#i meet someone and i instantly think of what our friendship could be like

[upgradebitch]

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[rosekeu]

birthday girl : s. gojo

a/n: small drabble. im bored.

omg imagine the first birthday you spend with gojo ever was your first year at jujutsu tech and he's a bit nervous, its been a bit over half a year of knowing each other and when you first walk into your first class its just a surprise party.

just all of your friends including your teacher, (gojo, getou, shoko, yaga)

as you walked into the classroom, all of them yelled "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!" and shoko blew on the tiny plastic kazoo in her mouth while satoru placed a puffy birthday hat on you. you held the biggest smile and everyone looks at you a bit confused... getou facepalming.

you obviously look at them with the same puzzled expression. "whats wrong?"

shoko snorts a bit and then answers. "your hat... it has the number one..." and she burst out laughing. you quickly take it off to see if its true and you look at it surprised to see a cute puffy pink cone hat with the number one on it.

"satoru was supposed to responsible for the decorations, including the hats." getou said trying to keep a straight face as he bumped gojo's shoulder. the white haired teen only chuckled as he rubbed the nape of his neck. gojo just bought the cutest ones.. he didn't know it was for a 1 year old's birthday...

"hey! its obviously because- she is-" he thought about it for a second and you raised a brow.

"she is number one in our hearts!!" he said as he held up a heart figure with both of his hands [imagine this 🫶🏼]

everyone burst out laughing.

..

later in the evening i think he'd be the most nervous because everyone else had given you a gift. shoko had gifted you a handmade matching bracelet. getou gave you an adorable pair of socks. even yaga had secretly given you money heh.

and you were yet to receive satoru's long awaited gift.

as you were getting ready to chill on your cozy bed and watch your favorite show, someone knocked at the door.

you opened it and were meet by the familiar energetic, satoru.

"hiya! just wanted to stop on by to see the birthday girl..haha.." you could instantly hear the pure nervousness in his voice.

"okay.. did you wanna stay over tonight?"

"uhm yes, but i came here to something else too." his voice softened as he sat down on you bed, you made your way over to him.

"what's up?"

one of his hands seemed hidden behind his back. holding something you assumed. he took off his rounded glasses and took out a small black box. "i wanted to save my gift for last... i know it's not much but-"

you snatched the box out of his clammy hands and opened it. you found a delicate silver necklace, with an infinity sign. "now i know it might be a bit cringey because of my whole infinity thing but i didn't buy it because of that, i promi-"

"i love it." you cut him off. you knew satoru wasnt that self centered. if anything you thought it was supposed to mean you everlasting friendship with him. (that might become something more..)

you held the piece of jewelry in you palm, quickly unclasping the hook. "will you put it on me?"

your hand extened towards satoru. your back now face him and you gently moved your hair to one side. it took some finicking to put on but he eventually got it.

"thank you. i really like it."

"see i was just saving the best gift for lasttt." he remarked, with a certain glint in his eyes. you chuckled, and hugged him. "i really do mean it, it's perfect."

a familiar warmth started to pool in his cheeks, and his strong arms wrapped around you.

"im glad you like it princess."

THEN YOU GOT THE GREATEST DI- im jk :p

[jpmarvel90]

Always the Bridesmaid

Masterlist Scarlett Masterlist

Word Count: 7236

Relationship: Scarlett x ReaderPugh

Summary: Y/n and Scarlett have become close friends since they met whilst Y/n was working as her little sister's manager. Y/n has feelings for Scarlett but has firmly been friendzoned and has to watch on as Scarlett makes her way through endless men and women.

Y/n's POV:

I've known Scarlett for the last 4 years. I meet her through my little sister Florence, and we've been great friends since. After doing my business degree, I became Florence's manager. We didn't know if it would work, but Flo wanted someone that she could trust, and she knew that I would always do what was best for her.

It's ended up working out really well and we've got a great working relationship that doesn't affect our personal one. It was through Black Widow that I first met Scarlett and we hit it off really quickly and became best friends. Flo would always laugh, saying that if she couldn't find me on set, she would just need to look for Scarlett and we'd be together.

Spending so much time with Scar led to inevitable feelings to develop. She's naturally flirty and I forget that sometimes. Unfortunately, that just made the feelings grow quicker. Flo worked it out pretty early on and always tried to convince me to tell her. But just as I would work up the courage, she would be with someone else.

Scarlett is openly bi, so there was never a worry about her not liking women, but it seemed that it just meant there were more people for her to end up with. It never got in the press, but Scar liked to sleep around. If she wasn't in a relationship, she was having one night stands with people on nights out or after movie premieres. Something I had a front row seat too which made my heart ache.

The closer friends we became, the more times I was invited to be her plus one. Though I was never the person that was lucky enough to go home with her. 9 times out of ten, I would be making my own way home as Scarlett would have her driver take her and that night's conquest to her place.

Thankfully, Flo and I are in LA for a few weeks, meaning that I get a break from seeing Scarlett. Which actually is a double edged sword. I love spending time with her. Our friendship is one of the most important ones that I have. But it also is becoming quite painful to be around her. She's recently out of a relationship, which means her one night stands are increasing in number. So this time with my sister on a rare break has been nice.

"What are you thinking about?" Flo asks me from her sun lounger. We're currently sat by her pool. When we're in LA, I live with Flo. I have my own place in New York, but not being on the same money as Flo, means owning multiple properties isn't an option. But Flo is a great sister and instantly offered for me to live with her when we were both in LA. There's only two years between us and we get on really well. We're not just sisters, we're best friends.

"Not much, just what I need to get sorted for Dune. When we're back in New York, I need to finalise the contracts with the team." I respond, earning an eye roll from Flo. "You're always in work mood. Relax a little." She huffs, adjusting in her lounger to turn and look at me. "Besides, I was sure you were thinking of Scarlett, you always have the same look when you do." She teases me, poking at my cheek. I hit her hand away. "I do not!" I glare at her.

"You do! It's a mix between complete adoration and pain. You're like a brooding teen from a teen drama." She insists. "I do not brood." I bite back. "I still think you should tell her." She shares, turning to lie on her back, closing her eyes. "We've talked about this. She seems quite happy with the lifestyle she has at the moment." I respond and she nods in agreement. "She has taken this latest breakup harder than usual." She observes.

"I think what I actually need is to find someone for myself. Maybe you could help?" I admit, causing Flo to shoot up in her seat. "Really?" She asks, lifting her sunglasses onto her head. "Yeah, desperate times and all that." I joke. "Oh, I actually have the perfect person. I should set you up with Hailee." She thinks excitedly. I roll my eyes as she starts excitedly rambling. I might end up regretting this. "She's in Europe for a month but when she's back I'll talk to her." Flo eventually comes to a decision, and I agree, knowing that it'll be easier.

Flo and I have a nice few weeks off in LA, It was good to get some sun and relax, although she's right. I do struggle in switching off from work, so I did spend some time making sure everything was in order for her.

Our time in LA was ending with us attending the Antman and Wasp premiere. Flo was attending with Charlie whilst I had the pleasure of attending with Scarlett. She had asked me not long after her break up as she was meant to go with Colin. She didn't want to go alone and basically begged me to go with her. And me being a sucker for her puppy dog sad eyes, I agreed.

As she was just attending the premiere there was a lot less faff than there can be when it's a movie she's in. When I attended the Marriage Story premiere with her, we were getting ready hours before and being briefed so much by her team. I much prefer it like this. She'll pick me up and I can just hang back whilst she gets her picture taken and does a couple of interviews. The rest of the time we'll be together and get to enjoy the movie.

"Wow. Y/n, you're looking beautiful." Scarlett greets me as I make sure the house is locked up. I spin around and see her resting against the side of the car in the most incredible black suit. Her cleavage is on show, and it hugs her in all the right places. I gulp seeing her looking incredible. "I think you need to look in a mirror. You look sensational Scar." I tell her as I approach the car. "Thanks babe." She smiles at me, wrapping her arms around me. There goes my fluttering heart.

"Let's get going, shall we?" She asks, holding the door open for me. "Thank you, Johansson." I smirk at her, giving her a wink and letting my hand run along her bare arm. I'm sure I see her shudder under my touch. She's frozen a little, before she shakes her head and gets in the car the other side. "I missed you." She says, turning to pout at me. "I was only gone for three weeks." I laugh at her childlike face. "Three weeks too long without my bestie." She sighs. That causes a pang in my heart when I remember that's all she sees me as. Her friend.

"Seems like you had plenty of company to distract you." I point out, causing her to drop her gaze. "Yeah, I took the breakup a little harder than I thought and let myself go a little too far. I'm ready to focus on me for a bit." She says a little embarrassed. Feeling guilty for pointing it out, I reach over and take her hand. "It's ok to be hurt. You just need to find a healthy way to vent." I reassure her, giving her a warm smile when she finally looks up to me.

"What would I do without you Y/n?" She asks, a sadness in her eyes. "Suffer endlessly no doubt." I tease, making her laugh. "You're right there. You better not leave me." She lightly threatens. "Unfortunately, I think you're stuck with me." I chuckle. She lifts my hand to her lips and presses a kiss to my knuckles. "Good." She smiles.

The premiere goes well, and I really enjoy the movie. I'm a huge Marvel geek so I understand how lucky I am to get to see the movie at the world premiere. I watched on as Scarlett did everything she needed to. People were used to seeing me with her. Our friendship was well documented, but they knew it was a friendship and nothing more, so we didn't get inundated with rumours.

We make our way to the after party and we have a great time dancing and drinking. Flo and Charlie are in a world of their own and I smile seeing my sister so happy. Scarlett is quick to drag me to the dance floor and her hands find my hips, swaying us to the music. Her touches are extremely flirty as she dances close to me, her body pressed into mine.

After some time dancing, I feel a tap on my shoulder. "We're heading home" Flo tells me, as Charlie has his arms wrapped around her, placing kisses to her neck. "Stop." She laughs, playfully pushing him away. "Have fun. I'll see if I can crash at Scarlett's" I tell her, knowing it's the first time she's seen Charlie in a few weeks. "Thanks. I love you Y/n/n. Stay safe." She tells me, pulling me into a tight hug. "You too. Safe sex is good sex!" I shout after them, earning a middle finger from Flo.

I hear Scarlett laughing next to me. "You two have a great relationship." She observes and I nod. "Yeah, I'm pretty lucky she's my little sister." I smile. "I'm going to run to the loo and grab some more drinks. Do you want one?" I ask and she nods. "Please, I'll have whatever you're having." She responds. I nod and leave her to continue dancing whilst I make my way to the loo.

There's quite the queue at both the bathroom and the bar. But I eventually manage to grab us both a cosmo and turn around to rejoin Scarlett. I look around the dance floor and my heart drops when I see her lip locked with a red headed woman. I don't know why I'm surprised. This happens more often than not.

When she pulls away for air, she notices me, and I plaster on a fake smile. "Y/n/n! You're back. This is..." She greets me with a big smile, turning to the woman. "Kacey." The redhead introduces herself to me. "Oh, thanks for these. You're ok getting another right?" She asks, taking the drinks from my hand and passing one to Kacey. "Uh yeah. No worries." I respond, turning back to the bar knowing I've lost any attention from her for the rest of the night.

I go to the bar and order a shot of vodka, that I down pretty quickly, and then grab a beer. I don't know why I let this get to me so much. I know this is what she's like. I need to just move one. Hopefully when Hailee is back in the US something might go right for me.

"Y/n!" I hear my name being shouted. I turn around and see Scarlett with her lipstick smudged and a big smile on her face. Her hand tightly grasped around Kacey's. "We're heading home. You ok to getting back on your own?" She asks me with a drunk glaze to her eyes. "Yeah sure." I respond, downing the rest of my beer and leaving before anything else can be said. I'm done with this.

I head outside and order an uber before finding a hotel nearby that has a vacancy. Luckily there is one not too far away, though my bank balance isn't going to thank me! Whilst I'm waiting for my cab, I see Scarlett drag Kacey into the back of her car, laughing the whole time.

That night in the hotel, I started to re-evaluate my life. I need to either move on from this stupid crush or remove myself from the situation. It's a hard decision as I love my friendship with Scarlett, and I don't think that I want to lose that. But in my current state, I don't think I can keep seeing her like this. I come to the decision that I'm going to take a bit of time away from her. I can use work as an excuse and hopefully get the chance to meet Hailee and see where things go.

I have a difficult night and only manage to get a couple of hours sleep. But I don't rush home, wanting Flo to be able to have the most time with Charlie. I don't have to check out until 11, so I spend it chilling in the room. Not having a phone charger, my phone died during the night, and I sigh. I only have the dress I was wearing last night. I call down to reception and ask if they can book me a cab to take me home. I just want to wash the night off me.

Reception calls when the cab is here, and I make my way down as quickly as possible to avoid the stares I'm bound to get when I walk out with smudged makeup and a crinkled dress. I slip into the back of the cab and rest my head back against the headrest as the car rocks along the road.

When I pull up at Flo's I thank the driver and head to the front door. But before I can open it, it swings open, and a body collides with mine. "Y/n/n. Where the hell have you been?" I teary Flo asks me. "I thought you knew I wasn't coming home last night so you and Charlie could have the place to yourself." I reply, unsure why she's so upset. "Yeah, you said you'd crash at Scarlett's. I tried calling you to see if you wanted to join us for breakfast, but it went straight to voicemail. Then when I called Scarlett, she said that you didn't go home with her." She starts to panic again so I pull her into me. "Sorry. I stayed in a hotel last night and my phone died." I explain. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to worry you." I tell her, guilt filling me. I should have messaged her last night to let her know.

"That's ok. I was just so worried when I couldn't get a hold of you. I thought something might have happened to you." She says a bit more calmly this time. She hugs me tightly again and we turn to head inside, but the harsh breaking of a car catches our attention. "Y/n! Thank God you're ok!" Scarlett says as she rushes out of the car, launching herself at me.

"When Flo called and said you hadn't come home and weren't answering your phone, I was so worried about you." She rambles out and I find it hard not to scoff. She had no concern about me getting home safely last night. "I'm fine." I respond a little too harshly and I see Flo raise an eyebrow at me. "Are you ok? Where were you?" She asks, taking my hands. The touch is making me uncomfortable, so I gently pull them away. "I stayed in a hotel. I had already agreed that Flo could have the house with Charlie as they hadn't seen each other in ages." I inform her. "Why didn't you tell me? You could have stayed with me." She says but I once again fight to hide the scoff.

"I was going to, but you were a bit distracted." I point out. "Oh." Scarlett says when the realisation hits. "Look, I'd really like to shower and get some sleep. I'm heading in now." I say, not wanting to be in this situation any longer. "Of course, Y/n/n. I'll make you some breakfast, you must be hungry." Flo smiles, sensing the tension. "I'll see you later Y/n/n." Scarlett calls after. I turn and give her a tight lipped smile as I continue to walk backwards. I see hurt flash across her face. But I brush it off, heading upstairs.

Once I'm showered and in some comfy clothes. I climb into bed, hoping to hide away for the day, but I don't get my wish as Flo appears at my door with a tray in her hands. She walks in and places the plate of fried goods in front of me. "You looked like you could do with something greasy!" She smiles, taking her seat next to me. "Thank Flossy." I smile, tucking in straight away.

"She did it again. Didn't she?" Flo asks giving me a sympathetic look. "Yeah, but it's not like it's a surprise." I reply, trying to play it down. "Seems odd after how she was talking about focusing on herself and taking a break from all that." She shares aloud. I just hum in response. "It's her life. She can do as she pleases Flo." I remind her. "But that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt you." She comforts me. "You're right. But today is the last time I'm going to let it affect me. I'm ready to move on from this. In fact, I was thinking that maybe I could stay here whilst you go back to New York. I can still work from here but it just gives me a bit of time to sort my head out." I suggest, hoping she agrees.

I watch her face to see what she's thinking. But I can't quite get a read on it. "Sure. Hailee will be back by then anyway so some time for you to get to know each other." She smiles, making me let out a sigh of relief.

We spend the rest of the day hanging out together with Charlie. They'll be flying out tomorrow to New York, so it's nice to have some time together before we're apart for a few weeks. Scarlett texts me a couple of times and I respond to be nice.

Scarly: So when do you get to New York? We should head for dinner to celebrate being reunited.

Y/n/n: I'm actually not flying back with Flo. I'm staying for some last minute work in LA for a few more weeks.

Scarly: Wait what? You didn't mention anything last night. We were meant to be reunited to take New York by storm.

Y/n: You were a little distracted last night. I'm sure you'll be fine until I get there next month.

My response is a little short and I feel bad. But I don't think I can keep up with the charade anymore. She's not too happy that I didn't tell her, but eventually stops complaining about it. She makes me promise to have a bestie weekend when I get home and I reluctantly agree. Hopefully by then, I'll be in a better place and can be a good friend to her without being hung up on her.

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The first few days in LA on my own were weird. I had always been around Flo and having this time working with her but from the other side of the country, is strange. But I soon get into a routine and start to focus on myself a bit more. I start going to the gym and eating better. I'm really starting to feel good about myself and the more days that pass the less I'm thinking of Scarlett.

Flo contacted me after being away for a week to inform me that Hailee is back in LA and would like to meet up. She shares my number with her, and I end up getting a text from her 5 minutes after hanging up from Flo. She works fast!

Over the next few weeks, I spend a lot of time with Hailee. She is so sweet and hilariously funny. I really enjoy spending time with her, and we've gone on some interesting dates. Flo is super excited as she gets the gossip from both sides and is even more excited when I tell her that Hailee will be coming to New York for a few weeks for work, so we arrange to all go out together.

Whilst Hailee and I are having lunch together at a local Italian, she looks up to me a little nervously. "Everything ok?" I ask her and she nods. "Yeah. I um. Just have a question for you." She stutters a little. I nod encouragingly, smiling to show her I'm listening. "Kevin Feige is setting up this charity gala in New York. There are loads of the cast from different Marvel movies attending. I was wondering if you would like to be my date?" She asks me through a wave of confidence.

"I would love to." I respond a little too quickly, but Hailee doesn't seem to care as her eyes go wide. "Really?!" She asks and I nod. "Yeah. I'd be stupid to say no to getting to turn up with a beautiful lady on my arm." I flirt, making her blush. "Amazing, I'll get my team to sort it all out." She says excitedly, reaching out to take my hand.

After extending my stay in LA for another week, I finally return to New York. I've kept in contact with Scarlett whilst I've been away, but she's been busy, helping me in creating the needed distance. I definitely feel like I'm in a better position to see her again. Although Hailee and I are only friends at the moment, she's brought a new happiness to my life and even if she's just a new friend, she's helped me more than she knows.

