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kryptznnn · 16 days ago

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♡- Between Us

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꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦

➸ INTERESTS; - na'vi!neteyam x fem!omatikayan reader

➸ BACKGROUND; - You and Neteyam were completely polar opposites. He was hardworking, focused, careful, and of course responsible, as he was to be the future oletekayan of your people. You however were reckless, careless, and lived your life to the fullest; you were free, and he admired that from you. Whether it was your strong heart and spirit or your carefree lifestyle, something was drawing him towards you. How will things go once he realizes your sudden closeness with his younger brother and distance between your relationship with one another?

➸ WARNINGS; - wc.3.4k, fluff, heated tension, kissing, idk couple shit, oneshot

➸a.i; - back w another banger !! gotta say thank u to consistency and not procrasinating as a uni student!!

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You stood and watched from afar with your closest friend; Kiri, as her older brother was in the forest, on a 'date' as his father had described it with a girl around your ages.

The situation was humorous honestly, as you were all a group seated by the lakes in the village, she approached Neteyam, introducing herself and her interest in him and wanted to get to know him more as she expressed her interest in him.

You couldn't quite remember her name, Cela't probably. Honestly, she had earned your respect, her boldness was admirable and flattering, obviously taking everyone by surprise. Of course, you and Lo'ak shared your 'oohs' to which Neteyam had rolled his eyes, gotten up moving elsewhere with her and talked to her more in private.

You watched as they said their goodbyes to one another, but not without a hug being shared, to which you eyed Kiri, and she did the same to you. Right after she walked off, he shook his head, waiting for her to reach a distance far enough before he cupped his hands over his mouth.

"You guys can come out now! I know you're here" He shouted, you froze and looked over to Kiri yet again, she only shrugged. Before you were able to make your appearance Lo'ak and Spider peered out from the bushes a few feet beside you.

Well, it seems as if you two weren't the only people with nothing to do and were curious to where this date would lead too. They walked over to Neteyam, sharing laughter and stupid jokes, then small talk. You took it as the perfect opportunity to walk in, you quickly grabbed Kiri's hand and walked over to the boys.

"Soo how did it go?" You asked, standing in front of Neteyam, who was partially surprised to see you and his sister, both with large smiles plastered on your faces with eager eyes awaiting his answer. He placed a hand over the back of his neck and shrugged.

"She's nice and respectful, I think you guys would like her, she said she's willing to meet you all." He said hesitantly, looking at everything else other than your eyes, he physically couldn't meet your gaze.

In all honesty, he never wanted to go out with her to begin with, he didn't want to get to know her, what she likes, how she feels about certain things, how many family members she had, none of it. He had no reason to explore and go out to see other women when he had already had his mind set on who he wanted.

He wanted you.

Neteyam knew who he was from a very early age, and everyone else did too. He was collected, but also compact, whenever he had his mind made up nothing could change it. So, when he had his mind made up on you it made things all the more difficult to be around you. He'd rather save himself from the awkwardness of it all.

"Buuuuuuuuuuuut" Lo'ak added, poking his brother in the arm who quickly swatted his hand away.

"But I don't think we'll go anywhere further than being friends, I don't see her in that way" Neteyam responded, now folding his arms with a hint of guilt on his face, you scoffed and shook your head.

"Why not!! She's pretty, tall, nice, and she seemed to really like you, friend zoning her is crazy!" You said, throwing your hands up in the air, the others nodded their heads in agreeance. Followed by Spider and Lo'ak calling him a 'skxawng' as you and Kiri laughed in response.

"Because he likes someone else, duhh! Like so deeply madly in love, I mean it's written all over his fac-" Lo'ak cut himself off, slapping his hand over his mouth wide-eyed. Spider and Kiri both shushed him as you looked to them all in confusion with your mouth agape.

Neteyam froze and gritted his teeth at Lo'ak, who repeatedly apologized over and over for his stupid slip up. So, it was true, you were surprised of how blind you were to not even realize it.

He liked someone else,

he was in love with someone else

madly in love.

You took a deep sharp breath and said your goodbyes to the group, quickly turning around and walking away making your way back to your family's hut, tears threatening to pry out your eyes and soak your face. Lo'ak quickly pushed past the others and caught up to you immediately knowing something was up, speed walking side by side with you.

"Damn you walk fast as hell hold on" he said, grabbing your arm attempting to slow you down, you just shrugged him off and rolled your eyes. You stopped walking and turned to look at him, eyeing back to the group and especially Neteyam.

"Don't make things more awkward than they already are" you whispered to him, then grabbing his hand and walking further away from the group deeper into the forest. Lo'ak immediately understood the reason as to why.

Their father had raised each of them to have keen eyes, as something he learned back in his days when he lived with the sky people; 'lip-reading' is what it was called, and honestly you didn't like it. It was useful at certain times of course you couldn't complain, but you hated how much of an invasion of privacy it felt like.

Where you two hid the group could still see you, well more specifically Neteyam, who hadn't removed his eyes off of you since you had turned to walk away.

"I can't see what they're talking about, Lo'aks' back is facing here" he spoke, irritation in his voice. Kiri only shook her head as Spider attempted to pat his shoulder, to which he couldn't really reach towards their height difference and patted his back instead.

Neteyam was more or so surprised at first, seeing you and Lo'ak spend most of your time together, you were Kiri's best friend, and it was sure Lo'ak already had his own.

He tried to pry a reaction out of sister of course, asking if it had bothered her how much time you and Lo'ak have spent together the past couple of days. Of course, to his dismay she only shrugged and said she didn't mind, and it was almost destined for the two of you to become close in such a short period of time.

You two were just another version of one another in all honesty. Same personality, same integrity, same attitude, and same careless free living. This saddened Neteyam, he always wondered whenever you were alone with just him were you ever that happy, and what is it that Lo'ak had that he didn't.

Your positive attitude and confidence is what made him realize what he felt for you. At first it was admiration, which he explained to his father on their early fishing trips before his maturing stage. The way he described you and how his face lit up his father could already tell where this was headed, but he just told him they'd have this topic of conversation when he was older in nearly a decade.

Now when he described you, he was unable to hide his smile and bashful face. As he spoke in a loving tone all it took was Neytiri and Jake to share a glance to know what Neteyam was feeling.

It was love, and not just any ordinary family, or platonic friendship kind of love. It was a romantic kind of love, the kind of love he described that he 'wasn't able to see anyone else beside him other than you' kind of love, and he's felt like this ever since.

"Y/n, seriously, you need to talk to him" Lo'ak spoke, placing his hands on your shoulders, you only shook your head.

"And say what exactly?? You're insane!! 'Hey, I really like you and have had a crush on you for a while, but I just found out that you like someone else. I just wanted to get my confession out of the way and move on bla bla.'" You shouted in a whisper, making a fake talking hand to mock yourself and Lo'aks' idea, he sucked his teeth.

"It's not what you think okay? Just give it a shot please, you're in over your head you won't get rejected." He yelled in a whisper back to you, you rose a brow confused by his words, what did he mean you wouldn't get rejected?

Unless if

"Neteyam has feelings for me?" You asked, Lo'ak just gulped, nodding his head then cursing at himself. "So, you knew this whole time about us both and didn't say anything?" You asked again, now becoming upset by his actions, feeling played. Lo'ak threw his hands up in a way of surrender shaking his head.

"It wasn't my business to tell, it still isn't, which is why it's so important you two talk okay?? I thought the closer we got the easier it would be for either of you to just jump off the bat and say something, but no one has, so go." He said, placing his hands down and on over your shoulder, completely unaware that the others had all left to return back to their hut, all except Neteyam of course.

You smiled at Lo'ak, moving shortly to the side then giving him a large hug and thanking him, before walking back to the site everyone was, hand in hand.

You quickly let go of Lo'ak and walked over to Neteyam, a big cheerful smile on your face as you grabbed his hand. He wore a sad expression on his face seeing the short moments of intimacy between you and his younger brother.

Neteyam was used to the expression of jealousy, he's worn it before and has seen what it does to other people, but it wasn't what he was feeling now. Right now, he felt pain and betrayal, from you and more importantly his brother, who knew how he felt. Now thinking it was some sort of competition or challenge now for love, for his love, and it felt like he was losing.

"We must go, I have something important to tell you, let's go to the hallelujah mountains, niwin." [quickly] You spoke with excitement, now pulling Neteyams hand, he straightened his sad expression and looked over to his younger brother who was preparing to part his ways back to the hut as well. Giving his brother a thumbs up and winking, mouthing the words 'you got this bro' before leaving.

Neteyam's head had now turned back to you, who was leading him through the opposite of the forest towards where the ikran's rested. He took this initiative too truly examine your face and excitement radiating off of your body. It reminded him of when you two were children, always doing things you weren't supposed too, sneaking around late at night to the hallelujah mountains or special spots underneath the tree of souls.

He was always left in amazement by how you created the most beautiful or adventurous things out of nothing, or maybe your caring and sweet personality when it came to interacting with children such as his youngest sister. Every single thing you did drew him towards you, and he could hardly understand what went through your mind, but that's what he liked the most, the fact you were unreadable.

"We should go to our favorite spot there c'mon, wake up your ikran so we can go" you whispered in a frenzy, practically buzzing all over. He only laughed softly while looking at you, letting go of your hand and petting his ikran softly, whistling to it while you looked up at the night sky and the stars from above, shining so brightly.

He slowly walked over to you, placing his hand out for you to take before making your way to his ikran, stepping on slowly after he was seated, sitting behind him and placing your hands around his torso, holding him tight.

He only smiled, deep down missing this feeling. The scent of you and the feeling of your head resting on his back while your hair tickled his upper back and lower neck as you two flew into the night sky to the hallelujah mountains.

Truth be told, through the entirety of this your heart was racing. How could it not, you were excited, anxious, concerned and confident. All of your emotions mixed so quickly you couldn't tell which one you were feeling. You were also worried that Neteyam would've been able to hear your heart beating out of your chest, so you took a deep breath to keep your composure.

"Is this 'serious talk' about what you and my brother were talking about? In the forest earlier?" He asked, turning his head slightly to the side to see you, you propped your head up and turned to him, resting your chin on his left shoulder.

"Uh yeah, kind of? It's a long story, but um.." you lead on, not sure what to say next. You didn't want everything to come out now, you wanted to wait for the perfect timing. "All I can say is that it's about how I feel, and you can't know until we get to our destination." You said proudly, slipping a quick joke of how you wished you could pat yourself on the back, to which he laughed at.

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You walked over to the small cave you and Neteyam had explored as children, claiming it as your own. You had cleaned it and decorated it with one another of treasures you had gotten from each of your adventures and your several 'near death' experiences from being so reckless. Fortunately, Neteyam was there every single time to save you, to where you two would laugh about the matters afterwards.

"Za'u, niwin, we have to clear the air." [come, quickly,] You spoke, grabbing a large cloth and draping it over yourself to stay warm, as you gave another one to Neteyam, to which he thanked you and smiled in return.

He wasn't sure if you could tell, but his heart was beating loudly, and quite harsh, as if ready to burst out of his chest. He kept fidgeting his fingers, and trying to steady his breathing, but his mind was rushing to millions of questions.

Were you going to tell him about his brother? Did you like his brother? Did you know he liked you? Did you know how much he likes you? Is something wrong with you? Your family?

His heartbeat was ready to deafen him, thumping so hard in his ears he genuinely believed his brain was beginning to ring as well.

"I've wanted to talk to you for such a long time now, I always pictured how this would go or what would lead up to this moment, but I never thought it would happen this way.." you stared, smiling to yourself as you picked up one of the shells Neteyam had brought here a few years back off the walls of the cave and fidgeting with it.

Maybe he would've felt something was off with you or your confession, or not believe what you were to tell him as you were the first person to encourage him to go on his date with someone else. If you really like someone you wouldn't push them to go find something in someone else, they wish to see in you, that's obvious enough.

You licked your lips and swallowed, parting your lips to speak, but hesitate.

Just spit it out, spit it out

"I've thought about us, and our friendship for a while Nete..." You said, still keeping your eyes locked onto your hands and your new 'toy' that helped you relax your nerves a little. Stopping the pounding coming from your head and hands, which were previously trembling. "I feel drawn to you, in a way I can't really explain. I do love being your friend, and I love all of the memories we've shared with one another, but I feel like there's something else there." You spoke with your eyes shut, now no longer fidgeting your fingers. Your cheeks had flushed madly to a point only Eywa would know, you felt your entire body tense up and heat up.

It's over, you did it, you spat it o-

Your thoughts were cut off by a pair of lips meeting yours, snapping out of your trance you open your eyes to only see Neteyam pulling back from you, wetting his lips. Your mouth was left agape, you didn't expect this to happen.

"I'm in love with you Y/n, I have been since we were children, even before we found this cave and stashed all of our memories in here. I see a better version of myself through you, even though our personalities and responsibilities are complete opposites it's only drawn me to you more and more with each passing day. I don't think my feelings will ever change for you unless if they're getting stronger and honesty, I don't want them too. When I saw how often you'd be with L-"

You cut him off, removing your shawl and coming up closer to him, closing your eyes and kissing him passionately. You didn't want to hear anymore, you didn't want to keep talking or going around bouncing back and forth, you just wanted him. You wanted to hug him, kiss him, console him, hold him, love him, and you wanted him to do the same to you.

Before you were even able to pull an inch away, he had already dived back into action, placing a hand over the back of your head and upper neck, bringing your lips back to his and kissing you passionately. You could practically feel him smile through the kiss, making you smile as well.

Within seconds you two pulled away, both out of breath, hands over your chests trying to catch it. You placed a hand over Neteyam's chest, slowly climbing off of him as he watched you intently, placing a hovering hand over your back in case you toppled over.

You both looked at one another and smiled, then burst into laughter, hugging one another tightly. Although this confession hadn't gone how either of you predicted, the outcome was worth it.

"You cut me off, skxawng" [idiot] he joked, to which you chuckled, shaking your head and placing it against his broad chest.

"It's easier to show than tell, plus your speech was all sappy you would've made me cry" you added. You earned a chuckle from him as well as he wrapped his arm tighter around you.

Eventually after some time you two had accidentally drifted off to sleep, but only for a short time, as you jumped up and woke him, telling him it would probably be the best time to return back to the village as everyone else was probably worried, he nodded in agreement.

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"Tìfnunga, they might be asleep" [quietly] Neteyam spoke, placing his index finger over his lips, you nodded as you tip toed lightly along with him to the entrance of his hut, hand in hand.

He tugged your hand lightly, as you looked up at him, just to smile and feel your cheeks heat up. He slowly opened the flap entrance to find all of his family, and yours, seated inside eyes set on you both.

No words were shared at the moment, everyone's eyes glanced to you, then your lover, and then your interlocked fingers that couldn't be pried apart by anyone else no matter how hard they tried. Then they all looked at one another, nodding in agreement as you and Neteyam looked over to one another.

Then a sudden outburst of cheers began, everyone 'woo'-ing or clapping and calling out their battle cries out loud, you only shook your head and laughed, now hugging Neteyam's arm as he laughed as well.

"Thank Eywa it's about time you two returned we've been waiting forever!" Lo'ak spoke, throwing his hands up in the air as Kiri shook her head and pointed her thumb at him.

"This bigmouth told everyone you two were gone and that he had spoken to you, and said we have to celebrate when you come back" Kiri said, her index circling the room when she mentioned the word 'everyone', making Neteyam smile.

"The only time my baby brothers' mouth hasn't gotten me in trouble" Neteyam joked, pointing at Lo'ak than thanking him, who accepted his gratitude, then immediately scoffed after realizing his backhanded comment.

Now this is a life you could get used too, all you ever wanted with the person you've always wanted.

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anadiasmount · 10 months ago

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just friends? or more? - jude bellingham x reader.

quick sum: interviews and late night talks. but it’s always hard to see your best friend leave for his away games. no matter the distance or duration.

wc: 3k | masterlist | jude's masterlist

psa🗣️: happy new year everyone, hope everyone is doing okay! 🤍 mixed a request with my own imagination. this was supposed to be a small blurb but I ended up writing more. best friends to lover trope 🫂 🧟‍♀️ hope you enjoy! 🤍

“it must be an excitement to see him play at this level and talent?” the journalist asked you, to which you nodded and smiled. “it’s quite a pleasure honestly. it’s what he’s always wanted and we couldn’t be more proud,” you replied calmly not knowing where exactly to look at.

your eyes glanced from her, to the camera and then jude who was walking back from the tunnels. “recalling all his goals from this current season, which one has been your favorite? could there be a sort of muse to inspire and motivate him to this level?” she asked curiously, leaving you thinking.

“my favorite probably, okay wait actually i don’t know if i wanna say because i don’t want to get dragged, but it was special to see him win his debut here in the bernabeu, even if it was a tap in,” you laugh, “his goal against napoli and barcelona are one for the books as well.” you kept glancing behind her to see jude standing there cockily, arms crossed with a smirk plastered on his face.

“as for a muse, i’d say himself and the people around him whether it’s friends or family even the fans. with the constant support and wins, seeing how the team reflects, how he can do more. overall i think it’s just him and the healthy mentality he has,” you say shyly, nodding your head as you spoke, jude then decided to intervene.

“erm excuse me? this is my interview,” you say in a teasing manner, stepping on your tiptoes to reach his hug. “i apologize. just wanted to come over and say hi,” jude says playfully making everyone smile. “we were just asking y/n about if there could be a certain muse to make you perform at this level. is there anything you would like to say about that?” the journalist asks.

jude scratches his brow and looks down smiling, “well to be honest there is someone…but for privacy reasons or maybe to not jinx it, i’ll keep it hidden… they’re truly wonderful and inspire me to do my best every time,” he says with a huge grin looking down to you where you stand. your eyes connected and for a second maybe he was dedicating this to you? you thought.

as the journalist wrapped up her interview the two of you teased and joked around, answering her questions politely and respectfully, making sure to wish her the best of luck and a small be careful. the thoughts of him having a ‘muse’ still didn’t go away from your head. if he was referring to you or if there was someone he had yet to tell you about.

jude was always private with his life, but around you he couldn’t stop yapping, always with a smile in his face when he spoke about him. but this had you questioning just a bit, if there was more to your close friendship. to his longer and more intense stares towards you, his touch on your waist when out together, always asking to stay longer and cuddle.

it wasn’t just you who had noticed it, his teammates as well, often teasing both of you especially jude as you would hear it when he called you after training. don't even get started on the media, replays, and many comments on the two of you when together, always asking if you were dating, or saying they lived for your friendship.

there was something different and you couldn’t avoid it any longer, being left confused with your feelings. it began to feel like love. you can’t love your best friend, you couldn’t take a risk like that.

“you’re awfully quiet? something in your mind? i know something’s up so don’t say it’s anything,” jude remarked, squinting his eyes. you let a soft chuckle out and turned to face him, “i’m just tired… also i was reading some of the comments from our interview,” you lied offering a quick smile and showing him your open instagram page. he raised his brow and got out the car.

you trailed behind him to where you were greeted to a quiet home. jude quickly slipped on some slides and dropped his bag in the mud room. you took of your shoes and walked into the kitchen to prepare some dinner for the two of you. as you glanced around you felt jude hug you from behind, his face leveled next to yours making you jump. “fridge is full?” he asked.

“oh yeah. i went grocery shopping and brought the necessities! refilled the fridge, got toothpaste, and i also got you those scooby doo cookies you love so much,” your hand interlocked with his that was around your waist as you pointed to the cabinet above you. just then you realized how close the two of you were.

it felt like you had moved in, and shared a house together. you never ever had shared a bed, but for the past month you had, waking up with jude on top of you or your back next to his chest. having breakfast daily together and him waiting for you to come back from uni or work. hanging out more than usual, cuddling more than usual. the his and hers titles applying to the two of you, when brushing your teeth, your mugs, sharing clothes, having your shoes aligned by the door.

jude felt you tense asking what was wrong but you shook your head, “after dinner, i might go home,” you tell him watching the smile disappear from his face. “what? why? do you want me to go with you? you should just stay it's already late, i want to you to stay” jude insisted, making up different reasons as to why you should stay the night.

it’s not that you didn't want to be with jude tonight, you did, to feel him hold you and kiss your head at night. but the thought of acting like a couple, with no label, with your best friend made you freakout, because what if how you felt wasn't how he did? what if you read the cards wrong and it was only you who fell over heels for your best friend? what if he didn't love you like you did?

