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Who's That Girl AU
cw: modern au, sexual harassment mention
roommate!marauders x fem!reader ⥠1.1k words
Itâs not unusual for Remus to hear Siriusâ voice before Sirius even enters the flat. Now, yours has only joined it.Â
âI was only trying to be nice,â you say as the door opens.Â
Sirius ushers you through first, each of you carrying paper bags in both hands. âWe canât have every bloke in London showing up at our flat because you want to be nice.âÂ
âItâs not that I want to, I just feel like itâs normal!âÂ
James throws Remus a look, pausing the film theyâve only just begun in favor of live entertainment. âBickering already?â he asks. âI know itâs bound to happen between flatmates, but Sirius, mate, sheâs only been here two days.âÂ
âItâs not my fault.â Sirius discards your bags by the end of the couch, flopping down. âThis home can only harbor one whore at a time. Itâs flat policy!âÂ
âWhen did we make that policy?â James asks Remus.Â
Remus shrugs.Â
âWell, thatâs sexist,â you say.Â
âHow?â Sirius challenges.Â
âIâŠIâm not sure.â You set down your bags next to where Sirius did. âBut it is, somehow. Iâll figure it out.â
Finally, Remusâ curiosity wins out over his determination not to encourage Sirius. With great reluctance, he asks, âWhat happened?â Â
Sirius waves to you. âThis one tried bringing two different men home. Two!âÂ
James looks to you with wide eyes, Remus to Sirius with narrowed ones.Â
âThatâs not fair,â you say, arms crossing as you sit at the end of the couch. âAll I wanted was to get shampoo.âÂ
âThen please.â Sirius gestures with a flourish. âDemonstrate for us all how it played out.âÂ
You roll your eyes. âSeriously?âÂ
At this, Sirius cracks a smile. Remus groans.Â
âThatâs me, babe,â Sirius says smugly.Â
Your brow furrows for a second before you realize what youâve done. Your eyes roll again. âWhatever, fine. So, we were leaving BootsââÂ
âNo. Start from the tube.âÂ
Your mouth twists as though youâve tasted something bad. âThat oneâs embarrassing.âÂ
âThen maybe youâll learn from it.âÂ
âOi.â Remus gives Sirius a firm nudge. He says to you, âYou donât have to tell us anything you donât want to.âÂ
You really do look embarrassed, but you soften some at Remusâ tone. Take a breath. âNo, itâs fine. So we were on the trainââÂ
âThe tube,â Sirius cuts in.Â
âDo you want to tell it?â you nearly snap.Â
James snickers into his palm. Sirius holds up both hands in a gesture of surrender, nodding for you to continue.Â
âWe were on the tube, and I look up to see this guy staring at me. He smiled and said he liked my hair.âÂ
âAnd you smiled back at him,â Sirius supplies. âThatâs important.âÂ
âFine, sure.â You pull your legs in, folding your arms over them. âI smiled back at him, and I said thank you, right? Because he gave me a compliment.âÂ
James hisses through his teeth. âNothing,â he says when you look at him. âKeep going.âÂ
Youâre beginning to look wary. âAnyway, then the guy started talking to me, asking where I was from and how I liked London and stuff, and somehow it escalated into him telling meâŠbasically saying what heâd like to do to me.â Your mouth gets that distasteful twist again. âIt was pretty vulgar.âÂ
âAw, babe.â Jamesâ expression is pained. âIâm sorry.âÂ
âWouldnât have happened if you didnât encourage him,â Sirius tsks.Â
Remus thwacks him on the arm. âLet her talk.âÂ
âYeah,â James chimes in, âand where were you during all this? A gentleman would have stepped in.âÂ
âI did step in!â Sirius defends himself. âI got us the hell off the tube before that wanker could start publicly assaulting her.âÂ
âI do appreciate that,â you say weakly.Â
âThank you. If it werenât for me, sheâoi!â James crawls over Remus to begin wrestling Sirius, both of them laughing while trying to appear angry.Â
You press your lips together, clearly trying to suppress a smile. Remus wants to warn you not to encourage them, but by the glitter of mirth in your eyes it might be a wasted effort.Â
âAlright,â James says once he has Sirius trapped with Jamesâ hand covering his mouth, âgo on, lovely. You said there were two incidents. You can tell the second one without interruptions.âÂ
âThanks,â you say, grinning. âSo the second thing was that as we were leaving Boots, after getting all my stuff, this guy held the door open for us. I said thank you and we left, but then when we were about to get back on the tube the same guy came up to us. He asked for my number and seemed confused when I said no, because I guess he thought we had a connection or something?âÂ
Sirius is struggling against James, whoâs fighting to keep a straight face as he keeps the other boy pinned down. Remus feels earnestly bad for you. Itâs clear youâre confused about where these interactions went wrong.Â
âDid you smile at him, also?â Remus asks.Â
You think for a moment. âI guess I probably did.âÂ
âOh.â James sounds pitying. âWhy would youâeugh!â He lets go of Sirius quickly. âDid you just lick my hand?âÂ
Sirius shoves him off, fixing his hair. âDonât fucking muzzle me, you brute.âÂ
âNasty prat.â James wipes his palm on his shirtfront.
âLove, why do you keep smiling at people?â Remus asks.
âExactly!â Sirius throws up his hands. âThat is the question of the day.âÂ
âI donât know.â You frown, defensive. âBecause Iâm pleasant?âÂ
âAwe.â James slings an arm around your shoulders, using the other to pat your cheek. You look as though youâd rather not be touched with the hand recently infected by Siriusâ spit, but youâre too nice to say so. âYouâre just an innocent little country mouse, arenât you? You canât smile at people here like that, babe.âÂ
Your frown softens confusedly. âWhy not?âÂ
âBecause when you do, people think youâre trying to be extra friendly with them. Like youâre singling them out or something.âÂ
âSeriously?âÂ
Remus pins Sirius with a glare just as he opens his mouth.Â
âSo, no smiling at anyone?â you go on.
âNo chatting either,â Sirius tells you sternly.Â
âThere are exceptions,â says Remus, âbut generally people tend to prefer going about their own business. Starting conversations with strangers on the tube or at Boots isnât reallyâŠdone.âÂ
You look perturbed by this news. James laughs, giving your cheek another fond pat.Â
âDonât worry, youâll be alright,â he assures you. âYouâll figure it out in time. For now, just donât give anyone the flat number, okay? Donât need any unexpected visitors.âÂ
âThatâs right.â Sirius nods firmly. âThereâs already one whore in this flat. Those are the rules.âÂ
âNot a whore,â you remind him.Â
âWhere are these rules?â James wants to know. âI need to make sure there are no others I need to know about.â
#marauders new girl au#roommate!marauders#platonic marauders#marauders au#platonic!marauders#platonic!marauders x reader#platonic!marauders x y/n#marauders fanfiction#marauders#marauders fandom#the marauders#hp marauders#marauders x reader#marauders fanfic#marauders fic#james potter#sirius black#remus lupin#remus lupin x reader#remus lupin x you#remus lupin x y/n#dead gay wizards from the 70s
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writing a mini fic about this
My name is George Ryan Ross III but my kick ass band just calls me Ryan. And Iâm 18 years oldâ I live in Las Vegas, Nevada. (Thats where I started the band). We liked to call ourselves, Pet Salamander, then for a little bit we were Summerleague Rock. But after this dreamy older boy BRENDON joined the band? We totally had to switch up, and call ourselves something proper. So nowadays, weâre Panic! At the Disco. After The Smiths song (A/N: If you donât know who that is get OUTTTT!!!!)
I woke up in a big t shirt and immediately started playing some âThird Blind Eyeâ (A/N: if you donât know THEM⊠GET OUT!!!!) as my mom yelled âTURN THAT GARBAGE DOWN AND GET DOWN HERE!!!â I put my middle finger up at her and kicked my speaker. Threw my hair into a messy bun, and walked down the stairs. When i got into the living room i almost came on the spot when i saw⊠PETE WENTZ? OF FALL OUT BOY?
âHey son⊠Its me. Pete. You belong to me nowâŠâ I gasp in shock, âMom you sold me?! How could you!? Your son!!â My mom yawned and rolled her eyes, âDo you think I can be jobless and afford a three story house with two pools and a hot tub without human trafficking? Besides, your son number 7 at this rate. Been there, done that. Bleh. Go with this gorgeously handsome man this instant!â I just couldnât believe itâ Not only did I have 6 other siblings I didnât know about but even more shocking was that Pete Wentz wanted me! A mere bad bitch with a bobâŠ
To be continuedâŠ? (No. The author is going to take a stroke on a crashing aeroplane, fall into the Indian ocean, hike all the way to Mumbai and get kidnapped by drug smugglers who are trying to cross the border to China. Later to escape sheâll agree to marry a Belgian cult leader online who will fly her to the middle of Brussels where she will live in a confine with him and his 13 sister wives who are also his daughters before she escapes by killing him, gets arrested for that and the Grand Theft Auto she committed when she steals an SUV whilst trying to cross the border, spend 14 years in prison before getting deported back to the UK where sheâll finally get checked for that stroke she had because truthfully she shouldnât have survived that. The doctors deem her hospital bound and while she has the time sheâll re-log into Ao3, find this, get embarrassed, delete it and then find 15 years later that fan fic has grown a cult following so sheâs forced to re-write but instead of following this story sheâll just write porn without plot smut about Ryan and Pete.)
ryan ross is like a y/n who got sold to pete wentz if you think about it
#ryan ross#pete wentz#fall out boy#panic! at the disco#panic at the disco#emo#2000s emo#bandom#i had much more fun writing the explaination for why shes been gone#because you know ao3 authors have the most insane lives
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Invincible!Mark x reader imagine
dating a civilian
The meeting had been dragging on for too long, and Mark was already exhausted. Missions, responsibilities, the weight of being Invincibleâit was all piling up. But when Eve made her comment, all of that faded into the background.
"Mark, I just donât get it," Eve said, crossing her arms. "Youâre risking too much by being with a civilian. You know that, right? She canât keep up with you. She canât fight. Sheâs vulnerable."
Markâs jaw clenched. He slowly turned to face her, his usual easygoing expression hardening into something unreadable.
"You think I donât know that?" His voice was quieter than usual, but firm. The room went still.
Eve hesitated. "I just mean⊠You live in different worlds. What happens if she gets hurt because of you? Or worse? You should be with someone who understands what it means to be a hero."
Mark let out a sharp breath, his fists clenching at his sides. "You donât get to decide that for me, Eve. I love her. And yeah, she doesnât have powers, but that doesnât mean sheâs weak. Sheâs stronger than you think."
"Markâ"
"No," he cut her off. "She takes care of me. After every fight, every mission, every time I come home half-dead, sheâs the one who patches me up. Sheâs the one who holds me when I feel like Iâm falling apart. She makes me want to be better, not just as Invincible, but as a person. And you think sheâs not enough just because she doesnât have powers? Thatâs bullshit."
Eve frowned, clearly taken aback by the force behind his words. "I just⊠I worry about you."
"Then trust me to make my own choices," Mark said, his voice softer but no less determined. "I know what Iâm doing. And Iâm not going to let anyone make me doubt that."
The room was silent. No one else dared to speak. Mark exhaled slowly, shaking his head before turning away, ready to leave. "Iâm done here."
When he got home that night, he didnât say anything at firstâhe just wrapped his arms around you, holding you close, breathing you in. You could feel the tension in his body, the weight of the conversation still lingering on his shoulders.
"Mark? Whatâs wrong?"
He buried his face in your neck, his voice a little rough. "Nothing. Just⊠I love you."
You smiled softly, running your fingers through his hair. "I love you too. Always."
He pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, his gaze full of determination and something fiercerâsomething protective. "No one gets to tell me that I shouldnât be with you. No one."
And you knew, without a doubt, that he meant every word.
#invincible comic#invincible season 3#mark x reader#mark grayson invincible#invincible fanfic#mark grayson x reader#invincible smut#invincible x reader#invincible#invincible x you
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a man called joel (part 1)
âȘ a "a man called otto" inspired fic â jackson!joel miller x f!reader
series masterlist | AO3 summary: joel has lost everyone he held dear: sarah, tess, ellie. he's truly had enough of this life, given up to the point where he's decided to end his own suffering. that is until you move in next door and slowly worm your way into his life... author's note: where do i even start... this mini-series is gonna be angsty, guys. please heed the tags/warnings below as we are diving into the mentality of a man who's done with life. if this is triggering for you, please don't read and take care of yourself. if you like what you read, please consider interacting with this post! love you all <3 tags/warnings: 18+, mdni. your daily dose of angst as prescribed by the doctors. topics of death/murder and losing a child. suicide attempt. dual pov. reader is female, has hair. no use of y/n. joel is in his late fifties and reader in her 40s. wordcount: ~4.4k. divider by @\saradika-graphics
Joel thought he knew loneliness.
After losing Sarah, he defeatedly greeted it.
When Tommy disappeared from Boston, he reluctantly welcomed it.
With the loss of Tess, he wholly surrendered to it.
And when Ellie turned away from him, it completely wrecked him.
It didnât matter how many times Tommy reassured him that everything was going to be okay. That Ellie would only need time to understand, time to accept.
But time was a weird thing. It stretched like an elastic band, dragging out for what seemed to be an eternity, only to snap back to its original resting position. It was like all the time had passed and none had at once.
Time wasnât going to fix this. Time wasnât going to bring back everyone heâd lost. All the reasons that kept him bound to this earthly plane.
While he still had Tommy, Maria and his nephew⊠it was a cruel reminder of the life he once had. One that seemed too far awayâa previous lifetime. One that, for a split second, Joel thought could have again with Ellie, mend the mistakes of his past, have another chance at parenthood.
And then as soon as it came, it was gone.
The gaping hole in his chest had only gotten bigger, grown like a tumour that was only spreading to the confines of his mind. Solitude was a cancer, one that had stolen all joy away from living. It swallowed him whole, chewed him. It grinded on his bones, eroding them away, until his bare carcass was nothing more than a reminder of who he once was. Who he once had.
Sat on the bench of his lonely, frozen porch, Joel returned his attention to the yellowing pages of the book Maria had lent him.
âAlone, abandoned by his premonitions, fleeing the chill that was to accompany him until death, he sought a last refuge in Macondo in the warmth of his oldest memories.â
One Hundred Years of Solitude felt fitting. Like a silent joke thrown haphazardly his way. Joel wondered if the choice had been intentional, if his unconscious mind had seen the title and thought, âsounds âbout right.â
He often found himself seeking that same warmth in his memories of the past, just like Colonel BuendĂa. Only now they turned cold, hazy with mixed emotions, painful. They didnât bring him joy anymore, a reminder of his failures as a father.
Twice, to add insult to injury.
Pouting, he looked up, just in time to see Tommy walking besides a woman heâd not seen before.
âItâs not much, Iâm afraid, but itâs yours,â his brother said nonchalant, pointing to a house in blatant disrepair.
You looked⊠torn. Devastated. As if lifeâs weight was too big to bear. Too heavy to withstand. The tired frown pinching your brows emphasized your ethereal features, puffs of cold air clouding in front of your mouth.
You replied something he quite didnât catch, watching from a distance.
Always from a distance, like the outsider he was, even after all these years. Joel felt like he didnât belong, despite Tommyâs efforts. His brother had his own family to tend to, his own worries. His own dreams.
His? His were gone, buried with the love he didnât know he had, didnât know how to deal with.
There was really no point in this anymore. A nuance, that was what he had become. A reminder to his brother of their dark past, their dark actionsâones the younger Miller wanted to move on from. Ones the older one gripped too tight to his chest.
His inner light was slowly dwindling, dying out. And he had no more strength to keep it alive. No purpose either.
Heâd end it tonight. Wouldnât postpone it any longer.
âThatâs my brother, Joel. He lives across the street, can help you with anything you need,â Tommy offered, waving a gloved hand at him.
Joel lifted his gaze off the book again, his heavy sight falling on your exhausted face.
A brief, fleeting smile curled your lipsâso fast he thought heâd imagined it. A ray of sunshine in a downcast day. A torchlight in the darkest of nights. A tiny crack on the ceiling of a pitch black cave.
How weird.
âHi, Joel,â you muttered, half shy, half wary, from behind the bulky scarf around your neck, a sheathed hand bashfully waving at him too.
He hmphed in reply, the words hitching in the back of his throat. You looked as out of place as he felt, and perhaps that was what drew his attention.
The way you held back, half hiding behind Tommyâs back, trying to make yourself as small as possible. As if your trust was first to be earned, not to be given out freely. The way your wavering smile crumbled off your lips when he didnât return it.
Joel felt like a dickhead. But composing a smile was a herculean taskâit drained him. It even hurt; the corners of his chapped, cold-bitten lips too tense to undo the flat line his mouth had fallen into for the past couple of years. Smiling felt like a mask toppling, cracks fragmenting his weathered skin. There was a time when it was easy, how a smirk would curve his lips, especially when he saw Sarah in the little things Ellie did.
But that was no more. Not when Ellie wouldnât even look at him, talk to him nor acknowledge his presence in the same room. Not when he would see his brother looking at his son with adoration. His broken heart was slowly rotting away, festering, spreading to his other organsâdecay taking over.
âJoel?â Tommy almost snarled at him, bringing him back to earth.
âHm?â
âMove your ass over here right now. Introduce yourself properly!â his little brother scolded him, teeth gritting, and Joel couldnât help but roll his eyes.
