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darlingella · 2 years ago

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Jeans | matty healy x reader

fluffy rocker boyfriend matty healy and gf fic

Long distance is hard. So you visit your boyfriend on the road, bringing along some jeans you know he will love.

warnings: kissing, slight elusion to sex.

word count: 756

this is my first fic so be kind pls

10:23 AM

You are finally in the car after leaving the airport when you had a moment to yourself. You were seeing Matty again. Tonight he's playing in Salt Lake City (you think, it could possibly be Vegas, all the airports look the same.) After he called you yesterday, you hadn't had time to think.

"Babe, I miss you so much." "I know, I know." You said it with a sigh. Life on tour stresses any relationship. "Maybe I can come and join you on tour for a few stops?" You didn't think he would actually consider such an idea. "Say no more, I'll have someone book everything for you right now." He was smiling, you could hear it. "See you soon." You said it with an airy laugh, tinged with excitement. "See you soon baby." click

After the call, it was a whirlwind of packing and picking out outfits. Your flight was soon and you needed to get a move on. By the time you had made it onto the plane, you were so tired. Falling asleep as soon as the plane took off.

The driver took you downtown to a really nice hotel (of course). Matty had tried to clear his day to be with you before the show, but alas he had to do an interview. Knock knock knock. You clicked on the door. When it swung open he picked you up and swung you around, kissing your face feverishly. The room was muddled with hellos and I missed you. When matty placed you down you noticed he wasn't even ready. He had to be at the interview at 12:00. He hadn't even put a shirt on yet. At least you could taste the mint on his tongue.

"Matty we have to be on time for this! I don't want my presence to get in the way of anything you have to do."

"Relax y/n it will be fine, I just want to see you." He rolled his eyes, obviously unbothered by his commitment.

You, of course, blushed at his remark. God, he is so genuine and sexy.

Quickly you try to unpack some of your clothes to change out of your present outfit. You wanted to look cute in case of the paparazzi. Before clothes, you needed to wash up. So you grabbed a small bag and headed for the bathroom. You cleaned your face and brushed your teeth and you began to apply some makeup.

"What about this?" You turn around to the sound of Matty's voice. He's looking smug holding up one of your newest purchases. Vintage, straight-leg, medium-wash jeans. Except... they had red stars on the ass. Quite the attention grabber.

You walk towards him, "do you like?" Of course he likes them.

"Baby they aren't even on you yet and I can already picture how sexy you'll look in them." You saunter over to him grabbing them, a new thong, and a black baby tee. Walking back to the bathroom to change.

He says, "what? No show for me?" You just giggle, "not yet Matty, I just got here, lets save it for tonight." You wink as you shut the bathroom door. Changing quickly and putting on a red lip to match the jeans, you are ready to go. He loved it when you wore baby tees without a bra so you decided to give him a treat. Hoping that Matty was finally ready too, you opened the door. As you walk out of the bathroom he looked you up and down breathing out, "oh I really missed you." His hands snaked around your waist pulling you close for a kiss. It wasn't as sweet as the one from before, but you had places to be, so you ended the kiss before it could progress into more. You two separated as you grabbed your things to go.

You're waiting by the door when Matty says:

"Hey, hot stuff, how bout' you put this on?" He pulls out his favorite leather jacket from a suitcase. "Don't want the papz to see everything do we? Why not save something for the show tonight?" You just rolled your eyes and grabbed the jacket from his hand. Putting it on and breathing in the smell of him. Cigarettes, cologne, and something else you couldn't put your finger on. You grabbed his hand as you walked out to the car, surprisingly not running late.

"Who said I didn't have another outfit planned for tonight?" You say, adding in a wink for extra flare.

okay yay, first fic. If we like I can do a pt 2 with more spice maybe?

#matty healy #matty healy x reader #matty healy x you #matty healy x y/n #matty healy imagine #the 1975 #matty healy edits #matty healy the 1975 #rockstar #rockstar bf #tumblraesthetic #2014 aesthetic

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leegemma · 1 year ago

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heeloo! i lov ur fics so much! could your write pls anout lee!chan und ler!felix 9, 36 aaand 49?? thank you so much for ur hardworking, love u!

You people are seriously so sweet, thank you so much for your request and incredibly warm compliment. 😭🥺💗

Enjoy:)

9 - “you have such a cute laugh!”

36 - “i didn’t tell you to stop…”

49 - “be quiet! other people might be able to hear you, you know!”

Disclaimer: By this fic I am ABSOLUTELY not trying to say I think Chan is mean or a bully or anything like that. This is just a fic. I love our five year old kangaroo more than anything.

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The role of a leader in any situation was never an easy one, but especially when you're leading a bunch of silly kids. And as much as Chan loved the boys, he sometimes really wanted them to focus a bit more during practice and joke a bit less.

So when they were practicing some new choreography and Chan saw everyone messing around instead of doing actual practice, he was a bit annoyed. As he was trying to gather everyone back and getting them back on track, he could sense everyone around him getting a bit frustrated with his attitude.

"Hyung, we were just having some fun." Han tried to explain himself when Chan caught him messing around with Hyunjin.

"Yeah, well this is not the time to have fun." Chan pointed at him to get back into his position.

The group kept practicing, until a screech was heard from I.N's direction.

Everyone turned to look at the youngest, all laughing at the noise he made. All exept for Chan.

"What happened?" Lee know kept laughing as he threw the question in I.N's direction.

"He keeps poking me!" Jeongin pointed accusingly to Seungmin.

Chan huffed tiredly, he was about to explode. "Hey! I already said this is not the time, you two are being ungrateful and inconsiderate. Do you want all of us to suck when we go on stage?!"

Everyone stopped laughing, Jeongin slowly lowering his head in shame as Seungmin just stared at their leader in shock. This really wasn't like him.

"Hyung, they were just enjoying themselves, there's nothing wrong with that. Don't take your stress and frustration out on them." Changbin tried to step in as a peacemaker.

"I'm only frustrated because none of you are listening to me!" Chan shook his head in anger.

"We're all listening, but you're just not saying much." Lee know said in a serious but still comforting tone.

"Whatever!" Chan knew they were all right, and he didn't mean to scare the younger boys. But he was extremely stressed and had so much to get done, and it was getting too much for him to burry alone. As he felt all the emotions suddenly at once, he felt the need to cry.

As he didn't want to make the others more concerned, he just stormed out of the room, holding back his tears until he reached an empty studio. He closed the door after him and went in deeper, sitting down on the floor and burrying his face in his knees, letting himself go.

Chan was so deep inside his own head, he didn't even notice Felix slipping in the room until he felt an arm wrapping around him from the back. He didn't even bother lifting his head, only stopping his sobs.

Felix' heart broke at seeing his -practically- older brother finally break down. He hasn't seen him this vounrable in a long time.

Felix just sat there, hugging Chan. Until the older finally lifted his head. Just staring ahead. "Hyung?"

Chan sighed and threw his head back at the sound of the voice of his dear friend. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to shout at the kids like that."

Felix gave him a small smile and shook his head. "They're fine, we all are. We are just worried about you."

Chan groaned. "See... that what I didn't want... you guys should jot be worrying about me, i'm fine. I'll be fine."

Felix rolled his eyes playfully. "We tried to tell you so many times before... you're allowed to feel bad once in a while, you don't always have to be the hero, hyung."

"I just... I'm really sorry. I've just been really stressed." Chan finally admitted.

Felix rubbed his back comfortly. "I know... we all have been. But come and talk to me when you feel that way. Just like I come to you. You can't carry all of this by yourself."

Chan nodded. "I'm really sorry."

Felix rolled his eyes again. "Stop apologizing!"

"Okay I'm sorrY- Hehehy! Soohohory! Whhait nohoho!" Chan stopped mid apology when felix started wiggling his fingers into his sides.

"I said stop apologizing! But you didn't listen, so now I have to punish you." He explained quickly, running his fingers up and down Chan's abs.

"FEHEHELIX!!! HAHAHA!!" Chan squirmed around.

“You have such a cute laugh!” felix cooed, happy to finally hear the older having fun.

'SHUHHUT HUHUHHP!!" Chan blushed.

Felix giggled along with him and stopped his attack, petting Chan's tummy.

Chan looked up at him in confusion which then turned to emberasment as he looked away and mumbled: “i didn’t tell you to stop…”

Felix blinked twice, confused. And then started beaming, immediately wiggling his fingers again, bringing them to Chan's hips and Armpits.

Chan burst out laughing again. This felt good, and freeing.

"You like this? That's so cute!" Felix cooed.

"SOHOHO DOHOHO YOUHUHU!!" The truth hurts. Or tickles. Whatever.

Now it was Felix's turn to blush. "We're not talking about me right now!"

"WEHHEHELL MAYHYBE WHEHEHE SHOUHULD!!" Chan kept at it.

Felix hissed playfully. "You just don't know when to quit, do you?"

"OKAHAHY! OKAHAHAY! IHIHM SOHOR- NO! IHIHM NOHOT SOHOHRRY!"

Felix laughed and stopped. Letting Chan have a breather before singing: "Channie hyung loves tickles! ~"

Chan slapped his hand onto Felix's mouth softly. “Be quiet! other people might be able to hear you, you know!”

Felix looked behind Chan, a grin forming onto his lips. "Uhm, hyung?"

"Hm?"

"Too late!"

Chan turned around to the voice of Seungmin, who was standing with all the other guys right behind him.

He then turned right back around to Frlix with gritted teeth.

"I am going to kill you."

#tickling community #tickle fics #skz tickle #lee!chan #bang chan #ler!felix #lee felix

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psychangels · 9 months ago

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i have had a macaronai fic idea sitting in my head for Months and i wanna write it, but i don't know when i'll actually get to do that so i'm gonna talk about it because i am Thinking About Them

it starts simple. small. just chai asking macaron if he wants to have lunch, because they both happen to be in the tower and, hey, why not? so they have lunch, it's chill and fine, nothing out of the ordinary.

chai starts asking macaron to hangout more after that. they have a movie night just the two of them, play some games, go for drives in the truck, chai makes him a playlist that they listen to together, he visits him during work hours, lunch and dinner and brunch, they go to a concert—

and then, after about two months of consistent hanging out, chai suddenly just...vanishes. not literally. but he's avoiding macaron for some reason. responses are curt, conversations are rushed and awkward. macaron doesn't know what to make of it...he's hurt. and worried. did he do something wrong?

it hurts him a fair amount because, by this point, macaron has a crush on chai. even if he didn't, he still would be upset, but those Feelings amplify it

he talks to cnmn about his worries, and cnmn, drawing the expression of someone who Knows Something and is So Tired onto their face, tells him he just needs to go talk to mr. chai about it. problem is, macaron has No Idea where he is. but the hideout is always a good place to start

unfortunately, he's not there. luckily, peppermint is—and she knows exactly where chai ran off to.

cue macaron heading to the top of the production building (specifically where chai is shown to be practicing guitar during the credits animation), asking chai what's going on, and chai struggling to explain himself. instead of just confessing, he mostly just reassures macaron that it's not his fault.

the whole reason he stopped hanging out with macaron so suddenly is because he realized that he's got a big ol' crush on him, which made him freak out. so he fell back on old habits, isolating himself to prevent ruining the relationship and embarrassing himself.

they sort of just sit in the awkward silence as the sun sets. macaron asks if they're okay and if they can go back to hanging out again soon, because he misses it. chai is surprised by this.