“i’ll think about it, i said i might go, still debating, i haven't seen the roomies in a while and we want to have a girls night,” you said trying to calm the panic that overtook his body. “i don’t mind joining, you guys just do spa night, drink wine, and talk, i’ll be like one of the girls…” jude shrugged jokingly, making your eyes roll playfully.

“okay decide what you want to eat so we can start cooking,” you recalled, grabbing a pan and heating up some oil. jude played his old songs playlist, singing along to the songs you remembered, your arms wrapping around his shoulders as he led you to dance in the middle of the kitchen, his soft brown eyes never leaving yours as he sang happily. would this be what it felt like to be a couple?

the tv show played softly on the background, jude fast asleep on your chest letting out small snores. he refused to let you leave as the time you had finished eating and talking was super late, leaving with no choice but to stay once again. it felt like home, jude felt like your home, they way you fit perfectly in each other's arms. you turn the tv off, squinting your eyes in confusion as you saw his phone ping.

jocelyn:

thanks for the other day! hope we can see each other again, had so much fun!

your heart sank looking back at jude who was still sound asleep on your chest, feeling your eyes burn with tears and your stomach sink further down. you controlled your breathing, feeling stupid and naive for actually believing and falling for him. it wasn't his fault, it was you for letting yourself believe there could be something. you would never be his, there was already someone else in his life to fill your spot.

you were able to manage to sneak off the next morning without a word or budge from jude, feeling trapped and claustrophobic around him when he hugged you from behind. you couldn't stop thinking about his words from yesterday's interview and his ‘muse’, the way his touch still burned on your skin, the way he hid a girl from you. it felt like you were the other woman even though you had no clue who she was.

you fiddled with your keys, opening the door to a silent home once again, darting straight to your room where you fell onto your beg with small whimpers and sobs, crying over a boy. you weren't able to sleep last night, so you didn't even feel when you fell asleep, forgetting about reality for the day.

jude was left confused and curious as to why you weren't there, next to him. he called and called, texting you over and over again, becoming worried when there was no response from you. he was unable to focus during recovery and training session, thinking of how you suddenly left, and how distant and tense you were yesterday. he wondered if you had school, or if you something came up with your roommates.

jude wanted to hang out before he had to travel away for the weekend. spend as much time with you. his head should be focused on winning and on the team to advance in the ‘copa del rey’ but he couldn't when he hadn't heard from you.

jude was deep in. as every day went by his love for you grew more and more, knowing it could be risk for your friendship. he had the urge to just yell out how much he loved you, how badly he wanted to call you his, to finally stop playing around and put a label. it was hard to read you and that killed him more. feeling hopeless and desperate, he called again quickly listening to your voicemail.

you had jude’s head spinning, heart skipping beats at the thought of you, and he was left with no choice but to show up the day before he left at your doorstep. your eyes frantically roamed jude who stood with a serious look on his face, almost shutting the door at him out of nervousness. jude let himself in, turning to you quickly brows drawn in. “is there a reason why you are not answering your phone?” he asked seriously, no taint of playing around.

“i needed to catch up on some uni work. i have so much to do still, and i wanted to focus on getting the hard part out first,” you say unsure, as his brows draw in with bewilderment.

“but yet couldn't answer one phone call from me?”

“jude-”

“i’ve been left worried, thinking if you were okay after you randomly left without saying anything? i don't like you shutting me out y/n, i understand you were busy but a text even would’ve taken me out of my misery,” jude huffed letting out a sign of disappointment, walking to the couch and staring at your study layout. books and books, open pages of your notes, and your laptop that sounded louder than usual.

“i just wanted to give you space and time for yourself. i don't wanna seem clingy or attached because all we've done for the past month is be together at house. i just thought you might’ve wanted to do something else with your teammates or other people,” you say embarrassed, daring to spill the girls name from the other night.

“well you thought wrong, the only person i want to be with is you. i wanted to see you before i left tomorrow,” jude said with a small frown, hands digging into his hands. ‘the only person i want to be with is you’ should have not stung like it did, the ache in your chest as you heard him say that, bitting your lip to hold back the tears that wanted to build up. though you were stronger than that.

“what about jocelyn?” you asked carefully being met with a quiet jude, giving you a questioning look. “what about her?” maybe it was the way he had said it or the fact he was upset but you now regretted bringing her up knowing it had triggered something. “didn’t she mention-” you were cut off by jude.

“jocelyn is my stylist when i’m here in madrid. she invited me to have brunch with her and her girlfriend when you were taking a midterm this week. I didnt mention it because it was a fast meal, just food and talking,” jude said. you felt utterly stupid and left more embarrassed than before, wanting to punch yourself for quickly making up assumptions instead of asking for clarification.

“oh.”

“wait.. how do you know about jocelyn? did you think something else?” jude asked, lifting his head from his hands. you rubbed your shoulder anxiously not knowing how exactly to respond, “you mentioned her the other day, i just assumed,” you lied quickly, “also i saw her message the other night i stayed over.” jude had caught you, and now he wasn't going to let the opportunity to go to waste. “

“so that's what this is about?”

“i don't know what you're talking about…” you shrugged quickly, dismissing his tone.

jude ushered you to come over, and like a puppet you quickly followed his request. you stood in the middle on his legs that were spread, shifting your weight from one foot to another, contemplating what to say or where to look. “you thought jocelyn meant something else to me didn't you…” jude asked to which you nodded slowly.

“would have it bothered you if it did? if she did mean something to me?” he asked softly, watching as your eyes looked around and landed on his, you let out a small “yes” in a quiet tone, jude smirking.

“well, it’s a good thing you don't have to worry about that. jocelyn doesn't mean anything, and the only person who does to me is you,” jude spoke softly, you shuddered a breath as you felt his fingertips trace from your calves all the way up behind your thighs, making you lose balance and grip his shoulder to regain it. “jude-” you warn again, but quickly gulp as he repeated his actions.

“the way you smile, the way you hold my hand, the way your eyes glimmer when you let me rant about anything. i love it all. the only person who makes me feel like that is you… all i want is you, y/n. to have and to hold, to love and cherish, to protect and kept by my side forever,” jude gripped your thighs and pulled you onto his lap where you gasped.

“can’t you see that? hmm? can't you see how much i love you? how badly i want to make you mine and call you my girlfriend officially? they say it's forbidden to fall for your best friend, but who cares about those rules when what we have is real. a genuine love.”

your lips pursed open, letting out a shaky breath before speaking again. he had that effect, leaving you breathless even if it was a small action. “this whole time i thought i had it wrong, and that it was just me who saw the sudden shift in our friendship. who felt the feelings. i know it was wrong from me to have assumed that when i have no right, but i thought there was someone else,” you reply.

jude’s hands roamed your thighs, making you relax to his touch, “it drove me crazy two nights ago as i rethought our whole friendship. it felt not weird but it felt like we were living a life with no label placed, acting like a couple because we just felt the need to or we had just gotten that close. not only did it confuse me but also scared me, and it made me distant,” you continued.

“what you feel here,” you pointed and touched his heart, “is what i feel here,” you then pointed to your heart, which was beating like crazy not only at revealed feelings but also the proximity you two were. “i want you to know that i can't stop thinking about you no matter where i am or if i’m this close to you,” you reassured him and yourself. that this was reality.

“you have no idea how long i’ve waited to hear you say that… to say that you love me. everyone could see it, everyone teased us for it, but we were scared. but i’m not scared to take this risk, because it means i get to have you here and forever. to love you,” jude said making your eyes go glossy.

“is this actually happening?” you laughed and sniffled, “because if it's not and i’m dreaming i’m going to be mad,” you say. “it's all real, i could pinch you if you want, to make you believe it? or i could kiss you to seal our relationship?” jude offered with a huge grin, making you raise your eyebrow. “you haven't even asked me to be your girlfriend yet,” you remark.

“my beautiful y/n… do you want to be my girlfriend?” instead of replying, you sealed your answer with a kiss. a kiss that sealed also promises and your love forever. jude’s lips molded into yours, tugging him closer by his broad shoulders as his hands delicately rubbed along your thighs. he tasted like honey, not having enough by how gentle and passionate he was being with you. “my jude. my jude forever,” you say still kissing his lips as he smiled into it.

“i love you princess.”

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gadriezmannsgirl · 1 year ago

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Can you do with family and friends on with gavi broke things off w reader because it was too much and he loved her so much but got scared of love and broke up with her but reader was having a fashion show and Barca got tickets and when gavi found out he wanted to go and beg for you and everyone went to go get you back because they know how much he needed you but you were kinda hesitant to except returning back with him

Loved this request! I got kinda confused at the end, because of the mixed words but I got it after reading it a few times🥴🤭

(Influencer!Reader)

Work For It -P.G

Summary: He left and now he wants to be back...

Being a famous influencer had it's pros and it's cons. You try to always keep up with positive mind and change the negativity to positivity. And sometimes works, sometimes it doesn't.

One of the cons, is that you're always on the spotlight. You can't go out because you have a camera up to your face or fans screaming your name walking besides you trying to get their phones, markers and pictures into you. You basically have to create ways and manage yourself to have a private life.

The other of many cons, is that you almost never have time free. You're always doing something but you kinda like that because it keeps you active, so... Why not?

But being a huge influencer in Barcelona and you being a die-hard Barcelona fan means that the FC Barcelona wanted you to, kind of, promote them, use their newest jerseys, go to the matches and met the players.

Meanwhile that was the greatest thing for you because you are a fan, it was also one of the worst because you fell in love with one of them and two years later, broke up.

But how could you have been stupid enough to fall for the Golden Boy, Pablo Gavi?

He had swept you off of your feet with his charming smile, his sassy and messy attitude, joking around until he at least got one smile from you and then he just left you claiming that "It was too much", "I love you but I can't do this. Not to me and mostly not to you", "You deserve better" and simply just disappeared from your house, from your view and from your life.

So, seeing him, after almost a whole year in the fashion show you were in, along with the guys and a few WAGS, your whole stomach and body turned upside down

"What is he doing here?" You asked to your assistant and best friend, Michelle

"Do you forget that you and the Barcelona team are still connected? I believe the team gave them some tickets for the event" She said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world

"You would've known that"

"Mikky was also invited, she could've been the one giving them the tickets" She said shrugging her shoulders "I know you don't want him around you, I'll make sure of that but you can't avoid him forever. It's time for you to pass the page and move on"

"That's the thing, Elle" You sighed "I can't seem to"

Yeah, you were still head over heels for the guy that left you without a good reason. You hated it, you hated yourself for that because as much as you wanted to, you couldn't erase those brown eyes and that sweet smile that once was directed to you with warmth, love and care.

"Maybe" She began "This is the clousure you need to keep on with your life and let him be just a nice part of your past" She shrugged her shoulders once more "C'mon, cariño. You gotta pose for the cameras and look pretty"

You smiled a bit at her words and made your way to the carpet, you soothed once more your outfit and plastered a smile, everything was going great until you felt someone tap your shoulder and when you turn around you find no one other than Pedri and Ansu.

"Hola" You said hugging him quickly

"Hola. It's nice to see you after so long" You nod at Ansu

"Bueno..." You shrugg your shoulders a little "What can I say?" The three of you laughed

"You look nice"

"Thanks, Pedri. You do too" He blushes

"Mind if we take some pics together? I miss my friend" You sighed, when Gavi cut all connections with you, you made sure to cut connections with all of them too, barely talking to the WAGs but other than that, no one else from their group.

"Sorry. It's not that easy" You said passing an arm around each boy's waist and pull them for pics

"I bet it isn't... It wasn't easy for him either" Ansu said

"Oh my god!! You're here!!" You heard a femenine voice call and soon a body collide with yours. Mikky. The four of you got out of the carpet and you smiled returning her hug "You're looking absolutely beautiful, I was waiting to see you! I missed you so much!!"

"You were also invited?"

"Of course I was" She pushed her hair back and you both laughed

"I missed you too, Miks" You hug her once more and from behind her you saw Alejandro, Torre, Ferran, Frenkie, Ousmane, Ter Stegen, Robert, Raphina, their wives/girlfriends and lastly Pablo. "And you managed to get almost Barca's whole squad tickets? I need you to tell me that secret because I can barely ask for a plus one" She laughed

"I told them about the show and I think it was Gavi who asked for the tickets, he was so desperate to get them" You raise your eyebrows as Pedri coughs

"Was he?" You turn to Pedri and Ansu, who simply nodded

"Look, babes... I know you two broke it off-"

"He was the one who broke it off, it wasn't me" You said shaking your head at Mikky

"He hasn't been the same without you, Y/N" Pedri said "It still affects him"

"Then if it does, why he did it?"

"He was scared" Ansu said as you laugh

"Scared?" You shook your head "I was scared too but you didn't see me breaking things up, I loved him Ansu and it completely hurted me when he just throw us to the dead line"

"Please, just listen-"

"If you guys came here for me to go back with him, you are in the wrong" You shook your head "You're welcomed to be with me if we don't talk about him, but if you're going to do that then I'll make my exit and wish all of you the best" You said as the rest of the guys approached

"Something's wrong?" Robert asked

You shook your head, smiling softly "I was just leaving" You waved at them and left in the opposite direction

You heard footsteps behind you and you could guess who was the one but still you didn't turned around until you were heading towards the bathrooms inside of the venue

"Can you stop speed walking?" He asked and you shook your head "We need to talk"

"I have nothing to talk to you, Gavi" You said and seconds later saw him standing in front of you blocking your way "Move"

"No"

"Please, move"

"We need to talk"

"You said everything you wanted to say a year ago, I'm done with that"

"But I'm not, Y/N. I'm serious"

"So am I..." For the first time in the night you looked at him in the eyes and sighed looking away before falling into its beauty once more "It was nice seeing you again, Pablo. But I think it's time to let it go, we're just nice strangers with nice memories in common" You moved around him and sending him a one last smile you started walking off

"I don't want to be a simple stranger for you" You managed to hear and you sighed

Neither you wanted him to be but that's what he had decided.

Two hours had passed from that little encounter you had with him and haven't seen him since that moment again, you were sat with your manager and Michelle, your best friend and assistant when she sighed

"What's wrong?" You ask

"Pedri, Ansu and Alejandro are coming" She said "Want me to back them off?" You roll your eyes turning around

You were about to open your mouth when Ansu beat you to it

"Look, I know you probably don't want to see us and you don't want us to talk about him" His strong response had you shocked "and we obviously aren't him to say what exactly went through his mind at the moment of breaking up with you"

"But what we do know is the fact he has been a completely mess because of it" Alejandro said "He's shit at practice and shit out of it. We thought that with time he would get over it, but it's been a year and you're still on his mind and nothing has changed, he still has your birthday picture as his lockscreen and he tries to hide the fact that he goes through your messages, sometimes I find him crying in the shower and other times he's sadly looking at pictures of you two. We can't see him like that anymore and we bet you are exactly the same when no one's around"

"We certainly don't know what he said to fuck what you guys had but he's definitely regretting it. That night of your break up, he came straight to my apartment to cry and kept on asking: "Why did I did that?" over and over again. I never understood what he meant by that until he finally told me that he didn't felt worthy of your love, that he was scared, there was so much going on for him, you knew it and you acted on it but he didn't wanted to feel like he was a burden, he didn't wanted to put any more preassure on your shoulders, his fans were hating on you and he couldn't bear to see you sad because of it. A lot of external facts were the ones who pushed him to make that decision" Pedri said

"But he still checks his phone for you everyday, he sometimes says: "She'll be doing this" or "she'd love this". He doesn't go out with his friends anymore, he basically stopped being that little ray that fucked us up with his moody attitude sometimes" Ansu said making the four of you laugh "We don't say you have to forgive him, we are just asking, for a friend's well being, for you to clear things up and be on the right side"

"You can still be friends, you can go back to what you guys had or simply just not be anything... And that's okay. We just want, for both of you, because you are our friend as well, the best in everysingle aspect possible"

Your eyes danced in between the three youngmen

"Where is he?" You ask whispering, feeling a knot in your throat

"He left"

You nodded, turning around you grabbed your purse and smiled at them "Thank you" They smiled and you hugged them, walking off.

You went into the car that brought you here and told them Pablo's direction. You started biting your nails nervous, why didn't he had said anything from that to you? Were you really still on his phone lockscreen? Does he still loves you, just like you love him after all this time?

You quickly thanked the man and left the car, you pushed your thumb into the gates and it opened, you going straight to his door which you banged over and over again until he opened

"¿Qué-?"

"Gimme your phone, please"

"What? Why?" You shook your head

"Please, gimme your phone, I need to check something" He shook his head as you quickly took it from his hands and saw the lockscreen.

It was both of you, on your 19th birthday party, you smiled before feeling the phone being grabbed away by an angry Pablo

"Why have you done that?"

"Why you still have that pic as a lockscreen?"

"You don't care about it"

"If I'm asking you is because I do"

Silence flowed in between the two of you

"Gimme the real reason why you broke up with me" You shook your head feeling the tears coming up "I don't buy the half assed bullshit, I want the complete thing"

He stood in silence

"How do you know?"

"Why? We were so good, so in love"

"I had a lot of things coming on me, I was stressed, I wasn't playing great, I didn't wanted to transfer my worries and my problems to you, because you had a lot of those for yourself. I kept pushing you away without wanting to, I was and am so in love with you it fucking hurts! My fans were sending you hate, all of that combined made me think I wasn't good for you, fuck, I was so scared of fucking it up but I still did it!" He looked up to the sky, his voice was trembling and his shoulders were shaking. He was crying. "And I hate me for it, all this time we could've been together and we aren't because I let my insecurities get the best of me"

"But we can work on them, we can work on this, on us" You said "I'm not willing to let you go, Pablo. I want us. But you need to work for it because I'm not ready to go through another heartbreak"

"I will, mi amor" You hugged his waist and he pulled you closer to him, kissing your hairline "I will make us work"

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modernmisadventures · 1 year ago

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Chapter 20: Moving Day

Jess stared up at the building before her with slight trepidation, clutching her small sack of belongings tight to her chest. It wasn't as new as Thancred's, and nowhere near the grandeur of Varrus and Cirdan's, but the apartment building seemed nice enough. Quaint, in a way.

And, she realized with a breath of relief as she followed Kal'istae and Thancred inside, it had an elevator. She also noted the Roegadyn woman sitting at the front desk - it had a front desk?! - who glanced up and nodded at their approach.

It still hadn't quite sunk in that she was moving in with Thancred's gorgeous, dainty girlfriend. She desperately hoped the two would get along - and that she wouldn't get on the smaller woman's nerves too too much. She knew she wasn't exactly the easiest person to get along with, to say nothing of living with. And if she screwed anything up… Well, the last thing she wanted was to cause any sort of rift between her and her brother.

Her brother who was grinning like an idiot ahead of her. And it wasn't hard to imagine why - having Jess living there gave him a great excuse to swing by whenever he pleased. Which, judging by the other two's new lover highs, would probably be often.

She just hoped she wouldn't be audience to any private sights or sounds.

“C’mon Jess!” Thancred turned to see what the hold up was, gesturing broadly for his sister to join him and Kal’istae as they stepped onto the elevator. He kept his arm outstretched, blocking the door from closing while the other hefted the box he’d carried for her from the bar. “It’s safe enough, promise.”

Kal’istae grinned as she leaned back against the back wall, holding her own small box in two hands. “Landlord keeps up with the place,” she assured Jess, “and between Ms. Melziet and I, we’ve laid enough charms and alarms to make sure nothing is going to break - at least not without us knowing about it ahead of time.”

Thancred leaned beside her, his arm brushing her shoulder as he watched Jess keenly. “Are you sure this is all you have?” He jogged the box in his arm. “An air mattress and some sheets. Your clothes,” he added, jerking his chin at her bag, “and whatever’s in Kali’s box? I didn’t realize you were living quite so leanly.” The humor had fled and he was frowning in thought.

"Yeah," Jess sighed, her gaze bouncing forlornly between the two boxes, "that's it." A collection of knick-knacks and souvenirs, primarily chocobo in nature, a pair of boots, her training gear, a few well-loved books, a well-loved plushie… It wasn't exactly as if she'd had much of an opportunity to collect many belongings in her life, bounced from home to home as she was. She only prayed that Thancred's new relationship lasted, lest she have to find somewhere to move again.

