#and after a while they start to meet up after matching but in a strictly friendly way to mourn the shot at romance

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Huevember 11

Karen and Rick but in the DND AU. (I just look at this and think 'Barbie learned eldritch blast' but ya know. Whatever.)

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Out in the open | Lotte Wubben-Moy

Pairing: Lotte Wubben-Moy x Arsenal!Reader

Summary: When you make the move to Arsenal, none of your teammates know that you and Lotte are dating. How long will it take them to figure it out?

A/n: Celebrating Lotte's birthday today, with my first Lotte fic :)

Masterlist | Woso masterlist | Words: 1.6k

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You had met Lotte when you were playing against England a little over a year ago. Her being a defender and you being a striker for the Netherlands, meant you had seen a lot of each other that match. When you got on your phone after the match, you had an Instagram notification that Lotte had followed you, you followed her back instantly and sent her a message.

y/n_y/l/n: Good game today :)

She messaged you back within a minute.

lottewubbenmoy: Same to you! 

The two of you had started texting back and forth every day since, eventually swapping numbers, to take the conversation off of Instagram. You still talked every day, and had called a couple of times as well.

The next time you had seen her was when you were both back in the UK, again playing against each other but this time she was playing for Arsenal and you were playing for Liverpool. The morning of the match, Lotte had texted you saying that she would be in Liverpool an extra day, and asked if you wanted to grab a bite to eat together. You set up plans with her, before you headed over to the station.

Even though that was the first time you had met each other in person outside of playing football, it felt like you had known each other forever, and it quickly became clear that it wasn’t just grabbing a bite as friends, but that it was a date. After dinner the two of you went on a stroll around Liverpool, and after you walked her back to the hotel where she would be staying that night, you kissed her good night. 

The next morning you had picked her up from the hotel, and the two of you had breakfast together, before Lotte had to head back to London. It was at breakfast where Lotte had asked you to be her girlfriend, to which you had excitedly said yes. 

It has been almost six months now since that day. The two of you had decided to keep your relationship private, at least for now. Not even your teammates knew you were dating each other. Lotte had shared with her teammates that she was in a relationship, since they were quick to notice that she seemed happier, and kept looking at her phone with a smile. She knew they would push until they had their way, so she had said that she was in a relationship but she never mentioned with whom. 

Your teammates were less observant, and didn’t have a clue of this change in your life. The bond you had with your teammates was strictly professional, while Lotte’s team was like family to her. You had heard similar stories from your national teammates Viv and Vic, who both played for the club as well. You wanted to play for a club like that, a club where you wouldn't just be teammates but you would also be friends. In your opinion that dynamic made you a better team. So, when Arsenal’s offer came your way, you were quick to discuss it with your girlfriend. Lotte was delighted to have you closer, and was also very happy for you, since she knew that you had been wanting to leave Liverpool for a bit now. 

The night before your first training session at Arsenal, you spent at Lotte’s place. “Since we’ll be playing for the same club now, do you want to tell the team about us?” You asked her when you were laying cuddled up in bed with her. “Maybe we should wait just a little bit, I want them to get to know you for you, and not as my girlfriend first.” You agreed with her thinking, wanting to make your first impressions with them without any preconceptions. 

Meeting the team had been great, and your first practice went smoothly. You felt at home instantly, as all the girls were very welcoming, and kind. You had asked Lotte if it was okay to wait with telling the team about the two of you until you had earned a spot in the line up, which Lotte didn’t mind at all. 

You had a few training sessions back at Colney before the team travelled to Portugal, and continued training there. Coincidentally you and Lotte were rooming together, so it was safe to say that one of the beds wasn’t used. 

It was a lot colder in Portugal than you had thought when you packed, so you didn’t bring any hoodies besides your Arsenal ones that were in the laundry at the moment. “Do you have a hoodie I can borrow?” Lotte told you to take whichever one you wanted. Your eye fell on her Carolina Tar Heels hoodie, and you decided to go for that one. 

The two of you thought you were hiding your relationship well, but when you walked downstairs for dinner, you had completely forgotten that you were wearing Lotte’s college hoodie. Alessia sat down next to you, “I didn’t know you went to UNC too.” She said with confusion laced in her voice. Sure you wouldn’t have been in the same year, but you were only a few years older, so she assumed she would have at least heard of you. You look at her confused, not realising why she would think you went to UNC. Alessia nods to your hoodie, that’s when you realised your mistake. “Oh, I forgot I was wearing this, I borrowed it from someone.” 

Alessia let it go, or so you thought. The fellow striker was smart, and knew that there was only one other teammate in Portugal that went to UNC. So, later in the day she took Lotte aside. “So, when were you going to tell me that you’re dating y/n?” The question takes Lotte by surprise. She didn’t mind hiding your relationship but it felt wrong to lie about it, especially to one of her childhood friends. So, she explains everything to Alessia. Alessia was happy for the both of you and let Lotte go again.

Lotte quickly made her way over to her room, hoping that you would be there, since she hadn’t seen you in the rest of the hotel. When she opened the door and realised that you were inside she immediately started talking, too worried herself to notice that you had previously been pacing the room. “Alessia knows about us, she asked me if it was you, and I couldn’t lie to her.” She is worried because you had specifically asked if you could wait until you had made the line-up, and she hadn’t kept that promise. You step forward and place your hands on her shoulders. “It’s okay, it was my fault that she found out. I was still wearing your UNC hoodie when I went to dinner, and she was asking me about it.” 

“So, you’re not mad?” You shake your head, “No, of course not. I do not mind people knowing about us, I just don’t want people to think I’m getting special treatment because I’m dating a long time Arsenal player.” Lotte had never questioned the reasoning behind your want to keep the relationship to yourselves for a bit longer, as she respected your wishes despite the reasoning. “You’ve shown the team how good you are in training, and I am sure that no one would ever think you’re getting special treatment because you’re dating me. We can continue to keep us private however long you want us too though, well private besides Alessia.” You thanked her for her understanding, before you asked for some cuddles in bed. 

A few weeks later when the lineup for the match against Watford was announced, you found yourself amongst the substitutes, and couldn’t be more proud. You were subbed in at the 72nd minute of the match for your Arsenal debut, and were able to add your first assist to your stats.

While you were celebrating the win in the locker room, you whispered in your girlfriend’s ear, “So, how do you want to tell the team?” She smiled, “I have an idea, can I tell them now?” You smile and nod. 

Lotte takes your hand and pulls you towards Alessia, where she takes her hand as well, pulling the both of you to the middle of the locker room. Everyone’s eyes were already on the three of you, so Lotte started. “I know the captain usually does a speech but before we do that I wanted to say a little something. Today y/n had her Arsenal debut, and assisted Alessia on a beautiful goal that got us the win.” The team started cheering, clapping, and whistling. “Oh, and one more thing. I know you’ve all been wanting to know who my girlfriend is.” She turns to you and puts an arm around your shoulder, to pull you into her side. “It’s y/n.” Your teammates are all very happy for you, and a few of them wolf whistle when you place a quick peck to your girlfriend’s lips. 

Now that your teammates knew, you both decided that you had hidden the relationship enough, so when your six month anniversary came along, you both posted something to launch your relationship to the world.

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Now that your relationship was out in the open, you were loving the moments you got to share outside of private spaces. Going on dates together, holding her hand whenever you wanted, kissing her in public. Even the little things were just so much easier now that the world around you knew.

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hi srry if you don't do requests but I have to ask cuz I love everything about your writing.

Can u write a fic where the mc is strictly monogamous but 141 are SO madly in love so they fight on who gets to be with her and it's causing actual problems between them?

Ignored this if u don't want to. Anyway stay slaying✨

Hey ☀️🩷 Ofc I take requests this is my first one tho, I hope you like It, and it's like you imagined because I always have like a little movie in my head when I write a scene and with requests. I don't know if my thoughts match with yours- performance anxiety lol. Still thank you for supporting me 🩷☀️

Fighting for you

TF 141 x Reader

You always had that one plan in your life: meet a nice guy, date for 2 years, marry him with the most extravagant wedding dress someone could imagine, and after that, you get three fat babies whom you will love and dote on.

The only problem was, as a nurse on a military base, you didn't meet guys capable of this lifestyle. You hated to see all these men trying to get in your pants while they were married.

"Why are you in the med again, Johnny?" You scolded him. Of course, you found the Scotsman funny and liked his daily visits, but still, having him here all the time felt like a lost puppy when you had work to do.

"Look, Bonnie, have a mean scratch, need stitches from ya."

"Is that so, Mr. MacTavish?"

"Yes, Bonnie, look." He showed you a scar on his biceps, and you sighed. You knew he was only coming for something else; no soldier went to the medical just because of a scratch. He started to flex his biceps.

"Johnny, that's barely anything."

"But ya always fix me good, lassie." He looked at you with puppy eyes, and you sighed, disinfecting his nonexistent wound. "Such a good caretaker, lass. Need to put a ring on ya before someone else does." You blushed at the thought of marrying someone like Johnny. He was handsome, funny, and super strong, but he was a flirt, probably flirting with every other nurse. Besides, you had a date today.

"Johnny, stop flirting. I have a date today."

"Just a date, lass. It's not like you'll marry him."

You stared at him with a dead glare. "For some people, dates are important, Johnny!"

"Who is it?"

"None of your business, and now leave," you scolded him, annoyed by his noisy behavior.

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"Who of you bastards broke the agreement?" Johnny started to scream at his teammates.

"What do you mean, Soap?" Kyle asked, confused.

"We agreed that no one can have her since she doesn’t want to share, so who of you tossers broke the agreement and goes on a date with her?"

"How do you even know that mate, if you didn’t break the agreement too?"

"I just needed her to take care of my injuries, Kyle."

"Bullshit, you barely got a scratch. Admit that you wanted to break off the agreement too. Admit it." Gaz barked, walking towards Soap to pick him up by his shirt.

"Enough of you, Muppets!"

"You broke the agreement, Captain, didn't ya? Telling us all about the agreement and then taking out my future wife."

"I didn't, and even if, she'd be more happy to become Mrs. Price than Mrs. MacTavish."

They were so close to fighting; everyone accused the other of taking you on that date. They remembered the first day they saw you; all of them were smitten. You were just too precious, full of love and excitement. Perfect hair, perfect body, everything about you was perfect for them. You could walk with your greasy messy bun, and they’d kneel for you, promising you’re the most beautiful woman on earth. After a while, they noticed how every one of them was smitten, how Johnny spent every minute in the infirmary, Ghost becoming your shadow, protecting you from every danger of the world without you even knowing, the Captain always treated you better than every other staff member, you had more off days, better shifts, and even better pay, and Kyle bringing you always your favorite coffee and a bunch of pastries when you overworked yourself again.

Johnny was the first one to ask the rest if they’d be open to a poly relationship. He was the most open about his sexuality, and having Simon and you was the perfect thing for him. Whether the reasons why they agreed to try to court you in this relationship, every one of them thought you only deserved the best, and that included being worshiped by four muscular men.

Unfortunately, your best friend, who noticed their goal while you still stayed in your naive bubble, popped their bubble, telling them to sod off. You weren’t made for this kind of relationship; you were jealous and liked the idea of monogamy way too much. You only wanted to have one husband. That's how the agreement started none of them will pursue you, and they will only start something with you if you approach them, no more flirting, favoritism, or looming over you.

Nonetheless, they gave a fuck about their agreement, behind closed doors still trying to court you in various different ways, but how could they not? You were perfect, and they were obsessed and way too much in love with you to let someone else have you.

"Where the fuck is Ghost?" Kyle asked, looking around for the scary man with the skull face mask.

"Fucking hell, he is her date."

"Sick bastard."

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Soap walked into Ghost's barracks, eager to scream at his best friend. He was the first to love you, so Ghost should not have gone on a date with you without telling him. The betrayal felt immaculate, his best friend with the love of his life.

"Aye, Lieutenant, heard you're going on a date with the lassie."

"Johnny, it just happened."

"No hard feelings, LT. Where are you taking her?"

"Alfredo's."

"Oh, okay."

Simon looked confused at Johnny. "What's wrong?"

"Take her to a better place a steakhouse or a fish restaurant. Give her a real meal, not something cheap. Lassies love this fancy shit."

"Thanks, mate."

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Your date with Ghost was okay. He was brooding over something, and as he insisted on ordering something for you as a surprise, despite you telling him no, he did it, wanting to be a posh bloke who knows what his lady wants. Soap said you liked this fancy shit and heavy meat and fish.

As you looked disgusted at the filet steak, trying not to be rude by saying you're a vegetarian, he lost it mentally, not with you but with his best friend, who betrayed him just for you. He'd do the same, of course, but it's still different, right?

The date went on way too cringy, Simon spent most of the time apologizing to you for the messed-up date, and you tried to reassure him that it was okay. When he brought you back home, he asked if he could stay the night, and you politely declined.

"Johnny, I'm going to rip your fucking head off."

"Aye, shit," Johnny screamed as he began to run.

"The date went shit, I guess?" Kyle asked, unfazed by all the screaming from the two men fighting. He acted as if he didn't let slip the information that she is vegetarian next to Johnny or told Price she liked roses after she told him for 20 minutes straight how they are overrated. The best part was no one even suspected him; he was calm about the situation, not trying to solve it with violence like Johnny and Simon. While the others played checkers, he played chess to get you.

"Yes, it was."

"I told you muppets, I'm the one who deserves her."

"Shut up, Price," Ghost scoffed.

"I think so too, Captain should have her. At least he treats her well," Kyle said with a boyish grin.

So the Captain asked you out on a date, and after some convincing, you agreed, making yourself ready and waiting for him in desperation. You looked great, hair curled, mascara applied, and in a dress that was classy but a bit sexy. You knew Price could be a guy for this, maybe a bit too old, but still, you could grow old with him, and maybe he would give you everything your innocent heart desires.

After waiting for an hour, you were sure he wouldn’t come. If only you had known that Ghost was faking an accident and Soap's promise to tell you about it, not to let the sweet angel wait for the Captain. Soap was already on the way to play the knight in shining armor, fully confident to finally sweep you off your feet and make you the future Mrs. MacTavish, his sweet little angel. Oh, how the boys would look to know that he got the heart of their sweetheart finally.

Too late.

"Hey, lovely, why are you sobbing? Do I need to punch someone for you?"

"It's embarrassing, Kyle."

"Tell me about it."

"Just had a bunch of weird dates. One wanted to only bed me, I guess, and the other stood me up," you sobbed, looking into Kyle's pretty face.

"Oh, love, you know that all these guys around the boys are head over heels fighting over you like wild animals."

"Never."

"They are, how couldn't they? You're perfect."

"You're a flirt, you know that."

"And you're too pretty to cry, you know that?" He winked at you, removing the tears from your beautiful eyes.

"You think so?"

"Mhm."

"Kyle," you asked him shyly, looking deep into his brown eyes.

"Yes?"

"Are you one of the boys who fight over me too?"

"Sure as hell, love!" He almost shouted, full of enthusiasm.

"You wouldn’t want what I want."

"And how do you know that?"

"I just want you, to know all, exclusive dating."

"Mhm, I'd give you that without a doubt, love. Just let me prove to you that I'm the right one for you, love." His hand slowly went to your face, caressing the soft skin that was still tinted by your mascara tears. "You have the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen." And when you looked at him with your doe eyes, he lost it, slowly pulling his rough lips on your soft ones, holding your head for dear life as if you could vanish any second. He was afraid he did something wrong, maybe scared you like a deer, but you didn't shy away; you pulled him closer, letting his lips intertwine with yours and slowly opening your mouth to let his tongue explore yours. It felt like a firework in your body; every fiber burned with pure passion as he kissed you. You didn't want to stop; you needed him as deeply as he longed for you.

"Fucking Garrick, I didn't think he’d win her over," Ghost murmured behind the wall, watching you with the others in jealousy as Kyle got their girl.

"He played us like fucking fools, telling us it's okay if we win her over," Price muttered, annoyed and kinda proud at his sneaky bastard.

"I'm more of a looker than fucking Gaz," Soap said, annoyed.

As happy as you were right now, all of the boys knew the fight for your heart wouldn’t stop until there was a ring on your finger.

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Distracted

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Word count: ~1.8k

Summary: Wanda and Y/n spend the night in a club

A/N: This came to mind while I was riding my peloton bike, idk why

Warnings: fluff, angst

Wanda tried to feign interest in the rather one-sided conversation she was having while she sipped on her drink and kept an eye on you. 

Tonight she was working which wasn’t abnormal, but it also happened to be one of the few times where you had accompanied her. She’d decided that it was acceptable for two reasons. One, she wasn’t expecting this meeting to be particularly dangerous, and two Bucky and Steve were both here as well.

They blended in well with the patrons at the night club that Wanda used as her meeting place. It was busy enough that not many, if any people took notice of her in the VIP area, and it wasn’t like it mattered much anyway. Wanda only really cared about keeping an eye on you. 