"really?" "yeah. i enjoy spending time with you. you're so much fun! you always know how to make me smile and relax, even after a real bad day—or during a stressful, life-or-death situation. that's one of the reasons why i like you."

chai gets all Flustered, macaron says he's cute when he blushes, More Flustered and also "wait did you just call me cute?"

now Macaron's flustered, and he winds up confessing, to which chai is Shocked and reacts how he always does: wondering if this is a prank. but then he remembers that this is macaron, who would never do something cruel like that, and he doesn't know what to do so he just sits there stunned Speechless

and then it wraps up with them talking about going on an Actual date, and it ends with one of them saying the title: "It's a date!"

#hi fi rush #macaron hi fi rush #chai hi fi rush #macaronai #angeltalks.txt #did you know i love them so much?#aughhh! (positive)#begging other people to Understand how Good they are #in rarepair hell over here...

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breadreads00 · 2 years ago

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Hi!! This is my first fic, I hope you like it :)

It's half based on my dream

This is SFW fic! Feel free to give me instructions how can I make my fics better <3

Warnings: tickling, swearing

Also excuse my English :/

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Lovejoy was chilling before playing their gig. Wilbur wanted to learn to skateboard so he bought one, four days before the gig, but he was too busy to find time to learn it.

The day of the concert has come. Everyone was stressed if everything would go well and if they would arrive on time, they were afraid that their car would break down like last time. Unfortunately, that's kinda what happened...

"What the fuck is happening?" Wilbur asked with fear in his eyes. Everyone tried to figure out why their car drove off the road, when the driver said: "someone hit our car and we are unable to drive right now, we need to wait" Joe was very disappointed "YOU TOLD US IT WON'T HAPPEN!!!" "Guys, calm down, it's not raining this time, it's not freezing outside, we'll just wait about half an hour for help and go on" Mark tried to reassure his friends.

Everyone got out of the car, and went to the woods. Wilbur had an idea of learning how to skateboard, so he went back to car, grabbed a board and started riding it on the side of the road. "Wilbur, what are you doing??" Said Ash with a big question mark in his voice "I'm learning Ash" "ON THE SIDE OF THE ROAD?" "Umm yeah, I'm always too busy to do it but now it's a very good time for that!" Said Wilbur with happiness. "That's very dangerous, what if you fall on the road and car hit you?" "I'll be fine Ash, don't worry".

Wilbur started to skateboard, the whole crew followed to keep an eye on him. Everything was going well until Wil hit a small pebble and landed half on the road. "OH MY GOD" Mark yelled and everyone ran to Wilbur and carried him to the woods beside the road. "I'm fine guys, thank you" Wilbur said, his friends were really scared, because one car was close to hitting Wil. Joe was shaking "You're not doing this ever again Wilbur" "You scared a shit outta us" Ash added. "I'm so sorry..." It was obvious that Will was very sorry, he started to cry. When Joe calmed down a bit, he said "Hey, you're fine, don't cry", Wilbur tried to forgive himself about putting his friends in such a stressful situation. He repeatedly said "I'm sorry guys".

At that moment, Mark told Ash and Joe that he had a plan to make Wilbur feel better. "Hey, Wilbur... WATCH OUT!" Mark shouted when pinning Wilbur's arms to the ground. "What the fuck?!" Wilbur didn't know what was going on. Then Joe and Ash started to lightly scribble at his tummy. "Guhuys what are yohohou doing?" "We are trying to calm you down" Mark said, you can hear joy in his voice. Then Ash and Joe switched to tickling Wilbur's ribs: "HAHAHAH NOHOHOT THE RIHIBS!!!" "Oh, bad spot, good job guys" "SHUHUT UHUP MAHAHARK" his face were bright red.

Mark was proud "Don't stop guys, it seems you're doing it right". "You are tickling everyone whenever you're bored so we can call it payback!" Ash said, his hands slipped to Wilbur's sides: "NOHOHOHOOO AHAHAHSH!" "Aww does it tickle Wilby? Oh it looks like you're enjoying it so much!" "SHUHUT UP ASH ahhHaHAHAHA"

After 15 minutes they saw Wilbur is reaching his limit. They stopped and watched Wilbur trying to catch his breath. "You have a really cute laughter Wil" Driver Dave said with a giggle "Dave?!" "Yeah, we fixed our car, come on get in there" he helped Wilbur up and they all went to the car. For the rest of the way everyone was teasing Wilbur and tickling him just to get a funny reaction from him.

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YEAH I FINISHED IT

#lee!wilbur #ler!mark #ler!joe #ler!ash #mcyt tickle #dsmp tickle #wilbur soot #ash kabosu #joe goldsmith #mark boardman

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smolweeblets · 2 years ago

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Fuck work - Yelena x reader aot

A/n: Yelena tag has been so quiet so i wanted to contribute. Yall should write more fics for her again shes so amazing and cute and hot.

“Stop that.” You sigh tiredly as you smack the hand that's been poking at you for the past few minutes. The one that belongs to none other than your precious girlfriend. The girlfriend who was sitting in your chair, hugging you like a baby koala.

Yelena pouts for a few seconds, puffing her cheeks up and furrowing her eyebrows lightly. She still continues to repeat the action again after a moment though. You glare at her, not too seriously but you hoped was just enough to get her to stop.

It does not. And it is distracting. You were supposed to be working on a big essay you needed but your big baby of a girlfriend does not relent in her poking. You'd usually find the childish action cute, but today you were stressed and really needed to cram work. Needless to say, its was getting increasingly difficult to do just that.

“When are you gonna be doneee” Yelena whines, annoyed your attention is not fully on her. She always got clingy when she was at your dorm, she mentioned it was something about your scent or something making her all soft. You never took it seriously of course, and hearing her say it bought confused looks towards her from you.

“‘Lena. I said after 2 more paragraphs. Then i'll be all yours.” You declare firmly. She pouts again. That stupid little pout held so much power over you, but today you needed to be strong as the essay was due soon.

“You've been working for two hours already, a little break shouldn't be a problem.” She reasons out. She really is like a touch-hungry puppy, at this point you'd have no need for a dog because Yelena acted eerily close to one at times.

“And are you implying that you aren't already mine? I'm very hurt Y/n” Fake hurt feigned on Yelena's face, she unlatched from you for the first time in almost an hour to place the back of her hand on her forehead to emphasise her acting even more.

“I will smack you.” You jokingly bantered, fingers swiftly clicking the keys. The poking has finally stopped for a while, and the idle chatter was actually helping you think for some odd reason.

“Ouch… first you ignore our whole relationship and then you threaten to hit me… I'm so devastated right now dont talk to me.” Her acting continues, and yet her grip doesn't go slack in the slightest.

“Pff, stop hugging me first then” you chuckle softly, placing your hand on her face and pushing it away from you slightly.

“No.” She replies almost too quickly. You laugh at her response, an angelic sound to Yelenas ears. She blushes softly and gazes at you, thinking about just how perfect you are. Surprisingly she found herself thankful of you working for once, because it made you not notice her adoring gaze to tease her about it.

Her body tightens around you, deepening the hug to an almost suffocating level. She exhales relaxedly, loving just basking in your presence. It hurts but its fine, you love her. You can bear not breathing for a few minutes.

A few seconds of silence and keyboard clicking pass before Yelena cuts it. “I love you.” Your eyes widen in surprise, you are not used to her saying the phrase out loud. But now that she has you feel like you're going to melt. Your face feels hot, and your chest almost hurts now (out of love, not from Yelena's bone-crushing grip).

“Where'd that come from? And I love you too, you big baby.” You grinned out. Both of you felt absolutely elated to be in each other's presence. It was a nice moment in your little room, comforting silence enveloping you both like a warm comfy blanket.

Eventually you finally stood up, shaking Yelena off your back and stretching your arms and groaning. Your shirt lifted slightly, giving Yelena a good view of your stomach. She pokes it, revelling in its softness.

You quickly smack her hand away as you giggle, “Hey-! Don't do that, it tickles.” Your face was annoyed, but the soft smile on your face gave away your real feelings.

“Whattt? You looked cute, so I took the chance.” She chuckled, clearly enjoying your reaction.

“Aghhh whatever- anyways, i'm good for today so we can go do anything you want.” You yawned out quietly. Yelena got closer to you, standing up and angling you chin to make you face her.

“Heh, anything~?” Yelena smirked, eyebrows going up and down suggestively.

“Oh fuck off you perv.” You playfully push away Yelena's face while grinning, making her break and get into a fit of chuckles.

She quiets down after a bit, mirroring your gleeful grin.“Okay but seriously do you want to get food? Watching you work made me hungry.”

“Oh my poor girlfriend, so exhausted after watching her partner work on a grueling essay. So hard on my poor Yelena, she deserves much more food than me.” You dramatize, exaggerating your expressions.

“Oh well I'm going by myself then- since you know, my girlfriend doesn't appreciate my efforts.” Yelena shrugs as she starts moving towards the door.

“Hey I didn't say any of that! Stop im coming with you-” You rush to be by her side, smacking her arm lightly. Pouting while looking at her.

“Heh, that's what I thought, so where do you want to go?”

Ps: reqs are *still* open

#yelena x reader aot #yelena x reader #yelena #yelena x you aot #aot x reader

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themology · 3 years ago

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druig x gn!reincarnated!reader “promises kept”

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@: i love your first fic of druig for someone who hadn't watched it, it was so good omfgrjeh since you are open for requests and your writing is amazing, why not? im just going to keep it simple, can you write a druig fic where he meets the reader in 18th century (like 1800s 1899s yknow) and bc they're a mortal, they died of old age and then reincarnated once again and is now one of kingo's producer in his bollywood movie ya knoww, i'll message u extra details if u want to! i hope this is good enough!

notes: i absolutely love this idea! thank you so much for suggesting this!! it's much easier for me to write this without not necessarily linking it to the movie itself bc ofc i haven't watched it yet, writing this was really fun please enjoy! <3 should i make a part two???? *wink*

summary: promises are never easy to keep, but for a mortal who had the biggest impact in druig's life, he is ready to keep it for as long as he can, millennium or eon, or forever.

warnings / contains: kinda angst, mentions of death, canon typical violence, druig is devoted to you, might be ooc and inaccurate because i haven't watched the movie, calculation of dates may be inaccurate because i suck at math, english is not my first language so errors ahead!!!

pairing: druig x gender neutral!reincarnated!reader

word count: 2273 words, approximately 7 minute read.

circa 1872

no matter how the eternal tried to ignore your question of what will happen to him after you, a mortal, dies... everything was destined to happen, he can never stop it and a mortal like you will never be able to live as long as him...

meeting you wasn't the most beautiful moment, but at the same time it was, well... more on the good side.

you're a seamstress working day and night on your simple tailor shop, where you had to put food on your table yourself, it was hard but you enjoyed and got used to it over the years

the first time he walked into your shop is when he had asked for a cheap ready-made clothing, he looked like he needed it badly, surprisingly enough he wasn't arrogant, or annoying or anything, for once there was a decent person for you to offer your humble service.

you were weak on your knees while you measure his size and length and all of that, and you were flustered by the amount of attention that he was giving you, stares that you could feel anywhere without actually seeing them

you got his measurements wrong... stupid you, but instead of getting annoyed just like how other people would react, he simply gave you a small smile and brushed it off, reassuring you that it was completely fine and while stopping you from apologising for the hundredth time

after that, you didn't expected him to visit you more often... he'd buy everything to the point where your shop would be empty and he couldn't find another reason for visiting, it was funny, yet cute

and for once, you didn't had to live doing the same old thing over and over again, with nothing ahead or waiting for you, for once you had a reason to smile and to be happy about... for once you found something worth living for

you'd always wait for his voice to call your name, a simple hum and you'll know that it is him, almost everyday, different weather, different people going by to eat, but he'd have the same smile,

"y/n..."