What she wouldn't give to live in the same bed longer than six months…

But her brother didn't need to see her so downtrodden. And so she shook her head and plastered a smile upon her face, quickly stepping into the elevator after them.

"Besides, I don't need stuff. I've got everything I could ever need right here." She tapped her chest, yet what exactly her words meant, she had no clue. "So, uh… are we going to be electrocuted if I don't say the magick phrase right? Some sort of guardian golem watching your door? Just what am I walking into here?"

Lavender-edged eyes twinkled. “I do have a locking spell,” Kal’istae acknowledged, “but I’ll key you to it and you won’t ever have to worry about it. Nor will you have to hunt down your key; it’ll let you right in. Saves time. The only people keyed to it are you and me. Not even Thancred,” she added with a smirk.

“Yet,” he retorted mildly, leaning down to steal a kiss while her hands were full of Jess’s box. “Don’t worry, scamp. Not much in the way of visible magic. It’s not like Y’shtola’s place, where everything’s floating and dancing and bobbing around and you nearly bean yourself on a cauldron before you notice it’s there.” He waited a beat. “Or maybe that was just me.”

As the elevator halted and the doors sprang open, Kal’istae lead the way off and up to her door. She gestured for Jess to join her, nudging Thancred unsubtly out of the way. “Come here and take the knob in your hand. Don’t turn it, just make sure your whole hand is wrapped around it. I’m going to introduce you to my door.”

"I… um… ok…" With only the slightest hesitation, Jess reached out and placed her hand on the cool, brass knob as instructed, finding it… to be like any other door she'd ever encountered. "It's, uh… nice to meet you?"

Beneath her hand, the knob warmed against her skin. Kal’istae watched, her gaze slightly unfocused, as though seeing something neither Jess nor Thancred could see. “Excellent. Go ahead and turn the knob; open the door to your new home.”

She couldn't explain exactly how, but Jess did as instructed, finding, to her amazement, the door opened without so much as an onze of resistance, revealing a well kept apartment inside.

Her new home.

It was quaint, but homely, a small living and dining area situated beside a kitchen, nothing huge or luxurious but more than enough for her to work with. The back wall held a handful of doors - bedrooms and a bathroom, she had to assume. It was well decorated, personal photos and photography lining the walls, a few plants here and there, an old couch seated before a TV - nothing amazing, but more than she'd ever had.

Not that it instantly felt like home or anything - it would take her a while to settle in, given that she had time to get comfortable, that was. And, of course, nothing was hers - none of the furniture, none of the photos, nothing. She'd find a way to contribute. Somehow.

“Kitchen.” Kal’istae set the box on top of the couch, then turned towards the kitchen. “Thancred says you like to cook - that you’re better than he is. I’ll take his word for it, and thank all the gods, because I cannot cook. So if you’re willing to take a turn in the kitchen now and then, I’ll love you forever even if I boot him to the curb.”

Thancred ghosted up behind her and slipped his arms about her, leaning down to nuzzle her hair. “You won’t boot me. I’m too cute.”

The look on Kal’istae’s face was a study in conflicting emotions: wary disbelief warring with absolute pleasure. She reached up to cover his hands briefly with hers, then slid out of his grasp. “I’ve got a lot of one-person meals,” she continued, just a bit breathlessly, “microwaveable, box mixes, the like. But just tell me what you need and I can have it delivered or pick it up - or we can take a shopping trip and you can load us up.”

Turning, she faced Jess with a serious expression. “I know you’re going to worry about gil. I can’t tell you not to. I can tell you Thancred and I are more than happy to cover things like furniture and food and household items until you get your feet back under you. You’re his sister, and you’re doing me an enormous favor. So don’t.”

“I, um… If you insist.” Jess twiddled her thumbs where they still grasped her pack. “Just basic kitchen stuff will do… eggs, milk, flour, pasta, chicken, lettuce, rice, broccoli, that kind of stuff… I can make anything work. But I won’t touch anything pre-made.” At that, she couldn’t help but shudder. “I don’t know how you’ve survived so long. But I’ll contribute! I’ll use every last gil I earn to make things fair and square.”

She brought a finger to her chin. “Maybe if I wear more low-cut shirts and shorter skirts to work I can get better tips…”

A joke, of course.

Mostly.

“Not funny,” Thancred said flatly, ceasing his efforts to corner Kal’istae for a proper kiss to glare at his sister. “Look, I know I got you that job - but promise me you’ll look for a different one. I don’t like the idea of you in that bar any more. Maybe Kali has an opening… No,” he cut himself off. “Not at the school; nix that. Just keep an eye out, and I’ll keep an ear to the ground.”

Kal’istae took pity on Thancred and stole up to him, brushing her lips over his before slipping past and out of the kitchen. “We’ll talk more about what you’ll contribute later,” she assured Jess. “You’re not here to live off charity; you just may be paying in different coin than gil. As I said, making dinner and helping me shop better will go a long way to making my life easy. And if you can help me figure out lunches, I’ll be well on my way to paying you.” She smiled. “Now come on, don’t you want to see your bedroom?”

"Oh, relax, Thancred," Jess snorted, giving her brother a playful shove. "I'm a big girl, I can handle myself. Plus, I've got a friend who's been sitting in the bar with me almost every night since - a personal bodyguard, if you will. I'll be fine." It was a good thing he didn't press on the subject of working at the school, either - knowing her, she'd spend most of her day in the principal's office, despite not being a student.

With that, she turned to Kali, a bright, defiant smile upon her face as she nodded. "Right. Bedroom. If you would."

As Kal’istae led them back to one of the doors set off the back hallway, she flicked her tail at Thancred. “Leave her be. Tell me about this friend,” she invited the girl. “Don’t worry, Thancred will keep his opinions to himself if he wants to stay.”

The psychologist spluttered, glaring at her back - but he kept his opinions to himself, at least for now.

“It’s not much,” Kal’istae said as she opened up the door, “but it’s a room.”

The room wasn’t particularly large - it would be big enough for a double or queen-sized bed, a dresser, nightstand, and maybe a small bookcase or desk - but that was about it. It didn’t have a window, but there was set of glass-fronted Ishgardian doors that opened out onto a small balcony just big enough for a chair or small bistro set. “The bathroom is at the end of the hall - I have access from my bedroom, but unfortunately you’ll need to enter from the hall.”

Then she stepped aside to make room for Jess and clamped her mouth shut, hoping the girl wasn’t too offended by the size of the room or not having a private entry to the bathroom.

"Oh, you've met him. The Elezen who-" Jess paused as she entered the room, a feeling of giddy excitement rising in her chest. Sure, it was plain, the walls painted a dark blue, bare of anything but an off-white carpet, but… it was hers.

"I love it!" she gasped, carelessly dropping her items to hurry to the balcony, admiring the seventh story view. "And I'll try to remember to knock, then - wouldn't want to walk in on Thancred in the shower or anything horrifying like that." She'd have to work on getting furniture, for sure, but, well, baby steps.

Kal’istae leaned against Thancred as he came up beside her and slung his arm around her shoulders. “Thank you,” he murmured softly.

Her eyes on Jess, she smiled. “No need. I wasn’t lying when I said she was doing me a favor. This place is a lot of room for me, and you know how I am. I’m always in danger of becoming a recluse. Maybe a roommate will keep me from hermiting myself away.” Raising her voice, she called to the hyuran girl, “We’re going to let you unpack and get yourself situated. Then, if you like, I thought maybe we could hit a thrift store I know nearby that often carries furniture. It may not be new, but it’ll be in decent condition and I’m sure we can fix it up if needed.”

“And unless you want to cook in your new kitchen,” Thancred added, skimming his fingers over Kal’istae’s hair, “I thought I’d treat you ladies to dinner. There’s a nice little sushi place around the corner.” He grinned cheerfully. “A date with my best girls.”

"Don't let Ryne hear you say that," Jess snorted, as she begrudgingly peeled herself off the window. "That all sounds wonderful - I should have enough to afford a mattress and a frame, maybe a desk if I'm lucky. And you know how dangerous it is to offer to buy me sushi.”

Indeed, the last time he’d taken her to her favorite place, she’d racked up a bill of over 100 gil on salmon nigiri alone, to say nothing of the shrimp tempura and crab rolls.

Huh, he really was trying to impress his new girl, wasn’t he?

Maybe he was, but Kal’istae wasn’t complaining. They slipped out of the room, letting the door swing half-shut behind them. The Au Ra hesitated, glancing towards the living room, then took Thancred’s hand and drew him instead towards the room across from Jess’s.

Throwing open the door, she led him into the spacious master bedroom. His attention was only half on his surroundings - the plush-covered queen-sized bed, the wooden furniture, the balcony beyond the double doors. He was too captivated by Kal’istae as she let her fingers slip away from his, moving deeper in even as he lingered near the door. “Kali,” he said softly.

“Your sister is moving in. I’m not inviting you here to play,” she chided lightly, but he could hear the nerves behind her teasing. “I just thought I would give her a moment to bask in her new space.”

He ghosted across the floor, his shoes whispering on the hardwood floors as he reached for her, drawing her into his arms. She stiffened slightly, then relaxed, swaying into his body. “I like holding you,” he murmured as he wrapped his arms about her and inhaled her crisp, clean scent. “I’ve never much been one for cuddling, I admit; I like touching women, but not… like this. Not…” He trailed off, at a loss for words.

She hesitated. “Affectionately?” she finally ventured tentatively.

“Yes,” he sighed, closing his eyes. “Yes.” His arms tightened briefly, then loosened again and he adjusted his grip. As they had once before, they began to sway, dancing lightly in the middle of her bedroom. “Kali.”

She laid her forehead against his breast, swaying with him. “I’m glad I said yes.”

He shifted so that he could lean down, pressing a kiss atop her head. “I’m glad you did, too.”

She lifted her head then, finding his mouth with hers. They slowed, stopped, holding tightly to one another as they shared a kiss that was soft and sweet, edged in only the barest hint of that perpetual hunger that lived between them. Time stretched; minutes crawling forward at their own slow pace until they finally parted, gasping slightly for the breath. A third time, “Kali.”

“Thancred,” she murmured, and his hands came up to grasp her shoulders. She met his eyes and could read the want - the need - deep within their golden depths. “Gods.”

“I can wait,” he said hoarsely, “but I’m not sure how much longer you can.”

Neither was she. “We should… check on Jess.”

His hands slid up into her hair, tightening and tangling until her head was bowed backwards. He could see the pulse flutter in her throat and had to fight viciously against the urge to bend his head and taste it. Instead, he aimed his mouth for hers, a single, bruisingly hard kiss, then released her. She staggered back and he gave her a long look, then turned and strode from the room to check on his sister.

She watched him go, pressing her fingers to her lips and aching for him with every nerve in her body.

Unpack has proven to be a rather generous term; Jess found herself staring at the two boxes on the floor, her hands on her hips. She had to do something, she supposed.

And so she reached for her pack of clothes and shook it upside-down, spilling its guts haphazardly in the corner.

There, now it felt like home.

With that, she strode back into the living area - only to freeze upon hearing the sounds of murmurs and lips smacking against lips from the half-shut door to what she assumed was the other bedroom.

Oh, lovely.

Well, with any luck, they wouldn't be too terribly long. And so the woman plopped herself onto the old couch, nervously folding her hands and staring at her lap, pushing aside her feelings of discomfort.

This was her life now. She'd have to get used to hearing her brother's affections from the other room - and get used to the pang of sadness she felt in her chest, that jealousy, that longing for someone of her own to love.

One thing at a time, she reminded herself. One thing at a time…

Thancred came out first, looking no more mussed than he had when they’d left her room - and not much happier. His smile when he saw her was genuine enough, however. “Well, scamp, ready to go see if we can find you at least a crate to set your alarm clock on?”

Kal’istae followed a moment later, looking a bit more frazzled - and no, not much happier, either. But she grinned to see Jess and tried to slip past Thancred. He reached out without looking and caught her, drawing her against his side, and she didn’t protest. “It’s not far, and if we find something big, they’ll deliver. And then sushi,” she added with a twinkle in her eye.

Jess desperately hoped she hadn't kept them from further activities as she eyed them curiously, taking in their unfussed appearances - for she knew if she was in their position, she may not have been quite so considerate.

"A whole crate, eh?" The woman snickered. "That might be a bit fancy for my tastes - maybe we can find a slightly soggy cardboard box?" She made her way to the door, hesitating only briefly before grasping the knob and finding herself thankfully unharmed, opening it for her friends to pass through. "After you."

The store took up as much as three normal storefronts, and the second floor as well. In addition to second-hand furniture, it sold… well, everything under the sun. Clearly, it was a popular consignment shop for the surrounding neighborhood, and even at six pm on a Thursday, there were plenty of people browsing the shelves and racks.

By the time they entered, Kal’istae and Thancred were walking hand in hand, having subtly nudged Jess into the lead so that she didn’t have reason to feel like a third wheel. “Here,” Kal’istae said as they got to the entrance. “Don’t be shy, and don’t worry too much about the budget.”

“That’s for after you’ve got what you need,” Thancred agreed. “Ladies first.” He released Kal’istae’s hand long enough for her to slip inside, then reclaimed it once the three of them had crossed the threshold and the door had swung shut behind them with the gentle ringing of the bell. “You weren’t kidding,” he said to the Au Ra. “They do have a little bit of everything. Where shall we start?” he asked Jess.

“Um…” Jess stared at her surroundings in awe. “Probably the mattresses, I guess?” Not that the thought of sleeping on a used mattress was terribly appealing… but she needed a bed regardless, and it was likely the best she was going to get.

“What do you suppose,” she began, leading the trio over to a wall of discount mattresses, some more stained than others, “the room can fit a full, right? Or should I really unlock my inner child and go bunk?” Perhaps, if she got crafty, she could try to fit a queen - but she really didn’t need that much bed, not for just herself, and heavens knew she wasn’t exactly expecting company.

“A full or queen,” Kal’istae agreed, “and no smaller. Just because you’re flying solo now doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be prepared for if situations change.”

Thancred looked pained. “Can you please not put thoughts like that in my head about my little sister?” he asked her.

She gave him a sidelong look. “She’s not a little girl any more, Thancred.” Releasing his hand, she swung in closer to Jess and slipped her hand into the woman’s instead. “Focus more on the mattress - you want one that isn’t too used and still has plenty of spring in it. Rails are easy to come by and with the right sheets, you won’t even miss if you don’t have a head- and footboard.”

"Right, right." Jess brought a hand to her chin, poorly hiding her smirk as she browsed the offerings. There was just something so delightful about making her brother squirm. "Let's see… Not Lalafell, Miqo'te sized is a bit small but I could make it work… Aha!" Finding her prize, she reached out and grasped a ticket for an only-lightly-stained Elezen-sized full - a bit longer than she needed, perhaps, but, being a Highlander often left her choices rather limited. "And only a hundred gil, and it comes with free bedbugs! Now that's a steal, don't you think?"

Her grin was humored as she glanced down at the Au Ra who'd taken her hand, pointedly ignoring the disgruntled Hyur behind them.

"Sure, you say I don't need a frame, but what am I going to tie the ropes to if not?"

A jest, of course… but her brother didn't have to know that.

Kal’istae looked mildly surprised at Jess’s teasing, but Thancred didn’t look amused at all. “Scamp,” he sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “I’m too old for you to play with this way.”

The Au Ra glanced over her shoulder, sizing up the psychologist as he gazed at their backs, looking pained. “There’s nothing about you that’s old except your soul, Thancred Waters,” she said mildly. When he met her eyes, she smiled slowly. “Your heart will always be young and free.”

He darted forward and caught her free hand, drawing it to his lips. “Young perhaps - it cannot be otherwise with so many to keep it that way,” and his eyes darted towards his sister, sparkling merrily, “but free? I think perhaps not so much any more.”

Kal’istae stared up at him, indigo eyes wide, then abruptly colored and looked away, though she did not remove her hand from his. “As for bedbugs,” she said breathlessly to Jess, “those - and stains - are no problem. I can magic them out easily enough.”

Thancred said nothing, but the laughter dancing in his eyes said it all; he liked seeing her flustered. He liked it a lot.

"Ugh, you two are nauseating." Though Jess supposed she deserved it, after tormenting Thancred so in turn. With a scoff and a shake of her head, she abruptly strode away from the two lovebirds, nudging a set of mattress rails with her toe. They would work, she supposed - nothing fancy, but neither was she, really.

She had bedding, at least, though the fitted sheet wouldn't fit a full but she wasn't about to buy used sheets - she had some standards, at least.

"Well," she huffed, hands on her hips, "what next?" Though if she was speaking to her friends or herself, she couldn't say, given that she hadn't turned to see if they'd followed.

They were following. Mostly. Whether or not their attention was on her was another story. Once more their hands were joined, fingers twisted as they murmured softly to each other. When Jess asked her question, Thancred tore his gaze from Kali and looked around. “Well, you’ve earmarked a mattress and frame. Want to see if we can find you some kind of nightstand and maybe a dresser or chest for your clothes?”

“Speaking of clothes, if you need any of those, they have some really decent ones. I shop here a lot,” Kal’istae added without a hint of shame. “I can get a lot of really great clothes for not very much, and on a teacher’s salary, that’s saying something.”

Abruptly Thancred dropped her hand and darted down one of the makeshift aisles. He returned moments later with a framed painting in his hands. Turning it around, he displayed it proudly to Jess. On it, a flock of wild chocobos were dashing across a forest clearing in the moonlight.

Jess clasped her hands. "I love it!" she gasped gleefully. Just what her new room needed, a bit of her own flair.

And so the three trudged through the rest of the store, ending up with an odd, unmatching handful of furniture - not that Jess minded. It added to the charm, in a way, and though it stretched her coinpurse to its seams, she found heraelf quite pleased at the end of the evening.

"It's an extra fee to deliver," she mused quietly, turning to her friends."Should we just carry it back ourselves and save the gil?"

“I’ll take care of the fee,” Thancred told her. “I told you. I want to take you guys out to dinner. Hard to do when we’re all burdened down with bags and boxes - not to mention a bed. Don’t fret, scamp. Let me do this for you.”

“Ok, ok,” she huffed, though she didn’t exactly like the idea of charity.

Free sushi, on the other hand, was definitely not something she considered charity. “Right, then. I think I hear the shrimp rolls calling my name, even from here.” With eager enthusiasm, she hurried out the doors, only to stop mid-step as a thought occurred to her.

“Oh! I almost forgot. Ciprys and Cirdan are hosting a pool party this Saturday at Cir's apartment and Varrus thought I should extend the invite to the two of you as well. Won't you come?" She gave her best pleading puppy eyes. "It'll be so much fun - their pool is on the roof. The roof!"

Is it charity when it’s between siblings? “Just try not to to eat your weight in sushi,” he warned her laconically. “I still have bills to pay this month.” He gestured for her to precede them out of the store, giving her directions to the sushi place he knew nearby. “A pool party? With - scamp, I don’t know,” he said dubiously.

Kal’istae tugged on his hand, frowning. “I rather like Ciprys. And it would be nice to get to know them better.”

He grimaced. “It’s not her. It’s that Cirdan. He’s not good news, Kali.” His eyes slid towards Jess and his face tightened slightly. “I’ve had bad experiences with his kind before.”

Wrapping her arm through his, Kal’istae leaned into him. “She wants to go,” she murmured. “She wants us to go. And he seemed genuinely upset about what happened. Give him a chance. Everyone deserves a chance,” she added as his eyes glinted stubbornly.

He sighed. “Fine,” he muttered, then his expression softened as he peered after Jess. “Fine. Better to be there than wonder, at any rate. Alright,” he added, raising his voice. “Sounds like a deal. Now. Sushi?”

"Sushi," Jess agreed with a nod. "And no promises about the bill."

"There!" Jess cheered, lifting her arms to the ceiling as her blanket fluttered down across her new mattress. "What do you think?"

It was an eclectic mix, to be certain, mismatched furniture sparsely covering the small room, the single photo hanging above the bed. It really wasn't much, but, well… it was the most she'd ever had. And she was determined to make it a true home. "Looks like I'm living in the lap of luxury now, huh?"

Kal’istae leaned against the door jam and studied the room. “It looks like you’re living your own life,” she replied serenely. “I didn’t have much more than you do now when I first moved here from Sharlayan. I couldn’t bring much with me on the airship, so I just had the clothes on my back and a few suitcases besides. The Miuranis shipped me a bunch of my books and stuff, but I had to make do for furniture. The good stuff will come in time.”

