply.

"Einstein slept three hours a year. Look what he did."

You sighed softly, holding Everleigh closer to you.

"People are concerned about you Tony. I'm concerned about you."

Tony shot you an exasperated look and you shrugged your shoulders. You had admitted to Rhodey that you were worried. You knew he would be too and maybe as a life time friend, he would be able to convince Tony to eventually come to bed.

"You gonna come at me like that?"

"No, look, I'm not trying to be a dick-"

Rhodey broke off as two young kids came over to the table and he quickly finished, "Tator. Dictator."

"Do you mind signing my drawing?" The young girl asked, holding the art out towards him.

"If Richard doesn't mind. You all right with this, Dick?" Tony asked, quickly helping covering it up.

"Yeah. Fine with me." Rhodey laughed and Tony took the paper. You smiled down at Everleigh and then smiled at the children who were so excited to be in Tony's presence.

"What's your name?"

"Erin."

Tony looked over at the little boy and said, "I love you in A Christmas Story by the way."

Tony was signing the drawing, writing on it as Rhodey spoke to him in a hushed voice. You watched with worry as Tony broke the crayon and covered his face with a hand.

"You okay?" Rhodey asked, putting a hand on Tony's arm. He looked at you and you just shook your head in sadness.

"I broke the crayon." Tony muttered.

"Oh no." You whispered under you breath, recognizing the sign of an anxiety attack behind his eyes. He hadn't had one yet, but you knew because one of your friends back at home had them while he was growing up.

"Are you okay Mr. Stark?" Erin asked softly.

"Take it easy Tony." Rhodey said.

"Tony." You said in a worried voice.

The boy whispered something to him and Tony jerked, getting out of his chair.

"Wait a minute, Tony!" Rhodey shouted after him.

"What did you say?" Erin asked the boy angrily.

"Tony!" Rhodey shouted after him.

You wanted to chase after your husband, you knew the kids needed a little reassurance.

"I'm sorry." You said, handing over the drawing and smiling gently at the children. "He's been having a hard time since the battle. You know how army guys can get PTSD when they come home from war? Well he saw some bad stuff in the hole in the sky. He's very strong, but sometimes he gets a little upset. He was happy you guys came to talk to him though. I'm sorry about the crayon on your drawing though. You're a very good artist."

"Thank you." Erin said and then dragged her brother back over to where her parents were, scolding him for saying whatever it was that upset Tony.

You couldn't focus on that anymore though, quickly following after Rhodey while holding on tightly to Everleigh.

Tony was kneeling on the ground in front of the restaurant. Rhodey knelt in front of him and tapped on the metal helmet. "Come on, man, this isn't a good look. Open up."

"Sorry, I gotta split. Take Y/N home."

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You let Rhodey take Everleigh and then went over to Stark Industries to talk to Pepper. You knew that she had more experience with Tony and wanted to ask what she thought might help. You knew you could have just called her, but you really needed to see someone and something other than the house and Everleigh.

When you got there, Pepper was sitting on the couch with a rather handsome guy wearing a suit. Happy looked very disgruntled as he watched the two of them. Possessive, almost jealous. He had his arms crossed over his chest and glanced up when he saw you.

"Badge?" He asked and you showed him the one you had from the front desk.

"Whose that?" You asked, nodding to the blond guy.

"Aldrich Killian." Happy said his name like it was disgusting garbage. "I don't like him. He's showing her stuff in the room and they're to touchy."

"Pepper loves you." You told him softly. "But I'll go in there and shake things up. I need to talk to your wife anyways."

You slipped through the door to hear Killian say, "Imagine if you could hack into the hard drive of any living organism and recode its DNA."

"That would be incredible." Pepper said.

"That would be disturbing." You corrected, raising an eyebrow.

Pepper jumped a little. "Y/N!"

"Sorry Pep, I was just coming over to talk." You scanned the guy in front of you. "God gave every living creature on Earth its own DNA. Don't try and play God and change what is unique and special to each and every one."

"Besides," Pepper said quickly as Killian looked as though he was suddenly growing angry. "It unfortunately sounds very weaponizable. As in, enhanced soldiers, private armies, and Tony is-"

"Tony. Tony." Killian said. His disgust of your husbands name was better disguised than Happy's was of Killian's, but it was there. You know, I invited Tony to join AIM thirteen years ago. He turned me down."

You had to bite your tongue to stop yourself from saying, 'Smart decision.'

You weren't sure what it was about Killian that you didn't like. Ever since you had spent time as a rabbit, you had had an aversion to people who usually turned out to be bad. Like Stane. And now Killian.

Although. . . you hadn't felt that towards Loki.

But you pushed that thought away.

"But something tells me now there's a new genius on the throne who doesn't have to answer to Tony anymore and who has slightly less of an ego."

You bristled, but still kept your mouth shut. You were lucky Pepper hadn't thrown you out of the office considering this was clearly a private meeting. And you could tell that Killian was displeased with you there.

"It's gonna be a no, Aldrich." Pepper said firmly. "As much as I'd like to help you."

He seemed to take it well. Pepper invited you to walk out to the door with them. You agreed, mostly because you wanted to keep an eye on Killian. You sometimes forgot that you were an Agent now and Fury kind've liked you. Maybe you could get some inside information on him from Fury.

"Well, I can't say that I'm not disappointed. But then, as my father used to say, 'Failure is the fog through which we glimpse triumph'."

"That's very deep."

You rolled your eyes.

"And I have no idea what it means."

"No, me neither. He was kind of an idiot, my old man."

Pepper laughed and he continued on saying, "I'm sure I'll see you again, Pepper." He turned and looked at you. "I didn't catch your name."

"Y/N Stark." You replied, pursing your lips.

There was a glimmer of recognition in his eyes, but he turned back to Pepper. Slowly, he kissed her cheek and then walked off.

"Hmpf." You snorted. "I don't like him."

"Y/N." Pepper chastised, breaking out of her trance.

You watched as Happy approached, looking unhappy. "Car's ready, if you're ready to go."

You watched her eyes trail over to where Killian was getting into the car and she stuttered out, "Yes, I just um. God I forgot my other things, so- I'm just gonna-" She opened up the building door and looked at you awkwardly, wanting you to save her, "You coming?"

You looked from Happy to her and said, "I should get home. Everleigh and Tony are waiting. I'll talk to you later."

You turned and walked away, angry at Pepper, but also angry at Killian. You vowed to find out what he was up to. 

[ruruumin]

00 - i found you.

(name) stares down at her phone with a pensive expression, a thick frown resting on her lips as she continues her walk down the empty street. it was dark with some fog lingering in the air. the leather jacket she bundled up in kept her warm as she inhaled a deep breath, a cigarette hanging from her mouth. 

earlier today, lumine had requested she meet with her immediately after work, talking about how she wanted to introduce her long-time boyfriend, childe, to her. the sour expression wasn’t because of her boyfriend per se. she told herself she stopped caring about love. not after what happened that cold, winter night. to her, love was the one thing that kept her from being her true self. she didn’t want to be tied down by any man or woman. she was a free bird. the only thing she claims to love is music because it's the one thing in life that won’t leave. 

it was just a simple request from lumine, just a few minutes of your day. it wasn’t anything to be worried about. yet something felt off. she should have known by the groans of an old crow that tonight wasn’t just any night. and the vague sight of lumine’s golden hair, now tangled and messy, confirmed nothing but the worst in her stomach. 

(name) is surprised to see lumine sobbing in her hands. she curls herself beside the only working light pole in the street. she was well-dressed today with a light pink scarf and white sweater. if it wasn’t for her crocodile tears, it might have been the perfect outfit for a date. lumine wipes at her face. her shoulders shaking with every second. (name) quickly makes it over to her side, crouching down to hold her. 

“lumine, what happened? is everything alright?” she asked, her heart beating in her ears as lumine looked up at her. her cheeks were flushed and the bottom lids of her eyes were puffy, as if she was crying for a long time. (name) drops her cigarette to the ground, the flicker of ember being snuffed by the wind. lumine lunges forward, squeezing her in a tight hug as she buries her face in the crook of her neck. “what happened to your boyfriend? shouldn’t he be here with you?” 