You had invited some friends out tonight, and you and your group of friends were enjoying the queer-artist inspired set. Although all of your friends were taken, Wanda had to remind herself multiple times not to get jealous when she caught one of them dancing closer to you than she deemed strictly necessary. 

“Do you agree, Ms. Maximoff?” 

The only sign that Wanda was caught off guard by the question was the subtle tightening of her fingers around her glass. She kept her expression neutral as she turned back to the woman across from her and nodded despite not having any idea what she was talking about. Last she remembered; they were reviewing notes for the meeting that should be starting any minute now.

She knew that she had to be more attentive for what came next. The woman she was talking to was visiting from the East Coast to discuss a supposedly mutually beneficial arrangement. Apparently, the sudden surge of competition Wanda found herself facing was due to a runaway wannabe drug lord. She knew she could probably handle it on her own, but when the leader of the most influential group of criminals in New York asked for an audience, she knew she shouldn’t say no.

That said, she wasn’t sure what Bianca Sullivan had to offer her, and if she’s even be able to match it. She realizes she should have paid more attention to her talking points than how you continued to dance with your friends, but it couldn’t be helped. She was only human after all, and you looked way too good in those shorts. 

The first sign that Bianca had arrived was the appearance of two of her guards setting up shop in the VIP area. When Wanda glanced toward the back entrance, she noted unfamiliar faces introducing themselves to her guards and then there she was. 

The brunette was exactly what she expected. She had a severe expression and gave off the impression that she didn’t take shit from anyone. Wanda could respect this and she found herself smiling slightly as she stood up to greet the woman she’d only spoken with once. She watched out of the corner of her eye as her assistant left to get a waiter’s attention. 

“Ms. Sullivan, welcome. I appreciate your willingness to meet here.” 

Wanda didn’t bother to say that she wouldn’t have met her anywhere else. This was her territory, and it was only polite for the brunette to meet her here since she had something she wanted after all. Luckily, she sensed that the woman who offered her a brief yet firm handshake had a formidable business sense. She merely nodded before she settled into the plush seat across from Wanda with an enviable amount of grace. 

“I appreciate you meeting with me at all, Ms. Maximoff. I know it’s a little unconventional.” 

Although it was unnecessary, Wanda offered a small nod before she glanced to the waiter who brought Wanda a new drink and asked Bianca for her order. She isn’t surprised in the least by the other woman’s order, but she keeps her opinion to herself. 

“I have to admit I’m intrigued. The group I’ve been dealing with has only grown since they first declared themselves a couple of weeks ago.” 

Wanda watches as the brunette scowls at the thought, but she doesn’t get a chance to ask for the reason. She’s surprised by how upfront the other mob boss is. She discloses that someone she believed to be her ally, betrayed her, attempted to murder her, but when she’d failed, she fled here. It seemed like a random choice, but Wanda’s realized that very little that happened in her line of work was random. 

It seems that she was right. 

“I’m surprised that she made it this far, but unfortunately, for you, she’s causing trouble.  I think I know how to handle her.” 

Wanda finishes up her drink listening to the woman’s proposition. It seems simple despite the inherent complications of having Bianca’s people operating in her territory for a minimum of three weeks while they work on cleansing her city. She understands why Bianca doesn’t ask her to do it. Simply watching her talk about her former friend is telling enough. She feels responsible for her, and she wants to be the one to take her down. 

“If you’re open to it, I’ll stay for as long as it takes to get rid of her.” 

A familiar song reaches Wanda’s ears and she has to force herself to ignore it as she considers the cons of such an arrangement. She knows that the other woman isn’t here to stay and steal her business, but her presence is going to cause confusion and maybe even panic. She’ll have to spread the word that they have a new ally. 

After almost a minute of deliberation, Wanda nods and sits up in her chair so she can set her glass down on the table between them. 

“I don’t see why not. We’ll work out the arrangements and make sure my people don’t get in the way of yours.” 

Bianca finally cracks a smile and Wanda is in the process of returning it when her gaze moves to over the brunette’s shoulder. 

Baby don’t you like this beat? I made it so you’d sleep with me. 

The way you dance to these words gives Wanda pause and she knows that the woman across from her notices. Still, she recovers quickly and tries to scrub the way your hips move against your friend’s from her brain. At least for now. 

“Have you made hotel arrangements yet? I can offer a few suggestions if not.” 

Bianca politely declines her offer with another genuine smile that Wanda feels is reserved for very few. 

“Thank you, Ms. Maximoff, but my fiancée has already taken care of it.”

Wanda nods and the pair continue to talk logistics until Wanda’s distracted again a few minutes later. She plans on wrapping things up quickly so she can join you. Or maybe drag you from the dancefloor and into the nearest dark corner. 

After arrangements are made to meet again tomorrow and talk strategy, Wanda decides to cut this meeting short. She sees Bianca’s gaze drift over her shoulder once again toward where her guards are, and she wonders who just arrived. 

“Well, I won’t keep you any longer. I look forward to speaking with you again, Ms. Sullivan.”

Bianca nods and they both stand at the same time, their minds already on something else entirely. 

“You as well, and thank you for your hospitality, Ms. Maximoff.” 

Wanda barely notices her leaving the way she came as she makes eye contact with you. You’re smiling at her, and as soon as you realize you have her attention you take advantage of it. Wanda watches your mouth move, and you raise an arm and motion her toward you. 

Baby, why don’t you come over?

Wanda doesn’t hear you say the words, but they still have their desired effect. She abandons the VIP area for the bustling dancefloor nearly running into half a dozen people on her way to you. She notices none of them and they seem to scatter the closer she gets to you. You’re still smiling and dancing as she reaches out for you, and she barely notices how your friends have discreetly turned away and formed a barrier between you and everyone else.

“It’s about time, Wands. I’ve been trying to use my feminine wiles to summon you for ages.” 

Wanda rolls her eyes at your exaggerated tone before she pulls you closer by the hips with a huff. She takes a moment to admire the way you move as the beat of the song picks up. She tightens her hold on you when she remembers that you’ve been dancing like this without her for almost an hour. 

She leans in so she doesn’t have to shout, and she smiles as you wrap your arms around her neck. 

“I’m lucky that I’m the only one you summoned dancing like that.” 

She hears you laugh and she pulls away to see you smiling mischievously before shrugging seemingly unconcerned. 

“What can I say? Your meeting was taking too long.” 

Wanda rolls her eyes again before she leans in to kiss you like she’s been wanting to all night. She pulls you flush against her and allows herself to pretend that it’s just the two of you. Even if it’s only for a few minutes. 

Bianca smiles as she embraces her fiancée with a tired groan. It’s past 2am their time, and she’s exhausted, but at least she’s accomplished something. She’s glad that Wanda is amenable to their alliance because now she’s one step closer to ending things once and for all. 

Maria puts an arm around her shoulders and shoots her a knowing look. She’s suddenly so relieved that her fiancée was willing to make this trip with her. Forget the fact she may not be in New York again for weeks. She always felt more settled when the redhead was around. 

“Is it time to call it a night?” 

Bianca considers having another drink with her fiancée, but it’s loud and she’s practically dead on her feet. So instead of cozying up here, she decides that the hotel that Maria booked will be more than sufficient. 

“I think so. It’s been a long day.” 

Maria smiles as she guides the taller woman down a dimly lit hallway toward the back of the club where they’d parked. She ignores the normal shadows that follow them everywhere and considers how she can help her future wife decompress. 

“Agreed. I think a hot bath and a massage would be a perfect way to end this day, hmm?” 

Bianca smiles brightly as she follows Maria out into the parking lot. She pauses just long enough to plant a kiss on her lips, much to the chagrin of her bodyguards, before nodding in agreement. 

“I couldn’t agree more.”

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Gorgeous (next part) Description: Y/n is a famous fashion designer that has been invited to the LV show and meets Jude Jude x Reader

“Y/n look over here.”

 “Y/n who- “

“Y/n you look stunning.”

I zip my head back and forth, trying to keep up with the flashes. I am attending my first fashion show back after a long break from Fashion. I couldn’t be more nervous.

 “Y/n walk this way” my assistant directs me to a spot on the carpet where I will be getting interviewed.

“So, Y/n, how does it feel to be only freshly 20 years old and such a huge part of the fashion industry.” The reporter asks me. I don’t bother to learn any reporters’ names. All they do is spread lies and feed off what I say.

“It is such an amazing opportunity. If you would have told me I would have this much on an impact 2 years ago, I would have thought you were crazy.” I fake laugh. Every interview they ask the same questions and I give the same answers.

“Well with your 10-month break, do you ave anything planed that is happening soon?” the reporter asks, trying to get info out of me.

“Nope. I have been trying to focus on myself and well-being” I say sincerely. This break has been heaven for me. I have finally got a full night sleep for the first time in 2 years. Being in the industry too young can really drain a person.

“Well, any new boo to talk about. I have heard you and Mason Mount have been getting close.” The reporter pushes as she tries to get her next biggest headline out of me.

“No.” I laugh. “No new ‘boo’ to talk about. I am strictly single and have been for a long time. Mason and I are strictly friends and have been for the past year.” I say as I try to leave.

“It was so nice talking to you” I say as I turn around and leave. I don’t care if that was rude.

My assistant leads to me where I would be sitting. I sit down in my seat; she hands me my phone so I can kill time. I’m not a big social person, I have maybe a couple of friends and my family. That’s all I need in life.

In the corner I see two people walking up to me. When I think they are about to start talking to me they sit down and get situated in their seats. I Look to my left and see this gorgeous man sitting next to me.

He is wearing a LV matching outfit with no shirt underneath and a strange looking bandana with it. It doesn’t match that well, but I don’t have the heart to tell him.

He must have felt me staring at him, so he turned to look in my direction.

“Hello, I’m Jude and this is my brother Jobe.” He says while pointing to his brother and waving. Who I assume to be Jobe waves his hand.

“Nice to meet you” he says.

“Likewise,” I say while returning to my phone. I just blew my opportunity at meeting new people. Great. They problem think I’m super rude.

As I am looking at my phone, I feel someone tap my head. I look up and see one of my friends, Lewis.

Lewis and I became friends during the Monaco grand prix last year’s right before I took a break.

“Lewis” I get up to hug him. He hugs back.

“Y/n, I missed you girl” he says “How have you been” he rubs my shoulders.

“Good- Just trying to survive” I tell him while laughing.

He looks to my left and his eyes light up.

“Oh my days, It’s Jude Bellingham” he says while going for a bro hug.

 “Lewis Hamilton, so nice to meet you finally.” Jude says while receiving the hug.

“You know him” I say to Lewis. Not trying to be rude.

“Duh, he’s England’s golden boy of course I know him” Lewis says to me as I just look in shock. I totally thought he was just some random person.

“Sorry for being rude earlier, I’m not good in social situations” I say sincerely.

“It’s alright love, I understand” Jude says, making me swoon. No one has ever called me Love Like that. I don’t know how to feel.

We chat together for a while before Lewis must leave to get back to his seat. The show starts and I am admiring and taking notes in my head.

The show ends and we all give a standing ovation.

“I forgot to tell you “Jude leans down to my ear.

“You look gorgeous love” Jude says while smiling at me.

“And you look very handsome” I say while looking up at him. Even in heels he still towers over me.

“Could I get your number” he asks while pulling out his phone to hand it to me.

I put my number in and gave it back to him.

“I’ll text you when I get back to my hotel” he says while going for a kiss on my cheek.

I lean into the kiss and give him a hug. Not caring about the mass amount of cameras that are capturing this moment.

“I’ll be waiting.”

Hummusxx’ Corner

As soon as i saw this picture i ran to my computer. Oh my lord . Something just happened to me and my body. 😍😍 Their might be lots of mistakes because i wrote this maybe like in 20 minutes which is so fast for me 💀💀 I hoped y’all enjoyed this though 🤭

[its-time-to-write]

Jamie tartt friends with benefits would be very fun! I love how you write Jamie it’s so so incredibly lovely

I wrote this bc I’m mad about old men trying to tell me how to do my job.

soft hands hit the jagged ground

It starts off as a joke, really. 

You’re both at the same party and arguing about who’s the better kisser, when suddenly your lips are on Jamie’s and neither of you are quite sure who made the first move. 

You don’t talk much, just enough to say that this competition extends to other physical activities and to order a car, so a few hours later you collapse exhausted on the bed in your flat. 

“Fuck,” Jamie gasps. 

“Fuck,” you agree. 

“We’ve got to do this again sometime,” he says, hand on his stomach as he stares up at the ceiling. 

“Give me ten minutes,” you reply. “Can’t let my twenties go to waste now, can I?”

So yeah, it’s like a thing. 

It’s not a romantic thing, that’s for sure.

It’s a “we just won a match” thing, or a “I had a shit day at work” thing, or “I need to blow off steam and can’t be bothered to pick up a stranger at the club” thing. 

No, romance does not factor in. This is strictly a friendship-type deal. 

It’s great, because neither of you actually has time for a relationship, and hookups are so hit or miss. And besides, you’ve never been extremely thrilled at the idea of some random person knowing where you live. And Jamie’s a little worried that someone will try to steal his jerseys. 

(Not worried enough, apparently, because you manage to make off with one from his Man City days.)

You both swore that neither of you would catch feelings and maybe that would have been true except for the evening Jamie called you and said, “Can I come over?” in a voice you’ve never heard before. 

You’ve barely hung up the phone when he’s knocking at your door, dressed in a suit and actual dress shoes, not trainers, hands leaving your body only for a moment to shut the door and turn the lock. 

He kisses you like he’s got all the time in the world, all slow and hungry.

He touches you almost like you’re someone else, and you’d think it’s strange except you can’t think of anything other than the fact that his body is pressed against yours and he’s holding you like it means something. 

You don’t say anything until you’re walking back to your room wrapped in a towel, water bottles in hand. 

“What was that about?” you ask, handing him his water. 

Jamie barely lifts his head. He decides not to play dumb, to be a little bit truthful. He’s not sure why, maybe because he’s still coming down and his brain doesn’t work proper. 

“Me and the lads were at a funeral today. For Ms. Welton’s dad. Made me feel all fuckin’… strange and shit. Dunno.” He takes a sip of his water and you settle in the bed next to him. 

You nod and say, “Makes sense.” It does. Funerals are fucking strange. The last one you went to had you feeling weird for a month so yeah, you get it. 

You’re both silent for a while longer when Jamie blurts out, “I told Keeley I still loved her,” and then you’re silent again, but it’s a different kind of quiet. The kind where you can practically hear the words oh shit hanging in the air. 

A couple things click into place where they probably shouldn’t, and so you take your cues from Jamie and say what’s on your mind as you blurt out, “Is that who you were thinking of?”

Jamie goes completely still, which is also strange because he’s never still. Always tapping or shifting around or something. 

“Right,” you say, far too brightly. It’s fine, after all. “I understand. Yeah, no, makes sense.”

You’re not sure what else to say after that so you kind of just sit there and wait for Jamie to move again. He does, sits up enough to grab his knickers from where he dropped them off the side of your bed, slide them on, and say, “Better get going. It’s getting late.”

“Yeah,” you say halfheartedly, suddenly very, very tired. It’s doesn’t escape your notice that Jamie doesn’t meet your eyes the entire time he collects his clothes and heads out the door. 

You manage to get up and fish a new pair of underwear from one drawer and a sleep shirt from another, and it’s not until you’re back in your bed that you realize it’s Jamie’s 51 kit. 

But you’re too tired to get up and change so you just leave it and pass out. 

—

You wake up the next morning with way too many emotions to consider, so you let yourself buy a coffee from the shop instead of making one at home. You get an extra shot of espresso to block out the great big warning bells firing in your head. 

You’re not-so-blissfully unaware of the fact that Jamie’s on the other side of town having a similar morning. One that involves going to Nelson Road early to sneak in some extra cardio so he can work off whatever feelings still linger from last night. 

For a brief moment, he considers going to Dr. Sharon. But no, there’s no need for that because it’s all straightforward, innit? He’s a little fucked from the funeral and telling Keeley he loves her, and all he needs is one more good fuck and then it’s all out of his system. 

Except whenever he thinks about your face of all body parts, his chest gets all squeezy. And worse. 

So maybe it’s not so straightforward. 

He does fucking love Keeley, right? He’d take a bullet for her, and he misses talking to her every day. He scrunches up his face and imagines kissing her, nothing too wild, and it doesn’t make his chest tighten. 

That’s a good thing. 

Right?

—

By the time you get home from work, you’ve decided that it’s fine. It’s weird that he was thinking about someone else, but it doesn’t mean anything. Honestly, you two are just messing around until one of you decides to get into a relationship. So yeah, it’s all good. It’s not like you’d date him anyway. 

You’ve been pushing away thoughts like that for years, you’re not about to let them surface now. 

