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bellysoupset · 1 year ago

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Alas! Finally the kitty fic:

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It wasn't raining, it was pouring. Jonah winced as he looked out of the window, tugging on the sleeves of his sweater and walking across the room, so he could turn up the thermostat a little bit.

It was quite the uneventful Friday. Leo had court today, so he was late and hadn't texted, but Jon wasn't worried, since that was par for the course. He had done his clinic hours in the morning and then gone home, spending the rest of the evening fixing up the place.

Vince wasn't a super messy guy, but he wasn't extra neat either and he had been unable to move for a while. Now he was back in the dorms, despite Leo complaining it was silly not to stay another week, at least so he could remove the sling, but Vin was nothing if not a very proud guy.

So now he was gone and Jonah couldn't help but relax a little bit. He had liked having the guy around and liked helping his friend, feeling like his care actually was being translated into understandable, tangible acts, but he was also very relieved to have him gone. It was good to have home just to the two of them again.

Jonah huffed as he fished out a pair of Vin's socks from the washing machine and rolled his eyes, throwing it in the dryer alongside the rest of their clothes.

This was something else that was new. Doing laundry.

He used to simply send his clothes down, his fancy building had a laundry service and they sent up the clothes ironed and smelling amazing. Leo, though, was against them using it. In his own words "you're a fucking adult, just use your washing machine."

So they did laundry now, or at least everything except for Leo's suits and Jon's fussy shirts, because neither of them were about to iron those.

Jon was sorting the frozen meals - finally they could have lactose again - when the landline rang. No one ever phoned him home, ever, so he frowned and reached for it immediately.

"Hello?"

"Mr. Banks, hello. It's Matthew from the front desk," the older man said and Jonah raised his eyebrows as he wondered why the call. Certainly they hadn't received any packages past six o'clock when it was raining hell outside.

"Hi, Matthew," Jon frowned, "what's the matter?"

"I might be overstepping, sir," Matthew sounded a little fearful, "but Mr. Wagner's been sitting in his car in the garage for at least thirty minutes now and I'm a little concerned."

"How did-"

"The cameras, sir," Matthew explained and Jon nodded, realizing a minute later the man couldn't see him.

"You're not overstepping at all, Matthew, thank you for calling. I'm gonna go check on him, thanks."

"You're welcome, sir. Have a nice evening."

Jonah hung up and immediately went to retrieve his phone. There was no new text from Leo. Uh. Very weird.

He put his shoes back on and left the apartment, deciding to investigate.

True to what Matthew had said, Leo was sitting in his own car - a much older car, that Jonah generally despised with his whole being. The driver's door was open, one of Leo's legs hanging outside and the engine was off.

"Leo?" Jon asked, stepping closer and beyond confused, "baby, what are you doing sitting here?"

"Hey..." Leo sounded exhausted, but most importantly, his voice had a super soft characteristic that sent alarm bells through Jon. He moved closer to get a good look of his boyfriend and then frowned.

Leo was soaked wet. His suit, his tie, his hair, everything was a shade darker, as if he had jumped on the deep end of a pool instead of just catching some rain before getting in the car. His face was really pale.

"What the hell happ- What's that?" Jonah interrupted himself as he realized Leo was holding something to his chest.

"It's a kitty," Leo said softly, then sniffled grossly and Jon started to get the full situation. He ignored the cat and reached in, planting his hand to Leo's forehead. It was burning up.

"You have a fever, Leo," Jonah said flatly, "a high one, I'm guessing. Where did you get that thing?"

"Don't call him that," Leo scoffed, gently playing with one of the kitten's triangular ears, "he's so sweet-"

"Don't kiss that!" Jonah scolded as he watched, with a grimace, as his boyfriend planted a kiss on top of the animal's little head, "it's probably full of diseases!"

"Don't be mean," Leo scoffed, smoothing the cat's fur, "he was crying behind the courthouse, behind some boxes."

"I'm guessing you got yourself soaked trying to capture it?" Jonah rolled his eyes, "okay, baby, get out of the car. You need to get out of these wet clothes, they're probably freezing."

"He had no one," Leo whined, not moving as he continued to pet the cat, "he was all alone, there was no mom..."

"Okay, Leo," Jonah rolled his eyes, grabbing his arm and pulling him out, "we're gonna get that thing to a shelter, but first you need a hot shower-"

"Shelter?" Leo's blue eyes were sparkling with the fever, big on his face. He squeezed the cat closer to his chest, causing the little animal to meow and paw at his tie, "no shelter," he blinked quickly, "please, Jon, not a shelter..."

Jonah frowned. He knew this voice well enough now to know this was something deeper, a trigger just waiting for him to be dumb enough and pull it. Instead he shook his head, "Okay, no shelter. I'm sure someone at the hospital will love it-"

"I'm not giving him away" Leo scoffed, once again kissing the cat and causing Jonah to cringe in disgust, "look. at. him, Jon," he held the pet to Jon's face, "he's the cutest thing! And- And he was all alone! And he needed someone... He needs a family!"

"Okay..." Jonah cringed, ignoring the cat's pitiful face right under his chin, instead looking at his boyfriend, "baby, let's just go upstairs, alright?"

Leo nodded, hiccupping and causing Jon to frown as he slammed the door shut, "is your belly upset?"

"No, I'm just cold," he said, teeth chattering, "you like him, don't you?" he continued to pet the cat, "he's so cute."

Jonah rolled his eyes, "yeah, adorable," he pushed Leo towards the elevator, "when did this fever hit you?"

"I have a fever?" Leo asked, completely enthralled by the kitten in his arms, "I think he's not a stray, his spots look fancy."

"It's a cat, Leo," Jonah huffed, cupping his boyfriend's cheeks, "baby, when did you start feeling sick?"

"I'm not sick," Leo pushed his hand away, grabbing his wrist and forcing Jonah to pet the cat, "what should we name him?"

Jonah stared at it, unimpressed. He had never been a pet person, ever. Not even back when he was a kid, his mom used to keep fancy birds and his father had one hunting dog, but Jonah had kept his distance from both pets.

The kitten meowed, still busy playing with Leo's tie. It was a really small thing, with big blue eyes and white fur, with some dark beige spots all over it. It's nose was a dark brown triangle and yeah, it was alright.

"Leo, can you answer me, please?"

"What about?" Leo sniffled again, resting his head on Jon's shoulder and smiling at the kitten, "hi, babyyy..."

"When did you start feeling sick?" Jonah repeated the question, pressing his lips to the blonde's forehead. He was burning up.

"Uhm, I was feeling pretty crappy during court..." Leo's voice broke and he grimaced, pressing a fist to his mouth as he started to cough, "I guess-" he coughed again, startling the animal, that started to climb his suit jacket, "after lunch...? Hey, where are you going..."

Jonah glared as the cat tried to hook it's claws on his sweater, "get it off of me."

"He's not gonna hurt you, he's just exploring," Leo said, his voice a lot more scratchier, "c'mere, sweetheart..."

"Stop kissing this thing, Leo, you're gonna get mono or fucking toxoplasmosis from it."

"Toxo-what?" Leo chuckled, "the pregnant women thing?" he clearly found it amusing, as he snuggled closer to Jon, trying to steal his warmth, "he's not gonna make me sick, don't be silly."

"Sure," Jonah let out a sigh of relief as the elevator came to a stop, "okay... Give me the thing."

"You mean the kitty?" Leo pouted, holding it defensively.

"Yeah, you need to get in the shower, baby. You're freezing to death," Jonah made a face as he attempted to grab the cat so Leo could shower. The blonde jumped back, his shoes squishing water.

"You're not gonna get rid of him, are you?" he pouted, holding the kitten close to his heart, "I love him."

Jon scoffed, "took you months to say I love you to me, you prick," he said, trying once again to grab the kitten. The animal hissed at him and Leo immediately cooed.

"See, he knows you're trying to get rid of him," Leo glared at him, "I'm not gonna give you the kitty."

"Oh for fuck's sake, Leo!" Jonah exclaimed, moving faster and snatching the pet, only to be scratched. He dropped it, by accident and the kitten immediately ran from him, hiding under the couch, "ah, bloody hell-"

"Why would you do that!" Leo cried out, rushing to the couch, "he didn't do anything to you, stop being such a fucking grinch!" he dropped to all fours near the couch and reached out with a hand, saying softly "here pspspsp, c'mere sweetheart..."

Jonah stared at him, then back at his hand. Baby claws or not, the kitten had managed to break skin and left a little bloody cut on the back of his hand. He pinched his nose bridge, "Leo-"

"He's got no one!" Leo shouted at him, not even bothering to look his way, "and he needs us!"

"You're sick," Jonah sighed, rubbing his temple, "the fever is making you emotional. A pet is a big responsibility-"

"I'm not emotional," Leo scoffed, falling on his ass and glaring at him, "I've always wanted a pet. This is my home. He needs a family. We're keeping him."

Jonah's mouth dropped and he tried to come up with an argument - one that wasn't absolutely not - but instead he snapped it shut, "can we talk about this tomorrow?"

"No," Leo shook his head, then coughed in the crook of his elbow. Deep, chesty coughs that made Jonah want to step closer and rub his back, an instinct he fought valiantly and stood his ground. Leo rasped for breath and glared at him again, "no. I'm not budging on this, Jon. I want it."

"And I don't want it," Jonah frowned, but he could feel his own will quickly melting away. It was rare Leo was ever this adamant about something. Clearly this was important.

"I'm not gonna beg for it," Leo's voice was steel, rasp be damned.

Jon shook his head, "I don't want you to beg. I want us to talk..." he trailed off, then rolled his eyes as the cat slipped from under the couch and climbed between Leo's legs, sitting on his lap like a pocket sized leopard. It was a little bit cute, he conceded, "is this a deal breaker for you?"

"Yes," Leo's said strongly, although his shoulders dropped as he realized the battle won.

Jonah nodded, then glared at the cat, "we're not naming it something stupid like Snowball."

"Okay," Leo grinned.

"And it stays off the bedroom."

"Okay," Leo's smile only grew.

"And stop kissing that thing until we get it checked by a vet."

"Fine, done," Leo said happily, "can we go to a vet in the morning?"

"Sure," Jon rolled his eyes, "now give me the cat, you need a shower still."

"Be gentle with him," Leo said softly, picking up the cat and the quickly kissing it one last time, causing Jon to scowl at him, "couldn't help it."

"You're not kissing me," Jon scoffed, pointing the hallway and taking the kitten, "go wash up, I'll- I'll find a box for- For him."

"Look at it, Jon," Leo smiled, using the couch to pull himself up, "he's adorable."

"If you say so," Jonah looked down at the cat and yeah, it was a little fucking adorable, trying to climb his sweater and meowing pitifully, "shower, Leo."

"I'm going," Leo said, still with a huge smile on his face and a dreamy look on his glazed eyes, "I'm just... Just give me a second."

Jonah let out a huff and smiled, "you huge sap," he said, then petted the kitten behind it's ears, smiling when the animal snapped it's head, trying to nibble at his finger, "he's like a little leopard."

"Yeah," Leo's voice was dripping with sweetness, "a little Leo."

"Ugh," Jonah groaned at the joke, "you're so sick, you're delusional. Get out of here, Leo."

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When Leo woke up again, it was late. Really, slept-past-lunch type of late. He never woke up this late, years of waking up early for school and then even more early for football practice were ingrained in him.

He blamed it on the cold, that he definitely had. There was a dull ache in his head, no doubt toned down by the meds sitting on the bedside table that he did not remember taking. A box of tissues, already opened and half used. His throat burned when he swallowed.

"Fuck," he groaned, sitting up on the bed and then glancing to his side, in search of his boyfriend. Jon's side of the bed was made, sheets fitted and blankets smoothed up.

Leo pouted, getting out of the bed and swaying on his feet. He put on a pullover that was lumpy and ugly to stop the shivering and then walked into the bathroom to wash his face... He was halfway brushing his teeth when last night hit him, just as he his old clothes in the laundry basket under the sink.

The cat!

He spat in the sink and washed his mouth as quickly as he could, then ran out of the bathroom, "Jon? Where's the cat?" Leo called, getting out of the room and power walking to the kitchen, "Jonah?"

Nothing but silence answered him. Jonah wasn't home and clearly neither was the cat.

"Nononono," Leo chanted, refusing to believe Jon would simply get rid of the little kitten while he slept. He checked the laundry room, then under the couch and inside the guest room, a series of coughs wrecking through him and causing his eyes to burn. There was a tight knot in his throat.

Jonah wouldn't get rid of the cat, right?

Leo let out a shuddering breath and fell on his ass next to the guest room's bed, leaning on his knees. He blamed the sudden wetness in his eyes on the low grade fever and sniffled pitifully, this simply wasn't right.

The front door opened and he heard a rustle, then Jon's voice "Leo? You awake?"

Rubbing angrily at his eyes, Leo swallowed against the choked up knot in his throat and walked out of the room, "where were you?"

"Lots of places, Sleeping Beauty," Jonah grinned, dropping his car keys on the table next to the door and a bag filled with medicine, "stopped by the pharmacy, got you some decent meds... Leo?"

"Where's the cat?" he frowned, crossing his arms. He still expected Jon to smile and say Surprise!, "Jon, where did you take him?"

"Her," Jon rolled his eyes, "it wasn't a boy," he shook his head, "she's a little drowsy, lots of adventures."

He stepped out of the door and into the hallway again and Leo could've cried with how happy he was as his boyfriend returned with a beige carrier.

"Meet JD Wagner Banks," Jonah smiled, fishing the cat out of the carrier and handing her to him. True to what he said, she was all sleepy and boneless, "they gave her a drug cocktail, so she's a bit out of it."

"J... JD?" Leo said in the smallest voice, eyes burning again as he took the kitten and held her to his chest, "what does it stand for...?"

"Jasmine Dean," Jonah looked very proud of himself, "JD for short... Oh you hate it," he grimaced as Leo let out a whimper.

"No, I don't, I- You gave her your family's J...?" Leo was doing a piss poor job of hiding how moved he was, "I thought you had gotten rid of her."

Jon pouted, stepping closer, "I wouldn't. Not while you slept, Leo, c'mon," he groaned, leaning in to kiss him, "give me some credit."

"I know," Leo sniffled, "I'm just- It was stupid, I'm sorry. I love you... I love her name too."

"Yeah?" Jonah smiled into the kiss, "good, because we can't change it now."

#sickfic #cold #mywriting #leo wagner #leo x jonah

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beardedmrbean · 3 days ago

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Six teenagers were charged in connection with a series of "unprovoked" attacks around Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, that happened within the span of an hour, according to investigators.

Philadelphia Police Inspector Raymond Evers said the teenagers started the attacks on the afternoon of Nov. 19, Fox 29 reported.

The first incident was reported at around 3 p.m., when a homeless man was punched in the face by one of the suspects near the intersection of 15th and Chestnut streets, according to investigators.

Minutes later, a 14-year-old girl punched a 24-year-old woman from behind near 17th and Chestnut streets, Evers said.

The rest of the teenagers then joined in and began punching the woman as she was on the ground, resulting in her suffering a concussion.

"The female wearing the pink boots was kind of the leader instructing the other kids what to do," Evers said, referring to the 14-year-old girl.

Less than an hour after the first incident, Evers said the group of teenagers made their way to the 200 block of North 19th Street, where a 31-year-old man was punched and chased.

A short time later, near the Target on 20th and Callowhill streets, a 40-year-old woman was punched.

Police had shared surveillance footage of the group of teenagers wanted for the assaults. A day after the footage was released, Evers said the 14-year-old girl showed up with her parents and turned herself in.

The next day, the other five teenage suspects surrendered to police while they were also accompanied by their parents, Evers said.

"The parents were right on point, they saw their kids did something wrong on Wednesday and on Friday they turned their kids in," Evers said.

The teenagers each face multiple charges, including aggravated assault, simple assault and reckless endangerment.

Evers said at a press conference Monday that the attacks were "unprovoked" and said investigators are still working to determine a motive.

"Of the six that were arrested, none of them were arrested before, which is very, very surprising," Evers said. "We're not sure what caused them to do this."

#nunyas news

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casspurrjoybell-33 · 11 months ago

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Wreckless - Assembly Blues

*Warning Adult Content*

Finnegan' Walker's entire week quickly went downhill. By Tuesday afternoon he still hadn't heard from Emmett Locke, not that it was all that late in the week but he had called last Tuesday so a small part of him expected it. More accurately, considering how the date had gone, he was scared Emmett wouldn't call at all and since it was Tuesday, that bit of worry had transformed itself into a huge ball of nastiness that he couldn't quite name.

Then, at a little past three o'clock, his general manager came into his office holding two of the new circuit boards and looking like someone had died. Finnegan tried to smile and reassure Richard, two fails was perfectly acceptable this early in the game. That's why they had done the run through today and not Friday. They had three days to fix whatever was wrong before they went into full production on Monday.

