#if you’re like ‘she’s probably not talking about me’ I AM!!!! (if we’ve interacted off anon more than once)

[alxtiny]

You like me? | Song Mingi x reader

Synopsis: where you confess you feelings to mingi unintentionally

Pairing: Song Mingi x gn!reader, college au

Genre: fluff, crack?

Word count: 0.7k

Warnings: none :)

Notes: Happy Valentines day to all the other lonely souls like me, I hope this makes a part of your day better

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In the quiet corners of the university library, you found solace among the shelves of books and the gentle hum of whispered conversations. Seated across from your best friend Yuri, you couldn't contain the excitement bubbling within you.

"He's just... so unbelievably pretty, Yuri," you sighed, your eyes glazing over with admiration. "I mean, have you seen the way he concentrates on his music? It's like watching magic unfold." you exclaimed, throwing your hands up in exasperation.

Yuri chuckled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Ah, yes of course the infamous Mingi I’ve been hearing about so much these days. I see your crush has reached legendary status."

You opened your mouth to protest, but before you could utter a word, she continued. "You know, if he likes you back, then it wouldn't be wrong for you to make some moves on this guy, right?" She grinned mischievously. Letting out a groan you slumped forward, resting your chin on your pile of books, “What am I gonna do, he’s infuriatingly difficult to decipher.”

Smiling at you fondly, Yuri placed her hand gently on yours. "Come now Song Mingi can’t be that hard to figure out. He seems like a nice guy."

Shaking your head at your best friend, you let out a sigh.

“You're probably right, but his cryptic words are giving me headaches. I don’t even understand half of the stuff he talks about whenever we’ve talked before. Plus, he hasn't shown any signs of liking me.”

"And he’s always so focused on what he does to even notice me properly. Did you know he’s a music production and sound engineering major, Yuri," you continued, animatedly gesturing with your hands. "Apparently he gets the best grades in his year. He must really be talented. I like him so much it hurts at this point.”

As you ranted about Mingi's talents and irresistible charm, Yuri's gaze shifted over your shoulder. Her expression changed from amusement to shock. With the sudden shift in her face, you followed her line of sight to find Mingi standing there, clad in his usual dark glasses and with his unruly hair sticking out at weird angles, it all made him look so endearing to you.

In one hand, he held a sleek midi keyboard, and in the other, a small bouquet of flowers. Your eyes widened, and you could feel the heat rising to your cheeks as Mingi spoke in his soft voice, "You like me?"

You were brought back to reality, caught off guard by his sudden questioning. Stuttering slightly, you managed to nod and confess, "Uh, y-yeah?." His lips quirked upwards and you could see the pink tinting the tips of his ears. His shy smile made you want to kiss him senseless, but your legs suddenly felt very weak.

A mischievous glint appeared in Mingi's eyes, and he grinned. "Well, then I guess you won't say no to the date I was gonna ask you on." Without waiting for an answer, he placed the bouquet of roses in front of you, and placed his own instrument down on the table next to you.

Your heart fluttered uncontrollably, and you smiled back at him sweetly. A genuine smile that reached deep into your chest and caused your heart to swell with happiness. Your friend watched on curiously, smiling brightly as she watched your painfully shy ass interact with Mingi.

"I was hoping you could spare some time tonight so i could show you my work, since last time we talked you said you wanted to hear it,” a blush crept up his neck and face, “Of course if you’re busy, I understand,” he said gesturing to your books.

A shy smile spread across your face as you giggled and, unable to resist, leaned in to kiss his cheek. Yuri, still in shock, watched as her ultimate ship came true before her eyes.

Mingi's eyes sparkled even more, his face becoming the embodiment of the 🥺 emoji. "Is that a yes??"

You nodded, your heart pounding with excitement. "Absolutely, Mingi. I'd love to go on a date with you."

Yuri finally snapped out of her initial surprise and clapped her hands in glee. "Finally! My ship has started sailing!!" She looked at you with dreamy eyes like a little child who had been given candy as you and Mingi simply laughed at her expression

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[aluveras]

The avengers quest

Peter Parker x Fem!reader

Also she is a Stark.

A/N: This took very long for no reason other then that i couldn't finish it for the life of me. I tried my best to write the characters as i think they'd be but i feel eeryone writes them diffrently so...

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: Mentions of sex, established relationship, Peter being an anxious cute guy, protective Tony (i am a sucker for fics with protective dad Tony), One daddy joke (once again a sucker for a daddy kink but it's only mentioned once) and i think that's about it

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You and Peter have always felt something for each other.                                                                                You first met when your dad said he wanted introduce to his teenage intern, which you were surprised by. He never interacted much with teenagers besides his daughter.

When you first saw each other you both felt something through your entire body. The feeling couldn’t exactly be described but it was sort of like a need to get closer to each other both physically and emotionally.

After you two met you would sometimes see him in the lab and after a while just started to hang out and watch movies or play videogames. Though you thought you both felt something Peter hadn’t made any move, so you decided that he probably didn’t like you.

That was until you told him you were going on a date with a guy and in a fit of jealousy he told you how he felt.

After that you two decided that you would try dating but keep it a secret for now so it doesn’t change anything at the compound.

For now things were going well. Your father hasn’t found out anything yet and  you hadn’t got the idea that any of the avengers knew (Natasha and Wanda excluded cause their THE besties).

You were watching a movie in the afternoon when you heard a knock at the door.                                       ��As you opened the door there stood Peter leaning on the side of the doors frame turning to you with a smirk.

‘’Hey baby, did you order a big pizza with some sexy spider toppings?’’

You broke out laughing/cringing while he was happy he made you laugh.

‘’No, I ordered a akward boy who can stop a bus with his bare hand, but can’t take my bra off without me having to turn around.’’

‘’That’s easy for u to say, you wear one every day I have no experience.’’

‘’No that was very clear.’’

As you both walked over to your bed you guys got into a cuddling position. Legs tangled, your head on his chest and his arms around you. It started it off with a kiss on your head which let to a kiss, which let to a make out session. As you straddled his lap he started to take off your bra.

‘’Hey! You did it!’’

‘’Thank you, thank you. I’d like to thank my aunt and Mister Stark and-‘’

‘’You’re really talking about my dad, while we’re doing this?’’

Peter smiled apologetically ‘’sorry..’’ he mumbled

‘’It’s okay, only because you’re so cute.’’

As you continued the door suddenly flew open.

Both you and Peter looked to the door in horror.

‘’Pocket sized stark and Spiderling?!’’

‘’Pointbreak?!’’ ‘’Thor?!’’ both you and peter were scream whispering.

It was silent for a few seconds.

‘’So, I’m just gonna go.’’

Thor turned around and just left without closing the door.

After a few seconds of you staring at the door Peter started kissing you neck again.

‘’Peter….’’ You whispered.

‘’Hm.’’ He hummd.

‘’Are you for real right now?’’

‘’What? I just wanna kiss you so bad.’’ He whined and putt your bra on right.

‘’Thor’s gonna tell everyone!’’ You said as you got off peters lap.

‘’There’s nothing you can do about it now. It’s a Friday so he’ll go to a bar and drink                            and fall asleep on his bed absolutely drunk and won’t tell anyone.’’’

‘’The best you can do now is kiss me because I’ll die if I don’t get to kiss you more.’’ Peter said with a bit of a desperate voice

‘’Fine, but if he tells someone drunk, he can also tell everyone we’ve broken up.’’

‘’Then he can also tell everyone I passed away because I can’t live without you.’’

You started to fight off the smile that just wouldn’t go away.

‘’You’re so cheesy.’’

You straddled his lap again and took off your top and bra.

‘’Hey, I was finally starting to get the hang of it.’’

‘’Yeah, yeah just take off your clothes and fuck me already.’’

‘’Yes ma’am.’’

As you went to get breakfast the next morning (Barely being able to walk).                                            You see Thor standing in the kitchen trying to figure out how the microwave works.

He saw you and his face looked like you’ve saved his life

‘’Hey pocket sized Stark, do you know how this weird thing works?’’ You had to hold in your laugh as you said.

‘’Hey pointbreak, yeah I’ll help you IF you do something for me in return.’’

‘’Of course milady, what is it?’’

‘’Well you remember when you walked in on me and Peter-‘’

‘’’Having sex? Yeah of course! But don’t worry its totally a normal thing and luckly I know Peter doesn’t have a small-‘’

‘’NO that’s not what I meant! I just need you to not tell anyone about us.’’

‘’Uhm.sure but you might wanna talk to Sam aswell about it.’’

‘’WHAT?!’’ You groaned. You knew you shouldn’t have listened to Peter and just immediately have followed Thor. You showed Thor how the microwave works and he thanked as you quickly started sprinting away to find Sam.

You spend some 5 minutes running around the compound to find him                                                 infront of the tv with bucky. Sam layed full wide across the couch with Bucky standing next to the couch with his hands in his pockets. As they saw you Sam started screaming ‘’Peter! Peter! Yes!’’

‘’Yes?’’ Peter asked as he walked in. Seeing you stand there he immediately knew why they said that and started blushing from embarrassment.

You rolled your eyes and said.

‘’Ha ha very funny. Now I need you guys to not tell anyone before my father finds out.’’

‘’You might wanna talk to Steve then…’’

You groaned annoyed and started to search for Steve with Peter running close behind you.

‘’Did you talk to thor?’’

‘’Yes and he told Sam, and Sam told Bucky and Steve. So now I have to talk to Steve’’

‘’We, I’ll go with you.’’

‘’Alright, just don’t slow me down.’’

‘’Yes ma’am.’’

After a while you found him in the gym working out. Probably breaking another gym equipmrnt.                                                  You stopped and stared for a bit at his muscles.

‘’Wow make it more obvious you want him more then me.’’

‘’Alright calm down, you are the reason I cant walk properly and also like you don’t stare at Natasha.’’

‘’THAT WAS ONE TIME! I stare at you constantly you can ask that to her!’’

‘’It’s fine, she would eat you anyway if you hurt me or try to flirt with her.’’

‘’Ha ha.’’

‘’I’m not joking.’’

‘’Don’t you have to talk to Steve?’’

‘’We right?’’ Peter rolled his eyes which you chose to ignore.

You walked in and Steve immediately said.

‘’I know you’re here to talk about me not telling anyone about you two.’’

‘’How?’’ both you and Peter said.

‘’Sam texted me and saying and I quote ‘The love-insects are on the move’.’’

‘’PLEASE tell me you didn’t tell anyone.’’

‘’Only Natasha’’

‘’Oh great, she already knew’’ you sighed in relief. Peter immediately whipped his head towards you

‘’Wait you told her?!’’ Peter asked.

‘’Yeah well she knows about everything, also Wanda knows by the way.’’

‘’Of course..’’

Suddenly Steve interrupted you two.

‘’Oh and I also told Bruce!’’

Just as he said that FRIDAY started speaking out of your phone.

‘’Mr. Stark requests you and Peter appearance in the lab.’’

‘’Why don’t I just go jump out of a window?’’ Peter asked

‘’No, I can handle my father’’ You said.

‘’I can’t.’’

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You both walked into the lab. You walked in confidently you were ready to defend you and Peter’s relationship. Peter however was shaking. He held your hand in a death grip as you walked in.  Afraid it might the last time he gets to.

As you walked in your father was leaning on a desk with a disapproving look on his face.

You felt Peter get more anxious the closer you got.                                                                                           As reassurance you gently squeezed his hand and you felt him get just a little less tense.

Tony looked at your collided hands and start shaking his head.

‘’So, it’s true.’’

As Peter wished Nat would come in and eat him already, you knew that as cringy as it                    is, your father just wants what’s best for you. You let go of Peter’s hand                                            and he took that as a sign to step back a bit and  leave you two to talk.

‘’So, I putt a roof above your head and you decide to repay me back be lying to                                     me for about how long?’’

‘’I’m so sor-‘’ Your dad cut you off dramatically with a hand infront of your mouth.

‘’How. Long.’’

‘’6 months.’’ He once again dramatically sighed and called Peter forward.                                                Your boyfriend looked like he was about to shoot webs out of his butt as he slowly shuffled   forwards.

‘’So, I give you your superhero dream and YOU repay me by sleeping with my daughter.’’ 

‘’Excuse me Sir, but you know its not just about sex.’’

‘’Alright well, you didn’t have to confirm what we do.’’

Peter ignored what you said as he looked at you and smiled

‘’She’s my everything. Whether I’m angry, sad, happy or confused about what I’m feeling, when I look at her. I feel my chest glowing, like it’s going to explode. I can’t fight off the smile that grows on my lips when I see her laugh. And yes I do have a physical attraction but even then I’m trying to be focused on her needs the most. It feels like everything I do is for her and in return I get that glowing feeling and strong smile.’’’