—

Jamie does not particularly want to talk to Dr. Sharon about this. He wants to talk to Keeley, except last time he tried that she walked him all the way to the therapist’s office and left him there. 

He thinks maybe Ted would be good, except he’s not sure Ted would know how to deal with Jamie’s whole “friends with benefits” situation. 

Beard probably would, except his relationship with Jane is one step away from psychotic, so Jamie thinks that he’ll talk to Sam because Sam is smart and probably won’t judge him. 

It works out, actually, because he’s going over to Sam’s for a sleepover since they have an out-of-town match the next day, and need to be up early. Jamie hates waking up early so Sam promised to make sure he wouldn’t press the snooze button on his alarm. 

So yeah, now he’s in Sam’s car (a fucking Tesla, all eco-friendly and shit) and they’re talking about training and brand deals and Jamie asks if Sam’s got a girl, but Sam just blushes and says I don’t know, not anymore before turning the question on Jamie. 

Jamie sighs and puts his face in his hands. “Let’s wait till we ain’t in your fucking car, yeah? It’s too fucking long to say here.”

Sam obliges and just turns up the radio for next eight minutes it takes to get to his house. 

Jamie hauls his bag into Sam’s flat and down on the guest room floor before taking a deep fucking breath. 

Right. He can do this. 

He makes his way to the kitchen where Sam’s pulling something out of a crock pot and Jamie is a little envious of his ability to cook so well for himself. 

Sam is oblivious to Jamie’s internal monologue as he says, “Alright, this girl. Tell me about her.”’

Jamie takes another breath and then the words just come spilling out. 

“I’ve known her since we were fucking…fifteen or some shit and like, we’ve always been friends. But lately it’s been like, what’s the word, friends with benefits? Where we have sex but aren’t dating. It’s been alright, mostly, except yesterday I told Keeley I loved her and things got all fucked up in me head.”

“How so?” Sam prods encouragingly. 

“It’s like…” Jamie pauses. What is it like? “Thinking about kissing Keeley didn’t make me all tingly or nothing. Dunno, felt- wrong. But I think of her face-” he groans. “Shit, man, me heart started pounding like mad. I’ve seen her naked, and it’s her face that gets me. I mean, what the fuck is that?”

Sam’s face is doing some weird contortionist movement, trying to hide his expression, so Jamie says, “Fucking hell man, spit it out before you break something,” and Sam says, 

“I don’t think you love Keeley.”

That makes Jamie mad. Of course he loves Keeley. He’d do anything for Keeley. 

Sam must see it written in his face because he hurries on. “I don’t mean that you don’t have love for her. I mean that you do not seem to love her romantically. It would seem to me you like this other girl.”

Well shit. That’s exactly what Jamie was afraid of. Leave it to Sam to get to the heart of the problem in five minutes, only this leaves him with another problem:

He’s spent the last nine years pretending like he had only friendly feelings toward you. Innocent, like. 

He can’t let all that pretending go to waste now. 

—

You don’t see each other for a week which is fine, because you had decided way beforehand not to meet up until the next weekend. You were finishing a major project at work and he was wrapping up a killer week at training. Hence, Friday night was the night to blow off all that steam.

You’ve successfully squashed any feelings for Jamie. They’re gone, buried deep down once again and you will not let them come back up.

And yet, you’ve put on a pink set under your shirt and sweat shorts, with a little more makeup than you’d gone to work with. Maybe the whole Keeley thing is lingering in your head a little more than you thought.

Whatever. Doesn’t matter.

You grab your keys and head out the door to Jamie’s house.

—

Jamie’s already texted you to let you know the door’s open, so you slip in and turn the lock behind you. The foyer is lit with a dim glow from upstairs.

“Jamie?” you call softly, “You here?”

There’s no response, so you pad up the stairs, stopping only to drop your keys on top of the table in the hall.

“Jamie?”  you say again, peering into his bedroom. Ah. So that’s where the light’s coming from. 

Jamie jumps from where he’s been bending over a candle. “Shit, you scared me. Didn’t hear you fucking come in.”

You smile tentatively, unsure what to say. Jamie shakes out the match and crosses over to the ensuite to drop it into the sink. He comes back out again and dips you into a kiss.

He says, “Nice shirt,” with his lips still against yours, and it’s only then that you remember you’ve put on his old kit, the one you stole the second time you went home with him.

You grin and kiss him again, waiting to be on your own two feet again so you can slide a hand under his sweatshirt. Neither of you have worn anything particularly amazing because it’s what’s underneath that counts, isn’t it?

Jamie’s thinking something similar because he starts backing you up to the bed as you fumble to slip shirts over heads and pants down on the floor. He traces an appreciative palm over a pink flower appliqué, and then you push the last traces of doubt as he hooks a finger under your waistband.

—

“What’s with all the candles?” you ask, when it’s dark enough to be considered nighttime but the clock says it’s technically morning.

“Setting the mood,” Jamie replies, voice gravely and just a little bit raw.

“Hmm,” you say. “Glad you didn’t burn the house down.”

Jamie’s been pressing kisses up your bare arm and you can feel him grin at that. “Psh. I’m an adult now. I’m fuckin’ responsible.”

“Sure,” you chuckle, then shiver as Jamie’s mouth has found its way to a spot behind your ear. “You ready to go again?”

“No,” Jamie replies between kisses, “What makes you think that?”

“Just a hunch,” you say as you roll on top of him. You trace his lower lip with your thumb, and he takes that opportunity to his it. And to run his knuckles up your sides.

“Fucker,” you hiss. “That tickles.”

He smirks, a real one, with his eyes all heavy-lidded and the barest hint of his teeth gleaming in the candlelight. 

“Yeah?” he whispers. “What about this? Does this tickle?”

He actually fucking dances his fingertips up your sides as you gasp and try to get off of him. He’s not having it, because he rolls you over and continues tickling you as if you hadn’t just been fucking fifteen minutes ago. 

You’re laughing and half-heartedly pushing at him and it’s so ridiculous that you stop trying to get him away and instead press as much of your skin against his as you can. 

He’s whispering in your ear, a combination of crude jokes and compliments, the kind that makes a blush bloom from your chest all the way to the tips of your ears.

God fucking damn it, he’s going to be the death of you, but you can’t make yourself stop smiling.

He’s still murmuring in your ear and he’s saying something about how fucking gorgeous you look, how fucking beautiful you’d look on the side of the pitch with his number on or as his date to some event and how everyone would be jealous because you’re so fucking hot, but you belong with him and he’s the one who gets to see you last thing at night and first thing in the morning.

It’s so utterly ridiculous.

He’s only saying it because he’s so far gone.

It’s so. Utterly. Ridiculous.

“Jamie, we can’t date,” you say between giggles.

He pauses to ask “Why not?” and the remnants of your laughter die in your throat. Oh shit. One good look at his face tells you he’s not joking. 

“Jamie,” you say again, this time more seriously, “Jamie, we really can’t date. That’s not how this works. You’re supposed to date a model or an actress or something, and I’m supposed to date, like, an accountant. Or a lawyer.”

“Why?” Jamie asks, accent thick as it’s ever been. 

“Because,” you reply. “I’m not really the trophy-girlfriend type. And… we’ve been friends pretty much forever. It’d mess everything up when we break up.” He’s still on top of you, propping himself up on his elbows so he can see your face. You want to point out that this is a conversation that probably requires clothing, but you don’t actually want that so you stay silent.

“What if we didn’t break up?” he suggests. 

You bark out a short laugh. “It doesn’t work like that. You can’t just choose not to break up.”

“Can,” he responds.

“Can’t,” you counter. 

“Don’t be Roy Kent,” he says.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” you reply. “And anyway, I’m way sexier than him. And less scratchy.”

“You fucking like when I tell you what to do,” he says. 

You make a face. “I like it when it’s sexy. This is not sexy. This is sad and stupid, and we promised we wouldn’t have this conversation.”

“You promised,” Jamie reminds you. “I just didn’t disagree.”

He’s not wrong.

“Fine,” you say, pushing him a little so he’ll get off you. 

You sit up and wrap the sheets around your chest, pulling your knees close. “You told me less than a week ago that you were still in love with Keeley, and now you want me to date you? I love you, but you��re just getting your wires crossed because we’re having sex.”

Jamie shoots up, mouth open and you realize what you just said. 

“Shit, not like that, I mean as a friend, not- not as- I don’t know, I didn’t mean to say that,” you stutter out.

“I love Keeley as a friend,” Jamie says. “Talked to Sam about it, and he says I don’t know how to tell the difference between a friend and fucking romance. He said I’m fucking in love with you, not her, and he’s fucking right.”

You’d say that sounds like the dumbest thing you’ve ever heard, except you’ve known Jamie for nine years and yeah, that sounds like something he’d do.

“Right,” you say slowly, “and you just now started feeling this way?”

He hesitates before deciding fuck it. “Nah. I think- I’ve been pretending like I didn’t since we were like, fuckin’ sixteen, probably. Didn’t want to screw it up though, did I?”

You shake your head before saying, “No, I guess not.”

“And anyway, us being together is that different from what we do now,” he continues. “Dating just means we can like, hold hands.”

You laugh and ask, “Is that the only thing that’s going to change?” but you can feel your resolve softening. Jamie can feel it too.

“Nah,” he says, feeling confident to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “I can tell you that I love you. And kiss you just because. And get me mum off my back about never making a move on you.”

You say, “Hmm,” as if you’re considering it, but he knows you’ve already made your decision by the way you reach for him with both hands with a smile beginning to bloom across your face.

[livlaughloveluke]

Hey!! Can u write a story inspired by “Snow on the beach” with Taylor and Lana ofc bc they r the music industry. Love ya!!

𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡- 𝐞.𝐥

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: when you and ethan fall for each other, a new feeling that only can be described as snow on the beach emerges

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: none

𝐚/𝐧: i love lana and taylor so yk i had to fill this request! if you requested something earlier, i am working on it now! also this should be gender neutral, but its my first time writing for a gn reader so I might have messed up! 💗💕

you walked down the dimly lit street with your friends, while having an amazing time. however, something inside you still felt empty. you wanted someone you love you the way you had loved others. you had a couple partners in the past years, but most were hookup buddies or toxic, if we’re being honest.

unbeknownst to you, across the empty street, was a man who had been craving love, the same way you did. he walked behind his friends, who were in seemingly perfect relationships. his roommate chad was laughing with tara, while mindy was holding hands with anika. sam was absent from their meetup, probably with her boyfriend, danny.

as fate would have it, the two strangers would see each other again in the near future.

tara and you had met through a shared class, and quickly became good friends. one friday, during study period, she invited you to a frat party that she was attending with her friends later that night. you agreed, and soon you were laughing your asses off, half drunk, while walking to the house it was hosted at. 

chad had seen you around campus, and your kind-hearted personality and gorgeous looks made him think you and ethan were a perfect match. once he heard you were showing up to the party with tara, he knew he had to set you and ethan up. 

the two boys waited for you and tara’s arrival. chad had told ethan about you, and ethan immediately recognized your name. you were extremely intelligent, and he had plenty of classes with you. he doubted that you would even look his direction, but chad begged to differ. he spent the next few minutes hyping ethan up, until you arrived.

tara looked around the crowded rooms of the building, searching for her boyfriend. once she spotted him, she grabbed your wrist and dragged you with her. the house was filled with drunk, sweaty college students, and the aroma made you gag. 

“chad!” tara exclaimed, letting go of your hand to enthusiastically hug him. “this is my friend y/n!” 

you look at the boys, and are immediately caught off guard by the taller ones beauty. you quickly introduce yourself to them, before meeting eyes with ethan.

“ethan, right? i think we have econ together.” you say, eagerly awaiting his response. he was surprised you knew his name, let alone recognized him. 

“uh, yeah! i’m pretty sure i’ve seen you around the school before.” he nervously responds, fidgeting with his hands. 

“mhm! if im being honest, I literally have no clue what we’re doing in that class.” you reply, trying to start a conversation. chad and tara look at each other with a smile, knowing you and the boy would be getting along well.

“oh, i could totally help! not to flex, but im pretty good at econ. i could help tutor you or something, i mean maybe if you wanted to.” he offers, and you smile and agree. you exchange numbers and begin studying together every tuesday and thursday. 

after a few weeks of strictly schoolwork, you start to hang out together more, as friends instead of tutor and tutuee. it started off as going out with the group, but you slowly began spending one on one time with each other.

you were currently having your first sleepover together, as friends of course. you and him were attempting to make homemade cookies, and lets just say it wasn’t going well. 

“eth, how much sugar did you pour into the batter…?” you ask, noticing the extreme sweetness while tasting.

“I don’t know, like four cups? thats what you told me.” he continues mixing, unaware of the situation.

“ethan!! i said two cups you dipshit!!” you say, now laughing at his silly mistake.

“what?! you did not!! i mean, it cant taste that bad, right?” he dips his finger in the sugary substance, and immediately regrets tasting it. he starts laughing too, to the point of tears. it really wasn’t that funny, but seeing you laugh just made him fill with joy.

truth was, he was falling for you. and he had a sneaky suspicion that you felt the same. however, this state of your relationship was heavenly, and he wouldn’t dare to ruin anything by attaching a label. 

he had never fallen in love with a person who truly loved him back, so this was very new to him. it was an ethereal experience, and he lacked the words to describe it.

if he had to however, he would compare it to snow on the beach. god it was weird, and yet somehow so beautiful. it was like watching a romantic movie, and he was the star. 

little did he know, soon you would start dating, and this unique feeling would never go away. in other words, the snow on the beach never seemed to melt.

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[jobrolion]

𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔

mista x gn!reader

summary | you first met mista when he came to the bakery you worked at, and almost every monday after he would entertain you while you were on the clock.

notes | fluff and some kissing, reader is referenced to be inexperienced

wc | 1819

****

Mista came to the bakery you worked at almost every Monday after his first visit a year ago. And he always ordered the same thing. A cappuccino and a cornetto pastry with jam filling, the day he asked you out it was strawberry.

The door chimed and you locked eyes with him as he closed the door behind himself. He breathed in the air that smelled of flour and yeast, sugar and spices, and he tried to catch yours too, to no avail. 

“Good morning, Mista. How are you?” It was always a genuine question and you always got a genuine answer. You were already getting his order together, moving to the side to make his drink.

“Much better now that I’m here. Slow morning?” 

“A little, the rain is keeping people away. Not you, thankfully.” You smiled brightly at him, “The jam flavor today is strawberry, but you could always switch it up and get a custard or chocolate?”

“Nice try.” He tsked your name, sitting on the stool by the counter facing you. Nobody else was in the bakery so he could keep you to himself for the time being.

After sliding him his coffee and pastry, you leaned on the counter, sipping your drink as he started on his.

“Excuse me if I’m overstepping a boundary here, but where’d you get the bruise under your eye? Are you ok?”

“I’m fine now. Just one of the perks of being a mafioso.”

You paused, staring at him for a moment before letting out an undignified snort.

“Be serious, Mista.” You said between laughs. “If you don’t want to tell me that’s ok.”

“Gotta keep the mystery.”

“I guess so.” For as long as he’d been coming in he’d been enigmatic, this was part of the appeal.

For an hour you both talked, never a lull in conversation, before the rain stopped and customers started pouring in. 

“Until we meet again.” He bowed with an exaggerated wink.

“See you, Mista.” You curtsied in return, waving him off. 

When you got off of work you went straight into your errands. Your day off was tomorrow and you wanted it to be strictly for leisure. 

After visiting the post office you took your time at the grocery store. As your job you baked pastries and breads, but your true passion lies with cooking. So you browsed ingredients and brainstormed new recipes to experiment with. 

You had your eye on the freshly made pasta and the display of mushrooms. They were practically begging to be taken home. A cream based sauce would do nicely with them and the herbs you grew in your garden and the spices you kept in your cabinet. 

You made conversation with the cashier as they rang you out. You left for your car once they were done and what you owed was paid. 

Before you could start the ignition you saw a shadow and heard a knock on your window. Clear as day, Guido Mista was there outside your car, waiting with a grin. You exited your car and matched his enthusiasm. 

“Small world, huh?”

Mista laughed, a little nervously and stared for a moment before…

“I just uh- I have something to ask you. It’s been slowly eating away at me, but I’ve never been able to ask you because it feels wrong to while you’re working and I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything. And I will never show up to the bakery ever again if you ask me to so don’t hesitate to tell me off or-”

“What are you trying to get at?” Patience is a virtue, but the man in front of you was struggling.

“Would you want to maybe get dinner with me sometime?” He was actually wringing his fingers. This man would shamelessly flirt with you every time he came into your work and here he was sweating over asking you out.

“Like a date?”

“Exactly like a date.” 

“I’d really like that, Mista. Are you free tomorrow night?”