“he isn’t here,” she whispers, holding onto (name)’s leather jacket with an iron grip as she tries her hardest not to tremble any more than she is now. pressing her lips together, she tries to piece together the night, but every memory she stumbles upon leads her to the unfortunate truth. 

childe had run off with another woman. her name was katherine, she says. she and childe worked at the same restaurant together. she was the same server who cut her finger after dropping a glass of water. lumine wants to understand his intentions. why was he more concerned about this other woman, more than his girlfriend? they’ve been together the longest. lumine moved from her hometown to be with childe. he promised her that he would never fall for another woman, especially not one named katherine. and yet lumine couldn’t believe it. he was clearly in love with someone that isn’t her. and she couldn’t stand it. she doesn’t want to look at him any longer than did had to.

(name) decides to hold back her sigh as she lifts lumine up, squeezing the side of her waist as she gestures her home. the walk was a lot longer than she remembered. it might have been the extra weight she had to carry but she doesn’t let this thought distract her from lumine’s sniffles. because regardless of how long they’ve walked, and how heavy lumine weighed on her shoulders, they had more than enough time. tonight, everything was quiet and slow.

the two of them laid in (name)’s bed, lumine’s wraps wrapped tightly around her as she cries herself to sleep. the (h/c) woman doesn’t say anything. she only closes her eyes, rubbing lumine’s back every once in a while to show that she was here. and that the gentle pumps of her heartbeat were enough to say that she would stay.

⤷ masterlist; next.

₊˚ ᗢ synopsis; your childhood friend and bandmate moved away from your hometown to pursue music, leaving you behind. you break away from the punk rock scene, slowly building up your idol persona until you eventually move to tokyo, not to find love, but to find yourself.

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@rains-mae @kyon-cherri @lacrimae-lotos @kana-de @kayla-drawz

@gyuriac @kaitfae @sukisukiii @astolary @whipped-for-fictionals

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@lucreied @lalalaloveallmydays @keiiqq @potteraep @miy-svz

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[seidenbros]

Hello Neighbour

Requests are open | prompt lists for inspiration | Stranger Things Masterlist

So, this just happened. It's been in my head for... quite some time, but now it found it's way onto here. Bit of a pervy reader this time who didn't know how much she enjoyed watching and especially listening, so... yeah well. At least it's something short this time

Pairing: Eddie Munson x (perv) Female!Reader

Word count: 1055

Summary: Your next door neighbour caught your interest and you've been listening to him make music every night through the open windows, because it calms you down after a long day at work. What you hear tonight, though, is something entirely different.

Warning/Tags: shameless smut, dirty talk, masturbation (m + f), voyeurism, tatto artist eddie (only mentiones), utter filth I guess(let me know if I missed anything) | 18+ MINORS DNI

Naughty Naighbours Series: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Smut under the cut

Ever since your new neighbour had moved in, you found yourself spending more and more time on the balcony to listen to him. He’d introduced himself as Eddie, tattoo artist and musician, so if the music was too loud, you just had to knock and tell him to turn it down a little bit. But you didn’t mind, not at all. In fact, you really enjoyed hearing him play, especially after long days at work, when you came home from a late shift, took a shower, and then settled on your balcony in the darkness, just listening to him. It was calming.

The last couple of nights, the music had been clearer due to him leaving the windows and the door to his balcony open to let the cool night breeze in. Temperatures had been climbing and you cooled down outside after your shower as well. Dressed in shorts and a top, hair still damp, you settled in your chair outside, casting your eyes towards the night sky. You were hoping to hear him play, but there was no music coming from his apartment. At least not music that he made. There was Iron maiden playing quietly in the background, but he’d probably turned it down due to it being nearly midnight.

You were a little disappointed, because his music had lately been the highlight of your evening, until you heard something else. You turned your head, craning your neck to look in the direction of his open door when you heard him moan again. It made you sit up straighter a little bit, because now you wanted to know whether it was your imagination, or if you’d heard correctly. And more importantly, whether he was alone or not. You couldn’t look into his apartment from where you were sitting, but due to the light inside and his door being open, you could see his reflection in the glass.

And there he was, all by himself, on his sofa in all his naked glory. You gasped when your eyes travelled down his body to his hand that was stroking his hard cock. Agonisingly slow, but the moans that left his lips were so sinful they made you squirm in your seat, arousal pooling deep between your legs, making you beg for release immediately. You should go inside, give him that privacy, but you couldn’t tear your eyes away from him. It had been so long since you’d been with a man, and in the last couple of days, you hadn’t had the time to take care of yourself. Right now, though, you felt so turned on by what you were seeing, more even by what you were hearing, that your hands started wandering over your body.

“Fuck yes… feels so good,” Eddie groaned, fisting his cock faster, head thrown back. Your own hands wandered over your breasts, tweaked the already stiff peaks through the fabric and you had to bite your lip to keep yourself from moaning out loud. You didn’t want him to find you like this. You already felt like a little pervert watching him. But it was too good a show to miss out on. You could take care of your guilty conscience the next day, bake him a cake or something.

“You like that… yes?” Eddie mumbled to himself, hips bucking up into his fist. “Such a good girl for me… taking all of my cock so well.”

His words did things to you that you couldn’t even describe. You were surprised by how wet you were when your hand vanished into your panties that you’d already soaked through. You gathered some slick with your index finger, before you rubbed your clit. Slowly at first, but you picked up your pace, clamped your other hand over your mouth to keep quiet.

You pushed your fingers deep inside you, eyes still fixed on your neighbour who was getting louder and louder. You imagined that it was him fucking you instead your fingers, imagined what it would feel like while you thrust your fingers in and out, the heel of your hand rubbing against your clit again and again, bringing you closer to your own release, while you were sure Eddie was getting closer as well.

His movements got more erratic, his words more incoherent as he thrust his hips to meet his fist.

“Fuck… fucking hell… So good to me…” He groaned again, head falling forward and for a second you were sure that he was looking right at you through the reflection, but you were cast in darkness, and even if he saw you, the damage was already done. “Gonna fill you up with my come… Gonna fill that needy pussy.” He was babbling now, moaning loudly as he came. Ropes of his seed landing on the floor as he was milking himself dry.

The visual, but especially the words you heard from him, his moans as he came, pushed you over the edge, your pussy gripping your fingers tight, as you rode your high, wave after wave of your orgasm pulsing through your body, and the hand on your mouth didn’t do anything to stifle the lewd moans.

Your head was still feeling a little dizzy when you opened your eyes a moment later only to find Eddie leaning against his balcony, dressed in his boxers, cigarette between his lips. You let out a shriek, nearly falling out of your chair. Your heart was racing in your chest, because of your post orgasm haze mixed with the feeling of being caught.

“Didn’t pick you for the peeping kinda girl,” he said taking a drag from his cigarette, eyes moving over your body. You felt so embarrassed as you scrambled to your feet.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to, but I just…” You shrugged your shoulders, not really knowing how to explain this, because you didn’t want to say out loud what the sight and the audio had done to you.

“You liked what you saw.” Eddie had no shame in putting it into words, making you nod slightly. God, you really wanted the earth to swallow you whole - until he spoke up again. “Next time just come on over. Then you won’t have to force yourself to be quiet, cause it’s actually a shame to keep those noises in.”

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[neochan]

GENRE | smut, idolverse!

WARNINGS | smut

WC | 2.6k +

A.N | this is a repost of my older work. i hope you enjoy it <3

You could still hear the unintelligible screaming of thousands of fans as the boys filtered off the stage and into the greenroom. Another successful concert in the long string of tour stops. You couldn’t even remember what state you were in because the days of traveling, unpacking, setting up, and doing it all again the next day ran together.

The boys were dripping sweat, immediately grabbing bottles of water and towels to wipe themselves off. They had worked harder than normal today since during one of the sets the microphone cut out and they had to perform acapella. Someone was getting fired for that.