"my sweet y/n..."

"dearest..."

tightly tailored coats and trousers, high-necked and long-sleeved, covering throat and wrists, generally plain and black is what he'd usually wear and you memorised most of them because he's always with you,

druig always looked ravishing that's for sure

"i've only decided to visit your shop when i saw you by the window, i never really needed anything but well... look at me now, looking a lot more better with your clothes"

that bold statement made you blush furiously, you never really felt like you were the prettiest, especially while looking stressed at work, you never had the greatest credentials,

but the way he said it made you feel like you were the best there is... he made you feel great about yourself.

"flustered are we, love?" druig teased.

that's when you knew that you were in love and it's the same for him...

living in the world for thousands of years had made him bored and yearning for something new (he's not going to talk to any of the eternals... they're kind of annoying)

druig already saw and had been through a lot, deaths and creations of life, destruction and recoveries, mortals conquering every land they could ever see,

the world wars and how men would go crazy over the possession of anything and everything

he had slept on many suns and many moons, he'd seen a mere plant turn into sheltering tree's he'd rest on as another millennium past by

out of all the mortals that he met, it's pretty obvious that you were the most unique... he doesn't know why but it just does... weird and confusing, but it is what it is, and you are the most beautiful thing alive...

you were never really in trouble, and if you were he would always help.

one time you were in an alleyway when thiefs decided to take your belongings, you stood no chance to them, they were a lot, probably a gang of sorts, but it was a different case for druig,

they were like mindless zombies, druig's eyes were glowing a luminous mix of white and yellow, staring at them, projecting motions as if he was controlling them, and as soon as you could ever move a muscle, they killed each other and blood painted the old walls around you

tears were trickling down your cheeks.

"what are... you?"

you never saw anything like this, it was crazy, chaotic, almost unbelievable, but it was right in front of you and druig is not inferior enough to fool you like that.

druig simply looked at you in a gloomy expression, he hesitated to answer

"i... i am no human" he was not afraid, but hesitant to speak

you ran away, and he couldn't blame you, he's glad he get to keep you out of danger.

don't interrupt with human affair? fuck that.

it didn't took long for him to come for you.

he knocked at the door of your house but you weren't as shocked as you were last time...

you had thought of the idea of... witches? wizards? extraterrestrial creatures... they never seemed impossible, and once again, druig never really looked that ordinary, there's like a thing that is surrounding him, an aura of some sort that is a lot more distinct than a normal... human

you opened it without hesitation, for the first time in a few weeks you get to see him again, and he greeted you with a small hug to ease the tension.

"i am ready to listen..." you hesitated, druig gave you a surprised look, everything is extremely bizzare, too much for a human's brain, he wouldn't hurt you... right? if he did he would've done it already...

turns out he is something far from a human, a being sent to earth to protect mankind from evil beings, he was protecting people without needing any gratitude... and you admired that

druig kissed you beneath a tree that he watched growing...

years had passed but druig still loves you just the same...

both settling to a simple house with a few cats here and there because you loved those, you weren't the one who gave the idea but he was too observant to know that you really do love cats,

druig showed up with 6 litter of cats after you got home from work, you remember squealing in excitement

he'd sometime stitch clothes with you for the cats every winter, it was really funny, even if he was a perfect being he couldn't stitch a proper seam line and you would scold him for that sometimes

you really couldn't ask for more, everything you wanted and needed is here.

you'd stand in front of a mirror every day, looking at your reflection with your hands touching your skin, wrinkles were starting to appear on your face,

for him you look just the same, the ring he gave you would shine and equal your glowing beauty

the eternal would always stand behind and wrap his arms around you, "i'm getting old" you'd always say, "what happens after i die?"

he would never answer that question, he'd kiss your temples instead to reassure you. "i'll be here with you..."

would he really be there for you?

1931

druig was right, now at 85, weak and unable to move no longer, hospitalised in your bed, and... old, he's sitting beside you, holding your hand as gentle as he could, staring at the ring he gave you a few years ago... with filigree and delicate engraving of shiny gold and silver

"you're still here..." you murmured.

he nods slowly.

"i'd fear that this time would come" you looked at him in the eye

"you would always avoid the question of what happens after this, and now that i'll be gone—"

"i'll be here and i will stay forever." druig stated, letting out shallow breaths you attempted a smile, "thank you for giving me the best life there is..." you replied

you weren't afraid to take your last breath, looking at the man that you had loved for all those years was enough, you know that you are truly loved, "still as charming as ever..." you whispered your very last words, and he chuckles at that bittersweet good bye.

"i will love you forever... i promise"

for the first time, he cried, druig was glad you didn't get to see him mourning over you.

"if you ever come back... i will find you..." he whispered to himself, having to know that you are not breathing anymore,

losing someone was never this painful.

but just as he promised, he'll love you forever, and to never find anyone else but you and you alone.

2024

the other eternals are irritating, centuries had past and they still are,

they had visited his secretive abode with no signs of informing him about their visit and they took him by surprise... by how irritating they could be

of course crazy things happened after that, danger is something that the eternals can never get out of,

the ground roared like the dark angry sea and so did he, yet again his peace has been destroyed by his responsibility, ready to envelop and drown him but there is nothing to suffocate him but himself,

the dark corners of his mind lurks a pitch black abyss, a cave, a ferocious mouth forming silent screams of agony, there is nothing else in his mind but you, and you, and you

93 years and you're still there... on what seemed to be his void of a heart.

you had always lingered around him like a dark shadow, you were there but you weren't, and druig was always longing for you, to feel your touch, and see your small and witness everything great about you,

he misses you, he hates how he is feeling this way...

druig wanted to make a new beginning, but he can never, ever excel without you by his side

speaking of the irritating nuisances, they dragged him back to where kingo was staying, annoying him in the process for being as boisterous as ever,

the man only bragged about directing some films because he was being called a 'movie star' it wasn't a compliment, or an insult.

now they're on a filming set, filming 'the legend of ikaris' or whatever it's called (it wasn't the poor clueless eternal's idea) instead of trying to help stop whatever is about to happen, and they have, what? only a week...

druig never bothered to look around that much, all he knows is that there were a lot of cameras of some sort and a lot of people,

he felt so naked, druig was never with this much of a crowd... he just wants to go home and sleep, even if he doesn't really close his eyes to rest but to think about you, fantasizing about seeing you again.

"ahhh! my amazing producer! how has it been?" druig glanced at the sight of kingo talking to a person carrying a clapper board and a whole ton of fabric, and they were struggling

"it's been a week... where have you been?" they asked in an annoyed tone... well that made druig intrigued, not only do they have a lot of patience to deal with the eternal but their voice was familiar... too familiar for him and he didn't quite understand why.

"i took a vacation!" the 'actor' said in an enthusiastic tone. "vacation? in the middle of filming?!" they shouted at him, "i think it's fine! you're doing quite well without me!"

"YOU'RE THE MAIN CHARACTER."

that caught everyone off guard... the person didn't yelled those words but it was quite funny... it lacks octaves but the way they said it made it look like they were dying inside and is already yelling at kingo in their mind

"i changed some things on the script" they stated.

"i hope you didn't removed any of... ikaris's greatness" glancing at ikaris himself.

"..." they just stared at him.

kingo laughed it off, "well... since i know that you adore the story, i thought about introducing you to the inspiration of the film itself"

how beautiful yet, tragic it can be...

druig wished they glanced at him sooner, he wished he could get a good look at them... he wished he got to admire you long enough...

different clothes, different style of clothing, different hair style, mannerisms, but the same smile, the same ethereal beauty... the same delicate being

"and also other inspirations from my other friends!" after you shook hands with ikaris you avert your attention from kingo to them, "you love your friends that much?" you stated, glancing at kingo

then you looked at him... who has his eyes fixated at you, longer than you'd ever think. "had fallen for this guy's charms eh? well then, we'll make a story about druig next!" kingo comments

"druig?" you asked, tilting your head to the side.

"yes... that's me" his voice is pleasant, he offers a hand, and you gladly took it.

you smiled warmly, "y/n... nice to meet you"

"and i you" he returned your kind smile, it's nice to meet you... again

perhaps he is ready to start over, even with or without your knowledge of your past existence,

you found each other once again, his heart still wanting you... he kept his promise, he'll love you forever, and that forever starts again, today.

additional notes: prepare for my exam which is a really hard subject >> write a fanfic about druig because i am a hoe for him, i might write a part two/filler but a lil bit more short just to answer more of the questions in the past and what happens next if you guys want me to!

#druig x reader #druig eternals #druig imagine #druig oneshot #druig #druig fanfiction #druig x you #eternals #the eternals #mcu fanfiction #marvel cinematic universe #marvel mcu #mcu x reader #barry keoghan #sersi #ikaris #ajak #phastos #makkari

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imatechbummerliketomholland · 3 years ago

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I wish this trip never ends (sstbthw part 2) - h.h

Word count: 3768

Warning: angst, swear, mention of smoking

Pairing : harry holland

Request: no.

N/A: okay, i took me almost a whole month to write this but i'm kinda need to work on school too. Remember, english is not my first language, so be kind if you spot mistakes, i really tried my best. I asked you who the reader was supposed to end up with ... I'll let you figure it out but ... don't hate me for the end ... because after all ... it might not be the end. Don’t hesitate to tell me what you think of the fic! Love you all! xx

taglist : @angeliquekalampoka , @harryhollandsgirlfriend (the one and only harry holland's girlfriend to me)

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previously - and you can find part 3

Restoring a relationship of trust and regaining the bond that you both had was particularly difficult. You had to learn to find your place in Harrison's life, but also in his relationship with Grace. You were roommates and friends, but it was complicated to plan meetings with Harrison's busy schedule. Between his job search after the cancellation of his Netflix series, his photo shoots, his dates with Grace, those with his family. It was getting harder and harder to find a moment to reunite with the two of you. It was without counting your schedule.