It was a date. He chose the location and picked you up at 7 the next day. But before that, you fretted over what to wear and how you were going to act. This was not going to be the same as all those Monday mornings he’d spend at your bakery. You tried to calm down, it’s just Mista, the funny, flirty guy who entertains you while you’re on the clock. But it’s also Mista, the man you’d been crushing on for over half a year now who made your cheeks hot to the touch and your heart flutter.

When he picked you up, he knocked on your door, a single rose in his hand and a blush across his cheeks. You smiled as he gave it to you.

“Watch there's a thorn right there.”

You looked and sure enough there was a thorn where you were about to place your hand. “Where did you get this, Mista?”

“That’s top secret.”

“I’m flattered that you’d steal a rose for me, touching really.”

His cheeks flushed a darker shade of red and stayed that way as he took your hand. 

“Where are you taking me?”

“The Libeccio. It’s a favorite of mine. The food is to die for.” 

“I pass it on my way to work, I’m excited to try it!”

When you arrived, you were seated in a candle lit corner by a darkened window. It was obvious to you that this was planned and that warmed your heart.

After you ordered you noticed a group of young men who kept glancing over and looking away quickly, talking hushedly amongst themselves. 

“Mista, don’t look now, but those guys over there keep looking at us.”

He did look, and immediately a panic washed over his face. 

“What’s wrong? Do you know them?”

“Ah so this is embarrassing. They’re my friends.” He simplified it. “They kind of didn’t believe that you said yes. I didn’t think they’d actually show up. I’m really sorry.”

“Some friends, huh?”

Mista laughed nervously, “Yeah, something like that.”

Truth was, the rest of Bucciarati’s team knew of his infatuation with you, but not only did they doubt the date, but they also doubted your existence. So apparently, they had taken it upon themselves to settle the matter by spying on Mista.

“Should we ignore them?”

A sharp nod was your answer, so the two of you averted your eyes for the rest of the meal. He did assure you later that they meant well and were excited for him, despite them not believing him fully.

The date went as well as it could have, disregarding that minor incident. And before you knew it, you were already back on your doorstep.

“I’m glad you asked me out, Mista. I was too afraid to.” You confessed. 

“Really? What about me is so frightening?” He looked over himself, faux concern painting his features which made you laugh, making him drop the act, smiling.

Mista then took your hand in his and leaned in, leaving a soft kiss on your cheek. As he pulled away, you guided his face towards yours and kissed his lips. You swore you short circuited, having never felt a spark like this with anyone before. After a moment, you hesitantly pulled away.

“Will I see you Monday?” You said breathlessly.

“Without a doubt.”

Two more Monday’s came and went before Mista asked you for a second date. This time you were on your feet all day, exploring the city, stopping occasionally for a break, once at a cafe and once at a fountain, and many times to steal kisses from each other. You wished you could fit more hours in a day, never would you want this one to end.

After dinner at a hole in the wall restaurant Mista asked if you wanted to come back to his place for a while. 

You were hesitant. Before him you had barely ever kissed anybody, and you had never gone back to anyone's house for anything, ever.

But you trusted Mista and you wanted to spend more time with him, so you said yes.

His apartment was small and simple, a stark contrast to his personality, but it somehow suited him. It was comfortable with ambient lighting and a neutral color pallet. He offered you a glass of water which you accepted. Standing by his kitchen counter you smiled, thanking him for the time you spent together.

“I should be the one thanking you, I haven't had a day this nice in too long ” 

Eventually you both migrated to his couch, sitting closer than you really had to. After a few more short remarks about the day, he leaned in, pressing a short kiss to your cheek. 

“Kiss me here, Mista.” You pointed to your lips, eyes piercing his.

He complied, kissing you fully and passionately, hands finding their way to your face, holding you sweetly. 

It could have been a minute or an hour that you sat there worshiping each other's lips. But then he placed a hand on your waist and a groan escaped him, taking you by surprise, you pulled back.

“Shit, my bad. I don't want to cross any lines here.”

“It's ok.” You laughed nervously. “It’s just that I’ve never gone any further than this with anyone. I don’t know if I want that tonight.”

“Then we take this at your pace, alright?” Your heart filled with adoration, all anxieties washing away with a single sentence. 

“Is more of this ok?”

“Take the lead.”

After a while, you startled when you noticed the time. You hated to go, but you had to open the bakery the next day. 

“I’ll see you Monday?”

“You'll see me sooner.”

Mista drove you home. Even after this, it was like nothing changed. You could still talk endlessly and being with him just felt natural. A year of Mondays brought the two of you closer week by week until now when you swore you were already in love.

He kissed you at your doorstep and watched as you closed the door behind you. And when he was sure you couldn’t see him he pumped his fist in the air and headed back to his car. But you did see him and now you were certain you were in love.

As you opened the bakery early the next morning you lamented another rainy day. The gray sky a sharp contrast to your sunny disposition. A dreary middle of the week Wednesday promised little to no customers which meant you got to spend the day alone. 

When you finished your opening tasks, you sat with a drink and waited. Fixing the displays and cleaning could only keep you occupied for so long.

As you took the last sip, the door chimed and you turned your head to see Mista greeting you with a wave and a smile.

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title reference

from the morning - nick drake

[tobiasdrake]

Dragon Ball Daima, episode 5. Time to meet the new girl for realsies.

For like forty years.

Goku's leaving out information that's extremely relevant to the new girl's question. The reason he has the skills of a middle-aged martial arts master is because that is literally what he is.

We're still going to the castle? I thought we turned around to go chase the Dragon Ball instead. Maybe I misunderstood.

Gloom n' Doom was trying to leave her behind but we all know who the real star is, and he accepts bribes in exchange for friendship.

He also accepts friendship without bribes. He's just nice. But he's not gonna turn down some onigiri if you're offering.

We have a name! Between Glorio and Panzy, it seems the denizens of Daimakai have flowers for their name pun theme.

(Goku, you named your son after rice. You have no room to talk.)

Not sure if the exchange over whose name is weirder is meant to be a parallel to Goku's first meeting with Bulma. Very rarely do the punny names get called out as funny in-universe.

They're going the "Everyone has their own unique superpower" route for the Majin, I see. And Panzy's is....

Telekinesis.

We've seen telekinesis a few times. Chiaotzu and Guldo are the most prolific telekinetic characters. But they're also...

Like. They both kinda fall into the category of "Characters who got exactly one fight and then fucked off or died." We've never had a character who was important to the plot and had abilities centered around psychic powers.

I hope that's about to change but Dragon Ball is notoriously terrible with its female characters so I'm not taking anything for granted.

Panzy is completely ruining Glorio's vibe as our solemn guide to the demonic lands and he can die mad about it. XD

Weird thing to have a character say before cutting to a montage of everyone pleasantly sightseeing with no trouble whatsoever while happy fun-time music plays in the background.

The front gate is HUNGRY OM NOM NOM NOM

Is....

...is the plan to raise Baby Dende like an ordinary child over the course of many years so that he imprints on Gomah and comes to see this castle and its occupants as his home and family?

Is that what we're doing here?

(Wouldn't he still have his memories? Goku and the others do.)

Oh, she is definitely like the king's daughter or something. There's a reason she happens to know the most convenient way to and from the castle. Glorio needs to learn how to read a room.

You know, I really thought they were gonna tease that out a bit longer.

She's got her own distinct style to her but she's definitely a bootleg copy of Bulma. Child genius female super-mechanic who attaches herself to Goku after seeing how powerful he is and happens to be the daughter of the most rich and powerful family in the region. There's visibly a lot of Bulma in her character DNA.

Even her logo on the front of her shirt often looks like a C because of the stuff covering it.

Which is kinda making me start to wonder if Glorio is a bootleg copy of Future Trunks. Grim and serious demeanor, showing up out of nowhere in a magical fantasy vehicle, leaning on a weapon but also being able to fight without it, that jacket... Huh.

HAHAHA NO

Goku, sure, but Kaioshin is one whole Fuck No in the realm of fighting Majin Buu. It is thoroughly established that he'd be up shit creek without a paddle in a straight fight with Buu.

...

In fact, so is Goku. The only form of Buu that Goku has ever been a match for is Fat Buu. And that is strictly hypothetical, based on Goku's impression of Buu versus how strong Super Saiyan 3 is supposed to be..

Strictly hypothetically, his Super Saiyan 3 could waste Pure Buu too. We all saw how well that worked out.

"Wait but wasn't Goku holding back so Vegeta could have a turn?"

Common misconception but no. Vegeta accuses Goku of that, but Goku was sincerely giving Buu his all and getting wrecked. Super Saiyan 3 is the only form Goku has that can match Buu on paper, but Super Saiyan 3's drawbacks prevent it from being able to match Buu in practice.

So. Uh. No. There is not a single person in this room that can cash the check that Glorio's stupid mouth has written. Not counting sequel series that haven't taken place yet at this point in the timeline, the only time Goku has ever been on Buu's level was when he had Vegeta to fuse with.

Seems legit. I like the cut of his jib. We should definitely make him king.

He commodifies women as bargaining chips to be bought and sold by their fathers. I don't like the cut of his job. We should not make him king.

Goku proving himself by fighting all the royal guards at once is a fun fight, well animated, and nicely paced. But I particularly enjoyed this moment.

Goku transforming to Super Saiyan not to actually go Super Saiyan but just to use the burst of ki that comes from it as a radial attack to blow the goons away. Weaponizing the power-up itself.

Some real "Shazam hits his opponent with the transformation lightning bolt" energy going on here.

...

I legit thought this guy was going to, like, reveal some sort of power that lets him teleport directly to Earth and then bring back Vegeta, Bulma, and Piccolo in a snap.

I'm looking forward to having Panzy on the team. Especially when Bulma gets here. I can't wait for Bulma to meet Discount Bulma.

[lucywrites02]

The game of cat and spider chapter 2: Nice running into you!

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Miguel O'hara x black cat! Reader (gender neutral)

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

A/N: Here we are with another chapter! This bad boy *slaps the fic* can fit more than 3k words in it. This chapter is about them meeting as normal people UWU. It includes: Miguel in a compression shirt, a cat who terrorises your apartment and coffee. <3. *swings a pocket watch right in front of your eyes* "If you see any grammar mistakes... no you didn't xoxo

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Series Summary: You are a criminal and he's a hero. You don't know each other's names, never seen the person behind the mask. You aren't enemies- you are supposed to be but that didn't work out quite well. You liked each other a bit too much, but your relationship was strictly…. Professional? What happens if you meet as normal people, with no masks and responsibilities in your way? What did the universe plan for you? And most importantly…. Will it last?

Miguel woke up to the silence of his apartment. The very first sun rays of that day shone through the curtains the man forgot to close last night. The golden hues embraced his tired face, making the man squeeze his eyes and groan.

The rest of his room was engulfed in darkness, just like Miguel liked it. The walls were painted the same shade of blue one could see in the clouds right before it started raining. He didn't have many things in his bedroom- just a queen sized bed covered with black satin sheets and a small nightstand table with an electric clock on it. Not even a lamp. O'hara only used this room for sleeping so he didn't have many things in there. He would only sleep in his own bed if he didn't fall asleep in his lab. Or collapsed on the couch after a long day. Some nights he didn't sleep at all. That's why he didn't see a point in decorating the place.

Miguel sat up, placing his feet on the cold wooden floor. The numbers on the clock read 6:30 AM and the man knew he wouldn't get any more sleep. He stood up, adjusting his white sleeping shirt and slowly walked to the opened window that he also forgot to close last night.

Thankfully no one would even think of breaking into his apartment since it's located on the 10th floor. He pushed the heavy grey curtains away, letting more light inside and just stood there for a while, looking at the city below him. Even though it was early in the morning he could see the crowds of people on the streets. He could hear the sound of cars speeding down the highway. Sometimes Miguel liked to make up stories about those people and their lives. Maybe the couple eating breakfast outside that little bakery just got married and decided to spend their honeymoon in Nueva York. What if that taxi driver that almost didn't stop at the red light is secretly a famous poetry writer?

Miguel knew those stories were stupid and didn't make any sense whatsoever, but it was the only thing to get his mind off of his… loneliness. It never worked because watching people living their lives and being happy only made him feel even more alone.

He ran his hands through his messy brown hair and decided that he needed a better distraction. A good jog could probably make things better. There was a park 20 minutes away from his home that he liked to visit- a secluded area on the west side right by the river. It was one of his favourite spots in this neighbourhood. Miguel didn't even bother to eat breakfast or make coffee- he just took a quick shower, put on his dark red sweatpants, black compression shirt and a hoodie that matched his pants. Ever since he became the spider-man he invested in some good noise cancelling headphones because his heightened senses couldn't handle the constant stimulation that the outside world provided. He took them with him every time he left home- as a civilian, not a hero. Miguel wasn't in the mood for music so the only thing playing through the headphones in his ears was some white noise.

He shrugged and decided that it was good enough for now. The last thing he needed were his sunglasses- he would surely get a migraine if he got out in this sun with no protection against the light. He had a favourite pair that he took everywhere with him- ordinary wayfarers with tinted glass. They looked exactly like his regular reading glasses and Miguel loved them. The man sighed heavily when he couldn't find them and put on his black baseball cap instead. He has to start putting his things in places he can find them again, but that seemed like a problem for later.

"LYLA, I'm going out. Turn on the security."

The man called, not bothering to hear the robotic response of his digital assistant and closed the door behind him. He waited for the silent 'click' to make sure LYLA did what he asked. The artificial intelligence he created was in the testing phase and he still had to supervise it. It was a simple AI- Miguel gave it his vocal command and it did the job. So far the system has been running great, but there was still something missing, Miguel just couldn't figure out what. The AI was supposed to be his assistant, but Miguel felt weird when he talked to it and expected to have an actual conversation only to be met with silence. His social skills weren't the best and he knew it was stupid to even think that way, but he really wanted this AI- his creation- to be human enough to speak with him like a normal person. He wasn't sure how he could accomplish it. Maybe he would get some good ideas after his little workout. Now that he thought of it he cringed, knowing he was so desperate for social interactions he made an AI he could talk to. Even though the system wasn't that well developed yet.

He jogged at a slower pace down the road leading to the main area of the park. The mornings were getting more chilly as the seasons were changing. The trees were still green- it would take a few more weeks for them to adapt to different weather and turn different colours- and it actually made Miguel smile a bit. He wasn't a fan of fall. It was rainy and depressing. And he knew that winter came after fall which meant spending another holiday alone. Which caused more depression, of course. But now wasn't the time to think about the future.

Miguel jogged to the secluded area of the park and started running faster. It was almost a sprint as if the velocity of his steps could make the thoughts in his head disappear. It didn't.

What did make his thoughts stop racing however, was someone's body colliding with his broad frame.

Your day couldn't have started better. That statement was purely sarcastic of course because you woke up to the sound of a ceramic pot crushing into the tiled floor of your kitchen. You immediately jumped out of your bed, forgetting about the ache in your thigh and headed to the source of all that noise. The pieces of soil and terracotta were scattered across the room and you wanted to just lay down in all that dirt and cry. Your cat however was sitting down on the highest shelf in your kitchen - meant only for your poison ivies -looking pretty pleased with herself.

"I hope it was worth it because you just lost your snack privileges." You scolded your furry companion as you cleaned the floor. You took one of the biggest mugs you had and put the remaining of your plant in it. "She won't hurt you again, I promise." You spoke to the plant and gently caressed the leaves. The mug would have to suffice until you get a new pot. After throwing out all of that dirt to the trash and mopping the floor you finally took a glance at the clock hanging on your wall and groaned. It was barely 6 AM and you were already on your feet.

Well, you couldn't go back to sleep now. You weren't tired anymore. It would help if you had something to make you busy, but there was literally nothing to do. Your dishes were washed and your laundry folded. The cat has been fed and her litter box cleaned. You always did those chores at night so that your morning would be more enjoyable. But now you were yearning for some tasks.

You pushed the white curtains in your kitchen to the side, letting the morning sun into your apartment. The sticker you put on your window created beautiful rainbow areolas on the sage green tiles on your wall. You loved mornings like this even if they started on a more chaotic note. You went through your routine like always- it was your day off so you settled on more comfortable clothes. Sweatpants and hoodie was the best combination for a lazy day. Your wound didn't hurt as much as it did last night and it made moving around easier than you thought.

You spent months making your apartment feel like home and it really did feel like it. But in moments like this- sitting on the balcony all alone and looking at the people on the streets with a deep longing for some sort of connection- you felt lonely. You had Migsy who was more than happy to keep you company, but he wasn't a human being who could give you a hug after a long day at work or kiss you goodnight. You were desperate for a genuine and meaningful human connection.