I'm only home for about 4 hours when there's a knock at my door. I know it's not Flo as she's out of town for a couple of days. But I'm also not surprised when I see Scarlett smiling excitedly, a bottle of wine in her hand. She instantly pulls me into a tight hug. "Thank God your home. You're never allowed to be gone for so long again." She tells me firmly, letting herself into my apartment, making her way into the kitchen and grabbing two glasses.

We spend the evening catching up and I can see how far I've come. Looking at Scarlett, I know there are some feelings still under the surface, but I know I'm on my way to getting over her. I actually enjoy myself, seeing that our friendship is intact and I hope that it continues that way.

"So, Y/n/n I was hoping you'd be my plus one for a charity Gala next week. I wanted to ask you earlier, but I also wanted to ask you face to face." She tells me with a smile, but it drops when she sees my frown. "Oh, I'm sorry. I'm actually already going with someone else." I tell her. "Oh, is Charlie not able to go with Flo?" She asks but I shake my head. "I'm actually going with Hailee." I tell her and I'm sure I see pain flash across her face.

"Steinfeld?" She asks and I nod. "Yeah, we've been getting to know each other in LA." I tell her. She gulps a little and forces a smile on her face. "Are you dating?" She questions. "Not really. Well, maybe kind of. We've just been spending time together. Flo introduced us." I explain. "Hmm. I'll be talking with her." She mumbles. I don't think she realises that she says that out loud, but I let it slide. "Well, at least I'll get to see you there." She says, forcing that fake smile again.

The rest of the night feels a little awkward. Is she unhappy that I'm unable to go with her. I mean, I'm only ever there for her until she finds the person that she wants to head home with. At least this time, I'll be with someone that wants me there with them entirely.

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The night of the gala comes around quickly. Hailee and I get ready together at my apartment as she doesn't have a property in New York. It's quite relaxed, even though there are about 10 strangers in my home, getting us, all made up for the night.

We meet with Flo and Charlie to go into the gala together. Hailee holds her arm out to me and I link with her. "Shall we." She smiles, scrunching up her nose at me. "After you Miss Steinfeld." I return. We take our time taking photos along the red carpet. It's strange being in the photos like this. Normally, I stand back as Scarlett has her photos taken. But Hailee has her arm tightly around me, only letting me go when her manager insists she needs solo photos.

As we reach the end of the carpet, I hear Scarlett's name being called and turn to see her walking down the red carpet on her own. She's killing it and the crowd are eating it up to see her going solo. I smile, seeing her doing so well, but turn back to Hailee, giving her my full attention.

When we get into the hall, we find our table and I see that Scarlett is sat next to me. Also on our table are Flo, Lizzie and Seb. As I'm pulling out Hailee's chair for her, I hear the familiar raspy voice from beside me. "Always the gentlewoman is Y/n." She smiles.

I turn and give her a hug in greeting. "You look lovely Scarlett." I tell her and she returns the compliment. "Have you met Hailee before?" I ask. "Very briefly, but it's lovely to see you again." She says, leaning down to give her a kiss on the cheek.

Dinner is actually really fun. There is live music through the night, an auction and a couple of speeches to talk about the cause they're supporting. We're having a good time on our table and the drinks are flowing. I notice that Scarlett is looking fiercely at Hailee and I. But each time I make eye contact, she smiles and lets the façade drop.

The last musical act of the night is Niall Horan. He's great but I see that Hailee becomes more uncomfortable. Then I remember that they broke up not too long ago. I lean into her and place my arm around her shoulder. "Are you ok?" I ask quietly and she nods. "Yeah. Just haven't seen him in a while." She admits. "Do you want a drink?" I ask and she nods. "Yeah, let's go." She smiles, taking my hand and leading me off to the bar. I can feel Scarlett's eyes on me as we walk away but I ignore it. Focusing on Hailee in this moment.

Whilst we're at the bar, I hear an Irish accent and Hailee freezes. She looks at me and I smile, taking an exaggerated breath which she copies. She then turns around and greets Niall. "This is Y/n." She introduces me after they have a short hug. "Pleasure to meet you." He smiles, holding his hand out to me. I take it and smile in return. "You too."

There is an awkward silence and I suddenly feel like I'm the odd one out. "Could we uh. Maybe talk?" Niall asks and Hailee stutters at the request, turning to look at me. "Go on, I'll take our drinks to the table." I tell her and she smiles gratefully. "Thanks Y/n." She replies, placing a kiss to my cheek and following Niall.

I return to the table and Flo looks at me with a confused look. "Where's Hailee?" She asks. "Uh. Niall wanted to talk to her." I inform her and she looks shocked. "Oh." Is all she says. "Yeah. Oh." I say back. There are clearly feelings still between them and I'm expecting the inevitable to happen.

"Where are the others?" I ask, not lingering on the subject of Hailee. "On the dance floor." She replies, pointing in their direction. Lizzie and Seb are dancing like idiots whilst Scarlett is dancing with a man I don't recognise. Probably her conquest for the night.

"Shall we join them?" She asks and I nod, downing my drink, wanting to dance with my sister. We join the others and Scarlett's eyes flick to me and then around us. I'm not sure what she's looking for, but whatever it is, makes her leave the arms of the mystery man to join us in a group dance.

I let myself go, not dwelling on the disaster that is my love life. In this moment, I'm having a great time dancing with everyone. It's nice actually having this time with Scarlett too. She's giving far more attention than she normally does. I wonder if Flo has told her the whole Hailee thing and she's feeling sorry for me.

My happiness doesn't last for long though when I feel a tap on my shoulder. I see Hailee with a guilty look on her face. She nods her head to the side of the dance floor, and I follow her. Feeling Flo and Scarlett's gaze on us. "I'm really sorry." Hailee rushes out but I stop her. "It's ok. You still have feelings for him." I answer for her. "H-how did you know?" She asks shocked. "I could see it. It's quite obvious." I chuckle. "Oh. I didn't mean for this to happen. I really do like you." She says but I can tell it's conflicted.

"It's really ok. We aren't together. It was nice being able to spend time with you." I reassure her, but it doesn't stop tears falling down her cheeks. "Why are you being so kind?" She asks. "There's nothing to be angry about. As long as you're happy, that's what matters." I respond, and she pulls me into a tight hug. "I'd love to still be friends with you. You've really brought some light to my life." She says, almost with a pleading look. "Friends it is." I smile, holding my hand out jokingly. She takes it and shakes it laughing. "Now go find your man." I instruct her.

She looks at me once more, almost like she's checking that I'm ok. When she sees what she's looking for, she turns around and I watch as she makes her way to Niall. Not feeling like staying around anymore, I head to find Flo, who's with Charlie on the dance floor.

When I reach her, she looks at me with a sympathetic look. "Well?" She asks, although I'm sure she already knows. "It seems like I'm never destined to be more than friends." I chuckle coldly. "Oh Y/n/n. You deserve so much more." She wraps her arms around me and holds me tight. "Maybe one day. But right now. I think I want to head home." I say and she nods. "Of course. We can come take you." She offers but I shake my head.

"No. Stay you're having fun. I can just grab a cab. I'll text you when I'm home" I reassure her. "Ok. If, you're sure. Please be careful." She says, placing a kiss to my cheek. I say goodbye to Charlie and Lizzie and ask Flo to tell Scarlett that I've headed home. Assuming that she's off with that guy from earlier.

Scarlett's POV:

Seeing Y/n hand in hand with Hailee was a pain I did not enjoy feeling. The jealousy built up within me, but I forced a fake smile on my face. When she told me she was going to be her plus one, it broke my heart. I love going to events like this with Y/n. She's so much fun and I feel like I can be completely myself around her.

I had developed feelings for her about a year ago, but I knew she was off limits being Flo's sister. Though seeing her tonight, I think I need a conversation with Flo. I don't think I can see Y/n date someone else. It would break me.

When she and Flo joined us on the dance floor, I looked around to see where Hailee was, but I couldn't see her which was odd. What I did notice was the change in demeanour from Y/n. I know her like the back of my hand, and I can tell when her feelings change. Has Hailee hurt her? If she has, I'm going to be having words.

When Hailee returns, I glare at her and watch intently as Y/n follows her off the dance floor. "Easy there you might kill her with that glare." Flo laughs at me. "You know, if you like her, you should just tell her. Stop fucking around with randoms and get your act together for her." She calls me out and I look at her shocked. "Come on, your feelings for her are pretty obvious. No matter how many people you sleep with, it won't change that. But you should know, you're going to lose her if you don't sort it out." Flo warns me.

"I uh. That's not what's going on. Besides, she's your sister." I try to defend weekly, and she just laughs loudly. "That doesn't bother me. As long as you're both happy that's all that matters. But I'm telling you now, if you decide to go there, you better not hurt her anymore. I won't take seeing her sad." She threatens lightly. "Wait, what do you mean anymore?" I question, which makes Flo's eyes go wide.

"Flo?" I question lowly but she just looks around her for an escape, which comes in the guise of Charlie, who she quickly pulls into her for a heated kiss. "Ok, wow. No need to eat his face. I don't need to see this." I say with a scrunched up face. I turn and make my way to the bathroom.

I splash some water on my face and try to psych myself up. "Come on Johansson. Just bite the bullet and tell her how you feel." I give myself a pep talk, looking at myself in the mirror. I need to do this before it's too late and her and Hailee are together.

With a wave of confidence, I make my way out of the bathroom on the hunt for Y/n. I catch the back of her and see her leaving. I run towards Flo in a panic. "Where's she going?" I ask her, worried I'm about to miss my opportunity. "She's heading home" Flo replies, a sad look on her face as she watches after her sister. "What about Hailee?" I ask but she simply points towards the bar where she's in the arms of Niall.

It makes my blood boil to know she's hurt her. It takes all of me to not head over there and give her a piece of my mind for hurting my best friend. "If you're quick, you might be able to catch her." Flo smirks at me. I don't think, instead, I rush off in pursuit of Y/n.

When I get outside, I see her propped against the wall, clearly waiting for a taxi. I take a deep breath and slowly walk over to her, resting on the wall next to her. "I'm sorry." I say, not really sure how to approach the situation. "It's ok. I'm used to leaving these sorts of things on my own." She chuckles dryly. "What's that supposed to mean?" I ask her. She's normally at these things with me.

"Oh, come on Scar. I'm normally getting a taxi after you've headed back home with whoever you've decided you want to sleep with that night." She responds with a bite to her tone. "Come on, that's not fair." I defend but she rolls her eyes. "When was the last time we left something like this together?" She asks me. My mouth just opens and closes as I try to find the answer, but it doesn't come to me.

"There's my cab, I better go." She says whilst I'm still lost in my head. But before she can walk away, I grab her arm and pull her into me. I don't even think, and I press my lips against hers. It takes her by shock and takes a moment before she starts to kiss me back. Her lips are soft, and I feel fireworks ignite in my stomach. But as she starts to sink into the kiss, she suddenly pulls away.

"NO!" She shouts as she pushes me away. "What?" I ask her shocked at her response. Oh God, have I totally misread this situation? I was sure she had feelings in return. "I will not be another notch on your bed post." She yells at me, her hands rising to her hair. "God, every time we come to these, I have to see you leave with some random person who you inevitably kick out and never see again. I force myself to come with you under the hope that maybe one day you might see that I'm here, right in front of you, and can give you what you've been looking for. But instead, I torture myself each time." She rants, angry at both me and herself.

She starts to pace, and I step in front of her to stop her. "Please stop pacing and listen to me." I try to get her attention. But she tries to walk around me towards the taxi. I manage to stop her and wave the taxi off, much to Y/n's annoyance. "Scarlett, that was my ride home." She exhales whilst glaring at me.

"Just stop and let me talk and I'll make sure you get home. Please." I practically beg her. She looks at me and sighs, nodding, indicating for me to go ahead. "You're right. I've been an ass, bringing you along and ditching you when I find someone to leave with. But you have to understand I only did that because I am madly in love with you and thought that you were out of reach." I admit.

She looks at me in complete shock. "No. This is some sort of joke." She tries to deny it, but I grip her arms a little tighter. "I didn't think that Flo would allow me to date you. So, I pushed my feelings down and tried to forget about you. But I never could." I share, embarrassed to admit that I chose to cope in this way.

"When I broke up with Colin, it hit me hard, not because I wasn't with him anymore. But because it became more obvious that I wasn't going to be able to avoid my feelings for you. So, I did what I do best and slept around so I could at least numb that feeling for a while." Tears start to build in my eyes as I admit my deepest feelings for Y/n.

I know that this is my only chance with her. I may miss any chance of being with her and may even ruin our friendship. I look at her, hoping to see any response or get an understanding for how she's feeling. But for the first time in a long time, I can't. Everything I've learnt about her, is wasted in this moment. "I was selfish. I didn't want to lose our friendship. Instead of being truthful, I dragged you along, pretending that I didn't know the pain it was causing you." I confess, ashamed of it.

"Please, just know that I do truly love you. I would do anything to have a chance to prove that to you. I don't think I can live this life without you in it. Please just tell me I have a chance." I plead, taking her hand in mine. She doesn't pull it away which gives me some comfort. "Scarlett, I don't know. I've tried so hard to move on from you." She says, pain lacing her voice. "That's why you stayed in LA?" I finally realise and she nods.

"It hurt when you would flirt with me and treat me like I was the only person in the room, to just ditch me at the first sign of someone else." She shares her feelings, and I can see how much damage I've caused. "I am so sorry that I made you feel like that. I wish I had just had the confidence to admit my feelings in the first place. I could have saved us both a lot of pain." I sigh.

"Y/n, please let me try to make this up to you. Even if it's just as friends. As much as that will hurt." I plead, hoping she'll give me a chance. She looks at me, her eyes darting between my own. She lets out a long sigh and shakes her head. "I'm going to regret this." She mumbles to herself, before lifting her head to look at me. "Ok, but we need to go slow. I want to know that you're 100% in this." She responds, making my heart sore.

"Of course, Y/n. I will do everything in my power to show you my true intention. We'll go at your pace, and I will make sure that I have clear communication with you. Thank you for giving me a chance. I won't waste it." I thank her, taking her other hand in mine, my smile growing with happy tears falling. "Can I start by taking you on a date?" I ask her nervously. "I'd like that." She responds shyly, which makes my heart flutter. She's so cute.

"Perfect, I'll pick you up at 7 tomorrow. Wear something comfy. I'm going to pamper you." I tell her through a big smile. "Someone's eager." She chuckles. "I've wasted too much time. I'm not wasting anymore." I tell her, our gaze locking on each other. I want nothing more than to kiss her, but I know I need to take this slow and do this right. Hopefully if the date tomorrow goes well, I'll get to kiss her then.

"Come on, I'll take you home." I tell her, directing her towards my driver. I hold the door open for her and she slides in. When I get in next to her, I take her hand in mine. The ride to her apartment is silent, but it's not awkward.

When we pull up outside her building, I get out to walk her to her door. "Thank you for giving me another chance Y/n. I promise I'll make this up to you." I thank her, feeling a relief that hopefully we're on the right track now. "Don't mess this up Johansson." She smiles at me, opening her door. "Oh, trust me. I don't plan to." I smirk, waving to her as she goes to shut the door. "See you tomorrow." She smiles, lingering for a moment. "See you tomorrow, Pugh." I grin, walking back towards the elevator.

As soon as the door shuts, my whole body relaxes. I can't believe she agreed. The smile is plastered on my face, with no plans on leaving anytime soon. As I make my way home, I think of how I can give her the perfect date. I want it to be everything that she deserves. Because I know that Y/n is it for me. There is no one else in this world that I want to spend the rest of my life with. I just need to prove that to her and this date will be the first step to doing that. 

[phoeebsbuffay]

Imagine you are Hayden Christensen's closest friend from college and you help him going through his divorce. Will friendship be enough for either of you? Based on the request made by @calzone-d ...

Warnings: *long post*, drama, explicit smut, fluffy endings.

Recommendations: "Summertime Sadness", "Ride", by Lana Del Rey; “Scared to be Lonely” by Dua Lipa; “Here with me”, by the Killers; “Always” by Gavin James.

***

How it started...

You were 19 years old when you finally got the chance to study cinema at Y/C's university. An old dream you had, to be able to transmit onscreen all your ideas. Your family encouraged you to pursuit the academy of arts in order to become an actress, but you thought yourself too introspective to act.

Well, here you were when you met him. The one who was destined to remain a principal figure in your life over the years. Taking acting classes--well, you did need to study it anyway--you bumped into Hayden Christensen.

"Excuse me", he said to you, a little out of breath.."Is this the acting class with Miss H/N? I fear I am slightly late..."

You remembered finding his blue eyes the handsomest pair of eyes you ever came across with: they were intense, secretive, but friendly too, somewhat emotional. You were instantly captivated.

"Yes, it is. And you are not in the slightest late, young man, but /very/ late indeed. Come in, take your seat, I'll have you updated..."

He gives you a long gaze, relieved for being saved from a bigger trouble—and you can tell he is a freshman like you.

“My name is Y/N”, you side smirk at him.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N. I am Hayden.”

You both shake hands. Something ignites within, but you think it’s because he has such a good aura…

*

“You are such a great actress!”, he is telling you, so many months later. “Quit with the production, you are better than me in decorating the lines.”

You grimace, which makes him laugh. The sound of his laughter is so comforting, like this call to your home.

“I don’t like this acting thing”, you dismiss his compliments nonchalantly. Today, you are in a cafeteria, celebrating the end of another semester. One more to go and you will be ready to keep up with your lives, though you and Hayden had vowed to each other never to be apart. “I feel more comfortable behind the cameras. By the way, I just had this idea!”

And then you lean to him, ready to shake him by his shoulders. He nearly chokes with his coke—but then laughing as always because your impulsiveness often brings him to laughters.

“For the love of God, woman. Do you want to see me dead before the time?”

You side smirk, silently apologizing with your puppy eyes. Hayden smiles back, before encouraging with what you had to say with only a nod. As you do, he seems to suddenly notice how nice your hair looks this day.

“I just had the greatest idea ever! I could film your audition and send to George Lucas. The Star Wars director is looking for someone of our age to portray young Anakin Skywalker. You know, before he becomes Darth Vader, of course.”

Hayden is taken aback by what you tell him. You can see the mix of sentiments that rises behind his blue eyes: insecurity, suspicious before reasoning to excitement.

“What? Are you for real, Y/N? How come did you hear about it? I mean…”

You tell him how your internship led you to it. This is how the fun begins, how both of you in fact begin your career.