Taeyong flopped onto the leather couch dominating the center of the room, water in one hand, phone in the other. “People are already uploading photos.” He outstretches his arm so the others could view the pictures pulled up on his screen.

“Johnny you look ridiculous,” you point out, laughing as a fan had caught Johnny in the act of wildly waving his light stick.

“I was having a good time, okay?” He chuckles and walks into the dressing rooms to change out of his stage outfit. Half of the group filtered out to change and half stayed to peruse through the gifts left by venue staff and play on their phones until told otherwise.

You were wondering where Hyuck was when you heard his voice from the hallway. He saunters in and gives you a kiss on the cheek, “Enjoy the show?” His golden skin was tainted pink, hair matted to his forehead by the sweat that was trickling down the side of his face. He grabbed his shirt and lifted it to swipe at his face, revealing his cute tummy. You had to resist the urge to poke it.

“I enjoyed hearing thousands of pretty fans scream your name” You give him a smirk knowing that he hates when you downplay your relationship.

He nudges you with his shoulder, “You know I meant the songs,” his doe eyes look into yours, his long lashes brushing against his cheek when he blinked “Besides, you know I love you and only you.”

Mark began to nervously giggle in the corner while Doyoung made fake gagging noises from the vanity he sat at. “Oh, shut up.” You say, throwing empty water bottles at the two, “And hurry up I wanna go swimming before it gets too late.”

The ride home was peaceful once the swarms of fans cleared a path for the bus. Per the managers request you slouched down in your seat so know one could see you through the window. It didn’t make much sense because the windows were tinted, but Haechan had to argue for his life to allow them to let you tag along on the tour, so you didn’t question them. Once you were on the road, you sat back up and snuggled close to Haechans side. He rested his hand on your thigh, absentmindedly stroking you with his thumb. His head leaned back against the seat, eyes closed, listening to music. It was so loud you could almost make out the words but you didn’t say anything – you let him stay in his post concert utopia for the whole trip.

The hotel was about an hour away from the venue so that no one would find them, and they’d be closer to their next destination. It was nicer than the others because it actually had a pool. You and Haechan made an agreement to go swimming after the concert, and you couldn’t wait. The staff also rented more rooms, so instead of four people to a bed, it was just you and Haechan.

After checking in everyone filtered off to their rooms leaving the both of you to freely do whatever you wanted - within reason of course. You both got changed, your gaze admiring the hard lines of Haechans back. “Don’t stare.” He blushed, wrapping a towel around his upper body.

You pulled on your bikini which made Haechan go silent. You specifically picked this one because it brought out your skin tone well, and cupped your features beautifully. “Now who’s staring?”

It never failed. The butterfly feeling you got in the pit of your stomach when Haechan watched you with loving eyes. You wrapped a towel around your waist, allowing Haechans eyes to roam the tops of your breasts, peeking out from the almost too small bathing suit.

His cheeks turned pink once he noticed he was caught, “Let’s go”.

The hallways were quiet since it was almost midnight, so you wordlessly made your way down the stairs and out into the night air. It had grown considerably cooler than when guys first arrived that morning, but the sky made up for it. Pretty stars pricked the vast expanse of dark blue and black infinity. You could see the moon peaking out from behind a single cloud, casting a shadowed glow on Haechans honey skin.

The gate was closed when you walked up to it so you stopped to read, “Aw man, the pool closed an hour ago,” You set your lips in a pout, “no wonder the lights weren’t on.”

“Hey it’s okay, no lights, no cameras, they probably wont even notice we’re here if we keep quiet.” He moves closer to you, eyebrows raised expectant for an answer.

You hesitated wondering if you really could pull it off, after all you’d been looking forward to this for the whole day, “I don’t wanna get in trouble..”

“You said you wanted to swim and I’m going to make sure that happens,” He gets down on one knee, “step on my leg, I'm gonna help you jump the fence.”

He boots you over, and grabs your arms to help lower you on the other side, but his hand slips and his nails dig into your shoulder. “Ow, fuck.” You wince rubbing the spot he scratched.

“Sorry, sorry” He says giggling, jumping the fence with such quietness and ease that it looked unreal. “Come on, dare you to do a canon ball!?”

He ran ahead throwing his towel on one of the pool chairs and jumping in the water. You cringe away from the loud slap his body hitting the water made. You walk slowly to the chair, deeply inhaling the addictive chlorine scent.

He finally stands up waist deep in the water and pushes his hair back. The blue water reflected against him, making his skin sparkle. “Come into the water y/n” he splashed some water into your general direction, but not enough to touch you.

“Okay, Okay.” You drop the towel and slip into the water. It was cold. Really cold. You gasp and recoil away, but not fast enough, because Haechan has wrapped his arms around you and started carrying you towards the deep end. You struggle a bit in his grip but his arms provide an iron cage that you can’t get out of. “Haechan let me go!”

He presses a warm kiss to the back on your neck but doesn’t comply with your wishes, instead making a curve and bringing you towards the underwater benches. He fixes his hold on you so that now he’s carrying you bridal style. You stare up at him, water droplets falling off his chin. His eyes were already red from the chlorine and you hoped that it cleared up by tomorrow nights concert. His plush lips sat in a pout, strong jaw set. He was so very pretty; and all yours. You smiled to yourself, deciding to keep that image locked away in your memory forever.

Once he gets to the benches he sets you down and glides in beside you. “You know It’s colder than I thought it was going to be.” He lifts a hand and sheepishly rubs the back of heck, “and you look way hotter in that bikini than I thought you would.”

“I don’t know if that’s supposed to be a dig or a compliment.” You scoot closer to him so that your thighs were pressed against each other. Finding his hand underwater, you intertwine your fingers with his own.

“A compliment babe.” He chuckles and slouches in the water so that only his head sat above it. You both sit there for a moment until it becomes too cold to sit still.

“Well I’m going to put it to use and go swim.” You push off from the cement and paddle around. The only way to stay slightly warm was to keep moving. Haechan watched you, eyes crinkled in a smile, bottom lip caught between his teeth. It was fun to watch you play in the water but the bathing suit was making him think of other things you two could be doing.

And that was how it stayed. Haechan watching while you performed for him.

A while had passed, the calm exterior of the pool getting to you, making you drowsy. The cold blue water washed over your hands while you gently skimmed the surface, making your way over to where Haechan was. You hummed a short tune under your breath, trying to keep yourself distracted. it was close to one in the morning now, but Haechan still sat on the bench, slightly shivering from the brisk air, hands gripping his thighs under the water while his mind wandered far away from the present.

“Watcha thinkin’ about” you ask, moving closer to him, hoping to catch some lingering body warmth.

“Fucking you ,” he moved off the seat and dove under the surface, only leaving small ripples in his wake. You stand there for a second wonder how he could be so blunt, so forward in his desires; he was never like this.

He swam a single circle around your body before popping up in front of you, giving you a mini heart attack. He pushes you back against the tiled walls, “I’ve spent the last hour thinking about fucking you. Thinking about how pretty you’d sound.” His head dips down to kiss along your collarbone, and your hands grab the back of neck, holding him there while his tongue sucked bruises into your tender skin. His hands grazed the bare skin of your arms, giving you goosebumps.

He moaned into the side of your neck, biting and sucking away, wanting you to yearn for him like he did for you. He lifted his head so that his mouth hung over yours, his small puffs of breath fanning over your face while he tests the waters. “Can I kiss you?”

Without giving him an answer you pull him closer by the roots of his hair. His kissing was messy and sweet, and while your tongues moved together, his hips began rubbing circles against you, trying to gain some friction in the cool water. Small heavy breaths were the only sound you could hear, aside from the occasional splash as Haechan moved restlessly.

Your hand wandered down his chest and below the surface to where you could feel him straining against his shorts. You began to stroke him over the fabric, his hips pushing against your touch. He broke the kiss to watch as you peeled down the elastic from his hips, his cock freed from the restricting material of his swim shorts. You watched him twitch slightly as the cold water met his length.

“You can’t make any noise.” You place a single finger against his lips.