"Two's not bad, Richard."

He wasn't quite sure why the man had brought them to his office, he certainly couldn't fix them.

"Uh, no boss, I don't think you understand. These are the only two that passed."

"Out of forty?" he exclaimed.

"That's impossible."

"Yeah, It's not good," Richard confirmed.

"Even worse, we've found three faults so far. It's so random and the engineers are down there scratching their heads."

Three faults? One fault, even as widespread as this one was, was fixable. It was probably a small calibration, even a timing issue. Unfortunately, the two working circuit boards that Richard held in his hands proved that the problem was much worse than that and having three faults to try to track down was going to make everything incredibly difficult. Finnegan wasn't sure where to start. Luckily, this is why he paid people well.

"Send Howard up."

He wasn't sure why his head engineer wasn't here already, he would just have to pull himself away from the complete clusterfuck that was going on in their QC department right now. Three hours later he was no closer to an answer then he'd been earlier that afternoon. Everyone seemed to be pointing fingers at each other or at machines no one had any ideas for solutions. He spent an hour running a meeting and at the end of it, nothing had been accomplished.

Oh, there were going to be lots of technical experts in the building tomorrow and they were going to do another test and everyone had thrown pennies into the wishing well just hoping something would work but the fact of the matter was that he still had two functioning circuit boards. Then his father called.

"Finnegan, how did it go today? Are we going to be ready on Monday?"

They had an amazingly close relationship but even he wasn't sure how to answer the question so he went with the easiest part first.

"Hey dad. We'll be ready on Monday but not quite sure how. We had a 95% failure rate on the PCBA's. PCB's look good, relatively. We have a fix."

"For both?"

Finnegan hated to say most of this out loud but he refused to lie to his dad.

"Just the boards. The assemblies are a disaster. Three separate faults."

Finnegan Walker the Third was a renaissance businessman and knew just enough about electronic manufacturing to know that with more faults, the problems and difficulty increased exponentially.

"Damn, Finnegan."

His thoughts exactly.

"I've got four engineers down there taking one board through the line."

"Good, that'll help take the human element out of it. Have the mechanics scheduled?"

Of course he did but they had insisted the machines were working fine when they were installed.

"Yeah dad, they're coming tomorrow but you know how that goes."

"I do. If you're not damn sure it's their machine, they're very unlikely to find the problem. Okay son, sounds like you're busy. Give me an update tomorrow. And Finnegan?"

"Yeah?"

"You sound tired. You taking care of yourself, son?"

"Yeah dad, promise."

A small lie but he'd do better tonight.

"Good. Your mom and I love you and I know you can do this. If we have to delay a week..."

"Not happening dad."

He chuckled, knowing his son all too well.

"If we have to delay a week, the world will not end. You should get out of there now, get some dinner and have a good night and come at this tomorrow with a fresh head."

"Alright. Thanks dad. I'll update you tomorrow."

He hung up the phone, closed his eyes for a moment and took a few deep breaths and then spent two more hours putting out fires. By the time he fell into his car that evening it was dark and raining. He crossed his arms against the steering wheel and rested his head, trying to mentally prepare himself for the drive home. Ten minutes later, when he turned off his headlights, he was in front of Emmett's house instead of his own.

He had no idea why except that he knew being alone tonight, even in his pajamas with some cartoons, wasn't going to cut it. He couldn't just show up though, especially since he hadn't heard from Emmett since Saturday evening. Sure, they had parted politely after having a great dinner, hell he even got a kiss but that didn't mean he could show up at the man's house uninvited. He'd almost gathered the strength to leave when he saw a shadow pass in front of Emmett's front windows.

Finnegan Walker: Hello. I know this is weird but is there any chance you're up for some company tonight?

He regretted the text as soon as he sent it. Emmett might be up for having company tonight but Finnegan wasn't. He had typed out a quick apology when Emmett's text arrived.

Emmett Locke: Sure. Come on over.

He quickly deleted his message. Just how long did he have to sit in his car before he went in so that Emmett wouldn't know he was currently sitting in his car? He hoped ten minutes would do it. After two he got antsy and uncomfortable and considered leaving. Instead he opened the squeaky gate and knocked.

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taomyou · 1 year ago

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The Romance of Reimbursements - Chapter 11

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Reader Status: COMPLETED Summary: There’s a guy you see every Friday on bus 143, and you think he’s pretty hot. It wouldn’t hurt to tell your best friend about him, would it? or, you and Levi take the same bus home from work every Friday, and you fall in love slowly, clumsily, and with all the time in the world to fold as many paper stars as your heart desires. Word Count: 6.7k Tags: slow burn, friends to lovers, modern au, office au, fluff, romance, meet-cute, matchmaking (A/N: this fic is entirely available on ao3 here if you would like to read it there instead!) Chapter Navigation Accompanying Playlist

lemon glaze

After all these years of baking, you’ve perfected the art of giving sweets.

You’re decent enough at figuring out the rest.

Well, actually, that’s just you being humble. Baking has never been particularly hard for you, though that may just be attributed to the fact that you can’t remember how much you struggled with it as a kid.

On Sunday after you finished with all your household chores, you were sat at your dining table yet again; this time with a tin of earl grey tea leaves under your finger as you spun it next to you. You scrolled through a variety of websites, trying to track the baking properties of earl grey until you got your answer, and you got to work with more than enough time in the kitchen.

Before you did start any baking, though, you made yourself a small cup of the tea to try it out yourself.

You’re not surprised that you hate it. You enjoy bitter tea every now and again, and sometimes honey is enough to make the difference in you loving or hating a particular blend, but this was just too bitter for you. Maybe you’re just brewing it wrong because you’ve never tried earl grey before, but the taste makes you want to hurl.

But if Levi likes things bitter enough for Erwin to bring it up when he asked you for tea in your office all that time ago, then this is perfect for him.

You’ll probably be able to at least bake out some of its overwhelming bitterness. Or not, and maybe it’s your selfishness in wanting him to enjoy something you make for him whilst not being tempted to share with others (and that’s counterintuitive in its own way, considering you’re sharing the fruits of your labor by giving them to him, but you’ll probably make something for his housemates as a courtesy to them anyway).

After a couple of hours of careful measuring and baking and other kitchen processes, you ended up with a relatively small batch of earl grey shortbread cookies and an accompanying lemon glaze. It isn't perfect, but you were happy enough with both components (and Sunday was just for testing anyway).

And back to the fun part: doing everything else.

You very easily could’ve just asked Levi to meet up to exchange things, but you’re entirely sure that he wouldn’t accept it if you were to outright say you wanted to repay him for looking out for you (and that he would say he’s not doing anything special for you worth thanks).

Things are the same for the most part for the following days: you go to work, make time to talk to your friends, and you try your best to not stay up too late worrying about all the paperwork waiting for you the following day.

The ride home on Friday on bus 143 goes as smoothly as last week’s Thursday ride, with both you and Levi talking about work, your respective colleagues, and anything interesting that happened throughout the week. It isn’t tense and it most certainly isn’t boring, so you’re content as you watch the scenery go by as the two of you talk to one another.

The only difference in this week is that every night, once you’re finished with dinner, you let yourself forget about anything and everything to get to working on that shortbread.

You write things in your recipe book as you go, erasing and refilling information as you correct it as the days go on, and you groan when you accidentally swipe flour on the pages (which happens far too often). You stand over your kitchen counter every night with some shortbread laid out in front of you and a myriad of cellophane wrappers and twist ties to choose from, and you have fun trying to figure out what looks best and how you can package them up.

Ordinarily, you would have used Hange as your test subject for something like this, but they don’t like tea-flavored things and you also don’t want to run the risk of them piecing together that you’re planning to give these to Levi because they'd somehow find a way to make it weird.

So instead, starting Tuesday, you bring small cellophane bags with you to work to offer some of your coworkers as you walk in the office. Throughout the week, you have a carousel of people coming through your office to tell you that they enjoy the treats (and that you should try using oranges instead of lemons for the glaze, so you take a small detour on Wednesday’s ride home to pick some up).

You planned on being careful not to let Erwin see, but he’s suspiciously gone for the majority of the week, so you don’t have to sneak around him.

You're careful asking for Levi's address, not really remembering the route he took from his place to yours, and you decide to ask Isabel over the phone.

You tell her that it's because Erwin asked you to deliver Levi a copy of some documents, and she buys your lie pretty easily when you tell her that Erwin's (practically) your boss. There's not really any conceivable reason as to why Erwin would need to send Levi anything when their two fields of work definitely do not overlap, but she doesn't ask any questions. You're surprised that she doesn't, having already prepared to elaborate on the lie, but you're thankful that she happily recites her (and Levi's) address back to you and makes you promise to come to visit again soon (which you'll fulfill sooner than she probably imagines).

It feels like a project—putting so much effort into this exchange. You suppose that the act just hasn’t lost its magic yet.

As you do all of this, you let yourself relish in the simple joy of baking and packing. It isn’t lost on you that this is (admittedly) a lot to do just as a simple act of thanks for someone that you’ve only, just a few days ago, begun to truly see as a friend, but you’ve been through this same process a near thousand times already with coworkers’ birthdays, holidays, and practically every other occasion you can make time for, so you reason that it just feels normal for you to do this.

Come the weekend, you get up with a small skip in your step. After you have breakfast, you get in the kitchen again. Save for the fact that the sun now shines in through your windows, it’s the same as the last couple of days: you make the dough, make the glazes, and so on and so forth. You also go ahead and make some egg tarts for Furlan and Isabel to take with you, too, and you let your TV fill the apartment with white noise as you get that going.

Once everything’s done, you give the glaze time to harden on the shortbread and let the egg tarts cool. After you get all the kitchenware washed and dried, you idly scrub your workspace as you scroll on your phone. Once that's all done, you decide to put on a video essay you've already seen a million times as you get yourself seated at your dining table with all the cellophane wrappers and shortbread in front of you, and you're mindful to keep the lemon-glazed and orange-glazed shortbread in separate spaces so you can mark them differently later. You get those all neatly put in their wrappings before you get up to repeat the same thing on your kitchen countertop.

After washing your hands of any crumbs, you go to your drawer to get those same star tags you used last time to loop onto your twist ties, and you're careful not to bend them when you bend the plastic around the openings of the cellophane. The orange-glazed treats get a twist tie that's, well, orange, and the lemon ones get a tie that's yellow, and the egg tarts get the same iridescent ties you put on the ones you made at Hange's.

You neatly pack everything into paper boxes that you picked up when you got those oranges earlier in the week, and then you put those boxes into a fairly large paper bag. You don't bother saving any for yourself, having already eaten what feels like a lifetime of earl grey shortbread already in the last couple of days, but you're sure it tastes fine.

Levi can probably make better use of the remaining tea than you can, so after you get yourself cleaned up and dressed in something other than flour-spotted pajamas, you make sure to slip the silver tin into your purse before you head out the door.

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You're sure that you only did this as thanks to Levi (and, in smaller part, to give yourself something to distract you from work).

There's no ulterior motive to this. You just simply want to give him these sweets as a kind gesture. You're grateful he talked to Erwin to at least help ease a bit of the work you've been continuously bombarded with, and you just decided that this would be the most fun use of your free time. No part of this exchange is fueled by any desire to bring Levi closer to you or to satisfy any urge you have to validate the worth of your friendship.

It's just a friendly visit-slash-drop-off, just as you would do for Hange on their birthday or for your parents' on Mother's Day weekend. You do this all the time, this isn't any different at all.

So why is it, then, that when you find yourself at Levi's doorstep on Saturday at 4:07 PM, you can't bring yourself to ring the doorbell?

There is definitely no reason for you to be too shy to ring a fucking doorbell. It's just a button that makes noise. You probably won't even hear it when you press it, assuming that the sound will only resonate inside the house itself. Looking back at the driveway, you see Levi's car and another one that you assume is either Isabel's or Furlan's, so you know that they're home. You can't be nervous that there's nobody there to take the desserts off your hands.

You’re probably just nervous because you don’t know enough about Levi to be sure he'll like it.

Yeah, that sounds about right.

You're scared that he's going to be a huge critic and knock your ego down a couple notches, or that he'll just secretly resent you and your baking for the rest of time because the shortbread isn't good enough for him.

Before you can chicken out again, you press the doorbell with your knuckle, and soon enough, you hear the sound of the door opening, and you're suddenly met with Furlan.

"Oh, hey," he greets. A toothbrush is between his lips, so his voice is somewhat muffled. "What brings you here?"

You feel frozen for a second, but you reanimate yourself to switch hands carrying the bag. At the movement, Furlan's eyes flicker down at it.

"Just dropping some things off."

He brings his hand back up to his toothbrush, nodding. He moves aside and holds the door with his foot. "You're welcome to come in," he tells you.

You shake your head. "It's okay, I don't mean to intrude."

He waves you off, a smile tugging at his lips. "Nah, there's nothing to intrude in on."

Looking past him and into the house, you don't see or hear neither Levi nor Isabel. You look back at Furlan, and you awkwardly speak up. "You look... busy," referring to him brushing his teeth.

He laughs, lips tight to make sure no toothpaste escapes. "I just got up from a nap, but I promise, nothing to interrupt here. Besides," he leans a bit forward to look inside the bag, "I'm kinda nosy, and I wanna see what's inside."

You concede and silently follow him inside after you take your shoes off at the door. After leading you to the kitchen area, he excuses himself to go to the bathroom to finish brushing his teeth.

You awkwardly set down your purse and the bag at the dining table and sit down before looking around. You were consumed in conversation the last time you were here and you didn't get a great look at everything, so you take a minute to just absorb the layout.

The living room has a TV, two couches that look like they came together in a set, and a bookshelf. Nothing quite extravagant, but it looks simple. Clean.

Speaking of clean, the whole house looks spick-and-span. The lazy sun that comes in through the windows doesn't show any dust, and the floor looks like it's been polished enough to let you see your reflection in it.

The kitchen looks really modern, and it tempts you to come explore it when your eyes land on the smart fridge, but you're too shy to actually go and take a closer look.

Though, you do see the canister of dandelion root tea you gave Levi all that while ago, just barely sticking out among the other unassuming tea blends that line the countertop.

The house is quite spacious from what you can see, with the kitchen and living room area being well decorated to help fill the space. Not like an interior designer was hired or anything, but it's charming that there's a couple of photos hanging up on the walls and some artwork here and there. You try not to let your gaze linger on any one particular photo because it feels too invasive to look that closely at it, but it warms your heart when you catch quick looks at younger versions of what looks like the three housemates.

You opted out of having a roommate for much of your higher education so you can't quite relate to the feeling of living with friends, but you imagine that it's a great deal of fun.

Furlan comes back, this time without a toothbrush, and he yawns as he walks over to the kitchen.

"Want anything to drink?"

Looking back over at the countertop, you decide against a tea. It'd take a while to brew anyway, and Levi's not there for you to ask if it's okay for you to use any of his (assuming they're his). "Water's good."

He gets two mugs from the cupboard, and he idly hums a tune you don't recognize as he goes to the fridge to get a pitcher of water to pour for you.

Remembering that you saw Levi's car in the driveway, you ask him. "Is Levi not home?"

"He's on a conference call in his office. I could probably fake-kidnap him on the call and get him to leave, if you wanted to see him."

You chuckle, shaking your head. "No, that's fine. I merely come bearing gifts." You don't want to assume that Levi's ever brought you or your interactions with him up in conversation with Furlan, so you don't tell him this is more-or-less repayment for gestures he doesn't know about.

Furlan sits across from you, bringing over the mugs for you and him and then propping his head up with his hand as he takes a sip.

"Just for him or for all of us?" Furlan asks.

And this is where you thank yourself for having the mind to think of making egg tarts for Furlan and Isabel.

"I have stuff for everyone," you tell him. You awkwardly reach for the handles of the bag and move to place it on the ground. You probably should've just done that in the first place, now that you're thinking about it.

You take the boxes out of the bag and put them on the table one at a time. As you take them out, you crack open the lids a bit to see what's inside before reaching over the table to hand Furlan one with just egg tarts in it. When he opens the box, you turn away and take a sip of your water to avoid seeing his reaction.

Not that you think it'd be bad, it's just a bit embarrassing since you know he likes your baking. You let the compliments and thanks go over your head as he gives them, too awkward to fully absorb anything he's saying, but you're still thankful that he's appreciative and you make sure he knows that.

You open the other boxes to him as well, showing him all the tea-flavored shortbread you brought with you. You don't say that it's pretty much just for Levi, but you think he gets the message when you tell him that it's made with tea and that you're a bit nervous that Levi won't like it. Furlan makes sure to smooth away any of your concern, promising that he and Isabel will still find a way to enjoy them if Levi won't, and your nerves settle as you laugh and thank him.