With a heavy sigh and cracking knees, Joel stood up, book tucked under his elbow as he came down the few steps of his porch. The white blanket covering the street was mostly undisturbed except for the few footprints Tommy and you had left behind. He liked the quietness of this road.
âSorry,â he grumbled, extending his hand towards you. âJoel Miller.â
You looked up at him through your lush eyelashes, peeking through the thick wool of your scarf, and blinked.
âOh. Nice to meet you, Joel,â you husked, offering him your name. He repeated it under his breath, testing how it rolled off his tongue.
Your gloved hand squeezed his gently, a soft, ephemeral caress that was gone before he could register it.
âJoel and I were construction workers prior to the outbreak. If you need help, bet Joel will be more than willing to lend a hand, right, brother?â Tommy palmed his shoulder in jest, an easy smile on his face.
âOh, did you? Those are some helpful skills. I used to run the flower shop within my familyâs garden center. Donât think that will help much around here,â you joked, a low chuckle bubbling up your throat, softening your tired expression.
âAll skills are useful,â Joel chipped in, talking before thinking. âCould do with bringing more life to the streets of Jackson during spring. âS depressing enough.â
Perhaps it was just how the light reflected off the snow, a myriad of sparkles dancing around in the air under the sunlight, but your eyes came alive, glistening under the bright rays.
âOh, yeah. Iâd love to help with that. We could start a seed bank, so we can plan ahead, decide what we want to grow,â you daydreamed out loud.
âSounds great to me. Will speak to Maria, see if she likes the idea,â Tommy cheerfully added, walking towards the front porch of your new, dilapidated property. âCome, Iâll show you around.â
Joel grunted in goodbye, retracing the steps back to the bench while you and Tommy disappeared through the front door of the property opposite his.
Untucking the book, he searched for the dog-eared page and resumed his reading.
â[âŠ] Colonel Aureliano BuendĂa scratched for many hours trying to break the hard shell of his solitude.â
Joel lost himself in the world Gabriel GarcĂa MĂĄrquez had created. A world that profoundly resonated with him, with his experiences. Just like the BuendĂa family, he too felt doomed to spending the rest of his life in solitude. Heâd already done it for the last twenty odd years, and it had been exhausting.
But soon he could finally rest.
âGotta be nicer to newcomers, brother,â Tommy interrupted, startling Joel, walking up to him. âWe have to make them feel part of the Jackson family. So Iâd appreciate it if you were a bit more⊠donât know, open to talk? Otherwise, youâre gonna scare them away.â
âMhm. Yeah. âM trying, little brother,â Joel closed the book again, slightly frustrated with being interrupted.
Tommy sat down besides him, arms hugging the back of the bench. âWouldnât kill you if you made friends here, yâknow? Open up a bit so youâre not so alone. Howâs therapy going?â
Therapy wasnât helping. At all. Seeing his mistakes in a different light had only made everything worse for him. Joel felt more broken than before he started going to these mandatory sessions Maria had ordered so âhe would not be a danger to himselfâ â her words, not his.
ââS going,â was his succinct answer.
Tommy huffed and puffed, rolling his eyes and smacking his knees before getting up.
âYouâre like a goddamn brick wall, Joel. One of these days youâre gonna have to open up or everything youâre holding too close to your chest will kill ya,â Tommy shook his head, putting on the hoodie of his winter jacket. âSee you tonight at dinner. Be there at seven sharp, you know Maria hates it when youâre late.â
âHmm. Sure. See ya,â Joel husked, watching his brother merge with the white veil falling from the sky.
Joel wanted to say something else; express his love, perhaps. But couldnât, the words just got stuck to the back of his throat and wouldnât come out. What a shitty farewell that was, considering it was the last time he would see Tommy. That Tommy would see him alive.
Heâd hoped his little brother would forgive him. For everything.
In the raw solitude of his home, Joel got off the chair he was standing on, testing the tension of the raffia rope one last time. The hook heâd drilled to the ceiling seemed strong enough to hold his weightâat least for long enough.
He stared at it for an eternity. Not with doubtâheâd made up his mindâbut with memories swarming his mind. The noose swayed gently in the air above his head, almost as if it was speaking to him, telling him to get it over with.
Joel was done. He felt like an empty carcass moved solely by muscle memory. Get up early, go on patrol, have some breakfast in the community hall. Heâd find himself, more often than not, searching the room for Ellie. Not because he thought he could mend the mistakes that made them drift apart, but because he needed the reassurance that she was okay. Okay without him. Okay with the life she was livingâthe one heâd selfishly chosen for her.
It pained him. His heart would go rampant in his chest, only to quiet down to a wheezing murmur whenever Ellie would look his way with disdain. With a hate he could no longer bear. A hate, he first thought, he could embrace and live with.
And despite the outcome, he would not have made a different choice that day at the hospital. Because he would rather have her as a stranger in his life than surviving a world where he lost another child.
It wasnât time that did it. He still abode by those wordsâwould do to his dying breath, on his dying bed. Ellie had healed a wound that had been festering and bleeding for far too long, stitched it up with fragile sutures. An open wound he thought would remain with him for as long as he lived. An open wound that now was cracking again, seeping into his heart and poisoning his blood, his exhausted mind.
Like a disease it was consuming him, to the point Joel had convinced himself he wasnât needed anymore. His jobâwhatever that had beenâwas done. Ellie was safe, her secret buried with the corpses heâd left behind in the Fireflyâs medical compound. She wouldnât miss him; he was as sure as the sun would rise tomorrow.
Ellie was better off without him. Without the constant reminder his presence would bring her.
He was dispensable now, his purpose fulfilled. Joel was adamant that the few people close to himâpeople he could count on one hand and would still have fingers to spareâwould not suffer with his prompt, albeit thought-out, departure. This venomous thinking had him believe that, in any case, he would be doing them a favour. Who wanted to be around an old grumpy man that would darken the mood of a room with his mere presence?
Tommy would understand, he told himself countless of times. His brother was a happy family man, with a toddler and a loving woman by his side. The last thing he needed was to worry about the bastard who wrecked his own moral compass in the name of survival.
His brother would grieve him, sure, but he would eventually be glad to be rid of the dead weight of him. Tommy had a family to take care of, one Joel didnât see himself a part of anymore. How the younger Miller had been able to turn his life around and find joy in this godforsaken planet was beyond Joelâs understanding.
Joel was happy for Tommy, he really was. But witnessing his brotherâs joy while he spiralled down into his own personal hell was eating away at his corroded mind. Eating him alive.
Selfish bastard. He deserved what he gotâor, rather, what he didnât get. Only a monster would envy his own brotherâs bliss. Only a lunatic would crave a fleeting memory like a thirsty man chasing after a mirage. Only a fool would seek unwarranted forgiveness.
And Joel Miller was no fool. He hadnât asked for Ellieâs absolution not because he was proud, but because he knew himself unworthy of it. Kissed by Death herself, everything he touched surely died, like a corrupt Midas cradling his gold. Heâd learnt the hard way nowâwouldnât make the same mistake again.
Joel blinked, blurry vision slightly clearing as his eyes focused on the noose again.
This was the right choice. And it had been easier to make than what he expected. Once the idea of ending his own life wormed its way through his brain and took deep root, Joel even found it comforting. Knowing that he could finally restâbecome one with the stardust bathing this decaying universeâwas strangely soothing.
There was nothing nor no one left in this worldly plane for him. Joel had nothing else to give, nothing else to live for besides for himself. And that was not a good enough reason to keep him bound to the ground.
He was done. Tired and done.
Joel took one last look around, his misty eyes falling on the dresser by the window.
A picture of baby Sarah smiled back at him, her chubby hands raised in the air, searching for him while he crouched down in front of her. His own arms reaching out to grab her as Sarah took her first steps. Her curly hair framed her sweet little face, her orbs sparkling in the dim light of their Austin home. He could remember that exact moment in time as if it was yesterday.
A picture of Ellie and himself when they settled back in Jackson after the hospital fiasco. It was a candid photo where neither of them was aware of it being taken, one of the first times he attempted to show Ellie how to play guitar. Joel had an amused look in his eyes, while Ellie was visibly pouting, arms folded in frustration.
He shuffled the pictures, thumbs gently stroking the frames, and positioned them right in front of where heâd hang himself. Their faces the last thing he would seeâfitting yet soul-crushing.
With a resolution heâd not felt in years, Joel turned on his heels and faced his demons.
Standing up on the chair, his fingertips traced the O-shaped rope one last time before threading his head through the hole. A weary sigh later, he booted the chair beneath his feet and his heavy weight pulled him downwards.
The rope tightened around his neck, tense like a coil ready to snap. His throat collapsed on itself, legs instinctually kicking, and Joel had to fight his own survival instinct to let nature take its course, surrender to it. But even then, his eyes were fixed on the picture frames on top of the dresser.
His mind slowly drifted away, eyes shutting, as he gasped for air that didnât reach his lungs.
No. No, no, no.
Sh, shh. Sh⊠Okay. Youâre okay, youâre okay. Move your hand, baby. Move your hand.
I know, baby. I know, I know, I know, I know. I know it hurts. Come on, baby.
Youâre okay. Youâre okay. I know, I know, I know, I know, baby, I know. I know. I know this hurts. Youâre gonna be okay, alright?
Baby, baby. Baby, listen to me. I gotta get you up, okay? I gotta get you up, alright? Come on. YouâCome on. I know, baby. I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know. I KNOW!
TOMMY, HELP ME!
âSarah, no!â Joel choked and gagged, lips turning blue and tears streaming down the crowsâ feet kissing the corner of his eyes.
His bloodshot eyes cracked open in a last attempt to focus on the pictures. But instead of the photographs heâd carefully arranged, Joel saw something else.
Kneeling in front of him was his daughter, touching the tip of his boot with trembling hands. As beautiful and young as the day she diedâas if no time had passed. As if she had been with him all this time. Tears clouding her eyes, she mouthed a prayer for him to stopâone that didnât quite leave her lips, but loud enough for Joel to hear.
Itâs okay, baby girl. Iâm finally coming with you. Canât wait to see you again, he thought as the last remnants of his consciousness slipped away like a bird in flight.
His muscles stiffened, the jerking of his limbs slowly dying out. His eyes rolled back, mind numb and gone.
With his last breath, his face suddenly relaxed, mouth slightly agape as he welcomed Death like an equal.
You swore.
He was lost to the darkness, but there was no light to look for. Liars.
â[âŠ] and that everything written on them was unrepeatable since time immemorial and forever more, because races condemned to one hundred years of solitude did not have a second opportunity on earth.â
His feet dangled gently in the void of his living room for a minute, the quietness of the space ethereal as Death claimed him for her ranks.
Suddenly, the hook to which the noose was tied dented the ceiling, the plasterboard giving way and the hook becoming loose, breaking off.
Joel fell to the floor like a dead weight, the tangled mess still hugging his neck.
And then, as if orchestrated by the universe, someone knocked at the door.
Youâd lost your whole group, the ones you had stuck to for the last twenty-four years of the apocalypse. One by one, theyâd left you. Some were gone to the virus, others at humanityâs cruel hands. Either way, you were alone. Stumbled across Jackson by sheer luck, exhausted and drained.
When Tommy and his group had approached you rather cautiously, you assumed the worst. But even that thoughtâthat your life could come to an end, just like everybody elseâsâwas somehow a relief.
Instead, he greeted you, introduced himself and his companions. Offered water, a bite to eat. Tommy even asked if you were alone and when you shrugged in response, he invited you to join them.
At first, you had been wary, but the moment you crossed the gates of the palisade and saw the town brimming with life, the worry and doubt fell off your shoulders a bit.
And now here you were, inside a house that now was almost a home. It would need some repairs, probably a lick of paint if you could find any, but overall a sturdy ceiling above your head. You had seen other towns in the last two decades, but every oasis of civilisation you had found ended up crumbling under either the yoke of bad men or the infected.
You wondered how long it would take for this place to come to the same demise. Experience told you this would eventually fall, but it would do you no good to ruminate on the future. Whatever had to happen, simply would.
Despite the house being unoccupied, it had been used as storage. You had spent the last couple of hours sorting stuff into piles, deciding what would be useful and what could go to another home. By the end of it, you were sweating and in need of some cold air to clear your mind.
Walking outside with your coat on, you took a look at the weeds growing in the front yard, peeking through the blanket of snow. Perhaps you could start with your garden first, test out your rusty skills before you committed to something bigger.
You were crouching down by what you thought was a flowerbed when a brief motion caught your attention. Frowning, you looked up and across the street. Tommyâs brotherâs house was right in front of yours, something swaying behind the drawn curtains of the living room.
Tilting your head, you paid more attention, stilling in place. You couldnât make out what was happening behind closed quarters, but you thought it looked like the man called Joel was perched on a ladder. Perhaps changing a lightbulb?
You watched him from a distance, mind drifting back to when Tommy forced his brother to introduce himself. The brotherly bond had made you crack a smileâa memory coming backâJoelâs reluctance almost endearing. Heâd not been rude with you, for you understood his uneasiness around strangers.
You were about to resume your inspection of the flowerbed, when you saw a commotion unravelling behind the curtains. It looked like Joel had suddenly fallen to the floor. Perhaps heâd lost his footing on the ladder?
Jumping to your feet, you wondered what to do. He was probably okay, maybe just a concussion and a scratch, but what if he wasnât? Judging by his looks and grumpy demeanour, you hazarded Joel was in his late fifties. Although he seemed to be in good shape, a bad fall could render anyone unconscious.
Despite not knowing him, moved by your caring nature, you ran towards his house, your coat almost catching on the Miller mailbox. Climbed up the steps of his porch and banged the door.
âJoel?â you asked once you stopped, remaining quiet.
No answer. So you knocked again.
âHey, Joel?â you insisted, ear flat against the door.
Nothing.
âDamn,â you uttered, walking to the living roomâs window.
The curtains, although not opaque, didnât let you see much through them. You could barely make out the body of a man curled on the floor.
Your heart began racing when you realised he wasnât moving at all. Panicky, you tapped the windowâs glass and shouted his name again.
âFuck, fuck, fuck,â you chanted, running to the front door again in a frenzy. Tested the handle, but didnât budge. âJoel!â
You tried for a few more minutes while you considered running back to the community hall for Tommy. Or maybe break the window yourselfâget in and help him however you could.
Luckily, you didnât need to. The door cracked open, and you caught Joelâs profile in the gloom of his home.
âWhat do you want?â he husked, voice gravelly, hoarse.
His blunt acrimony took you aback for an instant, but the look in his eyes, red and glassy even in the darkness, urged to check in on him.
âIâ Well. Uhm,â you stuttered, gathering your thoughts. You didnât want to come across as nosey, just a caring neighbour. âI was in my front yard and thought I saw you falling from a ladder or something⊠And when I came over and you didnât open, I did peek through the window⊠And you wereâŠâ you trailed off, the manâs deep scowl frightening.
âIâm fine,â he replied succinctly before clearing his throat.
The door had swung open a bit more, Joelâs face becoming clearer now. He was all rugged and weathered, and you wondered if the apocalypse had taken a fatal toll on him. Joel Miller looked like a man tiptoeing on the edge of the world, tiredness smeared across his features, creasing the skin around his eyes.
Your gaze dropped, the scarlet skin on his neck distracting. The redness was mutating, changing colour ever so slightlyâit was bruising.
Unwittingly, your hand reached up to his face. But before you could stop yourself from being awkward with a stranger, Joel took a step back. As if the thought of your touch repulsed him, as if he could not bear the thought of a friendly, caring caress.
A bit late you realised youâd been so out of line, your hand immediately dropping to your side.
âIâm so sorry, I didnât mean toâ Shit. I just⊠your neck. What happened to your neck?â you mumbled, breathless.
Although his expression didnât falter, his eyes did for him. They were so expressive, windows to a broken soul. They carried a pain you quite didnât understand, but it was palpable and profound. It leached through his eyes, and you wondered what had happened to him to be this shattered. To be this⊠alone.
âItâs none of your damn business,â he barked a low growl. âLeave me alone. I donât need you snooping around my house like Iâm some goddamn old man in need of a carer. I donât need anyone. Get off my porch and fuck off.â
âBut thatâs notââ
Your retort died off in your mouth as Joel closed the door right in your face, rather dramatically.
While the exchange should have at least irritated you, you only felt worried.
Joel wasnât okay. You just knew he wasnât, and this instinct of yours had never failed you. He didnât need anyoneâhe needed help.
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I think that part of why Stiles aiding in Peter's murder is so important to me is because it stands in such a contrast to Peter's behavior toward Stiles.
Peter never harmed Stiles, at all. He doesn't hurt him, the worst he does is drag him along by his collar and shove his face down onto a car but even that is done much gentler than werewolf strength could make it.
But Stiles? Stiles took the first step in Peter's murder, by throwing the first Molotov cocktail. By wanting to set the victim of a horrific fire on fire again.
It's so ruthless and vicious and it is contrasted so hard by how Peter truly goes out of his way to not harm Stiles.
Not in the hospital when Stiles realizes Peter is the Alpha. Even though Peter could have so easily killed Stiles before Derek got there, but instead Peter just stood there and smiled at Stiles.
Not on the lacrosse field when he could have janked Stiles around, forced him with threats of violence. Even though Peter had just violently and animalistically attacked Lydia, yet even the act of making Stiles get off the ground is straight-up gentle by guiding him by his chin and not hauling him up with force.
