#and yet we‘re laughing at them

[streatfeild]

ah shit it‘s monday again. here come the nazis marching

[skipper1331]

Obviously in love // Grace Clinton

a/n: based off this request:)

Grace Clinton liked you.

You liked Grace Clinton.

Everybody knew.

Everybody but the two of you.

Several occasions showed exactly that.

-

It started with the many superstitions the two of you had or rather shared. The girls would always tease you about it while both of you claimed and often argued that you‘d play horrible if not doing so.

1.) Grace always had to do your hair. Each time she would do a different hairstyle, each of them done perfectly as your hair wouldn‘t ever get in the way, no matter what happened.

2.) You had to tie her boots. Yes, she was able to do it herself, (like you were capable of doing your hair yourself) but something about you tying her shoes gave her enough confidence to shoot from every angle and distance on the pitch. And score goals.

3.) "ready to win?"

"Ready whenever you are"

-

"Popcorn!" Celin shouted as she entered the living room with three bowels of popcorn balancing in her hands.

The Tottenham girls were sat around the couches, arm chairs and bean bags as the movie marathon was about to begin.

Grace and you shared a bean bag, yourself sitting in between her legs while your back rested against her front and her arms were loosely wrapped around your mid section. "Try not to fall asleep to soon, yeah pretty girl?" the midfielder purred, in responds your hands pinched her thighs "If i remember correctly it was you who snored like a grizzly bear the last time" you giggled as Gracie attacked you with pokes in your side. She only stopped when she felt a smack against the back of her head, "movie starts" the captain stated. You settled back in her arms while she pulled you closer.

Her arms brought you a type of comfort nobody ever could.

-

It was save to say that Grace loved the spare key she had to your home. She used it at every opportunity she got, opening the door when you were with her "I have my own key, I can open the door for us" proudly showing the key on her key chain. Or other than that, letting herself in when you weren‘t there as she made herself a home and even using the key when you were at home but didn‘t expect her to come over.

You stood in the kitchen, preparing your dinner when you felt arms snuggling around your waist, a head resting on your shoulder. You shrieked, caught completely off guard as you yet melted in the grasp, your favourite scent filling the air.

"Gracie! You promised me!" you grumbled, turning around as you stared at the midfielder with crossed arms, "you can‘t just come over and use the spare key! It‘s for emergencies"

"It is an emergency!" she defended herself, arms up in surrender.

"What‘s the emergency, hm?"

"I missed you" she stated, pulling you close before she hid her face in the crook of your neck, mumbling something inaudible.

You sighed, asking "Do you want some dinner?" your fingers combing through her hair.

"Yes, please"

-

"You‘re staring" the voice of Beth appeared next to you, calling you back to reality.

"What did you say?"

"You‘ve got something in your eye" she repeated as you looked at her, "what? Where?" trying to find what and in which eye.

"Grace"

You glared at her while she laughed her ass off.

"Shut up!" you hit her arm, Grace already skeptically looking at the two of you from the other side of the pitch, about to make her way over.

"Come one, you like her" Beth said now in an softer tone, "and she likes you"

"We‘re best friends!" you replied, slight anger in your voice.

"Whatever you say, babes"

-

After tossing and turning for hours, you came to the realization that you weren‘t able to sleep. You didn‘t why but it annoyed you. Physically you were tired, your eyes closing every now and then but you just couldn’t fall into a deep slumber.

Not knowing what to do, but desperately in the need and want of sleep, you reached for your phone.

"Hello?" The sleepy voice rasped.

"Gracie?"

"What‘s wrong? Are you okay?" She shot up from her bed, you never called at such a late hour and with the shakiness in your voice she thought of the worst.

"I don‘t know, sorry. Forget about it" you mumbled, regretting that you called her at 3am.

"Wait-" but you had already hung up. You would find a way to sleep.

On the other side of the phone, Grace was already out of bed, throwing a hoodie and joggers over her pyjama. She raced through the apartment, every possible light on, searching for eventually needed stuff, not being bothered by the noises she made which woke up her flatmate.

"What are you doing? It‘s in the middle of the night" Celin said, leaning in her door frame while she rubbed her eyes.

"Something’s wrong"

"Do we have an intruder?!" she yelled, grabbing for the nearest weapon in her room.

"What? No. Something‘s wrong with my- Y/N"

Celin watched Grace pace through the kitchen, collecting your favourite snacks which she had stored in her home in case you hung out here, craving some of them.

"When are you going to tell her that you like her?"

"We‘re best friends"

"Are you telling me that or yourself? Everybody knows you like each other"

In silence, she put on her shoes, backpack filled with essentials before she rushed out of the house.

When she opened the door, she was met with darkness. Because of this, she assumed that you were in your bedroom. Gently, she opened the door-

"What the fuck!" you yelled, frightened. You switched on your lamp, staring at the midfielder, "you scared the shit out of me!" suddenly wide awake.

"I scared the shit out of you? You scared the shit out of me!" she replied, putting down her backpack and walking over to 'her' side of the bed - the side she slept in when she was staying over. "What are you doing here?" you asked, already knowing the answer.

"You called me and then hung up on me all of sudden." she slipped under the duvet, closing the distance, "I was worried" her hands found your waist, pulling you in her grasp before she continued, "what‘s wrong? There’s a reason you called me, so please don‘t say 'nothing'"

Looking away from her, you could feel your cheeks heating up embarrassingly.

"I couldn’t- can‘t sleep" you muttered, "and I can always sleep when you‘re here, so-"

"you thought asking me to come over would help until you realized it’s three in the morning?" she finished your sentence.

you nodded.

"I‘m sorry"

"Don’t be, I’m glad you called me" the girl tangled your legs together, resting her head on the pillow, "Besides, it's a full moon, no wonder you couldn't sleep"

With that being said, you hugged her back, resting your head on her chest like you always did.

And within a few minutes you were asleep, the rhythm of her heartbeat lulling you into a slumber.

-

Derbies were always rough matches, especially when it was Arsenal.

As it was now.

Grace and you were both in the starting lineup, excited to play against the gunners - some of your national teammates.

"Ready to win?" you asked Gracie, the girl already staring at you with heart eyes (which was unnoticed by you).

"Ready whenever you are" she replied, smiling - an unspoken rule to have this small conversation while you waited in the tunnel - Grace always lined up behind you.

In the first half, both teams had their chances, sadly none of Tottenhams and thankfully none of Arsenals leading to a goal.

With Katie McCabe on your side, it was rather physically exhausting, the Irish woman challenging you in more than one way. Each time, Grace saw you hitting the ground, she was about to rip Katie‘s head off, only calming down when she saw you get up right away. Yet her anger was still very much present in the break. She was holding your hand tightly, in the need of your touch to reduce her anger.

In the first few minutes after halftime, Alessia opened the score, fueling more pressure on the team for the equalizer. The game got rougher and more physical as tackles came sliding in from multiple players.

When Tottenham was awarded a corner kick and it came flying in your direction, you jumped up, trying to head it somewhere near the goal. But instead of hitting the ball, you felt another head smack against yours.

Grace watched in horror as you went down while her legs started to work on their own - sprinting towards you. Blood trickled down your forehead, making the midfielders stomach twist. Multiple people were at your side, including the Arsenal player who caused your injury. She pushed everybody aside, kneeling down next to you, "Get the fuck away from my girl" pure venom laced in her voice as she shoved the gunner away, her full attention on you and you only. You had a nasty cut on your forehead, eyes barely staying open. You could hear your favourite voice talking, but you didn‘t understand what she was saying - was she even talking to you? All you knew was that her hand was holding yours. You knew her touch. You‘d always recognize her touch - no matter what.

"Mate, what‘s your problem?!" Katie McCabe snarled, matching her attitude while pulling her on her collar. "My problem?!" Grace jumped up, her hands bloody from holding yours, "She‘s fucking bleeding"

"And? Everybody hurts themselves. It‘s a physical game after all!"

"She‘s not just anyone!" with that she shoved Katie to the floor, all her anger bubbling over. Of course, the defender was up on her feet in less than 10 seconds, starting to shove Grace around, both of them yelling at each other.

Katie had to be held back by Leah and Kim while Beth and Ashleigh pulled Grace away who was still shouting at the Irish woman.

How dare she to say anything about you?!

-

Winning the fa cup against Manchester United was amazing and something massive. Tottenham made history that day. Unfortunately, Grace wasn‘t allowed to play yet that didn’t stop her from cheering for the spurs, especially for you. When you scored the opening goal, Grace thought her heart might explode with all the pride she felt and when Marta made it 3-1 in the 89‘. The deal was settled.

After receiving your medals and the pitch-celebrations died down, the team decided to go out tonight.

When you entered the bar/club, you were met with very loud but fancy music, people dancing everywhere and a few of your mates sitting at a table chatting. Not in the mood to dance just yet, you joined them, greeting everybody before taking a seat in Grace‘s lap - nothing new.

Her mouth fell open as she almost drooled at the sight of you, "you look- wow" she breathed out, completely in love with you.

"Thank you!" you grinned, " you don‘t look bad yourself" while checking her out the best you could - but indeed, she wasn‘t looking bad, she looked gorgeous.

"Do you want a drink?" she asked, squeezing your hips.

"Yes, that would be nice" you replied, making no move to get up, "don‘t you want to ask what drink I‘d like?"

"I know you quite well by now" with that she got up before gently guiding you back down in her chair.

While Celin tried to make conversation with you, you only had eyes for the midfielder, admiring her from afar. You frowned when a lady approached her and started talking to her. Your jaw clenched, chest tightening as you glared daggers into the woman’s head. What‘s her problem? the strangers hand touched Grace‘s arm as she discreetly stepped closer. "Someone is flirting with Y/N‘s girl" one of the girls teased, your friends laughing at her joke. That comment made your jealousy grow, your hands balling into fists as you tried to keep your cool. "Aren‘t you going to do something?" Charli asked, sensing your frustration.

With a huff you got up, marching over to the beast who was talking to the beauty.

Stepping between both of them, you leaned against the counter, "hi! I‘m her girlfriend and you are?" your voice sounded firm and stern, Grace taken aback by your statement and your sudden outburst.

"Sorry" the girl was quick to flee the scene, not wanting any drama as well because she was scared and intimidated by you and your presence.

After the girl was gone, Grace grabbed your hips, pulling your back against her front, "What was that?" she asked, her voice raspy.

"That creature was flirting with you" you replied stubbornly, crossing your arms as you tried to leave her touch.