“No promises.” He whispers, a devilish smirk breaking way on his face. His hands caress you thighs, pushing your bottoms to the side. The cold water hit you, making you gasp and push into Haechan who just whimpers against your touch.

He tried to stay quiet, only soft grunts between gritted teeth and muffled moans as his hips pushed into your own. The water created resistance but it just enhanced how good he was feeling. He hurriedly grabs at your legs, pulling them up so that they sat around his waist. Your back dragged up the tiled walls, scraping your tender skin, but you could only focus on Haechans cock thrusting deeply in and out of you. He stared longingly into your eyes, filling you up completely, wanting to savor the way they fluttered in the back of your head.

“You love the way I fill you up huh?” He groans into your ear, a hand falling forward to grip the cement ledge of the pool.

You couldn’t respond without fear of moaning so you nod your head wildly. He began to bite and suck at your collarbone, pushing you closer to the edge. Looking down he sees your nipples, erect, poking through the wet fabric of your bathing suit. His eyes grow wide, hips stuttering into you. Fuck you were hot.

“Haechannie, I think I’m going to come.” You squeezed your eyes shut trying to focus on the feeling coiling in your stomach.

“Not yet.” He growls, hands moving to pin your wrists against the cement ledge, “Hold it princess, I know you can.” The water began to slosh around faster as Haechan thrusted harder into you. The sound was so loud its no wonder you didn’t hear the keys jangling against the hip of the guard making his way towards you two.

“Hey!,” he shouts running towards you, “The pool is closed! Get out! Are you two-” He didn’t get a chance to finish his sentence as you and Haechan spring up out of fear and take off. It was easy to push yourself up onto the pool deck. The guard made the mistake of following you two and leaving the gate unattended. You and Haechan ran out, giggling, making your way back into the hotel. You didn’t stop until you got into the room and slammed the door behind you.

With your heart hammering in your chest you lean against the dark cherry wood . “Holy fuck we could’ve gotten in serious trouble.” You gasp out, clutching a hand against your wet bathing suit top.

“Babe we’ll be gone by morning, no one is gonna know.” Haechan paces in front of you trying to catch his breath. His shorts hung dangerously low on his hips, it was miracle he got them up in time.

“We’re so banned from this hotel.” A knock on the door makes you jump away from it, the worst of punishment's filling your mind. What were they going to do? They couldn’t arrest you, could they?

Haechan walks forward and turns the knob slowly, revealing a sleepy Doyoung. His oversized t-shirt hung off one shoulder showing off his gaunt collarbone. He was rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“What do you want Doie?” you ask softly.

“How was getting chased by the guard?” he gives a sleepy chuckle, still half in his dreams.

“How did you-,” A look of realization hits Haechan, “You reported us?” He whined, pushing Doyoungs bare shoulder so that he stumbled back.

“Sound travels over water dumbasses and you guys were loud, I was trying to sleep!” Protesting, he pushes Haechans wet shoulder back.

“Well, now we’re going to be twice as loud.” Haechan slams the door in Doyoungs face and grabs you, throwing you on the bed. You give a squeal, and hear Doyoungs fist hit the door.

“I swear I’ll make a noise complaint.” He sounded more irritated than sleepy now.

“Go ahead, you’re just mad I’m getting laid and you aren't.” You playfully slap Haechans arm, but he nips at your hand. The other side of the door grows silent, Doyoung either going to report you two, or going back to his room defeated.

“Shall we pick up where we left off princess?”

[over--and-out]

Can i request an Eddie Munson x male reader who plays piano or violin (just like more classical music) and how Eddie would react to the different style of music

but its no rush man, just make sure to drink water and chill 🙏 :D

Stereotypical, Overcomplicated

Eddie Munson x Male Reader

Summary: Eddie isn't too excited to be doing homework, but you learn that he knows just how to keep you distracted long enough to keep from doing it.

Warnings: season four spoilers but not really, not proofread, fluff fluff, Eddie the Procrastinator

You weren't too thrilled to open the door when Eddie knocked, a groan peeling out of your throat and the metalhead smirked upon seeing the look on your face. "Not impressed, Darling?" It was the sarcasm that made you roll your eyes.

"I hate Mrs. O'Donnell's class as much as you do. Crotchety bitch." Eddie laughed a bit, his bag flopping unceremoniously to the floor and he looked around.

"It's clean in here." Your brows furrowed at his words and you laughed a bit. "Um... yeah?"

He shrugged in response. "Not surprised, you're usually... clean I guess." He shrugged and looked around until his brown eyed gaze landed in the piano graciously sitting in the living room. "That's fancy, you play?" He gave a small gesture to the instrument and you looked up from where you were organizing homework on the table.

"Oh, uh... yeah, a bit. My mom had me take classes all through middle school, you don't remember me complaining about that?" He laughed a bit and ran his fingers over the fallboard.

"Ah, yeah, yeah, I do. Just wasn't sure if you still kept it up." His eyes met yours and you laughed a bit at his response, causing the metalhead to smile in return before looking back down at the covered keys. "Play somethin' for me?" Once again his eyes met yours and you gave an enthusiastic nod as you make a quick waddle over to the piano. You'd always enjoyed playing, even if the lessons you had to take were annoying. Eddie quickly stepped out of the way and held his hands up in mock surrender, watching as you revealed the keys of the piano and flipped through the music book waiting to be used.

Your fingers danced along the keys briefly as a test and Eddie pulled a chair next to you to listen. He leaned his head on his palm, watching you curiously and a small smirk played on his face.

"Don't be shy, sweetheart." You gave him a small glare and smiled.

You began the tune, beautiful and classical and Eddie's smirk immediately grew when he heard the melody of your skilled fingers.

"Moonlight Sonata? Dude that's the most stereotypical-" you cut him off with a sharp high note and you turned your gaze to him.

"Well I didn't see you making any song requests Munson." He laughed and ran his hands down his chest, wiping the sweat off on his Iron Maiden band tee.

"Well I don't remember you asking." You gave a playful scoff.

"Well you don't seem the type to know a lot of classical music." He smirked and tilted his head, scratching his chin in thought.

"Yeah well, remember the three years in drama class sweetheart? Lot if it there, bunches of classical music." Your eyebrows raised in questioning.

"Any did you like any of said classical music?" You tilted your head, your tone mischievous.

He shrugged, picking at his black nail polish and he made a face in thought. When he spoke, he had that slightly dramatic lilt to his tone. "I suppose. Some of it was good, yeah. HATED that Wizard of Oz play though. The lion suit was itchy as shit." You gave a loud laugh at his annoyed tone.

"Wizard of Oz doesn't count as classical music!" "Oh come on, we were basically opera singing, I hated it! That's gotta give me some brownie points man." Your laughter grew as he continued before he gave a scoff and gently shoved you.

"Yknow just because I'm a metal kind of guy, doesn't mean I don't venture into the realms of other music." You gave a nod and gently bumped your shoulder into his. He gave a look, playful and lighthearted as he bumped into you as well.

"I know. It's just hard to imagine is all."

"Oh I bet it is Mr. Stereotypical Monlight Sonata. Your taste is wayyyyy too complicated."

"You mean versatile? Flexible?"

"Nah man just straight up overcomplicated. As complicated as this practiced judgement has ever seen."

"Is that even a word?"

"Yeah, it's gotta be."

With the playful banter between the two of you dragging on into the evening, the homework laying on the table lay forgotten, doomed to meet the fate of a zero.

[novamirmirsblog]

Romanoff in aisle 4

MINOR BLACK WIDOW SPOILERS (I think)

Word Count: 1020

Genre: fluff

Request: no

Warnings: none?

Summary: Natasha wasn't too sure about you meeting her family so what happens when you run into them at the supermarket

A/N: I'm not too sure about this one - it's been sitting in my WIPs for a hot min but I figured you guys have been patient so VOILA

You and Natasha had been dating for just under 2 and a half years when the question of meeting the family popped up. You wanted to know more about Natasha's childhood in Ohio and the cute little sister she described but Natasha was adamant that you couldn't. Not yet anyway. Natasha already knew all about your family, even if they knew nothing about her. She had run a deep background check when you had first joined the team, not trusting SHIELD's nor Tony's measures. You had attempted to do the same to her but came up with nothing. Her name was clearly changed from whatever she was born with, and you found nothing on any of the relatives she spoke of.