You were supposed to meet at noon for lunch at that restaurant Harrison told you about where he took his mother earlier this year, for Mother's Day. You felt uncomfortable going to such a place. It was very fancy; you had taken a look at the menu and you knew in advance that you would not be able to afford to split the bill. That was sometimes one of the downsides of being friends with Tom and Harrison. They sometimes forgot that their salary was significantly higher than yours. After all, they were still simple, good-natured guys, never saying no to a quick takeout meal or ordering pizza, drinking a beer at the local pub. And sometimes, they offered to go to prestigious places, not paying attention to money, wanting to please their friends or family.

Currently you were in your room. You were throwing countless of clothes across the room, trying to choose what you could wear to this lunch. Harry stopped dead when one of your dresses flew out of your room, right in front of his nose, blocking his way. You had left your door open and your spontaneity got the better of your best friend.

“Easy, Tiger. I had no idea your clothes had the capacity of Dr. Strange's cape.” He joked before coming into your bedroom.

You turned to find Harry leaning against your doorframe, a smirk encrusted on his face. You gave him an unamused frown and his smile widened. This wasn’t funny at all; you were stressed as hell. It’s not like you still had feelings for Harrison and try to impress him – to be honest, you still had feeling for your friend, but not as intense as before, you had drawn a definitive line on the possibility of a romantic relationship with him, which had helped you a lot. – But you didn’t want to be dressed down and looked like a clown.

“Come on Munchkin, it’s just a lunch. At worst, Harrison can still make it looks like he invited you out for charity, sort of “Make a Wish” event” Harry joked, in his significant humor.

“Go to hell, Robert. Don’t you have a pack bag to make, mister “I’m going to Spain to help my superstar brother to hold his tea while he’s filming”?”

“Rude… I’m a film director, now”

Not for that, you thought to yourself, but don't have the balls to tell your best friend. You didn't want to take this joke too far. You smiled at his cute pretending offended face. You pouted mockingly before biting your lip. You loved the dynamics of your relationship so much. Your humor, sarcasm, your outspokenness, that's what brought you together. Harry pulled you lightly from your closet with a comforting wink. He chose Yves Saint Laurent poppy red wool jersey flared pants that Tom gave you on your birthday. You smiled at his choice. You liked these pair of pants because they were sparkling with vitality, the color was flamboyant. Harry then gave you a satin pearl-colored shirt from Zara and you laughed at the drastic brand difference.

“Oh I see. A classy look but no more than £ 1000 that's pretty smart,” you joked.

The choice of your outfit once again proved the reality of hanging out with wealthy people. You were not poor; you could even be grateful for the life you had had. But it would never occur to you to give your friends clothes that were going over the miles and cents. To be honest, you wanted it. You wanted to live up to the gifts your friends sometimes gave you. But the truth seemed quite different: you had cried over the price of a used Rolex you wanted to give Tom for his birthday. Even having saved for 6 months, you could not afford such a gift.

“Shut up, don’t be so dramatic. Wear that necklace Harrison gave you for Christmas. I’m sure you’ll look fine”

“Thank you,Baz…I guess. ”

You kissed his cheek and then invited him out of your room so you could get ready. It didn't take you more than thirty minutes, time to put on the outfit your best friend had chosen and to put on light makeup. When you were finally ready, you walked to Tom's room. He had offered to take you to the restaurant where you were to join Harrison. But when you got to his ajar door, you could hear the soft sound of a slight snoring. You let out a chuckle before ordering an Uber. You knew he had spent almost a full month in Los Angeles and hadn't returned until early last week. You wanted to leave him as much as possible alone so that he could rest before his trip to Spain for the reshoots of his film Uncharted. Tom was a boy who loved being in touch with those close to him, but you also felt his need to recharge his batteries. That's why you preferred to let him sleep.

You went down to the kitchen to pour yourself a glass of water before leaving. When your Uber arrived, you left a note on the refrigerator to let the boys know you were safely gone. It was little everyday things that made you look normal that you enjoy. A post-it on the fridge, a table organizing household chores had been drawn up. Note to yourself; It was Harrison's turn to take care of the laundry.

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You had really hoped this was just a grotesque nightmare. That it wasn't real. He was going to arrive; he was just stuck into the traffic. Isn't it?

But you were there, waiting for over an hour and a half, without any news from your friend. Some people watched you with pity eyes, the others didn't give you any attention. You internally thank Harry for choosing your outfit. You didn't look like a lost kitten in this prestigious setting. It didn't prevent you from being ashamed right now. The waiter had urged you to order several times but you had told him that you were expecting someone, that he would arrive any minute. The last time, you didn't know if you were trying to convince him or yourself.

But it never happened. Harrison never came to your dinner. You were alone, sitting at a table, pathetically waiting for your friend to show up. It didn't look like him. He had never stand you up before. And not to improve this embarrassing moment, the waiter came to you again. This time, with a man in a suit. He was elegant, carried himself proud but diplomatic. They stopped at your table, a tight smile on their faces. No doubt the man in the suit was to be the manager.

"Miss, my employee told me that you seemed to have occupied this table for a while now. I am sorry to tell you that if you do not order a few things, you will have to leave the establishment"

You looked at him with misty eyes. You have never been so ashamed in your life. You just nod your head, not trusting your voice just yet. After taking a deep breath, you finally apologize to them before telling them that you are going to leave. The manager of the restaurant, out of politeness awkwardly apologizing for this uncomfortable situation.

You've finished the Dry Martini that you allowed yourself to, paying for it with whatever pride you have left. You pulled your cellphone out of your purse and decided to call one of the boys. After three rings, he picked up.

"Hey ... can you please pick me up?"

Your voice was shaky, you were so ashamed but it was less distressing than having to walk the Walk of Shame to your house or cry in an uber. You hung up and shared your location. You left the lobby, leaving the restaurant, standing in front of the entrance to the establishment. The air refreshed your cheeks burning with shame. Luckily it wasn't raining today. Which was pretty nice compared to that early summer you had had.

When you saw Harry's car pulled up in front of you, you slid into the passenger seat without a word. The curly redhead gave you a heartwarming smile but you definitely could see a spark of annoyance in his eyes. You sigh, resigned while shrugging your shoulders. It was obvious that your friendship with Harrison was still shaky.

"I'm sorry, love. He's a jerk about it."

Coincidentally, like a mitigating circumstance, your phone vibrated, receiving a notification from Harrison. You were chewing your lip with a sort of anguish and irritation, watching the message the blond had sent you.

"I'm sorry. So sorry. My agent called me for a pretty urgent casting briefing. She's detained me until now. Are you still okay for this dinner?"

You were angry. You were mature enough and had known the boys long enough to understand their obligations. The fact that Harrison had a lastminute meeting with his agent and missed your dinner wasn't a problem. The problem was, he made you wait for over an hour and a half before notifying you. You wanted him to call you to let you know, or a simple text just after he knew for the meeting. You typed a short answer, shorter than this was impossible. "No". You rested your head against the headrest, turning your gaze to your best friend.

"Hey, he's a Netflix star now" you replied to his last words.

Your voice cracked on the last syllables and your eyes filled with tears. You weren't usually that emotional but the anguish and shame really took over you. Harry noticed, unsure of how to instantly respond to your distress. He would have liked to stop on an emergency lane to take you in his arms but he already had 2 penalties to pay, respectively for speeding and prohibited parking ... a third fine would not be really welcome. He simply placed his hand on your thigh, drawing circles on your pants to comfort you. He simply moved his hand to shift gears and instantly rested it on your leg whenever he had the chance. This gesture soothed you, enjoying the touch, grateful to have someone as your best friend to mop up your pain.

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Arriving at the apartment, no sign of Harrison. When you walked in the kitchen, you saw Tom sitting at the counter, scrolling his phone. He looked up at you, not directly noticing your annoyed expression.

"Wow..you're ... gorgeous. I love these pants on you"

You smiled, a little amused by the compliment. Of course he loved the pants, it was a gift from him. But your smile didn’t reach your eyes. With a look on your expression then on the clock, the actor understood that something went wrong. Harry was right behind and still no trace of Harrison. It was suspicious. Tom gave you a worried look.

"Do I have to ask…Never mind, I’m still going to ask. How was lunch with Harrison?"

"I don't know, why don't you ask him? Oh wait... right, he didn't show up" you said sarcastically although you could hear the hurt in your voice.

Tom frowned, biting the inside of his lower lip in annoyance. Harrison was his best mate since forever and he knew him so well. It seemed strange from Harrison to not show up. The blond has told him he was happy to see you again and walking through this whole awkward “feeling situation” because he didn’t want to lose you. In a quick movement, he rose from his stool to walk around the counter. The next second, he took you in his comforting arms and you finally let yourself go under the sight of the two Holland brothers.

“It seems like you need a break of all this shit” Tom said while he ran his fingers through your hair.

You let a little laugh escape through your tears. He wasn't wrong. You really needed to get away from this whole situation for a moment. But how? Harry watched the scene unsure of what to do. You were his best friend and it seemed like the solace you found was never in his arms. He had tried in the car, however, as best he could. He walked over to the counter to make you both a cup of tea. It seems that as cliché as it sounds, tea comforts you, as the English person you used to be. As the redhead waited patiently for the water to boil, a flash of genius - according to him - crossed the glare of his eyes.

“Why doen't she come with us to Spain?”

His brother's words seemed to suit Tom, who released his hold on you. You opened your eyes wide, not sure of what you had just heard. Go to Spain, with them? Once again, you knew you were going to argue on this proposition. The idea was not bad, Spain seemed a rather pleasant country. But you had just graduated and had a student job to save as much as possible. However, you could not afford to leave for several days in Spain, at the last minute. Plus, what were you going to do while Tom was filming and Harry was assisting him? He was sure the film's production crew wasn't going to give you a pass because Tom had decided.

“Yeah! That’s it, you’re coming with us”

“Tom, I have a student job. I can’t just…decide to go to Spain.”

“You never take a leave, come on. It’s not negotiable”

You were looking at Harry for help but he just shrugged. After all, he was the one who had initiated the idea of including you on the trip. You were trying to find a valid excuse to stay home. You really didn't want to impose yourself.

“I can’t afford that” you said, trying your best to convince him to quit the idea.

“I don’t care, it’s not even a problem. You coming to Spain with us.”

"Omg, does Z dominate you in bed to make you so bossy in life?"

Harry almost spitted his tea and laughed out loud while Tom gave you shocked eyes with pinky cheeks. You had always been sassy but hanging out with the boys had made you even more sassy than ever. How many times haven't you heard Tuwaine or Harry make fun of Harrison or Tom on the sex subject? Being a girl seemed to make you an untouchable character. The boys had never teased you about your relationships or your sexual partners. And while you've always had feelings for Harrison, you've had your own experiences. Anyway, you had just gone with the flow and Tom's brand-new romantic relationship with his co-star gave you the perfect opportunity.