‘’Can you get more cheesy?’’ Tony said with an eye roll.

‘’Just because you can’t be romantic doesn’t mean its cringe.’’ You said

‘’Oh please, you believe that? I mean I love the kid but I saw in his google search ‘’Y/n Stark hot pictures’’ I will never get over that.’’ You giggled a little.

‘’What I said was true and Sir I would love your blessing to date your daughter.’’

‘’You don’t need his blessing to date me, I love him but it’s my love life.’’ You said reassuring him

‘’I know my love, but let me at least try to kiss your dad’s ass.’’

It wasn’t quiet for long with you trying to hold in your laugh, your father trying not to send Peter to an early grave and Peter saying as quickly as possible.

‘’Heard it as soon as I said it , just leave it alone.’’

‘’Let’s leave this all alone and have you two stop whatever you’re doing.’’

‘’Sir, you know there is no other guy that can treat and protect your daughter better then me.’’

‘’Alright, one dinner. Where in you will show me how you will treat my daughter perfectly AND if I then give you my blessing I will not HEAR or SEE any things past a little kiss.’’

‘’Sir yes sir!’’ Peter said very happily since he can now finally show off his girlfriend to the people that matter to him.

You yourself felt very happy. You and your father actually have a great relationship and because of that he’s very protective of you. You felt bad having to lie about something important in your life or more someone.

‘’Thank you so much daddy!’’ You said as you hugged

‘’What are you thanking me for?” Peter said

‘’Forget the dinner. I would rather say captain popsicle is a mediocre man then ever see you two again in the same room. Breathing the same air.’’

[vaile-elenya]

I have so many thoughts on the rings situation. Also, I’m going to be honest I have no clue what those things do sometimes. We the audience know that the three rings aren’t corrupted because we have omnipresence.

In universe, Elrond just say Galadriel touched something and spat out a prophecy. In context, you watch your aunt/mom figure touch something and said some weird prophecy. It’s clear it’s because of the ring. The ring that is dangerous because it’s powerful. It is also could be UBER dangerous because Satan may have made it. The same guy that disguised himself and befriended your best friend. We the audience can see the prophecy but they can’t. If that was me, I’d think she’d be on weed

You have an amazing point about saying “I’m not corrupted by the ring” <- person who is corrupt would say that. IT’S TRUE! In universe, they don’t really have proof besides the tree being restored. Even then, thinking Sauron saved the tree because he had a plan with the elves seems logical. We know that he’s weird about Galadriel (dude she doesn’t want you, let it go. Don’t be an incel) so one could argue that he wants the elves to stay so he saved the tree. We know that isn’t true, and with the information given in universe, it almost seems logical.

This isn’t me trying to hate on Galadriel because I love her dearly and her biggest crime is not being truth and a mean. She’s everything I’ve wanted in a character because I am also a make mistakes more than I should.

With Elrond saying “she did it to protect the ring” sounds harsh and it is. However, the way Robert said that line and in context to Elrond’s history, that is someone trying to convince himself that he doesn’t need anyone. He probably feels betrayed by everyone because they didn’t tell him a lot of things, so he must feel iced out.

I know this because I did this two months ago. I thought my friend chose someone else over me and then I went on an abandonment issues spiral 💀 I thought they didn’t care about me so I went on a whole mentally rant about how I didn’t need anyone because of course people leave. I

That’s what I think Elrond is doing, the abandonment issues spiral. That’s just my two cents on everything. Feel free to disagree and we can talk about it!

No, I think you’re spot on with the abandonment issues spiral. It ties directly into what we know about Elrond from the writers—he feels like an outsider in his own kingdom.

(Long rambling ahead, so I'm putting it under the cut!)

From the audience’s perspective, it’s easy to see his actions as over-the-top or too harsh. We've spent so much time in S1 watching events unfold from various angles. We know about Galadriel’s journey with Halbrand/Sauron on the raft. We’ve seen their interactions, we know what they said, and we can quote some of their conversations by heart.

But Elrond? He doesn’t have that luxury. The only things he knows about Halbrand are what Galadriel told him—and that’s not much because, well, Galadriel has not exactly been the most open sharer.

When you put yourself in Elrond’s shoes and let go of all the things you know and he doesn’t, his choices start to make a lot more sense. Imagine this: your closest friend, who you thought had sailed off to the undying lands, suddenly reappears in Middle-earth with a mortal companion. You learn he’s the king of the Southlands, and later it’s revealed that he’s a talented smith who once worked for Aulë. He’s even got a brilliant idea that could help save the Elves. Why would you suspect anything? He looks harmless, and your friend vouches for him.

But then, as time passes, things start to unravel. The great idea to forge three rings comes to fruition, and suddenly you realize it was Sauron all along—the greatest evil force Galadriel swore to destroy. And worse, she knew, but she didn’t tell anyone. In fact, if she hadn’t abandoned that scroll at the Breakup Pond™, you’d still know nothing.

You realize the rings were forged with Sauron’s guidance. The same Sauron Galadriel spent years hunting down. And now, not only did she fail to end him, but she actively hid his identity. What happened to the relentless warrior who wouldn’t rest until Sauron was gone? Now she’s keeping his secret? It doesn’t add up.

Surely she must be under his influence. How else can you explain it?

You turn to Gil-galad and Círdan, two of the wisest Elves you know, hoping they’ll understand the gravity of the situation—but neither decides to destroy the rings. This is far from what you expected.

Meanwhile, Galadriel insists that she knows the rings are free from corruption, but honestly, it sounds like exactly the kind of thing someone under Sauron’s influence would say.

(Plus, her judgment hasn’t exactly been foolproof before. Sauron, in his pretty disguise, already tricked her once, and she even used that as an argument for her actions when Gil-galad questioned her. So how can we (Elrond, the viewers, even Galadriel herself) be totally sure that she’s not falling for it all over again?)

At this point, Elrond feels utterly betrayed. He doesn’t know if he can trust anyone, even those he considers closest to him. From his perspective, everyone he’s shown these rings to has instantly become utterly captivated by their beauty and power. Isn’t it almost like... like what Sauron would want to happen? 🤨

I think Elrond’s attitude seems to be driven by both his bitterness over feeling abandoned and the fear of what might happen next. Because sure, the rings helped with the Golden Tree. I feel like the only problem Elrond has with that is... that nothing comes free. He’s afraid of the cost they will have to pay for delaying their fading. Cheating death, in Durin’s words.

And I agree that Elrond’s treatment of Galadriel is harsh, but in a way, it feels like he’s giving her a taste of what she’s been doing all along—disregarding everyone else’s opinions except her own (he’s just doing that a little more firmly). Plus, Galadriel’s response to this whole situation doesn’t make it any easier to feel for her either. @theivorybilledwoodpecker nailed this point in this great post:

Last season, he promised to trust her. When he was reluctant to make the rings, she brought the promise up almost like she was weaponizing it against him.

When he got angry at her for her tricking him into making rings Sauron wanted made, she basically went, "Well, if you hadn't have failed with the dwarves I wouldn't have had to."

Every time she goes to apologize or set things right, it's so he can do something for her. First it's so she can get the rings back. Then so she can get him to go on the journey.

And again, she keeps bringing up the promise. She's weaponizing his trust. She seems to see the promise as "Gotcha! You didn't word it to cover every possibility, so now you need to trust me forever!"

Finally, he decides to go on the expedition to Eregion with her. To help her and not abandon her. But she stops looking so pleased at this once she finds out he's going to be the leader. Because sure she wanted his help. Under her own terms. And I get that being demoted hurts, but it's not entirely unwarranted. It's not out of line for Gil-galad and Elrond to question whether Sauron, the master deceiver who fooled her so badly that she was willing to help him get a kingdom, could still be messing with her mind.

That said, while it’s difficult and uncomfortable to watch, I think it’s crucial for Galadriel’s character development. I actually love how the writers are spinning this story—it’s the perfect way for her to learn humility and grow into the Galadriel we know from LOTR. It all connects beautifully.

The same goes for Elrond. This is a brilliant backstory that helps shape him into the Lord of Imladris we see later on, and I’m honestly in awe of how well it’s being handled. It just fits so perfectly.

And like I mentioned in my earlier post, Galadriel can’t be fully trusted until she earns that trust back. For her to do that, she has to move beyond her obsession with revenge and pride, and prove her new motivations to others. She’s trying, but it shouldn’t be easy, and it isn’t. I’m really glad this arc isn’t being wrapped up in a single episode, because it’s so important to both Elrond’s and Galadriel’s growth. Can’t wait to see how they come to an understanding.

Anyway... thank you for the ask! My ask box is open if any of you want to share your views on this or talk about anything else 🫶

[supercorpkid]

Ace Reporter - part 3

Supergirl, Kara Danvers x Reader, Lena Luthor x Reader

Word Count: 2350

Part 1, Part 2

Your editor is thrilled with the situation you just got yourself into. Flying to Kaznia to find Lex's secrets, with another Luthor and a CatCo reporter is like a dream come true. To him. 

To you, this is probably high on the list of your worst nightmares. Anything Lex Luthor related would easily be up on your list, but with Kara's words hanging over your head since you last saw her, this situation is easily number one.

‘I'd make out in a closet too if you were my Lois’, keeps haunting you in your sleep. How dare she say something like that? It's not even like you were being nice to her all this time. Polite, maybe. Sometimes not even that. What would make Kara think that in a week or so of you being polite at best, you had any interest in making out with her?

Or is it a tactic to throw you off your game? You two are getting on a plane to fucking Kaznia with Lena Luthor. Maybe she is trying to destabilize you, so she can ask the best questions. Yes, this should be it. But you won’t fall for that. 

Kara Danvers will not distract you!

“Lena, hey!” She waves at Lena like two best friends would and you furrow your brows at the interaction. “Look who I brought with me! The best investigative journalist in the business!”

Kara turns to you and flashes the brightest smile you’ve ever seen, capable of lighting up the whole world. You bite your lip to keep you from smiling too.

Yep. You’re screwed.

"You remember Y/N, right?"

And then Lena comes closer, a big smile on her face as well, showing you her hand. “We’ve met. I’m familiar with her approach.” She raises an eyebrow at you while you shake her hand strongly. “Flattery and flirting.”

“Flirting?” Kara mumbles under her breath, shocked.

“It’s not usual, mostly circumstantial depending on who I'm interviewing." You match Lena's smirk. 

"See, I am flattered." Lena smiles, pointing to the private jet, and you follow her leaving a dumbfounded Kara Danvers behind.

"Are you coming, Danvers?" You add a little smirk, and watch her cheeks going a dark shade of red. You don't understand why you're flirting with both women, and enjoying it so much. But you're finding it hard to stop.

Kara Danvers is a good reporter. Knows her facts and asks the right questions. Her little notes are already worth the front page of the stupid magazine she works for. And yet, you find it hard to admit she deserves all the prizes in the world just for being herself. Strip her out of all her journalist qualities and she would still deserve all the prizes and all the best. There's also something else you've been thinking about stripping her out from.

You would rather die than tell her that.

Lena Luthor is a good… What is Lena's job description, anyway? CEO? Scientist? Hottest woman alive? She is good at everything. Creating a plane that flies itself, transforming her brother's evil company into something for good, having one of the sharpest minds you've ever seen. Those are some of the things that she can do, while looking extremely hot.

You might die if you can't tell her that.

But you're at a job. You can't go around thinking about Kara's muscular arms, and Lena's perfect eyes. Can't picture yourself with one or the other, or even between both sometimes. No matter how many times you find yourself in that exact position.

And it's weird, because you're quick to find that not only they have a good work relationship but they are also best friends. Lena goes to game nights and dinner dates with Kara and her friends. Has worked alongside Kara's sister and Supergirl (What? Nice!) several times to help save the world. They are all extremely connected, and you're the odd one out.

Usually you'd hate that feeling. But while you're at a job you actually enjoy that. You like that they are somewhat careless to talk about their everyday life and how much intel that gives you.

At least you were enjoying it, until the plane got hit with a lightning strike and you let out an embarrassing shriek in shock.

"Don't worry, it's just a lightning storm." But Lena's chuckle is not one that makes you calmer, instead, it makes you more nervous when you look out the window.

"Is lightning usually purple?" Kara asks the question right out your lips.

The airplane loses power. A bad sign. Really bad one. Especially when it starts dropping a few meters high, and Lena runs to the cockpit saying she is going to land the plane.

"We need to make an emergency landing, and I need an extra pair of hands." Lena yells from up front and you're up on your feet before Kara even has a chance to think about it. If you're going to die, you're going to fight for your life first, and not depend on other people to save you.