It was ironic that not even 48 hours after having the discussion of meeting Natasha's family, that you had bumped into her sister and father.

"Natasha!" A deep Russian voice echoed over the tinny supermarket music. You immediately reached for your gun, abandoning the shopping trolly and spinning around to face the deep voice. You felt Natasha tense beside you but she made no move to get her gun.

"Alexi" Natasha sighed out, putting the pasta packet into the trolly "What the hell are you doing here?" You kept your gun raised but turned the safety back on.

"What? I cant just drop in to see my daughter? At least your sister comes to visit." Alexi jostled the blonde standing next to him.

"No I don't. That is a lie." Natasha's sister rolled her eyes, her accent arguably thicker than the large Russian man's was. She moved away from him, grabbing a bag of rice and putting it in a completely empty basket.

The whole thing was slightly suspicious. You were on edge. There was no such thing as coincidences - at least not from your experience. How on earth, in this large country, had the four of you managed to all go to the same shop.

"It's okay Y/n, they're harmless." Natasha placed her hand on your gun, lowering it slightly for you before you put it back in its holster. "I'll ask you again, what are you guys doing here?" This time Natasha addressed the question to her sister.

"They wanted to see who you were dating."

"Yelena! I told you not to tell them!" Natasha threw her hands in the air slightly, letting out a huff.

"Now now, don't fight girls. Besides, why would you keep such a beautiful creature from us! There will be such cute grandbabies!"

"You told your sister?" You turned to Natasha. You thought you weren't telling people about your relationship. The two of you weren't actively hiding it, but you weren't parading it around either. Obviously the whole team knew but that was a story for another time.

"Yes?" Natasha looked sheepishly at you. "Look I don't think this is the place for this conversation."

"You're right. Your mother will want to be here for this too."