*

You are there in every moment of his life: when Hayden has to conciliate his last semester with the filming of “Episode II: Attack of the Clones”, when he tells you that he and his on-screen romantic pair are having a thing.

He is also present at your graduation, the moment when you begin to transit to adulthood. What about it when you get yourself drunk for the very first time?

He is there too.

“I hate the taste of alcohol”, you grumble, unsure how come you are at his couch. “It aches my stomach, makes me sick.”

Hayden chuckles at how all of a suddenly you turn into these kind of discoveries after spending five years in college doing nothing but well behaving. However, due to such a strong bond you two share, he takes care of you.

“This is the moment where I tell you something you told me once: better to put out than to swallow all in.”

You raise your face, eyes twinkling with amusement.

“Did you just hear yourself?!”

“Wasn’t that what you told me?”

“No!”, you laugh hard at his remark. “Oh my God, H!”

He chuckles after you.

“Well, it did make you laugh, didn’t it?”

***

• The subtle changes…

You are single again. Your ex dumped you. Coincidently, Hayden is single as well. He’s also been going through a difficult phase in his life after all the critics coming from the fans of “Star Wars”. “Episode III” of the franchise didn’t go that well and even though it’s been a year since it’s release, he’s still affected by it.

“We’ve been through so much together”, Hayden tells you one day. “We should definitely do something new for a change.”

“I agree”, you sigh. Currently unemployed, you haven’t been yourself lately either. “Any thoughts?”

“A good journey would do us well. Let us go to Scotland”, so he says, excited. “Come on, Y/N. I’ll let you drive!”

You chuckle at his old tendency to be so reckless. And you do so because you can’t refuse him anything. A bad omen you clearly ignore, of course.

“Very well. When should we do this trip?”

But why’d you bother to ask when you know the answer? Hayden smiles warmly at him.

Oh that damn smile…

“Tomorrow. I’ve already bought the tickets and booked the hotel.”

You scoff at him, offended.

“What? Why? Are you taking me for granted, Christensen? For the love of God…”

Just like that he lifts you up and throws you over his shoulder, smiling as you scream out of surprise. As he puts you down, Hayden messes with your hair, delighted when seeing he’s the reason of your amusement.

And he realizes this is a nice view to contemplate: the sight of your smile, the sound of your laughters, the joy that sparks in your eyes… Seeing you like this makes him genuinely smile in his turn and forget about his bad phase.

But he doesn’t realize that this may mean something else. Or perhaps he doesn’t want to. It’s been years now since you and him became the closest of the friends, so what if all of this is just the result of genuine admiration from one friend to the other?

Regardless, he’s going to take you with him to Scotland. And so you go with him… It is wild to consider how you are usually all straight, not doing nothing that goes out the line all the whilst Hayden is more prompted to take chances and live the present quite intently.

On that fact you blame him being very aries all the whilst you, as taurus lady, prefer to know where you are going. However, he makes life so interesting that even you, as already observed, cannot deny him anything.

So here you are now at Edinburgh.

“I love everything that is medieval”, you tell him excitedly with a spark in your eyes that makes Hayden smile. He does like when you speak passionately about the things you are interested. “I cannot believe I took so long to come here!”

“Yeah, me neither!”

It is a good time to be alive, both of you agree. The landscape is seductive, peaceful, traits much sought after such a bad period you both went through. People too are kind, albeit reserved, but very pleasant.

Those days are being built in your memory as something great to be remembered, but perhaps there is just more that neither seem too attentive…

“Lady, one bedroom with two beds”, asks Hayden, when you got to London eventually because he, of course, is a man who plans very little—much to your distress, the woman who likes everything settled.

But this is not any hotel, but a fanciful one. The said lady looks at him pitifully.

“Mr Christensen, my apologies, but there is only a suite with one bed.”

You two blush, but Hayden somehow doesn’t mind it. This is when you realize you not only don’t mind it but you also want it…badly. Perhaps that’s why you sabotage it.

“You know what? Let’s make it for another day. Come now, Hayden. Thank you”, you blurt out, pushing him outside.

“What the hell was that?”, he frowns at you. “Y/N, what’s wrong with sharing a bed? Do you honestly think anything would happen or what?”

He doesn’t realize his words hurt you, but in truth there is more than his subtle frustration at your refusal allows him to admit. There is an unspoken rising desire between you.

And of course you have to ruin everything.

“I just… please don’t be upset! It’s because I cannot afford it and…” and you tell him the other reason for it, which appeases his anger and is more palpable than you’d care to admit: you are expecting an interview.

Hayden softens, naturally, but you know he’s changed. You hate it because you know why. There are so many things that suddenly rise in your throat but they die choked.

Somehow Hayden knows it too. But he chickens away. He hugs you instead, not willing to lose his best friend.

“I’m sorry for being such an impulsive jackass. But we did have a great time, didn’t we?”

Oh but if only you knew what waits for you back to US…

***

• The marriage

Here you are, dressed in yellow, standing as a maid in honor for the bride and groom. Your heart breaks because you realize a little too late that you are in love with your best friend.

Worse is: had you accepted to share one bed with Hayden in London, everything would be different. Yeah, you may not have gotten that job as a producer of that movie, but Hayden wouldn’t meet Rachel Bilson.

Nonetheless, here you are. Celebrating their vows, wondering if you could be there for a moment, what would be like if you were her.

“Hey, Y/Nickname!”, Hayden exclaims after the ceremony is over. He is wearing his gorgeous smile and dressed in fanciful robes, which all highlights his handsomeness. But you have learned to bury everything deep inside your heart. A secret that you’d take to your grave.

“I can’t believe you are married, Hay!”, you giggle when you greet him with a tight embrace. “I’m so happy for you! Oh my God, look how grown up you are!”

He laughs quietly.

“I know right? Who’d ever thought? The idea of marriage was hardly ever entertained for me”, so he says.

“Oh right! As I told Rachel once, I do have recollections of your drunkenness state and all that came between”, you laugh too, remembering the first time he had a hangover.

“What a time to be alive”, says Hayden in his typical good mood.

As you speak, you do seem to come to terms that if he is happy, so are you. You are at peace with it at long last. Hayden, on his turn, for a time seems to have suspected that you harbored feelings for him. But he always ignored it for the sake of your friendship. Now seeing how genuinely happy you are for him, certainly he believes it was all a thing of his head.

But why does he have a bittersweet taste of it?

“Could you introduce me to that man over there?” You nudge his sides, pointing to a handsome man that is not very far from Rachel herself.

Hayden raises an eyebrow.

“Really, now, Y/N?”

“You don’t expect me to be a nun, do you?”

He chuckles.

“Well I don’t want to see you get hurt, is all…”

Quite unwillingly, though, he leads the way. And maybe the night will not end that bad for you, after all.

***

•The divorce and the consequences…

In fact, looking back now it was really a great job pushing Hayden to introduce the guy to you because he ended up becoming your boyfriend.

This new relationship of yours, however, changed the dynamics of your friendship with Hayden for some time—but maybe it was all because he was living a different life now, becoming a father in the process.

A few years rolled upon, though, when everything started to fall apart—for you and Hayden. You found out that your new relationship was damaged because you and your boyfriend were scared to be lonely. A crisis developed to fights, to exchange of words that only broke hearts.

In the meantime, Hayden realized how long he missed his best friend. His own marriage started to fall apart, but the more it broke down, the more he needed you again.

Was it a selfish wish to have you by his side? Such questionings never reached you out due to his pride, that masked his hurt. Perhaps he was only scared to be lonely too. He could deal with it himself.

Nonetheless, destiny—the same destiny that pushed one from the other—is about to bring you two together again. One call and your night would be different.

You are single now, ready to go out that night with your girlfriends when suddenly a phone call startles you. It’s Hayden. Your heart races: he hasn’t been the one to call, and hasn’t done so for a long while.

“Hey, H. How are you? Haven’t heard of you for some time. Is everything ok?”, you ask, concerned.

There is a pause that accelerates your heart. You know he is not well. Before he answers, you immediately add:

“I’ll be in your home in a few minutes.”

“I’ll give you the new address. I’m not living with Rachel anymore: we got divorced.”

You are stunned upon those words. Now your silence leaves Hayden uncomfortable. He breaks it by saying:

“Y/Nickname? Are you there?”

“Yes, honey, I am. I’m so sorry, Hay. Please stay there… I’ll be on my way.”

He chuckles.

“Where else would I go to?”

In a matter of minutes, after requesting an Uber, you, dressed the way you are, arrive to his new home. Hayden side smirks when seeing you, though how he eyes you up and down makes you blush lightly.

“Wow, Y/N. Looking hot, aren’t you?”, he laughs when seeing the pink painting your cheeks, hugging you tight when receiving you. “Please tell me I didn’t ruin your night.”

You slap his shoulder playfully, eyes rolling at his drama.

“Don’t say bullshit to me, Christensen. I just wish I knew it properly before. I hope you don’t mind me looking like this.”

“You have always been a distraction to my eyes”, he teases you, pleased to see nothing has really changed between the two of you. “We need some wine, it’s not really a warming night, I suppose.”

As you look into his new apartment, he promptly gets the best wine to serve you. Without your knowledge, Hayden’s eyes follow your moves: noticing your y/c hair is now on your shoulders, how vivid your eyes are, remaining as observing and curious as before.

He cannot help admiring you physically too: though this is a cold night and you are dressed accordingly, when you drop your black coat on his coach, he sees your warming blouse shows some skin.

Indeed, Y/N, looking as hot and beautiful as always. Such is his thought.

He never really told you but Rachel was jealous of you. According to her, she could see you harbored feelings for him and part of her feared Hayden would correspond. Nonsense, he’d tell her.

But now, was she really so wrong? Yet, another and more important question he asks himself is: how could have he let go of you? Not only about matters of sentimentalism, but you’ve been an important piece of his life.

Seeing you back hurts his heart because he now sees the stupidity in letting go of you. He wishes he could have asked you to wait for him, to never let go of you. But this is such a state of complex selfishness that he quiets his internal riot and puts a smile on his lips when bringing the two of you the best wine he has, aware you prefer the sweet ones.

“I was admiring your new apartment”, you tell him, smiling in thanks as he passes you a full glass. “Whoa, looks like we are having a full drinking night, aren’t we? Christensen, I am not that young anymore. Not sure I am prepared to have a full hangover again.”

Hayden cracks loud and the sound of his laughters makes your heart skip a beat. Nothing feels different, you think, pleased.

“I’m bringing us something to eat, silly head. Besides I’ve always taken care of you, right?”

“That is true”, you agree. “But what are we having to eat today?”

“Always hungry, eh?”, he teases you.

You shrug playfully before saying:

“What can I do? I am a Taurus, you know it!”

He rolls his eyes, laughing loud again at your remarks—and that sound has always made your heart race, hasn’t it?

“Not with that astrology nonsense again!”

You slap his arm playfully before joining him in chuckles.

“Always with that astrology nonsense, silly.”

It is not until pizza is brought to you that the serious conversation is finally there.

“So what happened, Hayden?”, you ask him softly.

He sighs heavily, avoiding your gaze. He is silent, but you are patient, giving some time, for which he appreciates it.

“How often do we fall for the idea our minds make of the person?”, says he, sounding frustrated. “Not rarely we come to romantic ideas of marriage that break before the crude reality, you know? It’s not just about being different, Y/N, it’s… the commitment, I suppose, in making everything right. Turns out we had very different ideas of making it right.”

“I’m sorry, Hay. I really am”, you speak gently, taking his hand to yours, realizing how broken he is makes your heart sensitive to his pain.

He appreciates it, but when feeling your skin against him, Hayden is remembered the days before he met Rachel. The way he made you smile, the jokes that brought him to laughters. How easily it was to be around you, how you softened him. He, who was never a sentimental man, hugged you more times than he realized.

But Hayden sweeps away such memories.

“I am too. But I am fine now”, he shrugs. “I mean, not entirely recovered, but better than being broken.”

“Take your time, it’s the best you can do. How long has it been going on?”

Hayden hesitates but says:

“Six months.”

Your eyes go wide and your voice comes louder than expected:

“YOU HAVE GONE THROUGH A DIVORCE SIX MONTHS AGO?”

At least he has the decency to blush.

“Hayden! How could you keep me in secret for such a long time?!”

You’d remove his hand but Hayden doesn’t let you to. Pulling you to his side, he says, almost in a tone of desperation:

“I thought I could handle this by myself”, he explains. “I really didn’t want to bother you…”

Perhaps it’s the wine, but your tongue runs loose with words that have long been choked in your throat.

“And what am I to you? A second option, a plan B that didn’t work out? You’ve kicked me out of your life, Hayden. You’ve never called me to ask me if I was doing ok!”

He gives you a painful look that makes you regret instantly of what you said. You’d think he let go of you and a fight would come—this happened once when both of you were drunk, though by then you were both silly and immature.

“I’ve got a war in my mind for a long while”, he exclaims, holding your wrist and he pulls you even closer to him. “I was fucking stupid, I screwed it, I know. But never would I kick you out of my heart, Y/N! And I… I’m sorry I was fucking blinded by my pain. But only because I feared to hurt you.”

You await for his burst to end, very familiar with his intensity—but when his blue eyes search for yours, your soul is denuded.

Oh fuck.

“I stepped away because he was a douchebag”, he proceeds. “You deserved better than such a man, Y/N. I’ve heard of his doings but I couldn’t reach you out when… when I was in the mid of a crisis myself.”

“You’ve always been too shut in yourself to let others in”, you sigh. “But what relation is there with the fact I was in a relationship?”

“You deserved better”, he says with greeted teeth, holding your face with his hands, both of you barely noticing how your bodies have been dancing dangerously close to each other. “You are still slow after all this time?”

You are shocked, perplexed by his words. You freeze. Hayden smiles slowly at your reaction.

“I feel it everywhere, nothing scares me anymore. I won’t let you go. Now now, not ever. Fuck, I married the wrong person. Heaven has always been my favourite place on Earth when I was with you.”

“You have always been the best”, you mumble incoherently.

Just like that your lips clash against his. In between fervent kisses, where he pulls you to his lap, no reason is admitted. Not anymore.

“I’ve missed you, Y/Nickname”, he groans against your lips. “Like the sun misses the moon.”

“Always the romantic”, you chew his bottom lip as your hands run over his hair, pulling it gently. “Don’t want your memories anymore. Fuck, Christensen, you took so long.”

“This is not a game, I swear”, he breaks the kiss to pursuit your skin, his tongue already on your neck as his hands hold your hips, making you feel his rigid pants.

“Oh Lord. My worst sin is to never be able to refuse you anything”, you hate how wine makes you speak your mind.

Raising his head to watch you intently, he messes with your hair before holding your chin, drawing you closer to him.

Oh that intensity that involves one to the other!

“Then make me a sinner too for giving you all that you deserve.”

You crawl over him, you know you do, when your tongue pursuits his, one pairs the other rhythmically, perfectly. And then he lies you there on the couch, hands already working to remove your pants.

His eyes are set on yours like that of a hunter about to capture his prey. He knows you are on fire and that he is the gasoline. You lean partly to remove his shirt, hands all over him. You gasp when feeling his muscles under your touch and you want more, but…

“Patience, Y/Nickname”, his voice is husky and domineering when laying you down again.

“Yes, Master”, you giggle softly, in such a state that makes you both smile to the other.

And just like that his hands find way to your thighs, gently parting before inserting one right there in your feminine parts, not really taking away your panties for such.

“Oh, God!” You moan sensually, enjoying his eyes on you as he works wonderfully on you. “This is better than I thought!”

“Is it?”, he groans softly in your ear. “How long have you been thinking about it, dear one?”

“For a long while! God knows how much…”, another moan breaks you, earning him a smirk. “Hayden…”

“Yeah?”

“I fucked him thinking about you”, you admit.

His eyes dart, his body shakes lightly with desire. Slowly moving on top of you, his moves increase intently, watching you with desire.

“Damned be you for never speaking your thoughts to me”, he lifts your blouse gently but you help him removing it. As he starts to kiss your neck down to your chest, your legs begin to get heavy at his tenderness. “You should have spoken it to me…”

“Never had I the courage to do so”, you moan, enjoying having his hand over your neck lightly as he bites down your bra, slowly removing it with his mouth.

“For you should. It would have spared us some time. I fucked her thinking of you too”, he admits it drunkly before burying his lips to your nipple, much to your delight.

Hayden ruins you and it’s better than you could have thought. You want him to yourself, to make him unspeakable things but it’s difficult to do or say anything when his lips are so occupied with each nipple, twirling his tongue around it, sucking and biting it.

The sounds in his living room go louder each time. You are brought to heaven, and only then you take control of yourself again.

“Hayden…”, you barely speak when he finishes with you.

You both are a puddle of mess when you, nude, sit over his lap. You share a drunk look, one filled with the darkest desires for so long muffled, now brought to light.

“Yes, babe?” He kisses your shoulders, groaning as you rub yourself against his hardness. “Will you forgive me for such a behavior?”

His words are barely heard when his head is thrown back because your skillful hands find way to his pants and remove it so soon.

You glance at his manhood, impressed by how it is when it’s this hard under your touch.

“You don’t deserve forgiveness”, you giggle softly as you start rubbing it, enjoying to feel the drip of it. “You should be punished.”

He holds back a gasp at your words. Now eyeing you, interested in your upcoming moves. And when you slide to your knees…

“Babe…”

“Yeah?”

One glance. Unspoken words fill the air. And you take with his mouth at long last, not stopping until you have it all down your throat.

“For God’s sake!”, he gasps. “I can’t wait any longer to have you with me!”

All gentleness is left aside when he helps you settle on his lips and he slides inside you. To feel him throbbing like this, going so hard in you makes you arch your back.

“This feels so good!”

His hands move down your back as his lips pursuit your skin, licking and taking every bit of you—though he does know how much you enjoy when he takes his time around your nipples, which he does graciously.

But it’s not until his eyes meet yours, sealing your lips as much as you seal your bodies together, that all is at long last truly consumed….

***

• Nowadays

In a sober state, everything is better appreciated. Hayden watches as you gleefully prepare breakfast. There is nothing but genuinely love in his eyes.

What had started as an explosion of sentiments for so long kept in secret has now flown to what should have always been: a genuine relationship. From friends to lovers. From lovers to something better.

He smiles, not now missing the lateness of his realization that you have always been the love of his life. He stands and moves to behind you, holding you close and smelling your scent as you prepare him some eggs.

“What? I’ve been sensing your eyes over me”, you giggle like a little girl. “Don’t get me weak again, Christensen. This is so not you.”