"We need to get the power back on." Lena points to the electric wires. "I have to believe you know how to hotwire something."

"What, do I look too much like a bad girl?" You snark, but your hands are already making quick work on the wires, and Lena celebrates with an excited 'yes!' when you get the engine back on.

"Bad girl or not, I believe you're my savior." Lena smiles, but it soon turns into a frown when she realizes she is going to have to land the plane. "Go check on Kara while I land this."

"On it." You get up from your place next to Lena, and go back to where Kara was seated. "Danvers?"

She emerges from the bathroom, looking flustered. "I wouldn't have eaten all that sushi if I knew this was going to happen. God, I hate flying." 

You hold back a laugh and the wish to say, she shouldn't have eaten all that sushi anyway. Lena safely lands the plane and appears next to you in a blink.

"That lightning wasn't natural, someone brought us down on purpose." 

Shocking. You're in Kaznia to find out Lex's secrets and someone tries to take down your airplane. Yeah, truly shocking.

You might have ruined the element of surprise, but there's nothing you can do now, except to go in and try to gather as much information as possible. You three make your way inside a military facility. 

Lena sounds completely shocked he would have an army behind him, you and Kara do nothing but share a look, not surprised and not comfortable in this place.

DEO, test subject, cloning, aliens, desert facility. They throw out words that mean something to them, but to you this is all pretty much new. You're not stupid though, you're quick to understand what Lex Luthor was trying to do by gathering aliens and trying to harvest their powers.

But obviously all this information wouldn't just be lying around with no one to guard them. You're lost and confused and definitely way out of place here. Lena realizes someone named Eve was working with Lex behind her back, and she can clone herself! Like, how is this real life, and why are you tangled in this web when it has literally nothing to do with you at all?

And yet, you're here in fucking Kaznia, running from a psychopath and trying to protect your physical integrity while Lena uses a electric shock thing to fight the clones off and Kara uses her fist. Oh, and to top it all off, there's also a loud alarm saying the whole place is going to explode in a few minutes. Great. Just great.

Again, how did you end up here?

You duck from a fist almost a second too late, but luckily Eve hits the wall behind you, and you can't help but yell.

"Shit! I don't get paid enough for this!" You say, while Lena knocks the clone you were supposed to be fighting out of the way. What the fuck is happening here, and why do the both of them know how to defend and fight and you look extremely stupid running and yelling for your life?

When you suggested you and Kara found out something about Lex, this entire situation never once crossed your mind.

Another clone comes at you while Lena is distracted and Kara is knocking one down. Ok, then. You turn your hands into fists, ready to fight. Before you have the chance to even move, she punches your face and you stumble back, hitting the wall. Ouch, and also, goddamn it! 

Kara is holding the clone by the collar of her jumpsuit, and tossing her away from you the very next second. How did she show up in front of you so fast? 

She touches your face gently, one eye blinking a tear of worrisome away. "You ok?"

There's a sharp pain on your face. You are not ok! Why the fucking hell are you getting punch here, just to find out Lex Luthor's fucking secrets just so Lena can give you a fucking ass quote about her brother, so you can come back home? This is not worth it!

"Find the way out. Get out of here." Kara instructs, after you slightly nod at her. 

Even though you are dying to do what she just said, you are stubborn enough to not let Kara Danvers get all the credit for this crusade.

"No! I'm in this until the end!"

But then a new clone comes running at you and Kara has to defend you once again.

"I'm not letting you get hurt for an article." She growls, impatient. "Get to safety, please. We're in this together. I'm not going to keep anything away from you. You have to trust me."

You squeeze your eyes shut, indecision crossing your mind. How can she ask you that? You don't trust her! You don't believe she is not going to keep something from you just so she can have the upper hand in this. But then again, why would she be protecting you with so much intent? Why would Kara Danvers shed a tear for your pain?

"Go, Y/N!" Lena yells from the other side as well. "We're right behind you! Find the way out, we don't have much time."

Your feet finally detach from the ground and you run out of there, trying to find the exit with the loud alarm clogging up your every move and your thoughts. 

Splitting up was probably the stupidest idea ever, though. Is not like you can fight the evil Eve's clone by yourself if you are met with one. You're still shocked Kara was able to fight so many with nothing but her hands.  

Actually, somehow, deep down, you're not shocked. Girl has those rock solid biceps, insatiable hunger, and behind that sweet dweeb face she looks so… so… Strong. Powerful. Super.

“Sometimes I think you have a secret.”

You hear your own voice, replaying a conversation you once had with her.

Kara Danvers just seems to think that clues and information fall on her lap.

But what if they don't fall on her lap because she is good at it. What if she just sees more than anyone?

Kara: What's up with Y/N?

Clark: Best reporter I know. Great at finding people's secrets.

What if Clark saying you're great at finding other people's secrets wasn't a compliment? What if Kara Danvers not wanting to work with you had nothing to do with sharing the byline but you finding out her secret, the one you're so sure she has?

You stop in front of a door, eyes inadvertently zooming in inside. It's a bedroom. There's a bed, a nightstand, and the awful green wallpaper is peeling off in several places but none of that catches your attention. What grabs your attention is the absurd amount of pictures on the walls. Most of them are of Kara and Lena together, but Kara is in every single one of them. Why is this? Who would have such a weird obsession with that nerdy dork?

Your eyes travel fast between all the pictures. The alarm is going off loudly in the background, mixed with distant voices and there's this somber atmosphere embracing you, making you just want to get the hell out of this creepy room.

But your eyes keep going, scamming the room for everything it has. Until your stomach drops. Blood runs cold. There are two pictures right next to each other that make your heart beat so fast, you can feel it up in your throat.  

Kara Danvers in one, hands on her waist. That nerdy looking face, glasses, crinkle, thin lips, that just makes you wanna punch it sometimes. And then kiss her right after to make it all better. It's an inexplicable feeling, really. 

And right next to it, there's one of Supergirl. Hands on her waist. Looking all mighty and powerful and strong. Looking like a freaking goddess, and yet. The feeling is the same. The same need of kissing her face with an uppercut, and then, well, a real kiss.

It's really embarrassing how obvious it is. And you know how shocked you're supposed to be right now, but you're not. Not even the slightest.

Kara Danvers is Supergirl. 

The loud alarm and countdown in a foreign language disappear in the background and even though you’re sure it’s still there, you can’t hear a thing. Your head spins out of control because you knew that. Knew there was a secret, knew there was more to Kara than stupid cardigans and dweeb face. You absolutely knew that.

And then, like clockwork:

"You are exactly like Clark. Disappears, comes back all disheveled…"

"Clark told me his cousin works for CatCo. Her name is Kara Danvers."

Clark Kent is Superman.

Fuck. Shit. Fucking shit. 

These certainly weren't the secrets you thought you'd stumble upon while in Kaznia.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Up All Night 3

Warnings: dark elements, noncon, age gap, narcissim, probably name calling and nasty words, other dark elements. Proceed with caution. (older!reader)

Note: I wasn’t serious about this but now I were. Please let me know what you think as it helps me a lot with ideas and I love interacting with you all.

Part of The Club AU

You take the three minutes you have before you’re due for the meeting to pull on the black leggings you keep in your gym bag. It’ll have to do. You don’t have time to waste. The cardigan conserves your professionality.

You enter the meeting room. Ransom sits, hunched slightly as he squints at his laptop. He rubs his cheek, his lack of sleep showing in the bags under his eyes. You sit in one of the sleek black chairs and tap your fingers on the table. He aims a pointed look in your direction. You tap your nails louder.

“You call these notes?” He scoffs as he looks back at the screen.

“Mr. Drysdale, if you have your own, I suggest you go off of those.”

He rolls his eyes and sits back. “Whatever, I don’t need to fucking talk about the book. This is about a contract, not whatever bullshit plot this guy dreamed up in his shit–”

You see Robert Laing through the transparent panes of the wall. You recognise him from his author’s portrait. You stand in expectation as Ransom remains as he is, slouching in his chair as he swivels it back and forth. You muster a smile as Laing enters.

“Good morning, thank you for meeting me,” he takes the lead as he enters.

“Been waiting,” Ransom mutters.

“Robert Laing,” the writer introduces himself, offering his hand over the table.

Ransom makes a show of sitting forward and shakes it halfheartedly. To your surprise, the prospective client turns to you. You shake his hand eagerly, “Mr. Laing, we’ve been looking forward to it.”

“I know you,” he returns smoothly, “you must be the face behind the emails.”

“Ah, yes, that would be me,” you say proudly, raising your chin, “I trust you received the firm’s offer then.”

“I did,” he lowers himself into the chair across from Ransom and you sit as well, “I had my lawyer review it, of course. I’ve terms, a few, no major changes. More of an author than an editor, which is where you come in.”

“What do you want?” Ransom demands.

You clear your throat, “what are your suggestions?”

Ransom pivots the chair slightly and stomps your foot under the table. You hide the pain in your crushed toes and push your shoulders wise. He’s a little brat and he doesn’t like being reminded of that. He has to realise Laing is a hot property he can’t bully into taking the contract.

“It would be the percentage, solely, on the rights,” Laing unzips his bag and slides out a thin tablet, “what I think you’ve offered is just below fair, I would say. You must understand, everything I create is very personal.”

“We do understand, Mr. Laing,” you assure him, trying to disguise Ransom’s scoff as you raise your voice.

“Forgive my assistant. She talks too much. Let’s not get confused, Robbie, I’m the boss,” Ransom says, “so the lady is gonna leave and let the men talk figures.”

You slowly glance over at Ransom, careful not to lose your poise. You keep your smile in place and gather up your leather folder and metal pen. You stand.

“Of course, Mr. Drysdale, you are correct, I am only the assistant. Mr. Laing, it was a pleasure. You are very talented and I hope your place is with Thrombey Press. If not, I wish you the best in your endeavours.”

“Thank you,” he stands politely, “very nice to finally place a face to the name.”

You nod and strut out without looking back. There’s nothing more you can do and if Ransom blows it, he’ll know exactly who to blame. Though you’re sure he lacks that humility.

🩸

You settle in at your desk, the smell of cappuccino wafting up from your blouse. A bitter reminder of your hectic morning. You review the workday against Drysdale’s personal calendar. You truly hope he doesn’t intend to meet with the new non-fiction editor at that club. 

Just as you feel your irritation fading, Ransom appears, striding past without a word. He slam his office door and you glance over. He steps up to the blinds and closes them, blocking your sight. Oh, you don’t think it went well.

You continue, trying not to think about it. Laing would’ve been a great acquisition, especially since Drysdale has lost several during his tenure. A few minutes pass before a message pops up on your screen.

‘Asshole is ‘thinking about it’.’

You open Teams and type back. ‘Better than a no. Let’s hope he accepts.’

‘Cappucino is cold.’

His response is about as much as you expect. You reply with ‘yes, sir,’ and grab your purse. Anything to get away from him. The wall is hardly thick enough to simmer your agitation.

You sweep out and check your watch. You’ll allow yourself fifteen minutes to get it together and get his cappuccino. You’ll do your best not to spit in it.

At the coffee shop, a local place you prefer on your rare breaks, you put in your order. A cappuccino for him, a tea for yourself. You move along the counter, joining the queue at the window, waiting for them to call your name.

You stand close to a table, the shop overcrowded. A chair scrapes and someone coughs. You try to shimmy out of the way as someone stands on the other side of the table.

“Excuse me,” the familiar voice calls your name, “I thought that was you.”

You turn an greet Laing with a smile, this one less put on, “oh, surprise running into you here.”

“Ah, yes, I’m afraid I have a weakness for caffeine. A writer’s curse,” he smooths his lapel, “and you?”

“Tea,” you answer.

“Mm, yes, black tea?”

“Herbal, no caffeine,” you assure him.

There’s an awkwardness there, things unsaid.

“Would you mind,” he gestures across from him, “five minutes. I’d love to run something by you.”

“Oh?” you tweak a brow curiously.

“Forgive me, I don’t know the man well, but you seem the brains of the operation,” he explains, “and honest at that.”

“Right,” you utter slowly.

“I promise, I won’t keep you long enough for your tea to go cold.”

“Oh, don’t worry about it,” you wave him off, “I don’t mind.” You sit and forget all about your order, “I really think you could do well with Thrombey Press…” you begin the pitch Ransom scrapped.