"Stop" Grace grumbled, pulling you back, "relax" she ordered softly, her arms wrapping fully around your midsection. As on cue, you melted in her embrace, letting all anger flow away.

"So, what was that?"

"What was what? I just wanted my drink" you answered yet defensively.

"None of that, it‘s me" she whispered as you intertwined your fingers, "were you jealous?"

You sighed, "yes"

The young lioness froze, she didn‘t expect you to be straight up honest with her. She knew you had never lied to her and she wouldn‘t assume that you would ever lie at her, but she indeed thought that you would avoid admitting your obvious jealousy.

"I don‘t like it when other people flirt with you" you mumbled after you had turned around, looking at her.

Not wanting to push you any further, she kissed your forehead in responds before guiding you on the dance floor.

"They‘re disgustingly cute" Charli told Celin as they watched the two of you dance.

"And obviously so in love"

[lolathestoryteller]

inquiry at breakfast (April 10th prompt; Date) @jilymicrofics

„So, Harry…“ Lily inquires, breaking the silence that hangs between them as they, including James, sit around their kitchen table, currently enjoying a late breakfast. „How’s Ginny?“

Harry, being in the middle of lifting a spoonful of cereal to his lips, instantly freezes. „Huh?“ he looks up at her with wide eyes.

James watches them, humming amusedly. „You got home pretty late last night,“ he implies. „Must’ve been a good date?“

Harry‘s cheeks could not have gotten redder if he tried. „What? That’s not—“ he shakes his head hurriedly, undoubtedly flustered. „We weren’t on a date. It was just quidditch — Ron and the others were there as well.“

Lily, despite her best efforts, can’t hold in a chuckle. „We know, darling,“ she replies mercifully, not able to watch her son‘s hopeless stammering. „We‘re just teasing you.“

„I don’t know, Lil…look at him,“ James goes on, leaning closer to Harry to study his flushed cheeks. „He‘s completely smitten with her — aren’t you, Snitch?“ he asks, wiggling his brows at his son, who looks thoroughly embarrassed.

„Dad! She’s Ron‘s sister—“

James shrugs. „Wasn’t a no, now, was it?“ he smirks.

Harry groans, dropping his head into his hands. „I really don’t want to talk about it.“ he mumbles into his sleeves.

„Oh, come on now, Harry—“

Lily raises a warning brow at her husband, silently asking him to stop teasing their poor kid. He relents, although the grin doesn’t leave his lips as he leans back in his chair.

„It’s alright, Harry,“ she says kindly, running her hand down his back. „You don’t have to worry about such things yet…it’s alright if you don’t feel ready to figure out what you’re—“

„The only thing I’m trying to figure out right now is how to make this stop.“ Harry interrupts her pleadingly.

James can’t help but chuckle as he regards his son with sympathy, remembering all too well the feeling of having such an intense crush on somebody for the first time.

He looks up at Lily, meeting the beautiful eyes of his first real crush.

Lily, in turn, hides her own laugh behind a cough. „Alright, alright, we’ll stop.“ she replies, her eyes sparkling with clear amusement as they meet James‘s above Harry‘s head —

He was right, it seems.

Their son is hopelessly, and very obviously falling for Ginny Weasley.

[yumizcorner]

What?!~

Lee know x reader

!! fluffy fluff !!

A/n: sorry for not posting much for that long. I‘ll start to also post smut again soon so please be patient and don’t hate me😭

„Your shoelaces are untied“ Minho pointed out as he walked next to you. You already new it but you couldn’t care less since you tried your best to keep up with Minho’s pace of walking. It’s not like you didn’t enjoy it anyway but when he said "it’s gonna be fun to walk around in the nature" you imagined something different.

Perhaps your best friend will slow down once you actually arrived at the forest and besides that he probably doesn’t want to be seen by fans or any other people that‘ll take pics of him so you accepted it and almost ran next to him.

„I know“ you finally answered to your best friends comment. „Tie them together again…it’s unsatisfying like that.“ you scoffed a little and shook your head. „If I would do that right now,i would be faster at home again than back at your side. Also…I’m too lazy.“ now Minho was the one who scoffed. He started to walk even faster for a second wich almost made you talk to him again but you didn’t since he turned to you then and stopped your tracks.

He bend down to your feet and started to tie your shoes again. It was a simple action,yet it melted your heart. Even tho you two knew each other for a long time and were best friends,he was still "cold" most of the time. It didn’t bother you since you knew it was some kind of barrier and he also showed his soft side to you from time to time. It was special for you that he bend down on his knees in the middle of the street just to tie your shoelaces so that you won’t trip and perhaps hurt yourself.

Once he was done,he got up again and fixed his hair a little bit. „Thanks Min“ you said softly. He started to walk again wich made you groan. „Can’t you walk a bit slower“ you breathed out your thoughts a little too loud. Lino stopped again and looked at you. „Only a few more minutes then we‘re there and then I’ll walk slower. I just don’t wanna catch too much attention you know.“ you nodded at his explanation. „I know. It’s just…I’m already so exhausted and I start getting thirsty.“ Minho smiled a bit and tried to hold back a laugh. „THATS NOT FUNNY EXCUSE YOU-“ you said in disbelief with a smile on your face too. „It isn’t funny“ he said,slowing down his laughing pace. „It’s just cute“ he mumbled,making your face turn red-ish.

You turned a little more to the side,a tiny bit of your back facing Minho since you tried to look mad but honestly you were trying to hide the obvious blush on your face in first place. You cocked your head to the side again as you felt something touching your hand. You looked down and saw how Lino‘s hand intertwined with your own. „I‘ll drag you with me now“ he said and started to walk again. You we‘re still too stunned to speak but focused quickly on walking without tripping,your worst worry,tripping for Lino,has gotten blown out of the way once you felt yourself falling completely into his touch and into his whole human being.

„You were really absent the whole entire walk.“ Minho said as you two arrived at his home again. „Oh yeah…I focused on the nature you know“ you said and plopped yourself down next to him on the couch. „Ohhhh that was why you payed so much attention when I wanted to show you the squirrel passing by“ he said ironically since he had to literally punch your arm limb to get your attention and once he had it,the squirrel was gone already. „Leave me alone“ you laughed and whined a bit. „Out of excuses?“ he said and cocked a eyebrow at you. „No not yet….I‘m just not interested in squirrels“ he let out a single laugh and then said. „Are you interested in me?“ his own eyes widened when he realized what he had said.

„What?“ you said in disbelief and looked into his eyes. „What?“ he answered and looked to the side,scratching the back of his head. A soft smile formed on your face as you were sure you heard him right. Maybe he was interested in you too. Nah you‘re perhaps just delusional again. „We should do that again sometime.“ he said after a few seconds of comfortable silence. „Yeah sure I enjoyed walking through the forest with you.“ you said and gave him a big smile. „I meant holding hands but going for a walk is nice too“ he said,giggling. „What?“ your head cocked towards him once again. „What?“ he answered in the same tone as you,smirking this time since he knew you heard him right.

[breitzbachbea]

Drabble #83

When you're a little bit out of the age range intended for Legoland Billund, you have to make your own adult fun.

Drabble Collection on Ao3 Ship: DenNor (+ Friends) Human AU/Organized Crime AU

As far as dates went, Lukas couldn’t explain. Sure, it wasn’t exactly a date, since they had their four friends at tow. And it was at Legoland Billund, but the last time he had seen Mathias had been at the fishery of Freyja’s older brother in Iceland. Any time spent together that wasn’t strictly for work reasons was precious and hard to come by these months.

“We’ll go into the haunted house, first thing,” Mathias had promised him last night unprompted. “I think you’ll like that.”

“Hoping that I’ll jump into your arms?” Lukas had asked with a raised eyebrow and the hint of a smile on his lips.

“Psssht.” Mathias snorted. “I just know you like the vibe. But you can of course jump into my arms, should something scare you.”

Right now, Mathias showed him a catalogue of the customizeable minifigure parts one could buy at the store here. He had circled the latest pieces he wanted for his collection.

Out of the corner of his eyes and at the edge of his hearing, he caught a conversation between the rest.

“Don’t you think that we‘re all a little … too old for this?” Ráfi asked.

“Oh Ráfi, relaaax,” Freja said with a smile. “It’s fine to have fun.”

“It’s good even!” Frej backed his sister up. “Not every single day in life has to be spent doing something ‘worthwhile’. A day of kicking back is healthy!” Lukas didn’t know who showed more skin between the two on this summer day.

“I can have fun, thank you very much,” Ráfi said with a small smile. “I didn’t know you like it that much.”

“It’s the best place to pick up single parents,” Freja said and Ráfi’s face fell.

“Wait, is that why you kept going on that dragon ride?”

Lukas looked to Mathias, who was still flipping through the book to find a particular hairstyle piece. The sun brought the freckles in his face out.

“Of course it is!” Freja chuckled and Frej grinned.

“It’s like it is with hunting – you’ve got to know what an animal likes, got to know what personality you’re looking for,” Frej said. “The dads with the primary school kids are about the best, but the safest bets with moms are when they’ve got at least one teenager in there – “

“I’ve grasped the concept, thank you.” Ráfi looked to Trygve. “And you? Enjoying people watching?”

“Immensely.” They looked at them, eyes hidden behind their sunglasses. “But I know that you like a spot of friendly competition, so let’s find a place that engages that, hm?”

Ráfi smiled at their friendly smile.

“Hey Mads!” Freja called. “You’re coming with us?”

“The both of you,” Frej added while his sister rolled her eyes.

“Mads!”

“Huh?” Mathias looked up from the catalogue. “What’s up?”

“Are you two coming with us?” Trygve asked. “Not sure where we’re going yet, but I’m in a mood for a friendly competition.”

“Oh! Cool!” Mads said and looked at Lukas. “I mean …”

“Is this about the Haunted House thing?” he asked him.

“Oh, wanted to go to the haunted house?” Frej asked. “For some dark magic?”

“You can go without us,” Ráfi said and pointedly ignored his comment, as did Lukas. “And we’ll meet later again.”

“But it’s the most fun with everyone!” Freja argued. “We can do one of the pirate things, us against the Norwegians. Doesn’t that sound fun, Mads?”

“Or we can try other teams!” Frej said.

“I mean, it does.” Mathias laughed but looked to Lukas again. “But … I’ve kind of made a promise last night about doing something with Lukas …”

“You’ve sat around the entire morning in the café, I’m sure he can survive not being at your side for fifteen minutes,” Freja said and spared Lukas a sweet, but completely joyless smile.