People you called friends were actually just your co-workers or people you regularly interact with at the grocery store- people who had their own family and real friends to come back to after a long day at work. You gave up on dating a long time ago and the only person who made your heart skip a beat was a guy in a red-blue latex suit whose job was to send your ass to jail. It was fun to flirt with him- especially ever since he actually started to flirt back- but you knew it wasn't…. Real. It wasn't someone who would want a relationship with you. How would that even work? You always felt more confident behind your mask. But the person you were while wearing your costume wasn't really you. It was a character you created to make your life easier and if someone liked the black cat they would be so disappointed when they realise who has been hiding behind that mask. So if the spider-man harboured any sort of affection for the black cat, he wouldn't have the same feeling for the real you. That's why you would never take this 'relationship' seriously. You liked the flirting, but that was it. Because he wouldn't…

Your thoughts were entertaining a dangerous territory and you had to find a good distraction. You couldn't stay at home- this apartment even though it was your little sanctuary, reminded you of how alone you actually were.

Hmm, since your thigh wasn't hurting too much, maybe you could go on a quick walk to your favourite bakery in the park nearby. You could get breakfast there and maybe buy some flowers for yourself on your way back. Yeah…that sounded like a plan.

You made sure to pack some things into your little backpack before you went out- just the essentials like your wallet, the keys to your apartment and a sketchbook you always took with you. You styled your hair a bit before you left to look less messy and smiled when you were satisfied with the outcome.

"I'm going out, Migsy." You gave your cat a little kiss on the forehead before you put on your headphones. "Please don't terrorise any more plants while I'm gone" Your little angel meowed at you in response which made you giggle.

You left your apartment complex and chose a fitting playlist. You picked up your pace to match the beat of the song and headed to the park. There was a path along the river on the west side that was perfect for morning walks. There was a small coffee shop around the corner that you had to stop by before you could continue your little journey. You could smell the freshly brewed beverages from a mile and you knew your day would be bad if you didn't stop by to get a drink. Coffee was like a nectar for your soul and you couldn't deprive yourself of this small happiness.

The baristas behind the counter knew you and your order very well since you were one of the regulars so they started preparing your favourite drink the moment you stepped inside. They didn't try to start a conversation with you and it only evoked a deeper feeling of loneliness. Even though you interacted with those people plenty of times you still weren't worthy enough for them to even try and make some small talk. Maybe you were overthinking the interaction too much- they did smile at you when they saw you walk in and even waved at you. But you just couldn't help yourself and had to analyse every move of their muscles to make sure they didn't secretly hate you. You left the shop as soon as they handed you your order, trying to calm down. You hated when that happened- when the anxiety overwhelmed you so much you couldn't think properly.

You didn't even notice when you entered the main area of the park, too focused on your coffee and the music playing through your headphones. And you surely didn't notice a stranger running in your direction.

"I am so sorry!" Miguel quickly apologised, ripping his headphones off his ears. "Are you okay?" He looked down at the person sitting on the ground right before him. He felt so stupid for running into you and if you paid enough attention you could see how red his cheeks have turned.

You looked up at the stranger and groaned in pain. You were thankful that the coffee wasn't hot because you would have to add burns to the list of your injuries. The drink ended up all over your clothes and you had to try your hardest not to cry in front of a stranger this handsome. Wait-

"I should have paid more attention, I am really really sorry." The man kept apologising. Miguel's face was burning with embarrassment. He felt so bad for bumping into you and he knew it probably hurt a lot- colliding with all those muscles of his surely wasn't the best experience.

"I'm good." You smiled awkwardly, readjusting your wet hoodie that stuck to your skin. Miguel gave you his hand to help you up. "It's okay, I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have been thinking about so many things at once..."

Miguel's brown eyes finally met your gaze and the man thought about something bizarre. Your face seemed familiar, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He had the feeling he had met you before, but he wasn't sure, and it was driving him crazy. However, he shook his head and pushed the thought aside. Millions of people lived in the city and it was actually very possible that he had seen you before and simply forgot about it. But if that was the case why did he feel like there was something more to you than meets the eye?

"Are you okay though?" You asked, looking down at the coffee stains on your clothes. It will be a pain in the ass to clean later.

"Yeah, I'm fine." He gave you a small smile. "Are you sure you're okay? I kinda feel like you might have gotten hurt, it felt like a pretty harsh fall… and I'm sorry about the coffee, too…" He looked concerned as he looked at your face for a second, before looking elsewhere- anywhere but your eyes- as he scratched his neck.

Miguel could have sworn he has seen you before. Or maybe he didn't. But if you truly were a stranger how could he explain that weird feeling deep inside him. Or maybe you were just so pretty his brain had to somehow rationalise this foreign attraction towards you. Aaagh, he should stop making a fool of himself and stop overthinking this interaction!

"It hurts a bit, but I will be fine." You replied. The man standing before you was much taller and - you hated yourself for thinking about the person you just met that way- very very handsome. Which only made you even more embarrassed once you realise how you must have looked. "I can always get another coffee later so don't worry about that."

"I…i-i w-" The stranger stuttered, fiddling with his fingers as he spoke. He took a deep breath before he continued. "I feel bad for bumping into you. Could I maybe… make it up to you somehow?" Miguel's heart was beating against his chest like a hammer as he was stumbling on his own words. "I could buy you another coffee." He proposed and cringed, thinking he sounded desperate. "If that's fine with you, of course…."

He wasn't sure what took over him because he knew he wouldn't ever do something like that for any other person. He would probably just apologise again and run in the other direction, hoping he will never have to see that person ever again.

"I don't think I want another coffee right now" You giggled in response. "But thank you for the proposal, Mr…"

"Oh, it's Miguel." The man mumbled, giving you his hand to shake.

You introduced yourself as well and chuckled. "It was nice running into you." You joked and cringed internally. But the stranger- Miguel- actually laughed. Not giggled, laughed.

He let go of your hand to cover his mouth and cleared his throat, trying to hide his smile.

"So, you were going for a morning jog, too huh? Where were you heading, if you don't mind me asking?" The man spoke. He really wanted this little interaction to last longer.

"Yeah, I wanted to relax a bit and decided to take a walk. I was heading to the bakery down the street" You explained. "I didn't expect to be swept off my feet like that though." You felt comfortable talking with Miguel. It's as if the two of you knew each other already.

"I am really sorry about that." Miguel repeated. "If there's anything I can do to make it up to you…"

"You could give me your number" You suggested and mentally slapped yourself. You had no idea where this confidence came from and you started to get nervous. "So that you can take me ou- BUY me another coffee." You continued your mumbling and chucking awkwardly. "Because you spilled mine." Definitely not because you wanted to see him again.

Miguel smirked down at you and took out his phone. He didn't want to admit it, but he was as excited as he was nervous. The one time he decided to go out he bumped into some stranger, making them fall down, spilled that person's coffee all over them and then somehow managed to get their number? Migiel wasn't sure what he did to be this lucky, but he certainly wasn't complaining.

He handed you his phone with his number on the screen, so that you could type it into your own. You saved his contact as 'the guy who owes me a coffee'. Miguel saw that and chuckled again.

"I sent you a text so that you can have my number as well." You cleared your throat and inhaled deeply when you noticed how close the two of you were standing. "I guess I will see you around, Miguel."

"I guess you will." He saved your number in his contacts before he showed his phone into the pocket of his pants. "It was nice bumping into you. And I hope the other people will pay more attention to the road than I did." He scratched his neck and took a step back to create more space between you. "Wouldn't want you to spend any more time falling down." Miguel winked at you and slowly jogged away, not waiting for your response.

He made sure that he was out of your view before he stopped to slap his forehead. He still felt bad for running into you, but thankfully, he didn't feel any awkwardness like he did in the beginning. But for the love of God, why did he have to wink at you?

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[rambosgirl]

Request from @redviper321: Could you write a Rambo x Reader, where they both are old friends. {But write a bit on how they meet -> They both meet, a bit of enemies to friends; like they both hate each other at first but had to work together in a mission (a random mission) and they both set aside their differences and soon became friends after.} Now into the First Movie (First Blood) you know the scene where Rambo is mistreated when Hope Sheriff Will Teasle brings in Rambo into the station; also put in that a random cop had also found the Reader is like the same way as Rambo. You can continue the rest from here; this is just an idea that came to me because I now start to watch Rambo Movies. I might make more request for the other movies later on. Also sorry if this request is so long.

Don't even worry about it, I love requests! Sorry it took so long!

Warnings: Galt sexually harassing/being creepy toward reader, Teasle being insufferable as per usual (they both pissed me off but I was the one writing their lines oopsie)

Enemies in Arms

Your trouble with John Rambo started when you first crossed paths on a covert operation in hostile territory. You were both highly skilled, him as a soldier, and you as a medic, so naturally, your commanding officers selected you for the mission. You soon found that your assigned partner was unorthodox and often reckless in his methods, while you strictly adhered to protocol. Rambo found that part of you irritating, the fact that you couldn't stray from the rules even when it meant the mission would go better. Your differences quickly led to a mutual disdain for each other, and the mission was almost jeopardized by both of your constant bickering with each other.

The argument swiftly ended when the pair was ambushed by enemy forces. Despite your differences you were forced to fight side by side in a moment of desperation and survival. During the heat of battle, you saw each other's strengths and weaknesses complimented each other like puzzle pieces, making you and him an effective team. Your rigidity for rules often kept you both safe, while his risk taking behavior often led to victory.

By the time the mission ended successfully, your mutual respect for each other blossomed into friendship.

Keeping in touch proved difficult during the war, but after it ended and you both returned to the States, you would send letters sporadically. Rambo never seemed to have a permanent address, but you settled down in a little cabin in Liggett County, Washington, just beyond a small town called Hope.

You avoided going into town because based on your past experiences, the people there weren't too friendly with people like you. You tried to live off the land, but at a point, you couldn't get everything you needed from your garden or hunting.

You were at that point right now.

Your garden had vegetables this morning, but the wild bunnies must have gotten to them first, as you saw a freshly dug hole going under your garden fence line. So after a few moments of grumbling, you got ready to go into town to get food for dinner.

Once there, you went straight to the local grocery store. The sun was already starting to go down, so you had to hurry. You got what you needed, went to the checkout line, and bought your groceries without having to socialize.

You made it out just after the sun dipped behind the buildings, casting long shadows in a reddish glow. It was still light enough to make your way back, just barely.

You started down the sidewalk at a fast pace but didn't make it too far before someone pulled up beside you in a car. Casting a glance at them you saw it wasn't just any car. It was a police car.

'Great,' you thought, 'Just what I need right now.' You rolled your eyes before putting on your most charming smile and turning to the man in the patrol car. He had lighter hair with a matching mustache lining his upturned lips. You were about to ask him if anything was wrong, but as you opened your mouth, he spoke.

"Where are you headed to in such a hurry miss?" He had an accent you couldn't place, but it made your skin crawl.

"Home," you answered short but polite. The last thing you needed was a cop pissed at you.

"Well then, why don't I give you a ride, it is getting late," he said, looking you up and down, his eyes lingering too long for your comfort. You might have said yes to someone else, but this man was giving you a bad feeling.

"It's too late for a pretty little thing like you to be walking home without company."

Nope, he was just plain creepy.

"Thank you for the offer, but I enjoy the walk and can handle myself."

You started walking, but the officer turned his lights and sirens on and pulled forward, keeping up with you. This drew the attention of a few townspeople walking nearby. Your anxiety spiked when he got out in front of you. You knew you could handle yourself if it really came down to a fight, but you wanted to keep your innocent reputation in the town, which meant not picking fights with the police.

He towered over you, a frown deepening on his face. "I really suggest you take my offer," he threatened. You thought about cutting your losses and getting in the car, but you determined your dignity was worth more than whatever he was trying to do.

"And if I don't?" you questioned.

"Well, then I suppose instead of taking you home I'll take you to the station," he said matter-of-factly, a sick smile on his face.

You scoffed at the proposal. "You can't do that, I've done nothing wrong."

"It's my word against yours," he started, "As far as I'm concerned, those groceries in your hands were stolen."

You scoffed at his words. "You can't do this, it's wro-"

"I can do what I want," he hissed, "And now that I'm tired of waiting for you, turn around and put your hands behind your back."

"And if I don't?"

"Well then, I guess I get an excuse to do it forcefully," he said, winking.

You felt sick. You learned that fighting back wouldn't get you anywhere, and you did not want to give him the sick joy of forcing you into his handcuffs, so you reluctantly turned around, sighing as he cuffed you.

Next thing you knew, you were shoved in his backseat on the way to the police station. By the time you reached the station, the sun had dipped below the horizon. Inside, the atmosphere was even darker than the night outside. You were led past the front desk, barely exchanging a word with the officer there, who gave a small nod as they processed you into the system.

They eventually got you into a holding cell to spend the night before your trial in the morning. You sat on the 'bed', feeling overwhelmed, hungry, exhausted, and haunted by the officer's threats. You tried not to show your unease as he was still watching you from across the room, stealing glances as if testing your limits.

You would have called him out for it if you weren't so hungry. Your physical exhaustion took out any fight you had in you. It was now around 10pm, your dinner groceries long forgotten in some evidence bin. You tried to quiet your stomach's growls, but it wasn't working too well. You decided to turn your thoughts to something other than food to save yourself the anguish.

You were deep in thought when a young redhead officer came up to your cell, a plate of food in his hands. You looked up at him as he approached, searching his expression for any ill intent toward you.

"I heard your stomach growling from across the bullpen," he said with a small, awkward smile. He slid the plate through the food slot in the door. "I figured you hadn’t had dinner yet."

You tilted your head looking at him, trying to figure him out.

"I know it's not your groceries, but it's better than what we would normally give to... prisoners," he hesitated on the last word as if to find a more accurate description of you.

"You don't act like the other officers," you stated, moving towards him and the food you so desperately needed.

He shifted his feet, looking down. "If I'm being honest, I don't think Arthur should have brought you here. He is wrong for that," he said, looking back up at you.

Your gaze met his. For the first time tonight, you saw someone who wasn’t trying to intimidate or manipulate you. There was a sincerity in Mitch’s eyes, a sense that he understood the injustice of your situation.

The moment was cut short when Arthur called for Mitch from across the bullpen, eyeing the two of you suspiciously. You turned around in your cell with the food, beginning to eat as you sat back down.

The rest of the night felt slow. The sounds of the busy bullpen quieted down, officers switching shifts and the sound of footsteps few and far between. Sleep eventually caught up with you, your eyes refusing to stay open, clashing with the need to stay alert. The cot in the cell was uncomfortable but better than nothing.

You woke up slowly, light pouring in through a tiny, barred window high up on the wall of your cell. You sat up, your body aching from every movement.

The station was already buzzing with activity, with officers and deputies walking around and filling out paperwork. Your eyes landed on a clock on the other side of the room. From where you were, you could tell it was somewhere around 11: 40. Man, you slept in.

You scanned the room for Mitch, eventually finding him at the front desk, talking to a mom and a kid. You wanted to get his attention to ask how much longer you would be here, but you didn't want to draw unwanted attention from Galt.

Galt. Your eyes zipped over the bullpen to locate your biggest threat, which you found at a desk just past the front receptionist. He had headphones in, distracted by his work.

Good. As long as he wasn't bothering you.

The ambiance stayed the same as more time passed, but you became restless. You hated just sitting here, waiting for someone to say you could go home.

Every now and then, Mitch would glance your way, but his attention would always go back to the mother, who seemed to be distressed.

You elected to close your eyes again, sitting against the wall. The noise of the station became white noise, droning on and eventually zoning out as you felt your drowsiness take over yet again.

Just before sleep reclaimed you, a loud voice broke the threshold that kept the chatter as 'white noise'.

"Buzz us in, will ya?"

You opened your eyes to find the source of your annoyance, seeing a larger officer coming in past the front desk, pushing in a disheveled man.

You sucked in a breath as the pair got closer and you could see the man's face. It was John.

Before you could think, you were already standing, your hands gripping the bars of your cell, desperately trying to get closer to John.

Your movement caught Mitch's attention. He glanced between the two of you, putting the pieces together that you knew each other somehow.

You focused back on John. His hair was longer than you remembered, but you were certain it was him. Your eyes followed him as he was taken across the station and eventually handed off to Mitch, who took him down a staircase that sat behind a heavy, locked door.

Your heart raced as the door closed, cutting you off from seeing your old friend. You didn't know what to do next. John was here. Arrested.

You had to find out why. You had to talk to him.

Mitch eventually came back to the bullpen with dog tags. John's dog tags.

You got his attention while the tags were being processed by a lady sitting at a computer. Mitch walked up to you, asking if you needed anything.

"That man, why is he here?" you asked.

"You know him, don't you?" Mitch half whispered back, his eyes darting around for anyone listening in. You nodded.

"Apparently for vagrancy and resisting arrest, but this isn't the first time Teasle brought in a veteran for that same reason," he replied.

"So his arrest was unjust too?"

"I can't say for sure yet," he replied apologetically before being called back by the lady processing the tags. He started to turn, but you called to him again.

"Mitch."

He turned to face you again, prompting you to continue. "This is going to end badly."