[dearweirdme]

(warning, this got way longer than anticipated sorry)

ik this is probably a dead topic to you and i apologize for bringing it up again but i was just rewatching the leaked jk videos of him in his apartment with that girl bc i saw some discourse abt it in another tkk blog’s comments. some jk stan who’s convinced he’s straight, that he was sleeping arnd/had a girlfriend, and that we’re all delusional came in the comments and basically started stirring shit lol. they mentioned they believed he was dating that tattoo artist girl who he was photographed w his arms arnd as well. but i thought she had a bf at the time of that pic being released? idk fs tho and that pic def gave off close friend vibes to me?

anyways, seeing the discourse made me go back and watch the video again and the more i watch it the more conflicted i get. like he is rlly all over her. arms wrapped all around her and walking holding her from behind like that. ofc it’s POSSIBLE that they’re just friends especially if he is gay/queer (ik that kind of physical affection is more typically acceptable between queer men and straight women than when both parties are straight). but to me for some reason it seems improbable and like that’s just an excuse to keep myself believing in tkk ? like really…we’re convincing ourselves him and the girl he had at his apartment at night alone w him are just friends when almost everyone and their mother would see that as clearly romantic and crossing platonic boundaries ? he’s THAT close, comfortable, and affectionate w a girl he’s just friends with ?

lol subconsciously i feel like im probably submitting this to ur account hoping ur response will give me reassurance that the interaction was not romantic even when it’s likely that it was. to me the video is clearly real and it is actually jungkook so that’s not at all the part that im debating about, but just the nature of the interaction ig ? like how long am i going to convince myself he’s queer and w taehyung when theres a lot that implies otherwise…

but then i think back on the reasons why i believe in tkk and that makes me even more confused lol. bc if i tell myself to just accept that jk is straight/not romantically involved w taehyung then idk how to make sense of many of tkk’s interactions either. like the kappa sweethearts tshirt is the one that rlly gets me for some reason. bc there’s no shot it was a coincidence they were wearing such a specific niche tshirt on the same day at the same time too. and why would friends wear matching literal “sweethearts” tshirts? they wouldn’t right? ik other ppl value the dream premiere and other moments more but those tshirts are so unarguable that it’s something i always circle back to. like to me saying their clothes at the dream premiere were intentionally queer coded is not something that is necessarily factually true. it’s more so an assumption after extensively digging into the background of their clothes which they may or may not have even noticed/intended. that to me could be argued as a coincidence but the kappa shirts are 100% the same specific tshirt and it was 100% the same day. that being a coincidence is less likely to me.

the other thing is the way they keep their friendship/relationship so much more under wraps than the others. but maybe that’s something we’ve just convinced ourselves of when maybe they haven’t rlly been that private/secretive abt it? idk i just go round and round in circles. i’ll come to a point where i feel SO sure that tkk are romantically together (especially with how explicit tae is w his support of the queer community) but then i’ll see some shit like that video of jk in his apartment w a girl and the whole thing gets derailed.

sorry i’ve just talked in circles atp and i could probably go back and forth w more examples for forever but yeah idk just wanted to hear your thoughts bc idk how you’re able to stay so secure in believing they are together. and i don’t think u seem like the type to just continuously convince urself of something that is delusional through confirmation bias and disregard of opposing evidence.

Hi anon!

Yeah, you probably ar submitting this because you want me to reassure you 😊 and that’s totally fine honestly. I mean, we are invested in Tae and Jk and stuff can really become complicated and confusing at times. Being confused is never a great feeling and you just want to not feel confused.

I need things to be realistic myself as well. I don’t need Jk and Tae to be together, I basically just think they are. I’m not afraid to step away from them if I feel they’re no longer together (or.. if they never were). And I will definitely let everyone know if/when I ever feel like something is off (and right after that I will hide because Jkkrs and anti’s will come for my head 😂).

To me it is all about the things I know for sure. Like Tae wearing that t-shirt for instance.. on the same day as Jk when he shot that mv. To me that is something strong and real talking in favor of them being together. Same goes for other situations: Tae and Jk at that hotel after/before Dubai, Jk singing that song to Tae, BH acting weird about them (and them alone), the way Tae constantly mentions Jk… and I could go on for a while probably. Those are actual things we have witnessed.. things that are real and when you look at the whole of it.. things that are consistent and that we have witnessed for a prolonged duration of time.

When I look at the footage of supposedly Jk with that girl, I see a person backhugging a girl for a real short amount of time. I have no context, I have no clue about there being more people or not. I can also clearly see that the footage is manipulated. I know it was released at a shady timing, with the purpose of harming him. I know that there’s an actual platform where people who hate him gather and plan stuff like this.

So when I put what I know is true about Jk and Tae next to what I know of that footage… the scale just tips over. I do not trust shady footage more than I trust what I know of Jk and Tae. And I might be wrong.. absolutely. But I just don’t think I am.

If I had no knowledge about Tae and Jk before seeing that footage.. maybe I wouldn’t have secondguessed it as well. But, I do have that other knowledge and therefore if I see something that goes against that.. I look at what’s fed to me more critically.

I don’t know if this has settled your mind anon. Personally I always feel fine with not having all the answers, but I can also understand that can be real unsettling. Maybe try and land in the ‘I don’t know for now’ zone for a bit?

[daydreamgoddess14]

Aspirations pt. 3

Sydcarmy Masterlist

Full Masterlist

I couldn't decide whether to make this spicy or not, but the Internet has spoken and we're in for more longing and burning baby!

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“Last plate of the afternoon. Can I get hands, please?” Syd called out, marking off the paper in front of her. The main kitchen was already being cleared down between service, the radio playing softly so as not to disturb the guests. Richie came and took the plate,

“I need you to help me with something, I’ll be back.” He tapped the countertop as he went back to the restaurant and returned a few minutes later.

“I’m not recording a Tik Tok with you.” She muttered, concentrating on looking through the daytime orders. Somewhere next to Carmy, Tina laughed,

“Richie honey watching you Tik Tok made my fuckin’ night last week!”

“Well then T, you can help Richie Tik Tok,” Syd grinned, “Unless Carm, you wanna -”

“Not me Chef, I’ve got plans with Claire.”

“Sure? Richie can make you a star, baby.” Syd offered, quickly throwing up some faux jazz hands to disguise the Freudian slip.

“I wanna do more expo.” He said quietly while the rest of the kitchen went back to their own tasks. “I think it’s time. We’ve settled in and we fuckin' killed it on family night.” She looked up from her notes and looked across, Carmy was already watching their interaction, she noted the imperceptible nod. She covered Richie’s hand with her own and squeezed it.

“You got it, Chef. Can we start next week?” He smiled with relief and threw his arms around her,

“Fuckin’ perfect. Thanks Syd.” She squealed as he lifted her higher off the ground than Tina usually did. 

“Ok guys, you’ve got Carmy looking after you all tonight, I am done for the day. Let’s get cleaned up and get you a decent break.” They cleared up quickly, checked the stocks for the evening and went through the bookings with Richie over coffees,

“You’re not even here tonight, you don’t need to stay for this.”

“Sure I do. Besides, I’m a lightweight. If I go to your sister’s now I’ll be drunk and asleep by like, 6 pm.”

“Great sleep though,” Richie pointed out, Syd laughed in agreement. “We got this, you go.” She looked between the two of them once more for confirmation.

“If you’re sure? Still good for tomorrow, Carm?”

“Yeah, I’ll be there early,” Richie’s phone rang and he moved away to take the call with a wave goodbye to Syd. “Have a good night.” Carmy told her, walking her to the door.

“Thanks. Enjoy your plans with Claire.” She saw the hesitation in his eyes briefly, “You good?” He held open the door and stepped out with her onto the sidewalk.

“Yeah, no I’m good. Things are just… something’s not right and I don’t know if it’s me or -” He paced in front of her, taking a cigarette from his pocket and lighting up. “S’just fuckin’ weird.” Syd frowned, “I’m not sure it’s working the way I think she wants it to fucking work. I feel like I’m giving this place my full attention - giving you my full attention - but it means I’m fucking things up with her.” She reached out to put a hand on his arm and stop his pacing, standing closely to him.

“So talk to her? The only way you’re gonna know is if you ask?” He looked worried,

“Yeah. Yeah I will.”

"So umm… probably should talk about last week?" He looked up sharply, "you kissed me?"

"Yeah… I did. I did do that."

"You did do that," she took a small step back, the scent of sandalwood and citrus too overwhelming and his eyes just too fucking blue. "Why did you do that?"

"Uhh I think a reflex thing? Like, we're all very tactile in there and I dunno… I knew you were worried."

“So you just gave me something else to worry about?" She rolled her eyes. "Look, you sure you don’t want me to stay? I can stay, Nat won’t mind.”

“You should go. Take a night off, have some fun.” He said firmly, "and I'm sorry. It won't happen again. Next time I’ll hug you or call you a jagoff like everyone else."

“Ok. Ok. Well, call me - preferably not a jagoff, just if you need anything. Just call me.” She gently gripped his warm arm with her cold, air-chilled hands.

“Your hands are cold.” He murmured.

“Hmm. Cold hands, warm heart.” She countered with a smile. “See you tomorrow.”

*

“I just worry that he’s dating her because he thinks it’s the right thing to do, not because he actually wants to, y’know? If he wanted out, he had the perfect opportunity but now it's like 4 months later and…” Nat said, topping up the glasses, “and that’s not fair because she’s super nice, and you don’t want to accidentally find out you’re second best, right?”

“But second best to the restaurant is different, it’s literally your livelihood - mine too? Without it, we’d all be fucked so we all need it to work.”

“Yeah, so if he’s not happy with Claire then he needs to do the right thing and let it end.”

“Well that would require having an actual conversation,” Syd pointed out.

“He’s capable of that - he talks to me more now.” She paused, glass halfway to her mouth, “he talks to you constantly.”

“About work stuff.” Nat raised an eyebrow but didn’t push any further. Syd fell silent and looked at her phone. They would have finished service by now, she hadn’t heard from anyone all evening. "He kissed me." She admitted suddenly, the glass in Nat's hand nearly tipping over. 

"I'm sorry, repeat?"

"Last week. He was about to go to the thing with Rich and it was like, 'gotta go, see ya' random kiss, and then he was gone."

"Like on the cheek?" Syd shook her head, she could feel the heat on her cheeks. "And then what?"

"And then we ignored it for a week. I brought it up just before I left today." Nat snorted, “I know, I know, bad timing. He said it was like a reflex thing. Like we’re a super tactile workplace and I think he thought it would make me feel better?”

“We are weirdly tactile. I found Gary and Neil feeding each other last week. Like, swap plates guys - it’s not that difficult! Did it make you feel better?”

“No. Yes. I’m not sure. I think so? It didn’t freak me out as much as I expected.”

“That’s a good thing?”

“Yeah, I mean, he said it won’t happen again. So long as we don’t go full Fak and make things weird…”

“Exactly, one Neil Fak is enough for us. And you don’t think about dating. Or not dating? Hooking up? Not with Carm, obviously.”

“Oh - obviously! I don’t have time for that mess. I don’t like hookups but I don’t have time to get to know someone either. Kinda limits my scope to the restaurant and our suppliers.” She laughed.

“Didn’t Marcus ask you out?”

“Once. He’s a sweetheart, but he’s like my brother.”

“And there’s no one else?” Nat pried.

“Why are you so keen to find out?” 

“I just think you should have some fun. Stress relief.” Syd snorted,

“I barely have time for sleep, you think I want to interrupt sleeping hours for sex?!”

“If that’s your biggest concern, I think you might have forgotten how good sex can be.” Nat laughed.

“Well that’s certainly fucking true.” There was a gentle knock at the front door and Pete appeared from the den to answer it. As if his ears had been burning, Carmy stood on the doorstep with arms full of grocery bags, most of which Pete took from him. 

“You know it’s not morning yet, right?” Nat asked.

“I just got off work, thought I’d come and… be here instead?”

“For girls night?”

“I can hang out with Pete. Hey Syd, you missed a great service.” Natalie smiled and moved away from prying into why he was there.

“Ok honey. I mean, you’ll have to fight over the bed, and I’m pretty sure Syd already claimed it.” She warned.

“I can take the couch.” They both said at the same time. Syd, three (large) glasses of wine deep, laughed. He followed Pete to the kitchen with the final bag of groceries as Nat turned back to Syd,

“Do you think they had a fight?” She hissed, Syd shrugged, watching the kitchen with a frown. He didn’t come back out. They heard quiet conversation while Pete opened two beers and moved on to Syd describing the plans for the festive menu and the things they intended on having her test out the following day. Once Nat had spent more time yawning into her glass than drinking from it, they decided to call it a night. 

“I’ll take the couch.” Carmy told her as she put their glasses in the dishwasher,

“No need, give me like 5 minutes and I’ll be comatose. It’s fine, we’re both adults, right?”

“Sometimes,” he smiled. “If you’re sure?” 

“Totally fine. Just don’t wake me up when you come in.”