Not in the parking garage, where it would have been so easy to force the bite onto Stiles, where it would have been so easy to just kill Stiles once he fulfilled his use. Even though we see the dead nurse in his trunk, because he killed her for being no longer useful. Even though he wants to give Stiles the bite, yet he accepts the rejection. And he just... leaves, not a hair harmed on that boy.
Peter's own behavior toward Stiles already stands in stark contrast to his behavior toward literally everybody else.
And, to me, it is heightened even more by the contrast of Stiles' own ruthlessness.
Because Peter did something worse than harm Stiles. He harmed those Stiles loved. He bit Scott and he tore into Lydia.
And it's probably my favorite character trait of Stiles', his unbreakable loyalty and his ruthless defense of those he loves. And I like to think it's also Peter's favorite character trait of Stiles'.
Which makes the murder so much more fucked up, in such a delicious way. Because it was traumatic and literally deadly to Peter, but I like to think that a part of Peter appreciates the part Stiles played in it.
Peter, who killed everyone who was involved with the Hale Fire, appreciates the ruthless murderous intend Stiles feels when those he loves are harmed and wronged. Even when it's the one boy he never harmed, never wanted to harm.
And that's fucked up and twisted and delicious and perfect.
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Coffee and Journals
.ă»ăâă». Spencer Reid x F!Reader .ă»ăâă».

Summary: You step out of your comfort zone and meet a guy in a coffee shop who you somehow befriend, and end up in the theaters with him translating a Russian film.
A/N: omg this one is so cuteee, I love it lmk your thots<3
BYR(b4 u Reid): use of y/n, mentions of anxiety, readers never had a bf, inexperienced reader & Spencer, can be season 1 & 2 Spencer | none <- [warnings]
It started with a trip to the coffee shop.
You werenât supposed to be there, at least, not alone. You didn't go places alone. That was just how⊠things were. But it was a new year, and you were tired of every year being the same.
No new friends, no love interests, no new experiences.
You knew, deep down, that you couldn't keep living like this. The loneliness was starting to feel like a weight pressing down on you, making everything dull.
So, here you were, Ordering a drink at the register, by yourself. God, was your voice shaking?
âUm, can I get a-a regular iced latte?â You asked, trying not to sound as nervous as you felt. The cashier nodded, you paid, and that was it.
It was such a small thing ordering coffee, and youâve done it a lot of times just this time you didnât have the comfort of a friend right beside you. You were all alone.
You felt proud, proud that you left your home, came to the café alone, and now you were going to enjoy it at the shop.
You picked a small table, hands gripping your journal as you sat down, waiting for your order to be called. The café was a little too busy for comfort. Too many eyes, not on you, you knew that, but⊠it felt like they were.
You took a deep breath, opening your journal.
Do I look weird?
No, no. There were plenty of people doing the same thing. You werenât standing out.
After a few moments your drink was finally called, you stood up, going to grab it, only to find there was two.
The man beside you just looked at you unsure of which one was his and which one was yours.
âOh- um, Iâm not sure which is which.â He said, glancing between the two drinks. You looked at him, then at the cups, trying to find anything that could differentiate them. Nothing.
âUh, excuse me, which one is the iced coffee?â You asked the barista. âThey both are.â She answered flatly, like it was the dumbest question sheâd ever heard. Your stomach twisted immediately.
Great, now I sound stupid.
âWhich one has non-dairy milk?â The guy asked
The barista sighed, rolling her eyes. âI donât know, maybe that one.â She pointed to the cup on the right.
You and the guy exchanged a look.
âUm⊠I guess Iâll just take this one.â You mumbled, grabbing the drink you had originally reached for. You donât have any dairy problems, and didnât care for the kind of milk used so it wasnât too much of a problem.
You can hear the guy sigh as you walked away.
You sat down, watching him talk to the barista, clearly trying to get his order fixed. You couldnât blame him for being frustrated.
You refocused on your journal, writing down your thoughts about stepping out of your comfort zone. About how weird it felt. How anxious you still were, and how you hoped this wouldnât be another failed attempt at trying to change.
âHi, Iâm sorry, but do you mind if I have a seat?â
You looked up.
It was the non-dairy guy.
Your first instinct was to say no. You didnât want anyone sitting with you. This was already too much social interaction for one day.
Or you could just leave, but if you let yourself retreat, wouldnât that be losing? Wouldnât you end up right back where you started, lying in bed tonight, frustrated with yourself for failing at something as simple as existing in a public space ?
âOf course.â You said instead, nodding toward the empty chair.
He gave you a polite smile and sat down. You stole a glance at him. Tall, kind of lanky, brown hair, sharp features, hazel eyes. He didnât seem much older than you.
You tried to focus on your journal again, but it was hard with someone new in front of you.
âYou know, an iced coffee isnât something I normally get.â He said suddenly
You blinked, looking up.
He was talking to you.
âI usually just get a regular hot coffee.â He continued, like this was a totally normal thing to say to a stranger. âToday I wanted something different. And, well⊠you saw how that went.â
You let out an awkward little laugh, like the ones you give people when you arenât sure what to say.
Is he crazy? Why is he talking to me?
âI get it.â You said after a pause. âI donât usually get coffee on my own, and the one time I do, my coffee gets mixed with yours, and then the barista has a shitty attitude.â
That was relatable, right? That made sense?
Stop overthinking.
He smiled. âIâm Spencer Reid.â
First and last name, who does that?
âIâm y/n.â You said, giving him a small smile in return
you didn't give him your last name, it felt too formal, you guys also didn't shake hands which relieved you because those were always so awkward for you.
Almost all physical touch was awkward with you.
âI'll let you get back to work.â He said, pulling a book out of his bag.
âItâs not really work.â You admitted, which shocked you because you were trying to continue this conversation. âJust journaling.â
He glanced up again, nodding slightly. âStudies show that journaling can improve working memory, reduce stress, and even strengthen the immune system,â he said. âJames Pennebaker, a psychologist at the University of Texas, found that expressive writing helps people process traumatic events by organizing thoughts and emotions, which can lead to improved mental health and reduced anxiety.â
You stared at him.
âYeah⊠Thatâs kind of why Iâm trying it.â You said, giving a small smile.
You narrowed your eyes playfully. âHow do you know all that?â He just shrugged as if it was nothing âI read alot.â
âThatâs cool.â
âReally?â He smiled a little. âA lot of my friends think Iâm crazy, and that I should be spending more time doing other things.â
You shook your head. Well⊠okay, you did think he was a little crazy. But only because he could start a conversation so easily. You couldnât imagine doing that.
âNot crazy, I think itâs fascinating your brain is able to retain all that information.â
The two of you settled into silence after that. You wrote, he read. You noticed he was flying through pages at an insane speed.
Curiosity got the better of you.
âHow are you reading so fast?â You blurted out.
He looked up. âI can read 20,000 words a minute.â
Your eyes widened. âAre you lying?â
He laughed. âNo. I uh⊠I have an IQ of 187, so I think that helps a lot with my reading abilities.â
âThatâs like a superpower.â
âSome would say itâs the lamest one to have been given.â He joked, you shrugged. âMaybe. But I think itâs cool.â
And, honestly?
You were surprised by yourself.
A simple conversation. With a stranger.
A man, even.
ÊÉ
Over the next few months, you found yourself at the coffee shop at least three times a week. And almost every time, Spencer was there too.
At first, it felt like a coincidence, like an unspoken routine you both had fallen into without realizing. But eventually, he started waving you over when he spotted you, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he gestured to the empty seat across from him. And, recently, you had started doing the same for him.
Youâd sit together, sometimes in silence, sometimes talking about what you were reading, new movies, or random events happening around town. It felt⊠easy.
âHowâs journaling been?â Spencer asked as he took a sip of his coffee and looked at you.
You glanced up from your book. âOh, itâs been really good. It actually helps a lot more than I thought it would.â
He nodded, thoughtful. âYeah, it helped me a lot too.â
âYou journal?â
He shrugged, shifting slightly in his seat. âI used to. Not as much anymore, but when I have the time, I try. I think itâs a good outlet, especially for people who struggle with intrusive thoughts, or high stress levels.â
âYou think only people who struggle journal?â You questioned
âNot necessarily.â He said, tilting his head slightly. âI mean, anyone can journal. But research suggests that people who journal regularly are often those who need a way to process their thoughts. It can help regulate emotions by engaging the prefrontal cortex, the part of the brain responsible for rational thinking. Thatâs why itâs often recommended for anxiety, PTSD, and even problem solving.â
You nodded slowly, letting his words sink in. âYeah⊠I think itâs helped me a lot with my anxiety.â
You werenât sure why you would say it, you never really talk about what you struggle with but somehow with Spencer it felt safe.
You looked up at him, Spencerâs eyes had softened, his expression shifting from analytical to something gentler. âThatâs good.â He said sincerely. âThank you for sharing that with me.â
You let out a small laugh, rubbing the back of your neck. âI think itâs obvious. I mean, Iâm constantly fidgeting, canât make eye contact, let alone hold a conversation with people.â You say as you look down at your hands
He shook his head. âYou donât seem that way with me.â His brows furrowed slightly.
âWell, yeah. Not anymore.â You admitted âWhen we first met and you asked to have a seat, I wanted so badly to say no, and even get up and leave.â
His mouth parted slightly before he quickly recovered. âReally?â
You nodded. âYeah. But I had to let you because if I hadnât, I wouldâve felt like I lost that day, and definitely wouldâve felt horrible about it. But⊠thankfully I did.â
For a moment, he just looked at you, processing your words. Then, the corners of his lips lifted into a small genuine smile. âIâm glad, glad that you let me sit with you.â
âIâm glad too.â
It felt strange, strange in a way that made your chest feel light and unfamiliar warmth settle in your stomach. Having someone new to talk to, someone who, despite barely knowing you, felt like they had been in your life forever.
Spencer made things easy. Talking to him didnât feel like a struggle, like you had to overthink every word before you said it. He listened. He never made you feel awkward or unsure.
Somehow, being around him made you feel like maybe, just maybe, you were figuring yourself out.
Both of your coffees were nearly empty now, the melted ice clinking softly against the cup. It meant this little hangout, or whatever you can call it, was coming to an end. And you didnât want it to.
Spencer shifted slightly in his seat, his fingers tapping lightly against his cup before he cleared his throat.
âUm, Y/n.â He said, voice softer than usual. You looked up at him, giving him a small, curious smile. âYeah?â
He hesitated for half a second, then pushed his hair behind his ear, a habit you noticed. âThereâs this old film playing at the theaters. Itâs not far from here. I was wondering if youâd like to go?â He paused, glancing down at his hands before quickly adding âItâs in Russian, though, so if youâd like, I can translate it for you.â
âRussian?â You asked, raising an eyebrow.
He nodded, his lips twitching up slightly. âYeah. If you donât want to, thatâs fine, I just- I thought it would be nice.â He said as he nervously rubbed the back of his neck.
You bit your lip, trying to hold back a smile. âIâve never seen a Russian film before, but I do like the theaters. And if youâre offering to translate, Iâd love to go.â
Spencer let out a breath, his shoulders relaxing like he had been holding it in without realizing. âYeah?â His voice was lighter, hopeful.
You nodded. âYeah.â
His lips parted, like he was about to say something else, but he just nodded quickly instead. âAlright. Um. I can pick you up? If youâre comfortable with that, of course.â
You could see the way he was watching you carefully, waiting for any sign of hesitation. But there wasnât any. Not with him.
âNo, yeah, Iâm fine with that.â You said, a soft warmth settling in your chest.
Spencerâs fingers tapped against the table before he spoke again. âCan I-uh-can I have your number? Just so we can communicate better.â
You smiled, reaching for your phone. âYeah.â
ÊÉ
Spencer arrived at exactly 8:00 p.m, right on time. When you opened the door, he stood there with his hands in his pockets, rocking slightly on his heels before offering a small, shy smile.
âHi.â He said softly
âHi.â You echoed, feeling your pulse quicken.
You both walk towards his car, and to your surprise he opened the door for you. It was a small gesture, but it made something warm settle in your chest.
Was he just being polite, or did it mean something more? You didnât want to overthink it, didnât want to confuse kindness for something else.
At the theaters, Spencer insisted on paying for your ticket. When you offered to cover snacks instead, he shook his head. âNo, really, itâs fine.â He said, handing over his card before you could argue.
âOkay, well, now we have to go somewhere else after this. My treat.â You said, crossing your arms.
He tilted his head, considering for a moment. âWe could get ice cream after?â He suggested.
You smiled. âThat sounds nice.â
As the movie started, Spencer leaned in slightly, quietly translating the dialogue for you. At first, it was just a whisper here and there, but soon he got really into it, his voice subtly changing to mimic different characters, his hands gesturing slightly as he explained a scene.
You let out a small laugh.
âWhat?â He asked, turning to you with a small smile.
You shrugged, grinning. âYouâre so good at translating. And getting into character, itâs honestly amazing.â
His expression shifted, something like pride flashing in his eyes before he looked down for a second, almost bashful. âOh. Thank you.â He said, meeting your gaze again.
You hadnât realized how close the two of you had leaned in until the moment. His hazel eyes held yours, the sounds of the movie fading into the background. Your breath hitched, and you quickly shifted in your seat, breaking the moment.
Spencer cleared his throat softly before returning to translating, but you could tell heâd noticed it too.
When the movie ended, you tossed the empty popcorn bucket and drinks into the trash bin. âSo howâd you like the movie?â Spencer asked as you both walked towards the exit.
âIt was really good, I didnât expect to like it as much as I did.â You truthfully answered.
Spencer smiled, as he opened the door for you to exit the building. âThey play foreign films here once a month. Iâd be happy to come with you again. We could watch together.â
âIâd love that, itâll be really fun.â
âYeah.â He nodded. âI love films, and translating stuff.â
âI could tell.â You teased, giggling softly.
He glanced at you, something hesitant in his expression. âStill up for that ice cream?â
âAre you?â You asked. âIf you donât want to, itâs okay.â
âNo-no I want to.â He assured you quickly. âI just wasnât sure if you still wanted to.â
âI do.â
He nodded, a relieved smile tugging at his lips. âPerfect. I can leave the car parked, and we can walk to one?â
âThat sounds good.â
As the two of you walked side by side down the sidewalk, you glanced up at him. âDo you usually go to these movies alone?â
He shrugged. âYeah. Sometimes my friends join, but most times, itâs just me.â
That made you frown slightly. You didnât understand how someone like him, someone so interesting, so kind, could go alone so often.
âWell, now you wonât have to.â You said looking up at him. He turned his head to you, a flicker of something soft in his expression. His stomach fluttered at your words.
As you both walked, your hand brushed against his. Instinctively, you pulled it back, quickly intertwining your fingers together in front of you. âSorry.â You murmured.
Spencer shook his head. âNo, itâs fine.â
You nodded, slowly letting your hands fall back to your sides. He noticed the way you kept fidgeting.
âYou donât have to be nervous.â He said.
You blinked. âHmm?â
He glanced at you, his brows slightly furrowed in thought. âI can tell youâre nervous.â
Your stomach tightened slightly. âHow?â
âLittle things.â He said simply. âLike biting your lip, looking around a lot, touching the hem of your shirt.â He pointed out each thing, and you hadnât even realized you were doing them.
âOh.â You laughed softly, a little embarrassed. âI just- I donât know. This is the first time Iâve ever gone out with someone who isnât my friend.â
Spencer tilted his head, his lips twitching up slightly. âOh? I thought we were friends.â He teased.
Your eyes widened slightly. âNo-no, we are friends! I just meant my other friends.â You rushed to explain.
He chuckled. âI know what you meant. Itâs okay.â
Then, he stopped walking.
You took a few more steps before realizing and turned to face him. âWhat?â
He shook his head, his gaze fixed on you with something unreadable.
You frowned. âWhat?â You asked again, playfully nudging his shoulder.
Spencer let out a small laugh, but then his expression grew more serious. âI like hanging out with you.â He admitted. His voice was quieter now, more thoughtful.
âAnd I donât want to scare you, but⊠the little time weâve spent together, at the cafĂ©, and now today watching this movie, itâs made me just want to be around you more.â
Your breath caught in your throat. No one has ever said something like that to you before.
Your heart pounded as you swallowed, suddenly unsure of what to say. âOh. ThatâsâŠnice.â
Spencerâs lips pressed together, and you could tell he was waiting for something more, something deeper. And you wanted to say more, you really did. But fear gripped you.
âSpencer, I-i feel a lot of things right now.â You admit, your voice barely above a whisper. âI feel nervous, scared, excited, happy- I can really go on. But Iâve never had a male friend before, never been in a relationship, and what am I saying? I could be misinterpreting this whole situation, you meant as a friend right? Like- you donât mean romantically want to be around me more?â You were rambling, your words spilling out before you could stop them.
Your face was flushed, ears burning.
Spencer took a small step closer.
Your breath hitched.
âIâd like to get to know you better.â He said carefully, his voice steady. âAnd⊠see where we go.â
His hand found your elbow, gently squeezing it, his touch was warm and reassuring.
Your lips parted slightly. âReally? With me?â
It felt unreal.
Unreal that anyone could possibly see you in a romantic way, no one ever has.