“That's not the point.” stammered the actor.

Your smile widened, proud of your joke and the way Tom reacted. You heard Harry clear his throat. He had his phone in his hand and his own smile didn't bode well for you.

"The production is okay but it's at Tom's expense."

“You got to be kidding me…”

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You ended up in Spain with two of your best friends. You knew you had limited time before Tom had to fly back to Los Angeles for some Spider-man: No Way Home reshoots. So, you enjoyed as much as possible: accompanying the boys to the golf course - even though you weren't very involved in the sport -, spending time to visit touristic places when they were on set, talking with Rachael and other people from the set. You really enjoyed your trip.

On Wednesday evening you went out to a restaurant with Tom, Harry and two other friends/tom’s colleagues. You couldn't deny that it was fun. You had the opportunity to sunbathe a little while walking through the streets of Madrid. Spain was doing you good and not once did you think about your wobbly friendship with Harrison. You've just left the restaurant when a few fans politely show up to take pictures with Tom. You couldn't help but smile at the thought of how kind Tom had always taken in a few snaps when his fans approached him respectfully - and there weren't too many of them -. You sighed with pleasure before stepping away from the group. You leaned against a wall and took out the packet of cigarettes that Tom had asked you to keep in your clutch bag. Being an occasional smoker, he wouldn't blame you if you took one from him. You tilted your head back to admire the dark starry night when you felt a presence by your side. You narrowed your eyes in mischief as you looked sideways: Harry was there, his nose wrinkled from your cigarette. He didn't like it too much Silence filled your bubble despite the hubbub outside. You were in public and it was not surprising to meet travelers and Madrid residents mingling with the crowd to enjoy this pleasant evening.

"I wish this trip never ends." You finally said, breaking the silence.

Harry didn't know what to say to that. Instead, he was just looking at you. You were a little tanned, the Madrid sun had done wonders on you; your loose hair framed your face and the summer dress you had chosen for the restaurant looked great on you: It was a short red floral summer dress with a shingle collar. Light enough to keep you from suffocating but decent to wear on any casual occasion. You were beautiful, stunning. His heart exploded at the sight of you, so much that it hurt a few times.

"I wish I had been there for you more." he finally confessed

You finally turned your head towards him and shrug your shoulders, smiling shyly but sincerely.

“You were working, Baz”

“I meant…not only here in Spain. I’m sorry to have let you down recently”

You give him a confused look. He hadn't been a bad friend but he kept implying it. You just shook your head negatively to brush his words away. Harry had always been important to you. He had been the first to step towards you. It was him who introduced you to the rest of the gang. He had always been concerned about you.

The night you met, you immediately clicked up with him. And to be honest, for a moment, you thought he liked you that night. But he never took that step towards you and you never did either. You dreaded that if you kissed him, he would think you were interested in his notoriety by proxy. So you just acted like any reasonable person would - accept the status he gave you. And the second time he asked you to join him with his brother and his friends, you met Harrison and your heart exploded.

"I'm glad you brought me here"

“I'm happy you accepted to come.”

“I didn't really have the choice, Baz” you joked.

He laughed slightly. You weren't wrong, he and Tom had practically dragged you onto the plane, leaving you no choice to be by their side. But you could only thank them, especially Harry who had the idea. You took another hit on your cigarette before leaning back to check out where Tom was with his fans. He seemed to be talking with the girls and didn't seem overwhelmed. So, you didn't want to interrupt him and were just going to wait for him to finish. Harry played with his hands nervously, looking straight ahead and then at you. He seemed to be repeating this game for several seconds before finally asking the question that was in his mind.

“Have you heard from Harrison?” Harry asked quite casually

“He sent me several texts to apologize and wished me to have a good time in Madrid.”

“Do you still have feelings for him?”

You swallow hard before looking at him. There was an indecipherable glint in his eyes and you weren't sure what to make of it. You drew another puff from your cigarette, maybe that would save you from entering this conversation. But Harry's presence was all around you and you couldn't really escape. So you've decided to be honest.

“It’s complicated. I suppose so...”

“Mhmm”

“But my friendship with Haz is important, I don't want to lose him because of it.”

“Yeah, you can't imagine how well I understand you” he sighed

“What do you mean? Who’s the lucky girl..or guy ?”

Harry turned to you frankly and you did the same, stubbing out the half-smoked cigarette. You are well aware that the conversation was taking a more serious turn. He moistened his lips and walked over to you. Harry was full of things: he was full-loving, sarcastic, talented, daring, impertinent. But Harry was mostly awkward when it came to love. Not just an attraction, no, love with real feeling. Delicately, hesitantly, he reached out to your cheek, stroking it with the back of his fingers, cautiously. You were frozen, your eyes fixed on him admiring his audacity.

"She's the most beautiful girl I ever seen." he said with a small smile.

Harry walked over to you and your heart was pounding at breakneck speed. Harry had ... feelings for you? You were really confused. Since when had he developed his feelings? Why didn't he tell you about it? Why hadn't he tried anything so far? So, were you right from the start? Was there a tension between you since the beginning of your friendship, since your met? But above all, did you want him to take that step? Instinctively, your body responded. You parted your lips and closed your eyes. You enjoyed the warmth of his hand on your cheek and were waiting for the touch of his lips. But it never happened.

"Hey baz, y/n..we're going back to the hotel" Tom said, taking his eyes off his phone. "I…Mhmm sorry, did I interrupt something?"

#harry holland #harry holland x reader #harry holland fic #haz osterfield #harrison osterfield x reader #harrison osterfield #tom holland

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coal15 · 3 years ago

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An excerpt from the buddie fic I posted yesterday, Scheming All The Way, which uses the gay Christmas rom-com movie Single All the Way as a general framework.

Buck cringed at the thought of his own self-made predicament as he swooned onto the couch in the manner of a distressed Victorian debutante. "This is my nightmare."

Eddie nudged Buck's feet off the arm of the couch and sat down, mulling over the situation while lightly drumming fingers on his knee. "Well . . . you could always just lie and tell them Taylor was too busy with work and couldn't make it."

"It wouldn't work." Buck groaned. "I know my parents. They'd insist on at least meeting her via Zoom. I'm screwed, Eds. I have doomed myself to an entire week of pep talks and sympathy for the Single Guy." He squirmed onto his side as Eddie relocated from arm of the couch to edge of the coffee table.

"If it makes you feel any better you can call me whenever you need to vent and moan." Eddie promised, reaching out to give his friend's shoulder a reassuring squeeze. He carefully examined the man's distraught features, wondering if there was anything he could do in the present moment to make things at least a little bit better. "Let's just take a minute to relax, okay? I'm gonna brew a pot of tea. Something calming."

Buck heaved himself off the couch, plodding along behind his friend with no enthusiasm whatsoever. "You do realize I'll literally wanna vent and moan all day everyday. Y'think you have enough free time for that?"

"Fine, 'whenever' is an overstatement," Eddie admitted as he filled the electric kettle and switched it on, "but it is the best I can do. I mean, short of tagging along and posing as your completely out of nowhere boyfriend just to shut 'em up."

"Oh, aren't you funny!" Buck was beginning to feel mildly annoyed with the man. But then . . . Wait a minute, that's actually perfect, his stressed out brain yelled at him, and a split second later the words went tumbling out his mouth.

Eddie responded with a tiny, almost flattered smile. "Now who's being funny?"

But the wheels in Buck's head were already spinning. "No seriously, it's perfect! Hear me out: I already talk about you all the time so it wouldn't be totally out of nowhere. They know I'm bi, so I wouldn't be dragging you into the middle of a whole 'coming out' drama either-also sidenote, somewhat related: you totally do flirt with men sometimes, I've seen it happen-"

Eddie opened his mouth to fire off a denial, but Buck steamrolled the attempt and kept going.

Wheels.

The wheels would not be stopped.

"And this way I wouldn't even have to deal with their pity for having been cheated on 'cause I can just say Taylor and I broke up amicably when you and I realized. . ." Buck shrugged, eyes darting all over the room as if trying to track down a stray thought. " . . . we realized we're in love or whatever and couldn't staaaaaaaand to be apart-oh my god!" His tone took a sharp left turn from pleading to excited. "My mom loves sappy romantic stuff like that, she is going to lose her mind!"

"Going to?!" Eddie half-shrieked. "What do you mean going to, I haven't agreed to this!" He switched off the kettle, abandoning tea in favor of pulling his best friend off of the ridiculous ledge he was teetering on. "You're asking me to spend an entire week in a house with your parents and cousin and her kids lying to them? And what's our story, huh? Cause they'll probably wanna hear all the cute little details of how we got together. Which means we'd have to come up with some kind of . . . script, Buck! And even aside from our 'story,' there's the issue of showing affection. We'd definitely need to be affectionate in front of them to sell it, so that's another issue with this perfect little plan of yours."

Buck took deep breath to help settle the wild, frenetic energy holding his imagination hostage. Eddie wasn't entirely wrong, he did need to think things out practically.

"Okay . . . we come up with a really simple script. Stick as close to the truth as possible with, like . . . our history and stuff. That way there's less to lie about. And as for affection? We can, we, we, um . . . draw the line at hand holding and being maybe a little bit snuggly. Then if anyone tries to ambush us with mistletoe we'll tell them you're just super uncomfortable with that kind of PDA. They'd never buy that about me, but you're an unknown. There!" He declared triumphantly. "See? Operation Fake Boyfriend would totally work!"

Eddie crossed his arms, annoyed with himself for even allowing the conversation to get this far.

"Eddie?" . . . Buck slid closer to his friend, doing his absolute best to look helpless and pitiful. Like a sad kitten in man-form. " . . . Eds?"

"I hate myself," Eddie grumbled under his breath before replying: "I can't show up without a gift, what sort of things do your parents like?"

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#buddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buckley diaz family #911onfox #single all the way #wacky rom-com hijinks #light fluffy buddie #a fluffer budder if you will #I'm going for 100% adorable here

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kaydeefalls · 3 years ago

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For the writer ask meme: 3, 11, 12 for The Pride

Aw, nice, thank you! The Pride Pact, cheesy meet-cute AU of my heart.

3. Any deleted scenes that didn't make it into the fic?

Nope! I wrote this one in chronological order and 100% by the seat of my pants, just grooving with where it decided to take me. Never had anything extraneous to delete. (That's pretty normal for me, though -- it's rare that I write entire scenes and then delete them later. It definitely happens, but not often.)