"I… Thank you, Kali," Jess murmured, her bravado fading as she nervously clasped her hands. "You didn't have to do this, but you did. For Thancred. For me. I swear, I'll do my best to make it up to you, and I promise not to be one of those obnoxious roommates you hear about all the time."

Lavender-edged eyes were warm. “I did it for myself, too,” she murmured. “I have a habit of shutting myself away from the world. I have few friends, and none outside of work or dance. Thancred’s one of the first people who was stubborn enough to force his way past the walls I’ve erected.” She sighed, shrugging uncomfortably. “You get it. It’s hard to make friends when your world is always getting turned upside down. I’m helping you - but I’m helping me, too. I like you,” she added, lips curving enough for the dimple in her left cheek to flash. “You’re… refreshing. And I think we’ll get along just fine.”

"I think so, too." The Highlander slowly nodded, reflecting the smaller woman's smile. And, gods, she hoped they were both right. Friends had been in rather short supply in her life, and now she suddenly felt inundated with them, in all the best ways.

Perhaps her life was finally starting to look up for a change.

#ffxiv #au: misadventures in modern eorzea #multiple authors #author: ainyan #author: sasslett #oc: jess shepard #oc: kal'istae miurani #npc: thancred waters

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honorhearted · 6 months ago

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"Rebellious?" Benjamin echoed, smiling. "Believe me, sir: I don't think you'll ever have to worry about that. If Emma thinks something's for the greater good, she'll do it." Whether he liked it or not.

Despite the pain snagging throughout his heart like reckless, tiny little claws, he maintained his smile, if only because August was as well. It seemed both had become adept at grinning through Emma's exploits, regardless of whether or not they felt the joy they wished to express.

Quickly, that smile fell once August revealed to him what Benjamin already suspected: "You need to understand... what she did today, that's how she lives all the time. She may not have had a chance to do so here at your camp, she had to help in more ordinary ways, but back home... she will stay a few weeks at the castle and then she's out... battling."

"I imagined as much," Benjamin softly offered. "You can't have a heart like Emma's, and then just sit back and do nothing. Her goodness...it's far more than we deserve."

August spared him an admonishing look. "But be mad," he encouraged. "Let yourself be mad at her. Here, now, with me. So you are not mad at her in there later. Your anger would just make her cry, and no one wants that. I'll be mad."

Benjamin stiffened, his spine growing painfully straight. "I couldn't be mad at her now," he insisted. "Am I frustrated? Yes, absolutely. But how can I be mad when she nearly...? W-when I almost lost...?" Rolling his lips inward, he swallowed back the words and quickly looked away, his head shaking as if trying to cast out the very image. "August, the fact remains that she saved Sackett's life. He is a mentor and a friend, and I'd be an absolute arsehole, were I to tear into her for doing a good thing. I just...I wish she didn't have to keep hurting herself in the process."

A coldness suddenly took over, stark and simmering like the brush of cooling ash over a fire. "I know you two were sharing a bed," August snapped. "I wish I didn't, but she can't lie and it's obvious you two were in some sort of courting situation when we arrived."

Benjamin gaped at him, stunned by something so private suddenly being plastered all over a near-stranger's face. "But...sh-she and I..."

"Look, I'm not blind," he cut in. "And it's not as if I didn't see her struggling like a romantic heroine in a tragedy for the past few days, as dramatic as only a brokenhearted moron like her could be. I also have no doubt it's her fault, because I have seen the way you two are around each other, and she must have gotten scared and pushed you away, but let's not pretend she's not here for you and there is nothing platonic about it."

Stung, Benjamin was quick to look away again. "I asked her if she could ever feel something for me...and she said no," he insisted. "Or rather, she didn't seem to think she could. I may hold her in the highest of esteem, sir, but it would be a cruelty, were I to force what clearly makes her uncomfortable. I never wanted...I-I only wish..." Frustrated, he curled his hands at his sides. "I've always said that seeking affection in war is a fool's errand, and therefore I wouldn't do it, but you know Emma." He flashed a feeble smile. "To know her is to love her. I was helpless but to become ensnared."

August still seemed sympathetic. "She's afraid of commitment, but she still has feelings. As you do," he accused. "Every single time she rejected someone in her life she's given them a speech that pretty much goes: I don't love you, I'll never love you, you are not my type, nothing you can do will change that. Is that what she said to you?"

Benjamin's head snapped up, no longer able to pretend the other man's words held no meaning. "You dare to give me hope?" he asked. Voice weak, he shakily pressed on, "Sir, it is not a kindness to force me to review that day again...to force me to bare my heart and potentially have it shorn apart as before. Because no, she did not say those exact words -- she was unable to say much at all, in fact: only the simple refrain of 'I can't.'" His eyes grew wet. "I'd never seen her in so much pain in all my life, and I have no desire to put her through that again...so I won't. Because I swore I wouldn't. I may have feelings for her, sir, but it's that affection that's keeping me from dredging up what clearly served to wound rather than mollify."

"She...she only went there because I requested it.

August didn't know whether to laugh or cry, having heard the same sentiment when it came to Emma dozens of times, and having felt the same before. "Yes, you are right, Emma is well-known to stay out of trouble and to need a push before jumping into danger. And she definitely follows orders and requests against her own will and best judgment. I hope some day she'll grow a spine and become somewhat rebellious." There was a light smile on his lips, even as his eyes burned - affection for Emma, of course, and hatred for the fact that she must be in pain now. "She cares about Sackett, she'd have been there anyway, not your fault, and at least you knew where to look. We don't always get that lucky, as she unfortunately forgets to share her little missions with us."

Doesn't she know the people who love her are getting hurt with her reckless, senseless ambition?

"No." it was a very simple answer, but then he corrected himself, "She knows, more or less, but... the problem is... it's not ambition. If it were, she'd... push it down for us. I don't know if you've noticed this, if you had the chance, but I can promise you that even today, if she wakes and she's strong enough to get up, she'll try. And there will be no amount of telling her she needs to rest that will work, but... telling her that she's making us worry to the point we might not sleep at night, that'll put her back in bed. She'd do anything for us. But like I said, it's not ambition. It's pure instinct. It's her. She will be protecting, fighting, taking care... long before she needs to think about it. Must be hard for her too, to be all heart, no self-preservation. Harder for us, though." A lot harder, when they were so useless in the face of her wounds.

"You need to understand... what she did today, that's how she lives all the time. She may not have had a chance to do so here at your camp, she had to help in more ordinary ways, but back home... she will stay a few weeks at the castle and then she's out... battling. She only gets hurt when she's physically protecting someone who's there, ironically, she's terrible at preserving her life if there is another person to protect, But when off on her own she's unstoppable. I hope your war will end soon, but hers won't until she lets it. She's been at it since she was nineteen... I actually considered studying medicine, but if I went with her every time to be a medic, she'd have been killed long ago protecting me." Little crazy warrior, completely unable to control herself when she saw someone in danger. But it wasn't the case now, no, he knew damn well the kind of week she had been having, and how weak she must have been despite deciding it was a great idea to keep guard on Sackett all by herself.

"But be mad," he nodded, "Let yourself be mad at her. Here, now, with me. So you are not mad at her in there later. Your anger would just make her cry, and no one wants that. I'll be mad." Despite at times wanting to kill this man simply because once again he had to watch Emma's reddened, puffy eyes and pretend not to know she had been crying over him, he also felt his deepest sympathy for him.

Then Benjamin pointed out that she cared for everyone there and that was the reason she stayed, and that sympathy faded quite a bit. "I know you two were sharing a bed. I wish I didn't, but she can't lie and it's obvious you two were in some sort of courting situation when we arrived." He couldn't have sounded more judgy. "Look, I'm not blind. And it's not as if I didn't see her struggling like a romantic heroine in a tragedy for the past few days, as dramatic as only a brokenhearted moron like her could be. I also have no doubt it's her fault, because I have seen the way you two are around each other, and she must have gotten scared and pushed you away, but let's not pretend she's not here for you and there is nothing platonic about it. She's afraid of commitment, but she still has feelings. As you do. Every single time she rejected someone in her life she's given them a speech that pretty much goes: I don't love you, I'll never love you, you are not my type, nothing you can do will change that. Is that what she said to you?" Nothing in Benjamin's words now nor in his general behavior had pointed at such response from Emma, despite Emma having told him that 'she had ruined everything', whatever that meant, so for once, just once, August had all reasons to think she had finally found someone, which had promptly scared her to death. And now the other idiot in question was apparently also determined to refer to it as a friendship, more or less, and that meant Emma going home soon and going back to this exact sort of violent, bloody life, instead of finally finding some happiness to focus on. He'll be damned if he let it happen without trying to help her.

#smiletimeisrunningout #a calming calamity #ben x emma #//lmao august's just about ready to bust some heads together xD #like ARE YOU ALL HEARING YOURSELVES RN??#and now that ben knows that HE knows he's all *holds up fingers in the sign of the cross*#like DON'T TELL MY REVEREND DAD I SUCCUMBED #OR THAT I HAVE SOMEONE I LIKE CUZ HE WANTS GRANDCHILDREN lol #but now ben's annoyed cuz he's like YOU WANT ME TO GO THROUGH ALL THAT AGAIN??#SHE'S JUST GOING TO KEEP TELLING ME NO

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hoghtastic · 8 months ago

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Just a summary of my thoughts abot but what is going on here latley: Part 1

My main Problem with Johannes Interview is that she talks 3/4 about private stuff.

1/4 :

About what happening in the morning

Claiming she is a fighter for justice

Her childhood and going to Musical school

2/4 :

She is talking about her teenage toxic relationship

3/4

She is talking about her mental breakdown

Her time at venus Effekt

4/4

She is talking how hard it is to be a musical and TV actress

Of course Alex and Alex healing her wounds.

She is defnetly over doing the bleeding man storry and so on. But if she really is for justice why isn't she given advices or comforting words on her IG. ( I don't count her copied stuff of mental health) why isn't she in a humanistic Organisation. For me is this part selfcelebrating and try to build a good Image. May even try to manipulate Alex because we all know he values humanistic work.

The teenage toxic relationship. She and that guy were teenagers. She is over doing the show again. It is bad to control your partner, tell him how to dress, stalk him on IG and others and not want to be seen. But how old has she been 17 ? Latley I have seen a youtuber that was talk about this stuff . She was mentioned also a toxic relationship like I was in a toxic relationship with 17. But well were kids and well the human brain needs 25 years to develope. So your sense for empathy is fully devrloped with 25. I don't want to gasslight her Problem. But I realy think it would be better for her to visit some psycholoy Therapie sessions instead of jumping into new relationships. I think she is the kind of Person that is in a relationship just for being in a relationship.

I am sorry but she lives in a 5,5 Million citizens country. It is hard for me to imagine pressure. It is not Hollywood.

Than Alex and ME healing each other wounds. It is a nice farytale. Anyone including myself that lifes through violence or traumatas knows wounds like this are always there. We learn to live with it. Your partner is not their to regulate your emotions. He may can support you but he is not your therapist. So I agree with the plaster anon here. It is defnetly an immature or narcistic Statement.

Part 1 of 4.

#anon asks

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sheloooveswomen · 3 years ago

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a lovely coincidence pt.2 - abby gerhard x reader

masterlist

pt.1 pt.3

summary: carol AU. first real date with abby. you’ve had dinners together but never done anything outside of her house.

includes: abby x fem!reader, thoughts are italicized, all in reader’s POV.

warnings: none

inspired by Dangerous ASMR‘s audio on youtube

2,082 words

{ her jewelry makes me feel things....also pretend there's no one else there. }

Y/N POV//

I watch Abby set up to take her turn, trying and failing to hold in my laughter.

She sighs angrily, "What the fuck- I mean—" she clears her throat, smoothing out the imaginary wrinkles in her skirt, "Oh fantastic! That's exactly where I wanted my ball to go."

"Really?" I smile.

"Uh huh, really. Right behind the fake plaster rock, even farther from the hole. That was my plan all along." she shrugs.

"Forgive me if I don't believe you" I go to take my turn.

Abby gives a mix of a scoff and a laugh, "I cannot believe you're doubting the veracity of my claims!" she gasps, "Don't you trust me?!"

I stare at her blankly.

She breaks, "Yeah okay. I'm full of it but don't tell anyone. I pride myself on my mini golf abilities. It's your word against mine, either way. I mean look around! We're the only ones here.”

“There’s the guy working the counter” I remind her.

“I'm pretty sure he's been reading nudie magazines for the past half hour, so we're basically all alone. My plan is working perfectly… muahahaha" she rubs her hands together aiming for evil but just looking adorable. Abby looks around, "No but really, it's so quiet, empty...kinda spooky. In fact I'd say it's scarier out here than the movie was."

"If it wasn't for your company it would've been a total waste of five bucks—"

"Well forty bucks if you count the popcorn" I stop to admire her form- her golfing form of course.

She lines up her feet and tilts her head to see the mini course at a better angle. Taking a few practice swings, "I don't know what I hate more: overpriced snacks, jump scares, or the fact that I still jump at jump scares." she groans at her terrible putt.

I nudge her shoulder in passing, "If they make a sequel they definitely need to hire us."

"The killer stalking coeds thing is so cliche. What they need is something unique like mini golf and death via putter." she twirls her club around, a smile on her face.

"That's worse!"

"Okay, you come up with something better than!"

I struggle to find words.

Abby laughs, "Mhm thats what I thought.”

She points to the small building you get and return your ball and club, then to the even smaller storage shed beside it, “There’s nothing scarier than a dark room in a public place. What are they hiding, I wonder? Bodies? Bodily fluids?" She goes again and misses her shot terribly, "Ugh okay let's change the subject. It's your turn so go put your ball in that hole."

I give her a weird look over my shoulder as I take my turn, the brunette winks in return.

"You know this whole night has been a bit surreal. I still can't believe I'm here with you. I don't usually believe in the whole fate sort of thing, but we are quite lucky. It was kind of right place right time deal." her smile is still in place when I glance at her.

"Bodily fluids aside" I laugh, "I like this. It's private. We can actually talk without fear of getting harassed. Double win." I make it in the hole, "Triple win for me!”

"My turn, huh? Great." she stretches, "Time to put my plan into motion"

Oh lord. Why did she choose this?

"Fuck! How am I so bad at this? I know I'm not exactly a spring chicken anymore but I used to be flyer for a pyramid of girls in high school." she whines.

"Yet you can't putt to save your life." I shake my head, watching her go again.

Her brow furrows in concentration, "No. I know what it is."

"Enlighten me." I watch her go again.

"It's not me. It's you."

I scoff, "How could it possibly be me?!"

"You get all of the blame. You know what you're doing." she waves her finger at me.

"I have done nothing" I laugh again.

Her index finger motions the length of my body, "Standing there...being all cute...distracting me! Ruining my otherwise perfect hand-eye coordination. You machiavellian she-devil. Just for that I get another turn."

"It's your turn anyways I made it in already!" I remind her, moving to stand by her other side.

"Wha- no no- get- I know! Get your butt out of my way. You're just intimidated by my mini golf prowess." Abby finally makes it in the hole, "Hole in one!" she heads towards the next mini course.

"You had five tries!" I follow behind her.

She stops walking, "Yes it took me five tries but you're not taking into account my ailment."

I roll my eyes, "You have no ailment."

"Mhm, the fact that you're here means I get an automatic four putts on each hole." she shrugs, “It’s the rules.”

I bend over to put my ball in place.

"Five if you keep doing that." she tilts her head, this time to see me at a better angle.

“You’re incorrigible.”

"Well it's a cute butt so- look I know it's hard to be around a pro such as myself. I get it! It took you three tries and only took me one. I understand your frustration!" she pats me on the back when I finish my turn, "I'm proud of you for being brave enough to admit that to me."

I laugh, “Just take your turn, Gerhard.”

"I'm being serious! But do not worry, my poor girl, I'm here to teach you my ways."

"I'm doing better than you—" I smile.

"Don't argue! These are valuable tips I'm giving you completely free of charge, out of the goodness of my heart." she puts her hand to her chest.

"I—"

Her hand goes up to silence me, "No no no don't thank me yet” she pulls me to stand in front of her, "just square up here, hold your putter like you would. Good. Now let me correct your form."

"Is that required?" I smile at the feeling of her hands on my hips.

"Yes. This requires close bodily contact, but it's purely professional so don't worry." she smiles, "I just have to stand behind you like this…so lean back into me please..."

I keep my head forward to hide my blush when I feel her chest against my back and my hips meet the front of hers.

"Mhm- you smell really nice—" she clears her throat, "which is very important when mini golfing. Now um I put my hands over yours like this...pull back...and.... swing."

We watch the ball go.

"Hey! That's not so bad! I mean- just as I expected." she exclaims.

I step back so she can take her turn, still blushing, "Well thank you for your help"

She takes my hand that’s holding my club, "Oh no- we're on a streak, we have to keep going. Strike while the irons hot or something like that. I'll help you with this one, too, so don't worry."

We walk towards my ball.

"Okay, umm. Just stand...like this -god you're warm- and I'll just smell your neck a little like this…for good luck." I feel her smile against my neck before placing her chin on my shoulder, "Pull back...and there."

It somehow goes directly into the hole.

"Oh my god!" her hands go to her mouth in shock, "You did it!" she squeals before stopping and turning her nose to the air, "Which was always my plan and was completely expected.”

I turn and smile at her, "I think this deserves a victory hug, don't you?"

Abby nods shyly and pulls me into a hug, when we start to pull apart she kisses my cheek…very nearly hitting my lips, "Gahh" she laughs, "I'm sorry that wasn't too much, was—"

I look around before cutting her off with a quick kiss on the lips.

Her ears start turning bright right in sync with the blush across her cheeks, "Wow- I- wow. Your lips are so soft um."

I laugh and kiss her cheek before pulling away.

"Thanks- thank you." she clears her throat, "And you're welcome for the amazing mini golf tips, so- oh! Right, my turn."

I look around again, double checking no one could’ve seen.

Abby lets out a loud groan, "Seriously?!"

I burst out laughing when I see where her ball landed.

"Sure, laugh it up! This was your plan all along, wasn't it? Well jokes on you, my ailment just went up to six!" she grins.

"Absolutely not!" I laugh

She shrugs, "No it's fine, if anyone asks I'm an amazing golfer."

"Then I will promptly tell them otherwise" I shrug back emphatically.

"Pfft, no ones gonna believe you. I mean, look at me! I used to be an elite athlete."

"You did cheerleading for two years and track for one."

"Well yeah! I ran a bit, wore a miniskirt and rhymed while clapping my hands weekly. It was a lot of multitasking, I'd like to see you do it—" she looks me up and down, corners of her mouth quirking up.

"What?" I ask, confused by her pause.

"You in a miniskirt…I actully would like to see that..." she clears her throat, "let's move onto the next hole, it's the last one, too."

————

We turn in the equipment and head to the car. Abby sighs dramatically, stretching her arms above her head. The hem of her blouse freed from the waistband of her slacks.

Look at literally anything else, Y/n! Wow the sky just looks so sky like, has it always been so blue?

"Well I think that was good enough. My heart isn”t really in it anymore."

"You did work so hard" I reply sarcastically.

"True, but I have better things on my mind- other things, I mean. Plus it's what, half past seven?" she pulls a pocketwatch from pocket and opens my door for me.

What a gentlewoman, "Already?" I look to the dashboard clock as she rounds the car.

Abby starts the car but taps her fingers along the wheel instead of pulling off, "I don't want the night to end. I feel like the clock will strike midnight and you'll turn into a pumpkin or something."

"That is not how the story goes" I laugh.

She grins, "You know what I mean."

I take her hand in mine.

"It's been such an amazing time I feel like I'll wake up tomorrow, and it'll all have been a dream. Which would suck because I really wanna see you again..." Abby sighs.

"We could go to yours- or you could...come to my place...?" I offer instead, since she hasn’t seen my home yet.

"To your place?"

"If you'd like- it's not much, though. College student budget, waitress salary, and all" I wave my hand in dismissal.

"I'd love to see it. I could even help you with your studies!"

I squint at her, "Really?"

She smirks, "Really! I’m pretty well rounded. I studied english, history, biology…anatomy..." she laughs, "I'm kidding- unless you're into that, in which case, I'm totally serious. But if you aren't it was a joke, so you can't hold it against me."