Spencer nodded âWith you.â
You exhaled, your heart racing. âIâve never, Iâve never been in a situation like this. No ones ever wanted something with me before.â
âWellâŠI do.â He gave you a small, soft smile.
Your hands trembled slightly as you rubbed your face. Your chest felt tight, and your mind raced with thoughts you couldnât untangle.
âSpencer, you donât understand.â You whispered, your voice barely holding steady. âI donât know how to be with someone. I donât know what people do when theyâre getting to know each other, I donât- I donât know.â Your words tumbled out, laced with panic, with doubt.
Spencer took another step closer to you, his expression soft but steady. âYou do.â He said gently âWe do it all the time. Every time we sit together in the cafĂ©, every time we talk, every time we share something about ourselves, thatâs us getting to know each other.â
You swallowed, looking at him, searching for some kind of reassurance in his face. He seemed so sure of what he was saying, so certain.
âBut I donât know what Iâm doing.â You admitted, your voice cracking. âI could mess it up.â
Spencer shook his head, his eyes never leaving yours. âY/n, Iâve never been in a relationship either.â His voice was soft but unwavering. âI donât have all the answers, I know just as much as you do. But thatâs okay. We can figure it out together.â
Your breath hitched as you stared at him. He meant it, every word. There was no hesitation, no doubt in his voice.
âAll we have to do.â He continued âis keep doing what weâve been doing. Spending time together, learning more about each other. And when weâre both ready, weâll navigate whatever comes next. Thereâs no pressure, no expectations⊠just us.â
Something inside you shifted, something warm, something terrifying, something new.
You looked into his eyes, trying to believe in what he was saying. In him.
âOkay.â You whispered
A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips, his shoulders relaxing just slightly, as if heâd been waiting for that answer.
âOkay.â He echoed, as if sealing the moment between you.
For a few seconds, neither of you moved. The streetlights cast a soft glow around you, the distant hum of the city filling the silence. Then, without thinking, Spencer reached out, not hesitantly, not awkwardly, just gently, and let his fingers brush against yours.
It wasnât a grand gesture. It wasnât overwhelming. It was just enough. . .
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â Always You
Billie Eilish x fem! Reader
âYouâve always had a crush on your best friend Billie but could never find a way to tell her. You just didnât think she felt the same or that youâd be the one. Itâll never be you, or will it?â


Warnings - lots of angst and jealousy (get some tissues guys)
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You and Billie have been best friends since you were six years old. Youâve known her just as long as Zoe has, but unlike Zoe, your relationship with Billie is more complicated and more serious. Youâve always had a tiny crush on her, but you never told her. You were afraid of ruining the friendship, and even more afraid of rejection. So, you buried those feelings deep down, convincing yourself youâd forgotten about them.
But you hadnât.
When Billie became famous, everything changed. Her rise to stardom only complicated the feelings you thought youâd moved past. Every time you saw her on stage or in the spotlight, it was like those buried emotions resurfaced, stronger than before. It even enraged you when youâd see her flirt with so many people, especially women. It was like a punch to the gut each time, the reality of her new world far removed from the one you two had built together.
Youâd always been there for her through her past relationships, but you never liked anyone she dated. They werenât good enough for her, you told yourself. You were the one who truly understood her, the one whoâd been there through it all. You convinced yourself for years that you were all she needed, that you were good enough for herâyou just couldnât tell her that.
But then came Coachella. That day, your emotions reached a boiling point when you saw Billie being all flirty with Odessa and Quen. It was like you couldnât hold it in any longerâthe jealousy, the longing, the fear that maybe it would never be you. After watching her take turns kissing both of them, something inside you snapped. Youâd seen enough. You ran off the stage, your heart pounding in your chest. You heard Zoe call out to you, her voice barely cutting through the blaring music, but you didnât care. You just couldnât be there anymore. Billie didnât even notice. She was too caught up in the moment, dancing and enjoying herself, oblivious to the storm building inside you.
Would it even matter if she had noticed? Would she follow after you? The questions swirled in your mind as you pushed through the crowd, your thoughts racing faster than your legs could carry you. As much as you wanted to leave, it dawned on you that you had a ride with Billie and her friends, and they werenât exactly in the mood to leave, unlike you. Even though it was dark outside, it was still early, and Coachella was far from over.
You pulled out your phone and quickly called a Lyft. Unfortunately, it was going to be 20 minutes until it arrived. You sighed in frustration. You were ready to get out of here. You kept hearing Billie shouting into the mic, her voice cutting through the noise of the crowd. The more you heard her talk, the more the tears fell, unbidden, down your face.
Thatâs when you saw a streak of brown hair approach you slowly. Your vision was blurry from the tears, but you recognized herâClaudia. She looked at you with concern, worry in her eyes.
âAre you okay?â She asked, gently placing her hand on your shoulder.
âI saw you run off stage. Whatâs going on?â
âNothing,â you said quickly, wiping your eyes and avoiding her gaze. You hoped she wouldnât notice, but your voice betrayed you.
âI can clearly see youâre crying, Y/N. Zoe told Billie you ran off. Sheâs worried about you.â
Sure, she is, you thought bitterly. You forced a weak laugh, wiping your nose on your sleeve.
âShe said sheâs going to talk to you as soon as sheâs done.â
That was it. You snapped. The frustration, the hurt, the years of suppressed feelingsâeverything came crashing down on you.
âYeah, right!â You yelled, your voice cracking with raw emotion. âShe doesnât care about me or my feelings!â You stepped back, shaking your head. âI canât do this anymore, Claudia. I just canât.â
Claudiaâs confusion deepened. âWhat do you mean?â
You paused for a moment, wiping your eyes. Were you actually going to tell her? Youâd never told anyone except your sister, who pretty much knew before you did that you liked Billie. You took a deep breath, gathering your nerves.
âI like her, Claud,â you finally muttered, the words slipping out before you could even fully process them.
Claudiaâs eyes widened, her drink falling to the ground as she stepped back, stunned. âYou what?â She asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
âI like her,â you repeated, your heart pounding. âLike, like her. For a while now,â you admitted, the weight of your confession heavy on your chest. âBut I never told her because I didnât think sheâd feel the same, and I tried to forget about it, but I just canât.â
The words kept tumbling out, and once you started, it felt like there was no stopping them. âShe makes it so hard not to like her. Everything she does mesmerizes me. Sheâs so beautiful and kind, and she has the most beautiful eyes Iâve ever seen in my life. Every time I look into them, I wanna tell her how I feel, but I donât. I didnât want her to reject me or, worse, ruin our friendship. But Iâm pretty sure after tonight, our friendshipâs pretty much over. Because she doesnât give a damn about me or how I feel, and if she does, sheâs got a funny way of showing it.â
You wiped away more tears, your face flushed from the outburst.
Claudia stood there in stunned silence, her eyes softening as she watched you, tears threatening to fall from her own eyes, despite the alcohol still buzzing through her. She didnât say anything for a moment, but you could see her processing what you had said. She reached out slowly, pulling you into a hug. You didnât even realize how badly you needed it until she wrapped her arms around you.
âI never knew any of this,â she said into the crook of your neck. You could smell the alcohol on her, but you didnât care. âAnd youâre wrong about one thing,â she pulled away slightly, looking at you seriously. âShe does care about you.â
You didnât want to believe her. You couldnât. âNo, she doesnât. If she didââ
âShe does, Y/N. All she ever talks about when sheâs with me and Finneas is youâwhat youâre doing, what you guys are talking about. Iâm telling you, youâre always on her mind.â
You shook your head in disbelief. âThen how come every time weâre together, sheâs always focused on something else or someone else?â
âSheâs busy, you know that.â
âYeah, too busy for me, I see,â you said sadly.
Suddenly, your phone buzzed. You glanced at it: your Lyft was about to pull up.
âEnough about this, Claudia. Iâm going back to the hotel to pack my things,â you said, taking a few steps toward the pick-up area.
âWhat? No!â she yelled, trying to pull you back.
âAs I said, I canât do this anymore. Itâs never going to be me, Claud. And Iâm done trying,â you told her firmly, walking toward the Lyft. Claudia didnât follow you. She just stood there, her expression a mix of sadness and concern, watching you leave. You glanced back at her one last time before climbing into the backseat.
âIf she really cares about me, like you say, then sheâd be right here, talking to me, trying to stop me from leaving. But sheâs not,â you said, gesturing toward the stage where Billie was performing.
âSheâs not, is she?â you whispered to yourself, before shutting the door behind you and leaving Claudia standing there, as the car sped off toward the hotel.
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cinnamon girl | a jegulus x reader series. pt 1
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summary : your father insisted that you be dating Rabastan Lestrange, for protection and security. But what happens when said boy wants to run away from his Death Eater duties, and a certain bespectacled boy lands him a hand, leading to something more than he couldâve ever imagined.
pairing: regulus black x malfoy!reader x james potter, initially rabastan lestrange x malfoy!reader.
specifications : 1. this will be an entire series, but please be patient with me. 2. reader is one year younger than Lucius. & 3. this series is full of surprises.
warnings : angst, fluff, swearing, eventual smut, arranged marriage, mentions of bruises and broken bones, Sirius being dramatic, eventual polyamorous relationship, death eaters, death



âDo you know what time theyâll be here tomorrow?â you ask Lucius exhaustedly, leaning your head against his shoulder as you walk together to the Slytherin dorms.
It has been a pretty long day. Your legs hurt and you want nothing more than to finally get to your dorm and pack your things for Christmas break.
He sighs and throws an arm around your neck, his own eyes closing from the endless studying heâs done these past weeks. âEight thirty, maybe nine. Iâll have to tell Evan about that, he doesnât really do mornings.â
You laugh weakly, finally reaching the common room as Lucius opens the door for you. Youâre about to open your mouth, but are interrupted by the loud chatter of your friends.
âHe did what?â
âHow could he be so stupid?!â
âFor Merlinâs sake, Rabastan!â
âHey, guys. What are we cussing out Rabastan for today?â your brother falls on the sofa and youâre right behind him.
But they donât seem to take Luciusâ amusement lightly, and you can see that when Severus stops tugging at his hair to turn to you, and so do your other friends. Their shocked expressions make you sink further into the sofa.
âHeâs all bloodied up in the hospital wing right now. Apparently the idiot got into a fight with Potter and, well⊠Letâs just say that now he canât move his right hand at allâ Narcissa explains and your eyes widen. How couldâve James done that to him?
âFrom the shoulder down. Can you imagine?â Barty shakes his head and your brother, still beside you, gasps.
You throw him a dirty look before turning back to Narcissa. âCan we go see him? I think heâd want us to be there.â
âI mean, he is in a lot of pain and Madam Pomfrey said he might be there for a few daysâ Bellatrix chimes in, carelessly rolling her eyes as she stands up abruptly. âWe could always just hex Potter, thatâs something Rabastan would want.â
The raven haired boyâs eyes shoot up and lock with yours, carefully placing his book on the table. âI donât know about that. What I do know is that Iâm staying behind for Lestrange.â
âYeah, cause that is so entertainingâ Bellatrix mocks her cousin, going back to discussing hexing James.
Your frown slowly fades as you and Regulus maintain eye contact. Youâve always wondered how he could be attentive and protective of his friends, but still seem cold and uninterested all the time.
âWill you?â he asks suddenly, his demeanour still as calm as ever. You have to blink rapidly, and when you do, you swear that you can see the corner of his mouth tilt up.
âIâm- Sorry?â
âWill you stay here for the holidays? To keep Evan companyâ he muses, and you can tell by his tone that he is utterly amused.
âI wish. Heâs my boyfriend after allâ you sigh softly, chewing on your bottom lip. You hesitate at first, but still lean in closer to Regulus, so only he can hear. âBut father wants me and Luce home on the 31st. He said that we have to meet someone.â
Regulusâ shoulders tense up and you notice his eyes widen a bit, but he still manages to brush it off like itâs nothing. âThe 31st is still two weeks awayâ he inquires and you nod slowly.
âYouâre rightâ you give him a small smile, resting your chin on your brotherâs arm that was now sitting around your shoulders again. âYouâre right, Iâm staying here.â
The green eyed boy hums contently, picking up his book once again as he traces his pale, slender fingers over the pages. âGood.â
Youâre left gawking at him, and now that his attention wasnât solely focused on you, or so you think, you can finally relax. Even speaking a few simple words with him made you nervous, your heart throbbing against your ribcage.
đŠą
Later that evening, you find yourself not able to sleep. Youâre tossing and turning, and your throat suddenly feels dry.
You curse yourself for not bringing a glass of water, before you get out of bed, the cold air hitting your bare legs and shoulders. You put your slippers on and do your best to open the door without making much noise, as to not wake up your roommates.
The stairs are old and with the creaking sound they make, youâre more than certain that you managed to wake up someone. The common room was dimly lit, and that mostly thanks to the fireplace.
âCanât sleep?â
Your eyes widen as you clutch your chest, breathing heavy and alert, but the fear quickly dissolves when you catch sight of Regulus.
âWhy would you do that?â you scoff, but still feel your cheeks burn, now very aware of his eyes on you. Youâre almost bare, your pajamas doing very little to cover you.
He laughs quietly and your chest fills with ease. âAnd I didnât even tryâ he sets his glass of water on the table, resting his chin on the palm of his hand as he turns to get a better look at you. âYou seem troubled.â
Regulus, always most observant. Damn him.
You sigh, walking toward the couch and plopping down next to him. âIâm just confused. I mean, Rabastan has a big mouth and sometimes that gets him weeks worth of detention. But he never gets⊠beaten upâ you scrunch your nose, the words leaving a bitter taste on your tongue.
He nods, as if understanding why youâre worried. âI didnât take Potter as one to break someoneâs face either.â
âExactly!â you beam for a moment, having been dismissed and laughed at by your brother earlier when you told him just that. âHeâs been my partner in Potions since third year. The guy teared up when he saw some mosquito wings and I had to listen to his whole theory about how the mosquito mustâve had a family and theyâre probably waiting for him.â
This makes Regulus laugh out loud, his hands covering his face as you sip your water, barely able to control your laughter yourself. âTell me about it. He sits in front of me in Transfiguration. He turned Tammy Smithâs hair elastic into a ginger cat. It chewed on her hair and even scratched her scalp. Her hair hasnât grown in that spot, and she has to wear a ponytail everyday. Itâs been four months.â
âRight?! When I asked her why she refuses to wear her hair down anymore, she just glared at meâ you giggle quietly, now feeling a little bad for her.
A comfortable silence settles between you two, and Regulus speaks softly after a while. âSomeone should talk to James about it. I heard heâs in the hospital wing too.â
âIs he?â your bottom lip juts out slightly, and you look up at Regulus. âYouâre right, someone should talk to him.â
He chuckles lowly, âI meant you.â
âMe? Why me?â
âOh, come onâ he draws out, his lips pursing, as if heâs trying to bit back a smile, or worse, a smirk. âHeâs fond of you. You canât tell me you didnât know that.â
You hope that heâs joking, but when you look at him, searching his face for any sign of a joke, heâs serious. And it makes you wonder : Is James Potter actually fond of you?
âI think heâs just intrigued about us. I mean, Sirius barely lets us come near him. I canât tell you how itâs like to brew potions whilst his eyes burn holes in the back of my headâ you say, and in all fairness, thatâs how it is.
James is a sweet, gentle guy, one that you would like to get to know better, but you just canât. And it seems as though Regulus finds great pleasure in teasing you about it.
âYou might be rightâ he shrugs, still not very convinced. He picks up his glass and stands up, walking toward the boysâ dormitories. He reaches the end of the stairs and comes to a halt, looking carefully over his shoulder, his words merely a whisper into the night. âSirius leaves for about twenty minutes at lunch every day, in case you reconsider it.â
đŠą
Your clock reads 11:01 oâclock when you finally gather the courage to leave your dormitory, heading straight toward the hospital wing. Youâve told no one, but deep down you know that Regulus is right. He needs to know that not all of you want to hex him for whatever it is he did to your boyfriend.
You finally reach the door and take a deep breath before slowly pushing it open. You figure Sirius should be gone by now.
The beds were empty, except for Jamesâ and a sleeping Rabastan. You thank Merlin that heâs asleep.
âY/n?â James calls your name, his voice hoarse and brows furrowed. Of course he didnât expect to see you here.
âIn the fleshâ you force a tight lipped smile as you sit on the chair by his bed. His leg is bandaged, but other than that he seems just fine. âI didnât know James Potter could fight.â
Your comment makes him smirk, âThereâs a lot you donât know about him. Heard heâs a pretty cool guy, doesnât really pick fights either.â
Him talking about himself in third person makes you roll your eyes fondly, shaking your head. âI might not know this James very well, but I sure know who will pick up a fight if he feels like itâ you sigh and look to Rabastan still sleeping peacefully, his bed just across from Jamesâ. âWhat did he say?â
His face flashes with something you canât quite put your finger on, but he makes sure to ground himself, his signature smirk returning to his face. âHeâs just got a beatable face.â
Your shoulders drop and James sighs defeatedly. Of course you wouldnât give in just like that. âFine, he got into an argument with Pa- Sirius. Mean things were said, he tried to hurt Sirius, so I had no choice.â
Liar. You donât know much about James Potter, but what you do know is that he would never slap someone, let alone put them in the hospital.