11. What happens to these characters 2, 5, 10 years later?

You know, normal stuff. IDK, these are the most real-world-normal versions of the TOG characters I've ever written. Nicky and Joe definitely move in together way too quickly, probably within a couple of months. Joe switches career paths a couple of times, trying to figure out a way to make a living in the arts a little more directly. Nile bullies them into holding their wedding reception at the Guard and is genuinely surprised and thrilled when they actually follow through. She and Celeste probably shack up at some point. Lykon finishes his degree and becomes a social worker, but keeps pulling bar shifts anyway because he enjoys it and likes the excuse to hang out with Andy and Quynh. Everything is soft and occasionally stressful because that's what real life is but they all stay friends and stuff. Just nice happy things, IDK.

12. Pick a scene and give writer's commentary on your thoughts.

OH GOD HOW DO I EVEN

fine

Once in the cab, he ignores Joe as best he can, resting his head against the window. The glass feels cool against his face. Finally, Joe breaks the silence. "I'm sorry," he says. "I don't know what I said that pissed you off so much, but whatever it was, I am sorry."

"Okay," Nicky tells the window, still not looking at him.

"Nicky." When he doesn't respond, Joe reaches out to rub Nicky's shoulder. "C'mon, please. I don't think you've ever been mad at me before, and I really want to make it right. This sucks."

Nicky considers shrugging him off, but realizes he's already leaning into Joe's touch in spite of himself. "It's nothing, it's stupid. I'll probably forget about it in the morning anyway."

"I won't, though. Please, Nicky, just talk to me—"

"I just wish you would stop bringing up the damn Pride pact," Nicky says, all in a rush, knowing exactly how ridiculous he must sound. "Like—it's fine, whatever, I know you and I are never going to…" He swallows and shakes his head. "I've made my peace with it. But you don't need to keep reminding all our friends exactly how unfuckable you think I am."

Joe freezes, his grip on Nicky's shoulder tightening. "That's not—"

"I know that is not how you intend it," Nicky says quietly. "It's just a joke at this point, but that's how it feels, so. I wish you wouldn't."

So, like, it's no secret that the Pride pact is based on an actual agreement I made (at Pride) with the woman who is now my wife, because we were the only two queer women in a social group dominated by gay men. (Very little else about the fic is based on RL, but the basic premise, yes.) Anyway. The way SHE tells it, she'd tried to chat me up a few times at that point, but I was clearly not interested, so she proposed the pact as a way to prove that we could just be friends and I wouldn't have to worry about her Making It Weird. From my perspective, I legit had no idea she was interested and felt very Warned Off by the way she shot me down out of absolutely nowhere when we weren't even flirting or anything. But whatever, it's all good.

Fast forward a couple of years. We're still just friends. She still brings up the pact as a joke among our friends on the regular, and at one point I get drunk with a mutual friend and rant about it to him for like an hour because, like, I haven't had a date in ages and there are still only a bare handful of other female-identified folks in our friend group and I would really appreciate it if my ONE friend who is also inclined towards women would stop reminding all of our mutual friends exactly how unfuckable she finds me. (Unbeknownst to me, the reason she keeps mentioning it is because she is solidly crushing on me at this point and is overcompensating because she still doesn't want to make it weird.)

That conversation between Nicky and Joe? We never actually had it. Because it honestly wound up not being relevant by the time we got together in real life, and it was just that one random night I got really ticked off about it -- it's not something I was genuinely upset by, it had just been a weird night and I'd been in a shitty mood. But that's my imagining of how much more quickly we might have gotten our shit together if we'd ever actually TALKED ABOUT IT like freaking grownups. Living vicariously through fictional characters, folks!

(Other fun fact: my wife reads almost all my fic before I post it these days. When she got to that scene, she was like OH MY GOD IS THAT WHAT YOU THOUGHT THE WHOLE TIME and it was legitimately hilarious.)

#ask me anything #scriggle-scraggle #more info than you probably needed! but i think it's hilarious anyway

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lovelytarou · 4 years ago

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comfort

pairing: bakugo katsuki x f!reader x bokuto koutaro

genre: fluff, a bit of angst(?)

tags: vv self-indulgent fic, mentions of being stressed, hurt/comfort (?), slight body worship, cross-over, tooth-rotting fluff, poly!relationship

a/n: was feeling emo in a while and i so badly wanted my comfort characters to, well, comfort me so here ya go :))

the movie was becoming boring as the seconds pass. the apartment was unusually silent, save for the constant mumbling from the black-and-white haired male pacing back and forth from the kitchen to the livingroom. the sound alone making bakugo restless as he released an exasperated sigh from his parted lips.

“would you quit it? you're making me stressed, too!” bakugo scolded the other male. the latter deflated like a balloon, his hair flopping down along with his expression.

“i'm just so worried about them! they haven't come out since morning and i miss them,” bokuto whined, staring longingly at the closed door of your shared bedroom. it has been hours since you told them that you needed time for yourself, with exams done and out of the way, a new semester looms itself over you, crushing you with its pressure. a promise of series of stresses about to greet you yet again.

they understand you needed to pass and have to work hard for a better future, but they also wanted you to take care of yourself and not neglect your needs. aside from that, it's been a while since the three of you get to spend time with each other.

“they said not to bother them. if you're worried that much then go and check on them,” bakugo scoffed, eyes turning back to the television. he's fooling nobody as he stared blankly at the screen, mind moving a mile a minute as he, too, thought about you. his brain conjuring up worried thoughts and scenarios that isn't good at all.

“eh? no, you come with me!” before bakugo could protest, he was hauled by bokuto's beefy arms as he was dragged in front of your bedroom door. he could only click his tongue in annoyance at the male, as he glanced at the wood separating you from the two of them. you're so close yet so far away.

he let a minute pass, then another, before deciding that ‘fuck it’ and knocked.

there was no response. bokuto stood beside him, anxiety written all over his expressive face as he fiddled with his own thick fingers. their eyes met when you didn't respond to another knock.

“we're coming in!” bakugo announced, twisting the knob before peeking both their heads inside the door.

their breaths hitched when they found you slumped over your desk, head buried in your arms as sobs wracked your body. the sight alone made their heart clench in pain. how could they not notice you hurting like this?

pushing the door wider, they let themselves inside your shared bedroom, feet padding softly towards your slouched form. unbeknownst to you, bokuto and bakugo crouched down on either side of you.

bakugo moved the curtain of hair that's covering your face from them, “hey, princess. why are you crying? did somebody hurt you? was it bokuto?” he glared at the other male who gasped in disbelief at him. of course, he knew bokuto wouldn't hurt you, ever, but he hoped that teasing him would at least bring you out of your sadness and supply them even the tiniest of smiles, anything.

instead, you sniffled in reply. your head finally coming out of your arms that shielded you from the world, but not from the two of them.

“no, it's not kou. sorry...i was just stressed and i guess it all piled down on me,” you said in between sobs, head dipped down to avoid their piercing gazes. if you stared at them any longer, you know you'd break down in tears once again for fear of letting them down and not even being a good girlfriend.

“hey,” bokuto called you on your right, “you know we're here for you, right, pretty girl?” he held your hand, his thumb rubbing comforting circles on the back of it knowing how much it helps calming you down.

you nodded yes at his question, squeezing his hand tighter. bokuto offered you one of his big smiles that never fails to warm your heart. just seeing him smile is enough to calm you some.

“do you think you can take a break, baby? you haven't eaten since you went in here,” your attention was brought back to bakugo as he caressed your face, wiping away any stray tears that escaped your eyes.

“i can cook your favorite for you?” he offered, one of his rare gentle smiles gracing you.

still hiccuping, you nodded in response, a watery smile making its way on your face, “yeah...i'd like that,” you mumbled.

“there she is, there's our pretty girl and her beautiful smile!” bokuto cooed, chuckling at the sight of your smile. your face erupted in a blush upon his comment, making you hide your face on bakugo's palm still caressing your cheek.

“alright, owl face, carry her to the kitchen.” bakugo ordered bokuto which the latter made a face to but nonetheless accepted it, he does love you in his arms, anyway. plus, he can show off his strength to you this way.

“let's go, princess. hold onto me like this.” bokuto carefully lifted you from your chair and into his strong arms, carrying you bridal style.

“i can walk perfectly fine, guys.” you stated, but not denying being carried, nevertheless. your face flushed even more at the thought of bokuto carrying you like this and holding onto his strong body.

the man in question smirked and chuckled at your reaction, revelling in it as he expected what would exactly happen the moment you're wrapped in his arms like this.

“we know, pretty girl.” bokuto kissed your temple, smiling down at you as he carried you out of the room.

“but how can you know you're really our princess if we don't treat you like one?” bakugo added, walking behind you two as he closed the bedroom door, a proud smirk on his face.

you swear you didn't know your face could get any more hotter than it is already. he knows just how affected you are with their pet names and he enjoys it.

“shut up,” you weakly retorted, hiding your face on the crook of bokuto's neck.

he had set you down on a chair, bakugo instantly went to work as bokuto get out the plates, cups, and utensils you all will be using to eat. they took real care of you once dinner was served, bokuto even going as far as feeding you but you refused and saying that you can eat just fine. afterwards, you volunteered to wash the dishes and cleanup like you usually do but they stopped you and did it by themselves instead.

“go wait in the room for us, princess. we'll take care of this, okay?” bakugo asked, winking at you.

“oh...okay,” you walked to the room this time and waited patiently for the two of them like they asked. after a few moment, they entered, each sporting a fond smile on their faces once their eyes landed on you.

“good girl, i thought you fell asleep waiting on us.” bakugo chuckled, moving toward you and leaning over to give you a kiss. closing your eyes as you leaned more into the kiss, you relished in the affection he is giving you – moaning against his plump lips. before it can escalate any further though, bakugo pulled away with a cheeky grin, pecking the corner of your lips one last time.

“i'll go prepare a bath for us, bo will help you with your clothes.” he muttered, voice rumbling low and he turned on his heels as he made his way towards the bathroom.

bokuto replaced him seconds later, a wide grin on his face as he sat in front of you. before you can speak, he engulfed you in a tight hug, humming all the while as he buried his face in your neck.

“mmm, i missed you a lot, baby.” he placed a kiss on your skin there, big hands caressing your back up and down in soothing motions.

you were taken aback by the crack in his voice and the wet feeling on your shoulder. shouldn't you be the one crying?

“i missed you a lot too, kou. i'm sorry i haven't been spending time with you and katsuki, i was just so busy with a lot of stuff lately.” leaning your head on top of his, your hands wandered toward his hair, scratching it just how he likes it.

bokuto pulled away from you even though the way you played with his hair was too satisfying and he missed that a lot too.

“i wish you weren't overworking yourself like that. it makes me sad seeing you cry and get stressed.” he frowned, a cute pout forming on his lips. he's simply too adorable and his thoughtfulness is one of the things you love about him.

“next time, tell us when you're having trouble with anything, okay? we don't want you to shoulder all your problems by yourself. we're both strong enough to help you with it!” you chuckled at his determined face, but the thought wasn't lost to you and you're thankful for that.

“i know, kou. i'm sorry i didn't tell you guys, i promise i'll ask for both of your help the next time.” you wiped away his tears before wrapping your arms around him. bokuto somehow felt relieved by those words alone and he's hanging onto them. he realized it felt even better if it was him who's encased in your arms.