"What if I wanna hold you against me?"

We hold eye contact for a minute, "How about we just get out of here, watch a good movie, and see where the night takes us?

"That sounds nice" I beam at her.

"Good.” she puts the car in drive, “Also we can consider it a draw."

"Why would I do that when I won" I boast.

"Ummm no, I'm pretty sure I beat you."

"You took like five tries minimum on each hole!"

She puts her hand behind my seat as she looks to back out of the parking spot, "Uh? No. My ailment remember."

"That doesn't count, Abby"

"No it totally counts, Y/n"

I stare at her unimpressed.

"Fine then, you're the winner." she concedes.

"Thank you" I smile sweetly.

"Because you're going home with me. I'm a fantastic cuddler." she adds.

I can't help but laugh and give her hand a squeeze once she changes gear.

After a moment of silence she speaks up again, "I swear I'm not a narcissist, by the way."

"Are you sure?" I tease.

"Positive. So we're both winners...but really it was me."

I lean over to kiss her cheek before playing with her hand, "Just drive, Gerhard."

#abby gerhard #x reader #abby gerhard x reader #sarah paulson #carol 2015

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fushiguromi · 4 years ago

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little bundle of sunshine — ushijima wakatoshi

synopsis: you and your daughter surprised ushijima by watching his volleyball game

pairing: dad!ushijima x f!reader

genre: fluff!! timeskip :))

word count: 1.4k

a/n: ahHhHhh i’m sorry if this is like ?? because it is my first time posting this kind of fic, so pls don’t judge me HAHAHHAHAHAHA

“Hello! Good morning.” You greeted the guard before walking to the daycare that was near your workplace.

You walked into your daughter’s classroom and you see her sitting quietly on a chair, observing her other classmates.

She’s just quiet while swinging her little legs because her feet don't reach the floor. She hugs her backpack closely to her lap and put her head on top of it.

You knocked on the door to excused your daughter and just smiled at the teacher and greeted her.

The five-year-old who looked more like her father glanced up to you, and a huge smile plastered on her face.

“Mommy! Mommy!” She called running towards you with a piece of paper in her hand. She presented it to you as you knelt to be on her height.

“Wook! I drew dada!” She excitedly said while swaying her body left to right and you take the paper from her hands and rubbed her head with your other hand.

“You’re good! It’s amazing, baby.” You looked over her with her big dark olive-brown eyes looking up to you. “Want to go watch daddy play?” You asked, already knowing her answer.

A big smile came onto her face as she jumped up and down, “Yes!” She always loves watching her father play and cheering for him.

Ushijima often jokes about having another one soon, so he can have a whole cheering team because you both get always baby fever whenever she’s around which is always.

You stood up and put out your hand for her to reach, “let’s get changed first, and then we’ll go.” She grabbed your hand as you got her backpack and headed to the bathroom to change.

You changed her school uniform to a volleyball jersey with Ushijima’s number on it and some shorts, fixing her hair to make it pigtails. You then changed quickly into jeans and a t-shirt with his number too.

You walked out and headed to your car. She easily goes to her car seat with excitement and because of your busy schedule, you don’t get to watch every game, so Ushijima would be surprised to see you and your daughter watch his game today.

You pulled into the parking lot of the venue, you made sure to look out for your daughter so she wouldn't run across the street because sometimes her excitements overboard.

As you walked in, the venue was already filled with many fans and visitors as the teams were about to play. You held your daughter firmly on your hip so you wouldn't lose her as you walked to find a seat in the front.

When you already settled on the front row, your daughter looked around for her dad and you pointed him out to her as they were all on the side, warming up and doing their drills.

“Daddy!” She screamed, waving up her two hands.

Ushijima stopped warming up and looked around, recognizing his daughter's voice. He didn’t know you were coming today and it was kind of a surprise. “Daddy!” She yelled again, this time he glanced towards you with wide eyes and smiled.

Standing up and walking over, “Dad! Wook!” She pulled out her jersey to show him. He smiled and pinched her cheek and kissed her forehead before reaching over to pick her up from you.

“My cheerleaders came here to support me?” he asked and looked at you.

She giggled and leaned more into him. You always wonder why she’s more a daddy’s girl when she always spends time with you.

“I got off early and we couldn’t waste this because everyone is looking forward to this game and we wanted to be here to support you.” You reached over and ran your fingers to your daughter's hair as she snuggled to her dad.

You felt almost everyone's eyes are on your family, “plus, she loves watching you play.” As you converse with Ushijima, many flashing lights are directed to you and your daughter.

Ushijima put her head on his chest to shield her from the cameras, he looked up over to you and smiled.

“What about you?” He teased, looking at your shirt because of his jersey number.

You smiled and moved closer to him, “you know that I have admired watching you play since you’re in high school. That's why we have this ray of sunshine.” He smirked, recalling what it would do to you to watch him play.

“Besides, it's been a while. I must show everyone this beautiful baby.” He chuckled and kissed your forehead.

“I have to go now. Cheer for me okay?” He asked and you and your daughter nodded.

You took her back in your hands as she held on to you, “wuv you daddy. Play well..” she blew a kiss with her free hand.

You could see how his heart melted because of his expression. Your daughter has that effect on everyone she meets.

“I love you too, sweetheart.” He replied, smiling before walking back to his teammates.

The game went on and intense. Schweiden Adlers had no problem beating their opponent and watching your husband play gives you different feelings and emotions. Every time you see him play, you fall in love all over again.

That’s the reason why your daughter was brought up to this world so soon. You just have no self-control when it comes to Ushijima.

After the game, you walked down the stairs, getting the usual looks of awe for being the wife of the one and only Ushijima Wakatoshi, you just smiled at them, and your daughter waves and smiles at them confidently. Some people noticed your daughter and look at her with amusement because of her cuteness.

Once you were downstairs of the gym, she wiggled her way out of your arms and ran towards her dad with open arms. He didn't notice her coming until she hugged his legs.

Some of the other players were looked so confused, except for Ushijima’s teammates as to why a child was hugging his legs.

He turned around and picked her up, getting her to giggle as Hosiumi tickled her. “Daddy did good right?” You asked, letting everyone hear as you walked over to your family. Almost everyone gasped and looked shocked.

Being a private person, Ushijima doesn’t bring it up unless you ask or talk it about him. “Yeah! Dada did so well!” Reaching up to pinch his cheeks and hugged his neck.

“I’ve never seen Ushijima-san being like that.” You heard a player whispered to his teammate.

“Uncle Yama and Iumi..” she tried to reach out for Kageyama but he just smiled and pointed to Hosiumi who looks excited to take her.

Your daughter reached for Hosiumi who happily took her. Once she was on his arms, Ushijima pulled you close to him.

“How was my performance, love?” He said softly for you as you smiled, moving closer to his arms.

“Hmm.. perfect as usual.” You replied, hugging him as he kissed you softly.

“Of course, you were watching and our ball of sunshine.” You felt your heart being contented to have this kind of life.

Ushijima’s arms snaked on your waist, closing your eyes, he kissed your forehead.

“I’m so happy today...” he trailed off and smiled. You felt your heart racing, it feels like you’re in high school again.

“Uh, Ushijima-san,” Hosiumi came up to you both with your daughter sitting on his shoulder, holding his hair up.

You laughed because her hands are playing with Hosiumi’s hair. Carefully, Hosiumi handed her to you as he also went to leave with his other teammates.

You put her on the ground and play with her for a little bit. Ushijima went to his locker and someone came up to you, he’s someone who kept looking at you earlier from the stands.

“Hi! Are you supporting someone?” He looked at your daughter as she plays with the volleyball.

“Yeah, Schweiden Adlers.” You replied and then smile over your daughter who’s now trying to dribble the volleyball.

“You look very pretty. Is she your sister?” You stayed quiet, thinking if he doesn’t know about you being married to Ushijima.

“No, she’s our daughter.” You didn’t notice Ushijima walking over to your daughter to pick her up before he came up to you.

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t know.” The guy cowers away and just walked away.

Ushijima turned towards you, “I’m sorry.” You smiled and hold on to his arm.

“It’s okay.” You took your daughter from Ushijima’s arms and she snuggled on your neck.

He leaned over to kiss your daughter’s forehead, “let’s go home.” He gently said and kissed your lips.

a/n (take 2): if you read this, i just wanted to say congrats!! HAHAHAHA jk but thank you for reaching at the end of the story <3 i hope you liked it 🥺

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tteokggukk · 4 years ago

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welcome to my youtube channel → kth

✳ pairing: idol!taehyung x youtuber!reader

✳ genre: fluff, taehyung scenario, stranger to lovers, reader is an artist who posts art videos on youtube

✳ warnings: none!

✳ words: 2.9k

✳ a/n: hello, this is my second bts oneshot/scenario. i just like to write for fun but if you’d like to let me know if there’s anything i can improve on please do so! i’d love to know how to improve. anyways, i hope you enjoy!

"Hey guys, welcome to my YouTube Channel."

You spoke in front of the camera. Sets of acrylic paint were spread out across the table next to a stand that held an 18x24 inch canvas. You were in the middle of making your seventeenth video, a highly requested one at that, and deep down you were ecstatic to start working on the painting.

Never in your life did you think you would ever start a YouTube account. You always considered yourself a very shy and private person, not one to go out of their way and broadcast themselves all over the internet. Your best friends, however, were two very well-known YouTubers and always found a way to include you in their videos and live streams. Somehow people liked seeing more of you, and so you were convinced by your best friends and the audience to start your own YouTube channel.

But you weren't very accustomed to bringing a camera everywhere with you to document and share whatever was happening in your daily life, you found it too awkward and you were still camera-shy, so you decided to create content in a way that would still keep you comfortable while doing something you loved.

An art channel.

Your channel blew up pretty fast. Requests started pouring in here and there. You became known for your very calm demeanor and artistic skills, so you took this as an opportunity to sell your works online as a way to earn some extra money for your future. Occasionally, you'd do lives to talk to your fans and you were happy at the support they showed you, which only encouraged you to keep making videos.

"This was a highly requested video, and I honestly can't wait to get started," you told the camera, mentally telling yourself to insert the comments and messages you got in your DMs to paint this Adonis-like human being. The requests started coming in after you had an Instagram live where you did some quick sketches while playing some of your favorite songs in the back, and people noticed one of the songs you played was by him.

"You guys also asked if I could sell this painting, but because of the "high demand"," you spoke, adding air quotes, "I'd like to keep it up for auction so the proceeds could go to different fundraisers."

You started mixing different colors in your palette and showed everyone the picture for your reference.

"So, without further ado, today I will be painting Kim Taehyung."

"Hey guys, welcome to my YouTube Channel."

Taehyung watched as you spoke in the video, looking behind you to see a bunch of art materials. The title of the video was left ambiguously, only being named most requested video, leaving him no clue on what it was you were going to create this time.

He's been watching your videos for quite some time now, ever since your channel started rising. Art was one of his major interests and he absolutely adored the way you made your videos with the calming, ASMR-like sound of mixing paint and how you skillfully glided the brush across the canvas. On days when he found himself tired and in need of a quick way to relax, he'd subconsciously find himself binge watching videos on your channel— even repeating several videos since you were only starting. He found it fascinating, but also because he found you interesting.

Because of your channel, he even created an anonymous YouTube account just to leave nice comments on your videos along with a private Instagram account to be able to watch your lives.

Needless to say, he didn't miss that one live where you played the song Winter Bear. It made his whole night, making him sleep with a smile on his face.

"This was a highly requested video, and I honestly can't wait to get started."

He watched as a bunch of comments started appearing onscreen popping up one by one as they gradually got faster, eventually covering you. It took a moment before it sunk in that he was the highly requested person they wanted you to paint. He paused the video, wide-eyed, before shouting in excitement. Jimin had to come in and check what the whole commotion was about.

"Y/n's going to paint me!" Taehyung exclaimed, his mouth turning into his famous boxy smile.

"Ah, the YouTuber you really like?" Jimin smiles before sitting down next to Taehyung who continued playing the video, "I wanna see."

"You guys also asked if I could sell this painting, but because of the "high demand", I'd like to keep it up for auction so the proceeds could go to different fundraisers."

"Wow, she seems really kind," Jimin says, while Taehyung only nods, his eyes glued to the screen.

"So, without further ado, today I will be painting Kim Taehyung."

He felt his heart beat fast when you mentioned his name, and without realizing it his ears have gone all red.

On screen, you began sketching, "You guys have also been sending me a lot of questions lately, which is why I decided to tweet about doing a q&a."

"What questions did you ask?" Jimin asked Taehyung.

"I asked her if being an artist is something she'd like to pursue," Taehyung told him.

"Ooooh, trying to get to know her," Jimin teases, "Our little Taehyungie has a celebrity crush."

Taehyung rolls his eyes but breaks out into a grin anyway, "I just respect her artistry."

"Right, okay," Jimin snickers, obviously not buying it.

Taehyung knew he was telling the truth, though. It was impossible to have feelings for someone who you only knew through a screen. He found you attractive for sure, but he of all people would know that almost no one is completely one-hundred percent themselves on screen. Genuine as you may be, there are still things that are best kept to yourself. He couldn’t lie though, if given the chance to get to know you, he’d never pass up on that offer.

"Someone asked why I don't use that much ready-made paint," You spoke on screen, "It's ‘cause I learn a lot from mixing my own colors, and also I just really enjoy it."

The painting was beginning to come together halfway through the video and Taehyung's question finally made its way to you. "Kimyeontan95 asks, ‘is painting a career you want to pursue? I love your work, by the way’."

"That was basically I love you," Jimin holds back a laugh, earning him a light punch in the arm from Taehyung.

"Thank you so much, kimyeontan95, and no, painting is just a hobby of mine and a way to earn some future savings. I actually really want to be a novelist."

Taehyung smiled after hearing you answer his question. Later on, the video was over and his portrait was complete. He hurriedly redirected himself to the link that was provided for the auction.

Something in him wanted to have that painting no matter what, so he set himself as the highest bidder and eventually had it mailed to his home where he put your work up in his room to cherish.

A day after your video was posted, you woke up to a thousand notifications from your phone. Hundreds of people were mentioning you in tweets and you had numerous missed calls from your best friends and some texts telling you to check your online art shop. You groggily scroll through your feed, a bit confused as to what was happening.

I wanted to buy this painting and I had it in my list, but now it's unavailable!

Y'ALL WHAT RICH KID SET THE HIGHEST BID TO A MILLION DOLLARS IM CRYING

@yourtwittername are you planning to sell a new collection?

a million dollar bid wtf swownwowksodiowl

Someone just bought all of @yourtwitterusername's paintings. I'm crying in broke eye—

but like what if taehyung set that bid? @yourtwitterusername

What?

I just woke up and my mentions are pouring. What is going on? You tweeted.

Thousands of replies began coming in leaving you feeling overwhelmed and confused on where to start. Everyone was telling you to check your site, and so you did. You felt your heart almost stop beating when you saw that every single artwork you had up for sale were sold out. Nothing was left behind. You checked your emails, and the confirmations were there.

How could this have happened overnight?

ALL MY WORKS ARE SOLD OUT?!?!?!?? WHO COULDVE DONET THIS??? You tweeted, hands shaking.

You felt your heart race, a wide grin that could go even wider if possible was plastered on your face. You tried to stop yourself from screaming in excitement but couldn't so you ended up jumping up and down and doing happy dances before calming down to assess the situation. Finally, you sat down in front of your laptop to see where all your works were being shipped to.

Replies started coming in.

CONGRATS YOU FIGURED IT OUT

WILL U RESTOCK

AHSKWJOA CONGRATS BB

I'M SO HAPPY FOR U

BUT Y/N WHO BOUGHT THEM ALL

Checking your emails, you discover that your art works were all bought by one person. Anonymous. There was no name and someone requested to have their personal information redacted.

Anonymous? Surely this wasn't a joke?

The person kept their name anonymous. You tweeted and muted the notifications just to allow yourself to focus on finding out who it was that bought everything.

At the bottom of all the removed personal information, there was one username that you were sure you've heard or seen somewhere.

@ Kimyeontan95.

Underneath the username was a short but sincere message.

"Your videos have always helped me wind down after a long, busy day. I can't express how much you inspire me with your talent and how I wish someday you'd teach me to be half as good as you, as I'm not very gifted in the painting department. I admire how you put your gifts into good things, and I very much idolize you in one way or another. This is just a small way of showing my support for you, but also because all your works are amazing and I'd love to have a small room filled with my favorite art works. I look forward to reading works of yours soon, future novelist.”

Feeling the heat creeping up on your cheeks, you smiled to yourself. The letter was definitely heartfelt and you wanted so badly to thank the person who sent it.

Later that afternoon, you decided to go on live to personally thank the anonymous buyer for buying your works and for sending that wonderful note. You fixed yourself up a little bit and pressed live as thousands of your followers began to tune in.

"Hello, everyone," you greeted, smiling. Replies with greetings started coming in and you couldn't help but chuckle at the eager messages your followers were sending. They truly made you happy.

As expected, several questions began pouring in.

"Right, so, I wanted to do this live because of what happened. As you may have noticed, all my works were suddenly sold out which definitely took me by surprise," you started, "Unfortunately the buyer left everything anonymous. They only left what I assume is a username and a short letter, which I will keep to myself for personal reasons."

@follower1WHAT

@follower2 will you keep selling your works?

@follower3 THATS SUCH A SWEET GESTURE THO OMG/

@follower4 am I the only one who thinks a secret admirer bought it

@follower5 check my YouTube channel I made a theory on who bought her works

@follower6 i rlly think it's taehyung

@follower7 I’'m so proud of you :(((

"If the person who bought all of my paintings is watching this, I really want to thank you from the bottom of my heart. I appreciate the letter as well, you've honestly made me the happiest person on Earth," you smiled.

@follower8 AWWWWW

@follower9 ANON COME OUT

@follower10 i really wanna know what the letter says

@ Kimyeontan95 I'm glad :)

Your heart stopped at one of the replies. You took your phone immediately from its fixed position with wide eyes and began scrolling up fast because of the immediate replies coming in. Wasn't that the username?

@follower11 what's going on?

@follower12 y/n are you okay?

You could no longer find the reply so you set your phone down, fixing it back in place.

"For a second I thought the person who bought it was watching my live," you sighed and smiled nervously, "So anyways— I'd really love to express my gratitude so if they're watching, please contact me. I can't say thank you en—"

Suddenly the replies were frantic. People were sending keyboard smashes here and there. Only a few of them were actual coherent comments. "What is going on?" You asked as you began scrolling through.

@follower13 Y/N CHECK VLIVE

@follower14 TaEHYUNF IS ON LIVE

@follower15 I kNEW IT THOUGH???

@follower16 Y/N CHECK TAEHYUNGS LIVE

@follower5 Y'ALL I WAS RIGHT I SAID CHECK MY YT

Keeping your live on, you grabbed your laptop as fast as you could to check out the links being sent to your live. When it finally loaded, you could've sworn you'd have a heart attack.

"Oh, I think she's watching me," Taehyung grinned through his live, holding his phone in front of the camera. He quickly shows the viewers his phone screen, which showed your live of you watching him through your laptop. Your eyes widened and you looked back at your phone camera that was broadcasting your live, then back at his live.

Taehyung started giggling, "I guess we're just watching each other, huh?" He smiled. Behind him were packed and unpacked parcels of paintings you recognized were yours. If it was even possible, your eyes grew even wider at this, "Oh my god," you breathed out.

"I should probably introduce myself," Taehyung spoke, "Hello everyone, I'm Kim Taehyung. How are you all doing? Today I’m planning on redecorating my room after our practice. What are the packages behind me? Oh, these are paintings I recently bought."

"Are those my paintings?" You asked out loud, though you knew the answer.

"Are those my paintings?" Your voice echoed from Taehyung's broadcast as your live was streaming from his phone. He grinned sheepishly, "Yes, these are your works, I hope you don't mind."

"Not at all," You smiled, "You were the buyer?"

You mentally slapped yourself for asking such obvious questions, but you just couldn't believe everything that was happening now.

"Yes," he chuckles, "I really love your paintings." Suddenly the sound of Jimin’s voice echoed from behind and Taehyung quickly stood up to lock the door, knowing he’d get the teasing of a lifetime if Jimin came and saw him talking to you.

"Thank you so much, I—" Your voice began to crack and your eyes welled with tears that you tried to fight back, "I really appreciate it. And the letter, that was really sweet."