You huff a laugh, eyes meeting his for the second time. âWhat did he say?â
âOh- Well, now- Letâs just keep it at thatâ he says with a small smile, a very uncomfortable one at that. âYou should go, though. My friends will be back any minute.â
You canât help the scoff that escapes your mouth. He thinks that he can just lie through his teeth and then dismiss you like youâre stupid? You donât want to give him that satisfaction.
You donât say more though, and that leaves James with a heavy heart. You move nonchalantly, sitting in a similar chair, but now by Rabastanâs bed.
You did have a chance to say something, to snap at him or persuade him. But you didnât.
It could get way more interesting than that.
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Behind Closed Doors
Pairing: Local Figure!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Summary: Bucky didn't have a great day, so you help him unwind.
Word Count: Over 1.2k
Warnings: Established relationship, implied sex, light fluff, swearing, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).
A/N: Inspired by an ask from @yenzys-lucky-charm, so I'm also submitting this for her Cranky, Grumpy, Stabby! Oh, My! Challenge (đĄïž A: Smoothing out the crease in Crankyâs frown while straddling their lap B: Cranky character melts, pulling them in for a kiss). â€ïž Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Bucky tossed his jacket away and loosened his tie the moment the front door shut. In public, he had to maintain an image of confidence and controlled passion, carefully toeing the line between showing too much or too little emotion on the issues at hand. When things didnât go his way, he couldnât lash out or show defeat. Behind closed doors, he could allow himself to be a bit cranky. He didnât have to put on a show.
With you, he didnât have to put on a show either.
âGo sit, and Iâll make you a drink.â It wasnât a suggestion. He didnât drink often, but it was a rough day and you sensed that he needed one. If the drink wasnât enough to help him unwind, you were sure you could think of something else.
Bucky kicked his shoes off before he took a seat and pinched the bridge of his nose. âThe Town Hall meeting should've gone off without a hitch, but Nick just had to show up and run his mouth.â His hands curled into fists when he grumbled, âFucker.â
Bucky was never a fan of Nick Fowler. The man had a way with words and had experience, heâd give him that, but the guy wasnât trustworthy. Too many secrets, too many people in his pocket. Some would say Bucky wasnât trustworthy either since he was also a local figure, but he cared about his town and only wanted the best for everyone who lived there. He couldnât say the same for Nick since he was only out for power and would step on anyone to gain it.
âIt was rocky at times,â you said carefully, pouring him a glass of whiskey. Being overly optimistic wouldâve been an insult, and he valued honesty since it was sometimes difficult to know who was telling the truth in his line of work. âBut it ended on a high note.â
âHe still proposed to cut funding for the library, and people agreed with him. Itâs struggling as it is, and it needs the money,â he muttered, his steel eyes softening when you brought his drink over. âI swear he only proposed to cut funding to piss me off.â
Education was important to Bucky. The library, in particular, held a special place in his heart. It strived to create a welcoming and inclusive environment for the community, offering free resources to all. More than that, it was a space where history was preserved, and where people could feel valued and respected. It brought people together.
âAnd itâs working,â you pointed out, running your fingers through his soft caramel hair once you sat down and earning a sigh in response. âI know itâs easier said than done, but try not to let him get under your skin.â
Nick getting under Buckyâs skin meant he was losing, and Bucky wasnât a man who lost.
âIâm trying,â he promised, taking another large sip and drawing your attention when he licked a drop from his lips.
You had to blink so you wouldnât let his sexiness distract you from making him feel better. âDonât forget, you have a fundraiser right around the corner,â you reminded him. There were people who would love to make a contribution to one of his passion projects, including the library.
His shoulders relaxed the more you played with his hair. âThatâs true.â
âAnd listen, if I could get away with it, Iâd wear my âI READ BANNED BOOKSâ shirt when I attend just to make you happy,â you teased.
That got a chuckle out of him. âThat shirt got my attention.â
Going to that Town Hall meeting was one of the best decisions you ever made. âIf you think that got your attention, wait until you see the dress Iâm wearing.â
Closing his eyes with a groan, you had no doubt he was imagining it. He had an amazing suit picked out and you got something to not only match but something to drive him wild. âAs long as John doesnât show up and hit on you,â he tried to joke, but there was an edge to his voice.
As if the meeting wasnât enough to put your man in a bad mood, bumping into John Walker after was the icing on the cake. If there was someone Bucky couldnât stand more than Nick, it was John. The arrogant public worker rubbed him the wrong way, demanding respect and trust when he hadnât earned it.
âWe both know he wouldnât stand a chance,â you said. Gorgeous looks aside, Bucky had you hooked from the beginning because of who he was. No one else could compare.
âIf he tries anythingâŠâ Bucky could cut men down with a mere look, but people like Nick and John liked to push.
Taking the glass from his hand and setting it aside, you slowly straddled him. âYouâre still cranky.â
âIâm not trying to be,â he whispered, resting his hands on your hips. Of course, he wasnât. He wasnât the kind of man who liked to dwell in any unpleasant headspace or emotions.
âI know. You had a rough day, and you have every right to be cranky. But I also know that the smile I love is in there somewhere,â you smiled. Bringing your hands to his face, you smoothed out the creases in his frown. His body went lax beneath yours when you did it again. âI just need to find it⊠Ah! There it is.â
Something you loved about Bucky was that he smiled in different ways before his mouth moved. He did it with his eyes, something so warm and loving that only you could see. Some days you heard it in his voice, in the tone he used and the words he chose. Even the way his body relaxed with you was a smile, happiness blooming from his core.
And Bucky was smiling when he pulled you in for a kiss.
Your heart tried to beat right out of your chest when he hooked an arm around your waist and pulled you closer. Tasting the whiskey when his tongue slipped past your lips, you moaned. The kiss was full of hunger, eager to take what you were willing to give. There was a hint of desperation, like he was trying to use your mouth to chase his bad mood away. Above all, it was vulnerable, a side of himself he trusted you enough to show.
âYouâre too good to me, sweetheart,â he whispered, rolling his hips up and making you moan again. âBut Iâm still a little cranky.â
âIs that right?â you smiled, rocking your hips teasingly just because you could. Making the powerful man hard made you feel powerful. âAre you proposing that I do something about that?â
The fingers on your waist flexed. âIâll make it worth your while if you do.â
âPromises, promises,â you teased.
âI keep my promises,â he pointed out. In a world of liars and cheats, Bucky was a man of his word.
âThatâs true.â You pretended to think about it when he thrust his hips up with a small growl, heating up your core more. âOkay, fine. Rest back so I can make the crankiness go away.â
And knowing Bucky, heâd make sure you felt nothing but bliss, too, before the night was over.
I know, lovlies, I don't need more AUs, but I would give him everything and more. Love and thanks for reading! â€ïž
Masterlist â Bucky Barnes Masterlist â Ko-Fi
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ch.003 â ch.004; Francesca - Hozier
"My life was a storm, since I was born"
my masterlist.
word count: 3.7k words
Series synopsis: friends with benefits, that's what ellie wanted. yet, she can't let you go, even after the messy'breakup' between the two of you
Warnings: swearing, mentions of fighting, scars, light use of y/n, + lots of fluff in the beginning. I think those are all the tags for this ch....(also not proof read)
was ch.003 fire or was it fireeđ„đ„I'm so glad people liked ch. 003 as well, especially with all the love you guys have given the series so far. we're back to my regular schedule of updating, this week has been crazy hectic and has had me running around like a maniac with college! đ please enjoy ch.004 for now, ch. 005 is already (halfway) in the works as an apology for being so late with ch.004. !!
The soft glow of morning light filtered through the curtains, casting warm golden streaks across the sheets. The dorm apartment was quiet, the usual noise of campus life barely a hum in the distance. Everything felt slow, easyâlike time didnât exist here.
You stirred slightly, warmth pressing against your back, a strong arm draped lazily around your waist. Thenâlips, soft and warm, trailing from your shoulder to the curve of your neck, slow and deliberate, like she was savoring the feel of you.
A sleepy hum escaped your throat as Abbyâs mouth lingered just below your ear. âMm⊠morning,â she murmured, her voice thick with sleep, her lips brushing against your skin between words.
You shivered, eyes fluttering open as a lazy smile tugged at your lips. âMorning,â you murmured back, your voice still heavy with sleep.
Abby hummed in response, shifting slightly, pressing herself closer, her hand slipping beneath the hem of your shirt to rest against your stomach. Her fingers were warm, calloused from the gym, but her touch was impossibly gentle.
âYou awake yet?â she mumbled against your neck, her lips moving slowly, teasingly.
You exhaled a soft laugh, tilting your head slightly to give her more access. âNot really.â
Abby grinned against your skin, pressing another slow, open-mouthed kiss just below your jaw. âGood,â she murmured. âMeans I get to wake you up properly.â
Her lips trailed lower, pressing lingering kisses down the side of your throat, her fingers tracing lazy circles against your stomach. Everything about her touch was unhurried, like she had no intention of stopping anytime soon.
Your breath hitched slightly as she nipped at a particularly sensitive spot, and you felt her smirk against your skin.
âYou always this needy in the morning?â you teased, your voice still groggy, but laced with amusement.
Abby huffed a soft laugh, tightening her grip around your waist. âOnly for you.â
That made something warm settle in your chest.
It wasnât official. It wasnât labeled.
But it was something.
And for now, that was enough.
Abbyâs kisses slowed, eventually settling into lazy, affectionate pecks against your shoulder as her arms tightened around your waist. Neither of you were in a rush to move, content in the warmth of the sheets and each other.
You sighed, stretching slightly before relaxing back into her hold. âThink we should make breakfast?â
Abby groaned dramatically, nuzzling into your neck. âThat sounds like so much work.â
You laughed, reaching back to lazily run your fingers through her hair. âSo, what? We just starve?â
Abby tilted her head, lips grazing your ear. âWe could always stay in bed,â she teased, voice still thick with sleep.
You rolled your eyes, smirking. âTempting, but Iâd rather not die of hunger.â
Abby exhaled heavily, like deciding on food was the hardest thing sheâd ever done. âFine, weâll doordash.â
You grinned, turning slightly in her arms to face her. âKnew youâd cave.â
Abby gave you a playful glare before grabbing her phone off the nightstand. She scrolled lazily through the app, one arm still wrapped around your waist, keeping you close. âWhat do you want?â
âSurprise me,â you murmured, resting your head against her chest, listening to the steady rhythm of her heartbeat.
Abby hummed, pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head before placing the order. âAlright, foodâs on the way. Should be here in, like, twenty minutes.â
You exhaled in contentment, letting your eyes slip shut again. âGuess that means we have twenty more minutes to be lazy.â
Abby smirked, setting her phone down and wrapping both arms around you again, pulling you flush against her. âBest news Iâve heard all morning.â
The next twenty minutes passed in a blissful haze. You stayed curled up together, exchanging sleepy conversation between soft kisses, fingers tracing aimless patterns against each otherâs skin. Abby played with your hair absentmindedly, her breathing slow and steady, like she could stay like this forever.
Then, a buzz from her phone broke the moment.
âFoodâs here, baby" Abby murmured, but neither of you moved.
You groaned, burying your face against her chest. âI just got comfortable.â
Abby chuckled, rubbing slow circles against your back. âGuess you shouldâve ordered after we got up, huh?â
You sighed dramatically before finally pulling away, stretching as you sat up. âIâll get it,â you said, sliding out of bed. âYou just stay here and be useless.â
Abby smirked, watching as you pulled on some sweats and grabbed your keys. âOh, donât worryâI fully plan on it.â
You rolled your eyes fondly before heading out the door, making your way downstairs to grab the food.
Still wrapped in the warmth of the morning, completely satisfied with you and Abbyâs morning banter.
The elevator ride down to the main floor was quiet, the soft hum of the machinery the only thing filling the space. You pulled your hoodie tighter around yourself, still caught in the warmth of your morning with Abby, your mind far from anything that could ruin it.
The lobby was mostly empty, aside from a student lounging in the corner with their laptop and the delivery driver waiting near the front entrance. You approached, giving a polite nod as you grabbed the bag of food, barely paying attentionâ
Until you heard her voice.
âShit.â
Your stomach twisted.
Slowly, you turned, and there she was.
Ellie.
She was standing near the other end of the pickup area, gripping a takeout bag of her own, looking like she had definitely not planned for this. Her hoodie was slightly wrinkled, dark circles sat heavy under her eyes, and for once, she looked genuinely caught off guard.
You stiffened, the weight of everythingâthe fight, the yelling, the humiliationâhitting you all over again.
Ellie swallowed, shifting awkwardly before clearing her throat. âUh⊠hey.â
You didnât say anything. Just stared, unsure of what to do.
Ellie exhaled, rubbing the back of her neck. âFuck, this isâuh, I wasnâtââ She stopped, squeezing her eyes shut for a second before forcing the words out. âCan I⊠can I talk to you? Just for a second?â
You inhaled.
She looked nervous, really nervous, like she was fully prepared for you to walk away.
And you could.
You didnât owe her anything.
But instead, after a long pause, you sighed. âFine.â
Ellie blinked, like she wasnât expecting you to actually say yes. But she nodded quickly, shoving her hands into her hoodie pocket. âOkay. Yeah. Uhâoutside?â
You hesitated before nodding, following her out through the glass doors. The morning air was crisp, the sun just beginning to warm the pavement. You crossed your arms, still gripping the bag of food, watching Ellie carefully.
She rocked on her heels, exhaling sharply before looking at you. âIâm sorry.â
You blinked.
Ellie ran a hand down her face, her jaw clenching like it was hard for her to get the words out. âFor everything. For the fight, for ruining your night, forâŠâ She hesitated, shaking her head. âFor making you feel like shit.â
You stared at her, unreadable. âWhy now?â
Ellie exhaled, her gaze flickering down before meeting yours again. âBecause I shouldâve done it sooner. Because Iââ She stopped, huffing out a quiet, humorless laugh. âBecause I couldnât stand the idea of the last thing you ever heard from me being some jealous, fucked-up excuse for an argument.â
Something in your chest tightened.
Ellie shifted her weight, gripping the strap of her bag. âI was an asshole, I am an asshole. I let my shit get in the way and took it out on you, and I donâtâI donât expect you to forgive me, but you deserve to hear me say that I know I fucked up.â
You swallowed, processing.
This was different, she was different.
There was no smugness, no anger, no deflection. Just⊠honesty.
Finally.
You stood there, gripping the bag of food a little too tightly, staring at Ellie like she was something you couldnât quite figure out.
She looked⊠different.
Not just in the way she spoke, but in the way she stoodâshoulders slightly hunched, like she was bracing for impact. Hands buried deep in the pockets of her wrinkled, oversized hoodie, her hair still a mess from what you guessed had been a sleepless night. She looked so small like this, so unlike the Ellie you once knew.
You werenât sure what to say.
So you just kept staring, letting her words settle in.
Ellie shifted under your gaze, chewing the inside of her cheek like she wanted to say something else but didnât know if she should.
Finally, after what felt like too long, you exhaled, a small frown tugging at the corners of your lips. âCan we⊠revisit this?â Your voice was quieter now, less guarded. âLike⊠after our psych lecture? Instead of going to class, we can justâtalk.â
Ellie blinked, like she wasnât expecting that. Then, too fast, she noddedâway too fast. âYeah. Yes. Absolutely, whatever works for you.â
You sighed through your nose, shaking your head at her awkwardness, but didnât comment on it. Instead, your gaze drifted slightly above, something else catching your attention.
Just above her brow.
A thin, faint scar was forming where the cut from her fight with Abby had been. It wasnât big, but it was noticeable now that you were up close.
Your stomach twisted.
You hadnât really looked at her since that night. Hadnât let yourself.
But now, seeing the scarâknowing exactly how it got thereâit reminded you of everything that had led to this moment.
Ellie caught the way your eyes lingered, her brows furrowing slightly before she reached up, brushing a finger over the healing wound. âOh. Yeah,â she muttered, clearing her throat. âGuess I kinda deserved that one, huh?â
You didnât answer. You just stared at her, your frown deepening ever so slightly.
Because as much as you wanted to pretend you didnât care anymoreâ
Some small part of you still did.
You still hadnât said anything. Just stared at the scar forming on Ellieâs brow, your fingers tightening slightly around the takeout bag.
Ellie shifted under the weight of your silence, exhaling sharply before awkwardly shrugging for a second time. âI mean⊠I did deserve it,â she muttered, trying to play it off. âFucking up your date and all, Abby had every right to knock me on my ass.â
Her lips quirked like she was going to try for a smirk, but it didnât quite land.
You finally blinked, shaking yourself from your thoughts as Ellie rubbed the back of her neck, glancing off to the side. âDina kinda, uh⊠talked some sense into me after that night,â she admitted, voice low, like she didnât want to say it but knew she had to. âTold me to quit acting like a fucking idiot and actually apologize instead of, yâknow⊠making everything worse.â
You huffed a quiet laugh through your nose, shaking your head. âSounds like Dina.â
Ellie let out a breathy chuckle, glancing at you briefly before shifting on her feet. Then, hesitantly, she rubbed the back of her neck again and cleared her throat. âListen, uhâabout that talkâŠâ She hesitated, like she was debating whether she should ask at all, then forced the words out anyway. âCan weânot do it after psych?.
You tilted your head slightly. âYou wanna skip class twice just to talk?â
Ellie huffed, looking mildly embarrassed. âI mean⊠yeah. I donât wanna half-ass it between lectures, yâknow?â
You studied her for a moment before nodding wordlessly, pressing your lips together in thought. âIâll text you where to meet later this week,â you muttered, shifting your grip on the food bag.