And no matter how much telling Mathias that the Haunted House thing really wasn’t this big of a deal would play into her hands, he wasn’t playing her game in the first place. And it wasn’t a big deal.

“Isn’t there a thing where you can build your own boat?” Trygve asked, a frown between their brows – what peaked through the blonde curls anyways.

“Dunno?” Frej said.

“Yeah!” Mathias had lit up. “It’s over in the Polar Land, if you mean the one where you build a boat and then race others.”

“I think I mean that one,” Trygve replied.

“You want to play that against Mister Masterbuilder over there?” Freja asked, with a look of disbelief that her brother mirrored.

“I mean, at least that’s a challenge,” Lukas said and glanced at Mathias for a second, to see if the other picked up the compliment.

The corners of his mouth twitched into a smile at Mathias’ beam that tried – and failed – to fake some humility on top of it.

“Of course not!” Trygve replied. “Mathias, you’re not coming. That’s no fair competition and I quite like fair competition.”

Ráfi couldn’t help but chuckle. “Oh, do you now?”

“Certainly, you know me! So, you can’t come, Mathias. Terribly sorry, maybe later.”

“And I don’t think it’s much fun for you to watch,” Ráfi said. “Nor very fair if you came along and helped someone, either.”

“I … I suppose?” Mathias said.

“It’s fine,” Lukas said and grabbed Mathias’ hand. “I’m taking him to the Haunted House while you do that. No big deal.”

[lemmilemura]

This is gonna be a kinda long rambly type post about TIT and Dan and Phil in general.

I can‘t sleep. Maybe it‘s my worsening sleep schedule these past few days (I blame Goro Majima), maybe it‘s the excitement of tomorrow. The fact that in less than 19 hours I‘ll be seeing Dan and Phil live. I‘ve never seen any content creator live and in person before, closest I got was getting a picture with Tom Felton a couple ears ago, 2018 I think. Sure I don‘t have any VIP or meet n greet tickets for tomorrow, but it‘s still going to be such a surreal evening.

I first started watching them during their gaming channel hiatus, maybe 2020 or 2021, I think my first video was their dog calendar which I found years after it was posted. I remember being so disappointed that I found them too late to get one myself. Now I‘m sitting here on my bed, my Dan and Phil and Cats calendar hanging above me.

So many times have I been too late to go to a show, a tour, a meet n greet. But now, finally, I‘m on time. I‘m so happy that I‘m going to the tour, and the first show nonetheless! I‘m hoping to maybe get one of the merch jackets they‘re selling, but I don‘t know if my mom will get it for me.

I‘m wondering how it‘ll go tomorrow, bringing my mom along. We‘re not native english speakers, and she struggles with it more than me, especially when the person speaking has a british accent, so that‘ll be interesting xD She also has no idea who Dan and Phil are, except the fact they‘re the guys on my calendar. She did once see me watching them in the livingroom, asked if they were the guys on my calendar, then said „They‘re together right?“ and I couldn‘t help but laugh. I told her no, they‘re not. They are both gay but not dating. I doubt she believed me.

They showed some fishnet tights in the new ‚trailer‘, which makes me think we‘ll be seeing Sister Daniel again. Makes me wonder how my mom will feel when she sees my reaction to Sister Daniel. I‘ve always loved her, I practically died when I saw the thumbnail of the Halloween baking video.

I don‘t know what I‘ll wear yet, but I do know I‘ll wear my two bracelets. They‘re those bracelets you‘re probably supposed to share with someone, being all one type of stone with one switched. I bought them at my favorite place in the world just about a month or so ago. It wasn‘t until like 15-20 minutes later, when I put them on, that I realized one was black/gray and one was orange. WAD colors. I didn‘t even get them for that reason, but I knew I was gonna wear them when I went to see them.

I practically begged my mom to get tickets. They were going live during my lunch period at school, and I remember texting my mom asking how it was going. She called me and bought them. I was so happy for the rest of the weekend. The fact that the first show was somewhere we could go, only about a 3 hour drive away, was almost magic to me. Like I was meant to go see that show. Like it was destiny. Crazy, I know.

A couple weeks ago, my mom got an advertisement e-mail by the venue. February 2025 they‘re hosting The Phantom of the Opera performances. They were expensive, but she got tickets anyway. I almost cried on the spot when she told me. POTO is one of my favorite musicals, and it is the musical I want to see the most. Sure, I love Beetlejuice and Heathers, but Phantom is Phantom! For most it‘s a once-in-a-lifetime experience.

I kinda trailed off at the end there, apologies. I‘d be shocked if anyone even read this far. If you did, thanks. If you didn‘t, that‘s okay too. I just wanted to rant for a little :)

I hope everyone has fun at TIT, and to everyone going to the Antwerp show, know I‘ll be there in the crowd somewhere :D

[nostaligianation]

it’s the body i was born with that you try to take away

it‘s the look on my face

that makes you feel a certain way

in your eyes I am just a little girl

with nothing but dumb thoughts

only just hot enough to have a little worth

a dumb little girl and all your friends are laughing

while I‘m coughing

up the cigarettes

that i smoke to numb the pain

we‘re in spain we‘re in spain

and yet i feel insane

is it so hard to be treated like a human

not feel constantly watched and observed

he could do anything he wants

and I‘d still be unheard

want to scream want to scratch

but i just keep silent

because the fear is always bigger

and I will just stay frightened

I want to fade away

don‘t want to be seen in this way

the baggy clothes is what i choose

the feeling that i’ll always lose

my voice goes deeper my gaze goes hard

let‘s try this again with a brand new start

never will i ever show weakness in front of them again

i will do pushups and run and jump and play and hide till i will no longer be too scared to fight

feeling so very unsafe in ur own existence is not a way to be

so I will choose violence over apathy

[spacedawayyy]

sometimes, it feels like i give 100% to the people that only give me back 10%. i‘ve been doing this for years and can‘t seem to figure out why. years ago, even sometimes today, i always thought i hated people. i was so convinced that i hated everyone around me, everyone on this earth, that i would purposely cut myself off from everyone around me. it didn‘t have to be locking myself in my room for days, which yes i did quite a lot, but it also came in ways like being around people but mentally not being there, like not participating in conversations, not putting in an effort to actually get along with people, instead, i kinda just let everything pass by. because i didn‘t care. because i thought i hated everyone. but i came to the realisation a while ago that, infact, i don‘t hate people. i just hated the way they treated me in the past. i actually love people. i love making people laugh. i love laughing with them. i love dancing with other people. i love cooking with other people. i love relating with other people over different things, coming to the conclusion that we‘re all not that different from each other at all. i actually want to live a life with people that i love and adore, i crave a community to live with, and i want life to be all about connection with other people. while i enjoy my alone time, i appreciate times with people that make me feel good almost even more. maybe that‘s why i always give 100% to people. i don‘t want to loose anyone, because i enjoy feeling connected. i feel like i have so much love to give for others, and i don‘t know why the people themselves sometimes don‘t see all that. i feel like they take my love for granted. i give 100% to people because i enjoy making them feel good, even though most people in my life didn‘t do that for me. at all. i give them all my love because in my opinion, giving love to people is the most important thing. receiving love is also as important, and maybe that‘s a thing i still need to learn.

all i know is that, even when people wronged me in the past and didn‘t appreciate the love that i had for them, i won‘t change my behaviour of giving love to people, only because some people were just blind as fuck. i will continue to make people feel good, because even though i don‘t fully believe it yet, i know that it‘ll come back to me someday. it just hurts my heart sometimes.

[corpse-destroyer69]

„whoah whoah kiddo calm down doll.“ *Mary pulled her back a little, her little outburst unforeseen for him as he frowned at her. What‘s up with that?“ *Mary asked, genuinely puzzled. This was so unlike Kiddo, she was a sweet and shy girl, barely able to keep eye contact and yet here she was, shouting at Kins for no apparent reason in his eyes.*

„Oops i guess someone‘s jealous.“ *Kins retorted laughing.*

„Sorry are you dating? I didn’t mean to get between you or anything.“ *She pointed with her finger to the both of them.*

*Mary‘s answer came as fast as a gunshot, maybe a bit too fast for Kiddo‘s sensitive feelings.*

„No no no absolutely not. We‘re not dating.“ *He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, his cheeks heating up ever so slightly.*

you‘re the worst drummer we ever had!!!

yeah? you’re the worst singer we’ve ever had, dipshit! go fuck off and play with another band. ruin their reputation.

[lale-txt]

♡ DILFS DILFS DILFS: fastening a necklace, leaning in close w/ Smoker & gn!reader

a/n: requested by both @eustasssimp & a person who asked to be anonymous <3 my heart is so soft for this man and i was so excited to write him for this event (not the last time, hehe). get you a man who is rough on the outside but caring and gentle on the inside. this fic is very fluff and sfw, just a tiny, tiny bit suggestive in the end but really nothing explicit!

word count: 900

„We‘re going to be late for dinner, Smoker.“

You muster your partner up and down with an amused smile as he combs his wet hair from one side to the other, two cigars hanging from his lips as usual. Fresh out of the shower, he was wearing nothing but a towel wrapped loosely around his hips — much to your delight. 

„Good. I‘m not in the mood for those old sacks anyway.“

Smoker takes a long drag on his cigars and looks at you through the big bathroom mirror. His eyes were nothing but warm and full of adoration when they rested on you, taking you all in like the masterpiece that you are. You lean in the doorframe, fully dressed for a night out; the Marines were hosting a big dinner party for the higher ups and their spouses and while you never were a fan of those oppulent functions, no one loathed them more like Smoker did.

„Come on. At least the food is always really nice there. And we can steal away before dessert…“ 

You wrap your arms around him from behind, kissing the scars on his broad back gently as you feel him relaxing under your touch; the tension in his shoulders and his jaw seems to disappear magically the longer you hold him, his breath not as sharp as it was seconds ago. Smoker‘s heart was nothing but soft for you.

„Tempting…“, he mumbles under his breath as you continue your kissing spree, not leaving out a single inch of his back until you need to stand on your tiptoes to reach the back of nis neck. You let out a surprised gasp and almost lose your balance when he suddenly spins around, his arms quick to catch you before you fall over; and a heartbeat later his lips find yours, kissing you with devotion and the unspoken promise that his love for you was forever.