"No, thank you. Wait, don't cry—" Taehyung spoke nervously.

"I'm just so happy," You laughed while wiping the tears off.

The replies from both ends were coming in like crazy. On one hand, majority of everyone watching found the whole scenario cute and started pairing you two out of nowhere, though there were a few haters on the other. It didn't really bother you, you were just so happy someone you idolized noticed your work.

"I'm glad," he was watching you with a fond smile through his phone, then the sound of the Jin’s voice began coming from outside Taehyung’s room, "Sorry for this sudden grand reveal. I really can't stay on live for too long but I'd love to keep talking to you." He spoke.

"Oh no, that's okay," You spoke fast.

"Do you mind if I send you a message? Assuming you already know the username," he asks.

"No not at all, I'd love to keep talking as well," your heart was beating erratically now. You didn't have to see your face to know how red it was becoming.

"Alright, great. Um, before I end this vlive I just wanna say you're a great artist and to all my viewers watching this, please support y/n's artworks and her channel! If I see any negative comments, I'll be taking responsibility and I'll unfortunately have my agency involved in taking those out," he spoke in a commercial tone kind of voice, "And to y/n, I'll be keeping in touch.” The door from behind him suddenly bursts open and Jin, Jimin, and Jungkook rush inside.

“You were talking to her!” Jimin shouts excitedly.

“Finally!” Jungkook claps.

“Is that why you kept the door locked?” Jin teases.

“Bye, everyone!" Taehyung quickly waves goodbye to the camera and smiles before turning the broadcast off.

You sat there stunned, almost forgetting you were also on live. You turned to your phone which was still recording you, "That was unexpected."

Suddenly, a notification in your DMs popped up. "I'll go ahead and process everything that just happened now, bye guys! See you in my next video." You ended the live with a wave and smile.

You quickly went into your direct messages and found the same username, Kimyeontan95. You opened it and found a picture of Taehyung holding one of your paintings with a peace sign on his other hand, the other members behind him posing with your other works, making you laugh.

Your heart fluttered at the message below the picture.

I hope this isn't too sudden, but would you like to go out with me sometime?

a/n: hello! if you finished it, thank you so much for reading! i hope you liked it hehe. i think i’m gonna keep posting the stuff i write bc i have so many ideas for the other members as well. also this is fun hehe. if you wanna read my other work, let’s fall in love for the night, ← here’s a link! thanks again for reading and please look forward to my future writing/edits.

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k1nky-fool · 2 years ago

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HELLO THERE

How are you doing, dearie? I hope you've had a great week!

OC asks 2, 5, 6, 12, 13, 25, 44 and 49 for, obviously, Vander and Mita.

You know I'm in love with that fic, and my obsession with Minute isn't going away soon, that's on you.

Anyways, love ya! Sending you a big virtual hug.

2 .What was their first date like? If they haven’t been on a date yet, how would it go?

Well, considering neither of them get out very often and they both know a few people that would either recognize them and make it awkward, or someone that wants to kill one or both of them, Mita and Vander would most definitely have a slow night in.

However, I know Mita and Vander desperately need a break, and to let loose a bit. The first night they manage to get a whole night where they're together and the kids are Benzo's responsibility for the night, let's face it, they're getting fucking plastered.

It starts out with Vander telling funny stories of his old revolution days, Mita saying she remembers the odd thing here and there, while Mita might bring up some of the dumbest people she's collected for bounty.

But Mita gets a little louder with every drink, and oddly giggly while Vander is likely trying to get her to dance with him while the jukebox is at full volume. Neither of them are good at dancing, and it really just looks like he's swaying her around while both of them can't really keep their balance at the same time, but neither of them have been happier.

5. What’s their love language like? Are they compatible with one another?

Not in the traditional sense at least. Mita's receiving love language is words of affirmation. I've mentioned she likes when people get to their point, and she likes being told that she is appreciated in a way she won't have to decipher the meaning of. That's the most direct way to give her affection. Very convenient that Vander isn't a fan of being very subtle when it comes to giving affection. It's not that he can't give gifts, he's just not a good judge of what kinds of things someone else likes beyond practical tools, but sometimes those intentions don't always land well. And he's always doing work for other people regardless of how he feels about them, so just saying what he appreciates about Mita specifically is his favorite way to show how much she means to him.

However, we know that Mita ain't exactly chatty, so the love language of affection she gives is going to be more acts of service than anything else. So, it's also very convenient that Vander has a lot on his plate, and she can help knock some of it off for him, so he can take a break. Vander will never be ungrateful that something he thought he had to worry about has been taken care of.

That being said, Mita is touch starved and Vander is cuddly. Physical touch will always be a good middle ground between the two of them, and by extension, quality time as well. Both are anchors for the two of them, and they both rely on each other to unwind, and a while into their relationship, both Mita and Vander will get visibly anxious and annoyed the longer they're apart, should something separate them for a little bit.

6. Do they have any pet names/nicknames for eachother?

Technically, "Mita" is sort of a pet name. Professionally, she'll always say her name is Minute (now that she has a name), and Vander is the only adult that calls her Mita. Everyone else that uses the name "Mita" is a kid, and even then, only Ekko, Sketch (more on that at a later date), Mylo, and Vi call her that. Claggor, Powder, Scar, Eve, and Devo all call her "Minute." Even then, Vander still calls her stuff like Love, Darling, and Dove.

Mita isn't really one for pet names. She's not upset when someone uses them, unless the wrong person calls her "Mita." There was just nobody really using affectionate names in her life, so she never really got an attachment to them. Though, there will be a rare occasion, in private only, when Mita might be exhausted, and she would accidentally echo Vander and call him "Love."

12. What would they say each other’s worst quality is?

Not that Mita doesn't understand it, or that she doesn't approve of it. She'll always be supportive no matter how Vander chooses to live his life. However, she fully believes that a lot of his problems would be solved if he was only a little more open to a healthy amount of violence. Vander tends to joke "That's what you're for, love," but really, he just can't get past causing that sort of harm anymore.

He knows what it's done to him in the past, and everyone else had to live with the consequences. Vander can't justify violence anymore, and Mita believes that no amount of words will ever be equal to action.

Vander on the other hand, gets somewhat aggravated with Mita's habit of staying quiet. He thinks a lot of problems they face would be avoided if she could just mention earlier than too late, what exactly she has a problem with. It's something she's working on, simply because she grew up in a way where speaking didn't actually change anything.

If she didn't like something, that was just the way things are, and she'd have to live with it. It's common that Vander doesn't even know he's done something to wrong her until she's already broken under the pressure, and he feels terrible that he couldn't do anything about it sooner, because she didn't say anything.

13. What would they say each other’s best quality is?

As much as his hesitancy to action drives her up the wall, she can't help but admire his patience. She hates to admit it, but Vander's ability to carry negotiations out far past the point where Mita would have just knocked the fucker out, has solved a lot of problems she simply wouldn't be able to solve herself. And it translates very well into his patience with her while she figures out to let her guard down around him.

Vander can't get enough of her intelligence. He sees it all the time, and he never gets an explanation of her thought process. Seeing it from the outside is like watching a lightning bolt, miraculously solving a jigsaw puzzle. His first instinct when he sees her begin to move into action is usually panic, but he trusts her not to directly violate any boundaries or rules he's set. When she does act, it's never what he expects and usually clever enough that whoever her target is, doesn't realize they've been corrected.

25. Pick a physical attribute that they love about each other.

Idk if you know this, but Vander is a very large lad. Mita is very certainly aware of his size, and rather openly appreciates it. Her favorite way to be reminded of it is when they're both behind the bar, and Vander gently pushes her toward the counter so he can get past her.

Vander could name a few physical attributes that he likes about her. But the one that seems to catch him off guard the most is her muscle definition. Mita is also not very small. In fact I write her as being roughly 6'0" and fucking jacked. But Vander specifically can't get enough of the muscles on her back. She moves so fluidly and precisely, and while he knows that training to be able to do that wasn't exactly her choice, he can't help but still be very impressed by it.

44. Who’s the better cook?

Vander, hands down. Mita's regular food before she met Vander was limited to just what she could afford to buy or find. And while Vander certainly isn't any sort of professional chef, he can easily whip some stuff up together to be good enough for some kids to like. Modern AU! Vander is definitely a grilled steak, burgers, and hotdogs kind of dad

49. Do they tease each other? What about?

They do tease each other, but only in subtle ways in public. It's always an innocuous comment on something that only the two of them would know about. An inside joke, or a small gesture. Mita has very specific facial expressions that essentially clue Vander in that something he's said or done was funny to her, or reminds her of another fumble of his. They're usually good with PDA, but when it comes to teasing, it's something they don't like others being privy to.

It's usually something innocuous. Someone asks for a shot of absinthe, and if Mita's close enough to overhear, Vander might say something like "Well, so long as you don't spit it at anyone, you sure can." Nobody but the two of them would get it unless one of the other few people that witnessed the event the first time just happens to also be near enough to hear.

Someone harasses Mita and she might visibly take their drink from them and pour a little bit from a mysterious vial into it. They ask "You drugging me for a good time?"

And she'd reply, placing the thing back in front of them, "No, I poisoned you 20 minutes ago. That's your antidote." Only for both of them to hear Vander laughing at it from a few tables away. He knows she hasn't, and that's definitely a laxative or something.

Love to see you, babes! I'm hoping to finish their fic in the next few months, but once it's done, I sure will have some time to write some oneshots of them and feature Mita in other fics.

#arcane oc #arcane #arcane fanfic #vander x oc #vander x minute

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celestialices · 4 years ago

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QUEST!

Greek Mythology x Haikyuu

Haikyuu!Ensemble x Reader

OVERVIEW. You were just a perfectly normal student at The University of Tokyo, when suddenly a bunch of 'normal boys', as they call themselves, appeared in your life and started to squeeze themselves into your life. Always saying something like "You're a goddess, we need to take you back to Olympus" (you brushed it off, saying that it was just a silly compliment) and even absurd sentences such as "You got Medusa's eyes" and "You're really Medusa's daughter!"

002: TRUTH UNTOLD

WARNINGS. Cursing, Mentions of Anxiety, Anxiety Attacks and Panic Attacks

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Alas, the most anticipated day finally came, the Ritual of Intuition. A new batch of deities will finally reap what they sown for the past 18 years.

But for Asami, it's not just that, hence also her the freedom she desired so much. No more asking for permissions to go here and there, and maybe, just maybe, she gets to explore the human world below! What an exciting day, really. Yet despite how much excitement filled her body, there's also this anxious feeling running through her. A bad intuition, some may say.

"You'll do great." Kiyoko, her half-sister who volunteered to dress her up for the occasion, suddenly said. "I know you will." Shimizu Kiyoko, the daughter of Poseidon and Aphrodite, has always been a caring sister. Although generally known to be aloof and straightforward, she’s also a passionate and responsible goddess. The next Aphrodite.

After placing a gold night star necklace on Asami's neck, the alluring goddess kissed her forehead. “I’ll see you there, okay? Take all the time you need.” Kiyoko bid her goodbye to Asami, off to check on her other friends.

Shimizu Kiyoko is the best sister you could ever ask for.

Asami stood up from her seat after a few breaths, heart hammering as she tread her way towards the large, gleaming primrose mirror in her quarters.

She stared at the mirror, not used to seeing the dead eyes. It was often said that her eyes were like the stars; always glowing whatever time it is of the day. Her usual cheery face was nowhere to be found, placed by anxiousness all over.

Why is she feeling nervous anyways? It’s just the ritual. Nothing more, nothing less.

Shaking her head, her eyes went down to the little details of her headwear and the attire she herself designed just for this day. A simple light blue, priding her father's color representation but in a lighter hue, off-shoulder lace dress that covers up her feet. A hint of turquoise flowers and embroidered silver vines dancing in the soft nude fabric, covered off with a light blue lace tulle, matching the shade of her top. A dress she chose to represent her parents, the reason why she's here today.

A sudden cool breeze passed making Asami shiver as she stared up her ceiling. What's keeping her from leaving her room were a bunch of 'what ifs' clouded in her head. Sighing deeply, "Come on, Asami. You've waited your whole life for this. Don't let the negative thoughts get you, as Sugawara always says." Asami muttered to herself, remembering the words of her friend managed to calm her nerves a bit.

"Asami, my daughter." Asami flinched upon hearing her father's voice, Poseidon. The god entered her chambers with his favored son, Iwaizumi Hajime. She gave them a look before running into her father's arms. "Aren't you excited? You should've left your room by now." Poseidon asked, a bit worried for his favorite.

Knowing Asami, they expected to see her happily running around the halls with her friend, Yamaguchi. It’s one of the common occurrences inside Zeus’ Palace to catch sight of the two best friends chasing each other all over the place. Sometimes, a few other deities joins them too. Nonetheless, it cheers everyone else as well.

"Don't get me wrong, Father. I'm really excited, but also quite nervous." Asami answered genuinely, breaking the hug. "What if I really don't have the powers like everyone says? I wasn't born with powers either." She added and exhaled, fiddling with her hair.

Asami won’t be lying if she says the rumors from the other deities are getting in her head. Rumors concerning her spread like a wildfire in Mt. Olympus. She tried so hard to ignore them, but she got stuck in the uncontrolled fire that slowly burns her mind.

Before she knew it, it affected her whole life. Asami thinks about it as soon as she opens her eyes in the morning, before sleeping at night, even when peacefully eating. It was too much, her mind is as if it’s like a deity is constantly pouring water in an glass that’s already full.

How can she not worry when the common occurrence is when a deity's parent or parents unexpectedly dies, the powers are transferred to them as soon as possible. Of course, every move they make are being watched by Athena, a request of Zeus as his fear still lingers.

But that's not the case for her. At all. She's the first one to have a case like that. Oh how Asami tried so hard to find what it is, from glaring at objects to talking to snakes. Yet it was no use.

Was Medusa not fond of her? Maybe, maybe she forgot. Or maybe! Maybe Athena prevented her to! Yeah, that sounds right. The story of Medusa and Athena’s punishment are still passed on ‘til this day, every deity is aware of it.

"Don't worry too much, Asami." Iwaizumi's words snapped her out of her thoughts. "Like Father always says, you are just a rare case." He gave his sister a comforting smile. A smile from Iwaizume comforted her, even though his smile looks really weird sometimes, he tries.

"Now child, chin up. Let's get going, your friends are waiting for you." Poseidon said with pride laced all over his voice. Asami nodded and gave a short smile, just to let them know she’s fine.

The three exited Asami's chambers and made their way to the courtyard, where the ceremony will take place.

Heavy.

Every step she took became heavier and heavier. Like a brick had been put secretly on her shoes. The discomfort in her heart makes it worse, it feels like she’s voluntary walking towards her death. She used to wander around these halls so free of worries, enjoying every scenery put before her eyes.

So why? Why is this happening now?

”Asami.”

Asami felt like Mount Olympus is disappearing from her grasp, darkness slowly consuming her vision. Like a black hole miraculously popped up, swallowing her body.

“Asami.”

Her companions were talking but she can't hear anything but ringing in her ears. Her thoughts were so loud, she wants to escape but the black hole was preventing her to. Asami was stuck in her own mind.

It hurts.

“Asami!”

It hurts!

"Asami, hey!"

A voice called out to her.

A voice as clear as the skies, a voice she'll always recognize.

The voice she treats as her stars, because through the darkness, it will always be there to give her light.

Her vision leisurely went back. Enough to glimpse at Yamaguchi waving happily before making his way towards the her. Yamaguchi bowed to the sea god and his son who were about to enter the courtyard, them only nodding at him in return.

Yamaguchi was about to give Asami a hug when he saw her face that screamed distress. He immediately took a step back, knowing that's enough space she needs. He silently offered his hand for her to hold on, which Asami instantly grabbed on.

It's always like this.

After years of witnessing her panic attacks, Yamaguchi eventually learned how to act when this happens. Even if he also panicked the first time it happened.

He only watch her body shook in fear, watch her breath difficultly. He can only watch. Of course, Yamaguchi wants to do more than watch. He wants to whisper assuring words to her ears, help her breathe comfortably, he wants to help her.

But he also knows this is for the best. He doesn’t want to overstep her boundaries.

Because it’s always like that.

"Good?" He asked after noticing that her breathing went back to normal. A smile finally made it's way on Asami's lips as she looked at her best friend in the eyes. Yamaguchi only smiled in return.

It was always like this.

An unspoken habit of them both once something happens to one another. Smile like nothing happened. It became a comfort for them, assured that it’ll never change. The constant in a world full of changes.

"Are you excited to receive your powers? I'm really excited!" Yamaguchi gave her a quick embrace, his heart relieved that he finally did what he’s dying to do.

"I'm nervous, Tadashi." Asami answered. "But yes, after waiting for years, we'll finally receive the blessing. I can't wait!" She stated with a big smile plastered on her face, making Yamaguchi chuckle. Back to her original self.

The two entered the courtyard after a few minutes of catching up and went to their respective places, Yamaguchi with the Aeolians, placed at the Doric columns, and Asami with the Atlanteans, next to where Zeus' podium stands.

The ceremony started instantly, starting with the children of minor gods and goddesses residing in Hestia's place, Eophertia. Yachi Hitoka was the first one to go, the daughter of Aletheia, the goddess of truth.

Asami watched with anticipation, since Yachi is a good friend of hers. But the anxious feeling never left her, at all, making her tense every second of the event. "You good?" Iwaizume whispered to Asami, feeling the tense the second he looked at her.

She only gave a look of appreciation to Iwaizume, thanking every deity there is for giving her Iwaizume as her step-brother. She really got blessed with the most caring siblings in her immortal life.

Minutes passed, more deities received their blessings and are already privately trying their new profound powers.

Finally, the batch of Aeolians were asked to line up. Asami visibly stiffened, realizing the Atlanteans were next. As Yamaguchi stood in the center, he peeked at Asami, giving a nervous grin. Asami gave him two thumbs up, forgetting her own anxiety for a moment.

"Atlanteans." Flinching when she heard Hera's voice after the wind deities left the center, Asami didn't notice that her mind flew while the blessing took place. She only started walking after Shirofuku Yukie, daughter of Poseidon and Demeter, nudged her.

Whispers erupted as the year's batch of Atlanteans made their way to the center. Asami stood in the center, as she is the daughter of the ruler of Atlantis. Poseidon gave his daughter a tap in the back once everyone settled down.

"Begin." Hera tiredly announced, thankful that this was the second to the last batch. She was already itching to rest, irritated just like every ceremony.

The god of sea raised his trident, starting the blessing by giving a fair share of powers for his people. In the middle of Poseidon mumbling his spell, Hinata Shoyo, the son of Helios and Perse, detected an unusual reaction from the person beside him, Yachi. "What's wrong?" He immediately asked.

Yachi let out a quiet shriek after Hinata spoke. "I.. I'm not sure if what I'm seeing is right." She answered. Since she just got her powers hours ago, she's having second thoughts on what her eyes is showing her. Maybe it's just her imagination? She tend to do that a lot.

"What do you see?" Tsukishima Kei, son of Selene and Endymone, butted in. Curious of what's happening.

Yachi shook her head. "My eyes.." She took a deep breath, contemplating if this was the right thing to do. "..are telling me that Asami's a human."

Hinata's eyes widen after hearing that, even Tsukishima was taken aback. "Are.. are you sure? That can't be possibly true."

"Check again." Tsukishima uttered.

Hearing the three's conversation, Hermes quietly laughed. He internally praised himself for sitting behind the goddess of truth this year. Kunimi Akira, his son, frowned upon hearing this. "Father, this entertains you?" He asked. His hatred for his father grew in just mere seconds.

Hermes looked at his son before whispering to his ear, "I'm the cause. The real goddess lives with the mortals." Kunimi's eyes immediately widened for a second, he's disappointed but deep down, he's not surprised. Only his father can pull shits like this. "That's just what Poseidon deserves after what he did to Medusa."

Kunimi sighed. "Father." The frustrated god called. "You know what will happen when-"

"I know, I know. That's the fun part." Hermes cut him off. Kunimi wants to curse his father out, so tired of bearing his own parent's tricks. "Hey, Yachi. Announce that to everyone." Hermes whispered to the overwhelmed goddess' ears.

Yachi tensed up, slowly looking back at Hermes. "I.. It's true?"