Ellie straightened slightly, looking a little less tense, nodding too quickly again. âYeah. Cool, sounds good.â
An awkward silence stretched between you both.
You swallowed, glancing back towards the door. âI should get back.â
Ellie nodded again, hands still shoved deep in her hoodie pocket. âYeah. Yeah, of course.â
You hesitated for half a second before turning towards the door, pushing it open without another word.
Ellie exhaled once you were gone, running both hands down her face, her heart still hammering like she had just survived a near-death experience.
Because even though she knew this talk wouldnât fix everythingâ
At least now, she had a chance to try.
The walk back up to your dorm felt longer than it should have. Your mind was still caught on the conversation, on the way Ellie lookedânervous, fidgety, not herself. It was strange seeing her like that, like she was holding back from saying more.
But you pushed it aside, exhaling as you reached your door and unlocked it.
Abby was still in bed when you stepped inside, propped up against the pillows, scrolling through her phone. The second she saw you, she smirked. âTook you long enough, thought I was gonna starve to death.â
You rolled your eyes, setting the bag down on the desk before kicking off your slippers. âYeah, yeah. Dramatic.â
Abby sat up fully, stretching her arms over her head. âEverything good?â
You hesitated, then shrugged. âRan into Ellie downstairs.â
That made Abby pause.
You could feel her eyes on you, but you kept your focus on unpacking the food. âIt wasnât anything serious,â you added quickly. âShe just⊠apologized.â
Abby was quiet for a second, then hummed. âHuh.â
That was it. No snarky comment, no irritation, just that.
You glanced over at her, raising a brow. âThatâs all you have to say?â
Abby laughed, grabbing the takeout container you handed her. âWhat, you want me to throw a fit about it?â
You sighed, shaking your head before plopping onto the couch. âNo. Just⊠wasnât sure how youâd feel about it.â
Abby grabbed a blanket from the bed and tossed it over the both of you before settling in beside you, peeling open the styrofoam lid. âNot my business,â she said simply, spearing a fork into her pancakes. âLong as youâre okay.â
Something about the way she said it made your chest warm.
You smiled softly before digging into your own food, cutting into the fluffy stack of waffles, the scent of syrup and butter filling the room. Abby grabbed the remote, flicking through the streaming options before settling on Juno.
âGood?â she asked, glancing at you.
You nodded, shifting to lean against her shoulder. âYeah, havenât seen it in a while.â
Abby hummed, pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head before focusing on the screen.
And just like that, the morning settled into something soft, something easy.
No tension, no stress. Just you, Abby, and the quiet comfort of a lazy Saturday.
The IHOP was quiet for a weekday evening, the low hum of conversation filling the space around you. The scent of syrup and freshly brewed coffee lingered in the air, the overhead lights casting a soft, yellow glow over the laminated menus and worn leather booths.
Ellie sat across from you, fidgeting.
She had been fine when you both walked inâcasual, even. But now that the waiter had taken your orders and left, the silence between you grew heavier, and Ellie looked like she felt it.
Her leg bounced under the table, her fingers picking at the hem of her hoodie, twisting the fabric between them.
You sighed, resting your elbow on the table. âEllie.â
Her head snapped up, green eyes slightly wide, like she had been too caught up in her own head to realize she had been acting weird.
You tilted your head. âYou had a plan for this, didnât you?â
Ellie exhaled, rubbing the back of her neck. âYeah,â she admitted, cracked lips pressing together. âAnd now I canât remember a single fucking word of it.â
You sighed, leaning back into the booth. âThatâs because youâre overthinking it.â
Ellie let out a dry, breathy laugh, shaking her head. âNo shit.â
She hesitated, fingers drumming against the table, before she finally forced herself to meet your eyes again. âI just⊠I donât wanna fuck this up more than I already have.â
Something in her voice was softer than before, more careful.
And for the first time since ever, it felt like she was actually trying.
Ellie sighed, rolling her shoulders like she was trying to physically shake off the tension weighing her down. Her hands wrapped around the ceramic mug of coffee in front of her, fingers twitching like she wanted to pick at her nails but was consciously stopping herself.
You recognized it immediately.
It was an old habit, one you hadnât thought about in a long timeâsomething Ellie always did when she was overwhelmed but trying to keep it together.
You exhaled softly, glancing away, giving her the space to work through it, to start when she was ready.
Ellie cleared her throat, eyes flickering to the window before back down at her coffee. âI guess, uh⊠I should just pick up from where we left off the other day,â she muttered, tapping her fingers against the rim of the cup.
You nodded wordlessly, waiting.
Ellie inhaled through her nose, shifting in her seat. âRight, soâabout the fight, about everything that happened outside your dormâŠâ She trailed off, huffing, rubbing a hand over her mouth before shaking her head. âI was a fucking idiot.â
You raised a brow, but stayed quiet, letting her go on.
Ellie let out a breathy chuckle, humorless. âLike, I knew I was being an idiot in the moment, but I still didnât stop myself. I was high, I was pissed off, and I didnât thinkâI just reacted. And, fuck, I made you deal with that. With me, and you shouldnât have had to.â
Her fingers tightened around the mug, jaw clenching. âI donât even know if thereâs a way to actually fix things, but⊠I do know I donât wanna leave things the way they are.â
She looked up at you then, her expression guilty, serious.
And for the first time since the fight, you actually believed her.
Ellie exhaled sharply, her fingers drumming against the coffee cup as she collected her thoughts. She wasnât used to thisâactually talking about her feelings, laying them out like this without deflecting, without making some stupid joke to avoid the weight of it all.
But you were sitting there, waiting, listening. And for the first time in a long time, Ellie wanted to get it right.
She inhaled through her nose, gripping the cup a little tighter. âI donât know how to say this shit right,â she admitted, shaking her head. âIâve never been good at it. Even when we were together. IâI was never comfortable in my own fucking skin, let alone my emotions, and I know you noticed it back then. I just⊠ignored it. I ignored you when you tried to talk to me about it. I thought if I justâkept shit casual, kept my walls up, it wouldnât matter.â
She let out a dry chuckle. âTurns out, it does matter, and I was a fucking idiot to pretend it didnât.â
You swallowed, staying quiet, letting her keep going.
Ellie exhaled, rubbing her palm over her mouth before resting her elbow on the table, fingers threading through her hair. âDinaâs been on my ass ever since that night,â she admitted, lips twitching slightly. âI mean, she should be. She told me I was being a fucking coward, that I didnât just lose you because I âwasnât the relationship typeâ or whatever bullshit excuse I kept telling myself.â
She hesitated, then huffed. âI lost you because I was scared.â
Your breath caught in your throat, but still, you didnât speak.
Ellie finally looked up, eyes sharp but sincere. âAnd I fucking hate that it took me losing you to realize what I actually felt for you, but thatâs the truth. And I donât expect you to forgive me for any of it, I donât expect you to justâtake me back or let me fix this overnight.â
She swallowed hard, her throat tight. âBut I am gonna try, and this time, Iâm gonna do it the right way.â
Her voice was steadier now, firmer. âNo more tough guy act, no more hiding behind jokes and pretending I donât care.â
She leaned forward slightly, her eyes locking onto yours, something raw and open in them. âI do care. I always have, and if you give me the chance, Iâm gonna prove it to you.â
The words settled between you, heavy but honest. Ellie wasnât just saying itâshe meant it.
You didnât know what to say.
Your mouth was slightly open, your eyes wide, just staring at Ellie as you tried to process everything she had laid out in front of you.
The words were still hanging between you, raw and real, and for the first time, Ellie wasnât hiding behind her usual bullshit. No deflections, no jokesâjust her, stripped bare, admitting things you never thought she would.
Before you could even attempt to respond, the waitress returned, setting your plates down without a second glance and walking away.
The smell of syrup and butter filled the air, but you couldnât bring yourself to touch your food.
Because what the hell were you supposed to say?
You had just gotten comfortable with Abby. Sure, neither of you had labeled it, but the way things had beenâsleeping in the same bed, kissing each other awake in the mornings, lazy weekend breakfasts spent tangled up togetherâit felt like something real.
And now Ellie was sitting across from you, saying she wanted to fight for you.
What did that even mean?
Were you supposed to just ignore what you had with Abby? Were you supposed to believe that Ellie had actually changed?
Your fingers gripped the edge of the table, anxiety creeping up your spine as you swallowed the lump in your throat.
You wanted to bring Abby up, wanted to say something about her, about how youâd moved on, about how you werenât just sitting around waiting for Ellie to figure herself out.
But you didnât.
âI miss you,â Ellie admitted, barely above a whisper. Her eyes flickered to yours before dropping back down, like she couldnât handle looking at you for too long. âI miss waking up next to you, hearing you laugh at my stupid jokes, just⊠being around you.â She swallowed hard, her fingers tugging absentmindedly at her cuticles. âAnd I know I have no right to ask for that back, not after everything. But Iââ She sighed, shaking her head. âI wish it was still me.â
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Perfect Ice
âá° summary: ranked 6th in his league with numerous medals proudly displayed in his home, figure skater zayne finds managing his crush on you more difficult than any ice he has ever skated on.
âá° cw: fluff, some pining, zayne has perfectionism problems
âá° wc: 1.6k
âá° a/n: short drabble in case i start getting into ice skating aus lmao
âïž
there was something about the way the white ice illuminated your soft face that made you look so angelically perfect to him. you, with your heavy coats and thick boots, made quite an impression on zayne from the very first day. "this is your coach," introduced the greying old man that was now zayne's former coach. "treat her well and don't give her a hard time like you've done with me. my hair is the colour of the ice now because of you." an imperceptibly awkward smile flickered on zayne's lips. he didn't like change - not when it was this sudden at least - and your sudden appearance as his counsel made him feel... distended. out of place. strange. you didn't greet him cordially like he attempted to with his hand out and a polite verbal introduction. you instead stood there with your eyes flickering down to his smooth extended palm and shook your head.
"i prefer to keep my hands in my pockets when they're not in mittens. it's nice to meet you zayne, i've heard much about you." the smile on your lips was genuine, he noted, but you were a bit avoidant for some reason - not that zayne could judge. all he has been regarded his entire life was a socially inept, introverted guy who only danced and spoke to the ice.
he nodded slowly and retracted his hand back to his side before stepping back and murmuring about going back onto the ice. was this the introduction? just a simple hello and goodbye despite how this change would impact his career? he wasn't one to judge on looks but you looked young enough to be competing yourself, not coaching.
the thought lingered in the back of his mind and followed him through the training season. what could you offer to him that he wasn't already striving for? you were there for his every practice but never really gave him input on his skating, you simply just watched. it was only after a month that he began to hear your voice from the sidelines every so often.
"bend your knees more for better edge control, you hesitate to go low sometimes. is it 'cause of your height?"
zayne's eyes widened slightly at your words. advice? from you? and as a matter of fact, zayne did have a problem with his height. while his long legs did make for an elegant look in his form fitting, all black outfit, they were also difficult to manage on the ice during bends. his recovery time was late and always something he needed to work on, but zayne's perfectionism masked his weaknesses well enough that only those with well-trained eyes could see to them. you trained yourself to see him so opaquely so quick.
"⊠yeah ⊠it is because of my height."
and from then on he was hooked. your perception of him became an obsession for zayne. you could see every flaw in every performance of his and you called it out every single time. you never did it disapprovingly, though, only ever informatively. like his mistakes were matters of fact that couldn't be argued over subjectivity. no. he messed up. he needed to do better. there was no more to it than that and you gave him no room to overthink about your words.
perfection was what zayne strived for. you had a clear eye for perfection. and in that sense, zayne started to see you as perfect. there was an undefinable point between the two of you that solidified his feelings toward you. it felt like one day he appreciated you as a coach and the next he yearned to appreciate you past the rink. you were perfect.
in the way you watched him glide across the ice from the side benches with your hands stuffed in your pockets and legs crossed - you were perfect. in the way you jotted down notes so messily to the point of incomprehension by all but you - you were perfect. in the way you smiled gently when he listened to your advice and did perfect executions - you were so perfect. he had seen beautiful women in his past, sure, but he's felt nothing toward a girl like you whose beauty was both internal and external, until now.
it was because of simmering feelings that he became closer to your true personality. coffee after practice? he learned then that you had a preference for tea. warm-ups? he learned then what your favourite stretches were. a casual glide on the ice? he learned that you couldn't really skate. that was a real shock.
and yet, as insane as the logic may have been, you only knew skating as far as you watched it. you studied movements and the anatomy of dancing on the ice, but you couldn't replicate those movements yourself. to most skaters, this would've been an immediate call to cashier your position and replace you with an actual, experienced trainer. yet to zayne, this only added to your perfection. you've mastered the knowledge of the ice so perfectly that you didn't even need to step on it. beautiful.
and as per his insistence, you found yourself slipping into the unfamiliar snugness of skates and stepping on the ice, zayne's hand guiding you gently. you shed the extra layers of coats and held his palm with the bare skin of your hand for the first time. enamored was an understatement on zayne's part. his eyes never wandered on women, but today he found himself appreciating the view of your smaller form next to his bigger, lithe one.
"it's very easy. left, right, left, right. i'm sure you know already, but on the ice i'm the one who's going to be coaching you, alright?" zayne whispers with slightly mirthful tone to his usually even voice. he kept his eyes on your knees and feet to make sure you didn't buckle on the ice. sure, you know how skate logistically, but your muscles didn't.
you smile back and nod. for the first time zayne could see a shy expression painting your face and he thought there was nothing more perfect than you looking like that while he invited you to his world. he tightens his hand around yours and glides with you smoothly across the ice.
"i guess it's not too bad when i have someone literally holding my hand throughout this," you chuckle softly while tilting your body to make a slight turn around the rink. chill air ran through your hair and cooled down your skin even through your clothes. ice was freedom.
"atta girl," zayne praises softly, causing your eyes to widen slightly. he liked that look in your eye, it soothed something in him. call it his inexperience with romance, but he believed a beautiful woman like you deserved to be cared for by someone who could ensure perfection for you. someone who lived and died for perfection would live and die being perfect for his woman.
"zayne, why have me skate now?" you ask with a slight lilt of concern in your voice and knitted brows accompanying it. "you have training early in the morning and you know how i feel about you cutting hours on your sleep."
zayne blows air out of his nose and shrugs. "i wanted to see you skate before you left. it would keep me up all night if i was left with the inconceivable notion that my coach couldn't skate. i had to see for myself."
you quirk a brow and gently wriggle your hand out of zayne's grasp. your body glides away from him as you could no longer keep up with his pace. you stick your arms out like a scarecrow, trying to maintain balance on the ice without help, and slowly, you attempt to glide up to zayne's drifting body. he watches you with a curious but amused expression lighting up his face. he felt like he was watching his other half, the half who didn't know how to skate but knew everything about skating. the exact, perfect, opposite of him.
he doesn't keep admiring you for long, though, as your body soon came tumbling down from a lack of balance. with quickness and ease, dexterity in every push of his skates, zayne catches you under your arms before you could fully fall onto the ice. your arms dangled up in the air and corked to the side and your legs went a bit limp as they dragged around on the rink. you tilt your head up to zayne and see his hazel eyes blown wide down at you. you grin and soon that grin turns into a hearty laugh.
perfection. perfection. perfection. you were perfection.
zayne feels a laugh of his own bubble in his chest and erupt gently from his lips. he releases you and lets you sit on the ice before joining right next to you. while his mind spoke against it, he let his heart win and decided to pull you closer to him until your back was flushed against his front. he felt like everything he'd done in hopes of winning your approval was uncharacteristic of him, and that this embrace was much more so. but when you tilted your head back to look at him with those gentle, yet confused eyes of yours - he realized that you made him made feel more whole and in-character than ever before.
he chuckles soflty and rests his chin on your shoulder before glancing to the side at you. "it would also keep me up all night if i let you go home right now. let me take you out to dinner, coach." âïž
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Invincible!Mark x Variants!reader imagine
As requested <33333
It had been a few months since the Invincible War, and Mark was finally starting to feel like things were settling down. The nightmares had lessened, the world was slowly recovering, and for once, he felt like he could breathe. That peace, however, was short-lived.
Because now, he had a whole new problem. You. Well, multiple yous.
The first one had shown up out of nowhere, confused and disoriented but seemingly harmless. The second had arrived only a few hours later. Then the third. By the time the GDA realized what was happening, there were six variants of you, all from different dimensions, all equally shocked to be here. And, worst of all? They only wanted to stay with Mark.
It wasnât even up for discussion. The GDA had tried separating them, offering different accommodations, but every single one had the same response:
âNo thanks, Iâll stay with Mark.â
Mark was losing his mind.
âAre you serious?â he groaned, running a hand through his hair as he stared at the multiple versions of his girlfriend sitting comfortably in the GDA containment facility.
One of them grinned. âAw, babe, donât sound so upset.â
âIâIâm not your babe!â Mark spluttered, pointing an accusing finger at her. He turned to you, his actual girlfriend, who was leaning against the wall with her arms crossed, watching this unfold with barely contained amusement. âCan you say something here?â
You shrugged, smiling. âTheyâre me, Mark. I think itâs sweet that they like you so much.â
One of the variantsâthe one wearing a slightly different outfit than yoursâsighed dramatically. âLike? Like is an understatement, sweetheart.â She turned to Mark, propping her chin in her hands. âHave you seen yourself? If I was thrown into a different universe and you were here, Iâd stick to you like glue too.â
Another variant nodded. âSame. No way Iâm letting this prime piece of Viltrumite ass out of my sight.â
Mark choked.