He looked at you solemnly before heading to the processing lady.

You knew what John was capable of, now you just had to wait for the inevitable to happen and hope John notices you when it does.

[bigfan-fanfic]

Like the Real Cowboys Do (Male!Reader x Benny Lafitte x Dean Winchester)

Requested by @capturingthecountryside

Dean smirked into the mirror, checking himself out for the fifth or sixth time since getting into the cowboy getup.

The black cowboy hat sitting low on his brow, the sinfully tight black Wrangler jeans tucked into black cowboy boots, held up with a matching black belt, and his button up shirt still hanging open - he feels like a sexy outlaw or something.

Which is the whole point.

Because, while he usually enjoys the medieval themed LARPs Charlie Bradbury takes him to, she's scouted him out a western one this time.

And what's better, you and Benny Lafitte will be there - Benny began dating you after you helped out his business, and had been inseparable ever since.

And Dean had started to develop a crush on you both when he met you and saw your relationship.

You've mentioned before to Benny about how Dean is always just a little too interested in your life together, always wanting to see you both, and considered the possibility that he might want to be a part of your relationship.

Benny didn't mind too much, but said you should let Dean come to that conclusion and act on it yourself... unless an unavoidably good opportunity presented itself.

Dean knows none of this, and so, he accepted a ride from you both to the LARP grounds, deciding if he can't work up the courage, he'll just have to use his body to seduce you. Hence the graphically tight jeans and slightly-higher-than-strictly-necessary-shut-up-Sammy boots.

Benny sometimes enjoys surprising Dean, so when Dean walks to his kitchen and sees Benny there, he's somewhat surprised but not too much.

"Wow, Dean. Couldn't be bothered to button up?" you tease.

Benny chuckles before Dean can respond. "Real cowboys didn't go around all exposed like that."

Dean rolls his eyes. "Oh really, old timer? Why don't you give me a rundown?"

Benny has him on the ground instantly, taking advantage of Dean's lack of suspicion to wrestle him neatly to the floor, holding him down by the back of the neck like a scolded puppy.

"You're under arrest." Benny drawls, his Cajun accent moving west and a little south and ending up somewhere on the Texas-Arizona border. "Hand me that rope, would ya, darlin?" he smirks at you.

"Aw, come on! Unfair!" Dean whines, but he doesn't bother to struggle against Benny's adamant grip. Benny has him hogtied in under a minute, his wrists bound together and stretched back to meet his ankles, which are crossed, tied, and pulled tight back up towards his wrists.

It's a testament to Dean's own athletic ability that he can withstand his back being bowed so far that his legs and chest lift up off the floor at the strict hogtie.

"Yeah, we knew how to get a man trussed up back then." Benny winks, watching Dean finally start to writhe, though mainly ineffectually. "But we had one more step..."

Dean growls as Benny pulls his own bandana off, flicking out the tails, and tying a knot in the center of it before pulling it between Dean's teeth.

He can still talk after Benny ties it firmly in place, but his speech is thoroughly garbled.

Benny winks at you as he picks Dean up and holds him over his shoulder, his hand resting on Dean's rear, supposedly to stabilize him but clearly with an ulterior motive.

"Another thing about cowboys was that they didn't care too much about traditional ways of doin things. So why don't you and I keep this here outlaw for a while and see if he enjoys being... kept?" He smirks, and you can see Dean's head move as his eyes widen in interest.

"Sounds like a plan, Benny." you smirk, reaching up to kiss him. "But you gotta teach me how to do that with the ropes."

"Sure thing." he winks, patting Dean's ass, making the hunter yelp. "We got our own outlaw practice dummy right here."

And with that, Benny carries Dean outside, and you consider that this LARP just got a whole lot more fun.

[crushculture03]

Masterlist

💋 = smut ❤️ = fluff 🖤 = angst

Sam Winchester

Series

About you ❤️🖤💋 : (Ongoing) Valerie Singer and Sam Winchester first met when they were 16, it was an instant match but soon sam had to go and the letters stopped coming. Years later they unknowingly reunite at a college halloween party, here is their story.

Matty Healy

Series

Happiness 💋❤️🖤 (complete) : Julie Foreman has worked at dirty hit for 2 years now, finally she gets the chance to work and go on tour with her favorite band. When she finally meets the band her and matty instantly hit it off and sparks fly but will their love blossom or end up in flames...

Teachers Assistant ❤️🖤💋(ongoing) : You’re a senior in college just hoping to get through the year with no hiccups , but the universe has others plans when you put in Professor Healys class. When you unexpectedly volunteer yourself to be his T.A. you find your relationship with him becoming more than professional…

Imagines

Mirror picture 💋 : Matty posts a mirror picture and you can’t help but want him

Lollapalooza ❤️ : Matty surprises you onstage at your lolla set

Teacher’s Assistant 💋 : You’re Professor Healy’s T.A and one day when you go to his office you hear him moaning your name.

Teachers Assistant Pt.2 💋❤️: Your now boyfriend Matty, has had a stressful two weeks and it’s up to you to help him out.

Teacher’s Assistant Pt 3 💋❤️ : At an end of the term party that both you and matty attend, you catch someone flirting with him and retaliate, which causes matty to get jealous…

6 months later 🖤❤️ : You and matty broke up 6 months ago but you’ve been hiding a secret from him and he finds out when he spots you shopping.

Hot and Heavy 💋 : You watch matty during consumption and can’t wait to see him back stage

First time 💋❤️ : Matty takes your virginity

Night In shining armor 🖤❤️ : You’re a princess who falls in love with your fathers head knight, the one problem is that your love is strictly forbidden

Night in shining armor AU 🖤💋❤️ : Your father, the king, is a cruel man forcing you into a loveless marriage. But soon you meet his head knight and fall madly in love even though your love is strictly forbidden and can have dire consequences.

Tour baby! ❤️ : you find out you’re pregnant while on tour with the 1975.

Family Christmas ❤️💋 : You go over to Mattys childhood home for Christmas, and finally get to meet his family. And also mess around a bit in his old bedroom

Be my baby ❤️ : You go into labor with your and mattys first child.

Bad idea right? 💋🖤 : Months after your break up, you see him again, this time with a new girl on his arm. You go against your better judgment and let him talk to you and one thing leads to another

I’ve got you babe ❤️ : You were in a toxic relationship before matty, and one day you start your period and accidentally bleed onto his sheets and are scared his going to get mad just like your ex.

Vinnie Hacker

Oh Baby! ❤️ : You find out you’re pregnant while vinnie is in Paris for fashion week.

No Promises 🖤: Vinnie and you get into a fight, which escalates into your taking of your promise ring he gave you

Dreamer Cheater 🖤 : Vinnie cheats on you in your dream and you get upset with him about it

Open for requests! request form

Who i write for :

Matty healy

Ross lynch

Joshua Bassett/ Ricky Bowen

Stiles Stilinski

Joe Keery / Steve Harrington

Evan Peters

Vinnie Hacker

Castiel

Sam Winchester/ Jared Padalecki

[bellamer]

How I would write Shenko!Angst be this horizon or Kaidan being hurt that Shepard didn’t call him to say she was alive and explain or a confrontation after Mars, Kaidan being mad that he’s like the very last one to know that Shepard was alive or just confrontation in general but here’s how I’d write it with dialogue borrowed from the 2015 film Anomalisa because I was genuinely thinking about how I could get the people and the fandom to understand Kaidan and his feelings and my first thought was this movie I watched years a fucking go and like it helps you not strictly be on Shepard’s side automatically because you know they’re the main character and have to be right always, like it would be better if they had a phone call and actual conversation like this, especially if Shepard was drinking heavily in ME2 also it gives Kaidan some change and development and whatnot idk here

Kaidan, on the phone: Hello ?

Shepard, hesitating: ….

Kaidan: Hello ?

Shepard: May I speak to Kaidan Alenko please ?

Kaidan: This is Kaidan

Shepard: Kaidan ! Hi I wasn’t sure…. Hi uh… (chuckles)

Kaidan: Who is this ?

Shepard: It’s Shepard. I didn’t recognize your voice.

Kaidan: Shepard ?

Shepard: (First Name) Shepard, Shepard from-

Kaidan: Oh my god ! Shepard ?!? Oh my god (chuckles) wow ! Where are you ?

Shepard: I’m on the citadel on business and I thought of you and I looked up your number on the records and there you were so uh…

Kaidan: It’s good to hear your voice

Shepard: Yours too.

Kaidan: (laughs nervously) I’m shaking. Jesus, how long has it been ?

Shepard: A while. Garrus is here.

Kaidan: Oh.

Shepard: Tali’s here too.

Kaidan: Oh. That’s great.

Shepard: I’ve missed you.

Kaidan: Yeah that’s a weird thing to say.

Shepard: I know I’m sorry

Kaidan: Well… it doesn’t matter it’s all water under the fucking bridge (laughs) the fucking bridge

Shepard: Yeah well… I am sorry and I’ve been thinking about you a lot

Kaidan: Yeah I guess I’m the last one you thought to tell that you were alive

Shepard: Do you maybe want to get a drink Kaidan ?

Kaidan: I don’t know Shepard, this is all very intense. It’s like out of the blue. I just started seeing this doctor and I just… I don’t know I’m not sure you want to be the victim to my current emotional imbalance tonight

Shepard: Yeah… well… I understand.

Kaidan: I mean…. I could I guess… I don’t know. Jesus, Shepard it’s been so fucking long and you just call out of nowhere !

Shepard: I’m sorry it was stupid everything’s just screwed up, I’m not thinking straight (sighs) there’s something wrong with me.

Kaidan: Well… where are you ?

Shepard: The Fragoli. I had to get off the Normandy.

Kaidan: Well Cerberus must be paying you well

Shepard: Well it’s boring. Everything is boring.

Kaidan: okay I could meet you there at the bar. I have to be at a meeting in the morning so I can’t stay very long.

Shepard: Yeah that sounds great. It’ll be nice to see you.

Kaidan: This is really weird. I’ve gained some weight. Not terrible or anything but just so you don’t look at me like freaked out or something because I just couldn’t handle that right now.

Shepard: I wouldn’t do that.

Kaidan: Okay. And I had to get a fake tooth in the front because of a bad training accident but i don’t think you can tell, they matched it pretty well.

Shepard: Okay… I look forward to seeing you.

Kaidan: Bye Shepard

Shepard: Bye Kaidan

(Later)

Kaidan: Shepard ?

Shepard, getting up and hugging Kaidan: Kaidan ! You look great.

Kaidan: Thank you. You too.

Shepard: Have a seat, please ! It’s really great to see you.

Kaidan: Thanks.

Shepard: Let me get the waitresses attention, excuse me ! It’s busier here than I would have thought

Waitress: Hi. Do you know what you want ?

Kaidan: Um… what are you having Shepard ?

Shepard: An ice cold coors light

Kaidan: Same old Shepard. I’ll have one of those.

Shepard: Make it two

Waitress: Back in a minute

Shepard: So… you look good. Tell me what’s going on.

Kaidan: Not too much. Still working for the alliance.

Shepard: Anything interesting ?

Kaidan: Not really. I’ve heard rumors of promotion but I’m not getting my hopes up.

Shepard: Really. Sounds interesting.

Kaidan: It’s okay. Udina’s still a dick.

Shepard: He fits right in with the rest of the alliance.

(Awkward silence)

Kaidan: Do I look bad ? I look bad don’t I ? I should have shaved-

Shepard: No, you look good.

Kaidan: …Why didn’t you call earlier Shepard ?

Shepard: … I don’t know. I can’t explain.

Waitress: Here we are. Two coors lights.

Kaidan: Thank you

Shepard: Thank you

Waitress: You’re welcome

Shepard, lifting up beer: To old times

Kaidan , lifting up beer: Old times

(Both sip beer)

Kaidan: That’s nice

Shepard: Yeah

Kaidan: I’ve missed you

Shepard: Me too

Kaidan: … try to ?

Shepard: Try to what ?

Kaidan: Try to explain

Shepard: Mm… I think I might have psychological problems

Kaidan: Oh good. That clears things up. Thanks.

Shepard: It’s hard to explain. I’ve been running for a long time now

Kaidan: Running ? We were special together. That’s what I thought.

Shepard: Yeah I agree but everything was shifted when Cerberus brought me back

Kaidan: But you come back and all this time you didn’t call me ? I had to find out from rumors ? And then it’s confirmed you’re back completely suddenly ? I was so pissed at you, I was so fucking hurt ! When you died I didn’t get out of bed for a year. Do you realize that ?

Shepard: (sighs) Jesus… I’m sorry (chugs beer)

Kaidan: God… you drank that fast.

Shepard: I get a lot of practice. Listen do you feel that you’ve changed ? I mean do you feel that you’ve changed ?

Kaidan: What are you talking about ?

Shepard: I don’t know. I don’t know. Like in any way- like in any way, did you change ? Like while we were together, like did I change you ? Did you change ? Did anything change ? Did a change occur did a-

Kaidan: Shepard. You’re freaking me out. I can’t take being more freaked out right now.

Shepard: I’m sorry, I’m a mess. Do you maybe want to go to my room for another drink ? We could talk more privately

Kaidan: What ? I don’t know what you think is going to happen Shepard-

Shepard: I wasn’t.. I wasn’t implying and I just- I’m just really lonely and we had something and I was hoping that we could figure something out and if things happened-

Kaidan: You’ve got to be kidding

Shepard: This isn’t going well, we should just get the check

Kaidan: I can’t believe you Shepard ! After all this time you’re still not actually going to explain yourself ? For Cerberus ? For not calling me ?

Shepard: I don’t think I can get you to understand

And scene. Let me know if you think this would be good.

[lucywritesagain]

The game of cat and spider﹕┈・𐑺 ‧₊˚໒꒱ Part 2

꒰ა ˚₊ ✧・┈﹕Miguel O'hara Masterlist ꒰ ᐢ｡- ༝ -｡ᐢ ꒱ Navigation ﹕┈・𐑺 ‧₊˚໒꒱ PART 1

Please note that this story is a repost from my old blog @lucywrites02.

Summary: You are a criminal and he's a hero. You don't know each other's names, never seen the person behind the mask. You aren't enemies- you are supposed to be but that didn't work out quite well. You liked each other a bit too much, but your relationship was strictly…. Professional?

What happens if you meet as normal people, with no masks and responsibilities in your way? What did the universe plan for you? And most importantly…. Will it last?

A/N: Here we are with another chapter! This bad boy *slaps the fic* can fit more than 3k words in it. This chapter is about them meeting as normal people UWU It includes: Miguel in a compression shirt, a cat who terrorises your apartment and coffee. *swings a pocket watch right in front of your eyes* "If you see any grammar mistakes... no you didn't xoxo Have fun and let me know how you liked it!

Miguel woke up to the silence of his apartment. The very first sun rays of that day shone through the curtains the man forgot to close last night. The golden hues embraced his tired face, making the man squeeze his eyes and groan. The rest of his room was engulfed in darkness, just like Miguel liked it. The walls were painted the same shade of blue one could see in the clouds right before it started raining. He didn't have many things in his bedroom- just a queen sized bed covered with black satin sheets and a small nightstand table with an electric clock on it. Not even a lamp. O'hara only used this room for sleeping so he didn't have many things in there. He would only sleep in his own bed if he didn't fall asleep in his lab. Or collapsed on the couch after a long day. Some nights he didn't sleep at all. That's why he didn't see a point in decorating the place.

Miguel sat up, placing his feet on the cold wooden floor. The numbers on the clock read 6:30 AM and the man knew he wouldn't get any more sleep. He stood up, adjusting his white sleeping shirt and slowly walked to the opened window that he also forgot to close last night.

Thankfully no one would even think of breaking into his apartment since it's located on the 10th floor. He pushed the heavy grey curtains away, letting more light inside and just stood there for a while, looking at the city below him. Even though it was early in the morning he could see the crowds of people on the streets. He could hear the sound of cars speeding down the highway. Sometimes Miguel liked to make up stories about those people and their lives. Maybe the couple eating breakfast outside that little bakery just got married and decided to spend their honeymoon in Nueva York. What if that taxi driver that almost didn't stop at the red light is secretly a famous poetry writer? Miguel knew those stories were stupid and didn't make any sense whatsoever, but it was the only thing to get his mind off of his… loneliness. It never worked because watching people living their lives and being happy only made him feel even more alone.

He ran his hands through his messy brown hair and decided that he needed a better distraction. A good jog could probably make things better. There was a park 20 minutes away from his home that he liked to visit- a secluded area on the west side right by the river. It was one of his favourite spots in this neighbourhood. Miguel didn't even bother to eat breakfast or make coffee- he just took a quick shower, put on his dark red sweatpants, black compression shirt and a hoodie that matched his pants. Ever since he became the spider-man he invested in some good noise cancelling headphones because his heightened senses couldn't handle the constant stimulation that the outside world provided. He took them with him every time he left home- as a civilian, not a hero. Miguel wasn't in the mood for music so the only thing playing through the headphones in his ears was some white noise.