"You can't lie. How can it not be true?" Hermes smirked. Kunimi cringed at this, wanting to be swallowed to the ground right now. "Yachi, the goddess of truth, has an announcement!" Hermes suddenly exclaimed, eyes are already on him.

Everyone was confused, especially Asami. "What is it?" Zeus asked, displeasure everywhere on his face. This is the first time in years the ceremony was interrupted. "It better be important. The ceremony is not to be hecked in."

Everyone turned to Yachi who was already shaking in fear. "Uh.. I.." Yachi stuttered. "My.. my eyes are saying that.. that Asami is not a deity." She closed her eyes, afraid of how everyone will react.

The courtyard was silent. Everyone was taken aback, not sure what to react. "What kind of nonsense is that!" Poseidon yelled. The god stared at Asami, who's tears were about to fall. His eyes softened, what Yachi suddenly announced should not be true.

"Where's Aletheia? We can't just believe a goddess who got her abilities hours ago." Hera rolled her eyes.

"Aletheia went to the human world after giving the blessing for her daughter. She can’t come back immediately." Zeus exhaled. He stood up from his seat, "The ceremony shall end now. The superior gods will discuss this with the goddesses of truth later. For now, go to your respective domains." He ordered.

The deities were quick to follow, only sparing worried and disgusted glances to Asami.

Hanamaki Takahiro, son of Boreas and Oreithyia, was about to fly away but noticed Yamaguchi never moved after the devastating announcement. "Yamaguchi, hey." He called yet Yamaguchi didn't seem to hear him, gazed fixed on Asami.

Matsukawa Issei, son of Notus, tapped his Yamaguchi's back. "Asami's going to be okay." He said, capturing Yamaguchi's attention. "It's still not confirmed. Everything will be fine."

The spaced out god only nodded. Getting ready to fly, "I'm sending gods to the human world to find the real daughter of Medusa if this turns out to be true." The three heard Hera announce which made the wind deities look at her.

"Hera's right. We can't let a goddess wonder in the human world. Especially Medusa's daughter." Zeus stated. "If she doesn't want to return here, kill her." He added.

Aeolia - The Island of the Winds. It is ruled by Aeolus, the divine keeper of the winds. Aeolia is where the four seasonal Anemoi and their family lives. It is located on top of the clouds, above Poseidon's sea.

Aeolians - The people of the Winds. Every Aeolian can fly, the ability is given by their ruler, Aeolus.

Eophortia - Hestia's Residence. It is known to be the Land of Freedom. Home of minor deities. Demi-gods and Semi-gods who've got nowhere to go has been took in by Hestia. Everyone is welcome in Eophortia.

Atlantis - Poseidon's Paradise. Where sea deities, sea-nymphs, merpeople and sea animals live. It is a peaceful place, everyone gets along.

Atlanteans - What people of Atlantis call themselves. Every Atlantean can communicate with sea animals, creating a peaceful environment.

A/N:

Sorry for not updating so soon! School's been a bitch. I'll try to update regularly as much as I can. The reader insert may appear on Chapter 4! Please bear with me.

A lot of characters have been introduced in this chapter, I can't wait to show more of their side in the upcoming chapters. Also, I'm planning to release a little event here soon! It is called 'Exploring Olympus' wherein I'll post pictures of the places I took inspiration in for the places in Mt. Olympus.

I took a lot of time describing how Asami felt before the ceremony. I'm sorry if it's poorly written, but I gave my best! I will be better in the upcoming chapters.

Notes, comments and reviews are very much appreciated! It makes my heart so happy :) If you have any questions or literally anything else, please send an ask! I'd love to answer them.

Thank you for reading!

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babylooneytoonz · 4 years ago

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Warnings: These two just can't stop fighting // them being adorable // poor jokes

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You looked at yourself in the mirror for probably the tenth time. Were you looking trashy ? Not really. You ran your hands through your hair, ruffling them up just the right amount so that they looked bouncy as your fingers moved on to the lipstick. Were you looking just too plain? You groaned at youself for probably the twentieth time, but this time you grabbed the red lipstick. It was a bold choice, red lipstick, a plaid checkered shirt, and a pencil jeans, not to forget your heels, that you never really wore.

"Damn girl, you really look great," Wanda tossed herself against your mattress, her eyes plastered on you. "Lucah will go crazy, I tell you."

"How do you even know this guy again?" You raised your eyebrow, looking at her through your mirror, as you slid your glasses back on and scanned at yourself one last time.

"He was Pietro's bestfriend."

You noticed Wanda zone out, probably lost in some old memories. You knew memories were bitches; so it was better not to scratch them up, so you decided to change the topic.

"Is he hot?"

"Smokin'." Wanda smirked, propping herself up as she walked up to you, "Think a strong , muscular back, veiny arms, the guy can flex, sandy blond hair."

"Jeez, I can really picture Steve right now."

Your words were enough to send Wanda into a snort, followed by a carefree laugh as she shook her head.

"Na, Steve is more, I don't know, decent looking? Lucah, I'd say he's 21st century, Steve likes jazz, Lucah likes R&B. They're like poles apart?"

"Well, I'd love to stay and chat, but since you already texted him three times just to make sure he arrived on time to pick me up, I'm sure the guy is probably waiting for me right now." You grinned, grabbing your purse. As if on cue, Friday's voice rang through your room, informing you that your date had arrived downstairs to pick you up and Wanda's grin just widened.

"I'll see you later, babe, have fun." She winked teasingly and you gave her a last smile before you practically ran out towards the elevator.

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Wanda was right, the guy looked handsome. He was just the right amount of handsome, and you did look good when you sat clinging to him while he rode his motorcycle through town, all the efforts you had put into setting your hair down the drain. He had complimented you, the first thing he saw you, how beautiful you were, and who were you kidding, it had been ages someone had said that, and you were already blushing a scarlet red. When he asked you if you had something planned out for the day for you had already communicated through Wanda that you were planning the date this time, you gave him a tight lipped smile.

Thus, the two of you found yourselves seated at an open air cafe that was directly in front of the entrance of the movie theater, on the opposite side of the road.

So far, the date wasn't going good. Of course, you were sitting there, right across from him, giving him the most bored looks ever. Not that he was bad, maybe you just weren't feeling it, or you had been off the market and under the radar for so long, you had forgotten what made a date a really fabulous date. Also, your eyes found themselves trailing over the cineplex doors, wondering when the afternoon show of the only movie that was playing there today will get over.

"So, Y/N, the Avengers huh? How does it feel to be one of them?" Lucah just said, trying to lighten up the weirdness that was already bubbling up inside of you. On the table, in front of you, your untouched plate of fries, and a cappuccino lay, while he was happily gobbling up the nachos, at a pace much faster than yours.

Your breath left your lips rather loudly, when you finally saw the doors open, and people started to tumble out, discussing the movie and mostly critiquing it.

"Hey, are you listening -"

Your eyes lit up in excitement, when you saw just the people your eyes had been waiting to see, followed by an obvious scowl that crept up on your lips. Bucky had his arm wrapped around her still, and although he didn't appear to be smiling, he wasn't frowning either, so you assumed that he did have a good time, except for when he looked at her with slight irritation when she would bring up her palm, holding two popcorns between her fingers as she tried feeding him.

"Cringy as fuck," you blurted out in a low annoyed voice, and Lucah just looked at you, his frown now obvious as he turned to follow your gaze to look at what you were looking at, or who.

"What?" He asked, confused.

"Life of an Avenger, I meant."

He nodded and sat back, staring down at his hands. He wasn't sure suddenly why he was even here, and hadn't he left already. Although you were pretty, he was sure of that, he didn't really seem to find you interesting and you only seemed like you were distracted, looking around, not even having your fries, that laid abandoned on the table.

Suddenly, Bucky's eyes, like a magnet flew towards you, but you at the right time, you turned your gaze away, fixing it on Lucah and leaned forward, reaching out and placing your palm on his hand that was laying on the table. You threw out the sauciest smiles that you could, parting your lips, your tongue sneaking out and moistening your lower lip. Slowly, you stood up and cleared your throat, you knew that Bucky was watching you now, you could feel his burning gaze on you.

You walked over to where Lucah was seated, round the table; and boy, did he look scared at what you were going to do, and not to mention, totally confused. You didn't understand what got into you, it was like you were suddenly on fire, and you wanted to put on a good show, for Bucky's eyes. You lowered yourself on Lucah's lap, his arm snaking around your waist in reflex. He didn't push you away, he was so startled, and even before he could push you away, you didn't give him the time; you smashed your lips against his, leaning down on him, your nails almost digging into his shoulder, your other hand holding him by his head, your fingers matted into his hair.

Bucky kept watching, from afar. His eyes had darkened two shades, and his face had a look, a look that said, if anyone would even dare mess with him now, he would rip them apart into pieces. He let out a frustrated grunt, and the woman next to him stopped blabbering and looked at him, frowning at his sudden outburst.

"Let's go and eat at that cafe, I'm starving," Bucky grumbled, under his voice, grabbing the woman's hand and walking her towards the open roof cafe, eyeing the table just next to yours.

As Bucky and the woman passed you by, he intentionally cleared his throat so loudly, you had to break your kiss, but the smug smirk on your lips meant that you knew that what you wanted to do had had the desirable effect on him, and that was what made you feel even more better.

"Well, that was nice," You brought your palm up to Lucah's cheeks, your thumb grazing against the stain that your ravaged lipstick had left against his soft, plump ones. You finally stood up again, straightening your dress, and running your hands through your hair until you walked back to your chair, sliding down against it. Your breathing was hitched, your ears felt warm, and your cheeks were heating up.

"I don't get it these days, with people and their cheap, corny as fuck public display of affection." Bucky suddenly began, causing you and Lucah to snap your head towards the table next to you; your eyes narrowed. Bucky just sat there, lounging against the back of the chair, sipping on some soda through the straw, his eyes fixed on the blonde.

"Well, excuse me but are you talking about-" Lucah began to speak in a low voice, but you cut him off, reaching oit for Lucah, until you had taken his hand, your fingers coiled with his.

"You know some people are just so closed off, they would suck at this PDA thing, and knowing they can't do it, they just like to comment on others," you said those words loud enough so Bucky could hear them, and then you grabbed a fry, tossing it into your mouth, sitting back more comfortably. If anyone could see the scene unfurl, it would have been hilarious to watch.

"Maybe we just have more class, and prefer to fool around at more private places."

If you had eyes on your side, you would sure have seen the widest smirk on Bucky's face. But even without taking a look at him, you knew he was smirking.

"Private places? Like what? The back of a theater? Who even does that? What are you? Like 16? Get a room," you snapped.

"Well, you have a room, but do you have a partner to share it with?"

Before you could come back with a reply to what Bucky had just said, your eyes skid to where Lucah was. He had stood up, making a ruckus with his chair, to snap you out of whatever you had going on. He cleared his throat, slammed a few notes for the date on the table, and walked off, his leather jacket dangling from his shoulder. He, however, made his way to the blonde sitting opposite Bucky, who had a clear scowl on her face.

"Maybe you would like to get another table? And we could just leave them alone?"

"Yeah, I'd like that," the woman stood up, clearly giving Bucky the cold shoulder and she unzipped her purse, and pulled out a few dollars, almost throwing them into Bucky's face. He was taken aback, and was ready to say something to her, when you suddenly called out, "Hey blondie, you do realize that metal arm can choke you right? And I'm not talking about choking you in bed. The guy took you to the movies, the least you can do is be a little respectful."

Their heavy footsteps vanished away; and you finally craned your neck towards Barnes, your eyes finally meeting his. He had an amused look playing on his face. It wasn't a smirk, but it wasn't a smile either. It was a mix of them both.

"What?" You mumbled, in a low voice, reaching out and grabbing your fry.

"Mhm, nothing, just wondering why you defended me."

Another fry was awkwardly stuffed into your mouth, followed by a sip of your cappuccino.

"So I could be the one to insult you the next time."

A silence fell on the two of you and now, you averted your eyes. You didn't want to look at him, so now you didn't know what he was doing, or what he was probably thinking. You could hear him aimlessly tapping his palm against the table but the sound suddenly stopped. You heard him stand up, and then he moved to the chair that laid abandoned in front of you, pulling it out and propping himself down against it.

"Well, it's just the two of us now, and that's a lot of fries, you sure you can eat them alone?" Your lips twitched, but you bit on your tongue to control yourself from giving him the widest smile that you could give him, as you saw his hand inching towards your plate. You swatted his hand with yours at the exact time he grabbed a fry, but he was fast, he had already pulled back and pushed the fry into his mouth.

"Don't put your fingers into my fries, I don't even want to think about the places your, uh, fingers have been while back at the movies." You made a gagging face, and Bucky's face turned red for a second, and he just started coughing, and grinning at the same time.

"We were watching Wall-E."

"Are you fucking kidding me? That's-"

"The only place my fingers were was into the bucket of caramel popcorn. Who the hell prefers caramel anyway?"

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"I can't believe it," you smirked; almost widening your eyes in the most dramatic way while Bucky just rolled his eyes and shook his head, looking at you. "You've been fucking around with that one for weeks, and you've not even asked her what her name was?"

"She did tell me her name, I just forget. It was Maggie or Pastry, I don't even remember. Who the hell is even called Pastry?"

"Barnes, my cat's name was Pastry, are you fucking saying it wasn't a good name?"

"For a human, not a cat." He just smirked, leaning forward.

You were sitting on a swing, your heels laying abandoned next to where Bucky sat on a bench, from where he could see you; your feet grazing against the dew on the grass. It was pretty late at night, well not that late, but it was almost dinnertime.

"Who the hell named you Bucky? You don't even have buck teeth."

"Really? Was that supposed to be a joke?" He smirked, leaning forward, his elbows resting against his knees, his hair falling against his eyes.

"Yeah well, you know. Bucky, buck teeth, it rhymes?" Maybe it was the two bottles of beer that the two of you had, but it annoyed you how he was in his complete senses and here you were, making weird cringy jokes that didn't even make sense.

"I thought you hated me."

You stopped swinging abruptly, when you heard him, his words slowly sinking him. Groaning to yourself, you stood up, and walked up to where he was, lowering yourself next him to him, staring at the swing that was still moving lightly.

"You give yourself too much importance, Barnes. Besides, you started this whole thing in the first place."

You couldn't see his expressions now, but you could feel him lost in a deep thinking. At a slow pace, you turned your head to face him and you saw that he was staring at the starry sky, thinking.

"I don't get it. You're a freaking super soldier, you're supposed to be strong, and you're supposed to be pain tolerant, and you whined about me burning your fucking abs for days."

He suddenly snapped his head towards you, whatever he was thinking before this now abandoned. His eyes were narrowed, and his lip almost twitched, in annoyance before he grumbled, "that was my favourite tshirt. And besides, I was sort of having a bad day."

You stood up, turning around so you were now looking down at him, a frown having paved it's way over your forehead and your hands fixed on your hips.

"You fucked with my mind, you made me look like a freaking joke in front of Steve, just because you had a fucking bad day?"

He shook his head, almost grumbling under his breath, wondering why he had let you drink.

"And who do you think you were back at that simulation training?"

"Well that was different- "

"How? Care to explain?"

You couldn't believe it, the nerves on this man. You almost gasped, taking a step away from him, draping your arms over your chest.

"You knew what clearing that certification meant to me."

"Well, doll. Being an Avenger means everyone fends for themselves; it was a fair fight, but you didn't want to play fair, and that's your fault."

While Bucky just deadpanned, his face giving you a look of disapproval, you just curled your lips into a snicker, almost throwing your head backwards, so you could let out a laugh.

"Look who's talking."

"What the hell do you mean by that?" Bucky shrugged.

"How fair would you think messing with someone's weights at the gym is?"

Now it was your turn to smirk, and your smirk even widened when you saw a sudden look of discomfort flash against the man's face, which he quickly masked by pulling on his cold and emotionless expression, "I don't understand."

"Sam told me, you prick. You messed with my weights, you wanted to get back at me. Don't you dare tell me this was all my fault. When I just wanted to fucking make things right."

"Yeah, make things right? I can see how you made things right." His knuckles cracked, and his jaw squared, as he towered over you.

"Well, I would've, if you weren't busy getting into that bitch's pants, whatever her name was."

"Pastry."

"You've gotta be kidding me, who the fuck names a child Pastry?"

Bucky sighed, for probably the tenth time, and ran his fingers through his hair. Women, they always suprised him; and the women he met, they were all different and unique in the most weird ways, like this one standing right in front of him. She was just plain weird, and psychotic. But he couldn't deny, even with her weird psychotic ways, she was slowly growing on him.

"The point is?" He raised a brow.

"Well, the point is, Sergeant, I came to your room, to make this right. But you were so excited to go on this lousy date."

"You really hate that I went on a date with her right? Why don't you go on a real date with me then?"

His palms grabbed your arms, and he pulled you closer, his blues staring into your (Y/E/C).

You swallowed the bile in your throat, and parted your lips. Words wouldn't come out though, it was as though your throat had constricted and you couldn't speak. You were like a ferocious animal cornered, you wanted to bite but you couldn't, so you just gave him a glare, furrowing your brows, and flaring your nostrils just a bit.

"Atleast be a man and kiss me when I know you're dying to do it for a long time, Barnes."

"You've gotta be kidding-"

Bucky couldn't complete his sentence; not when you had smashed your lips against his surprisingly soft ones. He tasted like peppermint, and cinnamon, a taste you could not put a name to, but whatever it was, it was just right.

You finally pulled away, almost gasping for air, and the expression on Bucky's face was just priceless. His jaw slightly hung, and you could see that his lips were parted, confusion reflecting in his expressions. But at the same time, his cheeks had a faint tint of red, and he licked his lips, relishing in the aftermath of the kiss.

You took a step away, and turned around, casually skipping along the grass, until you were down on the swing again, and he just kept staring at you.

You really were the weirdest one he had met.

"Oh, and bdw, I know you checked out my ass that day at the gym. Hope you liked it."

If you could compare Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes face with a tomato, you wouldn't have been able to decide which one was redder.

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NEVER NOT | DECISIONS . . .

❃ PAIRING tom holland x fem!reader

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[ january 05, 2016 . . . ]

Y/N WAS WAITING FOR TOM TO PICK HER UP FROM HER HOUSE. Tom had suddenly texted her to wait for him as he was going to pick her up. Of course, she agreed to him and told him not to be late.

Another week has passed since their real relationship started. They've celebrated Christmas and New Year together in each other's houses during the week. And also with their closest friends which were Erika and Harrison.

They finally opened up about their relationship with each other which made Erika and Harrison open up about theirs's too. Although it was already obvious for Tom and Y/N, they still wanted to hear from them.

When Y/N was lost in her thoughts, Tom's car suddenly arrived which surprised her.

"Tom!" She called out.

Tom happily got out of his car and walked towards Y/N.

"Where the hell are we going? It's like nine in the morning." Y/N complained which made Tom laugh a bit.

"Good morning to you, love." Tom greeted and gave a peck on her cheek.

She rolled her eyes playfully at him before answering back. "Morning, Thomas." She wrapped her arms around him and snuggled.

Tom's arm snaked around her shoulders as they walked towards his car.

"Seriously, where are we going?" Y/N asked Tom as she placed on her seatbelt.

"My house. My mom wanted to bake with you all of a sudden. She also wanted to make lunch for us." Tom said which made her eyes widen.

"How come you didn't tell me it was that? I could've prepared." She said.

"It's okay. I think my mom just prepared already." Tom said and started the engine and drove off.

Y/N sighed in relief and sat comfortably on the seat. She grabbed Tom's free hand and wrapped her fingers to his. Tom plastered a smile on his face while driving going to his house.

It has been a week since he got the news and he still hasn't told Y/N about it. He only told his family and Harrison first during the morning. He just didn't know how to tell Y/N about this.

This is why he planned to tell her today. And hopefully, he would tell her.

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"Y/N!"

Y/N heard that familiar voice that called her and it was Tom's mom.

"Nikki!" Y/N called back as she gave her a big hug.

Tom closed the door in his car and went beside his girlfriend.

"I missed you already, dear," Nikki said to Y/N which made her giggle and Tom rolled his eyes.

"Mum, you just saw her a few days ago," Tom said and his mom just ignores her son's response.

"You know, it's very hard to deal when all my children are boys," Nikki said that made Y/N laugh, and Tom groan. "But, I've gotten used to it eventually," Nikki added.