You bit your lip, hard, trying to suppress a laugh.
âYouâyou canât just say things like that!â Mark spluttered, his face turning a deep shade of red.
One of the variants smirked. âWhy not? I mean, itâs true. Have you looked in a mirror?â
âIâThatâs not the point!â
From that moment on, Mark knew he was doomed.
The GDA eventually gave up on trying to separate them. Until they found a way to send them back to their respective dimensions, they were on lockdown, and Markâalong with youâhad been assigned to keep an eye on them.
Which was easier said than done.
Because Mark couldnât catch a break.
Everywhere he went, they followed. And worse? They flirted relentlessly.
âMark, honey, you look so tense.â One of them leaned against his shoulder, tracing a finger down his arm. âI could give you a massage if you want~.â
He jumped away like heâd been burned. âNO.â
Another giggled. âYou donât have to be so shy. Weâre all technically the same personâso really, itâs not that weird.â
âIt is absolutely that weird!â
You? Oh, you were having the time of your life watching him suffer.
Sitting on the couch, you rested your chin in your palm, eyes twinkling as Mark shot you a helpless look.
âYou could help me, you know,â he grumbled, arms crossed as he tried to keep some distance between him and his rapidly growing harem of you.
You shrugged, barely holding in your laughter. âAnd miss this? No way.â
The variants giggled, and Mark swore he could feel his soul leaving his body.
Things only got worse as the days passed.
The variants knew he was flustered by their attention, and they leaned into it hard.
One whispered in his ear, voice dripping with mischief, âYou know, if you ever wanted to see what itâs like to have two of me at onceââ
Mark walked out of the room immediately.
You cried laughing.
Every day was like this. Every day, Mark suffered through compliments, teasing, and not-so-subtle attempts at seduction, all while you sat back and watched the chaos unfold.
And as much as he hated to admit it, he was kind of getting used to it.
The variants, despite their relentless flirting, were still you. They were kind, funny, and weirdly protective over himâif anyone so much as looked at Mark wrong, theyâd be ready to throw hands, much to his horror.
But they never stopped teasing him.
And honestly? You werenât sure if Mark would survive until the GDA found a way to send them home.
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Kindly Calm Me Down â Blurb
Aitana BonmatĂ x OFC
Shot warnings: crying, swearing
Authorâs note: My first request, hope you enjoy it and Iâm sorry it took me so long. I swear I wanted to make it longer. Vaguely inspired by Meghan Trainorâs song. Also I think thereâs a sentence at the beginning that, grammatically, it only makes sense in my head? idk. I wrote most of this in the middle of a mental breakdownđ
Word count: 849
Summary: Losing against Levante affects Aitana more than expected, but nothing some cuddles and kisses and a warm dinner canât fix



Mireia had not been able to attend the match. She wasnât even in Barcelona until after it started.
Having been chosen between the five siblings by her dad to be the one to eventually inherit the company had her traveling between her hometown and where her heart lived now quite a few times a year. She wouldnât trade it for anything though.
By the time Mireia arrived home from the airport, the match had ended, she had watched it on the way home on her phone.
âFuckâ.
Saying that her girlfriend was competitive would be the understatement of the century. Two times Ballon dâor winner, three times Champions League winner, World Cup winner and a very long etcetera corroborate just how hardworking Aitana BonmatĂ is.
Mireia ran to the supermarket just under the apartment she shared with her girlfriend. She picked just about any and every snack she knew Tana liked, and ingredients to make something comforting for dinner. Something warm and filling. âVegan meatballs and mashed potatoes could be niceâ. She mumbled while checking the vegetables.
Mireia set the snacks on the coffee table and got started on dinner without even playing any music on her speaker.
The clinking of the keys behind the door gave away the footballerâs arrival. Mireia turned off the stove and wiped her hands on a towel before turning to the door just when Aitana opened it.
Aitana slammed the door behind her, letting out a long breath as she dropped her bag to the floor. The match against Levante had been a disasterâone of those nights where nothing worked, where the team felt disconnected, where she felt like she was dragging the whole damn squad by herself. It wasnât just the loss. It was the frustration, the exhaustion, the weight of it all pressing down on her shoulders.
She blinked, confused for a moment, before stepping into the kitchen.
Mire was there, standing at the stove, her cherry red hair tied up messily, looking at her with her arms open, dinner halfway done behind her, and something in Aitana snapped.
The exhaustion. The frustration. The anger. The relief.
A strangled sound left her throat before she could stop it, and Mireia engulfed her in her arms.
Aitana didnât answer. She just buried herself into Mireâs arms, pressing her face against her shoulder, shaking.
Mireia wasted no time. She picked Aitana up effortlessly, lifting her like she weighed nothing, and carried her to the couch. She sat down with Tana still curled up against her, wrapping her arms tightly around her, one hand stroking her back.
âTalk to me,â Mireia murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple. âTell me whatâs going on in that brilliant head of yours.â
Aitana sniffled, her fingers clutching Mireâs hoodie. âIt was awful,â she whispered. âWe were all over the place. No structure. No fight. And heââ She let out a frustrated huff. âHe doesnât get us. He doesnât understand how we play. How we work. He doesnât rotate, not properly. His tactics, everything feels like itâs not right for us. And Iââ She hesitated, voice cracking. âAnd I needed you.â
Mireia exhaled softly, tightening her hold. âIâm here, mi amor.â
âI know.â Aitanaâs voice was small. âThatâs why Iâm crying.â
Mireia chuckled softly, rubbing circles on her back. âYou never have to hold it in with me, okay? Whatever you feel, let it out. Iâve got you.â
âI know it wasnât your fault, I know you had to be away. But I couldnât help it, I needed you. I wanted you to hold me after the match ended. Right then and there, while Olga was hugging Alexia and Mapi was hugging Ingrid and Marta was hugging Caro. I know itâs not fair for me to ask you to be on every match and that you couldnât have known we were gonna lose but I needed you and you werenât there and I got angry at you for a moment and then at myself because I wasnât being fair nor rationalâ.
The frustrated ramble only made Mireia tighten her hold around her girlfriend. âAmor, itâs okay. Itâs normal that you felt like that. Everyone was getting some sort of comfort from their partner and I wasnât there. You needed me there and I get it. You donât have to be angry at yourself for feeling something completely normal.â
They sat like that for a whileâTana melting into Mireâs warmth, the weight of the night slowly slipping off her shoulders. Mireia kissed her forehead, then her cheek, then the corner of her lips, until Tana finally let out a small, tired giggle.
âThere she is,â Mireia whispered, smiling against her skin. âThereâs my girl.â Aitanaâs stomach grumbled loudly, making her blush in embarrassment. âDinner.â Mireia tucked a loose strand of hair behind Aitanaâs ear. âYouâre starving and I just have to make the sauce and the mashed potatoesâ.
Aitana whined, pressing her face back into Mireiaâs neck. âJust stay like this a little longer.â
âAs long as you need, baby,â Mireia whispered. âAs long as you need.â
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Meant to be
" you deserve someone who will love you right mama, to love you wholly and completely. Let me love on you mama all I wanna do is love you."
From @isabella-2025
Zariahâs fingers trembled as she gripped the steering wheel, her knuckles turning white as she forced herself to focus on the road. The night air was thick, the weight of her disappointment pressing heavy on her chest. The restaurant had been dimly lit, the air perfumed with expensive colognes and soft candlelight, yet she had sat alone.
Alone.
Waiting for Matthew.
She had checked her phone repeatedly, rereading their messages from earlier in the day. Canât wait to see you tonight, baby. Those words had felt real. They had felt like a promise. But she had sat there, watching other couples enjoy their meals, listening to the low murmur of conversation around her, while her own reflection in the restaurant window looked back at herâexposed, humiliated.
He hadnât called. He hadnât texted.
And she couldnât take it anymore.
She wasnât going home. She wasnât going to curl up in bed and cry herself to sleep, questioning what she had done wrong this time. No, she was driving straight to the one person who had always been there. The one person who had never made her feel small or insignificant.
Jonathan Fatu.
The glow from his porch light was the only warmth she felt when she pulled into his driveway. She didnât even cut the engine before she was stepping out, her heels clicking against the pavement as she made her way to the door. She didnât have to knock twice.
Jon stood there, a hoodie hanging loose over his broad shoulders, sweatpants slung low on his hips. His hair was slightly messy, his eyes heavy with exhaustionâprobably from trainingâbut the second he saw her face, everything about him shifted.
âZ, whatâs wrong?â His voice was deep, gentle, but laced with something else. Concern.
She didnât answer immediately. She couldnât. Because the second she opened her mouth, she knew she would break.
Instead, she stepped inside, and Jon closed the door behind her.
She barely made it into the living room before she let out a sharp breath, shaking her head as she wrapped her arms around herself. âHe didnât show up, Jon. I waited, and he just⊠never came.â Her voice cracked, and she hated it, hated how small she sounded.
Jonâs jaw tightened. âOf course he didnât, with his bitch ass.â The words were quiet, but the anger behind them was palpable.
Zariah let out a hollow laugh, running a hand down her face. âI donât know why Iâm surprised. I should be used to this by now.â
Jon exhaled sharply and moved closer. He wasnât the kind of man to tiptoe around the truth, not with her. âNah, Z. You shouldnât have to be used to this. That ainât love. That ainât what you deserve.â
Her eyes flashed, emotions tumbling out before she could stop them. âThen what do I deserve, Jon? Because clearly, I keep getting it wrong.â Her voice was sharp, but underneath it was hurt, raw and aching. âI give him everything, and he still treats me like an afterthought. And the worst part? I keep making excuses for him. Every damn time.â She scoffed, shaking her head. âMaybe he got caught up with work. Maybe his phone died. Maybeââ
âMaybe he donât give a fuck, Zariah.â Jonâs voice cut through hers, deep and low, but firm. âMaybe he just donât care enough to put you first. You ever think about that?â
Her breath caught in her throat. She stared at him, her chest rising and falling with frustration. âWhy would I want to think about that, Jon? Why would I want to accept that the man I love doesnât care about me the way I care about him?â
Jonâs expression darkened, something unreadable flickering in his eyes. âBecause itâs the truth.â
Zariah clenched her jaw, her hands balling into fists at her sides. âThen why does he keep me around? If he doesnât care, why not just let me go?â
Jon ran a hand down his face, exhaling through his nose like he was trying to keep himself calm. âBecause men like him? They know what they got. They just donât give a damn until itâs gone. And youââ he gestured at her, his voice thick with frustration, âyou keep waiting around, hoping heâll wake up one day and realize your worth.â
Tears burned at the back of her eyes. âAnd what if Iâm not worth anything, Jon?â she whispered.
His whole body went still.
The room was quiet, save for the sound of their breathing, heavy with emotion.
And then Jon moved. Slowly, deliberately. He closed the distance between them, his hands coming up to cup her face, his fingers brushing away the tears before they could fall. His touch was so gentle, so reverent, like she was something fragileâsomething precious.
âDonât ever say that shit again,â he murmured. His voice was softer now, but there was an edge to it, a warning. âDonât.â
Her lips parted, but no words came out.
âYou deserve someone who will love you right, mama.â His thumb traced slow, lazy circles on her cheek. âTo love you wholly and completely.â He exhaled sharply, his forehead pressing against hers. âLet me love on you, mama. All I wanna do is love you.â
Her breath hitched.
Jonâs hands slid down to her waist, his grip firm but not forceful. His body was warm, solid, grounding her.
âYou donât see it, do you?â he murmured. âHow I look at you? How it kills me to see you cry over some man who donât even realize what heâs got? Z, I been right here, wanting you. Waiting for you.â
A tear slipped down her cheek, and Jon caught it with his thumb.
âYou donât mean that,â she whispered. But even as she said it, she knew it was a lie.
Jon huffed a low, humorless laugh. âI donât mean that?â His fingers curled under her chin, tilting her face up to his. âThen tell me why I ainât been able to look at another woman since the day I met you. Tell me why every time you call, I drop everything. Tell me why I been holding back for so long just so I wouldnât cross a line you werenât ready for.â
Her heart pounded so hard she swore he could hear it.
âTell me you donât feel this, too,â he whispered. âLook me in my eyes and tell me Iâm wrong.â
She couldnât.
Because he wasnât wrong.
She had felt it for monthsâmaybe even longer. The way her body reacted to him, the way she searched for him in every room, the way she felt safe with him in a way she never had with Matthew.
Jon didnât wait for an answer. He leaned in, slow enough that she could stop him if she wanted to. But she didnât.
And when his lips met hers, it wasnât soft or hesitant. It was everything.
Raw.
Desperate.
It was years of unsaid words, of longing, of wanting but never taking.
Jon kissed her like he needed her to knowâlike he was pouring every unspoken word, every stolen glance, every sleepless night spent wishing she was his into that moment.
His hands gripped her waist, pulling her flush against him as he deepened the kiss. Zariah whimpered against his mouth, her fingers tangling in his hoodie, holding onto him like he was the only solid thing in her world.
Because maybe he was.
And maybe⊠just maybe, love had been standing right in front of her this entire time.
The heat between them was undeniable, years of suppressed emotions unraveling all at once. His lips moved against hers with a slow, deliberate hunger, each kiss telling her things he had never said out loud. I see you. Iâve always seen you.
Her fingers curled into his hoodie, gripping the fabric like it was the only thing keeping her upright. And maybe it was. Her knees felt weak, her body tingling with awareness as his warmth enveloped her.
Jonâs breath was ragged when he finally pulled away, but he didnât let her go. His forehead rested against hers, his hands still firm on her waist as he tried to steady himself.
âDamn, Z,â he whispered, his voice thick, uneven. âYou feel that?â
She swallowed hard, her lips still tingling from his kiss. âYeah.â
Jon exhaled sharply, almost like he was frustrated. âThen why you still holdinâ back?â
She squeezed her eyes shut, shaking her head. âI donât know.â
âYes, you do.â His fingers slid up her sides, brushing over her ribs, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. âYou scared.â
Her breath hitched. âJonââ
âNah, tell me Iâm wrong,â he challenged softly, pulling back just enough to look her in the eyes. âTell me you donât want this. Tell me you donât want me.â
She opened her mouth to speak, but the words wouldnât come.
Because again, he was right.
She was terrified. Terrified of how deep this went, how it had always been him. Jon had been her safe space, her rock, the one person she could always count on. If she admitted thisâadmitted themâeverything changed.
Jon sighed, running a hand down his face like he was trying to hold himself back. âFuck, Z. You donât get it, do you?â
âJonââ
âI love you.â
His second confession and her breath caught in her throat.
His voice was raw, desperate, like the words had been clawing their way out of him for years.
âIâve loved you since the day I met you,â he confessed, his dark eyes burning into hers. âAnd I tried to be patient, I tried to respect your choices, but you sittinâ here tellinâ me you donât know what you want when I know you feel this.â He shook his head, stepping even closer. âYou know Iâd never treat you like he does. You know Iâd put you first every damn time. So why, Z? Why you still fightinâ this?â
Her heart was pounding so loud she swore he could hear it.
âBecause if I let myself have you,â she whispered, âI donât know if Iâll ever be able to let you go.â
Jon stilled, his jaw clenching. âThen donât.â
âJonââ
âStop sayinâ my name like itâs some excuse,â he muttered, his hands gripping her hips. âYou came here tonight. To me. Not to him. You drove straight to my house when he broke your heart. You let me kiss you. So tell me, why you still tryna run from this?â
Tears welled in her eyes, the weight of her emotions pressing against her chest. âI donât want to lose you.â
âYou wonât.â His fingers flexed against her waist, his voice low and rough. âUnless you walk away right now.â
Zariah stared at him, her heart lodged in her throat.
Was she really going to keep pretending? Keep lying to herself?
Or was she finally going to let herself have him?
Slowly, she reached for him, her hands sliding up his chest before curling around the back of his neck. His skin was warm beneath her fingertips, his pulse steady, strong.
Jon sucked in a breath as she leaned in, her lips barely brushing his. âSay it again,â she whispered.
His hands tightened on her hips. âI love you.â
She kissed him.
And this time, she didnât hold back.
Jon groaned low in his throat, like he had been waiting for this for too damn long. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her flush against his body as he deepened the kiss.
She whimpered as he walked her back toward the couch, his hands sliding up her sides, tracing the curves of her body with reverence. âYou sure?â he murmured against her lips.
âJon, if you stop, I swear to Godââ
He chuckled, the sound low and rough as he pulled her down with him. âI got you, mama.â
And this time, she believed him.
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How It All Began: The Tonight Era II
Happy Friday babes!
Another mini chapter of HIAB has arrived.
Please let me know what I should write out next; Iâm torn between some angst featuring Seunghyun & Y/Nâs farewell before his departure to the military service OR some fluff showcasing Seunghyun & Y/N time in Texas for the Dear Moon Project.
Or if you have any other thing you wanna see these two in, please let me know!
Pairing: Seunghyun x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 2.4K
Trigger Warning: the usual fluff with these two, and some very mild spicy stuff in the bonus content at the end
This was inspired by an ask by the lovely @loveesiren
Hope you all enjoy!!