He offers to help you put everything in the fridge, and you take him up on that so you don't have to awkwardly stand in front of the fridge and try to figure out where to move things.

You check the boxes again, folding either the right or left corner flaps to let you know what's inside. You quickly grab a marker from your purse, and you label the boxes in neat handwriting. You tell him to make sure the writing faces outwards in the refrigerator, and he laughs when you hand him a box simply labelled "eggs" before he makes the short trip over to put it away. You take the rest of what's left at the table when you finish labelling and bring it over to Furlan, who takes them from you to stack them neatly inside the fridge.

He steps away to let you look at everything, and you give him a thumbs-up with a smile.

You thank him for his help, and when he closes the doors, you stare at the fridge's smart screen for a while, watching as the various screen prompts get flipped through.

He laughs at you good-naturedly. "You can mess around with it, if you want."

"You sure?" You look over at him, and he hums.

"Yeah, here."

He taps the screen and pulls up a different layout with a bunch of different apps. You swipe through a bit before settling on the drawing pad, and you doodle in an orange, an egg, and a lemon (the orange and egg with smiley faces, and the lemon with an overexaggerated frown). You respectively write in Isabel, Furlan, and Levi's names under them, and you sign the drawing in the corner with your nickname and a small star.

"Why am I the egg?" Furlan asks.

"To be honest, it was the last one left after I assigned the other two."

He hums, leaning closer to look at it. "Well, you aren't wrong about Levi's. He is pretty sour."

"What? I couldn't just make him the lemon because he's bright and sunny?"

He puts the back of his hand to his forehead, sighing dramatically. "Of course! Why didn't I think of that?"

You jokingly roll your eyes. "But yeah, he does look like he's eating a lemon sometimes."

"Why's Isabel the orange then?"

Without much thought, you figured that Isabel was the orange because she was sweet, but you realize that it doesn't make much sense since oranges aren't always sweet.

"I met her at the flower shop, and I was thinking of orange blossoms," is the lie you come up with to tell him. Well, it's not a complete lie, but he doesn't need to know you momentarily forgot that oranges are capable of being sour. He's convinced enough, though, and he nods with a slight smile.

"Makes sense. I like eggs anyway, so I don't mind," he says.

"Eggs are nice." You raise your hand up again to erase the screen, but you're interrupted when Furlan tuts next to you.

"You better not be erasing that."

"Why not?"

"Isabel would be so mad at me if I got rid of a drawing of her as an orange!"

You laugh. "Alright." The fridge timer then beeps, and it tells you that it's now 5 PM. "I guess that's my cue to leave."

"Oh, actually, I meant to ask last time, but I thought we'd already bothered you enough then. How do you heat up the egg tarts? They get all soggy if I microwave them," Furlan says.

"I could write it down for you, if that's easier than remembering?"

He nods enthusiastically, the smile on his face growing. "Yeah, that'd be great!"

You grab your purse on the way to the bookshelf that Furlan leads you to, and he holds out a cup full of pens for you to choose from. You take a random one, and Furlan then hands you a blank piece of paper and a hardcover book for you to write on. You thank him and write out the directions as detailed as you can, but with the paper already in hand, you feel so inclined to write something to Levi to properly thank him. Not that you don't think using a whole week to make sweets isn't enough of an effort to show that, but you still, for whatever reason, want him to know that you really are glad that he's been a good friend to you.

"Actually, could I get another piece of paper?"

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Okay, maybe you haven't gotten good enough at this.

What were you thinking?

You're sure Levi's already tired enough of having to pick up your trash, but it all just kind of happens before you can stop it. You can barely even remember it happening.

You folded up the long-side edge of the second paper Furlan gave you, and you wrote a short message along the strip before tearing it off and looping it onto itself.

You didn't write much, and the message just barely fills out the strip of paper: Thank you for looking out for me! Enjoy the tea and sweets ^^

Instead of tucking in the tail end of the strip, however, you looped it through and leave it hanging out of the main body of the star with the words "open me" written on it. It kind of looks like a shooting star, at least to you. You pinch the corner, and you're on your way.

You think that, in the moment, you reasoned with yourself that this is normal for you to do. Making stars comes to you just as easily as breathing does. Your heart doesn't race as you write out your thanks to him, and your fingers don't tremble when you fold the paper onto itself.

You don't think to consider leaving it to Furlan to give to Levi after, even though you don't think he'd even dare open the star in the first place. You don't know why, but some part of you is just nagging at you to let at least this exchange be directly from you to Levi. You walk over to the kitchen to put the tin of earl grey you brought with you on the counter and then put the paper shooting star next to it, and you tell Furlan to have Levi look at his teas when he's free. Furlan's gotten started on dinner for the household and invites you to stay, but you feel that you've already overstayed your welcome so you decline and say goodbye before leaving.

It isn't so much that you regret doing it, but the smaller act of leaving the star somehow opens up your mind to all the ways the entire gesture can be misunderstood.

On the drive home, the same nervousness you felt when you were first at Levi's door hits you again, and you have to fight off the feeling just enough to not lose focus on the road. On the walk up to your apartment, you keep your head down and try your best not to bring attention to yourself.

Holy shit, you're cringing just thinking about it.

When you get home, you set down your purse at the dining table before flopping onto your couch. Your face burns red in embarrassment, and you scream into the cushions as loud as you can (and apartment rules permitting).

You're not completely blind to it—the connotation that comes with making food for someone. You know that lovers exchange things like cakes, and that children nowadays still give their crush chocolates on Valentine's Day. Still, you don't ever let this bother you when you make things for your friends and other loved ones. Some people are weird about it and accuse you of having ulterior romantic motives, but you've never let that bother you before. Fuck, you even play along with it sometimes for fun.

But for some reason, this feels different.

You're still sure that this isn't about anything other than wanting to repay him in your own way. It's just that, in retrospect, there's too many ways to interpret the gesture, and you weren't able to talk to him directly to read his expression. You're afraid of all the possible ways he could react: with disgust, with annoyance, with indifference, but you're also afraid that he'll think you're just doing all of this to get his attention. You're aware it's juvenile to have put so much effort into everyone. Not that he would know the effort put into perfecting the recipe, but even when you disregard that, there's probably a lot to be picked apart.

He doesn't know you and how you do these kinds of things; there's no way for him to understand that you doing this is completely platonic and that you do this for everyone.

At the same time, though, it stings you a bit to think of that possibility—of him thinking he's not special because you do this for everyone.

Wait, why do you even need him to know that?

You don't owe him any explanation of what you do because you're sure of your own intentions. If he wants to take it wrong, there's nothing you can do to stop it.

He's not special. You don't need to be considerate enough to say otherwise. He just... is a reliable friend, and you enjoy spending time with him, just like you do with all your other friends.

You groan as you roll over onto your back and stumble over to the bathroom to splash water on your face. It's kind of funny, how the effect Levi has on you has changed so much in the past few months. Instead of being red in the face because he's so handsome (not that that's even changed), your face is on fire because you're too nervous about giving him some fucking cookies. You pat your cheeks down with the backs of your hand to calm yourself down, and eventually, you're back to normal.

You go to the dining table to get your phone from your purse, and you bring it with you into the kitchen. You turn it on as you open your fridge, and you're not surprised to see that it's past 6 already. Might as well get started on dinner and try to figure out how to sort out your thoughts. You set your phone down at the countertop behind you and push things around in your fridge, looking for ingredients you can put together to make a decently healthy meal, but before you can do that, you hear your phone ring. You lean away from the fridge and wipe off the slight condensation from your hands before you pick up your phone, but you nearly drop it again when you see Levi's name on the screen.

Already?

You fumble as you try to get the phone back in your grip, but by then, the call has gone through already. You hesitate in calling back, but you decide that it's better than the other option of leaving him unattended on the other end of the line. You unlock your phone and call him back, bringing the device up to your ear. You lean onto the countertop to steady yourself, and you let out a shaky breath as you wait for him to pick up. You hear the beep telling you he's there.

"Hello?"

"Hi."

"Did you need anything?"

"Yeah. How do I open this thing?"

"Open what?" Paper boxes aren't hard to open, right? Are you missing something?

"The star, idiot." Right, that makes more sense.

"Uh..." You try your best to visualize what the star looks like so you can tell him, but you're still a bit flustered. "How are you holding it?"

"Between my fingers."

You pause, thinking again how to explain it. "You can make it into a pentagon. Like, keep it between your fingers and flatten it with your other hand."

He doesn't say anything, but you hear what you assume is him putting his phone down to free up his hands. After a couple of seconds, he speaks up again. "Okay."

"If you push the end of the paper into the center, you should be able to pull it through the hole." Another pause. "You got it?"

"Yeah."

"You can just unwrap it, then."

You can hear the faint rustling of paper, and he clears his throat. You're scared he's going to read it back aloud to you, but he doesn't. You're not sure if you should speak up and interrupt if he's still reading it (or if he's done with that already and throwing the paper slip away), but he clears his throat again.

"You don't have to thank me for that."

You feel the nervousness come back, and it beckons you to explain yourself, but you decide against it.

"I wanted to," is what you settle for saying. There's more silence until you hear Furlan's voice cut in.

"Levi, go look at the fridge!"

"Why?"

"Just go look!"

You can practically see Levi rolling his eyes, but you hear a bit of movement when you assume he gets up to look.

"Why the fuck am I a lemon?"

"Oh, come on! It looks just like you!"

" Did you draw this?" The question is probably directed at you, seeing as his voice comes in as closer to the mic of his phone.

"Yeah, sorry about that."

There's another pause and some more shuffling, and you get a text notification so you pull your phone away from your ear to look. Clicking on it, you see that Levi's sent you a picture of him flipping off the doodle on his fridge. You laugh at it, and you shake your head.

You hear the sound of the fridge opening, and then silence. "I can't accept all this."

You don't really know what to say to that, but luckily Furlan cuts in again. "If you don't want them, I'll eat them!"

"No the fuck you aren't." You hear Levi close the fridge. You still don't really know what you're meant to say, so Levi continues. "But, seriously, this is a lot,"

"Sorry.."

He sighs from the other end. "Fuck, I didn't mean it like that."

"You sure?"

"Yeah. Thank you for bringing these over."

"Of course."

Even with the reassurance, you still can't fully shake off your nerves this time, but you hope that they'll settle as the night goes on. Neither of you say anything, but you imagine he's feeling just as awkward as you are, so you nod slowly, not that he can even see you anyway. You finally move away from the counter to go back to figuring out what to eat, and you clear your throat.

"Well, I should get started on dinner."

"Right."

"Take care, yeah?"

"You too."

You hear the end dial tone, and you sigh, holding on tightly to the handle of your refrigerator when you go to open it. Your mind is foggy as you dig through your fridge, and you just accept that you're the biggest loser in the tristate area. You put on a video essay as you cook in a half-assed attempt to distract yourself. It works well enough and you don't think of anything related to Levi for all of dinner, but you know you'll be bothered by it again later. You take a shower after dinner, focused on getting clean and making sure you don't still smell like cooking oil, and you slip on your pajamas before taking your phone with you to bed.

You yawn, scrolling through random SNS, and then you get a text from Isabel. You want to ignore it, but you were already clicking on the search bar when you got the text, so it automatically brings you over to the messages app.

Isabel - 10:28 PM

Hey!! This is Furlan on Isabel's phone

Well, you're already here and you have read receipts on, so you might as well answer now.

You - 10:28 PM

hi! what's up?

Instead of seeing three dots, you get a photo sent to you. You can't quite tell what it is, so you blink a few times to refocus your eyes and look closer.

It's a horizontal selfie of Isabel and Furlan on their living room's couch, but they're very clearly not the focus of the photo because the tops of their heads are just barely in frame. Instead, the focus is on Levi who's at the dining table behind them. The distance makes things a bit blurry, but it looks like he has one of the boxes you brought over earlier in front of him while he's looking at something on his laptop. He has a teacup raised up to his lips, too.

Isabel - 10:30 PM

Levi won't let me and Isabel have any shortbread so you should tell him to share >:(

Does that mean he likes it?

You - 10:31 PM

i'm sure he'll get tired of it soon enough and you guys can steal the rest

Isabel - 10:32 PM

I doubt it He's super picky about his sweets so he'd def stop eating if he didn't love it

All your worries melt immediately, and you let yourself laugh. You really were worried for nothing, huh.

You - 10:32 PM

if i tell him to share then he'll know you told on him

Isabel - 10:33 PM

We don't care!! we just wanna try some T~T

You sarcastically roll your eyes, but you call Levi. He picks up immediately, and you can hear both Isabel and Furlan laughing from their place on the couch.

"Hello?"

"Your roommates told me to tell you to share the shortbread with them," you say.

He groans. "Of course they fucking did."

You laugh, shaking your head. "I'm glad you like it, though."

"Yeah. It pairs nicely with the tea."

You take that as him saying he likes both things, so you hum. "That's good." You aren't sure if there's anything else for you to say, considering you had no real reason to call other than to entertain Isabel and Furlan, but you remember that you took a picture of the finalized recipe before you left the house earlier. "Did you want a copy of the recipe?"

"If you don't mind."

You pull your phone away from your ear and put the call on speaker, and you tap around to get the picture sent to him.

"No need to gatekeep, then, since you can just make more later," you say.

"Not happening. They can wait for me to feed them the worse version when I try to make these later."

You giggle, and you roll over onto your back.

It's kind of endearing that he likes the shortbread enough to be adamant about having it to himself. You did good putting as much effort as you did into the gesture.

"I'm sure yours will be just fine."

"You are severely overestimating how good I am at this shit."

You roll your eyes. "Yeah, sure."

You pull up the picture that Furlan and Isabel sent you earlier, and you save it to your phone. Looking at it again, it does look like he's doing some kind of work, so you decide it's about time to end the call to leave him to finish that before it gets too late.

"Well, it's getting pretty late, so I'll hang up."

"Thank you, again. I appreciate it."

"Yeah, don't mention it."

"Goodnight, then."

"Goodnight!"

When you hang up, you switch over to the messages app to text back Isabel's phone.

You - 10:37 PM

you heard the man

Isabel - 10:37 PM

NOOOOOOOOOO :(

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The weekend comes and goes, and soon you're back at work, humming as you brew your tea for the day.

The week continues the same as every other one before it: you still want to bang your head into the wall when Mikasa brings you your paperwork for the day, you still crack corny jokes with your friends, and your clients still frustrate you beyond belief. On that front, nothing's changed.

Come Friday, you don't expect anything new to happen either.

You manage to get out at your regular time, and your walk to the bus stop isn't anything special. You scan your bus pass and greet the driver just as you do everyday, and you wave at Levi when you see him sitting at the same spot. You ask him how his week was as you're sitting down and readjusting your briefcase on your lap, but instead of getting an answer from him, you hear him unzip the outer pocket of his backpack.

Looking over at him, you see that he's holding a small box of tea out to you. You take the box from him, and you turn it to read the labels. The citrus blend looks good, and it isn't one that you've tried before.

"What's this for?" You ask.

He looks away from you, readjusting his own backpack so that it's comfortably on him. "It's for you."

You blink. "What?"

"Did I stutter? It's yours."

"I heard you the first time, but what's the occasion?"

"To pay you back for the shortbread and tea."

You shake your head, but you look back at the box. "You don't have to give this to me. Me giving those to you was so I could pay you back."

He scoffs. "Just fucking take it."

Squinting to read the smaller text at the bottom of the front label, you see that it doesn't have caffeine. He remembered?

You smile, leaning over slightly to bump shoulders with him playfully. "Are we just stuck doing this back-and-forth forever?"

He doesn't say anything so you think you'll have to apologize and clarify that the question is meant to be a light-hearted joke, but before you can open your mouth, he speaks up.

"I'm fine with that."

You thank him for the tea and you put it in your briefcase, space permitting, and you ask him again how his week was. He answers this time, and you listen as he talks about his various run-ins with people, and you try your best to follow along as he explains architectural concepts you don't quite understand.

He asks you the same when he's done, and you talk about the mundane, ordinary things you have to do everyday in the office before your conversation gets cut off by the bus announcing it's stop at Rose. You tell him to get home safe, he does the same, and you wave goodbye as he gets up for the exit.

The first thing you do when you get to your apartment unit (after taking your shoes off, of course) is get your kettle started, and you lean on your countertop as you reread the brewing instructions on the box. Nothing revolutionary. You just have to steep it for a couple minutes, and you're good to go. You pour yourself a cup of hot water, put in one of the tea bags, and you take that with you to the dining table to add some honey.

After you add in enough to get rid of some of its overwhelming sourness, you have a perfectly warm and sweet cup of citrus tea in front of you.