He shrugged and decided that it was good enough for now. The last thing he needed were his sunglasses- he would surely get a migraine if he got out in this sun with no protection against the light. He had a favourite pair that he took everywhere with him- ordinary wayfarers with tinted glass. They looked exactly like his regular reading glasses and Miguel loved them. The man sighed heavily when he couldn't find them and put on his black baseball cap instead. He has to start putting his things in places he can find them again, but that seemed like a problem for later.

"LYLA, I'm going out. Turn on the security."

The man called, not bothering to hear the robotic response of his digital assistant and closed the door behind him. He waited for the silent 'click' to make sure LYLA did what he asked. The artificial intelligence he created was in the testing phase and he still had to supervise it. It was a simple AI- Miguel gave it his vocal command and it did the job. So far the system has been running great, but there was still something missing, Miguel just couldn't figure out what. The AI was supposed to be his assistant, but Miguel felt weird when he talked to it and expected to have an actual conversation only to be met with silence. His social skills weren't the best and he knew it was stupid to even think that way, but he really wanted this AI- his creation- to be human enough to speak with him like a normal person. He wasn't sure how he could accomplish it. Maybe he would get some good ideas after his little workout. Now that he thought of it he cringed, knowing he was so desperate for social interactions he made an AI he could talk to. Even though the system wasn't that well developed yet.

He jogged at a slower pace down the road leading to the main area of the park. The mornings were getting more chilly as the seasons were changing. The trees were still green- it would take a few more weeks for them to adapt to different weather and turn different colours- and it actually made Miguel smile a bit. He wasn't a fan of fall. It was rainy and depressing. And he knew that winter came after fall which meant spending another holiday alone. Which caused more depression, of course. But now wasn't the time to think about the future.

Miguel jogged to the secluded area of the park and started running faster. It was almost a sprint as if the velocity of his steps could make the thoughts in his head disappear. It didn't.

What did make his thoughts stop racing however, was someone's body colliding with his broad frame. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ Your day couldn't have started better. That statement was purely sarcastic of course because you woke up to the sound of a ceramic pot crushing into the tiled floor of your kitchen. You immediately jumped out of your bed, forgetting about the ache in your thigh and headed to the source of all that noise. The pieces of soil and terracotta were scattered across the room and you wanted to just lay down in all that dirt and cry. Your cat however was sitting down on the highest shelf in your kitchen - meant only for your poison ivies -looking pretty pleased with herself.

"I hope it was worth it because you just lost your snack privileges." You scolded your furry companion as you cleaned the floor. You took one of the biggest mugs you had and put the remaining of your plant in it. "She won't hurt you again, I promise." You spoke to the plant and gently caressed the leaves. The mug would have to suffice until you get a new pot. After throwing out all of that dirt to the trash and mopping the floor you finally took a glance at the clock hanging on your wall and groaned. It was barely 6 AM and you were already on your feet.

Well, you couldn't go back to sleep now. You weren't tired anymore. It would help if you had something to make you busy, but there was literally nothing to do. Your dishes were washed and your laundry folded. The cat has been fed and her litter box cleaned. You always did those chores at night so that your morning would be more enjoyable. But now you were yearning for some tasks.

You pushed the white curtains in your kitchen to the side, letting the morning sun into your apartment. The sticker you put on your window created beautiful rainbow areolas on the sage green tiles on your wall. You loved mornings like this even if they started on a more chaotic note. You went through your routine like always- it was your day off so you settled on more comfortable clothes. Sweatpants and hoodie was the best combination for a lazy day. Your wound didn't hurt as much as it did last night and it made moving around easier than you thought.

You spent months making your apartment feel like home and it really did feel like it. But in moments like this- sitting on the balcony all alone and looking at the people on the streets with a deep longing for some sort of connection- you felt lonely. You had Migsy who was more than happy to keep you company, but he wasn't a human being who could give you a hug after a long day at work or kiss you goodnight. You were desperate for a genuine and meaningful human connection.

People you called friends were actually just your co-workers or people you regularly interact with at the grocery store- people who had their own family and real friends to come back to after a long day at work. You gave up on dating a long time ago and the only person who made your heart skip a beat was a guy in a red-blue latex suit whose job was to send your ass to jail. It was fun to flirt with him- especially ever since he actually started to flirt back- but you knew it wasn't…. Real. It wasn't someone who would want a relationship with you. How would that even work? You always felt more confident behind your mask. But the person you were while wearing your costume wasn't really you. It was a character you created to make your life easier and if someone liked the black cat they would be so disappointed when they realise who has been hiding behind that mask. So if the spider-man harboured any sort of affection for the black cat, he wouldn't have the same feeling for the real you. That's why you would never take this 'relationship' seriously. You liked the flirting, but that was it. Because he wouldn't…

Your thoughts were entertaining a dangerous territory and you had to find a good distraction. You couldn't stay at home- this apartment even though it was your little sanctuary, reminded you of how alone you actually were.

Hmm, since your thigh wasn't hurting too much, maybe you could go on a quick walk to your favourite bakery in the park nearby. You could get breakfast there and maybe buy some flowers for yourself on your way back. Yeah…that sounded like a plan.

You made sure to pack some things into your little backpack before you went out- just the essentials like your wallet, the keys to your apartment and a sketchbook you always took with you. You styled your hair a bit before you left to look less messy and smiled when you were satisfied with the outcome.

"I'm going out, Migsy." You gave your cat a little kiss on the forehead before you put on your headphones. "Please don't terrorise any more plants while I'm gone" Your little angel meowed at you in response which made you giggle.

You left your apartment complex and chose a fitting playlist. You picked up your pace to match the beat of the song and headed to the park. There was a path along the river on the west side that was perfect for morning walks. There was a small coffee shop around the corner that you had to stop by before you could continue your little journey. You could smell the freshly brewed beverages from a mile and you knew your day would be bad if you didn't stop by to get a drink. Coffee was like a nectar for your soul and you couldn't deprive yourself of this small happiness.

The baristas behind the counter knew you and your order very well since you were one of the regulars so they started preparing your favourite drink the moment you stepped inside. They didn't try to start a conversation with you and it only evoked a deeper feeling of loneliness. Even though you interacted with those people plenty of times you still weren't worthy enough for them to even try and make some small talk. Maybe you were overthinking the interaction too much- they did smile at you when they saw you walk in and even waved at you. But you just couldn't help yourself and had to analyse every move of their muscles to make sure they didn't secretly hate you. You left the shop as soon as they handed you your order, trying to calm down. You hated when that happened- when the anxiety overwhelmed you so much you couldn't think properly.

You didn't even notice when you entered the main area of the park, too focused on your coffee and the music playing through your headphones. And you surely didn't notice a stranger running in your direction. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ "I am so sorry!" Miguel quickly apologised, ripping his headphones off his ears. "Are you okay?" He looked down at the person sitting on the ground right before him. He felt so stupid for running into you and if you paid enough attention you could see how red his cheeks have turned.

You looked up at the stranger and groaned in pain. You were thankful that the coffee wasn't hot because you would have to add burns to the list of your injuries. The drink ended up all over your clothes and you had to try your hardest not to cry in front of a stranger this handsome. Wait-

"I should have paid more attention, I am really really sorry." The man kept apologising. Miguel's face was burning with embarrassment. He felt so bad for bumping into you and he knew it probably hurt a lot- colliding with all those muscles of his surely wasn't the best experience.

"I'm good." You smiled awkwardly, readjusting your wet hoodie that stuck to your skin. Miguel gave you his hand to help you up. "It's okay, I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have been thinking about so many things at once..."

Miguel's brown eyes finally met your gaze and the man thought about something bizarre. Your face seemed familiar, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He had the feeling he had met you before, but he wasn't sure, and it was driving him crazy. However, he shook his head and pushed the thought aside. Millions of people lived in the city and it was actually very possible that he had seen you before and simply forgot about it. But if that was the case why did he feel like there was something more to you than meets the eye?

"Are you okay though?" You asked, looking down at the coffee stains on your clothes. It will be a pain in the ass to clean later.

"Yeah, I'm fine." He gave you a small smile. "Are you sure you're okay? I kinda feel like you might have gotten hurt, it felt like a pretty harsh fall… and I'm sorry about the coffee, too…" He looked concerned as he looked at your face for a second, before looking elsewhere- anywhere but your eyes- as he scratched his neck.

Miguel could have sworn he has seen you before. Or maybe he didn't. But if you truly were a stranger how could he explain that weird feeling deep inside him. Or maybe you were just so pretty his brain had to somehow rationalise this foreign attraction towards you. Aaagh, he should stop making a fool of himself and stop overthinking this interaction!

"It hurts a bit, but I will be fine." You replied. The man standing before you was much taller and - you hated yourself for thinking about the person you just met that way- very very handsome. Which only made you even more embarrassed once you realise how you must have looked. "I can always get another coffee later so don't worry about that."

"I…i-i w-" The stranger stuttered, fiddling with his fingers as he spoke. He took a deep breath before he continued. "I feel bad for bumping into you. Could I maybe… make it up to you somehow?" Miguel's heart was beating against his chest like a hammer as he was stumbling on his own words. "I could buy you another coffee." He proposed and cringed, thinking he sounded desperate. "If that's fine with you, of course…."

He wasn't sure what took over him because he knew he wouldn't ever do something like that for any other person. He would probably just apologise again and run in the other direction, hoping he will never have to see that person ever again.

"I don't think I want another coffee right now" You giggled in response. "But thank you for the proposal, Mr…"

"Oh, it's Miguel." The man mumbled, giving you his hand to shake.

You introduced yourself as well and chuckled. "It was nice running into you." You joked and cringed internally. But the stranger- Miguel- actually laughed. Not giggled, laughed. He let go of your hand to cover his mouth and cleared his throat, trying to hide his smile.

"So, you were going for a morning jog, too huh? Where were you heading, if you don't mind me asking?" The man spoke. He really wanted this little interaction to last longer.

"Yeah, I wanted to relax a bit and decided to take a walk. I was heading to the bakery down the street" You explained. "I didn't expect to be swept off my feet like that though." You felt comfortable talking with Miguel. It's as if the two of you knew each other already.

"I am really sorry about that." Miguel repeated. "If there's anything I can do to make it up to you…"

"You could give me your number" You suggested and mentally slapped yourself. You had no idea where this confidence came from and you started to get nervous. "So that you can take me ou- BUY me another coffee." You continued your mumbling and chucking awkwardly. "Because you spilled mine." Definitely not because you wanted to see him again.

Miguel smirked down at you and took out his phone. He didn't want to admit it, but he was as excited as he was nervous. The one time he decided to go out he bumped into some stranger, making them fall down, spilled that person's coffee all over them and then somehow managed to get their number? Migiel wasn't sure what he did to be this lucky, but he certainly wasn't complaining.

He handed you his phone with his number on the screen, so that you could type it into your own. You saved his contact as 'the guy who owes me a coffee'. Miguel saw that and chuckled again.

"I sent you a text so that you can have my number as well." You cleared your throat and inhaled deeply when you noticed how close the two of you were standing. "I guess I will see you around, Miguel."

"I guess you will." He saved your number in his contacts before he showed his phone into the pocket of his pants. "It was nice bumping into you. And I hope the other people will pay more attention to the road than I did." He scratched his neck and took a step back to create more space between you. "Wouldn't want you to spend any more time falling down." Miguel winked at you and slowly jogged away, not waiting for your response.

He made sure that he was out of your view before he stopped to slap his forehead. He still felt bad for running into you, but thankfully he didn't feel any awkwardness like he did in the beginning. But for the love of God, why did he have to wink at you?

[wheneclipsefalls]

Forever My Babygirl

Part 2

Summary:  Tuktirey is now 16 years old and receving attention from young male suitors looking to court the beautiful ray of sunshine. However, this becomes nearly impossible as her older brothers and father are there to scare off any advances. In Jake's eyes, Tuk will always be his babygirl.

A/N:  I just want to make it clear that although there is some romance in this story and Tuk is aged up to 16, I am keeping it strictly PG. If you enjoy some fluff and angst you are in the right place. For right now this is a one shot but I am not opposed to making it into a series if there is interest in that and I can think of some way to keep the plot progressing. If you like that idea, please let me know in the comments. Hope you enjoy!

Tuktirey was pure sunshine in na’vi form. Her features were never void of a sparkling smile or eyes of wonder and passion. She skipped from place to place across the village taking in every sight, sound, and wonder Eywa had made with gleeful excitement. Her arms were always open to those around her, in humble seeking of being the reason someone smiles that day. Pure vibrancy. That was the only way to describe the girl.

Her passion only increased as she grew from a little girl into a young woman. Tuk became known for her compassion and beauty. With long flowing hair and a countenance of pure light, she became a well beloved clan member and sister to those around her. Even only being eight years old at the time of her family moving to be with the Metkayina clan, she had adapted and became accomplished, known for having a special connection and tenderness for the animals.

Now at the age of sixteen, Jake’s heart felt a bittersweet pain in seeing his youngest daughter grow from adolescence. His eyes could only see the small child that clung to him when they first met the Metkayina clan. His baby girl, who almost tumbled over her own feet when running to meet him after returning from a hunt. Tuk’s unwavering trust in her father had always spurred him to do everything in his power to protect his baby.

Tuktirey remained innocent and sheltered throughout the years as her parents and older siblings did everything they could to keep it that way. Even upon reaching a more mature age, Tuk paid little mind to the male attention that she began receiving. Young male suitors started making the girl small gifts or bringing her bundles of vibrant flowers in hopes of working towards courtship. Completely ignorant to these intentions, Tuk would beam with joy, taking the gifts as another testament to how many kind and thoughtful people there were in her clan.

The men in her family, however, did not miss the hidden messages in the gifts. Already grown and mated, Neteyam and Lo’ak still kept close eye on their baby sis. Jake was never hesitant to send his sons off to keep unwanted male attention from disturbing the girl. He knew that Tuk was far too young to be concerning herself with romance, let alone courtship with unworthy young boys.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” Her grin stretched from ear to ear as her nose was buried in the electric blue flowers. The scent was so sweet and refreshing. Jake watched his youngest fondly as Neytiri and him continued to prepare dinner.

“Sure is, baby girl. Where did you find it?” Jake chuckled at his youngest.

“Oh I didn’t find it. Teeysal picked it for me, while he was out with the hunting party.” Neteyam’s eyes finally looked up from mending the broken spear and connected with his father’s. This was the second gift the male had given Tuk in the last two weeks. There was an understanding look shared between the two. Jake didn't approve of Teeysal and his attention.

“I think I’m going to ask Kiri to help me weave it into my braid later. It even matches my necklace.” The girl babbled on happily, gesturing to the intricate top of blue feathers she wore. Before Jake could question his daughter further, she had jumped from her seat on the ground already bounding out of the Marui. “Tsireya!”

Tuk bounded into the girl’s arms and was quickly received. Tuk had become like a little sister to Tsireya, even before her and Lo’ak had mated. Tuktirey often sought the older girl out when in need of advice or simply a friend to talk to. With Kiri working more often at the healers tent, Tuk had become a little lonely.

“Hey tattle tell, no hug for your favorite brother?” Lo’ak teased beside them, watching his wife and sister embrace. Tuk simply giggled before moving on to hug her brother then pulling the two inside the marui for dinner.

After supper, Jake motioned for Neteyam and Lo’ak to step outside with him. The others were too busy hearing Kiri tell a story to pay much heed to the trio leaving.

“Fall in.” Neteyam and Lo’ak were quick to follow their father out.

“I thought I sent one of you to look after Tuk today.” He raised an eyebrow at the two, hands on his hips.

“She was tending to the ilu practically all day, father. I kept an eye on her the whole time. I have no idea when Teeysal could’ve sought her out.” Jake’s lips pursed at the information, unhappy with the lack of details.

“Teeysal gave her the flowers?” Lo’ak questioned. “He joined us in the hunting party today. Skxawng barely caught a thing, guess now I know why.” Jake let out a heavy sigh, recalling everything he knew about the boy. He was far from good enough for his precious daughter.

“I need you two to be more mindful of your little sister. She’s too kind for her own good.”

“Don’t worry, Dad. He would be a fool to keep chasing after her.” Neteyam laughed confidently, sending Lo’ak a troublesome look.

“Wow! That’s quite the catch!” Tuk exclaimed, quickly swimming over to Teeysal holding the large fish above the surface. His heart clenched with pride at impressing the beautiful girl before him. Teeysal had to risk going beyond the reef in order to track down the giant fish but it was worth it to see the awestruck look in her eyes.