“i love you, y/n.” he mumbled, placing a kiss at the top of your head.

“i love you, too, kou.”

“now let's get you out of these clothes and have a bath!”

bokuto helped you strip your clothes and his before carrying you into the bathroom. there, you find bakugo beside the tub that is now almost full. he turned off the tap the moment he saw you two enter.

bokuto placed you inside the foamy and bubbly tub, before disappearing to get your toiletries. bakugo, on the other hand, stepped in the tub with you and sat behind you - telling you to make room for him.

the latter returned with your stuff and he, too, entered the tub and sat in front of you. he beamed at you as he grabbed a scrub before dipping it in the tub while bakugo grabbed the shampoo bottle. he helped take off your hair tie keeping your hair up and wetted it with water. he then squirted shampoo on his palm and began massaging it on your head.

you sighed at the treatment you're receiving, head leaning back on bakugo's shoulder as you closed your eyes. bokuto's eyes met bakugo's as he scrubbed your legs gently, the both of them smiling at you.

“feeling good, princess?” you felt more than you heard bakugo's words as your back was pressed on his chest.

“mhm, feels amazing.” you breathed out, a smile etched on your lips as you felt like you were in heaven.

they both chuckled at that and continued bathing you before doing the same thing to themselves. the three of you were wrapped in a comfortable silence with only the sound of the sloshing water, the even breathing and the beating of your hearts accompanying the peace.

when it's time to rinse, bakugo rubbed and caressed your shoulders, upper arms and hands. he peppered them with kisses and repeated mantra of ‘i love you’s with every spot of his skin that his lips touched. bokuto kept reciting the things he loves about you as he rinsed your lower half and you swear you were drowning by the amount of love and the feeling of being whole these two are giving you selflessly, but you welcomed it.

after drying yourselves, bakugo was the one who carried you back into the room and helped you dress. bokuto dried your hair for you and combed it gently, being careful of the strands and tangles on the way as to not hurt you.

“do you need anything before going to bed?” bokuto had asked after putting away the comb, brushing your hair to the side as he placed his chin on your shoulder.

“nope, just you two.”

bokuto pecked your cheek and helped tuck yourselves in bed. bakugo slotted himself on the other side of you, an arm wrapping around your waist as he pulled you closer and laid your head on top of his chest. bokuto followed suit, happily wrapping his own arm and leg on the two of you, making bakugo grunt because of the weight.

the three of you showered each other in whispered words of love that night. and before you felt your eyelids drop, you could only make out what they said before you succumbed to your slumber.

“we're always here for you when you need us.”

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goatcheesecak3 · 9 months ago

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Bus stop part 7

Adam Faulkner-Stanheight x M!reader

Fic type: fluff

Warnings: none

Summary: a glimpse into life living with Adam

Y/n and Adam had been living together for about a month now, and despite the stress of the move, life couldn't be better. The pair now resided in a cosy apartment in a clean, safe, and friendly part of the city. The rent was a little higher than their old places, but with rent being split between the two of them, it was manageable. The walls were covered in an array of posters, artwork (some thrifted, some painted by Adam), and of course, plenty of framed photographs that Adam had taken. While putting up these pictures Adam had remarked over and over again that this made it feel like a "real home." In his childhood home, family portraits were pretty much unheard of, so it was a non negotiable that a picture of Adam, y/n and their new family member- a black cat named Frank- took pride of place on the small mantle in the living room.

Days in this new home would often start with the smell of coffee and toast, but on weekends y/n would sometimes spoil Adam with pancakes and crispy bacon drenched in syrup. This was the case on a particular lazy Saturday morning.

"Adammmmm" y/n whispered from the doorway to the bedroom.

The sleeping Adam responded with a grunt, and a mumbled "five more minutes," before pulling the covers over his head"

"Fine, I guess I'll just have to give all your pancakes to Frank"

That got his attention.

As if he were a sleeper cell, only activated by the word "pancakes" Adam shot out of bed, rubbing his sleepy eyes.

He looked ever so cute in black boxers and a baggy band tshirt, his hair elegantly tousled and his sharp nose twitching at the smell of breakfast.

"Come on, sweetpea," y/n smiled lovingly, holding out a hand for him to take.

Adam took more than a hand, opting instead to hug y/n's waist and lean his tired head on y/n's shoulder.

"You are literally my dream man" he mumbled, and y/n could hear the smile in his voice.

"If I'd known pancakes were gonna illicit a response like that, I would have made them the first day I met you" y/n chuckled, hugging Adam back and kissing his cheek.

The pair made their way to the beat up sofa in the front room. It was the same one from Adam's old apartment, the same one they'd shared their first kiss on. It was falling apart and needed patching up on a regular basis, but it was too special to throw out. Curled up on the sofa, drinking hot coffee and inhaling their pancakes at lightning speed, Adam and y/n (and Frank the cat) channel surfed all morning. It was a perfectly uneventful day, and after all the chaos that Adam had been through, it was moments like this, the beauty and joy in pure monotony, that just solidified to him how perfect life could really be.

#adam faulkner stanheight #adam saw #saw adam #adam faulkner #adam stanheight #adam faulkner x reader #adam stanheight x reader #adam faulkner stanheight x reader #x m!reader #m!reader #fluff #fanfiction #saw 2004 #saw

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fabulouspotatosister · 4 years ago

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please dial again later

summary: you call the doctor. the doctor gets your call a little too late.

word count: ill add this later 1,483

a/n: not a request fill, just a little idea i had that i needed to get down. school is coming up very very very very soon, and i'm a lil stressed out so i haven't really been writing, but hopefully i'll get those requests done soon! this fic is kinda dedicated to @bushlandwriting, whose tags on their reblogs have really been getting me through the back-to-school rush. thanks so much lovely!

(also i almost titled this "you used to call me on my cellphone", so enjoy)

gif credit: @minimoefoe

Ring, ring!

The gentle chimes of a phone ringing filled the interior of the TARDIS console room, the soft sound bouncing off the hexagonal walls. The Doctor looked up from her work - well, it wasn’t really important work, she was just tinkering, but if it kept her mind busy then it was work - and caught Yaz’s eye from across the room. She was staring at her phone, confusion written over her face, and the Doctor caught her question before she could even open her mouth.

“Wondering why you’re getting a call in the Time Vortex?” the Doctor asked, pulling her goggles off her face.

“How’d you…” Yaz trailed off. Her bewildered expression morphed into an amused smile. “Nevermind.”

The Doctor bounded over to Yaz’s side and leaned over her shoulder to look at the phone’s screen. Unknown number, it read, the slide to accept button flashing slowly. Yaz eyed her phone apprehensively. “Should I accept it?”

“Why not? No harm in trying,” the Doctor replied. “Well, there might be. But we’re in the Time Vortex. Should be fine.”

Yaz swiped the button. Glancing at the Doctor, she lifted the phone to her ear and spoke. “Hello?”

The Doctor watched Yaz’s eyebrows pinch in confusion, watched her mouth hanging open as the person on the other end spoke. Then, silently, she lowered the phone and held it towards the Doctor.

“They’re asking for you,” Yaz said.

“What?” The Doctor took the phone from Yaz’s hand and looked at the screen. It still read unknown number, but now the chances of it being someone unknown where much slimmer. The Doctor didn’t know why that scared her so much. “Are you sure they called for me and not another Doctor?”

“There aren’t more of you,” Yaz said. “Are there?”

Loads, the Doctor wanted to say. “In a way,” she said instead. “This call might not even be for me.”

“No harm in trying,” Yaz echoed. A quiet voice crackled from the phone’s speaker, and the Doctor gulped.

“Right,” she muttered. She turned around, slowly lifting the phone to her ear, and took a deep breath. “Hello? The Doctor speaking.”

“...hello?”

The Doctor froze.

To Yaz, she looked perfectly calm. Standing still with her feet planted to the floor. But to the Doctor, calm had an entirely different definition: calm meant that her racing mind had just stuttered to a stop and calm meant she didn’t know what to do next.

It was you on the other end of the line.

You spoke again, soft and croaky. “I’m sorry, who is this? Have I got the wrong number? Uh, I’ll just hang up -”

The Doctor could practically feel you - hearing your voice is enough to make her imagine you by her side, just like you were so long ago. Your smile, your laugh, bright against anything the universe threw at you.

She wanted to scream. She wanted to shout, cry, throw Yaz’s phone against the wall, curse the TARDIS for the call.

She did none of those things. Deep breath, Doctor. “Wait,” she said, her voice strained. “It’s me, I’m the Doctor.”

You coughed. It sounded strange through the phone. She remembered this, the memory coming to the front of her brain clearly - one day, when she was a bowtie-wearing young man, she’d dropped you off at your home and you’d gotten sick. She remembered coming to your house and seeing you days later, miserable and wrapped up in blankets. She remembered you complaining that she hadn’t picked up your calls. She remembered tucking you into bed and waiting until you’d fallen asleep to climb into bed and lie next to you.

“No,” you chuckled. “No, you’re not the Doctor. He’s a guy.”

“I’ve had an upgrade,” the Doctor said. You laughed softly, your breaths puffing against the receiver. You were probably still lying in your bed, waiting. “Hello, sweetheart.”

“Oh.” You were silent for a moment. The Doctor heard the faint rustling of sheets as you shifted. “Well, hello there, future Doctor.”

The Doctor could feel a wave of emotion washing over her, and she closed her eyes. If Yaz looked hard enough, she would have seen the Doctor’s hands shaking ever so slightly. Regret washed over her first, so heavy she could have drowned in it.

“Are you still there?”

“Always,” the Doctor whispered.

“Okay, good,” you said, then hummed. “Is this a spoiler? Everything River’s told me so far is telling me that this is a spoiler. But I think it’s a good spoiler.”

“Why?”

“You sound really cute,” you murmured, your voice heavy with sleep. “I really like your accent. Are you from the North now?”

“Suppose I am,” she replied. “You like it?”

You yawned, and the Doctor couldn’t keep the smile off her face. “Are you what I have to look forward to?”

You would never even get to see her twelfth face. “Yes,” the Doctor said, her throat closing up. “I think you should get really excited.”

“Hang on, super important question,” you said suddenly. The sheets rustled again, like you had sat up quickly. “Are you finally ginger?”

The Doctor smiled again, though her hearts were twisting in her chest. This was a taste of what it would have been like if you had survived, if she hadn’t failed to protect you, and she wanted it. “No. But I am blonde.”

You sighed dramatically and fell back against your bed with a thump. “You know what they say about blondes, they have more fun. Speaking of fun, am I having fun? With you?”

The Doctor opened her eyes and turned around, glancing at Yaz. Yaz startled - there were tears running down her face, stray strands of blonde hair plastered to her skin. You’d struck the Doctor, deep in her hearts. It hurt, and all the Doctor could think was “why?” Why this? Why you? Why now, when you weren’t by her side anymore? What was this if not torture for her aching hearts?