None of you wants to break the kiss first, the desire to just stay like this all night was high, even more from Smoker‘s side, but eventually you need to catch your breath and be the voice of rationality for once, or otherwise the two of you won‘t ever leave the house tonight. 

„The sooner we get there, the sooner we can leave, you know?“ 

You try to keep a stern voice but it breaks into a giggle at the end of your sentence as Smoker was kissing down your neck, his big hands resting on your back, holding you close to him. The fact that he is wearing nothing except the towel isn‘t helping your situation either. You playfully try to shove him away, only to find yourself being pulled closer into his embrace, his face buried in the crook of your neck.

„I love you.“ 

Three words so simple, not the first time you heard them from him, and yet the warm shivers running down your spine were still there, his hoarse voice pulling right on your heart strings. Sometimes all of this felt like a sweet, sweet dream. 

His hair is still wet when you stroke the back of his big neck with your fingertips, drawing small circles onto his skin as you sink deeper into his arms; two souls colliding in their own little universe.

Your plan to get to the dinner in time crumbles with every heartbeat you‘re standing entangled like that and you can‘t help but sigh, which makes Smoker laugh softly and kiss your neck one last time before he finally goes and gets dressed, not without complaining quietly about it and mentioning something about looking forward to dessert at home. You chuckle and rummage around in your jewelry box meanwhile, looking for a finishing touch to your outfit when you find the perfect addition to it. It drags your heart straight down memory lane.

You fumble around with the clasp of your necklace; the one Smoker got you for your birthday a few years ago, back when you weren‘t officially dating yet but heavily flirting at every encounter, smooching in dark corners, hands all over each other, a red string of fate pulling you closer and closer together with every kiss shared. 

Smoker appears behind you again; he is wearing his work attire, not bothering to wear a shirt underneath it as usual. When he notices you struggling with the clip, he gently brushes your hair to the side, kissing the back of your neck softly as he takes both ends of the necklace into his big hands. You smile and hold still while he fastens it for you, enjoying the feeling of his fingertips brushing over your skin, his face so close you can feel his beard stubbles tickling you. 

„And you still wanna go? I can get us takeout instead and we can slip out of those clothes… and you could wear nothing but that necklace like back then when we—“

You laugh and shut him up with a kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him close. His charm is clearly working on you and he knows. You can feel him smiling against your lips when you finally cave in.

„Okay, but I want double fries and boba, and also you gotta call someone and let them know we‘re not coming. I don‘t want old man Garp walking in on us again, one time was more than enough.“

[shiroichiban]

Aaron T being head over heels for the reader (Female) and it’s just fluff

me not realising my ask box was open but this ask is just too damn good to pass up, we need more aaron content and I am here to deliver! sorry for not being able to deliver too well female reader part though since my writing style just flows better with gender neutrality 😗 (also yes the 4Town members are teenagers and all attending high school in my fics because i can’t for the life of me write them as adults when they look like that)

Aaron T x Reader

you were quietly reading a book that was due for your english assignment tomorrow on the front steps of your school as you waited for your parents to come pick you up. it was wednesday so they had to work a bit later, meaning they had to pick you up a bit later. but you didn’t mind since you always had a welcome distraction come your way, “in about three… two… and one.” you mumbled as you stared down at your watch before lifting your gaze to the school doors as they swung open to reveal your so-called ‘distraction’.

“hey!! how’s my favorite girl!” aaron t smiled as he bounded his way towards you in what looked like a mix of a bunny hop and running, it was cute how energetic he always was even after school. you smiled at him before extending your arm out, gesturing for him to sit next to you like always. it had become somewhat of a routine for him to join you after school every wednesday, your schedules coincided with you being picked up late and him having no rehearsals on the same day.

“what’cha reading?” he asked cutely as he tilted his head to the side to stare at what you were reading at, “ugh mister adams’ reading assignment? i haven’t even comprehended that yet!” he pouted cutely, resting his chin on your shoulder, “is it any good?”

“mm… as good as a school sanctioned reading assignment gets.” you shrugged causing the brunette to groan and immediately pull out what you know to be his ‘lyric notebook’. “then don’t focus on that and listen to this new rap i came up with! it’s way better than any old classic book mister adams makes us read!” without waiting for your reply he immediately starts drumming a beat on his lap as the lyrics flow out of his mouth and you find yourself nodding along. aaron t was genuinely talented when it came to rap lyrics and you could never say no when offered to listen to them, in fact you felt honoured that you were the first one he ran his demo lyrics by.

after finishing with an exaggerated breath he looked at you excitedly, “well? well?! what did you think!” whenever he got all excited like this he resembled an extremely excited puppy to a t. “it was great!” you smiled as you gently patted him on the head which immediately made him go into overdrive, “alright! y’know i wrote this with you in mind so i tried to make it extra cool!” he looked so proud of himself while clearly asking for you to praise him it was adorable.

“hm, you tried to be cool but you came off more cute to me.” you said teasingly, making him gasp dramatically, “well maybe i was trying to be cute for you!” aaron t exclaimed this while leaning his head on your shoulder, “i’d say it definitely worked!” with this revelation he looked satisfied as he then moved to sit closer to you, “y’think it’ll work for the new song?”

“any kind of rap you do works for your songs t.” you reassured him gently, giving him a little pat on the head which made him smile as he made a little excited sound before lifting his head from your shoulder, just then a small ring resounded from the inside of his bag, taking his phone out he opened it and you could glimpse a small text message but not make out what it said.

whatever it was though made t upset really quickly as he pouted and looked at you, “aw man we‘re getting a last minute practice session in.” he mumbled disappointedly before his eyes lit up again, “kiss me on the cheek for good luck?”

laughing at how cute he was in the moment, the sun slowly setting behind you and t giving you the sweetest puppy dog eyes as he asked for kisses you couldn’t help but nod. “close your eyes.” you said and he followed obediently, gently you leaned in and pressed a small peck to his lips making him gasp as his eyes shot open when he pulled away to look at you.

“I gave you one on the lips for extra luck so break a leg at practice ok?” you smiled which immediately had the boy jumping up and down happily to the point you thought he was gonna do a spontaneous backflip or something, not that you doubted he would but you just worried that he would hurt himself. “alright, alright t calm down, don’t you need to get to practice?”

“oh right, that!” he immediately grabbed his bag before looking at you one more time with the biggest grin on his face, “once we see each other tomorrow you’re gonna give me more kisses for doing a good job right?” you almost wanted to burst out laughing at the fact that he was negotiating for more kisses now of all times, “i will, i will, i promise.” you smiled, “now get going before you’re late!” making quick shooing motions with your hands the boy took off down the sidewalk and you had to witness him almost fall on his face twice.

-

it was a bit later at night when you suddenly got a text from aaron z,

did you give him… sugar or something?

immediately flashing back to your kiss on the staircase you smiled and replied,

‘no something a little better 😚’

EUGH, was aaron z’s immediate reply afterwards. safe to say your boyfriend was a menace at practice that day.

[anantaru]

IMPORTANT, this is going to be long (re. complaining about writers/quality of fics):

i‘m going to touch on that subject just this once (the people who follow me know i normally dislike any form of discourse strongly) because of numerous asks i got about a post that has being going around regarding the "current" genshin writers content being lazy and bluntly said, bad.

i‘m not going to link the post here because i don‘t want to give that person any attention at all since i‘m pretty sure that‘s the only thing they‘re trying to achieve. In my honest opinion they sounded pretty desperate, as if they’re mad their works don’t get enough votes etc. Also the fact they said stuff like that on a spam account??? i suppose they were scared of posting it on their real account which is plain embarrassing and literally blows my mind. Their wording kinda looked familiar to me too which freaks me even more out and makes me want to softblock every single person because i‘m just plain scared of being mutuals with a piece of dirt like that. more under the cut.

so what they pointed out was that most writers re-use adjectives and that most posts sound like they‘re coming out of a factory. When i got that post of them sent into my askbox i read through it and i felt heavily targetted since i post a lot and focus more on headcanons which are naturally shorter. I‘m going to say this once:

-> i, yoru, in no way think i‘m a SUPER DUPER talented writer with outstanding skills etc. like i never ever said that. People who follow me know exactly that i only write for funsies and because i‘m bored. I have huge respect and admiration for writers who write longer fics that are like 10k+ words long like jesus, you guys fucking rock! i could never because i prefer writing headcanons and i‘m not the best at writing things which need build up which is again, totally okay!

i don‘t have to be good at this, for fucks sake this is tumblr, we‘re all just a bunch of people on this platform who‘re horny for that 2d dick and just write our thoughts out and have fun thirsting over them, or at least that‘s what i thought so.

when i write, i do it because i love it, i might be bored or even horny and type out what i‘m thinking about at the moment and once i‘m done i feel a huge seratonin boost, i love writing. I don‘t care if you like my stuff or not, quite frankly you can just block my account. It‘s sad to see that so many adults on here are the most immature bunch i have seen in my entire life it‘s honestly concerning.

you‘re a grown adult, why do you care about what another person writes? Like jesus fucking christ get a life, why are you so pressed. Honestly when i read that person‘s post i bursted out laughing at first, they sounded so desperate for attention and likes/votes whatever which they probably don‘t get on their fics lolol. They weren‘t even saying that from their real account, but from a shitposting one which only implies on how fucking embarrassing their ass is.

not to mention that they even said "some writers might buy interactions on their posts" bruh what? do you even listen to yourself. How dare you just disregard someone‘s work like that. You claim you‘re a writer yourself yet the way you‘re acting just implies you‘re an awful human being with no morals or anything else. Get a fucking life, leave writers alone and let them write whatever their heart desires, it‘s not that deep so stop making it deep.

in the end i‘m just speechless and weirded out, if i softblock any of my moots its because i‘m growing paranoid, the fact that their wording kinda looked similar as if i‘ve seen it before is freaking me out so fucking much.

before i leave this one last thing -> If you got a problem with a writer, BLOCK THEM.

[skipper1331]

best friends sister // Alessia Russo

a/n: based off this request.

Alessia Russo.

Y/n Toone.

Two people.

One mutual contact.

Best friend - sister.

One common rule in the world: never date your best friends little sister.

And: never date your sisters best friend.

Simple? You might think.

Alessia Russo fell in love with you ages ago.

You fell in love with Alessia Russo years ago.