“Sure, I’m nearly done with Pete anyway.” Carmy had been making the effort Natalie had always wanted him to with his brother-in-law. Syd trailed up the stairs after Nat, the blonde hugged her outside the guest bedroom and slipped quietly into her own room where baby Mikey was sleeping. Syd pulled on sleep shorts and a t-shirt, wrapped her braids in a silk scarf, and took her usual side of the bed - the left. She’d no idea whether she’d taken the side Carmy would have preferred. You snooze, you lose, she decided. She put her phone on charge and switched off the lamp beside the bed. A soft light from the bathroom mirror provided enough light to see by, but it wasn’t enough to stop her from falling into a light, dreamless sleep almost immediately. She knew she wasn’t fully asleep, she heard Carmy come upstairs and close the door behind him. Heard him kick off his jeans and felt the cool air as he moved the comforter to slide into the bed beside her. “You awake?” He whispered, barely audible. She didn’t respond, she had heard but she wasn’t awake enough to consider answering, and the sound of his deep breaths as he fell asleep had her falling deeper and deeper into much needed sleep. 

*

She could hear the very faint snuffles of baby Mikey in the next room. It wasn’t light enough to be morning but as it was still dark she had no intention of finding her phone to check the time. It could have been anywhere between one and ten hours since she'd fallen asleep. She was far too warm and comfortable to care. She sighed deeply and shifted slightly. The hand on her back moved down a little and the knees either side of hers moved further apart to free her leg and let her roll further over. She was mostly on her stomach but her stomach and the rest of her body from head to toe was pressed up against another body. Her whole right leg tucked between his, her right arm slung low across his stomach and her head fit neatly in the crook of his neck. Carmy. She could feel the sleepiness slipping away as the reality of where she was and how she was laying dawned on her. She hadn’t disturbed him though, his chest rose and fell deeply. She couldn’t look at him without moving, and she couldn’t move without waking him, so she stayed perfectly still. His warmth and the hand tracing gentle patterns on the small of her back lulled her back into a light sleep. Her hand on his stomach dragged a sleepy path up his chest to rest on his heart, and in his sleep, he moved further down the bed to hold her tighter. The next time she stirred, it was still dark. She'd turned in the night onto her right, no longer sprawling half of her body across Carmy. He'd followed her in his sleep, curved his body around hers instead, legs slotted together perfectly and his chest against her back. He'd had a hand on her hip, but it was the movement of fabric as his arm moved over her stomach to pull her closer that had woken her. He shuffled closer and his breath caught just behind her ear, and she felt the smallest of kisses in the dip of her neck. It made her whole body shiver and her back curve, trying, trying to get even closer to him. She can pinpoint the moment he properly wakes up. His breath halts just slightly and he moves - not letting go fully - but she suspects it’s just far enough to assess how much shit he’s in. To work out where his hands are and how quickly he needs to move them. The second he realizes his hand is under her t-shirt and resting on the soft skin of her stomach, he pulls it away like he’s been burned and moves away completely.

“Is it morning?” She asked quietly, turning to face him.

“Uhh, I think early?” He guesses.

“Hmm. Back to sleep then.”

“Yeah, I don’t think I’ll get back to sleep.”

“You should.”

“Believe me, that’s the best I’ve slept in a very long fuckin’ time. I’ll quit while I’m ahead.”

“Bullshit.”

“It’s true.” He turned on his side to face her, lying almost nose to nose. 

“You need to relax more.” She told him. 

“You need to take your own advice.” She could hear the smile in his voice.

“Oh shit, sorry, we’re not actually talking about me right now soooo… take that point up another time.” She reached through the comforter to push him onto his back. “Lay back, close your eyes.” She tucked herself against him as she had been when she’d woken much earlier in the night. She felt his tentative hand on her back, “this ok?” She asked quietly,

“Yeah.”

“Good. Relax, breathe like me.” She took a couple of deep breaths, certain though that her pounding heart was most likely betraying her. She put her hand to cover his heart over his t-shirt and he moved his to intertwine their fingers. “Your heart is racing.” She muttered, "you good?"

"Perfect." His voice was low and drowsy, like he was fighting sleep again already. She kept up the deep breaths until they were both deep asleep again. 

 

*

 

She could hear Nat pacing with the baby. She can't have been asleep very long, she was still tangled in Carmy's arms as he slept on. She managed to slip out of his embrace to the bathroom and put on the sweater he'd been wearing the previous evening. She knocked softly on Nat's door and held out her arms for the baby, 

"Go back to sleep for a while, I'll take him downstairs." She whispered. Nat looked as if she could kiss her. 

"Thank you. That was his 6am feed so I'll be down before he's hungry again." She cupped his chubby cheek as he snuggled into his uncle's sweater, and then did the same to Syd. "Thank you so much." She said again, climbing back into bed alongside Pete who snored gently. Syd crept downstairs with the baby, found the coffee and put some music on. Pete came down first, which was a surprise. She was fairly certain Carmy didn't sleep past 7am ever. Pete took over making coffee while Syd danced with Mikey. 

"Hey, have you seen my -" Carmy came through looking around and stopped when he saw Syd, "nevermind."

"Oh sorry man, your sweater. You want it? I can borrow one from Nat?"

"S'ok, keep it. Looks like Mikey likes it too." The baby cooed and gripped it in his tiny hands. 

"Coffees all 'round," Pete grinned, "I've never seen Nat so grateful for an extra hour of sleep. I'm just gonna take this up to her - she can actually drink it hot for once!" Carmy pried Mikey from Syd's arms and sat at the table, 

"Looks like you can send all Berzatto's to sleep?" 

"Y'know, I'm gonna take that as the compliment I'm sure you meant it as, and not the way it sounded." She grumbled, "and I'm also sure you meant to follow it up with 'thanks, Syd. I've literally never slept like that in my whole life'?" She stood next to his chair, leaning against the table. 

"Thanks, Syd. I've literally never slept like that in my whole life." He smiled. 