And after you take a few sips from your cup, you smile to yourself as you take out your phone to start looking up new tea blends to get the next time you go grocery shopping.

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coffinsinneon · 2 years ago

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IMPORTSNT POST // DONT SCROLL WITHOUT READING // REPOST

This is not like my usual posts but I thought if i have a few thousand followers i have to use my blog to talk about what is happening in my country right now. Y'all don't know me, I'm from Iran, In Iran girls HAVE to wear hijab from the age of 7 (yes, SEVEN) otherwise we won't be able to get an education, we can't go out of our houses, we literally can't do anything, and it's not just for muslims, EVEN IF YOU'RE A CHRISTIAN OR JEW IN IRAN YOU HAVE TO WEAR HIJAB AND STUDY QURAN IN SCHOOLS CAUSE ITS THE LAW.

PLEASE KEEP READING AND LET ME TELL YOU WHAT HAS HAPPEND

This Friday Mahsa Amini a 22 year old women from Saqqez, Kudristan was captured and beaten by “Morality Police” of Iran while she was on a family vacation in Tehran for violating dress code laws of compulsory hijab. The severe injuries made to Mahsa’s head caused her to slip into a coma and pass away. These allegations were repudiated by the Iranian government who announced Mahsa was already suffering from heart issues, a statement which her family members denied immediately. Her doctors also denied them but the government hushed them immediately.

What is Morality Police? They're a group of ruthless people that drive around in cities of Iran and arrest girls and women for not wearing hijab "properly", but arresting them isn't the end of it all. after being arrested women are taken down to their stations, most of the times they get beaten because they refuse to wear how they don't believe in. After that these scared women have to spend hours in small trrefiyng rooms without any food or comfortable place to rest in. Some of these women come out with truamatic expericense, some get beaten up, some have stated that they got raped and more..

People have tried to fight these laws for more than 40 years but our government is a dictatorship that keeps killing it's own people just to keep its own power. We keep losing friends and family members because we protest for what's right, we're protesting for basic human rights.

Right now we're in the streets fighting, fighting with out biggest enemy, our government, they've ruined so many lives for almost 50 years and it's enough; but we need help, our government's way of dealing with this situation is 2 things:

Shooting at us, beating and killing us (TW // BLOOD & POLICE BRUTALITY)

2. Shutting down out our internet

Over the past 4 day the hashtag #مهسا_امینی (Mahsa Amini in Farsi) has been tweeted over 26 million times, it has broke records and cought the world's attention. So many celebrities have talked about Mahsa on their social medias including Halsy, Cardi B, Misha Collins, Florence Pugh, Bebe Rexha and so many more.. but we've slowly losing internet inside iran, so we're asking for help from people around the world.

Use thehashags that are important right now on twitter: #مهسا_امینی #MahsaAmini #OpIran

keep the world focused on whats happeing to women and PEOPLE IN IRAN.

WE ARE TRYING SO HARD. WE NEED HELP. OUR REGIME HAS ALLIES IN YOUR COUNTRIES. THAT'S WHY IRANIANS ARE ALSO PROTESTING IN SO MANY WESTERN COUNTRIES RIGHT NOW, WE WANT YOUR LEADERS TO HEAR US TOO. HELP US.

I would also like to add that Anonymous hacktivist group has joined us in this movement, they've hacked lots of official government websites and cctvs to help the protester so that should tell you that this is REAL AND SERIOUS.

once again Use thehashags that are important right now on twitter: #مهسا_امینی #MahsaAmini #OpIran

tweet sources: @yoonieshope on twitter

#Anonymous #iran protests #iran #mahsa amini #مهسا امینی #feminist #feminism #opiran

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1dmonthlyficroundup · 3 years ago

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1D Monthly Fic Roundup

Hi, and welcome to the 1D Monthly Fic Roundup for December 2021! Below you’ll find 1D fics that were all published this month in the order they were submitted to the blog. We hope you’ll check out these new fics! If you would like to submit your own fic, please check this post on how to submit or visit our blog @1dmonthlyficroundup. You can find all our other posts here.

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Dazed and Consumed by @haztobegood

[Harry/Rob Pattinson, M, 2k, tumblr post]

Getting motorboated in Rob’s kitchen wasn’t what he expected when he was offered a revolutionary new food, but he could care less about food while Rob’s mouth is on him.

An Ode to one unforgettable interview, two iconic photoshoots, and four glorious nipples.

The Grundy County Auction Incident by haztobegood

[Louis/Harry/Nick Grimshaw, T, 4k, tumblr post]

Harry stepped out of his blue jeep, wearing his tightest black skinnies, his favorite leather cowboy boots, and a sheer floral shirt that was nearly unbuttoned. Sure, he stuck out amongst the plaid shirts and denim jeans of the other people attending the Grundy County Livestock Auction. But that was the point. He had to stand out to be noticed. And he did want to be noticed because, today, Harry was looking for a new sugar daddy.

Love, coffee and New York by Aliceinwonderland / @beautifulwonderlandworld

[Zayn/Niall, E, 8k, tumblr post]

Niall didn’t want to know or hear anything about soulmates, but one morning he met Zayn, his soulmate, when he threw his coffee at him in the street. Of course not on purpose, and everything changes.

Right Beside You is Where I Belong by lovelarry10 / @chloehl10

[Harry/Louis, M, 46k, tumblr post]

Harry lives on his farm in the British countryside with his two children, loving the peace and quiet of his surroundings.

Louis is a writer who lives in the city, and decides it is time to take a break, to recharge and find some inspiration for his next book.

When Harry's daughter is left heartbroken by the unkindness of strangers, Louis decides it is time to right some wrongs, but doesn't expect to be reunited with the one who got away...

Situations Like These by wordsnnotes / @quelsentiment

[Louis/Zayn, T, 31k, tumblr post]

It’s not that often that Louis feels this way about people. His lack of sexual attraction doesn’t prevent him from experiencing these fleeting moments of aesthetic admiration, but it’s rare for him to get almost obsessed with someone’s beauty the way he is with Zayn’s. It’s reached a point where those three hours on Friday afternoons are inevitably the highlight of his week, simply because he gets to sit in the same room as him and steal what he hopes are discreet glances, trying to tame the fast beating of his heart.

It’s pretty pathetic, actually, that he’s had to wait to be 25 for that kind of thing to happen to him. And the worst part is, he’s never even talked to the guy.

Just the 2.0 of Us by yeah_alright / @uhoh-but-yeah-alright

[Harry/Marcel, E, 3k, tumblr post]

Marcel’s had a rough day. Luckily, he’s got someone waiting for him at home who’s perfectly suited to help him wind down in exactly the way he needs.

not even a landslide or riptide could take it all away by we_are_the_same / @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed

[Zayn/Liam, M, 49k, tumblr post]

When Liam gets outed via sextape, his whole world seems to collapse around him. In the midst of all the chaos, an unexpected lifeline appears in the form of a DM from Zayn: If you find yourself needing to escape, go here. Even though they haven’t talked in years, Liam is just desperate enough to go. He doesn’t expect to find himself on a farm in the middle of nowhere, face to face with a man he hasn’t seen in years, but who somehow looks more familiar to him than the face he sees when he looks in the mirror.

Locked In (Your Safe Haven) by @artsymisfitlover

[Louis/Harry, T, 8k, tumblr post]

We've all dreamt of getting locked in a shopping mall overnight, running around with no abandon. But what happens when you actually do get locked in one on the night of Christmas Eve? Oh, and just so you know, you're not alone.

Or a tooth rotting fluff filled Christmas fic based on the prompt "Getting trapped in a shopping mall together during after-hours in which they were Christmas shopping too hard."

Feat. an extremely generous and teddy bear hearted Harry Styles and a head over heels Louis Tomlinson.

Lights Out by @neondiamond

[Harry/Louis, E, 3k, tumblr post]

Louis and Harry are decorating the Christmas tree when they run into some unfortunate electrical problems. Things turn steamy as they spend the rest of the night in candlelight.

A Snow In My Heart by @princelyharry

[Louis/Harry, T, 3k, tumblr post]

An AU which Harry and Louis' son caught Harry kissing Santa Claus on Christmas Eve. But it was actually Louis, who is dressed up as Santa Claus.

Or the “I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus” AU

Christmas Always Finds Me by lovelarry10 / @chloehl10

[Harry/Louis, M, 56k, tumblr post]

Harry and Louis have big plans for Christmas. Neither is into the idea of celebrating, so they book a holiday to sunnier climes. However, fate has other plans in the form of Harry's ten month old nephew Logan...

We're Written in the Cards by @lululawrence

[Niall/Lewis Capaldi, NR, 3k, tumblr post]

Once Lewis was sure that he was open to what the cards had to tell him and ready to receive their guidance, he shuffled the cards a bit before drawing one.

The Lovers.

“Oh, sure,” Lewis scoffed. He was feeling positive and upbeat and like he truly was ready to get some guidance or insight on his life, and here the cards returned those energies by mocking him with the Lovers.

Rolling his eyes, Lewis went ahead and returned the card to the deck. After all, The Lovers implied he already had a romantic partner, and that couldn't be further from the truth.

Or the one where Lewis owns a shop in Savannah, Georgia where he makes most of his money off of tourists and those looking for a bit of a spiritual experience after a ghost tour. He thought the cards were mocking him, but when a beautiful Irishman comes in, he just might find the cards were right after all.

On Christmas Day (In The Morning) by @lululawrence

[Louis/Harry, NR, 23k, tumblr post]

Louis was on his way to get his weekly fancy coffee and pastries for breakfast when he once again came upon the piano.

It was finally a day off, and Louis was not going to chance missing the piano again. Not when luck would have him passing it three times in less than two weeks. He was clearly meant to have the piano.

Louis sat himself down on the bench and immediately sputtered a laugh. The largest sign yet, it was a ripped piece of cardboard and on it in all caps were the words, “HAUNTED PIANO! FREE!”

“How exactly do they know the piano is haunted?” Louis asked with a chuckle.

Or an advent fic following Louis and his adventures with a free piano and the ghost that comes with it.

Hope I Start Talking Crazy (before you understand me) by @lululawrence

[Zayn/Louis, NR, 20k, tumblr post]

“How is not being able to sleep well embarrassing?” Zayn asked. “It’s not like it’s something you can control. Either you sleep well or you don’t. If you don’t, we figure out an underlying reason and do what we can to help take care of it, yeah?”

“It’s because my bed doesn’t smell like you anymore, alright?” Louis fell back into the couch and covered his face. “Fuck. Sorry. I just… fuck.”

And then he stood up and walked away.

All Zayn could do was sit there and watch him go. He wanted to ask him to stop. Maybe get up and follow Louis down the hall to his room and get him to listen to Zayn. He wanted to tell him it was okay and it shouldn’t be anything he’s embarrassed about, that it was only natural.

But he couldn’t because he was still hearing Louis’ voice in his head saying it over and over again.

My bed doesn’t smell like you anymore.

noisemaker by @thestylinsons / absolutehly

[Louis/Harry, T, 4k, tumblr post]

An au where songs get stuck in people’s heads and guide them to their soulmates.

It’s finals week at college and Harry’s neighbor, Louis, won’t stop playing music off his Bluetooth speakers. Because of this, Harry gets a song stuck in his head.

Harry hasn’t met anyone new lately so he blames it on Louis and his music. Turns out, the problem might be the solution.

good, good graces by absolutehly / @thestylinsons

[Harry/Louis, E, 10k, tumblr post]

Louis put his hand at the base of Clifford’s head and ruffled his ears. “Who’s a good boy? So good, you are!”

There it was again. The electricity, that terrifying desire. Something in Harry’s mind latched on to it, sinking its teeth into the emotion and letting it wash over him in waves… like he’d crave Louis’s approval just to be called good.

Maybe.

Or, the one where Harry’s boyfriend Louis gets a new puppy and frequently tells the dog how he’s a good boy. Harry gets jealous and decides to show Louis how much of a good boy he can be.

Christmas Stockings Full of Nice Little Things by @mizzhydes / MsHydeStylinson

[Louis/Harry, M, 5k, tumblr post]

”I'd come to the mall to buy Christmas stockings and now I am in Christmas stockings and about to come in the mall.”

Or the one where Harry goes Christmas shopping and a misunderstanding has him leaving with more than he bargained for.

Prompt: Going shopping for Christmas stockings ends up with wrong kind of stockings and a new love interest.

A Fateful Snow by @parmahamlarrie

[Harry/Louis, T, 13k, tumblr post]

Christmas can be the busiest time of year for small business owners. Louis Tomlinson, owner of Tomlinson’s Tree Farm, and Harry Styles, owner of A Bashful Taste bakery, know this all too well.

The busyness of the season can lead to - well, quite literally missing the subtle (and not so subtle) nudges fate gives you.

Will Harry allow a simple misunderstanding keep him from the hottest alpha he’s ever seen? Or will a bit of snow and the magic of Christmas bring the two together?

A Christmas Kiss by @parmahamlarrie

[Louis/Harry, T, 8k, tumblr post]

Harry never expected to spend Christmas in the Emergency Room, but it might just be the (second) best thing to ever happen to him, after the birth of his son, of course. Because while in that hospital waiting for his son to be discharged, he met the most beautiful pediatric nurse he’s ever seen.

Or the one where Harry is a single dad, Louis is a pediatric nurse, and Arlo needs to stop eating hazelnuts.

like cranberries on a winter evening by 4ureyesonly28 / @evilovesyou

[Louis/Harry, G, 49k, tumblr post]

Louis hates Christmas. With good reason, too. And no, he doesn’t want to talk about it.

When research for his next novel leads Louis to the website of a quirky little hotel in Northumberland, there is exactly one room available for the two weeks that Louis really wants to get away from his family.

Will the fairy lights, kind smiles, homemade pastries, and genuine friendships awaiting him in Harry Styles’ hotel be enough to cause Louis a change of heart?

they’re laughin’ and drinkin’ and havin’ a party by 4ureyesonly28 / @evilovesyou

[Harry/Louis, G, 4k, tumblr post]

When Louis decides he has to get away, he chooses the next best town in Texas, as far away from his ex as he can get. The real estate agent tells him it’s a quiet neighborhood, yet somehow the sound of a champagne bottle popping from two doors down followed by the roar of a party, sends him spiraling. That is, until a deep voice calls out a tentative “heey” from the darkness.

last christmas (i gave you my heart) by @voulezloux / localopa

[Louis/Harry, G, 4k, tumblr post]

louis and harry are broken up. cue scheming friends to make one christmas wish come true

Three Hundred Cupcakes Later by @larryyouknow / Larry_you_know

[Harry/Louis, G, 5k, tumblr post]

Louis finds Christmas parties usually too boring or too rowdy. Nothing in between. And this one was definitely bordering on lame... Until he spotted the most handsome man watching him.

The Dreamers by @bluecolouredlou and wordsnnotes / @quelsentiment

[Louis/Zayn, T, 11k, tumblr post]

Bored with his own life, Zayn decides on a whim to sign up for a dreamsharing study. After weeks of the experiment not working, he’s starting to lose hope. One night, however, he finally connects with a stranger on the other side of the building, and his whole world gets turned around.

In a Twinkling by jacaranda_bloom / @jacaranda-bloom

[Louis/Harry, E, 89k, tumblr post]

Louis’ Nan just wants him to be happy, to settle down with a nice boy, and bring him around for Christmas.

Louis is too busy with his career to bother about relationships, but in an attempt to appease his Nan, he sends her photoshopped pictures of him and his pretend boyfriend, Harry. The fact that the man in the pictures is none other than Harry Styles, world famous Gucci model—and recurrent star of Louis’ fantasies—is irrelevant. It’s not like their paths will ever cross…

So it comes as somewhat of a surprise when Louis returns home for Christmas and walks into his Nan’s sitting room only to find the real-life Harry Styles happily chatting away with the grey-haired ladies of his Nan’s Crochet Circle.

Featuring Niall and Liam as Louis’ childhood friends, Harry as the painfully perfect man of Louis’ dreams, Zayn as Harry’s very protective best mate, Louis’ Nan as a well-meaning matchmaker, and Louis as a guy who thinks he’s happy with his life, until a certain someone shows him what he’s been missing.

Pretty Please by Kikiberoski16 / @larrysballetslippers

[Louis/Harry, E, 9k, tumblr post]

Before a tear rolls down his cheek, his alarm goes off. He takes a look at his phone and his smile brightens. It’s finally Saturday, eight p.m, he waited a month for this. Louis almost trips over one of his boxes as he searches for his laptop. He runs to his bed, which is really just a mattress on the floor at this point, grabbing a towel on the way. Louis places the towel on the mattress and arranges himself on the bed with his laptop propped up on a moving box. Starting up, loading and logging in feels like it takes ages, his fingers are shaking so much from the anticipation that he even types the wrong password at one point.