He turns you at him and holds your face between his hands.

“I love you, Y/Nickname.”

Hayden smiles wide when seeing a blush painting your cheeks. And he beams when you tell him the same.

“I love you too, H. Though I fear I love you more.”

“That is not true”, he protests in between laughters.

But before you fall into that old cliche you and him enjoy in secret intimacy, breakfast is ready. As you two enjoy that morning moment, it doesn’t strike as how many years have passed before you two achieved it at long last.

“I have news to tell”, says Hayden with a bright smile on his lips.

You rest your chin over your hands and say:

“Well? Tell me at once.”

He appreciates all the love that comes from you. The way you look at him, how genuinely you listen and help him in every moment, how kind you always are, how sincere you speak your heart out. So many virtues and even your flaws he appreciates.

There is so much love between the lines and out of them too.

“I was asked to play Anakin Skywalker again.”

And how fantastic you are as his soon to be wife when you jump in his arms excited with his news.

“That is awesome, my darling! I’m so happy for you!”

“A better start than I could have thought”, he admits, pulling you to sit on his lap.

“You deserve it all”, you brush your lips against his. “I love you, my heart.”

“I love you, my soul”, he whispers back.

And this is the ending you deserve.

***

•Epilogue…

When you show up dressed in red—from your full lips to your body—Hayden feels something rise in his chest.

“My God, you look gorgeous, Y/N…”, so he says mischievously when you show up after leaving him waiting for 30 minutes. “It was worth the time…”

You giggle, blushing lightly after all this time. Your hair is loose wavily, put on side as you wear the necklace and earrings Hayden gifted you in your birthday.

“Don’t be silly. Have they arrived yet?”

The occasion is to celebrate Hayden and Ewan’s series “Kenobi”. Hayden’s aforementioned friend said he was going to pick them up in a limo so they’d go all together.

“They are about to… which leaves us a few minutes”, he places right behind you, holding your waist tightly.

“Hayden… It took me some time to get properly dressed. Besides, I…” you get lost at your words when he starts kissing your neck and his hands move up and down your back.

“What are you trying to say?”

Hayden smirks, enjoying the effect he has over you. It’s been some good years since you got together, but even now he manages to get you speechless.

“I…”

Your mind goes blank when he turns you to the mirror and see the naughty look that rests in those blue eyes. His hands move to your breasts, playing with your nipples before slowly exposing them.

“Hayden… they are….” You moan softly, struggling to keep your composure.

He turns you now against the wall of your bathroom, mouth dropping to your full chest all the whilst his hands move to your thighs.

“Hmm”, he sings softly, humming against your skin. “Hot as hell, wife.”

You try not to fall from your heels.

“Hayden!” You cry out when his fingers find all the way to you.

“You get your man on knees every single time. Getting me overzealous, uh?”, he smirks when going to his knees. “All wet for me, honey? Let me taste you thus…”

You are almost ruined as he does so, his tongue in you the way you want him to. You forget yourself, forget the reason why this expensive gown you bought three months ago was quite difficult to dress—precisely why you’d want to tell him by the end of the night.

You forget your state, you forget you should be checking time before your friends arrive. There is nothing to remember as he fucks you with his tongue deliciously until you are about to come undone…

Just like that he lifts your thighs and before you complain, he slides his manhood within, fucking you slowly and pleasantly.

“Oh God!” You scream but he has to quiet your sounds, especially because… the bell is rang.

“That was quick”, he manages to say breathlessly as he rushes to keep himself recomposed.

You giggle, suddenly shy as you do the same.

“Indeed…”

Hayden finds you adorable and peppers kisses around your face.

“They can wait a little. I thought you wanted to say something… you know, before…”

You two share a giggle and he smiles when you bury your face in his shoulder.

“I… I am pregnant, H.”

He hugs you closer. What a night, what a life with you is. Hayden Christensen could not have been any happier…

[gunilslaugh]

Just Joking?

Lee Jooyeon

Summary: It was common for you to joke about Jooyeon being yours. Even joke about marrying him one day, but when Jooyeon gets into a relationship you’re not sure your feelings for him were just a joke. (non-idol au)

WC:~1.6k

Warning:none

photo not mine credits to owner.

“Where do you guys think we’ll be in ten years?” Gunil questioned. The group of you guys were gathered in Jungsu’s living room surrounded by loads of beverages and snacks. It was harder for all of you guys to get together these days. Everyone is busy with their individual lives, so it was nice when you all found the time to bring yourselves together. It was a time where you could forget about outside life for a bit and live in the moment with your friends. 

“Jooyeon and I will be married,” you joked, affectionately leaning your head on Jooyeon’s shoulder. 

“I knew you were gonna say that,” Jooyeon chimed. He patted your head twice before lightly pushing your head off of his shoulder. 

“Aren’t you bored of that joke by now? You’ve been joking about Jooyeon being yours since high school,” Seungmin grumbled.

“You’re just jealous that I didn’t choose you to be my hypothetical lover,” you stated. 

“Having a hypothetical lover stupid. There is no point in it. Jooyeon aren’t you tired of it?” Seungmin asked. Jooyeon shakes his head. 

“No, it’s just a part of y/n’s and I’s friendship. I sometimes joke about our non-existent relationship too. Plus there is a bit of seriousness to it too. Like if y/n and I were both still single at thirty we could actually marry each other,” Jooyeon says. You nodded along in agreement. 

“Exactly, it’s just some good old fun.” 

“Whatever you two say,” Seungmin muttered, readjusting in his chair and folding his arms. 

“Are you really jealous? I can be your hypothetical lover Seungmin. It’s ok.” Gunil gets up from his spot making his way over to Seungmin and trapping him in his embrace. Everyone breaks out into laughter as Seungmin pleads for Gunil to let him go. 

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“There’s my handsome man.” You playfully swung your arm around Jooyeon’s shoulders. Looking over from Jooyeon you now see a girl standing in front of him. “Oh sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt,” you apologized.

“You’re fine. This is y/n,” Jooyeon introduced you to the girl. You learned that she works downstairs in the flower shop below the academy where Jooyeon gives guitar lessons. You kindly offered the girl to join you and Jooyeon for grabbing some drinks. 

While Jooyeon was away getting your drinks you noticed that the girl seemed a little uncomfortable. She kept fidgeting in her seat, picking at her nails. At first you thought she might just be feeling awkward due to only just meeting you and now you two are left alone. However then you see her open her mouth only to close it again. 

“Did you want to say something?” you questioned. 

“Oh I just…I didn’t know..Jooyeon had someone.” She partially gestured to you. Your eyes widened. 

“Oh no, no, no, Jooyeon and I aren’t dating,” you clarified. 

“You’re not?” You can see a breath leave from the girl’s lungs. 

“No we’re not. It’s my bad. I like to joke about being in a relationship with Jooyeon, but we’re not actually in one,” you explained. 

“Oh. I just figured when you called him your handsome man,” the girl says.

“I didn’t mean anything like that,” you clarified once more. “Does that mean you’re interested in him then?” You gave her a playful look. The girl's cheeks instantly pinken. 

“Maybe,” she states bashfully. 

“I’ll help you,” you tell her. 

“Help her with what?” Jooyeon appeared back at the table with your drinks.

“Flowers!” you blurted out. 

“What?” Jooyeon asked, looking at you confused. 

“She was telling me about how the shop has a big order of flowers coming in, but their shop is pretty short staffed, so I told her I’ll help her.” You felt pretty impressed with how smoothly you came up with that lie. 

“How kind of you,” Jooyeon said sarcastically. “They asked for a free bouquet of flowers or something as payment didn’t they?” Jooyeon turned his attention to the girl.

“Flower shop girl is pretty,” you state as you and Jooyeon were walking back home together. 

“What are you up to?” Jooyeon turns to look at you. 

“I’m just saying,” you raised your hands in defense. Jooyeon looks at you blankly. “Ok, fine I’m being nosy. Do you like her or not?” you interrogated. 

“Are you trying to get rid of me, your future husband?” He plays, putting his hand over his heart in offense.

“Jooyeon. I’m being serious right now. I know I joke about you being my boyfriend a lot, but she seems like a nice girl and she may or may not be into you,” you said not so subtly. 

“You think I should give it a shot with her?” Jooyeon asked, taking the situation seriously. His question kinda made you think. Did you want Jooyeon to date this girl? You always joked about Jooyeon being your lover, but that was it. It was a joke. A very long running joke, so why did you feel this off feeling in your heart at the thought of Jooyeon being with someone else?

“If you want to,” you responded, ignoring the new feeling in your heart. 

Jooyeon did end up giving it a shot with flower shop girl. They had already been out on a couple of dates. Things seemed to be going well between them. Jooyeon always looked happy when talked to you about them, yet every time he talked to you about them you found yourself feeling odd. Like you didn’t want to hear about his new relationship. It makes your heart feel heavier and something bubbles in your stomach. You don’t understand what this feeling is. You pass it off as you not being used to Jooyeon talking about a relationship in a serious sense. Before it was always joking about you two being together. Not about Jooyeon being in a serious relationship. It was just something you had to get used to. It was nothing serious you convinced yourself. 

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“Y/n what are you gonna do now? Your future husband is in a relationship,” Jiseok teased you. His words evoke something inside of you. 

“It’s not like he was actually mine.” You say the words in a lighthearted tone, but they felt heavy leaving your mouth. Jooyeon was never yours. It was all just a joke.

“Aww is y/n missing their hypothetical lover?” Seungmin joined the conversation. Somehow you find that you do miss Jooyeon. Why, though? He wasn’t gone. You could literally see him sitting on Jungsu’s couch holding hands with…her. “Do you actually miss him?” Seungmin swapped his joking tone for a more serious one. 

“Huh?” You snapped your eyes away from Jooyeon. “Sorry what did you say? I wasn’t listening,” you chuckled. It was a lie, but you didn’t know how to describe what you were feeling, or why you were feeling that way, so there was no sense in talking about it. Seungmin could tell that something was off, but he didn’t pry. Instead he followed your lie with another. 

“I said I was gonna grab a water. Do you want one?” he questioned. 

“Yes, please,” you told him. Seungmin goes off to grab the waters leaving you there with Jiseok who was staring at you. “What?” you asked. 

“You and Seungmin are being weird,” Jiseok states. 

“Cause he’s still jealous about not being my hypothetical lover,” you dismissed. 

“He could be though. Since Jooyeon’s in a relationship now.” Jiseok’s words felt like a punch in the gut. Seungmin came back with the waters and handed you one. You thanked him. Your eyes glanced back across the room over to Jooyeon just in time to see him place a kiss on her cheek. You felt a pang in your heart. The happy smiles on their faces only made your heart hurt more. 

“Are you ok?” Seungmin checked on you. 

“I feel a bit off I guess,” you say, ripping your eyes away from Jooyeon. 

“Yeah you’re acting a bit off too,” Jiseok noted, looking at you with worried eyes.

“I think I should head home. Sorry,” you say. 

“Do you want me to take you?” Seungmin offered. You shook your head. 

“That’s ok. I can go home by myself,” you said. 

“Are you sure?” Jiseok double checks. 

“Yeah, just tell the others I wasn’t feeling well,” you tell them. You said your goodbyes then headed out. 

When you arrived home you took a shower and got changed. Then you went to your bed to lay down. You heard your message alerts for your phone go off. “Seungmin and Jiseok said you weren’t feeling well : /” “Feel better” The messages were from Jooyeon. Your mind goes back to the sight of Jooyeon holding her hand and kissing her cheek. Your chest tightens and your stomach turns at the thought of it.

A wave of realization crashes into you. Your feelings for Jooyeon were never just a joke. You weren’t joking about Jooyeon being your boyfriend. You wanted him to be your boyfriend. All the times you joked about your one on one hangouts being dates. You actually wanted them to be dates. When you joke about Jooyeon being your handsome man. You really wanted him to be your handsome man. You liked Jooyeon. You weren’t just joking around. Now he's in a relationship. A relationship that you told him to give a shot nonetheless.You felt stupid for never realizing your feelings sooner. Right now you only know two things. You liked Jooyeon and it hurts to see him with someone else.

Pick your ending!

Just Joking? Seungmin Ending

Just Joking? Jooyeon Ending

Just Joking? Jiseok Ending

[hamiltonfilms]

Hey, could you do a continuation of social media au with Arthur? I really enjoyed the first part so I am waiting for new parts.

Get Lucky 😎

INSTAGRAM AU/STORY

pairing : Arthur Leclerc x Verstappen!reader

summary : you and arthur crush each other and you think no one knows about it but everyone sees it

warning: fluff but also angst, memory of a broken heart, overprotective brother Max, +16, adults language

a/n: so I decided to write a continuation so keep reading and I hope you like it

part 1 / part 3

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yn/verstappen pov you accidentally leave your phone in a meeting and go to the toilet.

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arthur_leclerc I just noticed something wrong with my face

dennis_hauger you should be glad you have a more cooler camera roll now

y/nverstappen yes, if you mean you're cursed photos

oscarpiastri I was forced to take this photo they wouldn't let me eat in peace

y/nverstappen I'm sorry for those idiots who didn't let you eat in peace

juri_vips wow, I'm a handsome dude in these photos

yn/verstappen especially on the last oneespecially on the last one

y/nfanss1 ok but what is wrong with arthur's picture

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dennis_hauger dancing queen

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y/nverstappen I don't know whether to laugh or cry

dennis_hauger I think both answers are correct

maxverstappen1 do you both look like you're on something, y/n i hope you're not high

y/nverstappen attention attention bro overprotective mode on, no max i'm 100% sober and not high

randomfan33 oh jesus so cute does anyone know if they are a couple?

y/nfansss the only thing dennis and y/n have in common is that they are teammates apart from their friendship

y/nverstappen

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yn/verstappen just a photo dump from last week

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danielricciardo I'm still waiting for you to start your jpg account

y/nverstappen Maybe someday you'll see haha

danyricfann1 yes y/n provides us with the content of daniel and max's pictures and she is also a swiftie, i just love her

y/nloverr like we all welcome to the fan club

arthur_leclerc I see a great T-shirt in the 5th photo, I think I should buy it for my brother

y/nverstappen hahhaha i think everyone loved this shirt

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randomgirl today is our day. love my sweet boyfriend

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arthur_leclerc ❤❤❤

arthurandy/nforever nooo arthur and y/n were supposed to be a couple and they weren't and y/n liked??!?

arthurfanss today we will talk about how artur looks in these photos or what about y/n

user567 y/n and artur were and are rivals from what is known, they were not even friends

currently MP Motorsports

A meeting like a meeting I didn't really care about them why hmm maybe because they've been talking for two fucking years about having to change tactics and whether they will or not. Browsing through instagram, out of boredom, I saw a post on the proposed one and something seemed to me that the boy from this post seemed strangely familiar after the comment I saw that it was Artur. Instantly my heart was shattered and tears welled up in my eyes. On Dennis's face, I saw this strangely laughing, terrified expression.

"Y/n if you feel bad, you can go to the toilet, you know, anyway, it's the end of the meeting" I heard from the mouth of one of the strategists.

I ignored everyone's gaze and, like the rest, got up from my chair and left the conference room. Someone grabbed my arm, I turned around and saw it was Dennis (the one who is my best friend from karting, let's say he protected me from stupid assholes and I protected him from stupid girls) Hauger.

"It's okay you look miserable you know y/n I'm getting worried" I didn't have the strength to even respond so I showed him my phone "that's an asshole"

That's how only he and I knew about my "crush" despite everything he tried to prove to me that it was only temporary, but it wasn't. I felt him hug me so I hugged him tighter. I felt tears running down my cheeks immediately in my head I felt terribly pathetic but I can see that I felt betrayed and why? Let's think maybe it's because lately I thought I had an advantage, because he flirted with me, maybe because I was a cheap whore to him, that something happened, that I was just stupid. Our hug is over.

"It's not your fault, he just doesn't have much taste" I felt a smile appear on my face, I still don't know why he is on my side. "If it makes you feel any better, we're all going to the club after the race tonight and I'm pretty sure he'll be there with her so we can give him a reason to be jealous."

"Sometimes I don't deserve you golden boy you know?"

Without words, we set off to the garage to gather for the race. It wasn't an awkward silence, on the contrary, it was comfortable. Suddenly I felt someone enter me.

"I'm sorry I didn't see you" that uplifting tone of voice was telling me something so I looked up and saw Arthur.

"It's okay" I said with a slight smile and kept walking even though I could feel his eyes on my back.

A moment passed and it was after the race p3 is not such a bad result even though if it wasn't for arthur I would have had p2. After the time spent and the media interviews, I went to change clothes and arrange a time with Dennis to pick me up from the hotel. I got in the car and headed towards the hotel but my attention was caught by a dingy Mexican restaurant I had a bad mood I don't know if it was because of the whole thing with Arthur or because instead of p2 I have p3 or maybe because I have my period. Probably summarizing all aspects are correct. While eating the burito, tears began to flow by themselves, but I was eating and driving at the same time, which probably wasn't safe because of the sea of tears from my eyes. When I ate and got to the hotel I threw myself on the bed I had a lot of notifications but I thought that probably people were congratulating me on a successful race. Suddenly on the phone screen I saw that "loser brother" is calling, he probably wanted to go out today because we are in the same place.

"Do you ever write back when you need to?!" You can tell the frustration in his voice

"Nice to hear from you too"

"Y/n is no place for jokes, you and Artur what about you, broken heart. I don't know to come to you with ice cream and tons of sweets" that voice I remember from childhood, the older brother's concerned voice.

"What the fuck are you thinking. Me and Arthur, heartbroken?"

"So not okay, but wait, so you're not?"

"No Max, nothing has ever connected me with him, I don't know where this idea came from"

"So you haven't been on Instagram wait I'll send you a link and remember I'll always be by your side" He hung up to be honest I don't know if I was scared or laughing but as soon as I opened it I froze.

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motosportgossip is y/n going through a broken heart? what is behind the crying and burrito, did arthur leave her for someone else?

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user44 they were never a couple

y/nloverrr not just our poor y/n if that's true then i don't believe in love

y/nverstappen you missed because the reason was my p3 and probably period so yeah

y/nfans god she slaying

[sev-on-kamino]

Could you do something for f!reader x tech for prompt 14 or 12? No pressure though. LOVE YOUR WRITING 🩷✨

I can, and I will, friend! Thank you so freakin’ much 🥹🥰 I apologize this took so long 😩, but I hope you love it🥰

Blossoming Romance #14: Looking at their lips as they talk (prompt list here)

Tech x afab!Reader

warnings: prepare yourself for fluff, a lil misunderstanding, followed by more fluff🥰

word count: 772

Tech liked to talk, and you liked to listen. The topic didn’t matter. Linguistics, flora and fauna, the finer points of hyperspace travel. You absorbed it all like a sponge. He would get so excited, yet serious. His eyes lighting up, his hands gesturing about. His voice holding your focus captive.