You watched in stunned silence as the three of them abandoned their shopping and walked out of the shop. It was strange to see Natasha so...normal. She was happily bickering with her sister and telling her dad to stop hugging her, all normal things a normal family would do. You snapped out of your daze and got in the car with Natasha and her family.

~~~~~

By the time you had arrived at the hotel Natasha's family was staying at, you had sat through a full blown lecture about why Yelena's jacket had so many pockets and why Natasha was a poser.

"Mama! Y/n agrees, Natasha is a poser! Also I need you to sew more pockets for Y/n." Yelena flopped on a bed, shouting into the bathroom.

If you thought Alexi was intimidating, you were about to be shocked. Even though Natasha's mother was a lot smaller than Alexi, she demanded attention as her presence filled up the room. You suddenly saw where Natasha got her natural confidence and amazing posture from.

"Hmm" Natasha's mother walked up to you, giving you a once over before circling you slowly. You knew any of them could kill you in an instant if they wanted to but you hadn't truly felt it until this very moment.

"Melinaaa, don't be mean." Alexi puts a hand on her shoulder, stopping her from circling you. "What do you think!"

"Hey, no. We're not ranking my girlfriend."

"I would give her a 10/10" Yelena called from the bed.

"That's because she likes your pockets dear." Melina said, her eyes not leaving you. You stayed completely still as she got even closer to you. You tilted your chin up ever so slightly, almost in an act of defiance before Melina broke out into a large grin. "I like you."

The tension from the room dissipated instantly and you took a breath you didn't know you were holding. You thought you were done with the evaluation until Melina started talking.

"You have good posture, you don't back down easily and Natasha is clearly head over heels for you."

"...Melina..." Natasha groans out.

"And she likes my pockets!"

"...and you like Yelena's pockets however none of those things matter if you hurt my daughter because I will hunt you until you are so tired you willingly give yourself up to me so I can break your spirit before cutting you into tiny little piec-"

"OKAY! That's enough of that thank you!" Natasha pulls you away from Melina, putting herself between the two of you. Had it been a different scenario, it would have been comical considering you were both taller than Natasha and so Melina continued to glare at you.

"This is why I never bring anyone around..." Natasha mumbled.

"No. You never bring anyone around because you loved Y/n since the first day you saw her." Yelena said with a confidence only a little sister possessed.

"I don't know what you mean."

"Babe you're nearly as red as your hair." You wrapped your arms around her waist and spoke into her ear. This only caused her face to get redder.

"Completely whipped. Remember when we were like that love?" Alexi spun Melina around and she laughed lightly.

"Ew. Stop being all lovey and nasty in my presence." Yelena groaned as she threw a pillow over her face.

"Stop being a child Yelena." Natasha said

"sToP bEiNg a cHiLd" Yelena mocked.

"I do not sound like that!"

"Yes you do. You sound exactly like that."

Natasha broke out of your arms and landed on Yelena, pushing the pillow further into her face. "Take that back."

"Natasha if you're going to kill your sister, at least do it properly."

Yelena scrambled up from under the pillow. "Mama! How could you!"

"Well either fight back or die." Alexi deadpanned.

"Or..." Your voice drew everyone's attention. "We could go grab something to eat. I'm starving."

"Aw baby I'm so sorry!" Natasha came rushing over to you, abandoning her task of killing her sister. "Where do you want to eat? I completely forgot we hadn't had lunch. How about that diner? Or we could get Italian? Or how about Mexican?"

"I don't mind. Where do you guys want to eat?" You looked at the shock on the other's faces and smiled. You might not have super spy skills but you knew just how to get your girlfriend to stop doing something.

"I think you're my new favourite person... When's the wedding?" Yelena asked, already half way out the door. "Oh- and let's get Italian! I want pizza..."

[ptergwen]

smoke and mirrors

⇢ richkid!tom x richkid!reader ⇠

w/c: 4.1k

warnings: swearing, drinking, light angst, and implied smut

summary: because of your mother’s insistence on a pristine family image and tom’s messy one, you deny your true feelings for him

a/n: ok ok ok the pics of tom in monaco really made me think and i had to get everything out of my system so here we are! thank you and enjoy x

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your living room is engulfed by a hushed chatter that comes from far too many guests. half the people, you hardly know. it’s overcrowded, superficial, and the last place you want to be. it’s one of your mother’s get-togethers, as she likes to call them. these things are always far from the casual affairs they sound like.

weeks go into planning, caterers and decorators making themselves at home in yours. the family’s image is everything to your mom, so being a good hostess is her top priority. ironically, she’s more concerned with throwing her gatherings than raising you. so much for family, huh?

the only reason you agreed to make an appearance tonight is that tom might do the same. he’s a really good friend, someone you’ve been able to count on through all the mess that is your lives. you met in high school, when he moved from london to the states. his dad was offered a job promotion he couldn’t pass up. plus, tom and his brothers would be receiving a stellar private education here in america.

it was a win for everyone, especially you. the freckle faced boy who got lost on his way to english class became your closest confidant. tom’s company is such a sweet escape. he’s not interested in opera or the stock market like most people you meet are. he sneaks you out to go on walks at dawn and does shots with you until you can’t stand straight.

as you two continue to grow together, revelations about yourselves have come to light. what you want beyond your inheritances, who you want beyond friendship. you figured out the second part on a faithful night recently. tom showed up to your place with a bottle of tequila. after you drank it down through lots of lime chasers and giggles, he kissed you. you didn’t kiss back.

your heart said to go for it, but your mind pulled you back in. you were so shocked and overcome with new feelings, you froze up. that, and you’d infuriate your mother. although she cares about tom a great deal, she loathes his public figure. he’s always getting papped in places and with people he shouldn’t be. the two of you together would just destroy her.

you still want to please your mom at the end of the day, no matter how deep under your skin she gets.

tom immediately apologized and tried play it off as him being drunk. you grew up with him, became part of each other’s families, which means you know him well enough to know he was lying. he meant every second his lips were on yours.

what you need to do now is something you’ve meant to for a while. the only problem is that you’re stuck at your mother’s party, and tom hasn’t shown up yet.

“y/n, darling,” your mom calls for your attention. she’s dragged you into a conversation with some bloggers, but you haven’t spoken a word. “why don’t you tell us about your trip to spain last summer?” she plasters on her award winning grin and squeezes your shoulder. it’s time to play along.

“oh, it was beautiful,” you halfheartedly reply, more to the bloggers than her. they nod in clear interest. one jots down notes. “we went for a few weeks and visited a bunch of different cities. i’d love to go back sometime.” the typical press formatted answer earns your mom’s approval. you’re off the hook. your eyes start to wander around the room, hoping to set on tom.

“we?” the woman taking notes asks. must everyone pry? “my friend and i,” you shortly reply. you’re standing up on your tiptoes to see over the crowd. you’d think six inch heels would do the trick. “i’m actually looking for him right now, so if you’ll excuse me,” you offer a polite smile and silently pray they won’t ask who. unfortunately, your wishes don’t come true.

the other blogger, a short and stubborn man, speaks up. “just a friend you say? come on, tell us. who’s the lucky fella?” he inquires. your mother raises a firm eyebrow, signaling for you not to.

tom has a reputation for his reckless behavior. it’s your mom’s worst nightmare when the media associates your names under most circumstances. you’re representing her, so she does whatever she can to control how you’re seen. you’re constantly in the papers, being a young socialite and all. it sucks.

“he’d like to stay out of the tabloids, sorry,” you cover for tom, on your mom’s behalf. “i should really go. it was nice meeting you.” the bloggers don’t bother to hide their disappointment as you shake their hands. your mother rubs your back in approval. “thank you for doing that. we’ll talk later,” she speaks lowly. “bye, mom!” you practically make a run for it. 

weaving through the sea of people, you end up by the main entrance. it’s hard not to get lost even though it’s your house. the place is packed with girls just a couple years older than you, wearing pearls around their necks. men’s strong colognes flow through the air. you’re in a form fitting red slip dress and louboutins yourself.

smoke and mirrors is what they call it. you show the pretty parts to distract from your ugly ones.

harrison suddenly comes waltzing in with a lady on either of his arms. you’d expect nothing less. he’s tom’s best friend besides you, considering the failed kiss attempt didn’t change that. their parents worked at the london branch of the same company. they each came to the states and met you. you happily introduced them to your world, helping to make it theirs as well.

“haz!” you meet him at the front door. he’s smirking while he leads the women inside. “fancy seeing you here, isn’t it?” he jokes. “very funny. i died laughing,” you deadpan, curiously eyeing harrison’s plus two. they merely giggle. “listen, have you seen tom anywhere? if he’s coming.” you’re fighting back a frown. “why wouldn’t he be?” harrison questions in a more serious tone this time.

“long story. you have guests to entertain, so i won’t get into it now,” you decide and manage a small smile instead. he perks up. “right. i’ll let you know if i see him?” nodding, you give him a wave goodbye. “enjoy yourself.” “you too, love. cheers!” the girls lean into him, harrison wiggling his eyebrows at you. he’s ridiculous.

hours pass by without word of tom. it isn’t like him to miss an event, especially if you’re in attendance. you despise these exhausting nights, and he’s supposed to be your rock during them. he should have his arm draped around your shoulders, whispering silly remarks to you while you hide out somewhere. you miss him more than you thought possible.

you’re just about to give up when you spot nikki ushering her husband inside. behind them follows tom, clad in a grey checkered suit with his locks perfectly tousled. he’s here. you waited the whole night, and he finally came.

tom kisses his mom on the cheek before strutting over to the drink table, not without a few reporters hassling him. they’re probably looking for another holland scandal to break. he declines their requests for comments on this and opinions on that, instead pulling up a chair next to harrison. the two exchange hugs and fix themselves glasses of champagne, you watching their encounter.