When he’s finally on the right website and has snatched some tissues, Louis waits for the count down.

‘Five, four, three, two, one, play’. Louis reads the familiar screen.

“Hey daddy.”

or the one where Louis moves into his new apartment, not knowing that his favourite camboy is his new neighbour.

A Picture of Your Open Throat by @larry-hiatus / larry_hiatus

[Louis/Harry, E, 4k, tumblr post]

What happens when Harry accidentally sends an inappropriate picture to his boss' son? He's about to find out and possibly have his wildest dreams come true.

Fickle Heart And Bitterness by @princelyharry

[Harry/Louis, E, 9k, tumblr post]

In the midst of an undergrad degree and a busy New York sidewalk, Harry literally bumps into the love of his life. They experience a whirlwind of romance as they struggle with Louis’ celebrity status and Harry’s reserved outlook on the future. Both start to question if love was meant to be so painful, but if they weren’t meant to be together, why would the universe allow them to fall in love?

A soulmate/All Too Well AU

A Snow In My Heart by princelyharry / @princelyharry

[Louis/Harry, 3.3k, T, tumblr post]

An AU which Harry and Louis' son caught Harry kissing Santa Claus on Christmas Eve. But it was actually Louis, who is dressed up as Santa Claus.

Or the “I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus” AU

Gift Opening by yeah_alright / @uhoh-but-yeah-alright

[Louis/Harry, 2k, E, tumblr post]

It may be Louis’ birthday, but the Christmas Eve hole-iday special is a gift to everyone, whether they’ve been naughty or nice. For one particular return customer, Louis makes it extra special.

like air to me by yeah_alright / @uhoh-but-yeah-alright

[Zayn/Louis, 5k, M, tumblr post]

The next few inhales fix it all. They always do. The nicotine calming his nerves, his mouth remembering how to fill with enough saliva that it no longer feels as though it’s made of sand. The familiar, comforting taste of a smoke replacing the also familiar but decidedly less comforting taste of waking up after a night’s worth of breathing an entire room’s worth of air because there’d been no one beside him to share it.

Fuck.

He focuses on the taste. On the smoke coating his tongue. It’s meditative almost.

Until it’s not.

Five times Louis’ smoke break brings back memories of Zayn and one time it brings him back to Zayn’s doorstep.

because I am what? sickening! by @loulovehome

[Zayn/Louis, 4k, M, tumblr post]

“Now let's welcome our queen of the night. Give it up for this sexy golden mermaid! She loves going first and if she doesn't step on here soon, her bladder might burst. Here comes Zarina!"

The one where Louis falls in love with one of the most beautiful human.

Fic Fests

1D Country Fic Fest @1dcountryfest

[Multiple pairings, ao3, tumblr post]

Secret Santa Fics 2021

[Multiple pairings, ao3, tumblr post]

#28th appreciation #december 2021 #trackinghome #tracksintheam #trackinghappily #1dsource

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cursedsisters · 3 years ago

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in the garden [toji]

cw: sfw oneshot, sliiigghhttt angst [really nothing], smoking, tipsy!reader, mentions of drinking, ‘kid’ petname, ‘baby’ petname, unedited!!

it was dark, the party you had dragged toji to was slowly dying with boyfriends begging their sociable partners to let them drive them home, toji fit this description. the party had been a last minute idea from a colleague of yours; they figured that the office didn’t do enough bonding-like activities, hence the rushed party held in your boss's large backyard.

“you don’t even like these people, why would you voluntarily waste an evening in their presence?” the older man huffed when you asked him to attend days prior, eyes never flickering from the television screen to you who stood above his lazily spread out body on the sofa.

“it could be fun, the music, the fresh air, it’s meant to be a beautiful evening on friday” you reasoned, you never asked for too much, but this you were adamant on. you placed an open palm at the crown of the man's scalp and caressed the area with your thumb. “you’re only home for so little....”. toji heard your soft tone and looked up into your pleading eyes with a lax smile. “kid, with those eyes, you could make god cry ” he chuckled, straightening his figure so his back was pressed against the vinyl of your sofa. “if it means so much” he shrugged, his big hands smoothing over his wrinkled jeans. you smiled brightly, leaning over to press a fat kiss to the middle of the man's forehead.

“well,” toji started, breaking the calming silence the both of you had been sharing, tuning in to the lively hum of the other people attending the party. “that’s five hours i’ll never get back” he said, rummaging through the pocket of his leather jacket for his ‘emergency cigarette’, only meant to be used in the most unsalvageable of situations, much different from the full pack he brings with him everywhere. “oh please, it wasn’t so bad” you replied, your hand swirling the tropical drink you had poured from the liquor table a short while ago, your coated lips met the rim as you tilted the remains of the cup down your throat, an action that had been repeated several times that night.

“have we been at the same party?” toji asked you in sincere disbelief, eyes widened and jaw slacked, not believing you could’ve enjoyed any time spent there. you shrugged with your eyes closed, your collarbone meeting your chin as you raised your forearms in a questioning manner. although not your ideal form of socialising, the simple conversations, light and friendly jokes shared among your coworkers made for a pleasant evening, an evening spent well doing something you wanted for a change.

toji’s lighter sparked and an orange flame waved in front of the tightly rolled cigarette between the man's lips, inhaling the smoke and tilting his head up to exhale. “we would’ve had a better time staying home, maybe watching a movie or two?” toji claimed, his thumb flicking the ashes off the bud into his empty cup, “maybe you would’ve” you lowly replied, the man laughed.

“not enough for you heh, kid?” his elbow rested against the white tablecloth laid on top of the garden table, his chin being cradled in the relaxed palm.

“that’s all we ever do” you looked down into your cup for more liquid confidence, pouting slightly when remembering you’d drowned it down a few minutes ago. “and is it not fun?” he laughed, an insincere kind of laugh, in a way that suggested he was a little taken back with your responses.

“boring and unfulfilling” you rattled off before picking yourself up and taking your empty cup to your favourite table of the evening, pouring in sips of everything that looked glossy and fruity. your lips stayed attached to the cup as you swayed your way back to your seat as toji was stubbing out his cigarette and lining up a fresh one. the song shifted from mindless radio-worthy beats to stripped back and slowed melodic riffs, you watched as some of your remaining coworkers and their partners shuffled out happily to the widespread patch of grass, limbs entwined as their bodies swayed to the tune. once more, toji waved the flame in front of the roll and abruptly rose in front of you. your face rose from inside your cup and stared into toji’s eyes swelling with heat, “up” he mumbled passed his cigarette, smoke blowing past his lips as he spoke. his hand extended to you and rested your palm in it and suddenly his large frame was pulling you as you stumbled to the grass patch, your coworkers smiling at you as you joined in.

“is this more something you’d like, baby?” he asked you lowly in your ear as his calloused hands found their way to your arms, lifting them above your head to plateau on his shoulders, his hands smoothing down your torso to rest on your hips. you couldn’t help but smile, although probably only prompted as he sensed your disdain, toji showing any effort to make you happy made your heart swoon.

“very much so, thank you” you softly replied with a sickly sweet grin, your eyes twinkling so much that toji could only scoff. “yeah yeah” toji dismissed, taking another drag from his cigarette to conceal the matching grin itching to spread on his lips. toji’s fingers curled from his lips and released his cigarette, his tips moving to rest above your top lip and he smoothed the cigarette into your mouth, holding their place pressed against your mouth until your lips opened around the stick to exhale the grey smoke with a teasing smile. toji laughed a little as he returned the burn to his lips, his hands squeezing at your hips to hear you softly squeal in delight.

#toji #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #bf!toji #jjk au

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marvel-sluts · 4 years ago

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Christmas with the avengers

pairing: avengers x teen!reader, Peter Parker x reader.

warnings: maybe some swearing?

summary: your first Christmas with both the avengers and with Peter, what could possibly go wrong?

a/n: merry Christmas everyone! this is absolute shit but I wanted to write something Christmassy, I hope you all like it!

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you hadn't been part of the avengers long when you started dating Peter, causing this to be your first Christmas with the both of them.

you get dressed in the matching Christmas jumpers you and Peter both had, because apparently it was tradition in the avengers tower to wear Christmas jumpers on Christmas day, so you had both agreed to wear the matching jumpers. (see gif)

you pulled on a pair of jeans and tied your hair up in a ponytail, with a small peice tinsel wrapped around your hairband. you did light makeup with f/c (fave colour) of eyeshadow.

you walk out of your room in the avengers tower and bump into Thor and Loki, heading to the kitchen.

"hello lady y/n, you look ravishing. I love your jumper." Thor said smiling at you.

"thanks Thor, you look good too." you say smiling at him.

"I like the tinsel" Loki muttered to you on the way past. you and him had become quite close over the past few months you have spent at the tower, but it still shocked you that he would say something like that with Thor around. normally he was a lot quieter in the shadow of his older brother.

"thanks loki." you say cheerfully, getting into the lift with them.

when the three of you get to the living room and kitchen you go your separate ways. Thor to the kitchen, no doubt to raid the cupboards of poptarts and you and Loki to the living room. you take a seat next to your boyfriend and smile at him.

"you look amazing" Peter says, looking at you lovingly.

"so do you." you say giggling.

"I know" he said, pretending to do a hair flick. but failing miserably and accidentally hitting himself in the face.

you laugh at him, and he looks at you with those puppy dog eyes that you can never resist. "sorry love" you say before kissing his cheek where he hit himself.

both of you head to the kitchen and after collectively deciding on cereal for breakfast, you go back into the living room with bowls full.

just as you both sat down on the sofa at your previous spots, Tony came in with Morgan trailing behind him, also wearing matching Christmas jumpers. "Merry Christmas everyone!" he says, sitting next to Steve and Bucky on the sofa.

Morgan runs over to you and attemps to scramble onto your lap. after realising what she was trying to do you help her get up and she sits on you happily.

Morgan had begun to like you in the short time you had been here, you were good with kids and would often play with her causing you two to become immediate friends. she was your little partner in crime and the pair of you would often adopt Loki to help prank Tony and Steve.

"I know its Christmas but there is a lot to get done, Pepper, Wanda and Bucky are on cooking duty first and then we will rotate, check this peice of paper that was kindly provided by Bruce for the timetable. everything else should have been done already."

"I can't wait to see what I got from Santa!" Morgan squealed excitedly, eyeing the pile of presents under the tree.

"I'm offended" you say dramatically, "are you not exited to see what I got you?" you asked laughing.

"yep, I'm exited for all the presents!" she said before getting off of your lap and running into the kitchen to 'help' with the cooking.

after half an hour of chatting and crimes cookies Nat decided she was bored.

"who wants to play Christmas games?" she shouts holding up a box. you glance at the box before bursting out laughing.

"o-deer! really?" Sam said, laughing at what happened last time you played it.

"do you remember Rhodes last time, he looked like he was going to take off." Scott said laughing.

"erm, excuse me. but who won?" Rhodes said pointing to himself. "this guy, so don't get ahead of yourselves." he said.

"I personally think I'm gonna win this time" you say sticking your tongue out at Rhodes.

"not gonna happen doll" Bucky called from the kitchen.

"just watch me win" you say.

everyone comes in from the kitchen and takes a break from cooking to play.

you all take turns having the antlers and throwing the hoops, when both you and Peter had finished you both collapsed on the sofa. he put his arm around you and you nestled your face in his chest, breathing in his warm sent.

after Nat announced that the winner was Wanda (everyone thinks she used her powers, although she swears that she didn't) you changed around kitchen duty, next up it was you, Peter and Steve.

Vision had mysteriously disappeared from the cooking rota, despite the fact that Wanda had been helping his cooking skills he couldn't seem to get any better.

you got started on the brussel sprouts, how anyone could eat them was beyond you but apparently some people *cough* Sam *cough* liked them.

Peter had gotten started on the stuffing, making the mixture and rolling it into balls. whenever he would walk past u he would kiss you on the forehead, or whatever part of you that was facing him at the time. Steve was watching this behaviour and wasn't sure to find it cute or disgusting.

Steve was getting busy with the mashed potatoes and checking on the turkey every once in a while.

a gasp echoed through the kitchen as you burnt your hand on the oven attempting to check on the turkey per Steve's request.

"what happe-" pete asked trailing off when he say u nursing your hurt hand, "oh baby, are you okay? did you burn it? don't worry it will be okay. I'll get some ice for it" he said, completely freaking out.

you watching him frantically searching for some ice for a minute before saying "don't worry petey, it's fine. it's only a burn. and it doesn't hurt that badly" you say giggling at how concerned he was.

"but what if it gets infected? or if it swells up?" he asked finally managing to find some ice and putting it on your hand.

"honestly, you kids." Steve says rolling his eyes and chuckling. "are you sure you are alright y/n?" he asks, his eyebrows knitting in concern.

"yeah I'm sure" you say, smiling up at him.

"okay" he says checking on the turkey himself.

you checked the clock "our shift ended five minutes ago! those little fuckers didn't tell us!" you say taking off the apron. you go into the living room and find Morgan and Loki laughing on the sofa.

"I'm truly sorry Lady y/n, it was my shift next and I didn't want to do it." Loki said, smirking at you.

"your not sorry" you say.

"no, your right, I'm not" he said, grinning again.

you roll your eyes and resume your earlier position on the sofa, Peter sitting next to you.

"secret santa!" came a shout from the doorway, you looked up to see that it was Tony. he was carrying the secret santa presents in his arms and Clint and Rhodes were behind him also carrying armfuls of presents.

Morgan jumped up from her seat next to Bruce squealing excitedly.

"don't we have to wait for our special guests to get here?" Pepper asked eyeing Tony.

"oops I forgot, yes we do" Tony said putting down the presents bashfully.

"what special guests?" you ask, having not heard about this at all.

"you will see" Tony said, with a shit eating grin.

about ten minutes later a knock was heard at the door.

Vision gets up to answer it and you soon here a shout from the doorway.

"do not fear, Christmas is saved. for the overrated king of wakanda and his amazing and beautiful genuis sister is here!"

"SHURI!" you and Peter both yell in unison.

"it is I" she said flicking her hair (and actually succeeding) before running to hug the two of you.

"not that anyone has noticed but I'm also here" Doctor Strange says from the doorway.

Tony and Bruce look up from talking to T'Challa and go over to shake hands with Strange.

"presents now?" Morgan asks, tugging on Tony's trouser leg.

"yes sweetie, go over and open some of them." Tony says. patting her on her head and sending her on her way.

everyone gathers around the tree and watches Morgan open her presents from santa. when she has finished you give her a wrapped package with some art supplies in. she jumps up and hugs you with a massive grin on her face.

then someone (you guess Scott but your not sure) yells secret santa.

everyone gets the presents they had gotten for their secret santa, you had gotten Thor and after asking for help from Peter you ended up making him something. when it was time for you to give thor his present you presented a wrapped up package. it was a knitted jumper with tiny hammers and lightning bolts on it.

he opened the present with a massive grin on his face and pulled you into a bone crushing hug.

"thanks you Lady y/n, I couldn't have asked for anything better."

"your welcome Thor" you said, smiling up at him.

when everyone was done with the secret santa, you had received a few scented bath bombs and a silver snake ring from Natasha, some people trickled out to go and help in the kitchen.

you handed Peter a package wrapped in red paper, "here you go Petey" you say.

he takes it and opens it, you had given him a watch with the millennium falcon on the inside of it.

"thanks baby, I love it!" he says hugging you tightly and kissing you square on the lips. "you will get yours tonight" he says with a grin.

not even five minutes had passed when a yell was heard from the kitchen.

"you idiot, you were meant to take out the turkey while we were opening the presents!" Sam yelled.

"well its not my fault that the timer didn't go off!" Clint yelled back.

"FRIDAY, did you set the timer like I asked you to?" Sam asked.

"you never asked me to set a timer sir" FRIDAY replied.

"shit" Sam muttered kicking the table in frustration.

after a few minutes of chaos Steve managed to find a ham in the back of the fridge, everyone decided that the ham was the best thing to have so you cooked it up and it didn't get burnt.

everyone gathered around the table, the food was delicious, and you almost couldn't tell that there wasn't a turkey.

"hey Bucky, could you pass me the potatoes please?" you asked. piling your plate high with good food.

once everyone was done eating you all sat in the living room and put on a Christmas movie.

you and Peter wanted to watch the muppets Christmas Carol but you both were outvoted and you ended up watching the Nightmare before Christmas.

Tony got the movie set up and you curled into Peter. an hour later when the movie was finished you were still in the same position, you were very happy next to Peter with him stroking your hair lovingly. you buried your head further into his chest until you had to upstairs to bed.

Peter offered to carry you and you glad fully accepted, completely worn out from the chaos filled day.

when you had both gotten up to your bedroom he presented a wrapped up gift from his pocket.