They continued to talk as they walked inside Tom's house. Y/N basically helped his mom prepare lunch while the boys just played video games.

From time to time, their mom would scold them and ask them to help in preparing or else they would have to do the chores themselves for a whole month.

Nikki would tell Y/N stories about Tom and his childhood and about photography too which inspired Y/N to want to try to go into the field of photography.

"Lunch is served!" Y/N exclaimed that alerted the boys and they ran towards the dining room.

"No running, boys!" Nikki scolded them and just sighed at her sons. "Until now, they still act like little kids," Nikki whispered to Y/N loud enough for them to hear.

All of them gathered together and ate lunch. Tom sat down beside Y/N. Before that, he and his youngest brother, Paddy, argued on who will sit beside her. But of course, Tom won since he would always say that Y/N is his girlfriend.

"How's your father doing, Y/N?" Tom's father, Dom, asked her across the table as they were eating.

"Same as always. He's just staying home right now since it is still the holidays." Y/N answered.

"Tom," Nikki called out her son who looked at her. "Did you...?" She trailed off since she wasn't sure and Tom already knew what she meant. He shook he said as a 'no' and Y/N noticed their conversation. They continued to talk silently that Y/N couldn't really understand what was going on until Ton spoke up.

"Y/N, there is something I need to tell you," Tom said and Y/N just looked at him, waiting for him to say what he wanted to tell her.

"You know that I act, right?" He asked her and she nodded. He has mentioned before to her that he actually acted since he was a kid.

"Well." He paused for a while and looked at his brothers and father who was encouraging him to tell her.

"I auditioned for this role a few months ago before we met and..." He took out the paper that he received a few weeks ago and gave it to Y/N.

Y/N took it opened to read it. As she read through the lines, her eyes suddenly widen.

"You're..." She paused, trying to sink in what she just read. She looked at him and suddenly wrapped her arms around him.

"You're the new Spider-Man!" She exclaimed while hugging him. Tom didn't expect this kind of reaction but he was glad it was. He hugged her back and kissed her head.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" Y/N asked him and pouted.

Damn it. She's so cute. Tom thought in his head before answering her.

"I didn't how to tell you this, honestly. I have to make a decision, Y/N." Tom told her.

He grabbed her hand and suddenly stood up and pulled her with him. He wanted to tell her this privately so he excused himself first and went upstairs with Y/N.

"Does this mean that you're leaving?" Y/N suddenly asked as soon as they went to Tom's room. He looked at her with sad eyes and nodded.

"Come on. Don't be sad, Tom." Y/N said and caressed his cheek. "This has been your dream since you were little," Y/N said.

"But I don't want to leave you, Y/N," Tom said and held her hand that was on his cheek. She just gave him a small smile before saying something.

"I'll be happier when I get to see you on the big screen, Tom," Y/N said which made Tom's chest feel lighter. "I'm so proud of you. You deserve it so much." She pressed her lips to his and Tom responded to it.

"Let's go somewhere," Tom said and held her hand once more.

"But, what about your family?" Y/N asked.

"They'll understand, don't worry," Tom said and led Y/N down.

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"Is this another mysterious place again?" Y/N asked as Tom was covering her eyes. She could feel her feet being covered by something soft and sandy since Tom told her to take off her shoes.

"You'll love it," Tom said. After a few more walks. Tom asked her if she was ready and she nodded. He took his hands off her eyes and smiled.

"Woah," Y/N said as soon as her eyes were uncovered.

They were on a beach where there were fewer people. The sky was so clear that it reflects in the waters of the ocean. The sound of the waves satisfies her ears. Her feet were covered in sand.

"This is where I go when I feel stressed out or just want to relax alone," Tom said and stood beside her.

"You really discover so many beautiful places," Y/N said and wrapped her arms around him while looking at the waves.

Tom spun her around to face him while her arms are still wrapped around him. She gave him a questionable look first.

"I will never forget this beautiful face," Tom said that made Y/N blush.

"You really know how to make me blush," Y/N said and smiled. "And I will never ever forget this handsome face of yours." She said that and pinched his cheek with her other hand. "I still can't believe my boyfriend is the new Spider-Man."

"Me either. I'm so happy about it." Tom said and smiled widely. "I still can't believe that I have to be away from you for God knows how many years."

"I don't mind waiting for you, Tom," Y/N said. "As long as our love never fades, I'll wait for you."

"Man, I am so lucky," Tom said and sighed then smiled. "I have the best family then I just got the role that I've been dreaming to act." He looked at you. "And I have you."

Y/N felt herself blush again and slapped Tom playfully.

"Ow! What was that for?" He asked her and she giggled.

"For always making me blush." She answered and placed her head on his chest.

"I will go to you every day before I leave," Tom said. "I want to cherish these days with you."

Y/N continued to look at the scenery and smiled.

"Me too, Tom. Me too." Y/N said.

"You know what." Tom let go of her to properly face her. "Go here when you miss me the most. Go to this place when you won't be by yourself." Tom told her. He got something from his pocket and revealed it to her.

It was a bracelet with white marbles on it. In the center, there was a sun symbol that was surrounded by white marbles.

"Wear this to remember me." He added and placed the bracelet on her wrist.

She looked at the bracelet and smiled. She felt tears going to fall from her eyes and looked at him. She leaned herself to him and he hugged her.

"I'll always go here, Tom," Y/N whispered, softly.

They stayed there together with Tom's arms around her. He just wished that this could last forever.

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the-goddess-of-mischief-writing · 4 years ago

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Would you believe me if I told you my story {18}

Chapter summary: Albeit your cautiousness towards Pepper you let her take care of you and not until she leaves does she let on she may remember meeting you.

Pairing: Avengers x reader (will change over time)

Rating: Mature

CHAPTER NO/ONESHOT: Chapter 18/?

Word count; 3.379

Warnings; None

Author; @the-goddess-of-mischief-writing

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A/N: Either if you love Pepper or not she’s a bad bitch woman and will certainly have her deserved part in this series.

”Just wait here for a second, I'll go and get them”, Pepper excused herself. You had not gone to the Captains levels and your room there, but instead Pepper's, also what you assumed to be Stark’s. Pepper had said she was more than happy to lend you a set of clothes, although when she said that, you didn’t think she meant her own.

Even if you now knew it was their level, you think you pretty easily could've figured it out. Compared to the design of the Captain's level and you presumed the rest of the team as well, theirs had large open areas with few walls, making you able to see pretty much their whole living room and a bit of a private kitchen. A corridor to the right, similar to the ones on the normal levels, was the way Pepper had walked. You guessed towards their bedroom and what other room they could have.

You weren’t comfortable being here, especially not as Stark could walk trough the elevator behind you at any second, as it was his room, to begin with. You tensed at the thought, making your body more rigid than it already was.

”I got them”, you jumped slightly at the voice, even though it was Peppers, ever so, calm one. She walked towards you, her hands holding a set of neatly folded clothes. ”Sorry to have you wait, it would’ve been much handier if I could’ve set out some for you already. Although I didn’t know you would come”

”No you didn’t, so it was impossible to do”, she nodded to what you said, pressing the button for the right level. The ding came not more than seconds later and you walked in, heading to your level and room. My room, you still felt weird thinking about the space like that, because it didn’t feel like your room. Something just rubbed you wrong with it. But you went to it and as soon as you entered Pepper ushered you to the bathroom, handing you the clothes while saying, I’ll wait for you so don’t worry. But you did worry.

The warm water was soothing for your muscles which felt like stone for how much you had tensed them. The straining feeling in the back of your skull began to slowly disappear and it made it easier to move without hissing out in pain as you wanted to do before. But you didn’t relax. You felt like you couldn’t. Yes, you weren't as tense, but you were still highly alerted. The smallest sound caught your attention even though there wasn't many penetrating the sound of water falling down around you.

You washed, hair and body, scrubbing so hard you thought bones soon would be visible. Although it didn't happen, at least it didn't go further than your fingers beginning to look like raisins. The water had turned colder from when you initially stepped in, now dropping towards lukewarm. You knew you needed to turn it off and step out if it, but what held you back to standing under the trickling water, was your uncertainty. What would you do next? You hadn't planned further than to meet Nick and the team, as well as introducing yourself in whatever goddamn way that would be. Everything happened, perhaps not in the way you wanted or in the right order, but what could you do about it now. There had been so many things which you didn’t know about, you being a part of the official initiative for one. You presumed it made things easier, following how everything went but you… you didn't know really. You shook your head to try getting out of your thoughts, your wet hair not following the movement as it was plastered to your back, tough droplets of water flew all different directions.

Turning off the tap you stepped out, reaching for the towels and began to dry yourself. When your skin only was damp, you reached for the brush Pepper lent you. You tried brushing out your hair hastily, although the knots created by the wetness made it impossible to do that. So you took your time and in the end, it was worth it, as no knots found it ways between your fingers as you skimmed trough it while putting it up into a high bun.

Even though your skin still was damp you put on the clothes Pepper had given you, thankfully they weren't any fancy clothes. Funny enough, she had apologised for them "Not being the most appropriate", which you only shrugged too, asking where else you really would go.

She had given you a college shirt with long sleeves and tightly fitted sweatpants.

”Doesn’t look half bad”, Pepper's voice made you look up when entering the main part of the room. She sat on the couch facing your way. You noticed that she had taken her heels off, them standing at the edge of the couch. "Perhaps they’re a bit too long…”

”I don't exactly have the length of a model”, you hadn't noticed she'd mumbled it more to herself, not until you stated your thoughts.

”I’ll take that as a compliment”, she said as she looked at you, a small grin tugging the side of her lips which. ”But you aren’t that short either”, she pointed out, something you raised your head to, as well as brows.

”Perhaps not”, you crossed your arms as you looked back at her. Without her heels on and your boots thrown in the pile of your other clothes, you heights weren't far from one another.

”The food will be here in just a few minutes”, you raised a questioning eyebrow at her as she stepped into her heels without much difficulty. Not because of the food, that you were rather grateful for her to get, but rather where she would be going. ”I have a few things I need to deal with, work-related”, she waved the vague end of her sentence of, but at least you knew what she would be doing.

You didn't really follow her to the door, but you took a few steps in the general direction of the couch group. Standing behind the back of the couch, which was opposite the one Pepper sat, you leaned against it while lifting one leg to rest on the top of it.

”Ah, at least I know you won’t be starving while I'm gone”, you hadn't let go of her with your gaze, neither would've done it until she closed the door behind her, but now she stopped before doing that. It was open and she gave a smile to the one standing on the other side. You couldn’t see who it was, as the door opened the wrong way. Pepper just looked over her shoulder, smile widening. ”It was nice meeting you and hopefully I’m going to do it again”, you’ve heard that phrase before. You felt your eyes widen as she walked out of the door without any response from you. She said the same thing the first time you met her. You shot up from your place but was frozen after doing it. Was she serious? You didn't know if she said it on purpose or if it was a phrase she usually used, but she had said the same thing twice. No difference between the two times.

As you stood there, in what most would call distress, you noticed that she left the door open, presumably for the one standing there to come in.

You recognised the blonde hair, then his eyes. Blue but not electrical.

”Captain”, you recovered as fast as you could from your previous emotion, closing the thoughts away, although the tension from them lingered. He nodded as a greeting while pushing the door close behind him. It wasn't until then, when he did it with his odd hand, that you noticed he had a tray in his hand. That must be…

”I got the food”, he said. He walked in your direction, although you saw he opted for the other couch. You rounded the one you stood behind, sitting down and crossing your legs, near enough the armrest so you could rest on it. You watched the Captain setting down the tray on the table between you and him, while he did you studied what was on it. Two plates and one glass. On one plate with a sandwich of sorts, the other fruits. Sliced apples, peeled oranges, whole bananas and even strawberries mainly made up the plate. In the glass was a translucent liquid, which you just presumed to be water.

”I’m sorry we didn’t think of this”, the Captain said, gesturing to what stood before you. Watching him, you saw his sheepish look.

”Don’t think about it too much”, you assured him but continued without really knowing why. ”I have gone longer”

”Why?” He sounded surprised as he sat down, leaning forward on his knees.

”Are you going to stay and watch me eat?” you mused towards him but his expression remained the same, not trailing away form his question.

”If you can go days without eating, then yes I’ll stay to make sure you eat”, you clicked your tongue to what he said, narrowing your brows.

”Just because I can go a long time without eating, doesn’t mean I want to”, you said and he seemed to relax, as he leaned backwards.

”Then why?” He asked again. You had leaned forward, taking one of the apple slices and began nibbling on it. You felt his eyes on you the whole time and it felt like they burned holes into you.

”Why? I think you almost can figure out that yourself, hm?” you questioned him back, swallowing the last piece of the fruit you took. You thought he perhaps would’ve answered, but he only cocked one of his brows at you. ”I already told you I didn’t have the most glamours life, that life didn’t really entail food every day, sometimes even longer”, you shrugged it off taking another piece of fruit from the plate.

”How was it?” you glanced up to his voice.

”How was what?”

”Living how you did?” He clarified his question, which made you huff.

”Living wasn't really what I did, I survived”, it was a cut answer and he seemed to understand that as he didn’t continue asking. You didn’t know why, but it felt like you only got asked the same questions. How? Why?

You kept eating the food in small portions. You started to feel the silence defeating as the only thing heard was your own munching. The silence by itself didn’t disturb you, although the attention got you bothered. Leaning in, you took a few more strawberries then earlier, most of them were for you, although when you had leaned back you took one of them, throwing it at the Captain. As he had watched you the whole time, he caught it exceptionally.

”What for?” He asked holding the berry gently between his fingers.

”Because your gaze doesn’t make it any more comfortable for me to eat”, you stated, placing one more greenery from the strawberry on the table. ”So the least you can do is to eat with me”, he grinned at that while looking down at the plates.

”What exactly?” His teasing voice made you look down. The fruit plate, it seemed like, you almost had devoured, only a few bits left, although the sandwich was left untouched.

”If the Captain isn’t too picky, there’s a sandwich laying right there”, you pointed at said food.

”I’m not the one which should be eating it”, he said stubbornly and you rolled your eyes to it.

”Just take it. If I haven’t touched it yet, I’m most defiantly not going to do it either”, you acknowledged reaching for the glass. Grasping it you leaned back, sipping the water while watching him, his gaze met your own until he caved.

”Fine…”, he muttered. The Captain, reached forward, taking one part of the sandwich which was cut in half. You chuckled at his antics as he began eating the sandwich, although it wasn't so much of eating as it was gone in less time than you thought.

”If I knew you were that hungry, I would’ve let you have the sandwich earlier”, you said eyes wider then normal. He chuckled to what you said, shrugging slightly.

”What can I say? If you haven’t eaten anything that is what happens”, you tried to straighten your back to see over his shoulder to what the time was, worrying for how long he hadn't eaten for. ”It’s only 10 AM, I’ll live”, he continued with, which made you sigh out in some form of relief.

The silence had become more comfortable as you keep sipping the water, although you felt that he didn’t really want to be this quiet.

”Captain”, his title caught his attention as he had been looking around the room. ”I know there’s something you want to ask, so do it”, you instructed him.

”How do I know you’ll answer?” He had crossed his arms and it made a smirk spread on your lips.

”You know I’ll answer, but not if what I say is true”, you began with, his brow cocking, which you ignored as you continued. ”However I assure you I will”, he didn’t say anything immediately, instead he seemed try the words in his mind before saying them out loud.

”I know you don’t know the name”, you leaned forward in your seat, even tough your crossed legs didn’t allow you to do it much further. ”But James, he’s an old friend of mine and I’ll hope you maybe want to meet him someday?”, his voice was gentle as he said it, you couldn’t help to feel compassion for him. From this little only, you could tell that his friend meant a lot to him.

”Perhaps I will”, you nodded mindlessly as you went to put the glass back.

”I guess you don’t have anything planned for the rest of the day”, his question caught your attention, if not also amusement.

”No how could I?” He rolled his eyes while standing up, you follow the movement shortly after.

”Well if you don’t have any restrains, we can go to the gym later”, he didn’t direct it as a question, which you reacted to.

”Shouldn't you ask if I want to, Captain?”

”I guess you already feel cooped in this room and Fury said you needed to get your training going again, so no”, you still scowled at the thought, him being your caretaker. You will never stop questioning Nick about that. However, the Captains suggestion didn’t sound totally awful and he was right, this room already felt more imprisoning then the interrogation room, where you’d been in literal cuffs

”A bit of fresh air never suits anybody wrong”, you stated before continuing, "Nevertheless it seems like you forget something”, you pointed it out.

”Don’t worry about clothes or such for time being, I’ll fix it”, he said before continuing, informing when you would meet, which would be just a few hours from now. He gave you directions of how to come to the gym, which you tried memorising, before he nodded goodbye and went out the door.

You didn't do much while waiting for the time to go, mainly because the room didn’t offer much to do. You walked around in the silence, mapping out the room as if you already hadn’t done that. But time went, quicker then you thought. It was while you sat in the couch fiddling with the edge of the blanket which you grasped how soon you would meet the Captain.

”Miss?” A female voice sounded throughout the room and swiftly you surveyed the room, noticing no one was in here.

”Yes”, you said it with a steady voice, however no less cautious because of that.

”I’m F.R.I.D.A.Y, Mr Stark’s Artificial Intelligence”, once… she… said it a thought hit, the voice sounded familiar to Vision’s. ”Mr Rogers wanted me to remind you that the fitness centre is located in the west wing of level 86”, as she said this you checked the time, noticing that it was merely ten minutes until said time when you would meet him.

You didn’t know how to answer the A.I, so you settled with a ’thanks’. You headed for the door, twisting it open as no-one had locked it since the Captain left.

Taking a left you ventured down the hallway towards the elevator, which didn’t take more than a few seconds to arrive. Nobody was inside it so you stepped in, eyeing the buttons on the side. 86th floor, six levels above Pepper and Stark’s, two below the Captains. Once finding the button, between the floors which you remembered the numbers of and who they belonged to, you pressed it. The elevator moved silently downwards and it didn’t take long before it dinged open.

When you stepped out of the elevator you were met with the familiar lounge area which seemed to greet one on most levels. However, this room wasn’t as high in the roof. Looking around you saw a staircase on the right, leading up to a second floor and probably what made the roof lower. What surprised you the most, however, was that it wasn’t a long corridor leading towards the left, which would be towards the west wing. Instead, you walked towards the only door opening.

”Holy…”, as said, you didn’t think this would be the layout of the level from the description, so walking into a training area almost as large as a sports centre, was both surprising and impressing. Standing on the threshold, you knew what you saw must be a segment of it, still it didn't count as small. To the right of you, following the wall, benches were put out. They only followed the curve of the wall until doors made them stop, which you clearly could see and read was two different changing rooms. Further down, covering the full short side of the room, was a machine park. Training equipment which you had both seen and not, made up the sea of machines. You thought you hinted the tiniest bit of your own reflection, making you assume there was a mirror covering that wall.

”Had the same reaction the first time I saw it”, you had noticed his light steps before his voice reached you, but that was what made you turn to him. Looking the way his voice came from, one of the first things you noticed was the multiple punching bags and corresponding things behind him as he walked towards you.

”It’s a valid reaction”, you said and he nodded.

”Yes it is”, his confirmation came. You began taking a few steps forward, not towards him, nevertheless it made his way reaching shorter. Taking another step, you set your foot on something softer than the floor, although harder than the material of a carpet. Looking down you saw the red material which differed from the otherwise black coloured floor.

”Sparring mat”

”I could’ve guessed”, you answered, looking up to see that he now had come to a stop beside you.

”You could’ve, but maybe it wouldn’t have been right”, his comeback made you feel the smirk forming on your lips.

”Maybe it would’ve been”, he smiled but didn’t continue on what you said, instead handing you a uniform. It was similar to the one you remembered agent Hill had worn. Sleek in a grey-black colour, with a small S.H.I.E.L.D emblem embroidered on the chest.

”Go put this on, then you can begin”, he nodded towards the changing rooms.

”What, don’t you think my attire is good enough?” you gesticulated towards what you had on. Not the sweats you had been lent, instead the same black clothes you had earlier, now freshly washed as Pepper somehow managed to do that, while also stopping by to drop them off. The Captain only shook his head, although not missing the sarcasm in your voice as he said.

”It's good, although such fancy clothing you wouldn’t want to be destroyed, so I suggest changing”, chuckling you took the clothes stretched towards you.

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