You loved it all, but lately you were distracted. You’d ask a question, he’d launch into the answer, but instead of focusing on the answer, and adding to your increasing compendium of knowledge, your mind would wander. Your eyes hopelessly drawn to his lips.

Every so often his tongue would dart past his teeth to wet his lips, and it would really take everything you had to pretend you’d heard whatever he’d just said. It was growing more and more difficult not to interrupt him with kisses. You wanted to tug his helmet off, press up against him, and indulge in those lips of his. Unfortunately your split focus had not gone unnoticed.

Tech had been thrilled to finally meet someone who could not only handle his tendency to dig into almost any subject in great detail, but who seemed to genuinely enjoy every moment. Lately though it seemed like your mind was anywhere else. The friendship turned relationship was still new, but according to Tech’s research you shouldn’t have been bored of him already. There was still so much for the two of you to learn about each other.

You still sought him out, still asked him to teach you things. It didn’t make any sense to him when you would inevitably get distracted and he’d lose you for several moments.

“Tech,” you called, as you entered the cockpit holding your holopad. “It’s giving me that error message again. What issue did you say corresponds to code 221B4?”

“Leave it there, and I’ll fix it,” He replied not looking up from the piece of equipment he was working on.

“You don’t have to. I wanted to try myself,” you took the seat next to him, and watched him. “What are you working on?”

“The alluvial dampers,” Tech answered. You waited for him to continue like he always did, but he just kept on working. Your brow furrowed in confusion.

“Those go in the coupling motivator with the artesiatic dampeners, right?” You pushed.

Tech looked up, his lips pursing into a thin line, as he regarded you. Normally recalling information would earn you a smile, and if you were really lucky, he’d press his forehead to yours.

“Yes, that is correct,” he said after several seconds that felt like hours.

“Alright, Tech, what’s going on? Are you upset with me?” You asked utterly confused by his icy behavior.

“I’m merely surprised you remembered given that you no longer bother to pay attention during our conversations.”

Your face warmed up instantly, and you tugged nervously at your earlobe.

“Tech,” you ventured quietly.

“It’s quite alright. Even my brothers don’t listen as attentively as I would like at all times.”

“It’s not that,” you said with a nervous chuckle. “I’ve been wanting to pay attention, I’m just a little distracted is all.”

“Distracted by what?” he asked confused. You cleared your throat and took a breath.

“Distracted by you, Tech,” you said staring down at the floor.

“I’m not following, cyare.”

“It’s…it’s your lips,” You stammered out. He brushed his fingers over his lips, frowning in confusion.

“What about them? Is there something wrong with them?”

“No, not at all. Quite the opposite,” you giggled. “I just keep thinking about kissing you.”

He opened his mouth to reply, but he was rendered speechless by the realization you had simply wished to connect with him physically. It made sense given what he knew of your affectionate nature, and he couldn’t believe he hadn’t realized sooner.

“Well, I apologize for my assumption and subsequent accusations,” He said placing the piece of equipment down, and reaching for you. You took his hand, giggling once more as he tugged you into his lap. You cupped his face with your hands, as you brought your lips to his, satisfaction spreading warmth and comfort through your body.

Tech wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you close. Imparting knowledge to you would always be something he enjoyed, but he decided he would make time for this far more often. The contented hums this simple action elicited were far too enjoyable to miss out on.

You broke the kiss with a sigh, and pressed your forehead to his with a small smile playing on your lips.

“Apology accepted, darling,” You said before leaning in to steal his lips once more

[storiesbyjes2g]

3.161 Against my will

Okay, so I know I look like I'm either on a Sulani vacation or a nice date with my wife, but this is the only green dress shirt I have. It's not exactly my style, but it will do for the occasion. Sophia and I stand at the door, hoping our guests will recognize me because I have no idea who's coming to this thing. I had asked Dereck Jang to see who he could find, but I never followed up with him. My friend Justin arrived first, as always. I love our friendship so much. We barely talk or see each other, but when I call, he's right there.

After a while, the club began filling up, so we went inside so we wouldn't impede traffic flow. This guy I'd never seen before walked up and introduced himself. Darius Clemons was his name, and he said his mother was one of Mama's best friends. His mother's name was Diamond, and he recently lost both of his parents too. That fact instantly created a bond between us. I gave him my condolences, and he offered his. He's married, no children. His wife was at the bar talking to Justin. Her mother, Gemma, was another one of Mama's best friends. I honestly did not know a lot about her life before me or even pre-divorce. She was just so laden with guilt and shame, she put the past in a vault and only shared what was necessary. It was kinda nice to meet sims who knew her before I did. After talking to him for a while, I realized they were a lot older than me, despite their baby faces. They were teenagers when I was born. He remembered the day Gammy died. It was Beach Cleanup Day, and Mama organized a big family day in Sulani for us, her friends, and their families. His parents were never together, and his mother had gotten married to someone else, but he remembered spending the day with both his parents. He even remembered seeing me and Less as tiny tots. What a treat! Suddenly, I wanted to interview every single sim who came for us just to learn more about Mama, and even my own life before the divorce.

Dereck and Chi Chi arrived at the same time, and I half expected her to bring a plus one. Sophia says she's been texting her a lot lately, asking if she knows this man or that man she's thinking about dating. I'm glad she's getting back out there and that she has a friendship with my wife, but I don't know why she thinks Sophia knows everyone. Maybe it's more a show of good faith so she knows Chi Chi isn't still gunning for her husband, heh. However, it turned out she did have a plus one...sorta. The guy she raved about last week was the DJ tonight. She went on a date with DJ Simms?! I love that guy. Whenever I go to a club, and he's there, I know the music is going to be on point.

Naturally, she embraced me and asked how I was holding up.

"I'm hanging in there," I said.

"That's about all you can do."

"I appreciate you coming out."

"Don't be silly! I wouldn't miss this. I didn't know your mom long, but she was really cool."

We joined everyone else on the dance floor, and I met a few more sims from Mama's past. I kept my eyes on the door, hoping Alessia would walk through at any moment. Last time she skipped a party, I was furious, but I wouldn't blame her this time. I'm trying to keep it cool, but this is one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. I don't feel like dancing. I don't want to laugh and be nice to these strangers. I want to be at home with my baby and my wife. But even though she's not here, I'm still Emmy's son, and I'm a damn good son, so here I am, dancing like she wanted me to.

But after a while, it's clear this is too much for Less, so I abandon the idea of waiting for her and try to wrap this thing up. It's getting late, and didn't want to be here, anyway. But, there is one thing that could make this night complete. I grabbed Sophia and went upstairs to do karaoke. This is the perfect way to memorialize Mama tonight. Someone is singing already, so we grab a table to wait for our turn.

An unfamiliar voice called my name. It was the rude girl from the spa. I hadn't seen her in so long, I almost forgot we had fake beef. She wanted to know where I'd been and if everything was okay. Maybe she too thought it was time to bury the fictitious hatchet, heh.

I kept it brief and light, stating life had been super hectic since having a baby. She told me whenever I want to come back to the spa to let her know and we'll work something out. Is it just me or is that code for she misses me? See...if she would have been nice to me the first time... Let me not finish that thought.

Just as we get up to sing, Less walks through the door, and I was so glad to see her. But just like when Mama and I sang, she makes a beeline for the door and goes back downstairs. I'll never understand that woman, but I sure do love her. She's my OG best friend and biggest pain the ass, heh.

Sophia and I sing our little non-singing hearts out and head back downstairs to say goodnight to everyone. I found Alessia in good spirits and told her I was glad she came and proud that she got over whatever she had to overcome to get here tonight. Neither of us wanted to here, but I think we both knew we needed this distraction. I had fun against my will, and I'm glad I did.

[what-gs-watching]

"If that's a joke, I love it. If not, can't wait to unpack that with you later."

So, here’s a thing - winter makes me sad. I mean, it makes a lot of people sad, but also me. When I was younger I used to just cause a whole bunch of drama to get it out of my system but I’m an adult now and I’m still mostly fruitlessly job searching and I can’t really just go around starting fights anymore so I’m just sitting in my ennui, feeling unmoored. 

Which made me realize: I need Ted Lasso. Desperately.

Wherein, a low level American football coach moves to England to coach actual football (aka soccer) and ends up creating something so beautiful it’ll make you laugh and cry until you just can’t anymore.

If you’ve never seen Ted Lasso, first of all - how dare you? And secondly, start it now. Like, literally right now. It’s everything you didn’t know you needed. 

I will admit I didn’t get into it until my husband watched it and encouraged me into it because of my love for Jason Sudeikis. I tend to pick up unnatural obsessions for SNL alumni, I just want all of them to succeed, so I gave in and instantly lost my mind over it. I couldn’t get enough.

During the second season run, I literally had a standing weekly fifteen minute meeting with my engineers to talk about the latest episode and our theories on what would happen next, or what our favorite joke had been. There were MANY heated debates.

Before the third season came out, I made my family binge the first two seasons while we were on vacation. I remember my mom calling me after she and my dad had watched the series finale so we could talk about it - she’d never bought into a show like that before.  

Ted Lasso just brings people together, and I find it absolutely ridiculous that this poignant, wonderful, life affirming show came out of a bit that Sudeikis wrote in 2013 for an NBC Sports commercial. It’s mind boggling. 

You guys know, it’s all about the relationships for me, and that’s the entire show, really. Ted is unrelentingly positive and charming and understanding and the reason he likes coaching is because he wants to help his players be the best versions of themselves and wooooph throughout the show, you get that, for every single character, even Ted himself. It’s about loving each other and loving yourself and also somewhat about football and it’s just so fucking…delightful. 

And I’m obsessed with all of the different dynamics. Ted and Beard, and Roy and Ted and Beard, and Roy and Jamie, and Roy and Keeley, and fucking Keeley and Rebecca! If you need to see a perfect incredible WONDERFUL female friendship, it’s Rebecca and Keeley fucking Jones. Someone needs to write a long-winded essay about these two, because dear lord, I want a best friend like that. Everyone wants a best friend like that. Like, I just can’t with all of the messy, hilarious, beautiful relationships. I want to be part of them all.

Also,  it’s funny. Like, properly funny. Laugh-out-loud-no-matter-how-many-times-you’ve-seen-it funny. The bits are layered. And you’ll get something different out of them every single time. Nuance, gang. It’s all so nuanced. 

The first season is absolutely perfect. You get to know all of the characters and you get a general sense of what’s up. Everyone is kind of charming and you’re immediately annoyed with Rebecca and charmed by Roy even though he tries his best to be threatening, and you think that Nathan is adorable and you’re pulled into Ted’s unwavering enthusiasm and Beard’s silliness indulgence and straight-man stoicism and Keeley’s adorableness. And it’s WONDERFUL! I’ve seen season one at least four or five times, likely more. It’s everything.

There are so many good moments. At one point, Ted says he’s having salads for lunch with Higgins who is communications director or something and as Ted goes to leave Higgins says “Cesar you later!” and Ted BURSTS back in through the door and just yells “YES!” and it’s hilarious every time. 

When Ted and Beard realize that Roy is a bristling motherfucker who wants to hate everything, Ted says something like “wait til we win him over”, with Beard announcing “He’s. Going to be. Furious.” (And he was.)

It’s the little things in the first season that really endear you to Ted Lasso. It just wraps you up and makes you feel warm and appreciated, like there are people out there that are pure and good and they can make you feel pure and good too. 

And then you get into season two and you start to see behind the curtain. Ted’s really not okay with his divorce (which, I still think is because his wife couldn’t deal with his optimism? Which is so insane to me and I can’t even, I never forgave her like, what the fuck is that) and in general and they tackle a lot of mental health issues and social issues and it’s a bit hard to get through.

But at the same time, season two has some of my favorite bits? Which is confusing??! The scene where Sam asks Isaac for a haircut - everyone gets a single cut from the captain once a season - and the entire team watches and whoops and freaks out and it’s like, an intricate performance and everyone is just so fucking thrilled to be witnessing it? It’s weirdly beautiful. 

Ted and Beard teaching the entire team the choreography to NSYNC’s Bye Bye Bye so they can send off the team shrink in a ridiculous way? Incredible. When they finally get the dance right, they lose their fucking minds. It’s so JOYFUL.

The episode where Roy finally realizes he wants to join the coaching staff and he makes a dramatic trek to the stadium while “She’s a Rainbow” blares? The theme of that one was believing in rom-communism - to rouse the team Ted tells them “Fairy tales do not start nor do they end in the dark forest” and yo that’s so TRUE - and when Roy finally showed up on the pitch he said, “You had me at ‘coach’.” I cry every single time I see that one. I literally watched it twice in a week when getting the family into the show and I cried both times. Hard. 

I think part of the reason this show is so resonating is because dark shit happens, but a lot of really sweet things happen too. There’s an episode wherein Rebecca’s dad dies and they’re all attending the funeral but it still is somehow achingly funny too, even though you learn some terrible things about Ted and Rebecca both in that one. They really ride the line of darkness and light and it’s messy and that’s life.

And then season three is hard.  So much happens. And you know that you’re barreling toward the finale. There’s only 34 episodes in the entire series and it’s not nearly enough but they do try to make the most of their time. 

Watching the finale season in real time was really interesting though, I’ll say, because the fandom was so nuts at the time. So many random theories and outrage over some of the story points. And at the time I did kind of agree, but seeing it all back to back now in my first true binge, it all makes sense. Everyone had their own journey and some of them were ridiculous and maybe we just wanted things to stay the same because that’s how we fell in love with the characters but that’s not the point, gang. Shit is forever changing.

I’ll never get over the moment when Roy finally relents to the diamond dogs. Or Jamie teaching him how to ride a fucking bike in Amsterdam. Or when the team comes together to help Sam put his restaurant back together after it’s completely vandalized. Or Beard explaining to Nate his background with Ted, and offering his forgiveness to Nate as a way to honor everything Ted has done. Or Rebecca calling Roy out on his shit, saying that instead of helping himself he’d rather “eat shit soup and then complain about the portions”. 

There are so many little beautiful pieces. So many things that will pull at your heart strings and make you realize things that maybe have been niggling around in your brain but refusing to come forward because you were scared of them. Ted Lasso helps you be less scared of them. Ted Lasso helps you be less scared of everything, because it encourages you to accept yourself as you are.

In the final episode, Higgins says “Human beings are never gonna be perfect. The best we can do is to keep asking for help and accepting it when you can. And if you keep on doing that, you'll always be moving towards better.” 

And that’s what all of us need to understand. This show will ingrain that thought into you, and it’ll buoy you, and you won’t even realize it. 

So maybe now I’m feeling less ennui. Because I’m still laughing at the hijinx and basking in the wholesomeness and the amazingly perfect relationships  and the belief. Ted Lasso makes you fucking believe.

[nobodylivesson]

The Black Cat

Fandom : Call of Duty: Modern Warfare II

Pairing : Task Force 141 X Male Reader(Platonic)

Request? No

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I sat quietly at the back end of the car, wanting nothing more than to take a quick shower now that we were about to reach Alejandro’s base and get some fucking sleep

These last few days with the tension of missiles hanging above our heads had everyone including Simon very serious but now with it gone they can all take a breath

But something wasn’t sitting right with like a nagging feeling constantly pricking my chest since I saw the missile detonate

I sighed and focused my sights outside in the darkness when a voice beside me asked “Still worried about something, (Y/N)? I presumed with the mission done, everyone would be happy but it looks like things still trouble you”

My mouth formed a thin line and with a calm face I faced Phillip Graves, another thing that has been bugging me for a long time

He and his shadow company have helped Task Force 141 a lot and I know Captain Price holds him in good regard but this was the first mission when I had met Graves face to face yet he has been trying to get to know me personally, too much for my comfortability

“Nothing much Graves, just some good old fatigue kicking in my systems after finally getting done with all that shit. Was thinking of all the things that are left to be done by us regarding the mission and thinking about it just made me feel more tired all over again” I lied smoothly while facing the front with my hands folded over my chest

My gut intuitions were never wrong and I know I shouldn’t be suspicious of someone new I had just met but you can never be less cautious, something Ghost always told me

“But why do I feel like there is more to it than you are letting on to me, I thought we have become close enough to share some secrets” Graves says with a smile like that of a Perfect A+ student making me internally roll my eyes

“Oh Graves, I think the tiredness is hitting you also for you to assume I am hiding things for I have shared everything I can think of with keeping our friendship in my mind. Anything more than that can be only shared if you become my lover which I, unfortunately, can’t just make anyone claim me like that” I say with a chuckle with my eyes still closed and I can instantly feel the atmosphere dropping inside the car

“Sergent, we don’t need to go that far I just wished we had a good relationship since General Shepard tells a lot about you” Graves tries to say with his usual tone but being a veteran, I can easily make out the anger hidden under his friendly words

I shrug my shoulder and look at him again with a smile before saying “I think we have already made that friendship Graves, if you want more try that out with Ghost or Captain Price, they are in desperate need of more friends. Anyway since your work is almost done I doubt we both will be meeting each other for a long time so creating extra friendliness would be saddening, you know?” As a matter of fact

But simply replied Graves “Well we can’t say for sure for the future might always change”

(Y/N) felt a shudder at this as a feeling of danger rang inside him but before he could say anything their car stopped just in front of the gates of Los Vaqueros which were guarded by Shadow Company’s soldiers

“What is happening here, Graves?” I asked in a low voice with my eyes pointed at the stationed soldiers of his to which Graves smiled and said in a hushed voice “It will be better for everyone if you stay put inside the car, (Y/N)” before getting down off the car with the other two soldiers while I see Alejandro get down from the car behind us

I quietly open the door by side and pop my head out to look at Ghost coming out of his side, giving me the look he always gives whenever he feels that shit is about to happen

I feel anger boiling inside my depts as I hear how General Shepard and Graves wanted us to fall back and everything was to be taken over by Shadow Company. I knew things were not right but I didn’t think it was as deep as this and I can see that Graves wanted to do more than just ‘take over’' this mission. 