"Good morning. Well, isn't this cozy?!" Nat came in with her coffee cup and a wide grin.

~~~~~

[nrcbookclub]

Welcome To The Book Club!

Hi, welcome to the book club! Quiet in the library for a sec, we’ve gotta do some introductions.

Basic info about us!

Im Trystia Sullivan! Scarabia second year and local tree and history nerd. I like to bake or hang out in the forest when im free! Im a demigirl, and i use she/they pronouns!

Freya Anderson, and I’m an Octavinelle fourth year and currently off campus for my internship. I enjoy fantasy books as well as fairytales. I also paint in my spare time. I use she/her pronouns.

Harvey.. Moore..! Im an… Ignihyde… third year..! And i love… all types of… horror novels..! I like… photography… in my… spare time.. especially of.. birds..!

Oh- im Azalea Smith! Im a Heartslabyul first year, and i love romance! Nothing icky though… just a good fluffy love story! I also like to write when im free. Im trans masc non binary, and use they/he pronouns!

Klen Torrance here, Ignihyde second year and your local graphic novel and teen fantasy lover. I prank people in my down time and i use he/xe pronouns

Best for last, Im Alexander Lanchester! Savanaclaw fourth year and the adventure lover of the book club! Currently off campus as well, gotta do my internship! I like to crochet and sew in my free time! He/him pronouns my dudes!

I’m the mod of the blog call me Lime! I use He/Xe/Ey pronouns and Im agender :3

You can find me on my main @l1m3st0n3h34rt as well! For the out of character nonsense and more general twst content.. and some stuff for my ocs I haven't posted onto here!

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1. Be kind… and respectful… to everyone..!

2. No NSFW, half our members are literally minors or ace why would you do that

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[hibiscusheir]

Katsuki Bakugo x shy!Reader

a/n: more mha since it's fresh in my brain TwT- also! i have a request I am working on!! if you have any more, feel free to send them to me! i also can answer questions if you have any :]

Genre: Fluff

Pronouns: No specific ones are mentioned, can be taken as fem, masc, or gn :)

Contains: Bakugo x Reader, Hawks x Reader, Dabi x Reader

CW: Cursing, probably very OOC, reader has a bit of social anxiety, bit of overthinking, self indulgent ngl, mention of alcohol

Katsuki Bakugo

Katsuki had invited you to hang out with the two of yours's group of friends, the Bakusquad. Mina and Denki had it all planned out: all of you would meet up in Katsuki's room at six o'clock PM (6pm) and play card games, eat snacks, drink a little bit of alcohol (at least until you all got tipsy), and overall have fun.

"I dunno, Katsu..." You had replied to his 'invite', knowing well you could only handle so much social interaction in one day.

"If you need to leave, just give me the word. I don't care if they'll miss us, you're more important to me. But at least try." His words were soft, not pointed like they usually were. It made you sigh and nod your head.

You all met up and began the festivities that night by playing Uno. The usual events were happening; Katsuki yelling at Eijirou and Denki for supposedly cheating at the game; Mina and Hanta dominating the game; you were watching it all unveil.

You had noticed your anxiety beginning to spike as you spoke less and less as the night continued after the game was over. No one had really taken notice of this, besides Katsuki who held your hand for a moment, looked you in the eyes, and let go, continuing on talking to Eijirou. It wasn't until Mina asked you a question that things began to go downhill.

"Hey, (Y/N)! Do you want a drink? We've got whiskey, tequila, wine... we could probably go find something else if you want?" She tilted her head to the side holding her own glass of wine.

"Uh..." you paused, unsure of what to say. It was a school night, and you probably shouldn't be drinking in the first place. But would they think you were lame? You had known all of them for a few months since you started dating Katsuki, but there was still a possibility. "N-No thanks, I'm alright-!"

Denki scoffed, "Lame!" but swiftly murmured an apology as Katsuki smacked him upside the head. Everyone laughed but you. You were stuck in your own head. Of course, you were lame. How could you fit into this group? You shouldn't have even come, you knew this would turn out badly. You knew-

"I'm turning in for the night with (Y/N). You guys continue," Katsuki announced to the group, standing up and walking over to you. He held out a hand for you to grab and pull yourself up. You did and he led you to the door, still holding on. No one protested and simply said goodbye. "You looked spaced out back there. You probably didn't realize it, but you were shaking. You do that when you're anxious," he didn't look at you and instead keep his gaze forward as you two walked down the hall to your dorm room. "They're annoying as hell. Don't beat yourself up about it, babe."

You smiled and leaned your head into his shoulder. When you finally reached your door, you opened it, pulled him inside, and kissed him softly as you shut it behind you. "Thank you, Katsu. It means the world to me."

He grumbled and kissed you again.

-

a/n: i’m actually so sorry this took so long to post- it’s been sitting in my drafts for like a month and i just had no motivation to write. at first it was gonna be a handful of characters x reader (separate) and then i narrowed it down to three and, again, had no motivation, so i just cut it off to bakugo. i still hope you enjoy this and hopefully it won’t happen next post :) also, refer to my oc post bc i may make a post about them <3

[grapecaseschoices]

these are the dialogues i was gonna add @thee-morrigan

three ... I guess memories of therapy sessions and one interaction.

1] It wasn’t fair to blame Ben. Or their therapist. It wasn’t their fault, or even Alaric’s or Teletubbies’s. It was just that someone needed blaming. And Kendis wasn’t going to blame themselves. (“Have you ever considered that, maybe, probably, you have issues with vulnerability? “What?” “I know! You!” “Now you’re mocking me.” “A bit.” “You’re a dick.” “At times.”)

2] ("That’s not normal right?” “That’s not not normal.” “God! Are you laughing at me –” “No. I am laughing at poor Donald, however. Why do you think you continue seeing him when you’ve told me repeatedly that he’s an obnoxious chad?” “Well. He’s got a really big and long –” “Kendis.” “Staircase, which means excellent banisters.” “I’m sure it does. Is there anything else you find appealing about Donald?” “Ha! No. The only thing that man’s got goin’ for him ‘sides for his dick, is his sense of humor an’ the fact that he’s a good dad. Weirdly. A good dog an’ human dog. Who would’ve thunk someone that egotistical coulda had that goin’ for him.” “Certainly not you.” “Fuck, I wish you’d talk straight.” “You wish I’d give you the answers to my questions? To your questions?” “Yes. No! Shut up.” “Think about it.”)

3] (”So. She – punched you? “I think the important thing to realize is that she’s in jail.” “Goodness gracious, Kendis. And – Have you .. I feel I know the answer to this. But have you spoken to anyone about –” “I’m speakin’ to you aren’t I.” “Kendisssss! Mx. Crawford-Louel. How many secrets do you keep from your loved ones for their supposed own good? I’m sorry, let me rephrase that.” “ … fine.” “Do you keep these secrets to protect them or do you keep them because you believe, somehow, they’d find a way to devalue you? That they’ll believe your impulsiveness, that your “troubles” are too much to deal with?” “........................... can it be both?” “Y-yes. Yes, it can be both.”)

And the aforementioned Donald:

Kendis glared up at him, “Don’t play with me, Donald. I don’t like it when people think they can tell me how I feel,” They continued, “an’ I don’t like it when people don’t respect my boundaries. Now back off.”

“We’ve been dating for three weeks.”

“We’ve been fuckin’ for three weeks. Now back off.”

“Why did you let everyone think we’re dating?”

“I -!! One time. To help you –”

“Because you care about me!”

“This is why I don’t step in for people. Next time Ima let a bitch get roofied.”

“Kendis! You don’t mean that.”

[cocoartistwrites]

Hi Coco 💐

I need an advice/new perspective on this situation I’m in. I have a friend group of 7 people since high school and we stayed in touch throughout university. But we kinda strayed away because of work and some of us moved abroad. And we rarely talk anymore. That’s fine by me because that is life.

A month ago, I found out that one of girls in the group is going to marry in October. However I soon discovered that I wasn’t invited because she reposted all the bridesmaids invite. All the girls in our group are the bridesmaids. I’m the only one who is not invited.

I’m not mad that I’m not going to be a bridesmaid but I’m a bit sad because I’m not invited (she also has sent out all the invitation for guests. Even our teachers got an invite). She even invited our friend who lives in Australia. My friend got worried about me and she asked the bride to confirm about my invite. Turns out I really am, not invited. When asked why, Lisa (the bride), said that there isn’t enough quota for me. I’m not gonna lie, I feel hurt but I understand.

However some friends heard that I’m not invited and decided to confront me about it. When I gave them the screenshots, they felt it was odd because she also invited plus one. My friends who were the bridesmaids asked to switch her plus one to me, but Lisa outright refused and got superrr mad when our friends asked why. Everyone was confused because I have never had any drama with anyone ever. I’m very non confrontational and I tend to let people walk over me.

Our friends who were the bridesmaids threatened to leave the wedding if she doesn’t tell the real reason. Turns out, the fiancé have a folder of my photos in his laptop. Some of these photos are stalker-ish and recently taken (probably 3 months ago) according to my friend. My friends got mad at Lisa because what he did is wrong and doesn’t understand why I’m being punished for it. Our friends backed out of the wedding and already requested a refund for the bridesmaids dress.

Now this is all happening without me knowing.

I have never met her fiancé alone. We’ve met at a party because he was a mutual friend of my ex. But other than that, it’s zero interaction. Like ZERO. Now I’m a bit paranoid about someone taking pictures of me secretly. I asked my friends to not back out and stay with Lisa because I think she’s just being a bridezilla. However they’re pretty adamant about not going to the wedding.

Lisa has made several instagrams post throwing shade at me. Even though she doesn’t say my name, but everyone knows it was me. Another friend who is very much confrontational commented on her post saying that it was never my fault and that Lisa is being super dramatic right now. News broke out about my pictures on his laptop because apparently he made a facebook post saying he had deleted the photos and that the photos are not pornographics.

Some of my friends got mad at me because while all of this happened, I never said anything. I don’t want to press charges against him too. I never asked anyone to talk to Lisa about me. Lisa has been calling me and accusing me of ruining her wedding and saying that I’m jealous of her. I apologize for what’s happening and told her that I’m not interested in her man and never interacted with him. Then I blocked her because I am just so exhausted.

Sorry this is too long. I think I’ve done the right thing by not responding. If you think I’m wrong, please let me know.

Thank you so much Coco 💐

Oh my GOD. She sounds like the fucking worst and you’re never going to win whatever that battle she’s invented is so you’ve absolutely done the right thing. What the fuck?? Why would you marry someone who is a literal actual stalker 😭

You must be terrified that’s a really traumatic thing to happen tbh I’m so sorry. Not only has this woman tried to blame you and try to make you a pariah but you might have been in danger and didn’t know. And to top that all off this woman then blamed you AGAIN. I’ve written that out even though it might be a bit confronting because I think it’s really important to acknowledge that what has happened to you is really fucking shit.

What I would say is that I’m glad these other friends were good about it, they seem like good people. I hope you can talk to someone about it as in friends and family. Professionally, I think you should maybe tell a lawyer sorry to be dramatic but I get why you don’t want to press charges etc over this but you don’t know this guy and she sounds quite mad too and I do think having some record of all of this and any evidence would be a good idea just in case. It might also give you some peace of mind. Obviously if you’re feeling unsettled and observed you should also hit up a therapist for a couple of sessions but that’s more a personal thing so I won’t advise there. The lawyer is a practical solution, and means you don’t have to press charges but you do have a legal record in case something happens down the line - which it almost certainly won’t. I just really cannot fathom the pictures thing though. And then to marry him?

I think she’s probably angry with you because she doesn’t want to admit the truth to herself, which is that she is making a gigantic mistake and should have walked away the moment she found that folder (and like what else did she find you know??)

Also god if I stayed with a guy like that wild horses couldn’t drag that information out of me who did she tell and why?

Anyway I hope you’re okay. It sounds like you’ve done everything you can to be the biggest person in this so be proud of that. I really hope you get excluded from their narrative now, and thank god you’re shot of such weird and shitty people. And thank GOD you didn’t have to go to their wedding.

[darling-drag-brainrot]

hi there milo!!!! how are ya? it's question time <3 tell me a story about yourself. any story, from any time—yesterday, when you were four years old, middle school, anything. don’t focus on making it interesting or cool, just tell me something that feels nice to talk about!! is there an old friend you miss? a sledding hill you used to go to? what was the last meal you made? tell me something, but be sure to add details!!

Omg hi!!!!! Thank you for the questions because I love love LOVE hearing from you and I love answering stuff lmao 💖

Okay so a story I love telling because I am lovesick and also obnoxious is the story of how me and my girlfriend got together because it’s hilarious and silly and very U-Haul Lesbian trope of us 🥺 Also,,, apologies in advance this story is long because it contains so much backstory and I cannot shut up about my girlfriend because they are amazing.

So, imagine you’re me. You’ve just moved into your new building for your second year of college. You have some super cool new friends in said building and a super cool, super chill roommate. And all you could want now, is a girlfriend. Though you assume that’s not something you’re gonna get for a LONG time, which you’ve made peace with.

So, One day, I’m sitting in the communal kitchen with some of my building-mates. We’re all just chatting and joking around when one of my friends from down the hall let’s us know that his roommate finally moved in. This is shocking news because by this point it’s almost two weeks into the school year and while we knew said friend was supposed to have a roommate, we had yet to see them and had just assumed they’d never move in. None of us at this point have met them, and we have no idea what they could be like. My worst fear is that they’ll end up being the most frat bro kind of cishet white man to ever exist.

Spoiler Alert : They weren’t that.

Just as we’re speculating about this mystery roommate someone new enters the kitchen.

The prettiest person I’ve ever seen in my life enters, soft smile on their face and I’m instantly smitten. They have long, flowing black hair with a reddish tint, large brown eyes, deeply tanned (as in clearly non-white tan), and despite the fact they’re in extremely simple casual clothes they carry themselves like an off duty model.

I think in that moment I reached a new plane of existence because I vividly remember feeling my heart skip several beats.

Then they introduced themself.

Their name was Sasha. They were a third year. And they used they/she pronouns.

And to top it all off, they were the elusive roommate that we had just been speculating about.

Imagine you’re me in this moment. Faced with the most gorgeous creature in the world. Informed that this gorgeous pretty creature is now living down the hall from you. You can only imagine my internal panic. Though I tried to rationalize to myself that with how busy college students are, I’d likely never seen them outside of briefly passing each other in the hall. Hopefully I’d not have to see them again, because if I had to interact with them more than once I’d probably embarass myself.

So about an hour later my friends and I are still in the kitchen long after Sasha has left to unpack, and we’ve switched to the topic of the previously open door to one of the empty rooms in the hall which had mysteriously been locked earlier in the day.

Cue Sasha entering the room.

Cue Sasha overhearing us.