-

"Hi" shy Lessi smiled as you opened the door, "you look nic-" as the blonde was about compliment you, her chaotic best friend stumbled down the stairs. "Less! Hi, i‘m ready to go" the young girl said before she grabbed her purse, "we‘re out shopping" your sister told you as she pressed a sloppy kiss to your cheek, "ew" your hand wiped away the spit of Ella as she grinned cheekily, linking her arm with Lessi. How i wish that i could kiss her, Alessia daydreamed, red colour covering her cheeks. When Ella pulled her out your shared flat, the italian turned around one last time to look at you, smiling shyly as you waved a good bye.

"why does she have to be so beautiful?" you muttered under your breath, closing the door. Your hand still rested on the door knob, your head falling against the wooden material with a quiet thud.

-

Movie night.

Sitting on the couch with popcorn on your lap, you had a brunette, known as annoying big sister, on your left and you had a blonde, known as a lovely girl, on your right.

20 minutes into the third movie of Pitch Perfect, you heard loud breathing next to you - Ella in dreamland. She could never go through a movie marathon without falling asleep.

As you went to grab more popcorn, too occupied by the movie to notice another hand in the bowl, you shrieked lightly when you felt something warm touch your hand. Ella stirred a little yet didn‘t wake up, drool running further down her chin. "Sorry" you mumbled, cheeks flushing red. "No, i‘m sorry, i wasn‘t looking. Please" Alessia pulled her hand out of the bowl, signing to you that you should take popcorn first. Smiling at her you grabbed a hand full, the blonde going back in as it was her turn now. The two of you fell in a quiet conversation about the movie and the characters as you still watched it. At some point, you rested your head against Alessias shoulder, her body tensed as she got flustered mess, heart racing, skin on fire. She didn‘t know what came over her - where the confidence came from but when she saw your hand resting openly on the blanket she interwined your hands. Nobody dared to say a word or let their eyes leave the tv, your cheeks covered in a blush, lopsided smiles plastered on your face as you simply enjoyed the moment.

Who knows If it‘ll ever come again?

-

The two best friends were in the living room of your apartment as they sat comfortable on the couch, each of them a glass of wine in their hand as you walked down the stairs all dressed up. Alessias breath hitched as she saw you, you look absolutely stunning. Out of reflex, she stood up, eyes wandering over your body, dotting around your curves until the blue orbs stopped at your face. "Wow" she said star struck, she couldn‘t believe the sight she had in front of her, "where are ya goin‘?" the older Toone asked as she eyed you skeptically, "i‘ve got a date" you stated while looking directly at Alessia. Her whole face fell at the word 'date', feeling as she was punched in the gut. The wine glass slipped out of her hand, shattering on the floor, her eyes not leaving yours. "D-date?" it took everything in her not to cry, she felt so hurt.

"Clumsy girl!" Ella laughed, herself standing up to get a broom to sweep up the broken pieces. She didn‘t realize what was happening in front of her eyes - her best friend just got her heart broken.

You left without looking back.

You didn‘t mean to hurt her in any kind of way - she looked sad when you left but why?

-

"Hello?" you answered the phone in the middle of the night.

"My pretty lady, hi" a sweet voice said - the voice you knew so well, the voice that followed you into your dreams. "Lessi?" you asked anyways, your brain not in its full function that early. "No it‘s Alessia Russo, Tooneys best friend" she clarified giggling. "I know who you are- why are you calling me" you looked at your alarm before you continued "at 2am?" she sighed theatrically, "just wanted to hear your sexy morning voice, i guess"

"Lessi are you drunk?"

"Absolutely! HA!" she laughed, jumping up and down at the location she was at.

"Where are you?"

"Hmmm, not gonna tell you"

"Alessia!" your voice got louder and stern. You didn‘t want her to get lost while she was drunk. She was already clumsy sober you didn‘t want to find out what happens If you let her wander around alone and drunk.

"Baby, one day you‘re screaming that"

ignoring her coment, you searched for an app on your phone. Your sister was heavingly annoying but right now you were more than thankful that she had installed a tracking app in case of an emergency - Lessi’s location included. Within minutes you were out of the house, sitting in your car as you drove to the destination.

As you saw the blonde happily jumping around near a club, your heart felt relief - she seemed to be fine. "Less" you said, stepping out of your car, walking towards her.

She threw herself on you, arms flying around your body as she contently greeted you, "looking absolute gorgeous, babygirl"

"What‘re you doing here?!"

"drinking and dancing!" she held her cup with some liquid in the air as she cheered. "Oh my- Lessi" your arm went around her waist as she stumbled over her own feet- not clear If it was the alcohol or her clumsiness.

Finally, buckled in the car seat, you took a seat behind the steering wheel. The radio was playing as you drove home, Ella at Joe‘s. The italian in no condition to be left alone. The whole way she brabbled about something as you occasionally answered with a humm.

At home, you gave her some of your clothes, helping her change.

Something was on her mind as she walked around the kitchen island with a deep frown on her face after she drank the glass of water which you had handed her. "Ya alright?" you asked, blocking her way. She marched over to the living room, standing at the exact same spot, she had stood once before - not enjoying it at all. "You had a date" she stated, "you had a fucking date!" her mood taking a turn, "you had a fucking date and I wasn‘t invited"

Utterly confused you asked, "What?"

"Why didn‘t you ask me?"

"On a date?"

"Yes" her face held the same sadness it had a few days ago when you saw her that night, "my heart shattered in more pieces than that stupid wine glass" she admitted, a single tear slipping out of her eyes.

"Alessia, what‘re you-"

"Stop talking!" with quick steps she was in front of you, walking you back in the kitchen as she trapped your body between her own and the kitchen island, her arms on either side of it, "i want you to be mine" she mumbled against your lips, an inch away, the smell alcohol hitting your nostrils. "I don‘t want you going out on dates, i don‘t want to know that someone else is making you blush - it has to be me! You have to be mine, please"

"Lessi, you‘re drunk, you won‘t remember any of this in the morning" you told her, breaking your own heart. The day finally came where she reciprocated your feelings and admitted it and know you had to tell her that it were drunk slurs.

"This isn‘t the alcohol!" her voice grew loud, "fucking hell"

You closed your eyes, inhaling deeply as you kind of soaked in the moment, "tell me in the morning and i‘m yours" you whispered, still with your eyes shut.

"Fine, i will" with an ease she picked you up and carried you to your bed, maybe she wasn‘t as clumsy as she was when she was sober. You were about to say something before she put her finger to your lips, shushing you, "don‘t say anything, baby, you’re sleeping in my arms - end of discussion"

Flopping on the free side of the bed, the striker made herself comfortable before she pulled you into her hold. It was new for both of you yet so familiar.

The two of you fell asleep within seconds, sleeping better than ever.

-

You were the first one up, strong arms wrapped around your body and gentle breaths hitting the nape of your neck. Turning in her hold, you took the chance to admire her, she looked so cute. It wasn‘t a rare sight for you per se, she‘s at your home all the time but something about her laying in your bed, holding you tight made it much more special.

You had to break the moment, though. If she really wants you, she would know without the clue of you being in her arms. You wanted to know: were it just slurs?

Slowly, you entangled your body, the blonde grumbling as nothing was in her arms yet still sleeping. you made your way down to the kitchen, starting to make breakfast as music was softly playing in the background. In your own mind, you didn‘t hear her come down the stairs, messy hair, cheeks puffed from last night. Her head hurt like shit, "mornin‘" she greeted, taking a seat on the stool. Wordlessly, you placed a glass of water in front of her, pills next to it.

"Thank you"

You hoped she would say something, say something about last night, about what she admitted.

In the meantime, she played with her glass, counting the left over water droplets, "you know," she started, the empty glass on the counter, "i still want you to be mine"

Your movements stopped, everything just stopped.

"I‘m sorry for last night but not for what i said, i remember everything and if my mind isn‘t playing some games, you‘re mine now" she walked around the island, confidence radiating from her body. Like last night, her arms wrapped around your smaller frame with her forehead resting against your own, "say yes, please. I can‘t stand a day with the knowledge you‘re going out with other people"

Your heart fluttered at her gentle touch, skin burning, "yes"

-

Ella didn‘t know a thing about the two of you, her best friend and little sister - girlfriends.

The last few months had been the happiest of your life, Alessia was an angel, treated you like a royalty, kissed you like you were her forever.

"Baby," the striker looped her arms around your waist from behind as she pressed soft kisses to the side of her neck, "looking stunning as always"

"Lessi" you giggled, interwining your hands as you swayed around, "my pretty girl, amore, the prettiest"

Both of you heard the door open way to late as a loud Ella Toone barged in, "Hi!" she yelled, you jumped away from Alessia, her hands leaving your body as she turned around to the cupboard, "oh hi Less" the Mancunian smiled, not seeing the interaction Alessia had with her little sister, "what‘re you doing here?" she asked instead

"Came to suprise you!" the italian lied, out of the matter of fact, the thing you had was something new and private, nobody knew. And to be honest, neither of you knew how Ella would react. Would she support you? Would she be angry?

-

"Oi! What‘s that?" Ella asked as the three of you sat like so often on the couch, her thumb flew to your neck, rubbing over the reddish mark. Lessi‘s hickey. Your hand swatted Tooney‘s away, holding your neck as a slight hiss left your throat. Alessia chocked on air - she got carried away last night when you visited her, "burnt myself with the curling iron" you stuttered, trying to cover your flustered and caught self.

"Are ya turning into clumsy-Lessi?" she laughed, smacking your thigh, amused by her own joke.

Thankfully, Ella didn‘t realize that there were no curls in your hair.

-

"What are you wearing?" your sister asked her best friend as they sat in the coffee shop.

Confused, the striker looked down at herself, "a hoodie?"

"From whom?"

Just now, Alessia realized it wasn‘t her own - yours. It was the first thing she saw this morning and in her groggy morning state she didn‘t recognized that it was yours. "Looks likes Y/ns" the midfielder added to her question as she took a sip.

"Uh! It‘s not yours?"

"No?"

"Oh shit. The other day when i waited for you, i grabbed it 'cause it looked so cozy, didn‘t know it was hers" she rambled.

"Nah, no worries. We‘re family"

Alessia gulped, oh gosh, how is she ever gonna tell her best friend that she’s in love let alone in a relationship with her little sister?

-

It went on like this for half a year, Ella didn‘t know a thing. Both of you felt bad lying to her but on the other side you didn‘t know what to do.

Alessia loved you.

You loved Alessia.

And the two of you cared so much about Ella and her opinion. So every day that passed, the harder it got for you, the more your heart broke.