"I'm not done with you yet y/n" he says with a grin on his face.

you open the package and inside find a box. upon opening it you find a beautiful silver heart locket. you open up the locket to find that Peter had already put a picture inside, it was a picture of you and him on Valentines day, on the date that he had set up for the two of you.

"omg, Pete I absolutely love it!" you say with a massive grin on your face, "can you put it on me?" you ask.

"turn around" he says, taking the necklace from you and clasping it up. "all done"

he spins you around and you land in his arms, he kisses you passionately and you kiss back just as fiercely. the kiss was filled with passion and promises.

that night you fall asleep in his arms, with a massive grin on your face.

you couldn't have wished for a better Christmas, even if it did include burnt turkey.

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nancypullen · 3 years ago

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FRIDAY!

Yippee! We’ve made it to the end of another week! That doesn’t really mean the same thing to me that it used to, but Fridays still make me happy. Weekends are when fun stuff happens, right?�� For us that means old people fun like grilling a week’s worth of chicken breasts and staying up to watch Saturday Night Live. That’s right, we walk on the wild side. Pre-covid we’d probably catch a matinee or even enjoy a meal out, now it’s takeout and an occasional drive-in movie. I’m really, really okay with that. Anywayyyy, I ran out to do my Saturday grocery shopping because our local forecasters uttered the word *s*n*o*w*. We’re supposed to get a couple of inches tonight and I know the fine folks of Wilson County tend to clear the shelves before the flakes fly. There’d be nothing left by Saturday. I ran to Kroger this morning and the parking lot was full. I popped in and loaded up on bananas, apples, blueberries, broccoli, zucchini, avocados, romaine, peppers, salmon, chicken, ground turkey, eggs, and the three things we can’t live without - Diet Coke, chocolate, and cat food. Let the blizzard rage. I have food, books, and plenty of clay for making earrings and doodads. I hope I wake up to a blanket of white.

In a sign that time has become a blur I noticed that my local Kroger was pushing green cookies, green cakes, green balloons, green carnations, green, green, green. Oops, forgot that St. Patrick’s Day is coming up. We don’t normally do anything special. I’d love to make a big pot of corned beef, cabbage, and potatoes but the mister is not a fan. Interesting since he’s the one with the Irish heritage and I don’t have a drop. My DNA proved it.

See that island left in the dark? That’s Ireland and I’ve got no claim to it. You’d think that with that breakdown of my DNA I’d have had a shot at being tall and blonde. Nope, I’m a shrimp and my blonde comes from a bottle now. I forgot to make a Goodwill drop off when I ran to the grocery store. That’s my pattern. I bag or box it here at home and it sits in the middle of a room for a few days. Then I move it to the back of the car and drive it around for a while. Eventually I remember to stop at Goodwill and unload it. I’m pretty sure it drives Mickey bonkers but his slash and burn method makes me nervous, so we’re even. State Farm is putting a new roof on the house next week so that will make it tastier to potential buyers. Shortly after that we’ll be prepared to list and then things get really terrifying. We don’t have a home on the other end yet. We’ve got a Zoom call scheduled on Sunday with a realtor in Maryland - he’ll walk us through the procedure for making an offer on a home up there while we wait to close down here. I’m not picky, but I am asking for certain things - no basement laundry, a window over the kitchen sink, and a sweet, safe little neighborhood. If I could have everything I want it would include a walk-in closet in the master bedroom (that’s now politically incorrect, we’re supposed to say primary bedroom), a pantry in the kitchen, a two-car garage, and public water and sewer. I don’t think that’s a ridiculous list but apparently we’re hunting unicorns. It doesn’t have to be a showplace, I can make it pretty. In a perfect world I’d move across the street from the grandgirl and her parents and they’d never have to worry about a thing. She’d come to my house after school, if they worked late or got caught in traffic she’d just have dinner with Grancy and Grandpa, We’d have so. much. fun. Given the limited inventory we’re trying to be happy if we can just find a home within an hour of them. It’s so frustrating! I keep telling myself that it will all work out, but there’s a part of my brain telling me we’re foolish to give up the security here for the unknown there. Still, we want out of the south and there’s nothing more important to us than family. Onward, onward. Time for a new chapter. I think I’ll crank up the oven and make some earrings for my sister, she’s such a happy recipient of my wonky creations. I’ve been on a gingham kick for spring.

And earlier today I asked her opinion on these...

I hesitated to post that picture here for a number of reasons. First, my sagging cheeks. Then the zits on my cheek from trying a sample of a new moisturizer (why do I tempt fate?). My profile is not flattering. Then I thought...who cares? Aren’t we tired of feeling bad about ourselves yet? We’re all flawed and we’re all aging. Society is just especially cruel to aging women. Men are allowed to age, no one cares. The craggier the better, their crow’s feet and creases give them character. When was the last time you looked at a man’s neck and noticed the wrinkles? But women are marketed every potion and procedure in the world to stave off the natural changes of time. Men go bald, get bellies, liver spots, and grow beards to cover their jowls. We’re supposed to spend and spend and work at staying forever young. I refuse! Oh, I’m not giving up my lipstick, but I refuse to feel bad about LIVING in the face I’ve been given. Some of that is DNA and some of that is life choices. I like the sun and it shows. I’ve put some miles on that face. It’s lived from an Inuit village in the arctic to steamy south Florida. That face has expressed joy and sorrow and lived to tell the tales. I’m not sorry that I’ve lived to be 58 and a grandmother, why does society expect me to feel anything but happy about that? Won’t you join me in dismissing every ad targeting women that makes us feel insecure about what is natural? Take care of yourself, stay healthy, and embrace everything that is wonderful about you. Forget the rest. You don’t owe the world an unlined face, but your talents and gifts will surely be appreciated. Let’s work on loving ourselves exactly as we are. Hmm. I didn’t come here to rant about that. You probably didn’t come here to read it either. Stepping off my soapbox now. If you need me I’ll be at my desk rolling clay and waiting for the snow to fly. If I haven’t mentioned it lately, you’re fabulous. Stay safe, stay well, be kind to yourself. XOXO, Nancy

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imaginesmai · 4 years ago

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Peter Parker - In your corner

Enjoy this fluffy fic I forgot I had in my drafts!

Plot: Peter is having a hard time in college, and a visit from his favourite girl is just what he needs

The sun was bright in the sky, one of those rare days in early November where you still could wear only a thin jacket. Life was buzzing around you; students that were leaving their classes, teachers that were almost running to their cars, and the occasional reunion that made you smile even wider. Because you had your own waiting for you, somewhere between the entrance and the huge building of MIT.

You tried to stretch your head as much as you could to search for the curly haired boy that you wanted to surprise. He wasn’t that hard to find; Peter had grown that summer a few inches, and his shoulders were bulkier than before. But Friday seemed to be the chosen day to create as much noise as the students could, so between shoves and uncomfortable crowds, you were finding it hard to see him.

Someone behind you whispered your name in what they thought were discreet words, but you heard the giggles and the laughs. It was hard to miss them, when it happened a few times while you skipped the students in your way to find Peter. You felt the uncomfortable itch that they always gave you, and that in the last few months had turned into the horrible grief that you were still carrying. Knowing that you wouldn’t like to find any articles about Y/N Stark lashing out on some students, you pulled the bag closer to your body and lowered your head.

You had to bear with a few more pushes until finally you collided with one that was too familiar. Looking up, you met Peter’s warm eyes and his cheeky smile.

“Hey Stark” Peter whispered, but you could hear him perfectly. “Didn’t take you for one of public places”

“I would have taken the jet, but I didn’t want to embarrass you” you rolled your eyes.

Not noticing the audience that you had besides him, you leaned forward and caught Peter’s lips with yours. It had been three weeks since you last saw him, too busy with SI and with your life back in the lake house. He seemed to leave the shyness aside and leaned further into the kiss, until someone coughed and you had to break apart. If it was possible, he looked even more handsome.

“I’ll see you on Monday?” Peter spared a glance to the group of people he was walking with, while his hand gripped your own.

“Y-yeah, I guess. Uh – have, a… good weekend” a boy you didn’t know stuttered out.

Peter nodded to him and quickly scrambled out of the big crowd. You earned yourself another bunch of shoves and almost got stepped on by a guy as tall as the Hulk. The boy dragging you seemed much more eager to leave the place than yourself, but you didn’t dare to say anything. College could be stressful, from what he had told you, and you didn’t want to pressure him anymore.

So you just stepped to his side and hung yourself from his arm, supporting the bag on your other shoulder. Peter gave you a tight, tired smile and kept walking through the people. What had seemed like a nice day was quickly turning into one too hot, and you were tempted to get rid of the jacket you had brought with you. Knowing you had the car parked a few streets down, you resigned yourself to keep walking and receiving shoves.

After a few long, silent minutes, you were out and you breathed in relief.

“Oh God, that was stressful” you sighed, not tearing away from Peter. “Those are your friends?”

“Yeah – I mean, kind of. They’re my roommate’s friends, and I got along with them although I talk more with him alone”

“That’s good” you said, not really convinced by the answer. He seemed a little dull, almost not there. “I bet they’re not as good friends as me. I bought the car, no more peasant bus or walk”

“Probably, but I don’t feel comfortable doing this with my friends”

Peter shoving you into the wall and crashing his lips to yours wasn’t really a surprise, because you loved to do that all the time, yet the strength he followed the kiss with was a bit of a surprise. One of his hand made its way to your cheek and the other rested wrapped around your waist, making you stick to his body like a magnet. Your noses touched for a second until he tilted back; and then, he just left his lips there.

There was no fire burning like when he had initiating the kiss, just the need of touching each other. It was slow, too slow, and you smiled. His thumb was drawing small circles against your skin, warm and soft.

Peter ended the kiss, but instead of tearing apart, hugged you tighter and hid his head against your shoulder. It was a little awkward, since he had his backpack on and you couldn’t fully hug him. But whatever you did was enough, because he relaxed against you.

Your father’s death had been hard for the both of you, the blip and the separation with the university too. Sometimes, you just needed the comfort of each other.

“Everything fine?” you whispered, knowing he could hear you even with all that noise. Peter nodded against your shoulder and waited a few more seconds before tearing apart for real.

“Yeah. Just needed you, a lot” he answered truthfully, but you sensed it was more. “I hope the expensive car comes with a decent lunch. I’m not eating cafeteria trash again”

“Who do you take me for?” you teased, and grabbed his arm again to keep walking. “I’m the Y/N Stark, I do not eat food for less than 50$”

Peter chuckled and kissed your forehead. Instead of letting you just hang by his arm, like you usually walked, he put his arm around your shoulder and dragged you closer, until there was, once more, no space between the two of you.

The rest of the day ran uneventful, except from the nagging thought that there was something wrong with Peter. You ate in a Burger King and he ordered two kids menu, moving the toy around while you finished your own. It was strange seeing him so quiet and withdrawn, yet so close. He had chosen to sit beside you instead of in front, and when you had gone to the bathroom he looked as if he had been kicked.

You had asked him at least ten times if there was something wrong, but he either shrugged his shoulders or shook his head. The walk around the city was short and too hot, and not wanting to tell Peter that his arm around your shoulders was going to make you melt into a puddle of sweat, you had proposed going back to his dorm, the one you still hadn’t seen.

With Peter’s computer in the wheeled chair and his roommate out of the dorm, you watched a movie and laid close. So close, that in the middle of the movie you found yourself on top of him. Peter, as he always did, took his time to start talking – and when the credits rolled down, he talked.

“I’m not fine” you frowned at his tone, trembling and not as strong as always. A soft song played on the background, and you waited for him to continue. “I feel like – like a failure”

“Why would you say that?” you lifted yourself from where you were laying, landing on his left side with your head propped up in your hand, and the other one still resting on his chest.

“It’s true” he whispered, looking to ceiling lamp to your right. “I think that I don’t… maybe this is not what I’m supposed to be”

“In MIT?” you tried to get more information out of him, using one of your hands to brush the hair out of his forehead.

“I’m falling behind in two of my classes” a lonely tear ran down his cheek. “And… I failed the first physic test”

Peter started talking about how the exam had been too difficult for him, and even if the rest of the students had gotten not so good marks, he felt like he didn’t even understand what they were asking for. One thing led to another, and then he was talking about how he felt alone there too, because his real friends and you were away, and his roommate efforts for including him into his group weren’t enough.

He avoided talking about your father, but still a last ‘and I miss him’ left his lips. By the end, silent tears of frustration were running down his cheeks. You could guess that the mess of the desk was his, not of his roommate, and that he had been having a hard three weeks.

And if there was a part that broke your heart the most, was that he kept saying that he wanted to go home. The fierce protective instinct that you carried with your last name Stark-Potts took over you for a second and you wanted to pay every single thing he could need to finish college from home – but you reminded yourself that you didn’t have a say in the matter.

“I’m sorry you’ve come to visit only to hear me crying about nothing” Peter dropped one arm across his eyes. “It’s pathetic”

“Peter” you called him out, but he didn’t move his arm. “Come on, look at me. I don’t like talking to arms”

“I’m sorry” he repeated, sniffling softly.

“For what?” you insisted. “For talking about your feelings? For being honest with me? Come one, Peter. We’ve already been over it. You know you can tell me anything”

You remembered a few months ago, after the final battle, a similar situation. You had been destroyed by your father’s death, and it had taken a huge toll on you. Not going out of your room, barely eating, nearly zero talking; just lying in bed and crying. It was one of the hardest time of your life, and it had been Peter’s too. But the boy had ended up bringing you out of it by sitting with you a few hours each day, reading a book or watching a show. He had been hurt too, and sometimes he had to make a quick break to the bathroom with the excuse of getting emotional with the book. Still, he had helped you and you were forever grateful.

The problem was that he still hadn’t said anything real about your father’s death. You had seen him carrying everything like nothing, college and moving away. And you knew him well enough to know he wasn’t as good as he said.

Peter lifted his arm slightly at your words, his eyes glassy and red. You used it to push his arm out of the way fully, and stare at his gorgeous brown eyes.

“You don’t have to do this alone, Pete. What happened – what it meant for us… we can’t just pretend it didn’t happen. Sure, everyone suffered the blip. But they weren’t there, and you deserved the peace they’re searching for too” you explained.

“But I – it’s my first year, I can’t… I can’t…”

“If you need to, no one is gonna judge you for coming back home for a while” you comforted him, running a lazy finger across his jaw. “You saved them all, after all”

“So what? That’s not gonna take me anywhere, Y/N” he scoffed, finding the hem of your blouse and moving it between his fingers. “Engineer was my dream. It still is. I don’t want to leave it behind, but – but… I can’t – it’s too much, and –“

Peter’s chest started shaking under you, and his eyes looked away again. There was again, the panic he had been feeling since the begging of the year – maybe after the battle, or even before, when he learnt about five year gap. Unknown to you, Peter hadn’t even touched the suit since he arrived MIT. He spent the nights worrying about tests, studying and assignments, going as far as locking himself in the bathroom, away from his roommate, to have break downs in the shower.

He cursed himself as another tear rolled down his cheek, the lights from the forgotten movie only making the worrying look on your face more prominent. He had so desperately trying to hide it from you, but sometimes he forgot that you’re too similar to your father. Tony Stark noticed everything that was going on with him, so did you. After three weeks of bolting everything, he felt like digging himself in a hole and never coming up.

“You don’t have to leave MIT if you don’t want”

“But I’m failing! I can’t get any work done, I don’t understand anything and –“

“Look, it’s November already. You have winter break next month. And turns out, I have a very capable mother who is also worried about you and is willing to take up with the SI stuff until I come back” you smiled at his wide, surprised eyes. “What about I stay here? We can crash in a hotel, or you can make room for me in your bed. I’ll stay here until winter break, and then you will come home with me”

“I can’t ask you to stay” he squealed out, his voice too high pitched to be against the idea.

“You aren’t asking, I’m imposing, cause I’m a Stark and I’m in charge” you shrugged. You let your head fall back against his shoulder, hugging him close to you.

Both of you knew that it was still too long for winter break. You still had more than twenty days to come, that’s if MIT stopped their classes in early December. And even if you weren’t in college, you still had duties, a little sister and a mother to go back to. Yet Peter knew better than to say anything, so he turned his eyes back on the movie and blinked the tears away, already feeling a bit of that chest pressure lifting off.

“I’m in your corner, Pete” you mumbled softly, caressing the sink on his arm. “I’m always in your corner”

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iliumheightnights · 4 years ago

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We Have A Jedi [19] | Peter Parker x Male Reader

Fandom: Star Wars, Marvel Pairing: Peter Parker x Male Reader, Tony Stark x Son Reader Summary: Civil War has passed and the avengers are divided. (M/N) has been going to school and homecoming is coming up.

Previous | Next Read From The Beginning … “So Ned, what IS homecoming exactly?”