If not stopped with this bullshit things can go out of control, so I tried to step out of the car but Ghost stopped me with a shake of his head when I heard Graves say “Your men have been detained” and all hell broke loose as Alejandro pounced at Graves only to be pinned at our car

I swing open my door at once when I hear gunshots being fired towards Soap and see Simon hit the guard behind him, slipping a knife down my sleeve into my palm, I quickly kill the soldier waiting near my left side

Ghost turns around to disable another soldier coming towards him as I shoot another soldier towards my right when I get into high alert with Soap’s painful grunt heard after I saw an onslaught of bullets fired towards him

I make eye contact with Ghost who instantly can see my next actions and falls to the ground while I take leverage of the open window to jump on top of the car, surprising the soldiers on the other side

Without giving them any time, I shoot down the two guards with my gun before jumping down from the car roof in front of the unconscious Alejandro and saw Soap has managed to run down the hill

 Graves who was going towards Ghost came out from the gap between my car and the one behind but couldn’t even turn as I jumped at his back to twist his hands, disarmed him and held a knife near his throat’s vital point

Immediately, the remaining soldiers paused upon seeing this but Graves just relaxed before asking “Well very crafty at your hands, aren’t ya? But would the value of your comrade be enough for slitting my throat? We can be less hostile, right?”

My eyes quickly look back and see that a sniper from the upper deck post of the gates has his sight on Alejandro, making my grip tighten but lowered my knife slowly before throwing it to the ground and releasing Graves to raise my hands high

“Now that’s a good boy! General Shepard always did say that Sergent Chat Noir was a fabulous and important member of Task Force 141 yet his weakness lies in his care for his fellow soldiers. Want to wish this inability of you didn’t exist at this moment, right?” Graves asked with a smirk  as my hands were being tied down

I just blankly looked at him and tilted my head to look behind him when a huff escaped my nose and said “It seems sometimes arrogance makes the Great Phillip Graves forget the other factors of the situation”

Graves must have immediately realised what I meant by looking where I was looking as he turned around and cautiously went around the last car’s end to see Ghost had vanished

I can feel Graves's frustration as he looks down the hill where Soap has escaped and angrily spews “FUCK! I need you all to find ‘em!” before looking at me as I was held up by the two soldiers holding my tied hands, Alejandro held beside as well

“Well, at least we got the feline under control and would be getting the other two rouges soon. Don’t worry (Y/N), I will be giving you a visit soon for some personal talks till then enjoy some rest that you wanted!” Graves said while signalling for us to be taken away

I simply laughed at this as I walked towards the gates and shouted “WELL GRAVES! You will be getting the game of Chase of your life cause Sergent Soap and Lt.Ghost can handle babies like you with the back of their hands”

How amusing it was to watch to see Graves's dirty face scrunched in anger as I looked back before turning around and continuing to laugh

Oh hell is about to be thrown in the streets of Las Almas this night

In one of the dimly lit rooms of the prison of Las Almas, a man simply waited for his capturer to come as he slept on the ground with his hands behind his head and a leg popped on top of another

Since he had nothing better to do he decided to catch up on some sleep as he knew he would need his energy soon when his teammates came to get him

He was thrown here right after being tied for god knows what reason but being agitated or hyper about a situation you can’t do anything about is not his forte so he just chilled

That is until he heard the steel door of the room move and creak before it slowly opened, his eyes still closed and his body still relaxed

“Oh, it seems being locked here seems like a field trip for our prisoner for him to be so relaxed in the cell. So much for being part of Task Force 141” a voice hit the sleeping guy’s ear making him laugh in his mind

“Shush, don’t say unnecessary things. We do our things and bring him out as Sir Graves ordered. Now wake him up and be careful” another voice said in caution

“Hahaha, what can a sleeping man do! I have seen him throughout our whole mission and unlike Ghost or Soap, Sergeant Chat Noir was just laid back and seemed to survive somehow, makes me wonder if he got into special forces through connection” the first soldier says in mockery

“Oi mate! I don’t think-” the second soldier tried to warn but the other man interrupted him by saying “Nice to say? Or do you want to say safe? Come on and look at the situation, I don’t think anyone is gonna have the authority to question us about what we do here anymore cause we are the law now, definitely not this cat who got his tail caught” before standing near the sleeping man

(Y/N) at once opened his eyes and with his popped-up leg, kicked the standing soldier in his side making the soldier lose his sense. (Y/N) just held the front of the soldier and propelled that guy to the ground using his soldier, then badly twisted his right arm making it break and the soldier screamed in agony

The other soldier who saw all this happen was still gaping in shock when he realized (Y/N) was looking at him but he couldn’t even get his gun when one bullet hit each of his legs making him scream as well before a strong kick by (Y/N) made the soldier knock out cold

(Y/N) now calmly stands as he observes his work where the first soldier was still groaning in pain while the second was out cold yet it seemed he was not done yet as he turned towards the first soldier to do something more but stopped after hearing a voice

“I think if you feel the need to survive, you would leave those two boys alone, Sergeant” Graves's voice cuts through the cold atmosphere and (Y/N) already knows a gun is pointed at his back

(Y/N) simply just throws away the gun at his side and turns towards Graves with a broad smile as if he just didn’t demolish two of his soldiers with ease and muses “Nothing much, Graves just was trying to teach a life lesson to your soldiers who don’t know the meaning of being cautious no matter the situation. This kind of attitude would cost you in the far end, not me” as he comes out of his cell with his hands behind his head

Two new soldiers immediately withhold him while a third one goes to check on the soldiers inside

“Well do tell me how your presence Graves graces me?” (Y/N) asks mockingly to which the said man pays no mind and starts with a rant of his own

“As I have said before, General Shepard holds high regard for you and admires your skills. He feels your skills are being not given the importance they need under Price’s leadership and Task Force 141. That’s why, General Sheaprd has an offer for you. Join the Shadow Company and become General Shepard’s man, you will obtain everything you desire. Leave this useless piece of uniform and join the real army” Graves says as he holds (Y/N) face up by his chin

(Y/N) didn’t show any emotion like a trained person and Graves just frowned

“What will happen if I decline this offer?” the other soldier asks to which Graves smiles and replies “You will be pushed into the cell with Captain Alejandro after which we shall go out to kill Ghost and Soap. We will think after that what shall be done with you and of the missile crisis”

Suddenly (Y/N) starts to giggle before fully laughing confusing everyone around him

“Are you naive enough to think that your men have the capabilities to kill a ghost and its guard dog? An Undead can’t be killed twice and a loyal hound would do anything to protect its master, even bite your arrogant head to pieces. You all might be hunters of the dark but those two are the ones who control the dark, so I wonder who would end up being hunted in the end” (Y/N) mockingly laughter echoing around the floor

The soldiers paled at this thing and Graves for the first time showed his anger, face distorting with scorn and his hand harshly brought (Y/N)’s closure to his, their noses almost touching

“Well then, when I drag and throw both of their bodies in front of you I wonder how you will react, Black Noir. Maybe then you would be willing enough to change your mind and join along this side, under my leadership” Graves lowly whispers to which (Y/N) continues to smile

“First let’s see you make do it and then we shall discuss my reaction. Take back your worthless offer and let me rest up in the cell, the only person who commands me is Captain Price and one team I have joined will be Task Force 141 forever. A person impersonating a captain is just arrogant and shallow, not worthy of being my leader” all stated making Graves growl before harshly kicking (Y/N) on the stomach

(Y/N) winches at this yet still maintains his eye contact with Graves

“If it weren’t General Shepard’s orders you would be twenty feet under the ground sergeant, always remember that. Put him in the cell with the other one” Graves says it all as he prepares to open the door of Alejandro's cell and (Y/N) only rolls his eyes at this when he notices the soldiers he has beaten up being escorted out after being given first aid probably to be taken to a hospital

(Y/N) eyes shine and he loudly says “Oh soldier it seems you have woken up” making the soldier who was speaking shit about him sharply look at him with a fear stricken face

It made (Y/N) feel a jolt of excitement and he continued saying “Well soldier I wanted to tell about why I had Black Noir as my codename but you were not in the state to here, so listen. Black cats are known to give bad luck to those whom they presume as their enemy and on a battlefield I am the worst luck any enemy can stumble upon if they wished to return alive. Remember that when we meet again, soldiers” his voice suggested which everyone understood including Graves who simply opened the door to make sure none of his veins was popping out of anger

“Los fantasmas no existen, hasta que te topas con ellos. Remember this Graves Philip, when you go out today for your so called hunt. I shall see you soon” was all (Y/N) said before he was thrown inside the cell

(Y/N) straightens himself and sighs when he notices Alejandro standing at the end of the cell looking at him with frowned eyes

“Thought you would throw a fit when the door got opened, Amigo” the shorter male says with a grin to Alejandro who says with a sigh “Well after the storm you kicked up outside I knew that if I did something irrational now, I would get killed”

(Y/N) chuckles as takes a seat on the ground with his back and head being supported to the wall after going through all that shit, also the pain in his stomach from being kicked was still troubling him

Alejandro comes to take a seat beside the closed-eye male, for after a long time (Y/N) felt a little peace coming to him

Alas, he couldn’t take a rest with Alejandro’s eyes drilling holes at his side

“Something bugging you or is my face to guapo de manejar, Amigo?” (Y/N) asks jokingly to which he receives a punch at his right arm and a huff as a reply as silence again takes place

“If you want to say something just go ahead, I will be listening to you Sire” (Y/N) says while looking towards Alejandro with serious eyes making the said man just shake his head before seriously asking “Why did you stay behind, Sergeant (Y/N)? I have heard enough about your skills from Lieutenant Ghost and Sergeant Soap  to know that you had enough chances to escape with them and wouldn’t it have benefited us all if all three of you escaped”

(Y/N) hums and looks front while stroking his chin with his finger as if thinking deeply but instantly turns back to Alejandro with a smile seemingly an answer ready

“My instincts at that moment told me that creating a diversion and getting all the attention would be the best course of action if we wanted everything alright” (Y/N) says with a shrug to which Alejandro looks at him with a face thinking ‘Are you crazy or shit?’ before saying “Are ya serious? Just your instincts were enough for you to do this? Just as Ghost said you are one hell of a crazy burro”

“Damn gotta tell Leutinant to stop talking about me behind my back, instead do it more openly while we all talk together so I can hear these compliments in real time and feel great” (Y/N) says with a snicker and seeing Alejandro’s unimpressed look return back to the topic “I mean my instincts isn’t just purely instincts, I mean my trusts on the other, the knowledge about the other party, the best way to approach the situation and minimal damage to comrades also play a big part”

Alejandro asks with a raised eyebrow “You trust your comrades enough to know they would be able to come over here on their own?” to which (Y/N) simply “Do you not trust them enough? Or else you would definitely have tried to escape earlier when I entered no matter the risk, Sire”

Both men stare at each other for some time but Alejandro is the first one to break it as he sighs before he moves close to (Y/N)’s ear as if to say something confidential

“I would have never asked to work with the team if I didn’t believe in them. If both men can clear through the city and reach the safe house I told them about, Rudolf who also hasn’t been caught will be able to help them from there” Alejandro whispers making (Y/N) lean back at the wall in ease

If (Y/N) was being honest, no matter how much confidence he showed regarding his teammates' success, worry still lingered in some corner of his heart about how they would proceed with this mission and he didn’t want them to risk their lives. These guys were the only people (Y/N) called his family and friends, something happening to them would be devastating, to say the least, but he can relax now

“Well then we just sit back and can only wait now” (Y/N) says with a hum to which Alejandro asks “Oh, so we are done and ready?”

“Yes of course, now we just wait till those two are done with their Parade of death against the Shadows and make it clear who returns to the ground, us or those bastards”

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There is not much to say, just that I have shown my face once to make people know I am not dead yet

[fanficshiddles]

Necessary Evil, Chapter 2

‘What did he say?’ Sophie asked Sarah when she saw Loki walking away from her.

‘That he really is Loki.’ Sarah scoffed. ‘Must be a cosplayer and got too big for his boots or something similar. But this could still be a fun get together.’ She shrugged.

‘Well, perhaps being a leader of whatever this is has gone to his head a little. But at least he’s hot.’ Sophie smirked.

‘It’ll be interesting to see what the whole thing is about, why they’re trying to recruit more people and what for.’ Sarah said as they headed over to get another drink. ‘Maybe it’s just a big front, it’s probably just to give some mystery. Make things exciting. It’s nothing more than a regular get together, really.’

‘Yeah, that’s most likely.’ Sophie agreed.

‘Hey newbies! Settling in?’ Casey asked as she approached the two with Matt.

‘Think so.’ Sarah laughed. ‘So how often do you all get together, how long has it been going on?’

‘It started about six months ago, Andy and Maddie were the first two and then it just grew from there. As far as I’m aware, there’s you two plus around another eight people that have just come along today for the first time.’ Matt said. ‘We meet up every week like this, but this place is an open door for all members any time of the day. Usually always someone around nowadays.’

There was a young woman that approached them with a clipboard. ‘Hi, my name’s Jen. I’m just gathering all the new names and information.’ She smiled at Sarah and Sophie.

She took their full name, postcode and age. Sarah wasn’t sure why she needed their postcode, but she was ok giving it since they didn’t want the number part of the address.

‘Thank you, and nice to meet you both. Hope you will enjoy it here.’ Jen said, still smiling as she moved on.

Loki then gathered everyone around him again. So Sarah and Sophie joined Matt and Casey a bit closer than they had been previously, next to George and Hanna.

‘That’s Andy and Maddie over there.’ Matt whispered to Sarah and tilted his head in the direction of the couple that were stood right on front of Loki, gazing at him with so much adoration in their eyes.

‘I hope you’ve all had a chance to mingle around, to get to know one another a bit more.’ Loki spoke loudly to the group, making everyone fall silent instantly.

‘Now, to explain to our newbies here. As I mentioned earlier, my name is Loki. And everyone else here are all my lovely, devoted brothers and sisters. Our goal here is to help me to get back home to Asgard. All I need for that to happen is your trust, loyalty and commitment.’ He put his hands over his heart as he looked around the room. ‘And in return, in the meantime, I can give you sanctuary, friendships and hope. And I give you all my word that the many riches of Asgard awaits when our mission is completed. Idun’s apples, gold and gifts beyond your wildest dreams… And of course, the promise of Valhalla when the time comes.’

Everyone erupted into cheer and clapped loudly, while Loki grinned widely and soaked in being in the spotlight.

Sarah was slightly confused as she clapped slowly, Sophie was the same. But they saw everyone around them going mad after his speech full of promises.

‘I’m still confused.’ Sophie whispered to Sarah.

‘Me too. Asgard riches?’ She whispered back to her.

Loki laughed as he calmed everyone down by putting his hands up, everyone fell silent for him again. He looked at Jen and nodded, she handed him the paper with the information of the newcomers.

‘I’d like to say an extra warm welcome to all of our newbies tonight.’ Loki then called out all the names of everyone, and with every name everyone clapped and looked at said person. Sarah felt a bit embarrassed being in the spotlight for a few seconds, but was glad it wasn’t for long.

‘As usual, there will be an official welcoming ceremony for you all next week. To give you a chance to get to know us, and us you.’ Loki said as he looked at Sarah with a smile, making her heart skip a beat. ‘That’s when you’ll be given official and unlimited access to our home here.’ He said as he motioned around the place.

‘Now, to everyone else, just keep spreading the word for now. And for the rest of tonight, just relax and have fun. Get to know your new brothers and sisters, answer any questions they may have.’

Everyone clapped again and a few people whooped. Sarah and Sophie just looked at one another, utterly confused.

But everyone was warm and welcoming as they mingled around a bit again, getting more drinks and food too.

‘So… This guy thinks he’s really Loki the God and is trying to get home to Asgard? And we help him, how, exactly?’ Sarah asked Matt, Casey, George and Hanna.

‘He doesn’t think he’s Loki, he is Loki.’ Hanna said.

‘But… It’s not possible.’ Sophie said.

‘It is. He’s right here on front of us.’ Matt laughed. ‘And once we all help him get home… Just think of the possibilities. We’ll be stinking rich!’

Sarah and Sophie shared a look with one another again, still not convinced at all.

‘It’s nice finally having somewhere I belong, somewhere to feel safe with people that actually care for me. I owe it all to Loki.’ Casey said.

‘And this will always be your home, Casey.’ Came Loki’s voice from behind as he approached the mini group. He placed his hand on her shoulder and gave her a brief squeeze before letting go again.

Casey looked a little flustered. ‘Can’t thank you enough, Loki.’ She bumbled out quickly with a big smile.

Loki just smiled back at her, then looked at the others and his gaze landed on Sarah and Sophie. ‘How are you both getting on? I hope everyone is making you feel welcome?’

‘Yes, they certainly are.’ Sophie nodded.

‘Is the food ok? Do either of you have any dietary requirements? We can certainly cater for anything you require.’ Loki asked as he moved a little closer towards Sarah.

‘No, it’s all good… Thank you.’ Sophie said.

‘Yep, great.’ Sarah nodded in agreement.

‘What brought you both here, hmm? Was it the poster or do you know someone here already?’ Loki asked Sarah and Sophie.

‘Poster for me.’ Sarah said.

‘My cousin, Lara. Though she’s not here tonight as she’s ill.’ Sophie said.

‘Yes, I heard she was ill. I hope she recovers soon… Sarah, I want to speak to you about your artwork, if we may?’ Loki motioned over towards the art.

Sarah’s eyes went wide but she nodded eagerly and followed him across the room.

‘You’re incredibly talented. Are you an artist?’ Loki asked as they reached the art board.

‘Thank you. Oh man, I wish…’ Sarah sighed. ‘I just work in a local shop right now. Trying to pay off my student debts.’

‘Ah. That’s a shame. Your talent should be recognised, not hidden away…’ He looked at her art and tapped his lower lip. ‘Whilst I enjoy our simple poster, and it has worked on getting some people in, perhaps you’d be able to make something… better. Something that will draw people’s attention more. If that’s something you’d be interested in doing?’

Sarah was surprised, yet flattered, too. ‘I… I think I could come up with something, if you really want me to?’  

‘Of course, I wouldn’t have asked otherwise.’ Loki chuckled. ‘Having your kind of talent, definitely don’t want it to go to waste. As I said, the helmet does draw some people in. Perhaps it’s fine for our posters, but it’s not good enough for our logo.’

‘Do you still want the helmet as the main kind of focal point?’

‘Well, what do you think? Was that what got your curiosity?’ Loki asked her, turning to face her fully.

‘Uhm… I’m not sure… I guess it was.’ Sarah shrugged.

Loki smirked. ‘Those that are fans, are drawn to it whether knowingly or not. It’s within you all already. We’re all meant to be here, together.’

Sarah was mesmerised once more by his eyes and voice, but she quickly got her thoughts together again. ‘Yeah… I’d say the helmet is pretty important then.’ She nodded.