When Y/N and Seunghyun finally made it downstairs to meet with the rest of the gang for dinner, no one seemed to notice the change between them. The fact that they were holding hands when they stepped out of the elevator and into the lobby felt like a bigger deal to Seunghyun than it did to everyone else. Y/N was sure everyone could feel the 16 years of built-up and pent-up tension crackling between them. But no one seemed to bat an eyelash.
Or, thatâs what they thought.
The first person to notice something was different was Daesung. He knew how his hyung was, how gentle-hearted and sensitive he was. He knew that sometimes Seunghyun carried all the burdens on his shoulders, even when he didnât have to.
âDonât worry, even if Hyung is sad, Iâll always make sure the rest of you are laughing and happy.â Seunghyun reassured his younger brother once after a few glasses of wine. Daesung went to interject, to tell his hyung he didnât need to be sad, when the source of any happiness Seunghyun felt came into the room.
Y/N had walked over to where Seunghyun and Daesung were seated at the time, reaching over the table to grab her phone. As she looked through her notifications, she gently ruffled Seunghyunâs hair before heading back to where she had come from.
Daesung remembered the look on his hyungâs eyes as they followed Y/N; it was the look of longing.
But now, something was different. Seunghyun walked with a bit more confidence in his step, gliding towards them. As if he was floating on air. He was holding Y/Nâs hand, which wasnât out of the ordinary, but Daesung did notice their fingers were intertwined instead of the usual hand-holding they were accustomed to. He smiled to himself.
âFinally! Letâs go, Iâm starving.â Jiyong exclaimed, already moving towards the hotel exit.
ââââââââââââââ-
The next person to notice was Youngbae. Sweet, romantic Youngbae. He noticed the change in Y/Nâs and Seunghyunâs dynamic the second everyone got into the car to head to their first stop of the evening.
It was a tight fit; the six of them fitting in the back of the town car required some maneuvering. The guys let Y/N and Chloe enter first; each girl took a seat by the car window, facing each other before the guys began filing in. Seunghyun got in after Y/N, squeezing into the spot next to her almost immediately. Once again, nothing new there. Seunghyun always sat next to Y/N if/when he could. Youngbae sat across from them, next to Chloe as Daesung and Jiyong took their seats and closed the door.
As the car began to move, easy conversations continued amongst the group. Chloe was showing Y/N the menu of the restaurant they were headed to on her phone. As Y/N leaned closer to see, she placed her hand on Seunghyunâs thigh to steady herself as she scooted forward. Youngbae quirked his brow at how Seunghyun leaned back in his seat as he spoke with Jiyong, his arm reaching behind Y/N to grip onto the carâs grab handle.
When Y/N was done looking at the menu, she leaned back into her seat, and thatâs when Youngbae smirked to himself. Because when Y/N leaned back into her seat, Seunghyun casually let go of the grab handle, resting his arm around Y/Nâs shoulders, all while her hand remained on his thigh.
Seunghyun continued the conversation he was having, his arm draped around Y/N like it was the most normal thing in the world. His fingers casually began to twirl a bit of her hair as he spoke, Y/N looking content.
Finally! Youngbae thought, as the scene before him told him everything he needed to know about his two best friends.
Lovesick idiots.
ââââââââââââââ-
Chloe didnât need to know the two people in front of her long to see the obvious chemistry between them.
The group was currently at a lounge, having finished up dinner and wanting to go somewhere with a nicer vibe to relax and have a few drinks. The music was smoother than what would be in your average club, but the energy was the same: dimly lit, crowded, and fun.
Youngbae had stepped away to take a phone call while Daesung, JiYong, and Seunghyun went to the bar to grab drinks and snacks for the table. Chloe and Y/N were seated in a booth, bopping along to the music. Y/N pulled her camera out, taking a few selfies of herself and Chloe to kill some time.
The guys came back, each one of them carrying food and drinks for the table. Chloe accepted her margarita and thanked Daesung when she noticed Seunghyun handing Y/N her drink. The girl smiled at him, accepting her drink with a sweet âthank youâ. Seunghyun smirked and nodded, adding an âanything for you, baby,â before winking and walking back to the bar to grab his own drink.
Chloeâs eyes darted between Y/Nâs smiling face and Seunghyunâs relaxed posture at the bar.
âUhhhmmmm, what was that?â Chloe asked, smirking at Y/N.
Y/N smiled at Chloe, shaking her head innocently.
âWhat was what?â She asked jokingly, knowing what the girl was alluding to.
Chloe laughed and nudged Y/N gently, as to not spill her drink.
âOh my gosh! Finally! Iâve only known you for like 2 days and even I could feel all that sexual tension,â teased, wiggling her eyebrows. Y/N laughed, not having a rebuttal.
âWhat can I say? He is kinda cute, isnât he?â She sassed at her friend, looking back at her boyfriend as he made his way back to the table. He sat down in the booth in front of Y/N, who looked at Chloe, before the both of them started giggling, clinking their drinks together in cheers.
Seunghyun, confused, gave a small smile and looked between both girls.
âWhat?â He asked. But the girls just started giggling all over again.
âââââââââââââââ
The last person to put the pieces together was none other than the band gossip, G-Dragon himself.
After the lounge, the group found themselves at a casino inside one of the larger hotels on the strip. The casino was full of lights and sounds, and even connected to an arcade.
Everyone split up once they got their coins and tokens, going to whatever called to them. Jiyong roamed around after losing one too many tokens at the slot machines. He looked around to find what he should do next when he spotted Seunghyun and Y/N at the arcade side of the casino. They were currently playing a round of air hockey, Y/Nâs laughter loud as she jumped in joy after scoring a goal. Seunghyun gave her one of his playful deadpan looks as he picked up the puck and placed it on the table before launching it at her side of the table. Y/N blocked it easily and shot it right back, scoring once more and successfully ending the game.
Y/Nâs giggles were infectious and Jiyong found himself smiling along with Seunghyun who pouted as Y/N made her way over to his side of the table. She said something to him, and he lit up, grinning as he reached out to her and pulled her to him. Jiyong stared, his jaw slack when he saw Seunghyun lean down and give Y/N a kiss.
When the fuck had this happened?
He watched them break apart, smiling at each other, before Y/N pulled him towards the motorcycle arcade game. Instead of competing against one another, Y/N had Seunghyun sit on the bike, while she climbed on behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist. She leaned her head on his shoulder, pecking his cheek as he smirked at her, before revving the engine.
Jiyong was at a loss for words. He had been rooting for his two friends to get together for YEARS. When on earth did that happen and why did he not know about it?!
âAhh, so you found out tonight too, huh?â
Jiyong turned to find Youngbae behind him, smiling as he looked on at the couple.
âYou knew about this? And didnât tell me?â Jiyong whined, off-put that he was the last to know.
âI figured it out earlier tonight. I think it just happened while here in Vegas,â Youngbae rationalized, still smiling at his friend mischievously.
âButâŠyou do know what that means, right? Pay up. I found out first.â
Jiyong rolled his eyes and huffed, pulling out his wallet and handing over $100. Youngbae began to pocket the money when they heard someone clear their throat behind them.
âTechnically, I found out when they got out of the elevator in the hotel, holding hands with intertwined fingersâŠâ Daesung said, his face smug and he held his palms out. Jiyong and Youngbae both groaned, sad that they had lost out to the youngest member.
Daesung smiled happily as he took the cash, turning his gaze back at their eldest brother and his now girlfriend, watching them finally get what they both deserve: happiness.
âââââââââââââââ
BONUS:
âYou sure you wanna plant air hockey? Iâm really good at it,â Y/N teased as Seunghyun gave her a disbelieving look.
âY/N, Iâve known you my entire life and Iâve never once seen you play air hockey. I think youâre bluffing,â
Y/N bit her lip, not willing to argue.
âDonât say I didnât warn you,â she singsonged, getting into position at her end of the table.
Within the first 2 minutes of the game, Y/N had scored 5 out of 7 of the winning goals. Seunghyunâs face went from surprised to playfully stoic, shocked that he was as bad as he was. Y/N couldnât stop giggling at him, as he picked the puck out of his goal once again.
âWe donât have to finish Seunghyun, itâs okay,â she soothed, but Seunghyun glared, which made her laugh even more. After another 2 minutes, Y/N has successfully scored all 7 goals, and Seunghyun pouted playfully.
âAwww, Iâm sorry,â Y/N cooed, walking over to where he stood. âTo be fair, I did warn you,â she giggled as he pouted even more.
âOkay, what can I do to make it up to you?â
Seunghyun pretended to think about it, looking at her from underneath his eyelashes playfully.
âI have two requests,â he began, as Y/N nodded, waiting for him to continue.
âOne: No more âSeunghyunâ. Call me baby from now onâ he smiled at her, watching her smile back at him sweetly.
âAnd two: I want a kiss, right here,â he tapped his lips, pouting them into a kissy face playfully as he reached for her, pulling her in close. Y/N immediately granted his wish, wanting nothing more than to feel his lips pressed against hers again. The kiss was sweet, and soft, and Y/N melted into Seunghyunâs arms.
They broke the kiss gently, smiling at each other.
âI love you,â he whispered, his dimples prominent.
âI love you too, baby,â she reciprocated, using his new nickname. Seunghyun shivered at the way of the term of adoration sounded in her voice.
âOh look! Letâs go do that,â Y/N exclaimed excitedly as she spotted the motorcycle game. She pulled Seunghyun over and had him sit on the bike before she placed a few coins into the slot.
âAre you gonna try to beat me at this too?â He teased.
âNope,â she said playfully as she straddled the bike from behind him, leaning forward and pressing herself against his back as she settled comfortably. Y/N reached forward, wrapping her arms around Seunghyunâs waist. She felt his warmth, her fingers splayed across his abdomen, feeling the soft material of his shirt and the hard planes of his abs underneath. Seunghyun tensed, doing his best to suppress a shiver at her touch.
Y/N rested her chin against his shoulder, smiling as she squeezed him slightly.
âThis is much better,â she sighed, her lips very close to Seunghyunâs left ear. She felt him tense up, almost like he twitched in her hold. He chuckled deeply and began to select the parameter for the game. The motorcycle underneath them came to life, roaring as Seunghyun playfully revved the engine.
âYou better hold on tight, I know a thing or two about motorcycles,â he boasted in a silly voice, making Y/N giggle in his ear. He leaned his head towards hers, almost as if he were ticklish from the way she laughed softly by his ear.
Y/N had a wicked thought and decided to let out a gentle breath against Seunghyunâs neck as he began the race. She immediately felt him tense in her arms, a slight shiver reverberating through him. Y/N then began to slowly kiss Seunghyunâs shoulder, letting her lips trail from his shoulder to his neck.
âBabyâŠwhat are you doing,â Seunghyun questioned, his voice shaky.
âNothingâŠâ Y/N whispered innocently as she trailed her lips further up, gently nipping on his earlobe while her hands roamed his chest. When she accidentally flicked his nipple through his shirt as she dragged her nails down his chest, Seunghyun lurched forward.
âOh fuck,â he groaned, losing balance on the motorcycle and dropping one of his legs down to stop them both from toppling over.
Y/N chuckled again.
âKeep driving baby,â she commanded softly in his ear, waiting until he obliged before slowly dipping her hands under his shirt. She slid her hands up, feeling the muscles ripple underneath her touch.
âShit,â Seunghyun breathed, loving the feel of her hands on his body. He could feel the familiar tightening in his pants and knew he had to end this before he was forced to walk out of the casino with a raging hard on.
âBaby, wait,â he gasped with a slight hiss as she bit at his earlobe before soothing the assault with her tongue. Y/N loved the sounds of his breathy voice, waiting nothing more than to continue.
âAww, you donât want me to kiss you anymore?â She teased, trailing her fingers up his chest.
Seunghyun bit his lip as he let go of the throttle with both hand, reaching up to grip onto Y/Nâs hands under his shirt. When he spoke, his voice was deep, almost gravelly.
âIf you donât stop, Iâm gonna throw you over my shoulder and book a room at this fucking casino and show you just how much I want you to kiss me,â he looked at Y/N over his shoulder, a wicked smirk on his lips. Y/N chuckled in his ear again and Seunghyun felt his pants tighten even more at the sound.
âFiiiiiine, Iâll stop,â she whined playfully, but not before leaning forward just a bit to capture his lips with hers. Seunghyun groaned lightly into the kiss, leaning towards her when she pulled back, as if chasing her lips.
âYouâre dangerous,â he whispered with a smile on his face, eyebrows raised. Y/N winked at him.
âYeah, but you love me.â
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sea trip
hwang jun-ho x preteen!daughter x brief mentions of reader
based off of this request here
for @jalicecookie
the air is crisp, the salty scent of the sea hanging thick as jun-ho adjusts his grip on the railing of the docked boat.
itâs another long night ahead...another desperate attempt to locate the island. the island that has brother. the island that is holding gi-hun hostage. the island that turned men into monsters.
jun-ho exhales sharply, lost in his thoughts, when he hears something behind him.
a scuffle of movement, too light to belong to any of the crew. the police officer's body tenses immediately, instincts kicking in as he spins around...only to freeze.
there, huddled in the shadows of the boat, is his daughter.
jun-ho's twelve-year-old daughter.
sheâs out of breath, eyes shining with excitement, dressed in a hoodie far too big for her, the sleeves covering her hands. the daughter's hair is messy from the wind, and her cheeks are flushed from the night air.
âappa!â she grins, completely unaware of the sheer horror settling in his chest.
âi made it!â
jun-ho doesnât react for a moment. heâs too busy processing. he is too busy staring at her in disbelief, eyes darting between her face and the school uniform peeking out from under the hoodie.
the man's voice is low, tight with tension.
âwhat did you just say?â
she rocks back on her heels, beaming.
âi made it onto the boat! you didnât even notice me, huh?â she giggles, clearly so proud of herself.
âi told you i was getting really good at sneaking aroundââ
âwhat are you doing here?!â his voice is sharp now, cutting through the night like a blade.
the girl's smile falters.
the daughter's brows furrow in confusion.
âiâi came to help! i always hear you talking about taking boats to find an island, so i thoughtââ
he takes a step forward, and she immediately stops talking.
âyou thought what?â his tone is cold, demanding.
she hesitates before looking up at him with unwavering determination.
âthat i could help you.â
jun-ho lets out a long, slow breath, pressing a hand to his temple as if trying to will away a growing headache. the man's heart is pounding. no, not really. it is from fear, overwhelming fear.
she snuck out.
she snuck away from school, away from safety, and onto this boat.
she shouldnât be here. she canât be here.
he crouches in front of her, gripping her shoulders firmly.
âdo you have any idea what youâve just done?â
she bites her lip, eyes darting away.
âi justââ
âdo you understand what you just put yourself in, ëž?â his voice is low now, strained, as if heâs trying to contain something far bigger than just frustration.
she swallows hard.
âi just wanted to be with you,â she mumbles, suddenly looking so small in front of him.
jun-ho shuts his eyes for a second, collecting himself. when he looks at her again, the frustration hasnât left, but neither has the fear.
âyouâre not supposed to be here,â he says, voice rough.
âthis isnât some adventure. this isnât a game. its apart of my police work... you have no idea what youâre walking into.â
she frowns, defensive now.
âbut i want to help! i hear you talking about it all the time...youâre always searching for the island, always leavingââ
âbecause i have to,â he cuts in sharply.
ânot because i want to.â
she looks down, fingers gripping the hem of her hoodie.
jun-ho exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair before kneeling again. his voice is softer this time, but still firm.
âyou donât belong in this, sweetheart. you should be at home with your mom. safe.â
she clenches her jaw.
âbut youâre never home.â
jun-ho's breath catches in his throat.
âyouâre always gone, appa,â she whispers.
âand even when youâre home, youâre not really there. youâre always thinking about this.â
jun-ho looks at her, really looks at her, and sees what heâs been too blind to notice. the longing. the loneliness. the way she just wants to be close to him, to understand him.
he curses himself silently. he thought he was doing the right thing by keeping her away from all of this, by staying distant, by locking away every terrible thing heâs seen and done.
in doing that, heâs made her feel like she has to fight for his attention. that she has to go to extreme lengths just to be by his side.
his shoulders sag.
âyour mother thinks youâre at a sleepover,â he says quietly.
she nods.
he sighs, rubbing a hand over his face.
âokay. hereâs whatâs going to happen. weâre turning this boat around, and iâm taking you home.â
the daughter's eyes widen.
âbutââ
âno buts.â his voice is final.
âyou scared the hell out of me, do you understand? i donât care how much you want to help me. this is not for you.â
she looks away, clearly upset, but doesnât argue.
jun-ho reaches out, gently tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
âiâm sorry i made you feel like you had to do this,â he murmurs.
âi shouldâve been better. i shouldâve been there for you more.â
the girl's eyes flicker with something unreadable.
âyou still can be,â she whispers.
jun-ho exhales, guilt pressing heavy against his chest.
âI'll try, and i know y/n misses me too.â
"yeah, mom does." she nods.
for the first time, some of the tension in the air lifts.
he stands, grabbing his phone.
âi need to text your mom.â
her eyes widen in alarm.
âdonât tell herââ
âoh, sheâs definitely going to know.â
she groans, slumping against the railing.
âiâm so grounded.â
jun-ho almost laughs. almost.
âyeah,â he mutters, shaking his head.
âyou are.â
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