"Lessi, i don‘t want to her find out about us, i wanna tell her and everyone" you mumbled in her chest. "I know, baby, me too" she kissed your forehead with so much love as she held you close, "I promise we will tell her soon"

-

"Oh Less, hi? tooney asked as she opened the door.

"Can I come in?" the blonde asked, fists balling as she tried to stay calm.

"Sure! Ya don‘t have to ask"

In a firm voice, she told her bestie, "We need to talk about something" Ellas face growing pale, the striker never one to be this serious, "yeah sure, let‘s take a seat" she signaled to the couch, yet Alessia didn‘t move, "is your sister here?" ske asked instead.

"Yeah, she’s in her room. What is going on?"

"Y/n!" Alessia shouted so you would come down. She didn‘t talk to you about what she was about to do, what she was going to admit but she didn‘t want to lie to her best friend another day and she didn‘t want to hide her feelings for you either.

As you patted down the stairs, you saw your girlfriend with a determined expression on her face and a confused sister sitting on the couch. "Hi" you greeted. Nonetheless that she had a clenched jaw, she grabbed your hand in a gentle manner, pulling you in front of the couch where Ella was sitting.

"I‘m dating your sister" the italian stated firmly. As Ella was about to say something, she cut her off, "before you say something: i love her. And i know sisters are a no-go but i couldn‘t help myself." her voice grew shaky at the so thought end, "please don‘t hate me" she whispered as she looked at Ella who had an unreadable expression on her face. Shamefully, you looked to the ground, squeezing Lessi’s hand: you‘re with her.

Ella didn‘t say anything - she needed to gather her thoughts. After 5 minutes, you were a nervous mess, the same as your girlfriend, "Ella, we‘re so sorry. It- it just happened" you explained, trying to save the situation.

Like a robot, the young lioness stood up from the couch, both of you inhaling sharply, "I‘m so happy!" she exclaimed, arms swinging over your bodies, pulling you in a bear hug. You didn't expect that reaction but were more than happy with it, "that‘s so cool! My little sister and best friend! Less, you’re gonna be my sister-in-law"

Sighing in relief, you felt at peace, all the nerves washing off your body, "You’re not mad?" Less asked to be sure.

"Nah! i love this"

And she meant it when she said it, maybe she didn‘t know about it from very first day and as obvious as she can be, Ella saw your and Alessias mood change over the last few moths, both of you seemed much more happy and at peace. Even If she couldn‘t connect the dots, she was now your biggest supporter.

She sailed the ship Russo-MiniToone.

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PARK YOU

CHAPTER 41 | one step forward and three steps back (written)

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warning(s): fluff seasoned with the occasional angsty thoughts, two absolute idiots, (very few) sexual jokes, one (?) curse word

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“let‘s go on a date,“ he had said.

“what?“ y/n.

“we can post pics on twitter and if we‘re lucky someone from school will see us together,“ he had said. it had made sense.

“ugh, fine,“ a sigh, “but don‘t think I‘ll enjoy it.“

“I won‘t either.“

liars. both of them.

it felt like her heart had grown a beak and a pair of wings. it picked at the lock and tried to squeeze through the cage of ribs as she sat there in the library. her eyes darted around nervously, not focusing on the homework that was spread out on the desk. she was convinced that her heart was beating into a megaphone, the amplified sounds reaching every student's ears and telling them the truth. the truth of how she came to sit there for two hours, anxiously doing anything but her homework and waiting for her fake boyfriend to finish practice to take her to an equally fake date. it had been just yesterday that they had shown up at school with their hands intertwined. the stares they had elicited had continued well on to the next day. strangers she didn‘t know had come up to her, trying to pry the full story out of her but like a knight on a white horse jay showed up every time without fail and swept her away.

it was quite simple really. all she had to do was go on this date with him, not act like she hated him when there werr people around– or more accurately: pretend that she wasn‘t pretending, seeing that he had made her lose her grip and fall down to the pits of fiery desire – and act like she was struck by cupid himself (again: she didn‘t need to take on a career of an actress for this).

she was drumming her fingers on the table and tapping her feet. she kept on glancing at her phone, the last digit changing with every passing minute but it felt like time had been slowed down, a minute in the real world ten in this altered one. if the fakeness of this date scratched even just the surface of the halfway mark of lia‘s behavior then she should have no reason to be nervous. yet she couldn‘t help the stampede taking place inside her heart.

it was thirty seconds later. she sighed. she had to calm down and seem chill when he texted her. she didn‘t want to risk seeming like she was actually excited about this. which she wasn‘t. of course. after fifteen seconds she checked the time again and still no text. the clock struck six. should she pack her things or wait? a minute later still nothing. what if he stood her up? what if this was just some cruel joke to embarrass her, to see if she would actually be willing to go on this date with him. she, the kid everyone knew as the weird harry potter obsessed cat girl who tended to hiss at people and make a fuss if jay even as much as glanced at her. she‘d have deserve it.

the screen flashed bright. she gave a start and snatched her phone, the girl sitting at the opposite table granting her a judging stare.

I‘m finished. where are you?

the library

omw

no wait let‘s meet at the entrance

this bitch, y/n thought at his audacity of leaving her on read. how long would it take him to come up here? she grabbed her things in a hurry and stuffed them into her bag. she brushed her hands over her hair to smooth it down and straightened her clothes. she headed straight for the door in hopes that she might not meet him here where there were so many people but she came to an abrupt halt as she almost collided with someone‘s chest. damn, jay was fast.

“hey,“ she tried to laugh the awkward tension away.

“hi,“ he breathed. a soft smile adorned his face. cute.

“let‘s get going.“ y/n accepted his hand. her mind went hundreds of miles per hour whenever they held hands. her palm fit in his very well oddly enough but she tensed up so much that it still managed to feel unnatural. warmth spread through every fiber of her body like gas trying to fill up a space. it left no part of her empty, rising up to her heart and warming it like a blanket on a rough winter‘s day.

trying not to smile was a real challenge. but wait! who said she couldn‘t? it would be more suspicious if she were to walk around with a frown. she let herself relax a little and the corners of her mouth automatically rose up.

he opened the door on the passenger seat of his tesla and she mumbled a surprised thank you. she quickly checked in the mirror if her embarrassment was showing on her cheeks and it did. she turned to look outside the window during the ride but she couldn‘t help her eyes wandering back to him. she‘d love to say he dressed especially nice for their date but jay wasn‘t known as a fashionista for nothing. he was wearing a white turtleneck, a grey half opened button up on top. his pants had a loose fit and were of a dark blue shade. the whole outfit was held together by a same color belt. his side profile was all sharp edges and angles. y/n dared say – or didn‘t actually – that his side view even surpassed what was to be seen from the front.

“you‘re staring,“ he remarked.

she quickly averted her eyes. “you have something on you face.“

“it‘s called handsomeness.“

she scoffed at his outrageous claim. he was right, of course, but this remark made it easier for her to shift her attention away from him again.

“you never told me where we‘re going.“

“oh, right. I thought we could go grab something to eat first and watch a movie afterwards.“

“are you asking me to netflix and chill?“

he laughed. “I see what you think of me but no. I heard that lia is going to be there so this might be a good opportunity for us.“

“wait, lia?“ y/n's throat closed up.

jay sensed her body going rigid, put his hand on her thigh and squeezed it reassuringly.

“it‘s okay. I won‘t let her hurt you again.“

his hand seemed to burn through the fabric of her pants. their eyes met for a moment and she could feel her heart skipping a beat.

impatient honking tore through the silence and jay quickly pulled away and saw that the stop light had indeed gone green. the red he had stopped at had now transferred to his cheeks. he was trying his best not to make this whole ordeal awkward but it was like his body disobeyed him in her presence. it would act on its own and his mind and heart would have to deal with the consequences later. all he wanted was to make her feel comfortable and safe.

he took her to a small but incredibly adorable bistro in town. she had expected him to have reserved a table at some fancy restaurant where a napkin was worth more than what she would get if if she sold her arm on the black market. she should’ve judged jay better.

the bistro was managed by an old lady with pastel pink hair like cotton candy and y/n decided that‘s what she wanted to look like when she got older.

“thank you, mrs. jeon.“ jay bowed his head as she placed their beverages on the table and smiled affectionately.

“it‘s been a while since I last saw you, jongseong. I almost feared you had gotten tired of coming to see this old lady. but I should have put more faith in you, after all, you used to come here almost everyday."

he looked flustered. “I could never get tired of coming here. especially since you do indeed make the bests mac n cheese in entire country.“ mrs. jeon laughed heartily.

“there is so much delicious food to choose from and yet you still order from the kids menu. It‘s been, what, seven years since you‘ve been coming here but you never seem to get tired of getting the same thing. and it‘s also the first time you showed up in company.“ her kind eyes now fixed on y/n. “who is this lovely lady you brought here? is she your girlfriend?“

y/n almost choked on her iced tea. “no, ma‘am, we‘re just– “

just what? she thought about it. they could hardly consider themselves friends but they weren‘t really dating either so what was she supposed to say?

“you guessed right.“ jay enclosed her hand in his, “we‘re dating.“

y/n looked at him confounded, in hopes of conveying the sentiment of what the fuck are you doing but he didn‘t mind her.

mrs. jeon clapped her hands together so excitedly that y/n couldn‘t bring herself to correct him. her eyes were overcast with joy and, oh, how it would break her fragile heart if they told her the truth.

“congratulations! I am so happy for you, jongseong, and a pretty one she is at that, too. I bet she is just as smart as you are. my dear, you have such an intelligent look in your eyes. I am just so glad my little jongseong finally found someone to make him happy. he used to sit here eating his mac n cheese all sad and alone. I hope you can be each other‘s joys for a long time.“

“mrs. jeon,“ jongseong whined.

“ah, I‘m sorry, my love, I must be embarrassing you. I just can‘t help being exhilarated at the thought of you having someone by your side now. you used to look like an abandoned cat whenever you came in but when I saw you walking through that door just then your eyes sparkled with life. it's the same look you had whenever you‘d talk about that girl in your class. oh,” she stopped herself, eyes widening in realization. “silly me. I am rambling again, don‘t mind me. I‘ll leave you two lovebirds alone now.“ she ruffled jay‘s hair and left.

he had turned as white as the wall next to him and had slowly redacted his hand. he seemed mortified. his blown wide pupils were shaking as he intensely stared at the ground. y/n wasn‘t sure if she understood what mrs. jeon had been talking about. the idea of jay crushing on someone felt like a low blow to her stomach even though she had no right to be jealous. she was the one who had pushed him away first. claiming to hate him had seemed easier than to love him.

jay walked through the world with lots of pride and confidence so to see him seemingly shaken by mrs. jeon revealing this crush was strange. it made her feel bad. she didn‘t want to have to see his frown.