‘So you’ll do it?’ Loki asked, hopeful. ‘Of course, it won’t go un-rewarded if you do.’

Sarah nodded up at him with a smile. ‘Yeah, I’ll happily do it.’

She was ecstatic that someone liked her art so much that they wanted more. Though she couldn’t lie, she did wonder what he meant by reward.

‘Excellent.’ Loki clasped his hands together. ‘Take all the time you need for it, I know that masterpieces can’t be done overnight after all.’

‘I’ll give it my all.’ Sarah said. Though she wasn’t entirely sure why she said that really. But there was just something about Loki, he was charming the pants off her and definitely getting under her skin.

‘I am hoping that because you’ve accepted my little task, that means you shall be returning and do indeed want to join?’

Sarah looked around at everyone chatting happily and enjoying themselves, then she looked back at Loki who was smiling dazzlingly down at her.

‘Yeah, I do.’

[latibvles]

what were the early mouse hole days like as more girls arrived and they began training together?

answering this one before I go sort my laundry and do more adult™ things because I have a lot of thoughts and feelings. going to bullet-point this and toss it down below the cut for length's sake:

Okay so this is also fun to think about because naturally a lot of these girls came in at different times for different reasons. Some roles in the plane (to my understanding) require being of an officer class, whereas others don't. However, Willie and Viv met first, because they were both working for the WAC prior to the bills getting passed to allow women to fight. So we'll start there before Viv and Willie hit Texas (which is where the rest of our girls trickle in)

Viv actually thought that Willie didn't like her — which is a mistake most people make (even Brady). Willie's got bad RBF guys, and being expressive comes later on down the line. While Viv has opinions and keeps her circle small, she also doesn't try to start unnecessary conflict (unless she's feeling petty).

Viv wanted to be her friend because Viv likes people; Willie did not realize this

I like to think these two really started clicking in OCS. Mostly because of Viv deciding rather immediately that this woman is going to be my friend because she's one of the few people I know.

It's very much our classic HBOWar "dark-haired extrovert latches onto the light-haired introvert" duo except they're both dark-haired this time

Most of the girls are under the pretense that they're going to be teaching these skills to the men as opposed to actually fighting. Harrie and Carrie meet at basic training and Harrie decides they're going to be friends nearly instantly. Introverts like Inez and Jo are slow-to-start on that respect.

I think there's something profound about how they're all separated initially, with some of them training together but others not, and how they find each other once they start having to train as a crew.

They all come together in Texas.

It is not sunshine and rainbows from the jump.

Lorraine and June click easily because of their similar demeanors, but to several, June is an acquired taste. Inez is extremely self-conscious, drawn inward and flighty. Harriet and Lena are definitely friendlier sorts, as is Jo, although she's quieter about it. Fern has a big personality and radiates old money, which some of our working-class girls might turn their nose at.

And most of them are a tad intimidated by Vivian — everyone except Willie, who's known her for a while by now.

None of them really know if the U.S is gonna take it a step further; if they're going to move from being demonstrators and teachers at the end of this to being viable combatants, but they all have a certain solidarity in not wanting to go home

They aren't golden in the air at first, not like they want to be. Nothing catastrophic that would result in it being the end to this, but they could be better at flying, at working as a team. Viv wants to be better. She knows they do, too.

I can see Viv and Willie bringing this up in the barracks and it being one (of many) moments where it's reestablished that while those two are different, they're a set, a pair, a team. And that in and of itself sends the strong message to the rest of them

Eventually it becomes something similar to what Viv refers to in this piece about the 100th as a whole: in the air they're golden, on the ground not-so-much

But it works for a while and eventually it becomes friendship on the ground as well

Definitely established through smaller things: those small acts of service. Sometimes friendship is established through a borrowed lipstick tube, or someone walking you to the bathroom. Sometimes it's about having brothers, or sisters, those smaller commonalities that they don't realize they have until they do

And I think once they become actual combatants it really solidifies since it's 30 girls surrounded by a bunch of guys they don't know. Alexa play Birds of the Feather

[imagines--galore]

Can you do an arranged marriage trope between victorian or contemporary Sherlock x reader, where they start as being shy a little but because friends and then falls in love ?

Pairing: Sherlock x Reader Rating || Genres || Warnings: T. Romance. A/N: Okay so since I have a similar request for a Victorian Era AU, I will be picking the contemporary Sherlock instead : P And I changed the timeline of their relationship a little bit, like it goes from friends to shy to being in love. Hope you like this!

"When you said we would be taking a pre-wedding trip I certainly did not expect to be rescuing you while you were hanging by your wrists above a vat full of dangerous chemicals." You commented as you stood on your tip-toes to untie Sherlock's wrists from the pulley he had been hanging from.

"Given how exciting our lives are pre-marriage, think of what we will get to afterwards." He suggested as a way to shift the dynamic of the conversation. He had known you long enough to know when you were angry.

And right now, you were a little annoyed with him.

"I was enjoying a very good book when I received your message Sherlock. I do not like having my reading time disturbed."

Ah! So that was why you were annoyed. He had probably caught you at a time when you were at some pivotal moment in the book.

"I'll buy you more books to make up for it." He said, rubbing his wrists where the skin was already chafed a little from the tightness of the rope.

Instantly your very body language changed. You grinned up at him, eyes shining with an excitement he had come to find endearing.

It surprised a lot of people when you told them you were engaged to Sherlock Holmes.

They definitely thought you were playing a practical joke when you would explain it was an arranged marriage done by your parents no less.

When you were children.

Your mother was best friends with Sherlock's and the two of them had fantasized about having their children marry. So when you were born only a year after Sherlock, your mothers had sealed the deal and announced the both of you engaged. But only within the family of course.

However, you would not meet your betrothed until you were nearly nine years old. Your father's job as a military man required him to move a lot, but once he finally retired and decided to take up a position at the Royal Military Academy, you finally settled down in England.

And that was when you met Sherlock.

You had always been a shy little thing, and when faced with two boys who were a little older then you, you barely left your mother's side. And while the older of the two only greeted you before turning away, the younger brother asked if you would play with him. On your mother's encouragement you accepted his invitation.

And that was the first time the two of you met.

Of course neither of you knew of your mothers arrangement, both of them deemed it was still too early for either of you to know. And while they wished for their dream to become a reality, the two mothers knew they had to be realistic about it. What if you fell in love with someone else? Or if it happened to Sherlock?

It was best to let you navigate your childhood unaware of the true nature of the relationship you shared with Sherlock.

The mothers hoped if not a marriage, then perhaps a friendship just as deep as their own could bloom between the two of you.

And bloom it did.

From that day, you and Sherlock were near inseparable. You would play together every chance you get. It was rather early but anyone could see the friendship dynamic between the both of you. While Sherlock was good at reading people and only looked at the outer picture of it all, you tended to be more sensitive and could pick up on the emotions and inner-most thoughts of another person.

Simply put, he was the brain, you were the heart.

You would prevent him from offending too many people with his bluntness, while he would help you fight off whoever sought to hurt you.

Given your slight stature, you were the target of bullies at school and Sherlock, despite not going to the same school had the tendency to go to the Principal's office of your school more then he did his own.

Your teenage years were awkward to say the least. Where you had always been overlooked and teased, you were now starting to receive attention and praise. A lot of which was from boys. And while you found it flattering, you never really acted on any of their propositions.

Probably because you were busy getting into trouble about the countryside with Sherlock. The both of you were always getting into some mischief or the other and there were times when one of your parents had to come and pick you up from the police station. No charges were made, but you did get into innocent trouble every now and then.

You hung out with Sherlock, you were bound to get in trouble.

But then one day everything changed.

The both of your had been rummaging about the attic in your country home, looking for something to do, when you came across a box that held letters.

Letters your mother had written to Sherlock's mother while she was overseas.

You had always admired the friendship between the two of them, so you decided to read them. Sherlock moved on to exploring other boxes, leaving you to come to a startling discovery.

One that changed your entire perspective when it came to your friendship with Sherlock.

Sherlock, sensing something was wrong had returned to your side. You had been too stunned to stop him from reading the letter you held.

The one that confirmed the true nature of your relationship with Sherlock.

Within the hour you had both confronted your mothers about it and the truth was revealed.

Yes.

The both of you were engaged since childhood. But they both explained their reasons for not telling you and despite the absurdity of the situation, both you and Sherlock had agreed that it had been a logical decision.

However, your friendship would never be the same.

Suddenly holding hands with Sherlock, caused you to blush. Hugging him had your heart beating fast. Hearing him praise you had you flushing with pleasure.

And you weren't the only one effected by the shift in dynamic.

Sherlock was more protective of you when it came to other boys. Where they had spoke to you before, they now found Sherlock looming over them behind your shoulder. He had always valued your opinion, but now he made sure to seek it out.

Then there was that sudden shyness and almost cautiousness the both of you carried about you when around one another. It certainly didn't help that the both of you were in your late teens, which were the prime years of awkwardness and shyness.

A brief touch of hands at the dinner table would result in a discrete glance at the other out of the corner of the eyes.

A sudden hug would have the both of you a little red in the face and laughing awkwardly.

And then there were the kisses.

While the both of you had exchanged cheek kisses over the years, more so on your end, they began to mount in number with each passing day.

You had been the primary cheek kisser throughout your friendship. There were times when you couldn't help yourself, especially when Sherlock was being adorable. He had always frowned in annoyance when you kissed his cheek and when you had been younger, he would actually wipe at his cheek.

But now?

Now he would stare at you when you kisses his cheek. And when he kissed yours for the first time and run off, you had stood at the door of your house for a good few minutes before going back inside.

From that day on, a challenge brewed between the both of you. One where you would keep count on how many times one had kissed the other. The funny thing about it was that neither of you had outlined the rules or even pointed it out. It had just sort of happened.

Suffice to say the amount of cheek, forehead, head, hand kisses shared between the both of you began to increase in amount.

They were all innocent in nature, with an almost playful nature behind them.

A game between two teenagers discovering the true extent of their feelings for one another.

But despite the new changes, your friendship remained strong. You still got up to mischief together, and were ready to protect one another. Not to mention you were always there for one another no matter the time of day.

Then there were the jokes.

The jokes about what the two of you would get to once you got married. They were all made in good fun, and as a way to tease one another. Sherlock would try to jokingly lord of you as the husband, but you would quickly put him in his place as the wife. Then there were the playful 'My dears' and 'Love', though those quickly became real.

Neither of you knew realized at what point your friendship changed into love, but you both came to the realization on the same day.

It was raining, and the both of you were caught in the downpour, prompting you to take shelter in a rundown shed. Shivering you had huddled close to Sherlock, who had been more then ready to wrap his arms around you.

Something had compelled you to tilt your head up. Only to catch Sherlock's lips with yours.

He had been leaning down to kiss your head when you shifted.

The both of you had instantly pulled back. But only a few inches. You could still feel his warm breath against your lips.

Your gazes met. A question brimmed in his eyes, and somehow you were able to give him the answer he needed with a shift of emotions in your own eyes.

So he kissed you again, this time with twice the enthusiasm, which you returned tenfold.

That had been years ago. Currently you were formerly engaged to Sherlock Holmes. He had suggested the two of you go off on an impromptu trip to an exotic location before the wedding was to take place. It had surprised everyone when the news was announced, since trips like these were done after the wedding.

But then you and Sherlock were not a conventional couple.

You solved crimes for a living for goodness sake. Of course you weren't conventional.

The trip had turned out to be a case Sherlock had been working on, and while any other fiancée would've been angry to have her significant other distracted by something else you weren't even bothered. You knew Sherlock from the inside out. He would've returned to you with his full attention when done with the case.

Though you hadn't been expecting to come to his rescue.

"You do know I expect compensation for rescuing you while on vacation." You hummed as you watched him rummage through a drawer to retrieve the file he needed to send some crooks to jail. Finding what he needed he straightened up.

"And what is it that you require, my dear?" As soon as he asked the question, Sherlock knew he would regret it, given the devious gleam in your eyes.

Reaching up to press a sensual kiss against his lips. You pulled back a moment later, only for him to follow you with his lips, intent on carrying on kissing you for longer.

"Marry me. Today.”

[thgfanfictionlibrary]

Do you know of any fics which have Katniss and Jo as best friends, this will more than likely be a modern au but there could be canon ones aswell, I just want to see their chaotic friendship where they "hate" each other but are also really defensive with the other. Pls and thankyou

Hello @gingerbread-is-good!

Sorry this took me a while to get to but I've complied a list here and will be adding this to future masterlists topics as I too love this dynamic! Hope these are new to you and happy reading!

A Change of Heart-WinterWednesday (ao3) Summary: Post-Mockingjay One-Shot. "Now, here I am, watching my beautiful husband with Johanna's precious son, and all I can think of is that it should be our child. Peeta should get to experience this joy every single day. And I should be selfless enough to give it to him…"

Acceptable Payment: A Date With Katniss Everdeen-rEckLeSsLy.cOnFIneD (ff) Summary: "That Katniss was currently aware of, she needed to do two things: First, she needed to inform Johanna about everything that was Peeta Mellark. Second, she needed her help to make sure that she was most beautiful version of herself she had ever been for this New Year's Party." [Modern AU. Everlark.]

At the Peak-maddmaddworld (ao3) Summary: Katniss Everdeen moved to Summit County to work with her mentor and study the geology of the Rocky Mountains. She never expected to meet a sweet, shy snowboard instructor who would turn her first winter in Colorado upside down.

Mellark Orchards-mrspeetamellark (ao3) Summary: After breaking up with her long-time fiancé, veterinarian Katniss Everdeen decides to move to a small town in Pennsylvania and start over again. She meets a sexy, blonde farmer at a local orchard and feels instantly drawn to him. She knows, however, that she needs time to heal from her failed engagement before she starts dating again. Will Farmer Peeta help Katniss mend her broken heart? Will the two become romantically involved?

Office Affairs-Pagedancer87 (ao3) Summary: AU-Modern Everlark. Story done for birthday prompt for @everlarkbirthdaydrabbles on Tumblr for the prompt: fluffy coworker everlark

Pure As A Little Lamb-LemonLuvGirl (ao3) Summary: In response to an anonymous tumblr ask for a drabble with a promt for: “Katniss rooms with Johanna and while Johanna is looking for something in Katniss' room, she sees the used condom in the trash and calls up the gang (Finnick, Annie, Gale, and Peeta (even though unbeknownst to the rest of them it was Peeta she has been sleeping with) to figure out who Katniss had over the prior night.”

Rebound Girl-Diana_Flynn (ao3) Summary: Katniss Everdeen only goes for only one type of man. It doesn’t matter how tall he is, the color of his hair, or even his personality. What she wants is the man fresh out of a relationship. She likes being that temporary girl the guy uses to lick the wounds of his bruised heart. Too bad Peeta Mellark changes everything for her.

Secret More-than-Friends-JHsgf82 (ao3) Summary: Katniss and Peeta are the "single friends" of their friend group. Everyone keeps trying to fix them up with someone else-what they don't know is that Katniss and Peeta are secretly dating.

The One-burkygirl (ao3) Summary: Peeta is Katniss’s best friend and almost everything in her life revolves around him. When thoughts of Peeta start invading her dreams, Katniss must decide whether just being friends is enough.

Unpleasant Surprises-msdisdain (ao3) Summary: Johanna Mason and Finnick O'Dair (Irish for purposes of this modern AU) conspire to get their best friends, Peeta Mellark and Katniss Everdeen, to admit they have feelings for one another. Jo and Finn, however, may not be working with the most current information.

As always, if you have any questions, comments, or suggestions feel free to send me an ask!

-E

[secretswiftymarvelfan]

To celebrate I'm gonna send you some Jake Jensen, Fake Dating and this line- “You’re funny, but I can tell you’re hiding something.”

ooh this is a fun one! Thank you @sweater-daddiesdumbdork for sending in some prompts!

This is from my 2.5k Followers Creative Challenge and Exchange! If you wanna find out more and get involved, check it out here!

Island Paradise - Jake Jensen x Reader

A/N: my ever present obsession with Glass Onion definitely came through in this one 😂

Summary: Stuck on an island paradise pretending to date your best friend... what could possibly go wrong...

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: Language! Fluff! Lil bit of Angst! Anti-Tech Mogul!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Masterlist / Challenge Masterlist

Leaning back in your chair you threw the small foam ball across the office towards your best friend and fellow movie nerd Jake. He easily caught it in one hand before throwing it back across the office to you. The ball narrowly missed Pooch’s head as it went.

“Seriously guys? Can’t you move your desks closer together if you’re gonna do that? I don’t get why they’re so far apart considering how you’re best friends” Pooch says as he sits down at his desk.

“Where’s the fun in that?” Jake says holding his hands up, signalling for you to throw the ball again “it's the challenge that makes it entertaining”

“Cougar doesn’t seem to mind” you add pointing over to Cougar who was reclined back in his seat, feet up on his desk, hat tipped low over his eyes as he snoozed.

“Plus if you’re looking for someone to blame you should be looking at Clay, he’s the one who called us all in only to disappear into some meeting” Jake points out.

“I still stand by the point that I think it’s stupid your desks are literally on opposite ends of the office, makes sense to put the nerds together” Pooch states shaking his head.

You roll your eyes as you chuck the foam ball back towards Jake. At that exact moment, Clay walks back in and catches the ball midway through its journey to Jake.

“You guys wanna know what’s going down?” Clay asks pocketing the ball and holding up a file.

Everyone got up from their desks and made their way over to the central table they often used for mission planning. Clay began laying out everything from the file on the table, Jake instantly reaching out to take one of the photos.

“Wait are we going after this guy? One of the biggest tech moguls in the world right now?” Jake asks looking down at the surveillance photo.

“Hero of yours Jensen?” Aisha asks arching a brow.

“No he’s an egomaniac that is clueless about every company he owns and I’ll never forgive him for destroying my favourite social media platform, but can’t deny the companies he owns make some cool tech,” Jake says with a shake of his head.

“Yeah well it looks like he’s looking into investing in some more sketchy businesses,” Clay says placing another surveillance photo down showing the target meeting with a known arms dealer “the bigwigs want us to do some more digging before they organise a sting”

“How are we gonna do that?” You ask.

“Well our target is a bit of a party boy, every year he holds a private festival on his private island, we’re gonna infiltrate it and plant bugs and hack into his systems” Clay explains “you and Jensen are gonna pose as a couple attending the festival”

You feel your mouth go dry and your heart skips a beat. Jake was your best friend, in many ways he was your person. He was also the person that you had the biggest, most helpless crush on. A crush that started from the moment you met him and never wavered. You had never been brave enough to tell him your true feelings, you didn’t think he felt the same way and as time went on it just got harder and harder. The last thing you wanted was to jeopardise years of friendship.