Cue Sasha proclaiming they know how to lockpick.

Cue about an hour straight of Sasha gathering everything they can from paper clips to bobby pins to butter knives as half the building gathers to watch them try to break into this locked door.

Then once this plan fails they drag their roommate around the back of the building to simply slip in through the window and unlock it from the inside.

Cue the plot twist.

The reason the door is locked is because the room is no longer empty. Someone has moved in. And Sasha nearly just climbed through the window, stopped only by the fact they saw all the luggage that the new person had left in the space.

So Sasha and us all abruptly stop lockpicking and as people scurry back to their rooms I sit back at my kitchen chair to watch Sasha begin wandering around the kitchen, rambling nonsensically about memories and erasing doubt and stuff that sounded vaguely cult-ish.

They tear down all the informational posters stuck to the communal corkboard before gathering my friends to crucify a large stuffed bear to said corkboard in a way that resembles a cult-ish crucifixion of Christ.

Fun.

At this point I am confused, intrigued, and mildly worried that this cute person is legitimately off their rocker. But once the bear is crucified they scamper off to bed with a big smile on their face and in my ‘ooooh pretty person’ haze I simply accept the fact that sometimes the hottest people are the kookiest.

I expect this to be the last I see of them but from that point on I start seeing them every time I’m in the kitchen (as that’s my favourite place to study). They sit next to me and chat, we browse Etsy together, we chat incessantly all the time, every single day until my friend begins asking me when’s the wedding.

This culminates in Sasha and I staying up ALL night in the kitchen on a whim- chatting, doing makeup, and being obnoxious as hell (I found out in the morning that everyone in the building could hear us talk all night cause the walls were so thin and I felt so bad).

And so, to not have everyone in the building constantly pissed at us for chatting so much, I one day (about two weeks into our knowing each other) invited Sasha into my room.

They immediately made themselves at home on my bed and we chatted for hours. My roommate came in and struck up a conversation with them and before I knew it I had woken up in the morning with Sasha wrapped around me like a blanket.

Now at this point I am even further smitten for them. They’re funny, creative, smart, unpredictable and a very good person to talk to overall. So maybe I invite them back to my room the next day hoping they’ll end up staying the night again. And when they do, under the pretense of it simply being ‘cozy’ and I am thusly emboldened to bring them back to my room a third night.

So, the day of the third night my best friend and I go out to lunch and I ramble about Sasha for approximately two hours. My best friend immediately demands I ask Sasha out because (and I loosely paraphrase here) she had ‘never seen my eyes light up so much’ when talking about another person before outside of maybe when I talked about Louis Tomlinson from One Direction for several hours straight.

I tell my best friend that maybe- MAYBE- I will admit my feelings to Sasha… at some point.

I admittedly was like 99% sure that Sasha liked me back by this point due to them sleeping in my bed multiple nights and also the ways they would make romantically themed jokes to me constantly under the guise of ‘teasing’ (the second night I woke up and got ready for my class with them crooning for me to ‘come back to bed my dear husband’ and I nearly collapsed).

But I was anxious and also scared and a little bit of a wimp.

Then, at dinner, I’m sitting with my roommate, their friend, and Sasha. Sasha and I are holding hands in a totally platonic normal friendly way (I swore) and chatting when the friend turns to us and goes ‘Are you guys dating?’

I freeze like a deer in the headlights and struggle to respond. Because NO we technically are not dating but I don’t want to say no too agressively because then Sasha my think that I’m disgusted by the concept of dating them and will feel bad.

After a long silence my roommate states that me and Sasha are not dating.

About five minutes later the friend smirks and goes (to me and Sasha) ‘Okay, but you guys have hooked up before right?’

Cue me and Sasha agressively shaking our heads and denying this because we have not in the slightest.

The rest of the meal was unbearably awkward from this point on.

Then: Night Three.

It is is one in the morning, Sasha is in my bed, we are literally cuddling and staring into each other’s eyes and I can’t take it anymore so I blurt out.

‘You know I’m attracted to you right?’

Because subtlety is dead and I can’t think of anything smarter to say.

And Sasha goes, ‘Good, cause I’m attracted to you too.’

And then I launched into a long ramble about how much I liked them but I was worried and didn’t want to label us or go too fast because I had emotional trauma still from my previous girlfriend and I liked Sasha so much it maybe scared me.

And Sasha listened and smiled and comforted me and told me we’d take it as slow as I needed and they would always respect my boundaries.

And then (because omg how sweet is that - I had never had someone be so understanding before) I felt the insane urge to kiss them but because I was still trying to take it slow I simply kissed their cheek instead.

Then badda bing badda boom we fell asleep and I woke up buzzing with excitement as I told my roommate (who was unbelievably happy for me) and my friends and my best friend (who all were just waiting for Sasha and I to figure it out) that I now had a girlfriend.

Then uhhhhhhh time skip to now and me and them have almost been dating for two months!!! How awesome!!!!

They’re super sweet and awesome and I talk about them on my Instagram all the time and I once had them sit for like two hours while I infodumped about RuPaul’s Drag Race and Crygi and Drag Con until they agreed with me that Gigi Goode is fantastic. And I also made them read some of my fics which they thought were cute!

Okay that was SUCH long winded story I am SO sorry but I just get excited when I talk about my girlfriend cause they’re sweet as pie and also I just think the shift from me thinking they were cute but nuts to spending every hour of the day with them to literally having them sleep in my bed for several nights before I asked them out after knowing them for two weeks is hilarious.

Especially because ever since we got together my girlfriend hasn’t slept in their bed in their room for more than like three days. They just sleep in my room (shout out to my roommate who literally doesn’t mind and actually thinks it’s cute and has invited in Sasha as the unofficial third roommate).

Yeah so that’s my story gjdnfnfnf sorry it was a novel.

[clunelover]

I am so so burned out and I’ve only spent probably an hour total actually being around MIL. We’ve mostly been passing each other. I have had one convo with her that was comfortable and not stilted (about tv - thank you, tv). Everything else has been some degree of weird. Like, she cleaned the heck out of my kitchen (awesome!!) and I thanked her profusely. She replies, in a sort of bemused and dismissive tone, “I always do that when I visit you guys.” It’s just exhausting - even a common social interaction for which there are societal default scripts (“thank you” “you’re welcome, happy to help”) is Off.

She has some chronic illnesses and trouble sleeping, so she is basically never not sleepy. Which, I understand and sympathize with (although I guess I’ll say I also know people with chronic illness who have accepted their baseline and aren’t constantly complaining? Like I have arthritis and my feet throb every day. If you ask me how I’m doing, I don’t say “well….my feet hurt [huge sigh]”). Today she is too tired to do anything or go anywhere (oh except she did suffer through the big farmers market with Jeremy. Too tired to do the things she told the kids she was going to, though.) But she also can’t nap, or go be alone and rest because then there’s a risk she might fall asleep, and a nap is not good for her. Which I also totally get!! But that means she’s just sitting in the living room, sort of staring off into space and occasionally complaining. I think this is the best option given her current limitations, and I actually don’t begrudge her for it! She should sit. She shouldn’t be banished to sit alone. But at the same time….it makes me extremely uncomfortable to have someone in orbit, near enough by that I feel I should talk to them, but instead I am just ignoring them. I feel on display, and like I am being rude. I just hate the whole thing and want it to be over.

[today…tomorrow…Monday, which I have now completely filled to just be gone the whole time. I can do this 😵‍💫]

[lured-into-wonderland]

When she was starting to find him more interesting, perhaps even nicer than expected, Hibiya immediately just had to say something foolish (Why? Why do they always do it!?). Nunnally did not expect to be pressed with these kind of questions, even if she probably had provoked them. Even if they were meaningless. And so were the replies to them.

“If I didn’t know any better…” – she stated giving him a somewhat cocky smile – “…I’d assume you try to flirt with me. Or perhaps even show off. You’re lucky I am n o t that kind of girl.”

She should probably just step aside and continue walking into the dining room, but despite Hibiya’s questions were impolite in many ways, Nunnally also found them oddly ironic; like an invisible cord linking them together. She could probably twist them around and direct all of them at Hibiya. Was it why she finally decided to humour him: --

“Why would my father talk about your parents at our dinner table? We’ve got more interesting topics to discuss. Why should I follow any rumours about you?” – Nunnally shrugged gently – “But would you feel better, if I did? If I were one of these girls who looks at you pretending they don’t and dreaming of you taking them out for a date…?” – she was clearly joking; she suddenly started to find fun in that interaction. He was probably stiff in the same way she was; protecting himself from the superficial encounters. Probably thinking about her in the same way she was thinking about him. She took a step towards him, the last sentence almost whispered into his ear: --

“If so, find yourself another girl…”

Nunnally took one more step and laughed. She was in a good mood; surprisingly to herself she enjoyed his company now: --

“We are both rich, handsome, smart…” – a pause – “…entitled, gaining attention…” – she could hardly keep her voice serious – “…with the shades of our parents always close to us…”

“One of us is perhaps more noticeable than another…or wants this attention more...Shall I continue talking?”

“Though I think you should really offer me your arm, Hibiya. I am curious to see that last victim of yours…She’s probably all dolled up, especially for you.” – she was mean and she knew it. Probably unnecessary mean. But she wasn’t sure if she was mean for Hibiya or for that poor girl.

Glancing over to her with a gentle smile at her laugh, he felt safe in assuming why the complaint gave her amusement before it was outright confirmed. "I already do, yes, thank you." It wasn't like this was all masterfully planned to catch her into being his excuse for the evening, but he wasn't going to push his luck and hope Nunnally was instead someone he could actually spend the night flirting with and turn his brain off for a while. Lest he risk being stuck with much worse company, of course.

Her encouragement for Hibiya to continue minding his own business was just shy of causing a snort, likely succeeding if the surprise of the snide suggestion being directed at him wasn't greater than the humour found in it. He eyed her out the corner of his vision with a cocked eyebrow, suddenly far more curious to press for her answer than his original intent of just making conversation, but decided to give her the win. "Very well." Something to hold over her later, perhaps.

Nunnally's apparent epiphany took him off guard. "Naturally. It's also fair to assume most of us grew up in starkly similar environments. Now I'm curious, Nunnally, what exactly do you see us having so terribly in common? Or not, more so?" Hibiya faced her completely, now overly curious about what her image of him was from the few minor interactions they've had. "Rumors you decided to believe that I suddenly proved wrong? Gossip your father spilled over the dinner table about my parents? I am a separate person from them, you know." The amusement found in pushing her was clear on his face, watching his closely to try and catch a possible lie told while thinking on her feet.

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Bagels and Bites

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Synopsis: Sebastian likes to flirt with you in interviews

Masterlist

It all started when you met him on The Late Late Show.

“How are you all feeling tonight?” James asked you and Sebastian Stan as you sat on the guest couch.

“I’m excited.” You beamed as Sebastian rested his arm on the couch behind you.

“So am I. We should probably talk about this later,” Sebastian smiled directly at you, “but we’ve been wanting to meet each other for a long time.”

“Have you?” James chuckled.

“No.” You laughed and playfully hit Sebastian in the chest. “We had one interaction on Twitter and he thinks there’s something between us.”

“It was a very flirty interaction.” Sebastian clarified. “There were sparks flying all over those tweets.”

“So this is your first time actually meeting?” James asked. “Even though you’re in the marvel movies together?”

“It’s weird. I haven’t met half the cast.” You shrugged. “I’ll meet everyone else once the press tour starts but so far I’ve only met the people I’ve filmed with. Just Chris, and Chris, and um, oh yeah. Chris.”

You looked down and smiled to yourself when you heard Sebastian laughing at your joke. Even though you’d never met him, you’d always liked him. It was a well known secret on the Internet that you were his celebrity crush, since he was so inclined on bringing it up in almost every interview of his. Being face to face for the first time now, you were feeling a little intoxicated from his charm. Well, his charm and the white wine you’d been sipping on.

“I hope they stop putting me with Mackie and start putting me with Y/n once this press tour starts.” Sebastian said after taking a sip of his wine. “I love him but I can’t keep babysitting him at 8 in the morning. I’d like to wake up to someone who looks a little more like this one.”

“I know what you mean.” You agreed. “He would show up to set every morning all ready to go and I’m like dude, give me a few hours for my personality to arrive.”

“I was so mad that he got to film with you and I didn’t.” Sebastian shook his head. “We finally get cast in a movie together and we’re never in the same scene.”

“Well,” you put your hand on his knee and patted it, “we’re meeting now. Lucky you.”

“Yeah.” He smirked at you. “Lucky me.”

“Now, Sebastian.” James reminded you both that he was there. “I heard a rumor that you have a little crush on Y/n.”

“Well, I try not to pay attention to rumors.” Sebastian waved his hand. “But that ones pretty accurate.”

“Oh my God.” You put your hand over your heart, which was about to beat out of your chest, and laughed.

“It’s true. I’ve been meaning to tell you this for a while, but I feel like I’ve seen you all my life. And here you are in person and you look so great.” Sebastian said through a shy smile. You laughed in shock at his compliment and looked down at your lap.

“You’re fully going for it.” James laughed at how bold Sebastian was being.

“You’re not being a very good wingman.” You teased James as you took a long sip of your drink. The more alcohol you had in you, the easier it would be to flirt with the incredible attractive man next to you.

“I was never known for that.” James agreed. “But I heard your brother is a pretty good one, isn’t he?”

“Oh My God.” You groaned, knowing exactly what James was referring to. “He’s not.”

“What happened?” Sebastian wondered, never taking his eyes off you.

“I took my brother to the Oscars with me last year and we happened to be sitting next to Jake Gyllenhaal.” You explained. “And the whole night, he’s telling Jake about how I used to be in love with him when I was a kid. If there weren’t a bunch of cameras around us, I would’ve rung his neck.”

“So I’m assuming you and Jake aren’t the next celebrity power couple?” James teased.

“We are not.” You shook your head. “I can confidently say that I was still single.”

“I was just gonna and say, there’s still hope for us.” Sebastian gestured between the two of you. You opened your mouth in shock before biting down on your tongue. You playfully hit Sebastian again, signally that you were just as interested as he was.

“You’re really going for it.” James pointed out. “I must say, wow.”

“Why not?” Sebastian grinned. “This is the time.”

“You are pretty cute, I just wanna say.” You flirted back for the hell of it. Sebastian laughed in surprise before covering his face with his hands. You laughed as well as he hunched over to hide his face.

“He’s actually gone red now!” James pointed at him. “He was so sure of himself and now he’s all red.”