“Thanks Tuk, it will suffice.” He tried to play it off but Tuk simply rolled her eyes and laughed at the boy. She swam up to his ilu, petting the creature fondly. The ilu responded with a happy cry before nuzzling further into her hands. Teeysal’s heart thumped loudly as he was captivated by the beaming light that seemed to always radiate from the girl. He needed an excuse to spend more time with the her. “Are you heading back to shore soon?”

“Oh yeah pretty soon. Just waiting for Lo’ak to come back from diving for his spear gun then he will be giving me a ride back. My silly brother dropped it by accident during our trip to visit Payakan.” Teeysal felt a nervous pit in his stomach at the mention of her intimidating older brother, but a look around confirmed that Lo’ak was nowhere to be seen. Sensing this would be an invaluable opportunity, Teeysal secured the fish to the ilu before reaching out a hand to the girl.

“Well, how about you let me give you a ride back, Tuk?” The Sully girl agreed quickly, delighted at the kind gesture and tired of waiting for her older brother. Her small hand grasped his as he helped her onto the back of the ilu. Teeysal felt his skin heat up at the close proximity to the beautiful petite girl, but prayed that his nerves would not be obvious to Tuk. “Hold on.”

Small hands wrapped around his shoulders before they dove into the water. Teeysal kept the ilu from going too fast in fear of shaking the Tuk around too much. As they glided past and through the various coral and sea life, he paid close attention to hands gripping his shoulders, hyper alert for any signs of struggle.

His concerns were not needed. Within a few seconds Tuk was reaching one arm out to interact with the small fish in their path. Soft fingers tapped his shoulder and the boy turned to see Tuk signing “go faster”. Spurred by a smile that made her eyes squint, Teeysal urged the ilu to gain speed. The muffled squeal of delight that left her throat infectiously brought a grin to his own face.

The water rushed past them as Tuk requested to go faster and faster. She thrilled in the butterflies she felt in her stomach at the mad rush of adrenaline. When Teeysal had them break the surface in a mighty leap, Tuk let out a scream of utter joy accompanied by his own yips and yells. The only other times she was able to go on a thrill ride was when she was left along with her ilu without supervision, which was an occasion becoming more and more rare.

When the pair broke the surface of the water close to the shore, Tuk was letting out breathless giggles as they both panted for air. Teeysal observed the girl to make sure there was no sign of injury or distress but Tuk only continued to laugh in ecstasy while pushing her long hair out of her eyes. Deciding to let it out the tight braids that day, her hair ran in long waves to the end of her spine.

“That was so much fun!” Teeysal let out his own chuckles at the girl’s excitement as he went about untying the fish. Slinging it over one shoulder, Teeysal followed Tuk out of the water. “I can never make jumps like that on my ilu. You are such a good rider, Teeysal.” The boy blushed at the compliment, heart ready to explode.

“Thank you, Tuk. Maybe I can teach you sometime?” Stomach still tied in a knot, Teeysal found a new spark of confidence in the positive reactions from the girl. Her eyes lit up and a bounce was added in her step as they reached the sandy edge.

“Really? That would be great! Nete has been promising to teach me for months now but always bails before we actually get the chance.”

“Well then, it’s my pleasure.” He gave the girl a small bow as they walked, which was rewarded with another small giggle. His heart felt like it was about to leap out of his chest as he spotted the wilting blue flower tangled in her long tsaheylu braid. Many of the petals were gone and it looked like it had been trampled on by a direhorse, but it remained woven in her hair nonetheless. One more sign to the male that Tuk appreciated his gifts. He ached to make intricate necklaces and pick dozens of flowers if it meant the girl would be willing to display his affections.

Their calm walk was interrupted by a distant yell coming from the bank.

“Tuk!” Whipping their heads back in that direction they found an angry Lo’ak jogging their way. “I told you to wait. I looked everywhere for you!” The tall na’vi male towered over his sister as he looked her over for injuries.

“You were taking forever and Teeysal offered to give me a ride.” Lo’ak’s golden eyes snapped up to look past her shoulder, finally noticing the male accompanying his sister. Those orbs narrowed in fury at the Teeysal, causing him to gulp nervously. If looks could kill, Teeysal was sure he would have been wrapped in the spirit tree by now.

“You can’t run off like that, Tuk. Dad would have my head if I lost you.” Tuk rolled her eyes at the exaggeration. Sensing the tension, Teeysal took a deep breath before trying to smooth the situation over.

“I’m sorry, it is my fault. I should have known better than to bring her back without alerting y-”

“What the hell are you doing hanging around my sister? She doesn’t need your help, that’s what I’m here for.” Lo’ak hissed while carefully maneuvering Tuk so she was hidden behind his massive frame. The years had been kind to Lo’ak as he reached full adulthood. Now he stood in all his glory towering over the younger male, asserting his dominance.

“You’re right I’m sorry. I was going to offer this fish to your family. Please take it now as an apology.” Tuk peaked from behind her brother’s back to see the male trying to hand the catch to Lo’ak.

“We don’t want your damn fish.” The taller male snarled back causing Teeysal’s ears to drop backwards. Tuk stared up at her brother in shock at his outburst. Lo’ak was always known to be hot headed and reckless but she couldn’t fathom why he was acting so out of turn when all Teeysal wanted to do was help.

“Lo’ak! That’s rude.”

“Come on, Tuk.” The older Sully boy ignored her protests. A strong hand gently gripped her wrist before using it to pull the girl along. Tuk was only able to shoot a sorry smile back at the dumbfounded male and a small wave goodbye before they rounded the corner out of sight.

Despite the awkward interaction with Lo’ak Teeysal did not lose heart. The male knew that if he wanted any chance of courting Tuktirey he would need to get through her brothers and father first. First, he was hoping to worm his way into Tuk’s heart. Having the affections returned would give him a real shot at having a future with her someday. Teeysal planned to take her out again on the ilu to show the jumps but he did not anticipate how hard getting the girl alone would be.

After the last occurrence, Jake was sure to have himself or one of his sons with Tuk at all times. They escorted her from place to place around the village as she fulfilled her responsibilities. On the days that neither of the three were able to be with her, Tuk was invited to help Kiri in the healer’s tent. No matter when the male tried, Tuk was surrounded by protective figures.

“Tuk slow down!” Neteyam called after the energetic girl jumping from the water with her ilu ahead. Gritting his teeth Neteyam had the skimwing dive deep into the water once more. The skimwing was luckily able to catch up to Tuk quickly but that didn’t stop the girl from weaving between the coral where Neteyam was unable to fit.

Tuk on the other hand was lost in her own world. Her body soared with the ilu through the water effortlessly. She closed her eyes for a moment to bask in the peace and quiet underwater. The only sound that could be heard was the soft crackling of the current. She was finally alone.

It took five minutes for the Tuk to realize Neteyam was nowhere to be seen. She had somehow drifted towards one of the other islands, way off course from where her and Neteyam were meant to be traveling. Tuk’s heart rate picked up slightly as her first instinct was to worry about her brother. It was only after a few minutes of exploring that she realized she was the one in risky waters and most definitely the one in trouble once she figured out the way home.

Tuk tied her hair back and took deep breaths as she tried to concentrate. Surely there had to be some way to retrace her path and find the original route home. The only thing in sight was a small island off in the distance. She banked at the island and walked around it, even climbed a few trees to see if it would help her identify the location. Tuk didn’t leave the mainland often so she was unfamiliar with most of the surrounding small ones that the hunting parties would sometimes travel to. Finally tired of circling the island she retreated back to the shore to find her ilu.

Her heart dropped into her stomach as she found only clear water where she left the ilu. Within ten minutes of calling and searching for the ilu, Tuk knew that the animal was gone. Her brain instantly went to horrible scenarios involving the ilu being chased down by a predator or even getting lost like herself. Despite her great yearning to protect her friend, Tuk knew there was nothing she could do while trapped on the island with no means of transportation.

“Tuktirey!” A voice echoed. She spun around to look for the source and was met with the sight of Teeysal riding his ilu toward the island. Instant relief washed over the small girl. She ran as quickly as her feet would allow across the shifting sand. Teeysal, now on the shore, watched her approach but was completely thrown off when her body collided with his own. Tuk wrapped her arms tightly around the boy’s waist. Confused but delighted, he quickly returned the hug, dwarfing the small female easily.

“You have no idea how happy I am to see you here!”

“Tuk what are you doing out here all alone? Are you alright?” He reluctantly released the Sully girl from his grasp so she could explain.

“I got lost and then I think my ilu got scared off by something so she’s gone. I was with Neteyam before but now I have no idea where he is either!” Teeysal’s heart broke as he saw the tears start to well up in Tuk’s gorgeous eyes.

“Oh don’t cry, Tuk. It will be alright, I’m here to help now.” The older Na’vi gently embraced the girl once more, cooing her cries into sniffles as he cradled her against his chest. Once the tears had stopped and Tuk had calmed down a bit, they boarded his ilu together and went out in search of the other ilu and Neteyam.

The sun started to go down as they searched. Teeysal suggested several times that they head back to shore. He assured her that Neteyam would have gone back to the village by now, but that didn’t dismiss her worry for the ilu. Determined to find the creature, they pushed forward even as the bioluminescence became their own source of light.

As time went on, Tuk’s anxiety began to grow. Teeysal was there to comfort and hush the girl. He told her sweet stories from his childhood to distract her. When those ran out he made up happy stories about where the ilu could have gone. Perhaps it saw another one of its siblings or got distracted by the new island and wanted to explore.

Although the stories did not completely take away the worry, Tuk was grateful for the boy and the comfort he brought. Several times she would lean her head innocently on his shoulder, the warmth giving her a sense of peace as she tried to calm her breathing down. Teeysal’s heart fluttered with an overwhelming urge to protect the beautiful girl in his arms.

After a couple hours Teeysal noticed figures off towards the horizon. As they got closer the pair recognized them as a search party. As they heard the calls of both their names being repeated, the older na’vi knew that he had made a mistake keeping the girl out for so long. He hastily instructed Tuk to grab his shoulders once more before diving down and towards the group at great speed. When they breached the water, Olo’eyktan Tonowari was the first to notice them.

“Jake Sully!” His booming voice echoed across the party, effectively grabbing the male’s attention. The Olo’eyktan’s gaze was stern as he watched the two before him carefully. Matters only got worse when Jake pulled up on the skimwing behind Tonowari.

“Thank God! Tuktirey where have you been?” His eyes landed on Tuk’s small hands still gripping the males shoulders before narrowing them up at Teeysal. Tail at attention and back straight in dominance, Jake Sully looked menacing observing the younger male.

“Dad!” Tuk paid no heed to the clouding tension and dove straight into the water to swim her way to Jake.

“Hey baby girl.” His tone drastically softened as he helped Tuk from the water to sit in front of him. Jake’s heart couldn't help but melt as he held his daughter closed to his chest once more. He was starting to fear the worse as the hours went by without her home. This relief however did not quench the fire in his eyes as he looked past the top of Tuk’s head at the young male awkwardly staring back. Teeysal fought every instinct to fidget under the gaze, doing so would only make him look weak and unfit.

“Care to explain yourself, boy?” Jake used his usual gruff disciplinarian voice, which quickly alerted Tuk. She looked up at her father to explain what happened but Teeysal beat her to it.

“Sir, I just found her on one of the small islands. Her ilu ran away and so I offered to have her ride back with me.”

“And that’s why you’ve been gone from the hunting party for two hours?” Jake raised an eyebrow at the younger male shifting in his seat. Teeysal was hoping to leave the time he and Tuk spent looking for the ilu out of the story but it seemed the former Olo’eyktan was already on to him.

“We had to look for her dad! What if she is hurt?” Tuk tried to plead with her father but his eyes never strayed from Teeysal.

“You think you’re a real hotshot, galavanting with my daughter past eclipse ‘looking for the ilu’? What a good fucking excuse.” Tuk flinched at the tone while Tonowari kept a close eye on the interaction. He was hyper aware of any signs that the conversation would escalate out of bounds.

“No sir please, you have the wrong idea!” “Oh really do I, boy? Are you about to tell me I also have the wrong idea about the little gifts you have been sending my daughter home with?”

Teeysal’s ears flicked back against his head as he finally broke eye contact with the intimidating male. This reaction was all Jake needed to see to confirm his suspicions. Tuk on the other hand was becoming more and more confused at her father’s anger. She understood that the two shouldn't have stayed out so late but what was wrong with giving nice gifts?

“Listen here, kid, and listen well.” Teeysal’s eyes flicked back up towards the former Olo’eyktan. “I better not catch you around my daughter again, otherwise you and I will have a problem. Stay away from her.”

“Dad that’s not-” Teeysal deflated as he watched the pair ride off on the skimwing before he could even hear Tuk finish her sentence.

The rest of the Sully family was ecstatic to find Tuk back home and safe. Her mother alone refused to let Tuk out of her arms for what felt like hours. However, no one was happier to see Tuk than her oldest brother. Neteyam had spent the last few hours thinking he had lost his baby sister and completely neglected his job as a protector, being the first born.

The rest of the evening was spent quietly with the family huddled together in the Marui, recovering from the small scare. Neteyam spent the night in the old family home. Tuk could tell it was guilt that prompted his actions, no matter how many times she apologized and assured him it was her fault.

Tuk of course had to step out and face her parents at some point. Jake went back into his stern military mode, explaining all the reasons staying out was a mistake. He was always more gentle when talking to his daughters but nevertheless they both decided Tuk would be grounded for a few weeks.

Punishment however did not stop the girl from trying to patch the rift between her father and Teeysal.

“But it was my fault we stayed out.” Tuk tried reasoning with her dad the next day as he continued to sharpen one of his knives.

“And you’re grounded for it.” A sliver of hope began in Tuk’s chest at the closest thing to her father agreeing since the escapade.

“So then there’s no reason for Teeysal to be in trouble too. Once my grounding is over I will be more careful, dad, I promise. I won’t get us in trouble again.”

Jake let out a long sigh looking back at his daughter’s big doe eyes. He should have expected that Tuk would do whatever possible to help the boy get back into good graces. It was the same reason she pushed the pair to look for the ilu in the first place. Tuk was always thinking about others first. As much as Jake was proud of this trait, he knew how vulnerable this often made the girl.

Tuk would be the last person to think ill will of others. She saw the world through rose colored glasses. Jake never wanted to take that away from her, so he had always taken the role of a protector so that she could continue in bliss. His youngest was so different from him in the best way possible. He would never regain the innocence he had before joining the military, but it was not too late for Tuk.

“Baby girl, I love that you give others the benefit of the doubt, but you do not understand this boy’s intentions.” Tuk squinted back at her father in confusion.

“What do you mean? He has always been so nice to me.” Jake couldn’t help the chuckle that left his lips as he shook his head from side to side.

“Yeah I know, sweetheart. He is trying to court you.” Jake watched his daughter closely for her reaction but was nervous to find a spark of interest in her eyes.

“Courting me? Really?” Tuk shifted to sit on her knees with hands braced against the floor, leaning towards her father, now fully invested.

“Yes he is, but you are too young for that right now so I don’t want to hear any more about it.” Tuk huffed at her father’s words, head now swarming with questions.

“But Lo’ak started courting Tsireya when he was my age.” Tuk countered before Jake finally set down the tools and knife.

“Yes and that was different.” Tuk felt more confused than ever staring back at her father. If Teeysal was really courting her and she was only one year away from full adulthood, what was the problem?

“How?” Careful not to push her father when she was already in trouble, Tuk tried to keep the tone from coming off as a complaint. A moment of silence fell as their eyes locked. In Jake’s eyes Tuk saw something that was a rare sight to see; vulnerability. His lips pursed, looking for the right words.

“Different in that you have had the privilege of not knowing what trouble young boys, like Teeysal, want to get into. When Lo’ak started courting Tsireya I was more worried about him getting into some ridiculous shenanigans than Tsireya. If anything, I knew she had an influence on him that kept the boy out of more trouble.” Jake laughed fondly thinking back to those times but Tuk didn’t join him. “The point is that your brothers and I know what these boys think and it’s our job to help look out for you.”

Looking down at her adorable pout, Jake knew the time had come. It was time that she knew the truth.

“Tuk,” His large hand went to cup the young girl's cheek fondly. “You are always going to be my little girl. It seems like just yesterday you were running around my feet playing with the Toruk figurine I made for you. It’s hard for your old man to see you grow up so fast, but know that I always have your best interest at heart, baby girl.” Tuk melted at the words, watching her father’s eyes get misty with tears. Her Dad was one of her main role models, always so strong and brave. To see him soft made Tuk’s heart ache with love and care.

“You promise?”

“Have I ever let you down before?” A small smile was exchanged between the two before she shook her head softly. Tuk wrapped her arms tightly around the large man holding him tenderly close. Jake relaxed in his daughter’s touch as she nuzzled her head against his broad shoulder.

Tuk loved her father more than words could express, but she would be lying if she said her curiosity and interests were not peaked by a certain Metkayina boy.