There was no way you could do this, you couldn’t pretend to be Jake’s girlfriend. Be given that taste of heaven and not be able to keep it.

“Why us?” You squeak.

Clay narrows his eyes slightly “because Jensen specialises in comms and you in espionage” he says as if it was obvious.

And it was obvious, of course you two would be the top picks for this kind of mission.

“Yes. Right. Of course. Sorry um… period brain” you laugh weakly, pointing to your head.

You instantly regret your words as soon as you said them. Jake’s eyes widened slightly, Pooch clearing his throat uncomfortably, Aisha giving you a small awkward sympathetic smile.

Clay gives you a curt nod before turning his attention back to Jake “Jensen can you make up an Instagram page, fake IDs, the works and get the pair of you on the invite list” he asks

“Sure not a problem,” Jake says nodding his head.

“Don’t forget to set up a photo shoot to get all those cute couple pics” Pooch smirks.

You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks at the idea of having to take some couple photos with Jake. How on earth were you gonna survive this weekend?

“Uh no I think we’re good,” Jake says glancing over at you before quickly looking back at the intel on the desk.

“I’ll let the pair of you go over the intel, and prepare yourself,” Clay says glancing between the two of you and passing you the file.

A week later you were sat next to Jake, his arm slung around your shoulder as the speedboat took you towards the private island. You readjusted your sunglasses as you looked down at your left hand, fiddling with the jewel that sat on your ring finger. Something pooch had suggested to strengthen your aliases.

You’d wanted to say no, but he was right, having this show of commitment to each other was a good way to stop doubts from flying. For an expert in espionage, you’d found yourself trying to weaken your aliases not strengthening them. When you a Jake had sat down to talk boundaries he’d been the one to point out that zero PDA would only arouse suspicion. He of course wanted to make sure there was nothing you’d feel uncomfortable about but that just made it so much harder for you. Damn the considerate bastard.

“You okay babe?” Jake whispered in your ear pulling you from his thoughts.

You look over at him, noting the hint of concern in his eyes “yeah” you managed to say “yeah I’m good… babe”

Jake’s lips twitch upwards as he rubs your shoulders and looks back ahead. You swallow nervously trying to calm your nerves, looking out at the horizon.

Arriving on the island you were instantly greeted by a tall man holding a clipboard “name”

“Andy Rogers and this is my fiancée” Jake smiles wrapping his arm around your waist, telling the man your fake name.

The man hums arching a brow as he looked between the two of you “right” he mutters as he glances down at his clipboard, flipping through a few pieces of paper “ah yeah here you are, on the paid list”

“Paid?” You say in confusion.

The man frowns at you “yes, the list of influencers who paid to get invited” he states looking down his nose at you “like the other 90% that are here just for the clout”

“I wanted it to be a surprise,” Jake says quickly as he looks over at you.

You blink a couple of times before realising he was trying to cover up your slip-up. You quickly recover, tucking yourself into his side and plastering on a bright smile.

“Aw babe it’s okay, the trip is enough of a surprise” you smile running your hand over his chest, earning a smile from Jake as he holds onto your tightly.

“Cute,” the man says in a bored tone “here is the key card to your room, do not approach the host or talk to him unless he talks to you, are we clear?”

“Clear as the sky,” Jake says taking the keycard “C’mon babe we’ve got exploring to do” he smiles down at you before guiding you away.

Once you were out of earshot Jake leant in to whisper in your ear “some espionage specialist you are” he says teasingly.

You quickly jab him in the ribs with your elbow “shut up” you complain “the paid bit just confused me, I can’t believe people actually paid to be here, all for some name drop and a few photos” you say looking around.

“The internet is a very strange place” Jake hums in agreement “now c’mon let's go check out our room” he grins, wiggling his eyebrows.

You couldn’t help but laugh as he pulled you off towards the hotel-like building where you’d be staying. It didn’t take too long to find your room and surprisingly it was pretty basic. It was your typical hotel set-up, a double bed, desk, one chair and bathroom. Which made the issue of sleeping arrangements more of an issue.

“I’ll take the floor,” Jake says as he pulls out his laptop and sets it on the desk.

“What? Are you insane? You can’t sleep on the floor” you argue shaking your head.

“Well, I don’t wanna make you feel uncomfortable having to share a bed, so unless you’re offering?” Jake says arching a brow.

“No I’m not, but-“ you say before sighing deeply, reassuring yourself that it would be fine “look we’re two grown-ass adults, we can share a bed it’s fine, plus it’s not like we haven’t fallen asleep together before” you point out recalling all the movie marathons you’ve ever done.

“True, but let me know if you change your mind, we both know we’ve slept on worse than a hotel floor” jake chuckles reminding you of the many many missions where you slept on forest floors.

You smile softly over at him “thanks Jake, so do you wanna go over the plan for tonight?” You ask as you move to sit at the foot of the bed.

“Go out, have some fun and try not to get too drunk” Jake nods with a lopsided smirk.

“Jake,” you say giving him a pointed look.

“Yep, I’ve got the fake keycard here, you just gotta swap it for one of the staff’s, got an idea of a target?” Jake says holding up the keycard he brought with him.

“Are you sure you’ll be able to make the card access all areas?” You question making Jake gasp.

“Are you doubting my abilities?” He gasps before pointing over at you “you should know better” you shoot him another look “yes I can, for a tech mogul he’s picked some pretty basic tech” he confirms as he grabs the TV remote and flips on the TV.

“Good that’ll make it easier, I can easily swipe a waiter's pass,” you say with a shrug of your shoulders.

“Oh shit, they have all the Marvel movies! Even the ones that aren’t out on streaming yet!” Jake exclaims as he flicks through the TV before turning to look back at you “do we have to go out tonight, can’t we do the swiping tomorrow?” He asks hopefully.

“No” you pout because you would much rather have a marvel marathon than go out and fake date “we can’t raise any suspicions”

“Can we at least watch the new Black Panther movie when we get back later?” Jake pleads with puppy dogs eyes.

“Of course, I never pass up Marvel” you smirk “now we better go out and mingle a bit, make sure we don’t look like outsiders,” you say nodding towards the door.

Jake nods in agreement slipping his laptop back into his bag out of sight. Once the both of you were ready, Jake took your hand and led you out of the room and towards the pool area.

You had expected to have to be the ones who reached out and started conversations, but you had barely sat down at the bar and ordered a drink when a bubbly blond sat down beside you.

The conversation flowed pretty easily, mostly because she just talked about herself and all you and Jake had to do was sit, listen and pretend to be interested.

“Anyway enough about me! What was it that brought the two of you together?” She grins as she sips on her cocktail.

“Oh movies, we both kinda nerds when it comes to that sort of stuff,” Jake says honestly, smiling over at you.

“And travel” you add, recalling all the photos Jake had put on your Instagram page, all of which were from R&R days on missions.

“Yeah and travel there’s not a place we haven’t been” Jake chuckles as he shifts in his seat.

“Awesome! Where’s the best place you’ve been” she asks excitedly “I went backpacking in Bolivia and it was amazing!”

You stifled a laugh as you glanced over at Jake who was rubbing his beard to cover his smile “yeah we’ve been to Bolivia, not our favourite” you say making Jake snort with laughter.

“Yeah, we have fun in Mexico though” Jake grins.

“Oh, I love Mexico!” The blond exclaims “I like you two” she smiles pointing at the two of you “I’ll make sure to see you two later, see ya” she says hopping off her stool and giving the both of you a little wave before disappearing off.

“I’m starting to think this weekend is going to be easier than expected” Jake whispers in your ear, a shiver running down your back when you felt his lips ghost over the shell of your ear.

You swallow, nodding your head as you look over at him “yeah” you managed to say.

The mission might be easier, but keeping your cool was only getting harder and harder.

You were seriously struggling. Not with the mission. The mission was going perfectly. You had swapped the key cards, planted the bugs and hacked into the system to download all the info you could. All that was left to do was make sure you didn’t arouse any suspicion.

No, where you were struggling was with your feelings towards Jake. Because this weekend had been perfect. He’d been everything you ever dreamt of and more. But it wasn’t real.

It wasn’t real when Jake would wrap his arms around you and kiss your neck and shoulders. It wasn’t real when he pulled you onto the dance floor and spun you around. It wasn’t real when you woke up this morning, your head on his chest, his arms wrapped around you securing. And it certainly wasn’t real when he decided to feed you some of his pancakes, gently wiped away the syrup with his thumb and licked it off.

The story he told of how he proposed was also fake. Which killed you the most because it would be the perfect kind of proposal, one that would have you shouting yes over and over again as you leapt into his arms.

You weren’t sure how much more your heart could take, it felt like it was going to burst out of your chest at any moment. You needed to relax, try and just have fun, the mission was pretty much completed after all.

Which is probably why you decided to drink a bit more than you usually did. You weren’t drunk per se but you were definitely tipsy, making you act a little differently.

“Hey, you okay?” Jake asked as he grabbed your hand and pulled you off the dance floor.

“Pfft yeah I’m fine,” you say waving it off, your hand patting his chest.

Jake’s brows furrow and his eyes scan your face in concern “let’s get out here” he says, not giving you a chance to argue as he pull you away from the party and back towards your room.

“Jake I’m fine,” you say once back inside the safety of your room.

“No you’re not, you’re acting skittish and weird,” Jake says shaking his head “you have been all weekend, now what’s wrong”

You bit your lip as you try to think of something to say to explain your strange behaviour. You couldn’t stand being here any longer, you needed to get off this island if you had any hope of remaining sane.

“I think we should just abort the mission, just call it off and get the hell out of here” you state shaking your head.

“Why” Jake frowns in confusion

“Because…. Because um….” You stutter “Because I think this is all one massive cult and- and they all know that we’re outsiders and they’ll turn this into one massive murder mystery party with a cooky detective with a strange accent, they’re onto us and I’m gonna be like Florence Pugh, like everyone out there those influencers are just weird and not normal” you rant gesturing wildly.

Jake looks back at you eyes wide, his palms pressed together as he held his fingers to his lips to try and stop himself from laughing “You’re funny but I know you’re hiding something” he says pointing with his hands over to you “so just tell me what’s up”

“I- I can’t” you whisper shaking your head “just please forget it”

Jake shakes his head as he walks over “no because something’s wrong and it’s upsetting you so tell me what it is so I can help” he says cupping your cheek.

You bit your lip to try and stop it from wobbling “you can’t jake” you sniffle.

“Try me” Jake presses, wiping away your tears with his thumb.

“Jake” you whisper shaking your head.

“Y/N, sweetheart please” he continues to press.

“Jake please just stop” you beg, you couldn’t do this, admit your feelings, it would ruin everything.

“No not until you tell me what’s wrong” Jake states firmly.

“It’s nothing” you mutter, sniffling back your tears.

“It’s clearly not, Y/N c’mon” Jake presses, stepping even closer to you.

You choke back a sob, you had to stay strong, no matter how close he got, or how soft his hand felt against your cheek. But you felt like you were a volcano about to erupt.

“Y/N please” he presses once more causing your resolve to completely crumble.

“Because I love you okay!” You shout “I’ve loved you ever since I met you and it’s only gotten worse and this weekend has been hell because I’ve gotten to live the relationship I’ve dreamt about for years and its all fake and once the weekends over its all over and gone and I just hate that” you ramble getting everything off your chest, tears free fall down your cheeks.

A deafening silence fell in the room as Jake stared back at you, mouth agape, eyes wide. You watched him as he slowly blinked and closed his mouth as he tried to think of something to say. Clearly trying to work out a way to let you down gently.

“Look, just forget it,” you say stepping back and holding your hands up “it’s stupid and you clearly don’t feel the same way and you’re my best friend and-“ you say beginning to ramble, your hand shaking as you wipe away your tears.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa shit wait hold up” Jake interrupted surging forward and grabbing your hands to stop you from stepping back any further “you just caught me by surprise that’s all,” he said with a light chuckle “fuck Y/N I’ve loved you since the moment I met you too, I just didn’t think I ever had a chance”

“Don’t lie to me Jake” you stutter shaking your head at him.

“I’m not, I’d never lie to you Y/N, never,” Jake says softly as he cups your cheek “I love you Y/N”

“You do?” You whisper in disbelief.

“Always have” Jake smiles softly.

You look up at him, wide-eyed as you searched his eyes and face for any hint of a lie. But you found nothing, you still were struggling to believe it though.

That was until Jake slowly leant in, his lips softly capturing your lips. As soon as his lips met yours it felt like a shock of electricity travelling through your body, bringing you to life. Your arms wrap around his shoulders, fingers running up into his hair.

Jake’s arms snaked around your waist lifting you slightly as he pulled you closer. He slowly started walking the both of you back towards the bed, a squeak of surprise escaping your lips as you fell back onto the bed.

Jake held himself up enough that he was only an inch or two away, letting out a short breathy laugh as he looked down at you “hey” he smiled.

“Hi” you grin biting your lip as you smiled back up at him.

“Do you believe me now?” He asks gently brushing some hair out of your face.

You nod your head “yeah… yeah I do” you whisper.

“Good because I’m sick of pretending, pretending that I don’t like you more than a friend, pretending that being your fake fiancé isn’t killing me inside,” Jake says with a small shake of his head.

“Same” you mutter reaching up to cup his cheek and smiling back at him.

“So how about tomorrow we have our first real date? Enjoy the time we have left on this island together” Jake suggests.

“Sounds amazing” you grin nodding your head.

“Perfect” Jake smiles as he leans back down to kiss you.

Monday morning you and Jake stepped off of the speedboat and onto the small dock together. Jake’s arm draped over your shoulder, your hand holding onto his as the both of you walked towards the bar where the rest of the team was waiting for you.

As soon as you stepped inside the bar, the team fell silent for a second before instantly jumping into an argument. There was so much shouting you could barely hear what was being said.

“Whoa, guys what’s going on,” Jake asked as you reached the table.

“Just shut up and let them tell us what happened” Aisha shouts ending the argument.

“How did it go guys?” Clay asks turning to face you.

“Great got everything we needed,” you say, frowning slightly trying to work out what was going on, looking up at Jake to see if he has any clue.

“Yeah, they’re dating” Cougar nods.

“Told ya, pay up pooch!” Clay cheers holding out his hand.

“For god's sake,” Pooch grumbles as he pulls out and places 100 bucks on the table.

“What is going on here?” Jake says shaking his head in confusion.

“We had a bet on whether you guys would finally admit that you liked each other and you two just won me 100 bucks” Clay explains proudly.

“Wha-wha- how did you know?” You stutter in shock.

“You guys are so painfully obvious, how would we not notice” Aisha points out.

“Right well here’s the intel, I’m gonna go spoil my girl,” Jake says dropping his laptop bag onto the table.

“And since you wouldn’t have this without us, we’re gonna take our cut,” you say grabbing 50 bucks from Clay’s hand.

Before Clay could argue, Jake had steered you out of the bar and towards the beach “let's go celebrate babe” he grins.

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The drive into Star City felt like stepping into another world. A world I only heard about in stories, one that had been a ghost in our lives for years. Tommy’s fingers tightened around mine as the skyline of his old hometown came into view. I could feel his nerves and I reached over, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. 

“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” I asked softly and he smiled at me. 

“I think so.” He replied. I knew hose much this moment meant to him. Today we weren’t just meeting an old friend. We were finally reuniting him with a part of his past that he thought he’d lost for good. 

Tommy parked the car outside an unassuming building, a closed club he said was named Verdant. I got out with Theo, our son. He was more excited than anything, squirming to get down and explore. He was completely oblivious to the importance of this moment. Luckily, as we walked in, Theo finally calmed down. He was watching his dad search the room for the man he was here to see. 

When I saw Oliver Queen standing there, the surprise on his face shifted into shock. I knew how much Tommy had meant to him. Even without knowing all the details, I could feel the years of friendship, laughter, and heartbread, all wrapped up in his eyes. 

“Tommy?” Oliver’s voice was a mixture of disbelief and hope. 

“Hey, Ollie.” Tommy said, his voice soft but steady. I could hear the guilt, relief, and gratitude all pack into those two words. 

They embraced each other and I held Theo close. I felt a little bit like an outsider to a story that was beyond me. But when Oliver finally let go and looked over at us, he seemed to realized that he was being introduced to a new chapter of Tommy’s life. 

“Oliver, this is my wife, Y/N.” Tommy said, stepping back and looking at me with a smile. I gave Oliver a small smile, his expression softened as he looked at me. 

“And this little guy…” Tommy rested his hand on Theo’s shoulder. 

“...is our son, Theo.” Our son gave a little wave, his blue eyes bright with curiosity as he looked up at Oliver. 

“Hi!” He said cheerfully and I couldn’t help but smile. You could hear Tommy’s easy charm echo in our son’s voice. Oliver crouched down, grinning as he introduced himself. 

“Hey there, buddy. It’s really good to meet you.” His voice was gentle and his smile was genuine. He seems like he couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing. Theo smiled back, instantly warming up to Oliver. Tommy wrapped an arm around me, his own expression a mix of pride and emotion as he watched his oldest friend meet the family he built. 

We sat down together, stories pouring out of Tommy and Oliver. Some were about adventures and secrets, others were about pranks and fights. There were even some about nights spent in Verdant’s hayday. Oliver was quick to include me, asking questions about our life and how we met. Tommy’s eyes lit up as he talked about us, about the life we were able to build together. His hand found mine under the table and glanced over at me, his eyes filled with gratitude. I squeezed his hand, feeling a surge of love and pride for the man who carried so much and finally found peace. 

As the evening came to an end, Oliver stood with us at the door, looking at Tommy with a smile that said both forgiveness and understanding. 

“I’m glad you came back, Tommy… and thankyou for sharing this part of your life with me.” His voice was thich with emotion. Tommy nodded, giving his friend a smile. 

“It’s good to be back, Ollie… and we’re here to stay, I promise.” We walked back to the car, Theo half asleep in my arms. I knew how much it meant to Tommy, being back and reconnecting with Oliver. As we drove away I felt like we were stepping int a future that finally brought all his broken pieces together. I glanced over at him, resting a hand on his thigh as he drove. He smiled at me, reaching to hold my hand. 

“Thank you.” He whispered. 

“You don’t need to thank me. It was nice to finally see part of some of the stories I’ve heard.” I smiled and pressed a kiss to his cheek. This is exactly what Tommy needed and I was more than happy to give it to him.

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