harrison fills tom in on the drama he’s missed tonight while they sip their drinks. tom keeps forcing smiles that don’t reach his eyes. he’s fiddling with his fingers, leg bouncing up and down steadily. those are the telltale signs he needs saving. however awkward it may be, you’re going to have to break your silence. it was bound to happen eventually.

“mate, i’m telling you. she fit her entire first right up her-“ “boys,” you cut into harrison’s story, greeting him and tom. his face tints deep pink upon your arrival. “don’t let me stop you. finish your charming anecdote,” you encourage him and subtly glance over at tom. he’s biting back a grin as he sets his elbows on the table.

“not with a lady present. let’s just… pretend you didn’t hear that,” harrison chuckles nervously and hops to his feet. “i’m gonna leave you two to chat.” humming, you move to take his chair. tom sucks in a breath. “what happened to the girls you brought?” you wonder. “they left. said they got bored,” harrison admits, tom stifling laughter. he elbows his friend for that.

“oh, fuck off. i’ll see you later,” he mopes, flicking your arm for good measure. tom salutes him and grabs his nearly empty champagne. “so long, bruv.”

it’s just you and tom now, seated side by side, silently so. he has no intentions of speaking first. he’s too embarrassed, and you don’t blame him. this is on you. you clear your throat before starting the conversation.

“can i top you off?” you tap the bottom of his glass with a tiny smile. tom shakes his head. “i’m alright, thanks.” he finishes the last sip and sets it down, turning to face you. your smile has vanished. “wasn’t sure you were gonna make it. i’m glad you did,” you change the subject. as if he’s considering the sincerity behind your words, tom furrows his eyebrows.

“mum wanted us to. she dragged me and dad straight off the golf course,” he explains and clasps his hands in his lap. his fingers interlock with each other. you fight off the urge to replace them with yours. “we would’ve been here sooner, but the paps are camped outside.” the hint of a smile forms on his lips, at last. “guess it’s not often you get the town’s finest under one roof.”

“you think i’m one of the town’s finest?” you tease, resting your chin in your palm. something flashes behind tom’s eyes. he looks right into yours, scooting closer. “absolutely. you’re the most eligible bachelorette in this whole building.” you allow a toothy grin to spread across your face. “tommy, stop it. you’re too nice to me.”

the nickname is music to his ears. tom looks you up and down, licking his lips simultaneously. “no, seriously. you look gorgeous,” he muses, you pushing at his chest. he exhales a breathy laugh, and you giggle yourself. “red’s definitely your color.” “reverse card. you wear it way better than i do,” you insist. your fingers tug at the collar of his suit. “too bad you didn’t match me.”

you’re relieved you two can talk like you usually do, light flirting and good vibes. it might not be so hard to put the kiss behind you. well, you can’t go on pretending it didn’t happen. you have to at least discuss the fiasco. tom should know why you didn’t reciprocate, then you can take it from there. whether he still has feelings for you, assuming he ever did, will depend on how that turns out.

“not to ruin the fun, but we still have to talk,” you murmur, tom’s body stiffening across from yours. he’s not sure he’s ready to discuss that. “can it wait? we’re at a party,” tom reminds you, running a hand through his styled locks. “yeah, my mother’s. don’t tell me you’re having a good time,” you playfully chastise him. he simply shrugs. “hardly. you’re the best part.”

you ignore the butterflies roaming about your body.

“you won’t mind a quick convo, then. it is with me,” you attempt to persuade him and place a hand on his knee. tom coughs a bit too loudly, the contact surprising him. “you know what? i think i’ll take you up on that drink first,” he decides with a mustered up smile. “coming right up.” you pat his leg before taking his glass. he chews on his lower lip while you poor the bubbling liquid. that was certainly… odd.

you slide tom his champagne back with an exaggerated wink. tom scoffs at this. “mm, thanks. care to join me?” he brings the alcohol to his lips, eyes never leaving yours. your mother specifically said no drinking tonight, since the press would be here. screw your mother, though. “please. could you hand me a glass?” you eagerly grab the champagne bottle. tom searches for an empty cup next to him.

you two are unspoken drinking buddies at this point.

“here you are, darling,” tom drawls, holding out the glass for you. every time he calls you that, you completely melt. “thanks, tommy,” you purr in response. you’re finally pouring your own drink when someone taps you on the shoulder, and hard. you look behind you to find your mother standing with her hands on her hips, less than thrilled. speak of the devil.

“hello, mother. can i help you?” you make sure to ask rudely. she responds with a smile that’s obviously fake. if tom weren’t here, you’d be getting scolded. “yes, my darling. those bloggers from earlier were hoping you’d finish your interview.” your mom shakes your shoulder in a motherly way. you squint up at her. “didn’t they leave hours ago-“ “they’re back,” she sharply informs you.

she’s lying, and you have a hunch as to why.

frowning, you hold tom’s hand in both of yours. “sorry, this won’t take long. why don’t you go find tuwaine?” you suggest instead. “he’s around here somewhere.” tom gives you an understanding nod and laces your fingers together, even if it’s only for a moment. “must be chatting up some producers or whatnot. i’ll see if i can help.” he’s such an incredible friend to everyone. he deserves the same from you.

“thomas, so lovely to see you,” your mom interrupts. tom stands up, kissing both her cheeks out of courtesy. “you, too. what a wonderful party. thank you for having us.” despite what the rest of the world believes, his manners are impeccable. “of course. give nikki my best, will you?” your mom puts her hands on his shoulders. he grins at her. “definitely. take care, mrs. y/l/n.” “always a pleasure,” she states, nudging you to come along with her.

you shoot tom one last apologetic look as your mother pulls you along and towards the crowd.

tom is no idiot. he’s well aware how she really feels about him.

when a swarm of guests is surrounding you, your mom lets go. you scowl, crossing your arms over your chest. “why would you do that? i haven’t seen tom in days.” she sighs without a care. “isn’t it time you branch out? expand your social circle?” her manicured fingers ruffle your hair. you push away her touch. “i’m social enough. we were in the middle of something really important.”

you begin to walk away, but your mother takes your arm. “whatever you’re about to do, it’s a mistake. he’ll make a fool of you,” she practically spits. yanking your arm from her grasp, you laugh bitterly. “of me, or of the family name? look around, mom.” you gesture to the spot beside her where your dad should be. “as far as i’m concerned, i have no family except tom. i’m gonna go check on him.”

you’re gone before your mom can stop you. she simply stands there, utterly mortified by what you said.

you run around the house to find tom, stumbling in your heels and not giving a fuck. you’d truly meant the part about him being your family. all the holland’s, honestly. they’re the most genuine and caring souls, and you don’t want to lose the one you’re closest to because of your mother’s delusions. 

tom is in a circle with harrison and tuwaine, the three of them chuckling amongst themselves. you’d hate to bug him, but this can’t wait anymore.

“uh, tom?” you mumble his name, appearing behind him. he steps away with another quiet laugh. “hey, y/n/n. that was quick, hm?” your face gives away your distress. his whole demeanor shifting, tom reaches for your hands. “what is it, love? is something the matter?” “just… come with me,” you croak out.

you manage to smile at harrison and tuwaine, dropping one of tom’s hands so you can lead him upstairs. they each return the smile and share curious looks.

following behind you, tom keeps your hand tight in his own. he’d thought you were going to grill him about the kiss that barely happened. it seems like this is a much more pressing matter. his outburst of emotions can be discussed another time. now, it’s time to deal with yours.

you drag tom into the first room on the second floor, which is your dad’s study. he’s away on business this weekend, so he luckily couldn’t make the party. tom sits down in the office chair. you sit up on the desk, in front of him. your lip quivers the second his worried features come into view.

“y/n/n, what’s going on? why are we in here?” tom wonders, his tone soft. your heart clenches. “i- i wanted us to have some privacy when i told you this,” you sniffle out and blink back the tears forming. you’re sort of shaken from the conversation with your mother, and mostly because you have no idea how tom will react to your confession.

his hands come to stay on your thighs, right below your dress. they feel warm against your bare skin.

“tell me what? i’m listening, yeah?” tom gazes up at you with so much love. “lay it all out for me.” god, he’s fucking amazing. if only you knew where to start. “do you, um…” you trail off, letting your tears subside and words settle. “do you remember when your family made your big debut in town?”

a grin replaces tom’s frown, painting his beautiful face. “how could i forget? you made it quite memorable.” he traces circles on your thigh and elicits a giggle from you. “i spilled a whole thing of soda on your white fucking button down,” you recount with a lighthearted sigh. “right before your dad was supposed to introduce you to everyone, too.”

tom presses his tongue into his cheek to hold back another grin. “took ages to get it out. dad went mad when i didn’t show.” he cocks his head to the side, you leaning back on your hands. “you held me hostage in the laundry room so you could do that bloody stain stick.” your mouth drops open in mock offense. “i had to clean up my mess! i wasn’t gonna let the world meet you covered in pepsi.”

that was one of your earliest memories together. the holland’s threw a party and invited everyone who was willing to attend. they had been hoping to properly introduce themselves to the town, and this was their way of doing so. although yours and tom’s friendship was fairly new, you spent all night together because you had experience with such events.

tom’s dad was making a speech to thank the guests for coming. you and him listened from the snack table, until his name was called. he rushed to go up there while you were pouring yourself a drink. he’d bumped into you, and the bottle ended up all over him. you snuck tom right off to his laundry room.

you’d felt terrible as he stood there shirtless and blushing, you aggressively swiping his button down with a stain stick.

“why do you bring that up?” tom questions and continues circling your skin. you purse your lips. “i dunno. it was the last party i actually enjoyed,” you admit, putting your hand over his that rests on your thigh. “like to reminisce when i’m suffering through one of my mother’s.” his eyes shift to where your hands are laced. “i see,” he affirms. “so, is that… all you wanted to talk about?” “not even close,” you laugh out.

a burst of courage coursing through your body, you say it. “when you kissed me the other night-“ “i won’t do it again,” tom cuts in, trying to avoid the rejection he thinks you’ll give him. “it was a mistake, and i’m so sorry. our friendship is more important than my feelings.” you seem excited to hear that, though it’s not for the reason tom expects. “you do have feelings for me?”