Ned looked up at (M/N) like he had just asked a crazy question. “What is? What!? How do you not know what homecoming is?” (M/N) shrugged. “I didn’t have homecoming where I came from. What is it? It must be big for something for how you reacted.” Recently (M/N) had noticed the many posters decorating the walls, all announcing Homecoming. Students all around him were also talking about it, but he wasn’t sure what it was.

“Well, it’s a major dance. Not as big as Prom but it’s still big. Normally people ask to go with someone that’s important to them.” (M/N) listened to Ned talk about Homecoming but got a smile as Ned talked about asking someone important. “So, Should I ask Peter then?” At that Ned choked on his drink. “What? Did I say something wrong?” Ned cleared his throat while shaking his head furiously. “No. No. You’re good. I mean people usually ask someone that’s important to them and who they like. Ya know?” (M/N) nodded in understanding. “So I should ask Peter then?” Ned continued to stare at him. “Wait? You like Peter? Oh that’s so great! You’d make the perfect couple. You should ask him!”

Honestly (M/N) hadn’t even thought about it, but it made sense. Ever since he had first met Peter he had grown attached to him. Ever since leaving the jedi and being around Peter more, that bond only grew stronger. While the jedi were against attachments, he was no longer part of the order. He could have a future with Peter...if both of them wanted it.

“I should?”

“Yes! I have a feeling he might feel the same.” That made (M/N) smirk.

Speaking of Peter, the boy of the hour arrived just then. (M/N) decided not to ask him just yet, seeing as it’s probably a big deal to do so. “Hey guys!” he sat down and (M/N) smiled at him. “Hey Peter, how was the decathlon trip? I heard Spiderman made an appearance.” (M/N) said smirking at Peter. He had heard all about the mess Peter had gotten himself into at the washington monument and made sure Peter knew it too. The boy in question blushed and picked at his food. “It was fine...I ended up fighting someone. Part of the group dealing the weapons.” At that (M/N) got interested, Ned who was listening went wide eyed and looked at the other two boys. “Wait! Wait he knows?” He whispered and shouted at the two. Peter and (M/N) nodded at the gobsmacked boy. “Yeah, he found out a long time ago.” (M/N) nodded and wrapped his arm around Peter. “Yep. And I’ve been helping him look for whoever these people are.”

Before anything else can happen the bell rang, signaling the end of the day. “Well won’t you look at that, saved by the bell.” The three boys gathered their things and left the school. “Sorry guys, I have to go. I have-things to do.” Ned really REALLY tried with that excuse. He gave a wink at (M/N) and ran off to the bus. “That was weird. Never seen him leave so fast, especially after all that.” Peter said, causing (M/N) to laugh. “Yeah...I have a feeling he’s gonna find out about me being force sensitive soon...that or being the son of you know who.” Peter nodded.

A car honked and they saw Happy waiting for the Stark boy. “I have to go. You coming over later?” He asked the other boy. “Nah. I have something I have to do. See you later (M/N).” With that Peter went off to the bus and (M/N) really debated going after him to ask him to homecoming. He decided no again, maybe his dad could help him figure out a way to ask.

He opened the passenger door and sat inside. “Hey Happs. Is dad back from his trip yet?” The man smirked and nodded. “Yep, got in literally right after you got to school. He’s waiting for you at home.” (M/N) couldn’t help the smile that appeared on his face, he had missed his dad when he was away. “Do you think getting away helped?” After everything that happened during the civil war, Tony really began thinking over things more clearly and everyone leaving really began affecting him. (M/N) and Happy could see it, so could Rhodey and Pepper. The man’s smirk didn’t fade, that was a good sign. “I think so. He seemed to be doing better.” (M/N) would see when he got home.

The drive had gone by rather quietly after that. Neither needing to say anything. Returning to the compound (M/N) quickly threw his bag into his room. Bweep bwoop! The boy turned to his friend. “Hey T3. My dad in the lab?” Bwoop Bweep. “Thanks buddy. I’m going to go say hi.” He made his way to the lab and heard the music blaring, a good sign of his dad being there. Entering the lab and saw his dad working on something at his work table. He smiled as he saw his son walk in. “Well look who’s home! How was school buddy?” (M/N) quickly gave his dad a long hug. “It was school. Now how are you? Was the trip good? I missed you.”

Tony laughed and pulled back to look at this son. “Trip was good, glad to be back though I miss you too. So how’s our spider boy? I had to save his ass during my trip.” Tony tried saying that like he was annoyed but the small smile about to break said otherwise. “I heard about that. Anyways...I was going to ask you something actually.” Tony looked at his son curiously before moving back to what he was working on. “Oh and what is that my young ‘padawan’?”

(M/N) shook a bit, he hated when his dad called him that. Even with that nickname, he was glad to see his father somewhat returned to normal, he had been a bit of a wreck with Steve leaving. You know, the fallout of a lover’s spat. “I told you never to call me that. Anyways...so homecomings coming up and I wasn’t sure what that was so Ned told me about it. Apparently people ask who they like to this thing and-” Before he was able to finish Tony interrupted him. “And you want to ask someone you like to the dance? Oh my god my baby boy finally has his first crush. Who is it? is she pretty?”

(M/N) shook his head. “Actually I was thinking of asking Peter.” That was all he said, he figured that was all he had to say. Tony seemed a bit surprised but smiled and nodded. “Good. He’s a good boy. I didn’t know you swung that way kiddo.” (M/N) was confused by that, he hadn’t heard that before. “What do you mean? Swing what way?”

“Oh you know...that you like guys.”

“I mean...in the Jedi we weren’t supposed to like anyone other than platonically. Even then we couldn’t really have any sort of attachment. Is...liking someone of the same sex wrong here?”

Tony hesitated a bit but nodded. “A bit. It’s getting better, but there’s still lots of problems. Just know that I’m Bi myself and still love and support you no matter what.” Tony made sure to say that. He never told Howard since he knew it wouldn’t go over well and didn’t want his son to feel the same.

“Huh. That’s so strange.” Seeing how his dad looked confused by that statement he continued. “Well, I’ve travelled the galaxy and it’s a large place. There’s no set binary limit to sexuality or gender really, it’s a spectrum...a rather large spectrum. I haven’t really encountered any planets where this has been a problem.”

Tony let out an oh and nodded in understanding. “I get it. Isn’t that nice. It’s nice to know that the rest of the galaxy seems to have it’s shit together and not stuck in the past like us. Anyways, yes I approve of you asking Peter out and I’m guessing you need pointers from your old man to help ask him out?” (M/N) nodded. “Not to worry, I’ve asked out a couple guys in the past. I can help you.”

(M/N) wanted to make a comment about how he should have done that to Steve but resisted seeing as it wasn’t the best time for it. “Hit me with what you got old man.” He laughed at the face Tony made. Tony was about to start his lesson on how to get Peter when Friday spoke up. “Sorry to interrupt sir but you might want to see this.” At that moment a video of a ferry being cut in half was shown. “Spiderman has been sighted on the ferry sir.”

“Shit.” Both of them said in unison. Tony quickly got up and got to his suit. “Friday deploy my drones to help keep that thing floating. (M/N) sorry to cut this short but I have to go save your boyfriend. Stay here and think of ways to ask him out...if I don’t tell him first.” He immediately left after saying that. “Dad!” But he was already gone. With that he went back to his room to watch whatever came next with T3.

…

So…(M/N) was a nervous wreck. He had figured out a way to ask Peter to homecoming. FINALLY! He was nervous one, because he was asking him out and two, his dad took away Peter’s suit. He was really nervous that Peter would hate him. Who was he kidding, it was Peter. Peter, the boy he met when he came to earth, Peter who easily let him into his life and was curious about his own. Peter the boy who had stolen his heart. Peter wouldn’t hate him.

“(M/N)! Hey (M/N) wait up!” Ned. (M/N) watch as the boy ran up to him. “So! Did you do it? Did you ask peter to homecoming?” The young Stark shook his head. “No. Not yet at least. I wanted to do something special to ask him so…” He pulled out a necklace with crystal on it. “I was going to give him this and ask him. This necklace is special to me and figured it would mean a lot to him.” Ned’s eyes widened and he smiled. “(M/N) that’s perfect! Also I think that necklace is so cool. Is that a real crystal? Where’d you get-” “Guys!” Peter came running over and (M/N) quickly hid the crystal. “Oh Peter! I’m glad to see you. I wanted to ask you a question.” Before he continued on Peter stopped him. “Okay but real fast you’ll never guess what happened. I’m going to homecoming with Liz!” It was like everything just stopped. Ned got really excited but then suddenly looked at (M/N). Ever the friend (M/N) had a smile on his face. “That’s great Peter. I’m glad to hear it.”

“Oh! What’d you want to ask me (M/N)?”

“It’s nothing. I forgot about it anyways.”

“Oh...okay. Well-”

“Sorry, I have to go. Emergency came up.” (M/N) didn’t wait for anyone to respond. He turned and walked out of the school. He didn’t ask Happy or Tony to come for him, he just...walked. He didn’t know why he was feeling the way he was. He had spent his entire life not caring about romance or petty crushes but for some reason, Peter Parker was breaking his heart.

He found himself standing in the penthouse of Stark tower looking over the city. He wasn’t sure what brought him there but it’s where he found himself. He got so lost in his thoughts he hadn’t noticed the sun getting lower, not until his dad’s voice reached his ears. “You okay bud? You skipped some classes today and are now here...I’m guessing asking didn’t work out?”

(M/N) shook his head, not tearing his eyes away from the city's skyline. “I’m not going.” Tony came and sat down next to him. “That’s okay kid. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. Besides, there’s always Prom.” Tony seemed to be thinking of something. “Say, since you’re not doing homecoming would you mind helping Happy move this stuff to the compound? We’re kind of...selling the tower.” (M/N) had known about it from rumors but wasn’t sure. He was going to miss this place. He nodded. “Yeah I can do that.” Tony wrapped his arm around him and brought him closer. “That’s my boy.”

The two stayed like that until the sun went down.

…

“No that one goes over there!” (M/N) watched as Happy shouted out to the movers where everything went. The move from the tower to the compound was coming to an end and it wouldn’t be long before the plane was in the air. It wasn’t long before Happy had received a phone call, (M/N) couldn’t tell who it was from here but Happy didn’t seem pleased. It wasn’t long before the man finished the call and continued on. “Who was that?”

Happy didn’t even look away. “Peter. No no that goes there!”

(M/N) was curious as to why Peter was calling Happy. “What was he calling for? Is he in trouble?”

“I don’t know. He said something about someone coming after the plane.” That DID catch his attention. More than likely it was whoever was selling the weapons. “Perhaps we should listen to him. Or at least ramp up security and protect the shipment you know?”

Happy stopped and put a hand on his shoulder. “Hey relax kid. It’s gonna be okay, we've made sure to take safety precautions.” (M/N) loved Happy, but he knew it wouldn’t be enough. “I think I should go with it. It’s just heading back to the compound anyways. I’ll be another defense.” Happy wanted to fight back but (M/N) was already heading to the plane. “Don’t worry I’ll be fine.”

It wasn’t long before the last of everything was packed and the plane took off, with an added passenger. Looking through the boxes, (M/N) found himself some weapons to help him in case it was needed. He’d remember to thank Natasha for daggers later. Sitting down he began to meditate, if anything went wrong he’d know about it. As if on queue, he felt that disturbance.

Standing up he following his instinct and saw a man. “Hot dog.” The man began walking to the box that held the arc reactors. “I’m sorry.” The man turned to him. “That doesn’t belong to you and you’re in a restricted area. Stand down.”

“And who are you? Another Stark bodyguard?”

“One last time. Stand down.”

The man let out a laugh but that was soon cut off as an alarm went off and a camera feed popped up showing Peter on the plane in his old suit. The man let out a scream of anger and (M/N) took the opportunity using the force to push him against the wall. He hoped it would knock him out but the man quickly got up. “Always the freaks.” The man jumped out of the hole he had arrived and and (M/N) watched the screen as the man, the vulture, went after Peter. “Not good.”

(M/N) felt as the vultures' wings pierced the plane. It was going to go down, no matter what. (M/N) quickly put on his dad’s older helmet and gauntlets. If the ship was going down he wasn’t going down with it. The alarms were blaring louder and (M/N) could feel through the force it wouldn’t be long before the ship went down.

With another pierce the plane began ripping apart and (M/N) was quickly sucked out. “SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!” He felt as the air rushed past him and it took him a second to focus. He saw as the plane, vulture and Peter all fell closer to the ground. He had to quickly figure out how to use his dad’s tech if he didn’t want to hit the ground hard. Luckily, his dad’s early tech wasn’t THAT difficult to figure out to him and he was soon flying. “Oh man...that was close.” He watched as the plane hit the ground on a beach and broke apart. “Peter!”

(M/N) flew down to the beach and saw Peter laying on the ground. “Peter! Oh god wake up!” He shook the boy who quickly woke up. “Woah! What happened? (M/N)? What are you doing? What are you wearing?” He helped him to his feet and just as quickly as he got him up, both boys were knocked down by Vulture.

“Hey Pedro.” The man launched at them and Peter dogged out of the way but (M/N) didn’t. Instead he lifted his arms and used the force to push the man back. Using the force he gripped the man and began pulling his wings apart, making sure to separate him from his weapon. The man was able to flap his wings once more and it sent (M/N) flying backwards.

The man’s wings began sparking and he tried to grab a crate to escape. Peter quickly webbed him. “Time to go home Pete!” The man tried escaping but Peter held his grip. “I’m trying to save you!” And just like that the wings gave up and the man went flying back into an explosion. Peter quickly followed after him. (M/N) watched as Peter came back carrying him. “(M/N)! Help me web him up. He’s going to prison.” (M/N) quickly helped Peter tie up the man and crates before skidadling before the authorities arrived. They did make sure to leave a note though.

From atop the rollercoaster Peter and (M/N) watched as Happy and the rest of the security crew came to the scene. “Well...is THIS what homecoming is like every year?” (M/N) looked and Peter and the boy laughed. “No. No, it’s never...THIS.” He motioned to the wreck with his hands. (M/N) let out his own laugh. “I’m glad you’re okay Pete. I told dad he should have given your suit back.” Peter only shook his head. “It’s not your fault (M/N), or Mr.Stark’s. But I couldn’t just stand by and LOOK we caught him! They’ll get the others for sure.”

(M/N) smiled as he looked at Peter who seemed content. Peter moved his head and their eyes connected. In that moment it was like the whole galaxy froze and it was just the two of them. (M/N) felt as if a spark happened between them and he wasn’t sure what caused it but the next thing he knew he was moving and pressed his lips to Peters. Peter seemed surprised at first but didn’t push away, in fact, he pushed deeper into it.

It wasn’t long before (M/N) pulled back but pressed his forehead against Peter’s. “That was nice.” He said. Peter was smiling so wide. “I’ve been wanting to do that for so long.” He said. “You remember that question I was going to ask a couple days ago?” (M/N) asked to the boy who nodded. He pulled out the necklace that he was wearing. “I was going to give this to you. Then I was going to ask you to homecoming. So now I ask…” He handed him the necklace. “Peter, will you go out with me?” (M/N) could have sworn he saw tears build in Peter’s eyes. “Yes. (M/N) I’d love to!” The two kissed again.

…

“So what exactly am I doing here and is that a droid?”

(M/N) led Peter through the compound. Happy following behind them with T3. “You’ll see and yes that’s T3. You’ll meet later.” Bwoop! Soon the four met up with Tony. “Ah there’s my favorite teens! Come on let’s go.” Tony led them down the hall further. “So Pete we’re going to have a father-son’s boyfriend talk a bit later alright. But for now we’re here for this.”

Tony waved his hand and a cabinet opened showing a new and improved Spiderman suit. “You said you wanted to be an avenger. Now you are.” (M/N) smiled at Peter but that was because he knew what his boyfriend was going to do. And just like that, Peter remained the friendly neighborhood Spiderman.

That still didn’t get him out of that father-son’s boyfriend talk.

…

“The time has come. My plan has been set in motion and my forces are on the move.”

“At last. I’ve grown tired of waiting.”

“You’ll have to wait a bit longer, I have another mission for you. Find him...and bring me his head.”

“Yes...my master.”

...

A/N: Tick. Tick. Tick. Time is ticking down until infinity war and endgame and it’s going to be INSANE! I hope you’re excited!

#marvel #peter parker #tony stark #peter parker x male reader #peter parker x male!reader #peter parker x reader #peter parker x stark reader #peter parker x stark!reader #tony stark x male reader #tony stark x male!reader #tony stark x reader #tony stark x son reader #tony stark x son!reader #tony stark x stark reader #tony stark x stark!reader

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xmxisxforxmaybe · 4 years ago

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Twin-Swap: “The Twins Talk”

Day 1: “Rami Wakes Up in LA; Sami Wakes Up in Miami”

Warnings: Wee bit o’ angst

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Rami was silent, and so was Sami.