“mrs. jeon seems quite fond of you.“ jay‘s face immediately brightened at the mention of the old lady. he exhaled a sigh of relief. I didn't matter if y/n actually didn‘t know or just pretended not to, he was grateful. a soft smile played on his lips.

“she practically raised me. I used to come here everyday after school and she‘d make me mac n cheese and no matter how much I protested she always gave me a muffin on the house too. I sometimes helped her out in the kitchen. actually, that is how I discovered my passion for cooking. shs is truly an incredible woman and has shown me nothing but kindness and respect. this is place is very special to me.“ and he had decided to bring her here.

“she seems lovely.“ y/n meant it. he nodded.

“but why did you have to tell her I was your girlfriend? I fear she might be hiding a ring in my food now.“ jay laughed.

“it was a great way to practice authenticity. I‘m sure we‘ll be having to use that line a couple of times. also, you never know who is listening. and don‘t worry! if you were to choke on the ring I‘d remember to publish all the writing wasting away on your computer.“ she tilted her head.

“what...“ she raised her eyebrow. “how do you know about my writing?“ her writing was a topic she never even discussed with her friends, too insecure they might think it was horrible. she preferred to keep it to herself and let no one else join her in her little bubble.

“you accidentally shared one of your documents with me.“

she facepalmed. “which one?“

“it was the short story about the aristocratic dog and the stray cat who run away together to france to open up a bookstore by the louvre. I was astonished by how real and raw the characters felt. the storyline had me tearing up and I don‘t even have the words to describe how much I loved your writing style. you are depriving the world of a beautiful masterpiece by keeping it hidden.“ he was being dead serious.

y/n couldn’t help the tears welling in her eyes. she had never even once thought that she was good enough and that anyone would even be interested in reading her stuff. she must have accidentally shared it with him while editing at 4 am. not only had he read the thing in its entirety but he had also liked it and had complimented her. park jongseong wasn‘t one for meaningless compliments.

she fidgeted with her fingers and didn‘t dare to meet his eyes.

“thank you,“ she whispered so quietly that not even the passing fly could have heard her. jay furrowed his eyebrows in incomprehension.

“thank you,“ she managed to get out a bit louder this time, the overwhelming emotions cracking her voice like clay. “it means a lot to me.“

he waved it off but couldn‘t help his eyes transforming into two little crescents.

“all you need to do is find a publisher and I guarantee you‘ll make it big. I can already see you in your famous author era.“

she pouted. “don‘t feed into my delusions. I doubt that anyone would be interested in reading my story. but knowing that at least one other person approves is more than enough for me!“

the two of them sat there, in a little bistro in the heart of seoul, staring at each other as if scared they might disappear at any given moment, their lips curved upwards in a never-ending smile. this might well have been the first time they‘d had a normal conversation without constantly firing insults at each other‘s heads. y/n found that spending time with jay could be fun and enjoyable and jay found himself getting addicted to making y/n smile.

y/n didn‘t find a ring hidden in her food and ate so much that her stomach felt like it was going to burst. jay hadn‘t been kidding. the mac n cheese was immaculate. they remembered to take plenty of pictures to upload later and they even had mrs. jeon take a couple of snapshots of the two of them together.

they spent about two hours eating – mrs. jeon had insisted on giving them crème brûlée on the house – and chatting away. they were left with about half an hour until the start of the movie. jay suggested going for a walk along the han river.

there was almost no one around, yet jay held out his hand. y/n accepted it without much thought and they went on to walk through the chilly autumn night which sent shivers down the girl‘s spine. an enquiring hum escaped her lips as she felt jay‘s warming hand slipping out of hers. he wordlessly took off his jacket.

“but you‘re going to freeze,“ she protested but he was already set on helping her put it on.

“I‘ll be fine. I‘m wearing multiple layers so I won‘t be cold.“ yeah, that‘s because he had prepared for this exact moment and had dressed extra warm that morning.

“thanks.“

this time the silence was less awkward than it usually was. they watched the moon reflecting on the water, how the silent waves were breaking it apart and distorting its image. they didn‘t linger for long and soon started making their way to the movie theater.

upon entry she found the ticket stand in front of which a big group of girls were waiting. she felt her heart drop. she had completely forgotten that she‘d be here. she instinctly reached for jay‘s hand. he gave her a firm but reassuring squeeze.

“don‘t worry. I won‘t leave you,“ he whispered in her ear. he nodded encouragingly. she smiled unsure but let herself be led to the ticket stand,

“oh hi, lia. long time no see. what a coincidence to meet you here.“ jay was rivaling regina george at this moment, flashing her a huge but fake smile. lia narrowed her eyes. y/n thought she looked like a snake ready to attack. her viciousness soon turned into confusion as she spotted their linked hands.

“I didn‘t know you guys were a thing.“ she said slowly.

“we were keeping it lowkey for a few weeks but we‘ve been hashtag out and proud since yesterday morning, haven‘t you heard?“

“I have more important things to attend to than listening to unnecessary gossip.“ she rolled her eyes. her girl friends snickered as if she had just said something terribly witty.

“the rumors going around are quite scandalous, I thought those were exactly your type of thing.“ he leaned in closer. “they say we were making love on sunghoon‘s pool table all night long.“ he pulled y/n closer by her waist and winked. “the rumors are true.“

the disgust evident on each of their faces was worth the small humiliation. “congratulations.“

“I am worried whether y/n and I can keep our hands to ourselves. we‘re going to be sitting in the back row after all, you know. things can get quite steamy in these kind of situations. right, baby?“

trying to hold back her laugh, all she could do was nod with as much innocent enthusiasm as she could. he turned to her and dedicated an exaggerated horny and longing stare to her.

“I could ravish you all night, my pooh bear.“

jay tucked a loose strand of pink hair behind her and came impossibly close to her face. she could hear some coughs.

“I guess this is our cue to leave.“

the clique went running. while pretending to fight the overwhelming urge to make out in public, y/n could feel lia burning holes into her back.

jay pulled away as soon as they were out of sight. he patted her head. “see, that wasn‘t half as bad.“

y/n – albeit quite involuntarily – slapped his hand away and whined.

“but did you have to put it on so thick? I‘m not quite sure she bought it anyway.“

he gasped in fake offense. “if I hadn‘t exaggerated she might have looked through as straight away so rather than complaining you should be thanking me and my genius brain. and who knows,“ a sly smirk crept onto his face, “what might‘ve happened if heeseung hadn‘t interrupted us that one time.“

y/n elbowed him quite hard at his statement. “don‘t you ever shut up?“

he blew her a kiss. “no, you.“

she groaned and they finally went to get their tickets. jay bought a large bag of popcorn to share and a ginormous soda with two straws. y/n just hoped that putting it on thick would actually help her case.

once they were comfortably settled in their respective seats, jay pretended to stretch his body as he yawned and let his arm rest on y/n‘s shoulder.“

“literally what the fuck is this 2/10 fuckboy move?“

“oh you know, just in case lia or one of her minions decide to stalk us and we don‘t look infatuated enough. and a 2/10 is great. a lot better than I expected! I appreciate your mastership, senpai.“ he started humming to some tune and took a sip from his – your – soda

it didn‘t take a genius to realize he was indeed quite enjoying himself. but he was right. lia‘s hawk eyes kept on glancing back at them and she‘d tilt her head like a dog who can't comprehend the meaning of a word he‘s never heard.

whenever jay noticed her prying stare, his grip on y/n would tighten and he‘d pull her closer. y/n thought about telling him to relax a bit but she enjoyed the feeling of warmth and comfort so she let him be.

the many late hours or revising and writing started catching up to her and whispering sweet nothings to convince her to slip into dreamland. her eyelids kept on fluttering shut and her head would fall forward, waking her up for a moment before she doze off again. as much as jay had actually been excited to watch this movie with her, he couldn‘t help but frown at the thought of y/n overworking herself to the point of exhaustion. that eye-opening conversation with heeseung had been haunting him like a poltergeist ever since the party.

he gently caressed her cheek and guided her head onto his shoulder. the smell of her shampoo infiltrated his mind and bewitched his senses. he smiled to himself.

y/n was awoken by a stirring under her head. the movie theater had already cleared out and the end credits were rolling. she lifted her head and rubbed her tired eyes. she looked over and realized with a start that she must have fallen asleep on her fake date‘s shoulder. but jay looked neither angry nor displeased and wouldn‘t accept any apology.

“do you feel more rested now?“ concern reflected in his brown orbs.

y/n averted his eyes, an uneasy feeling making way in her stomach.

“hmm,“ she hummed. it had been so much easier to just hate him.

he dropped her off at her house. she had already warned jungwon to stay away from any and all windows and to switch off the light in his room. she wasn‘t about to risk finding out how jay would react to his team member being her little brother.

jay rushed to the passenger side while she was checking if she had everything and opened the door for her. there they stood, two complete idiots, staring into each other‘s eyes. both wore expressions that the other couldn‘t decipher.

“don‘t forget to post the pics we took today,“ he said.

“don‘t worry. I‘ll come up with the cheesiest captions ever so that no one will ever dare to doubt our relationship,“ she teased.

“perfect.“

it felt like their faces were two magnets, pulling each other inevitably closer. his ragged little breathes were fanning her lips. they both leaned in and were in the process of closing their eyes when jay abruptly pulled away. he put himself at a safe distance from her, distress clearly written on his face.

“I should probably leave. sleep well,“ he stammered and rushed back to his car.

y/n was left standing there in her front yard, fingers hovering right above her lips where his had been just a moment ago. they had almost kissed and dread overcame her at the realization that she had wanted it. she would have let him. but he had left and all she could do was pull the jacket tighter around her body to shield her from the sudden cold.

a/n: y/n and jay being civil for once? who would have thought? I worked really hard on this and am surprised to see that I am quite proud. please tell me your thoughts tho, I would really appreciate it <3

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summary: y/n hates rich people and park jongseong is no exception. they have been academic rivals since freshman year (which he doesn't like to acknowledge) and always argue about the dumbest of things. but what happens when y/n's brother jungwon joins the dance team led by jay and their friend groups begin to mingle?