he’d forgotten about his i was drunk excuse.

“um, yeah. i do,” he admits, cheeks rosy and lip caught in his teeth. “but, i’ll learn to put them aside, if that’s what’s best.” “no, no. it isn’t,” you dismiss him and put your free hand on his chest. “i love you, tom. that’s what i was really trying to tell you.” your words bring an instant grin to his face. he chuckles in disbelief, standing from the chair.

“fuck, thank god. that’s all i’ve ever wanted to hear.” he’s between your legs now, his hands moving up to your hips. you’re beaming at him as your arms snake around his neck. a burning question comes to tom’s mind. “hang on. why didn’t you kiss me back, then?” he almost whispers, thumb brushing over your hipbone. “this is gonna sound weird, but… my mom,” you reluctantly let out.

“you’re gonna have to elaborate,” tom prompts you and raises an eyebrow. you can’t hold back your eye roll. “she’s never been a fan of the person you are in the media.” his lips form a line. “i gathered.” your fingers tangle in his curls at the nape of his neck reassuringly. “i was subconsciously scared i would be letting her down in some way, if we were together.”

tom allows your hands to work their way up to his scalp. he exhales contentedly as you play with his ever so soft hair. “i understand, she’s intimidating. what’s changed that brilliant mind of yours about coming clean?” your nose scrunches up when he pokes one of your temples. “oh, yeah. i yelled at her earlier ‘cuz she stole me away from you.” his face lights up. “sexy.” “shut up,” you groan. “someone had to tell her off.”

“good thing it got to be you,” tom agrees with a squeeze at your hip. “‘m proud of you, y/n/n. it’s not easy, standing up to mummy dearest.” you tug on his hair. “like you’d know. nikki is a saint.” “that’s what she’ll have you believe,” he says under his breath, you gasping. his lips turn up in a smirk. “on that note… i love you, too.”

“would’ve been embarrassing if you didn’t say it back,” you acknowledge with a cheesy smile. tom dips his head down to rest his forehead against yours. “yeah, yeah. save the attitude for your mum.” your legs easily wrap around his waist, tom’s breath hot as it hits your face. “let’s give that kiss another go,” you mewl. he doesn’t hesitate to reply. “with pleasure.”

tom’s lips land on yours, you kissing back right away. he smiles into it as your lips gently move together. “about fucking time,” he grumbles, your hands situating in his chocolate curls once again. he’s savoring every second you touch him, kiss him, love him. the taste of your mouth is one he’s craved for longer than you could imagine.

it doesn’t take long for things to heat up, you messing with tom’s hair and tom rubbing your hips. you lay back on the desk as his tongue enters your mouth. holding you by your waist, tom hovers over you. his tongue tangles with yours in a deep kiss. between that and his fingers beginning to massage your thigh, you’re done for. you’re ready to take this a step further by the time he’s kissing down your neck.

“tommy?” you grab onto his shoulders, your head back. his lips detach from your skin with a grin. “yeah, love? ‘s everything okay?” he coos, pressing a final kiss to your collarbone. “more than.” you tilt his chin up to peck his lips. “you wouldn’t happen to have a condom, would you? just thinking ahead.” he laughs breathlessly, reaching into his suit pocket.

“conveniently enough, i do. not sure your dad would like me fucking you on his desk, though.” tom sets his hand on your leg that’s still hooked around his waist. “my room’s always available. carry me?” you make grabby hands and bat your lashes. he hoists you up by your waist, not lifting you just yet. “that would break the news of us, no? your mum’s gonna go apeshit.” he keeps his arms around you, chuckling.

“let her. besides, i know a couple of bloggers that would love to announce our status update.” you peck tom’s lips, grinning as you do. you’re suddenly in the air and being picked up by tom. the surprise of it makes you squeal, clutching onto his broad shoulders instinctively. he gives you the look of adoration that’s reserved for you only.

“we’ll go pop a few bottles with everyone, then we’re celebrating on our own.”

[ynscrazylife]

hi there! so i saw that you write about the mcu and dceu which is super cool bc i have this amazing idea of a story between me, the avengers, the guardians and the justice league (platonic ofc!) i was thinking about the three teams were preparing my birthday in a yard and while they are preparing everything, bruce banner is picking me up and him and i could get closer in a romantic way (mostly because he's my fav), and when i arrive everyone is suprising me and then we have a lot of fun 1/2

The Surprise Party | avengers, guardians, justice league fluff fic

Summary: Ignoring how they’re from different universes, the superheroes throw their friend an amazing surprise birthday party.

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There was a reason why the Avengers, the Guardians of the Galaxy, and the Justice League didn’t all get together: with that many superheroes, in one space, chaos was bound to break out. That chaos could be, quite literally, anything. From Iron Man challenging the Flash to an arm wrestling contest to Aquaman attacking Groot when he thought he was an enemy. Long story short, it just wasn’t a good idea . . . Until they found out that besides saving the world, all three teams had one thing in common: Y/N Y/LN.

Y/N had, to everyone’s astonishment, been on all three teams. Born as a Metahuman, she had started out on the Justice League team. Then, on a solo mission, she accidentally entered a black hole and bam! she found herself in another universe, and quickly bonded with the Guardians of the Galaxy. Eventually, it was determined that the Guardians couldn’t help her return to her home world - or universe - so she bid them goodbye and sought out the Avengers.

Y/N was the reason they had met. The reason that they knew of each other's universes. Now, seeing as her birthday was rapidly approaching, she was the reason they were coming together once more. Each superhero had their own connection with Y/N and adored her. Batman and Captain America were like father figures while Black Widow, Mera, and Wonder Woman were her mother figures, Furthermore, Aquaman and Thor were her mentors, Starlord, Iron Man, and Superman were like her big brothers, Gamora and Scarlet Witch were like her sisters, and Falcon, Rocket, Groot, Hawkeye, and Drax were her best friends.

There was someone else who fit into Y/N’s life in an entirely different way, though. That was the Hulk, aka Bruce Banner, who Y/N had a growing crush on. Coincidentally, his role in their birthday surprise was to be the distractor. He’d take Y/N out and about, staying as far away as possible from the Avengers Tower, while the other superheroes set up.

As expected, the planning hardly went smoothly.

Tony and Barry got into another confrontation, this time over Y/N’s choice of music (which went on until Mera and Wanda butted in with the music Y/N actually enjoyed), Arthur began to get on Natasha’s last nerves, and Rocket almost started eating her cake . . . and that was only a bit of what happened in the first half of the day.

Meanwhile, Bruce kept Y/N occupied. He took her out to her favorite breakfast place and breakfast was on him and then they filled the day at a carnival park. Bruce happily accompanied her on all the rides she wanted to go on (despite almost Hulking out multiple times) and even won Y/N some stuffed animals by throwing rings. He even got her lots and lots of cotton candy and then let her ride on his back when she got a stomach ache. All in all, though, it was a fun time. So fun that Bruce almost forgot that they had a party to get to!

Which is exactly why he frantically texted the groupchat that they were on their way and had to practically drag Y/N away from wanting to go on the ferris wheel for the third time. When confronted with questions, the lie that there was an emergency mission slipped off the brunette’s tongue -- probably not the smartest lie because Y/N had declared weeks before that if there were any missions on the week of her birthday, she wasn’t going -- but it worked long enough to keep her distracted, even if she was too busy with pouting and grumbling.

As they got closer and closer, Bruce could barely contain his excitement. Not only had he had a fantastic game, he was about to spend the night partying with the woman he had a crush on and celebrating her birthday. Who knows - maybe he’d even ask her out?!

When they got there, Y/N was ready to march inside and suit up, but Bruce tugging on her arm made her stop. Ignoring her endless questions and cries of frustration, he took his time leading her through the tower and into the backyard so the superheroes would have time to hide. Bruce let Y/N go before him and the moment she opened the doors, everyone jumped out wearing party hats and yelled: “SURPRISE!”

To say she was surprised would be a total understatement. In fact, she was so surprised that she stumbled back, directly into the scientist, and with his quick reflexes he steadied her and lightly nudged her forward and out of her shocked state. She had let out the biggest gasp that any of them had ever heard, her eyes went wide, and her hands flew over her mouth.

Slowly, she walked forward, overwhelmed by the sight before her. Not only were all her teammates - her friends, even family - together, but the place looked amazing. There were streamers, a big sign saying HAPPY BIRTHDAY, balloons, even a fake throne that Tony and Bruce had constructed earlier that week!

“Oh-oh my god, you guys . . . Thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you!” She cried out, jumping up and down.

Everyone smiled. “Of course, sweetheart,” Arthur said.

“Go sit on your throne - presents are up first!” Tony added.

Y/N immediately ran and jumped onto the big throne.

“Aren’t presents supposed to be last or something?” Clint muttered to Steve as they walked over.

“Yeah, but Tony keeps boasting on how good his present is,” Steve replied.

Everyone mingled on over there and Tony presented his birthday present, which was definitely over-wrapped, first. After the squeals she emitted, the others were next. Everyone had gotten her their own birthday present, but Arthur and Mera went over the top when they joined together with their powers to make Y/N something super special.

Afterwards, they spent the rest of the time absolutely PARTYING! They had a dance contest which JARVIS was the judge of and Y/N won, but the next round Y/N co-judged with JARVIS and they determined that Rocket and Barry were tied for first place, Peter and Clint tied for second place, and Bruce got third place. Then, they moved onto playing games (Y/N and Bruce teamed up and they CRUSHED everyone else, because they already had experience working together at the carnival that day) and finally, it was time for cake. Y/N got the biggest piece and, of course, Rocket and Arthur fought over the cake (Groot smacked them).

They partied until the sun came up, where everyone either fell asleep or had someone fall asleep on them. In the morning, everyone awoke, only to see Y/N still asleep, her head resting on Bruce’s shoulder and a blanket wrapped around them both. It was the most adorable sight they had ever witnessed and Bruce carried her to bed while Natasha took her shoes off. The superheroes left her to sleep in and she came downstairs a couple hours later, a breakfast full of waffles, pancakes, anything you could imagine waiting for her.

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