“I don’t even know—”

“What the hell happ—”

The twins began at the same time, both of them sighing with frustration before Sami cleared his throat and asked, “What’s the last thing you remember . . . remember as you inside of you?”

Rami thought for minute, his fingers reaching up and scratching at his chin, the whiskers of Sami’s beard so foreign that he lost his train of thought and had to restart.

“Well, uh . . . I was drinking a beer. Some place not far from the hotel. Gwil and Joe were at the bar, talking,” Rami paused, thinking hard to piece together his final memories in his own body.

“It’s—it gets weird. Like I was blackout drunk but I know I didn’t drink that much. I’m working, Sami. I would never—”

“I know. I know how serious this is for you.”

“What do you remember?”

It was Sami’s turn to pause, and as he thought, he remembered that right now he was naked. He sat down on the hotel bed with a tired sigh and pulled a pillow over his lap. He leaned forward as he cradled the phone next to his head, a well-manicured nail finding its way between his teeth.

“Stop chewing on my nails,” Rami interrupted, his agitation a welcome, small piece of normality during this fucked up situation.

“Shit—sorry.”

“Anything? Do you remember anything?” Rami pressed.

Sami closed his eyes as yesterday swam through his mind—a normal, albeit tiring Thursday with his freshman. He remembered making it back to the house, maybe around 5:30 or 6:00 pm.

“I remember coming home from school. I, uh . . . I got a beer from the fridge. Went into the living room and turned the TV on. Damnit! It’s just like you said—like trying to pry into a memory after you’ve gotten too drunk.”

The harder Rami thought, the more his head began to pound—a headache so deep in his brain that the pain felt both within and without, like he was looking out of a window only to see himself looking out of another window, then another, and another.

“My head hurts,” Sami confessed, and Rami concurred. The twins were used to knowing what the other was thinking or feeling before they said it, not because of some indefinable, mystical connection but because they shared everything; before their birth, they were more one soul than two. It was only in their early adulthood that they began to separate, to realize that solace could be found individually.

They thought they didn’t need each other as they once had, and in fact, while Rami was filming Bohemian Rhapsody in London, it was the longest physical separation they had undergone. Even while they were at college on opposite ends of the country, every few months, one of the twins would visit the other, unable (or unwilling) to go any longer without seeing the other.

Neither of the twins had enjoyed being apart for so long, but neither was willing to offer up the confession they both already knew—they were far too stubborn, a trait they carried down from their father.

“That’s weird, isn’t it? To have the same headache?”

Rami laughed at his brother’s use of “weird” considering the current situation.

After a moment, Sami softly laughed, too. “This obviously isn’t a dream right?”

“I mean, I didn’t slap myself or anything, but no. This isn’t a dream.”

“I did.”

“Don’t slap me!” Rami guffawed, once again agitated at the lack of care Sami was showing his body. He needed to be pristine—it was his job to look good.

“Big thanks for sleeping naked by the way.”

“Sometimes sleep-trousers—”

“Pants, Rami. You’re a fucking American.”

“Pants are underwear in—”

“You! Are! American!”

“Stop yelling at me!”

“What else am I supposed to be doing?” Sami yelled, his cool completely lost. “I’m in a hotel room in Miami. I need to be at school—shit! What time is it there?”

“It’s uh, 7:26.”

“Oh my god,” Sami moaned. “You have to throw on whatever you can and get to school. You’ll be a little late, but I’ll have Melissa cover my room until you—until I—get there.”

“Have you LOST your fucking mind? I can’t teach! I don’t know your students!”

“Do you have any idea what it’s like to get a sub on a Friday? You have to put your day in weeks in advance—no sub, guess who covers? Your colleagues. And it’s not like the kids can just skip English and fuck around somewhere else for an hour.”

“I can not do this, Sami. I think the fact that we are in each other’s bodies—”

“Please Rami. Please! Tomorrow is Saturday—”

Rami felt a twinge of pain as Sami begged. His brother never, ever asked for anything. But that pain was quickly overrun by panic as Rami remembered, “I have to be on a plane this afternoon!”

“What?”

“We leave for Dallas. And as soon as I land, we have an interview. Oh fuck me. What the fuck am I gonna—”

“Just. Let’s think about this. We have to think.”

“I can’t mess this up, Sami. I can’t mess this up.”

“And neither can I! Honestly, I think you think your job is more important than mine sometimes.”

“It’s a little more fucking public!”

“Just—stop. We can’t do this now. You need to get dressed and get in the car. Call me when you’re on your way to school.”

Rami was silent longer than Sami would have liked but he knew his twin heard him.

“I’ll call you from the car.”

“Thank you.”

“Sami?”

“Huh?”

“We’re gonna fix this, right? Whatever this is, we’re gonna fix it?”

Sami’s eyes were suddenly blurry because of the uncertainty in his brother’s tone. He took a deep, silent breath and willed his voice to be strong, to be sure.

“Yes. We will fix this.”

“Call you from the car,” Rami answered, then the line went dead.

Sami flopped back onto the bed, the pillow that had been covering his naked lap falling to the floor. He shoved his hands in his hair, wondering for a moment what the hell they put in his twin’s hair to make it so soft, then he brought his brother’s perfectly manicured index finger to his lips, hesitated, then started chewing at the edge of the nail as he pleaded with his brain to remember something, anything.

But as the throbbing in Sami’s head became overwhelming, he gave up, thinking instead of how the fuck he and Rami were going to fix this.

#twin tuesday #twin tuesday fic #rami malek #sami malek #twin-swap #rami malek fic

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jbbuckybarnes · 5 years ago

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Bucky x Reader Trope: Accidental Eavesdropping Descr: Angst & Fluff

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You wanted to walk into the kitchen when you heard your name fall from Bucky’s lips. You stopped in your tracks and decided to turn around until they were finished mentioning you in there. Until you heard what it was about. “She acts like she has pity for all of us. It makes me uncomfortable. She’s trying too hard.” you turned around and ran to your room after these words. Your only fear with the team was to be disliked by them. You joined the group only days before Bucky and always did your best to be there for everybody, to not be annoying and to learn enough about them. “It concerns me, she’s overworking herself where she shouldn’t. She’s way too worried. I feel like she needs the same level of attention she gives to us and we’re not giving that to her.” he finished his little monologue and Steve pressed his lips together with a nod. Bucky has been your training partner since you both came to the compound and you always tried your best to help him with the problems he had with his PTSD. He was still very distanced towards you, but not in a negative way. At least that’s what you thought until you accidentally eavesdropped on him talking about you. You decided to not eat breakfast, your appetite was gone anyways and you still had a few episodes of Brooklyn 99 left to watch. Bucky noticed when you didn’t come to eat breakfast. It worried him, you always made sure everyone ate enough and you talked about the shows you currently watched every evening. “Friday? Can you deny the rest of the team access to my room? Except for Tony, of course.” you looked at the ceiling. “Of course.” the gentle female computer voice answered. - “Friday? Can you tell me where Y/N is?” the brunette asked after everyone had finished breakfast and went about their day. “She is in her room. It seems like she doesn’t want to be disturbed.” the voice answered him. “Is she medically okay?” he asked. “Yes, her vitals are normal. She seems to be upset but wants to be left alone.” she informed him. He slowly exhaled with a frown. This wasn’t like you at all and he knew something must’ve happened in the last 24 hours.

“Y/N?” he knocked against your door before turning the door knob, expecting the door to open. “Can you let me in?” he asked with a calm voice and you put on headphones to not hear his voice anymore. “If you need me, I’m-” music interrupted his voice and a tear ran down your face. He turned away from the door and walked towards the training area. “Do you think someone upset Y/N?” Bucky looked at Steve with a frown. “Might be the case.” he shrugged before continuing his set of pull-up’s. “She didn’t eat, I can’t open her door. I hope everything is okay.” he started his own workout. “She’s a big girl. Probably just needs a day off.” came back. After blasting Linkin Park and Beyonce through your headphones for almost two hours you thought yourself capable to continue a fairly normal day. You’d have to figure out ways to get past the soldier but you couldn’t let this interfere with your life too much. With headphones on a low volume and in cozy clothes you made your way to the kitchen to at least eat a sandwich. “Oh my god, Y/N. You’re okay. What happe-” he tried to hug you but you walked right past him. Under his confused glare you made yourself a big sandwich with Aerosmith blasting guitar solos through your ears. Cleaned up, started the dishwasher and made your way to the training room. “Hey, no food in the training room.” Sam joked and your eyes were venom. “Get off my nonexistent dick, pigeon.” he never saw you this aggravated and any comeback in his head vanished with his shock. You sat down on the box in front of the big window, eating your sandwich, trying to calm down. One side of your headphones was slowly taken out, “Who do I need to beat up, babygirl?” Sam meant it, he never saw you this irritated before and whoever was responsible for this should get a concussion of a lifetime. “Bucky.” you mumbled and just saying his name ruined your mood again and made you lose a tear. Arms were gently placed around you and pulled you in, “What did tin-man do to you?” “He said…that I act like I pity all of you and…” a sob left you and he started frowning, “…that I make him uncomfortable and that I’m trying too hard. I heard it when I wanted to get breakfast this morning.” He would lie if he said he wasn’t angry at his friend for making you feel like this. “Hey, babygirl. Listen to me.” he took your face in his hands, “You are the best teammate out of all of them. You make us sandwiches, make sure we eat and drink enough, stitch us up after missions. You don’t make me uncomfortable ever. You’re not annoying. Sure, mothering me isn’t always what I prefer but I would never take you for granted like that.” he tried to soothe you. “Thank you, Sam.” you got the tears off your face. “No problem. You deserve to hear that every once in a while.” he hugged you again. “Can I work out with you?” you looked up at him and a soft smile formed on his face. “Of course, but I think you should eat that sandwich first.” he nudged his head over and you nodded. “I think I did something wrong…but I don’t know what?” Bucky said to his best friend. “Try to talk to her later or whenever she wants to talk to you again.” his hand was on Bucky’s shoulder when they heard you laugh and walk in.

You walked into the kitchen laughing at one of Sam’s joke and ignored the rest of the room. “You lost the bet, not my fault.” he smiled at you. “Fine. I’ll make you a sandwich. But only cause you’ve been such good company today.” you gave him a stern look. “Don’t want to see you sad, babygirl.” he said sitting at the counter. “Don’t flatter yourself too much. Half of the work was done by Beyoncé on my headphones.” you snorted before preparing him a sandwich and presenting it to him. “THIS is what victory tastes like.” he grinned and you both fell into a laughing fit. You both had the tradition of journaling together in silence twice a week and when you didn’t show up for that, he knew he did something wrong. It must’ve been him. The last thing he said to you the day before was a normal “Sleep tight, Sugar Plum.” He called you that, not because of actual sugar plums, but because plums were his favorite and you were his favorite. You were more than just his favorite but you didn’t know that. He actually planned on getting everyone on board with giving you the love back that you gave everyone. That was what he had talked about earlier that day with Steve. He wanted to tell you sometime in the coming weeks. Wanted to make you emotionally better by telling everyone to treat you a little better. And here he sat alone on the couch, you hated him and he didn’t know why. “Tasha?” he looked towards the redhead that had just walked in and got her attention. “James?” she smiled. “Do you know what I did for Y/N to be so cold towards me? I don’t remember saying anything hurtful or triggering. Maybe I’m just incredibly dumb but…would you please do me a favor and find out?” he looked so heartbroken. “Talk to her, Buck.” she suggested. “She won’t let me.” he bit his lip nervously. Sam walked in with a scolding look, “Never saw someone make such a mess while being so obviously in love, holy.” “What?” Bucky was confused. “Wait, you don’t know what you did?” Sam’s eyebrows raised up. “Nobody is telling me, no.” he answered and let himself fall against the couch cushion. “I played with the idea of breaking your nose and giving you a concussion when she told me.” his hand went over his face. Nat left the room but was clearly still listening in. “You talked about her this morning.” Sam started and a nod came back. “You said she acts like she’s pitying all of us, that she makes you uncomfortable and that she’s trying too hard. Tell me WHERE you wouldn’t be mad in her skin?” he smacked his friend over the head. “Fuck, that wasn’t even meant that way. I was talking to Steve about her getting too deep into this whole caring and mothering thing when she feels mentally unstable. I just asked him if he was on board with the idea of asking the team to treat her a little better…so that she feels better again. She must’ve heard only the first part, shit.” he rubbed his temples. “Then go and fix it, you absolute dumbass of a man.” he was really not having it. “I will.” he stood up to go straight to your room. Four knocks, Bucky. “Y/N, can we please talk?” he asked with his softest voice. You ignored him deliberately, for good reasons. “I know why you’re mad but that’s not what I actually said.” his forehead was against your door. “Friday? Can you play the kitchen surveillance footage of Steve and me this morning. On her screen?” he asked and you took your headphones out. Your TV switched to a video of the kitchen. He made you relive this? Really? * “What’s wrong, buddy?” “I don’t know. I’m just concerned for Y/N.” “Why? Something wrong?” Steve asked concerned. “I know she probably doesn’t show it as obvious to the rest of you but she seems very mentally drained. But instead of putting herself first she keeps giving. She acts like she has pity for all of us. It makes me uncomfortable. She’s trying too hard. It concerns me, she’s overworking herself where she shouldn’t. She’s way too worried. I feel like she needs the same level of attention she gives to us and we’re not giving that to her.” “We should talk to the others about that.” Steve answered. “God, I love her. I just don’t want her to end up completely shattered.” “When did you plan on telling her?” “I don’t know. Probably when she starts getting better. I don’t want to be manipulative by accident.” “Hey, it’s gonna work out fine. Trust me.” he calmed down his friend.

With a shocked face your TV went back to a screen saver. Slowly and shaky you made your way to the door and opened it to see a Bucky that was internally beating himself up. “I’m so sorry.” he seriously looked like a hurt puppy. You closed the door behind him. “I didn’t know you were there. I said it in all the wrong ways. I should’ve stopped after the first two sentences. I was so worried for you. I’m so sorry.” he was a waterfall of words. “It’s okay, Bucky.” you both had sat down on your bed and you took his hands. “It’s okay. It’s okay.” you drew circles on the back of his hands to soothe him and get him out of his intrusive thoughts. “I’m so sorry.” he looked at you again. “Hey, it’s okay. We would’ve worked it out sooner or later. It’s okay.” you hugged him. “Why are you so nice to me after I made you feel so awful?” he asked in a shaky voice. “Cause there is an explanation for it and I love you. Why would I hold grudges against you.” you took his head into your hands. “Really. I mean it when I say it’s okay, Bucky.” now he grabbed you into a tight hug. “I’ll choose my words better next time. I promise.” he mumbled. “I hope Sam didn’t hurt you.” you giggled while the hug broke apart. “Smacked me over the head.” he huffed with a small smile. “Poor Bucky Bear.” you jokingly pitied him. “I hope you don’t change because of what I said. I love you the way you are, okay? Just…maybe try to overwork yourself less.” his hands went over your waist and hips. “Sorry I missed out on our journaling bit.” your hand went through his hair soothingly. “You know, I planned on confessing to you in a completely different way. Had it planned out.” he looked at you with a shy smirk. “You still have time,” you smiled, “What was the plan?” “Telling you why I call you Sugar Plum.” he chuckled. “And why do you call me that?” your grin got wider. “Sugar, cause that’s how I called girls in the 40’s. Plum because they are my favorite fruit and you’re my favorite person. You’re way more than my favorite person and I thought you deserve to know that.” A boyish but shy smile was on his face and he was blushing. “Gosh, hopeless romantic.” you rolled your eyes before closing the distance between the two of you. He pulled you onto his lap, one hand on your lower back, one hand messing with your hair. His lips were soft, tasted like cinnamon, the cinnamon buns you’d left on the coffee table. After he kissed you dizzy he looked at you with your messed up hair and kiss-swollen lips. “Still wanna journal together?” he asked with the happiest smile ever. “Of course. Don’t get too touchy feely tho.” you winked before climbing off of his legs and walked towards the door with a, “Friday, grant the team access to my room again when I’m in it. And Bucky also when I’m not in it.” he eyed you from behind with heart-eyes that were visible to Alaska. “Gosh, you can do that now without getting possibly caught. I’m not responsible for broken noses and dents in walls.” you smirked over your shoulder. This journaling date was definitely different from the others.

#Bucky Barnes x Reader #bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky barnes x you #james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes #captain america #captain america civil war #captain america the winter soldier #the winter soldier #avengers #marvel #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #sebastian stan #seb stan #sebastian stan x you #sebastian stan x reader

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