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Maroon

Pairing: Thor X fem!reader

Summary: You and Thor have been a thing for a while now, but nobody knew. You catch him talking about you to one of the Avengers.

Warnings: biig soft FLUFF!!

Author Note: Inspired by the song Maroon from Taylor‘s new Album Midnights.

Word Count: 608

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„Come on Thor we‘re late already“ you say annoyed while standing at the door. Tony threw another Party tonight, it was the first one since you and Thor started dating 2 Months ago. It wasn‘t even planned - how could you even Plan dating the GOD of Thunder? You always thought he didn’t even know you existed. You were one of Stark‘s very close assistants and quickly became friends with all of the Avengers. It was like you were their group teddy bear. Everyone loved you, but you always had a crush on that otherworldly Man. Thor seemed like a golden retriever, he was fascinated by anything from Earth and wanted to know everything. You guys talked a lot but it was more like you were his personal Google. It stayed this way until that one Day, the Avengers talked about their next mission and Tony ordered some Wine you should get. As you returned with the Wine glasses you bumped into Thor in the hallways, all the wine spilled on your shirt leaving a big burgundy stain. The rest was history..

Thor came down the Stairs, wearing one of his „Earth Clothes“ suits and looking godly. His blue eyes were sparkling and piercing right through your heart. You couldnt help but smile at him, he‘s just the cutest. „I‘m coming, i‘m right he- Wow! Y/N you look absolutely gorgeous.“ he was stunned by your appearance. You wore a beautiful, tight dress that showed all of your curves he loved so much. He wraps his strong arms around you and gave you a kiss. „I dont know how I should leave my hands off of you tonight..“ he whispers with a tone of lust in his voice. You laugh and escaped from his grip. „We can‘t tell them. Not yet. You know I can‘t lose my job and if Tony finds out that we‘re dating he‘s gonna..“ you explained to him every time but his Puppy eyes made it even harder. He wants to tell the whole world and all the galaxies that you‘re HIS. „He‘s gonna let you go, I know i know. I dont understand you humans. Why not Celebrate LOVE??“ he ends your sentence and follows you through the door. He swings his Hammer, your new favorite way if traveling, and you‘re off to the new Stark Tower. As you arrived, you gave each other one more kiss after making clear who‘s gonna go in first. „You might wanna cover that up.“, he then said pointing to your collarbone and went inside. You got your pocket mirror out of your purse and saw a little hickey, you laughed and followed Thor a few minutes after.

Thor was already talking to Steve and Bruce as you arrive. You joined Nat at the bar and got a drink. „Who you got that from?“ Nat instantly pointed out your hickey and smirked at you. „That‘s my secret“ you answered and laughed. You just hear Thor talking to the guys behind you, his deep voice overtones everything else. „…I met her in New York. She‘s the most beautiful human I‘ve ever laid my eyes on. Even more beautiful than any Asgardian. She was honored to be in my presence of course, but I was just as pleased. It was magical, we drank wine, slow danced through the Night..“ you smiled at his words. „You really got softer. Didnt know you‘re such a romantic!“ Tony suddenly said. Almost everyone gathered around and listened to his Love story. „That‘s what happens when you‘re in Love“ Thor replied with a smile and took a sip of Wine while looking at you.

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Can you maybe write something where there's a sleepover at Ned's and Peter and reader stay up all night talking because they can't sleep 🤧❤️

-this is a repost of an old fic- no warnings needed i think

It’s been two hours since you all went to sleep. Okay, two hours since you all got into bed, one hour since you all stopped giggling and talking and really went to sleep.

It seems like you’re the last one awake. You, MJ and Betty are sharing Ned’s big bed, Ned’s on a separate mattress on the floor and Peter is just on the carpet - he insisted on it.

You’ve accepted that you’re most likely going to be up all night. But you had an amazing night with your friends, so it’s not too bad.

A few minutes later you hear Peter tossing and turning, eventually letting out a yawn that sounds very much like he’s awake.

It’s probably too dark for him to see that your eyes are open, but you lift up your hand, waving at him and he sees it.

He lifts his head to make sure he saw right, “Hi,” you whisper.

“Hi,” he whispers back, sounding just as awake as he did a few hours back.

After a few seconds of contemplating, you quietly get out of bed, opening the door to the hallway, letting in at least some light. You motion for Peter to come with you, and he jumps up immediately, squeezing past you.

“Hi,” he says again, after you shut the door to Ned’s room.

It’s weird being awake so late with a boy, alone with a boy. Especially when that boy is Peter Parker.

It’s dark outside but the windows in the hallway don’t have curtains, so there’s enough light for you to see each other normally.

“I couldn’t sleep,” you say, pulling your sweatshirt over your fingers.

“Me neither… Do you want to go to the living room so we can talk or something? I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep anyway.”

You nod, pulling him into the living room where you switch on a little lamp.

Peter takes the fluffy blanket from the side and drapes it across both your laps. Well mostly yours, and you scoot closer to him so you both get the same amount of blanket.

“I often have problems sleeping anywhere except in my own bed. Even when we‘re on holiday I have to take a few days to get accustomed to the bed and by the time I can sleep there we‘re going home again,” you tell Peter, laying your head on the headrest of the couch.

He smiles at you, thinking of what to say, “Actually… Can I tell you something?”

“Of course.”

“This is my first sleepover… ever, and I was kinda nervous about it. But now that I’m with you I’m comfortable.”

“I’m comfortable too,” you say, although your heart feels like it’s going to leap from your chest any second and his nervous smile tells you he’s also not as calm as he says he is.

“Ned has slept at my place a few times since I have bunk beds but I’ve never slept at his place.”

“Bunk beds? That’s so cool,” you smile, hoping he gets the hint. And he does.

“Yeah, you have to come see them sometime. I mean, they’re not special but they’re bunk beds so, if you like bunk beds, then you’ll like them.”

You giggle, making a bold move and taking his hand. His fingers slip between yours, his clammy palm touching you.

You haven’t felt this nervous around Peter since you met him.

Being the new girl at school had seemed so terrifying but you became friends with him the first day, eventually meeting the other people from his friend group too, and you immediately felt welcomed.

Even though you liked all of them and felt like they liked you back too, Peter was your favourite from the start.

And even though they were all kind to you, you never quite felt like you fit in like the others, since they had all known each other for years.

Being invited to this sleepover was what made you feel like a fully accepted part of the group, but Peter has been making you feel fully accepted from the day you met.

While the others always made inside jokes and only explained them after you asked, Peter always explained it to you before he made the joke. By now you have your own inside jokes anyway, and they always make your heart flutter.

You’ve always felt like Peter liked you just as much as the other members of the group, if not more and you can only reciprocate the feeling.

With your hands intertwined, you and Peter end up talking for hours, your nervousness eventually subsiding as you get sleepier and sleepier.

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You wake up to whispered shouting, and some movement next to you, but you can’t quite open your eyes yet.

Is that a pillow you’re resting your head on?

“Ned-  no don‘t you dare. Ned no I swear to-”

You’re pushed to the side a little, feeling wet trickle down your arm, making you finally open your eyes.

You suddenly remember you’re at Ned’s and- did you fall asleep in the sitting room?

Looking to the side you see Peter with wet hair and more of the water spreading on his shirt.

He’s glaring at Ned, who you see as you turn further. He has an empty glass in his hand, giggling with MJ and Betty by his side.

Peter pushes a hand through his hair, seeing you awake now, his expression changing into a smile, “Oh hey, you’re awake. Sorry, that was Ned’s fault,” he says that through gritted teeth, looking back at his best friend.

“Why are you wet?” you ask.

“That’s what she said!” Ned laughs and you shake your head with a slight smile.

Your three friends disappear into the kitchen, leaving you and Peter alone again.

“Sorry- they woke up and they saw you were still sleeping on me and he wanted to wake us up by pouring water on us but I woke up just in time--”

“I fell asleep on you? Sorry, that must’ve been uncomfortable. You could have just pushed me off,” you feel your face heating up, even more so when you remember how you were holding hands for a few hours.

“Oh no, no I was comfortable too. Even got in a few hours of sleep.”

“I can’t believe I fell asleep either. I must have been really comfortable.”

You watch as Peter’s cheeks turn pink.

“Uh you didn’t tell me why Ned got you instead of me. With the water?”

“Oh. Yeah, well I didn’t want you to be woken up by having water being poured over you so, I took it.”

“Aw, that’s so sweet. You didn’t have to,” you hug him, pulling away again when you graze his wet shirt.

The others are having breakfast already, while you and Peter go back to Ned’s room, gathering fresh clothes from your bags to change into.

You reach into your bag, getting a shirt and jeans, and also some panties.

Just as you’re about to ask Peter if you should go to the bathroom to change, you look up at him, and he’s shirtless.

Your eyes flicker to his abs, they contract and become even more visible when he sees you eyeing him. He coughs when he looks down at you, seeing the panties dangling off your finger that you quickly scrunch up in your hand.

“Um should I go out-” he starts, at the same time as you say, “I can go out-”

“I’ll go out,” he states, cheeks red as he leaves the room while you change.

He’s just zipping up his jeans as you make your way to the bathroom.

You wait for him as he gets his toothbrush, then walk into the bathroom together.

“Oh god, my hair,” Peter laughs as he sees his wet, messy hair in the mirror, brushing a hand through it, trying to tame it while you start brushing your teeth, giggling at his frustrated face.

You find a hairbrush next to the sink, holding it up to him.

“Thanks but… I feel weird using someone else’s hairbrush.”

You take the toothbrush out of your mouth, “Wait, let me try,” you mumble as Peter angles his head down, offering his apple shampoo scented hair to you.

Gently separating the strands, you slowly but surely get rid of the massive tangle in his hair, at all times aware of how his eyes are focussed on your face.

You feel the urge to wipe away the toothpaste that’s still by the corner of your mouth, but you try to appear nonchalant.

“Here,” you offer, “I think your hair-”

He cuts you off by leaning in, pressing his lips to yours gently.

Peter doesn’t even give you a second before he pulls back again, looking at you nervously, now with toothpaste on his lip.

You hold onto his arms, and kiss him again. Just for a few seconds.

You grin at each other afterwards, “You’ve got um,” you motion to your lips.

“Yeah, you too,” he chuckles and you both resume to just brushing your teeth.

As you watch him in the mirror, looking into each other’s eyes, you feel his fingers searching for yours, and quickly take his hand, smiling at him.

You really like this boy.