“Spoilers,” the Doctor croaked.

You laughed. You laughed, and the Doctor nearly broke. The wounds of your departure weren’t fresh, but the sound of your laugh was enough to draw blood once again. She didn’t want to admit that she missed you, because it meant that you were truly gone.

But it was the truth. “I miss you.”

“Miss you too,” you sang. Your voice stuttered, words overlapping over one another - the call was breaking up - but she tried to hold on to the cheeriness in your voice. “Oh - someone’s at the door -”

“That’ll be me,” the Doctor said. And if it was her last chance to say it - “Goodbye.”

“No, not goodbye,” you said, and the Doctor imagined you smiling so brightly at her, “see you soon.”

The TARDIS broke the connection.

“Yeah,” the Doctor whispered. “See you soon.”

The doorbell rang again. Still giddy, you threw your phone onto your bed and stumbled down the stairs, your blanket wrapped tight around your body. What a call! You’d have to make sure it wasn’t a strange fever dream later.

You opened the door and grinned at your visitor - the Doctor, your floppy-haired bowtie-wearing Doctor stood in your doorway, a bright smile on his face. His smile dropped a little when he saw you, and he leaned forward to look at your face. “Are you alright?”

You probably looked like a mess. You hadn’t combed your hair since you laboriously climbed out of the shower, your face was flushed with a fever, and you were like a burrito inside your thick blanket, trying to keep away the chill. The answer, of course, was no, but you had more pressing questions.

“You weren’t answering my calls,” you said, pouting, and the Doctor paled. “Someone else picked up.”

“Who?” the Doctor asked, wide-eyed. “The TARDIS must have rerouted the call, did you get Sandshoes? Please don’t tell me you got Sandshoes -”

You laughed, cutting him off. “No, I didn’t get Sandshoes. Or Technicolor Dream Coat. I got a girl.”

The Doctor’s eyebrows shot into his hairline. “I’m going to be a girl?”

“She’s blonde,” you said cheerily. The Doctor frowned, stepping inside and shutting the door carefully behind him.

“Blonde isn’t ginger,” the Doctor grumbled. A second later, his face broke into a big smile. “That’s brilliant, though. I’ve always wanted to be blonde! That was second to ginger.”

“She had a cute accent,” you continued. “I think you’re going to be really pretty.”

“Yeah?” The Doctor grinned. “I’m already pretty. Or so I’ve been told.”

“Quit fishing for compliments, pretty boy,” you chimed, sidling up to him and resting your head against his shoulder. The Doctor wrapped a careful arm around you, and you settled into his warm touch. “I’ve really missed you.”

(And hundreds of years away, the Doctor lived in the memory of you cradled in her arms, enjoying the time you still had together.)

#jess writes #doctor who #doctor who x reader #thirteenth doctor x reader #doctor who fanfiction #thirteenth doctor fanfiction #eleventh doctor fanfiction #<- but like. near the end.

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outcast-thingz · 4 years ago

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Hello my lovelies im back once again with a song fic. I'm feeling SUUUUPER DUUUUPER iffy on this one, I don't like how I ended it but I'll put it up for now. Just know it may come down later for editing... anyways enjoy!

Pairing: Kyotani x Reader

Summary: loosing a match results in new friends and a new spark?

Warnings: fluff, and a bit of cussing here and there

Love at First Kick

"Y/n please!" Oikawa begs. You briefly glare at the whiny boy. You grunt and struggle to win the arm wrestling match with Iwaizumi.

"I'm not going to be your-" you grunt again and successfully push Iwa's hand down on the table, "manager." You turn in your seat so you are fully facing Oikawa. The sinister look on your face is a complete 180 of how you normally look and act. "You interrupt one of my arm wrestling matches with Iwazumi again and I will send you to an early grave Trashbag. Now you two should go, you'll be late if you don't." You threaten. Oikawa smirks,

"You love me and you know it. If you didn't you wouldn't hang around Iwa-chan and I so much!" He lifts a finger as if a light bulb lit up above his head, "what about this? One more match with Iwa-cha. If you win I will stop pestering you about being our manager."

"And if I lose?" You dare to ask. Oikawa frowns,

"I'm surprised you have to ask Y/n-chan~" he returns to that stupid smug smirk, " I thought you were supposed to be smart. You are in smart classes aren't you?"

"Get to the point Trashbag, or I'm leaving." You threaten, he briefly glances at Iwaizumi

"If you lose then you have to agree to be our manager." His eyes narrow and his smirk deepens. Before you have the chance to argue Iwaizumi grips your hand.

"I-... fine" you roll you eyes, "just be ready to look for someone else to be your manager." You agree begrudgingly. The match begins and you realize your mistake. While you had both been struggling for three round before this, you knew Iwaizumi had a bigger stamina than you. 'That asshole! He waited to ask for this match on purpose!' You thought to yourself as the struggling Iwa successfully slams your hand down. The moment he releases your hand you slam both of yours on the table and rise to your feet.

"Did you let me win earlier!? Because you were NOT pushing as hard as you were earlier!" You argue knowing you were wrong. Oikawa busts out laughing. Iwaizumi shakes his head,

"No, I just refused to lose this because I didn't want to listen to Trashy-kawa moan and complain for the next two weeks about failing again." He crosses his eyes and narrows them at you, " You let your guard down, not me. Maybe part of you wants our manager afterall." His eyes soften as you purse your lips knowing you'd been caught red handed.

"I do not!!" You lied.

"Awe Y/n-chan~, or should I say Manager~. you don't have to be shy. You can say I finally got to you. After all everyone falls for my charms at some point." Oikawa teases before starting to run off. You spin on your heels and just barely miss being caught by Iwa.

'On the first day of class; you walked into the room; a hot little thing; with a bad attitude'

You're hot on Oikawa's heels. If you hadn't been mad you would have fell over laughing when he looked over his shoulder and yelped seeing you so close. He busts into the gym where only one other boy happened to be. You kick Oikawa to the floor and quickly pin his arm behind his back.

"Damn Y/n I didn't know you were into that" Oikawa jokes as he winced in pain. A whistle rings out in the gym. Before you could do anything else to the aggravating captain a pair of arms wrap around you. Not knowing who it was turned all of your anger into panic. You struggled for a moment before realizing what you had to do to get free. You slam you head back/up hitting your capture's chin. Then you stomp on their foot as hard as you could. They release you. You spin and round house kick the boy kid that held you. You foot reaches the ground and a chilling grip lands on your shoulder.

"Y/n, calm down." Iwa's voice come from behind you. You work on slowing your breathing as you search for whoever held you. Once you spot him you look up at Iwa who nods and let's you go. Iwaizumi drags Oikawa off by the ear to the changing room where the rest of the boys were exiting from. You extend a hand to the poor boy,

"Here." He looks you up and down, huffy, and grips your hand. As bright as his yellow hair was you could help but hold your gaze in his glaring eyes. His cold intimidating aura mixed and tangled with his firey, piercing eyes. You gripped as hard as you could and helped him to his feet. You could see his eyes soften as a warm light seems to hide behind the swirling honey brown pot for eyes he has.

'And I knew, I knew; I knew you were trouble baby'

"Are you okay? I'm sorry I kind freaked out when I realized it wasn't Iwaizumi who had their arms around me" you apologize. The brooding boy just stares at you for a moment. You purse your lips to the side and lift an eyebrow. After waving a hand in front of him, "hello? Did I really hit you that hard?" And calling to him he blinks. He shakes his head and sticks his hand out to you.

"Kyo- Kyotmmi" he mumbles as he keeps his eyes glued to the outstretched hand. You can't help but giggle and smile. You grip his hand and his eyes snap up to yours like an excited puppy.

"Y/n," the two of you shake hands. Your hands part and fall to their respective sides. The rest of the team lines up beside Kyotani. You back up so you are in front of them but lined up with the middle person. They go down the line introducing themselves.

"Hello~! It's a pleasure to meet all of you, I'm Y/n! I will be you're new manager, so feel free to ask me any questions." You bow. "Pleasure to meet you manager!" All but one of the boys bow breifly and speak in unison. After a second or two Yahaba turns, slaps Kyo's back and laughs,

"Jesus Mad Dog. Breathe." The rest of the team joins in laughter. Once again you find yourself smiling and giggling,

"Relax Kyo-Kyo. I don't normally roundhouse people, just Oikawa when he gets on my nerves."

"Wait!? You roundhouse kicked Mad Dog!?" Kindaichi shouts with wide eyes. You cross your arms and rub your thumb back and forth on your bicep,

"Yeah… again im really sorry about that Kyo-Kyo."

"I'm sorry did I hear you say Kyo-Kyo~? Awe Y/n-chan~ are you already falling for mad dog? What a cute nickname for him but kinda of opposite from his personality don't 'cha think?" Oikawa teases as he approaches the team with Iwaizumi. Iwa smacks the back of the captain's head. "Iwachan you're so mean!" Oikawa whines.

"Wait. Did you not say Kyo-Kyo? I- oh my! I-I I'm sorry, I really thought you said your name was Kyo-Kyo!" You blushed furiously as you explained yourself. The daggers shooting from Kyotani's eyes at his captain could kill an elephant.

"Quit saying it if you don't mean it!" He barks at you as he turns his head to the side and stares st the ground.

"What's that suppose to mean?" Yahaba jokingly elbows Kyotani who is matchingabout blush. Kunimi raises his hand to his chest,

"It was an accident but I think our Mad Dog actually likes our manager's nickname for him." Kyotani growls and glares at Kunimi. Oikawa stomps his foot like a child having a tantrum,

"Don't call him Mad Dog! That's my nickname for him!" Kunimi turns to his captain, pulls the bottom of his eyelid down and sticks tounge out. "RUDE! Don't do that to your captain!!" He chides. You watched as the other team members teases Kyotani while Kunimi messes with Oikawa.

Out of worry that the team was overwhelming you Iwaizumi gently places his hand on your shoulder.

"Y/n?" You smiled and began to laugh. All mouths shut and eyes landed on you. You continued to laugh as the boys shared confused glances. "God, it's no wonder Iwaizumi is stressed all the time." You pause to continue laughing, "it certainly explains why on his bad days it's impossible to beat him in an arm wrestling match. He must be taking his frustration out on the matches. You all are insane…" you laughter dies down but your smile stays. "Losing that match might have been the best thing that's ever happened to me. I can't wait to manage you guys." You admit.

Everyone shares a collective laugh and practice finally starts. Once it ends Kyotani runs up to you with that excited puppy look in his eyes again.

"Will.. will you arm wrestle me sometime?" He asks, his voice once again a mumble. You nod your head,

"Of course any time Kyotani!" His eyes became dim, almost as if he didn't like you calling him by his real name. He starts to shuffle away. You shake your head smiling yet again because of this hot-headed boy. "Hey!" You call out, "how about after some ice cream, you and I have a match?... Kyo Kyo~" His eyes light up but his face remains blank. You could see that inside he was smiling as he nods. Just like that your free night had a new date.

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