“Leave him alone.” You pouted as you rubbed Sebastians back. Sebastian sat back up and rubbed his face with his hands.

“Yeah.” Sebastian said assertively as he wrapped an arm around you. “Leave me alone. I’m trying to flirt here.”

“How would you ask her on a date, then?” James asked. “Since you’re so in love with her.”

“Like this.” Sebastian said as he turned to you “Ce faci?”

“Would you bite me in the neck?” You asked, catching him completely off guard. He took his arm away and laughed in shock at your words.

“Oh my God.” He chuckled as he looked around in embarrassment. Suddenly, he turned back to you and cupped one side of your face, tilting your neck slightly with his hand. He bit down on your exposed neck, making the audience erupt in a series of laughter and gasps. You giggled when you felt his scruff tickling your neck and made no effort to push him off.

“He actually did it.” James looked at the audience to see if they were seeing what he was.

“She asked me to.” Sebastian rolled his eyes playfully. His arm was still around you and neither of you wanted it off.

“It was a hypothetical but I guess I know my answer.” You shrugged as you leaned back on the couch.

“Why would you ask him that?” James wondered.

“Like a vampire.” You explained. “Aren’t vampires from Romania?”

“That’s Transylvania.” Sebastian smiled fondly at you.

“Oh.” You realized. “I still liked it.”

“I’ll do it again later.” Sebastian shrugged, making your hide your face in embarrassment.

“Promise?” You said suddenly as you put your hand back on his knee. It was Sebastians turn to be baffled as he put his free hand on tops of yours.

“Darling.” He choked out, too stunned to form a full sentence.

“This has been an intense experience.” James fans himself with his cards. “What will the two of you do after the show?”

“I’ll probably go home, order a pizza, and pass out while watching all of Sebastian’s episodes of Once Upon a Time.” You joked.

“I was going to do the exact same thing.” Sebastian nodded. “Right after I got a job as a pizza delivery boy so I can go to Y/n’s house.”

“Or you could just come over.” You shrugged, making Sebastian blush.

“I like that idea too.” Sebastian replied.

“I’m trying to imagine what the poor pizza delivery boy is gonna see when he arrives at Y/n’s house later.” James grimaced, making the audience laugh.

“I know, right? They open the door and this is what the get.” Sebastian gestured to you. “It’s you. How lucky they are.”

You leaned into him as you laughed, the alcohol making you feel bolder than usual. You’d never be this flirty with a man you’d just met, but he made it too easy.

The rest of the interview continued in a similar fashion, with you and Sebastian unapologetically flirting with each other every chance you got. By the end of the interview, you were so close that your knees were touching. When it came time to say goodbye, you felt an unexpected pane of sadness.

“Well, thank you both for coming on the show tonight.” James smiled. “I hope I’ll be invited to the wedding.”

“You will. And I wanted to thank you. For this.” Sebastian said as he slipped his fingers through yours and held up your hands. You beamed and squeezed his hand, fully tipsy now the the interview was over.

After thanking James and drinking another glass of wine, you drunkenly pulled Sebastian off the couch.

“Come in the photo booth with me.” You giggled as you tugged him by the hand towards the booth.

“Okay.” He grinned as he climbed inside. He pulled you into his lap and pressed the button before wrapping his arms around your waist. The pictures began to snap away and you posed for all of them. For the first, you just held each other close and smiled. For the second, he leaned up to kiss your cheek. And for the third, he took another bite of your neck.

“That tickles.” You giggled as the camera flashed.

“Good.” He smirked against your skin before pressing a kiss there.

“Stick your tongue out.” You told him, and he obliged. You licked his tongue as the fourth picture was taken, capturing the drunken moment. The fifth flash went off right as Sebastian connected your lips to his. You continued to kiss him, tasting the alcohol on his lips and tongue.

“Oh my God.” You pulled away suddenly. “I have to pee.”

You got off his lap and ran to the restroom, leaving him alone in the photo booth.

The next time you saw Sebastian, neither of you brought the kiss up. Whether you thought the other was too drunk to remember or you were simply too embarrassed to bring it up, it was not mentioned.

The flirting, however, the flirting continued.

~

“What would you like to see for your characters in the next movies?” The journalist asked you and Sebastian as you sat together in a press junket.

“For our characters specifically, I’d like to see some graphic love making.” Sebastian said seriously. “I think that that’s something the movies have been lacking.”

“Oh my God.” You laughed and shook your head. “Me too, actually. I think it would be really in character and important to the plot.”

“How would that benefit the plot?” The journalist asked.

“It’s simple. I would just change my name to “the plot” and bam.” Sebastian clapped his hands. “I’m benefited.”

“He’s such a flirt.” You said as you rested your elbow on his shoulder. “Can you believe him?”

“I can’t.” The journalist chuckled.

“You know what I’d like to see? Some method acting. Why can’t you be as quiet as Bucky?” You teased Sebastian as you flicked his ear.

“How would I tell you how pretty you are if I wasn’t speaking?” He flirted back.

“This is what I have to put up with.” You shook your head as looked at the camera. “What about you? What do you want to see from our characters?”

“I would like to see Bucky do the knife trick some more.” The journalist answered you.

“What knife trick?” You wondered.

“It’s the thing he does when he flips his knife around and stabs people.” Sebastian explained as he moved his hand in a circle. “It took me forever to learn.”

“Wait, I wanna see it.” You smiled excitedly and turned to him.

“No, no.” He wagged his finger at you. “I’m not doing the knife trick.”

“Please?” You pouted. “For me?”

“All right, all right.” Sebastian broke into a grin. “I’m only doing this because you asked nicely.”

The journalist handed him a pen and he easily flipped it around and caught it before making a stabbing motion. You let out a gasp and stared at him in shock for a long time.

“What’s wrong?” He asked you.

“I wanna to fuck you, that’s what’s wrong.” You replied. “Can you do it again?”

Sebastian laughed at your joke as his face heated up. He knew that was just the way you two liked to tease each other, but it didn’t mean it didn’t make him smile.

“I’ll do it again.” He nodded as picked the pen back up. “Anything for you.”

~

On a day where the interviews ended early, you spent the night in Sebastians hotel room, getting drunk on his balcony.

“What about you?” Sebastian asked as he took a sip of his beer. “What was your best kissing scene? I know you’ve kissed some pretty great actors. Might be hard to pick.”

“It’s not. I hate kissing actors.” You grimaced. “It’s not even kissing. It’s just like, limp lips on limp lips. There’s no passion when it’s for a scene. I hate it.”

“Maybe you’re just kissing the wrong actors.” Sebastian shrugged playfully as he gazed at you.

“I don’t think so.” You shook your head. “I’ve never felt anything when kissing another actor. You can’t tell me you do.”

“I do.” He shrugged again. “Its not much, but I wouldn’t say it’s nothing.”

“What? How?” You wondered. “If you kissed me right now, you wouldn’t feel anything. I guarantee it.”

“I think I would.” Sebastian disagreed.

“All right.” You turned your chair a little to face him. “Prove me wrong.”

Sebastian tweaked an eyebrow up before leaning in to kiss you. You kissed him back for a few seconds before pulling away. You looked past him for a minute as you mulled the moment over in your head.

“What’s the matter?” He asked quietly.

“I was incorrect.” You chuckled a little. “I guess I did feel something.”

“I told you you would.” He said smugly. “I knew you’d feel something.”

“How’d you know?” You whined as he basked in the glory of being right.

“Because I felt something the last time we kissed.” He said simply. “And I knew you did too.”

“I didn’t realize you remembered that.” You smirked before talking a sip from his beer.

“Course I do.” He replied. “I think about that night all the time. It was the start of a beautiful, sexually frustrating friendship.”

“Oh, I’m sexually frustrating?” You laughed. “Try being your friend. It’s hard to look at you, really.”

“That’s not how I feel about you.” He smiled a little. “I really, really like looking at you.”

“I like you too.” You smiled back.

“That’s not what I said.” He teased. You dropped your jaw and stole his beer again, taking a long sip as you held eye contact.

“It’s what you meant.” You stuck your tongue out at him. You sat in comfortable silence for a minute, listening to the chirps of the crickets as a warm breeze wafted through the air.

“The press tour is ending soon.” You said quietly as you adverted your eyes. “Tomorrow’s the premier. Then, it’s all over.”

“I know.” He said softly. You looked at him and gave him a sad smile, to which he returned.

“We won’t get to see each other every day anymore.” You pointed out.

“Then we better make tomorrow count.” He said simply. He knew what you were implying, that there was no point in starting something when you’d both been going home soon, but he didn’t want to think about that. He just wanted to enjoy his last few days with you.

“Yeah.” You smiled sadly and looked away again. “We better.”

~

The following night at the premier, you felt an overwhelming sadness knowing that it was all ending. You loved the weeks you’d spent goofing off with Sebastian, even if it never led to a real relationship. It still meant something to you, and you hoped it meant something to him.

To counteract your sadness, you sat with Chris Evans at the bar and let him distract you. After spending a minute with him, you were feeling drunk and ready to find Sebastian. You spotted him on the red carpet, fixed your dress, and went up to him.

“Hi.” You giggled as you wrapped your arms around his torso. You smiled up at him as he wrapped an arm around you, taking an usually loud whiff of his cologne.

“Hey.” He chuckled as he patted your back. “How are you doing?”

“I’m good.” You said as you swayed a little. “Question, is there alcohol in a Shirley Temple? Because I feel like I’ve had alcohol.”

“There is.” He laughed again and steadied you. “Did you know that?”

“Nope.” You sniffed him again. “You smell good.”

“Oh no.” He smiled as your behavior. “How many did you have?”

“I was having a contest with Evans to see who could drink more. I had like 5.” You bragged as you almost fell over.

“Oh dear.” He quickly caught you. “You’re staying with me tonight. I don’t trust drunk you.”

“No, it’s okay. You don’t have to babysit me.” You waved your hand and tried to walk away. You instantly stumbled and neatly fell, but Sebastian wrapped his arms around you and caught you.

“I think I do.” He chuckled as you put you on your feet. “Come on. You’re sticking with me.”

~

The next morning, you woke up with a throbbing headache. Not feeling the strength to sit up, you opened a single eye and looked around. You were definitely not in your own room, but you recognized who’s room you were in.

“Good morning.” Sebastians voice was usually loud, making you wince.

“Oh God.” You groaned as you sat up. You groggily opened your eyes as Sebastian handed you a cup of coffee.

“Here.” He smiled shyly. “How’s the head?”

“The head is in pain.” You groaned. “So is the rest of the body.”

“Here. Drink this.” He held out a glass of water and some Advil. “And take these.”

“Thanks.” You smiled sheepishly as you accepted his offerings.

“Did you at least win the drinking contest?” He asked as he took a seat on the bed. You took a long sip of water and swallowed the pills before answering his questions.

“I did.” You nodded. “But at what cost?”

“You’ll start to feel better once you get some food in you.” Sebastian said as he rubbed your shoulder. You put your hand over his and stared at him, feeling the guilt set in.

“I’m sorry I got drunk.” You mumbled. “I didn’t mean to ruin the last night.”

“You didn’t ruin anything.” Sebastian shook his head. “Trust me, we still had fun. I’m not sure how much you remember though.”

“I remember sitting with you at the premier.” You recalled. “And eating many, many bagels.”

“Yeah, we stopped at a bakery.” He chuckled. “You ate a dozen. I watched it all.”

“Oh God.” You covered your face with your hands. “That’s not how I wanted to spend our last night together.”

“How did you want to spend it together?” He asked quietly.

“Probably in a way that still ended with me waking up in your bed.” You joked like you usually did. “But I could do without the part where you watched me eat 12 bagels.”

“What do you mean?” He grinned. “That was the best part.”

“How’d I end up in your bed anyway?” You asked before taking another sip of coffee.

“You threw your key card at a seagull who was eyeing your bagel.” He explained. “You couldn’t get into your room so I let your crash in mine.”

You looked around the room and saw his pull out couch was topped with pillows and sheets, evidence of him sleeping there.

“Did you sleep on the pull out?” You pointed to it in disbelief.

“Of course I did.” He shrugged.

“Such a gentleman.” You scrunched your nose at him before finishing the coffee.

“Basic human decency is not exactly being a gentleman.” He pointed out.

“Maybe not.” You agreed. “But you still are one. You prove that to me everyday.”

“That must be why you like me so much.” He teased.

“Must be.” You dished it right back. Sebastians smile fell suddenly as he got a serious look on his face.

“I think you and I need to have a talk.” He said softly.

“Oh God.” You feared. “Did I puke on you last night?”

“No.” He chuckled. “It’s not about last night.”

“Then what’s it about?”

“As much as I love flirting with you, and I do, I think you should know it’s not just a joke to me.” He began. “And I wanted to know if it was just a joke to you or if-“

“It’s not.” You said a little too quickly, which made him smile. “I...I like you. A lot, actually. One might even call it love.”

Upon hearing this, Sebastian leaned forward to kiss you. You held a hand to stop him and gave him an apologetic look.

“I wouldn’t.” You grimaced. “My morning breath is-“

“-something I could get used to.” He cut you off before going in for the kiss. You immediately kissed him back, pulling him by his shirt to have him closer. He climbed over you as you tangled your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck.

“I don’t care if its our last day.” He mumbled against your lips. “I want to do this for real. I wanna be with you.”

You kissed him back to tell him you felt the same way, not trusting yourself to say something smooth in the heat of the moment.

“Wait.” You pushed him back suddenly and held him away from you.

“Whats wrong?” He asked as he hovered over you.

“Can we get bagels after this?” You asked seriously before breaking into a smile.

“I seriously can’t stand you.” He said before leaning down to kiss you again. “You’re lucky I love you because I don’t like you at all.”

“12 wasn’t enough.” You giggled between kisses. “I need more. I crave them. I crave the yeast.”

Sebastian stopped kissing you for a moment and looked at you with a fond expression. You stared back at him as a content smile tugged at your lips. The flirting had finally lead to something more and neither of you could be happier.

“You know, you might actually be more annoying than Mackie.” He teased you before leaning down to kiss your neck.

“Shut up.” You laughed. “Shut up and bite me in the neck.”

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Second Glances, Second Chances

Subsequent Consequences Masterlist

Ch 2 Summary: You introduce yourself to Wanda Maximoff. 

“I think I better go introduce myself. Wouldn’t want to seem unneighborly.”

“You’re going there empty handed?” Dottie quirks an eyebrow. Not wasting any time you reach into a rose bush and pluck the most presentable flower you can find, not caring for the thorns scratching your arm. 

Dottie looks at you like you’re crazy but you ignore her as you speed walk over to Wanda’s house, picking thorns off the stem of the rose on your way. “Hello,” you announce your presence to the women chatting in the front yard. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything important.”

“Not at all. I’m telling Wanda about-” Agatha stumbles when she realizes who she’s talking to. It couldn’t actually be who she thinks it is, could it?

“Agnes was telling me about her husband, Ralph,” Wanda finishes for Agatha, or Agnes you guess she’s calling herself now. “I’m Wanda. I just moved in.”

“Yes, I know. I mean, I’ve been meaning to introduce myself to you for a while now,” you say. Agatha still hasn’t said anything, still trying to figure out if you are who she thinks you are. You answer that for her. “I’m Y/N.”

It is you.

You offer your hand to shake forgetting the flower in your hand. You drop it clumsily. “Oops.” You internally cringe. You were doing so well, you thought you wouldn’t embarrass yourself again in front of her. You pick the rose up from the ground and make a show of dusting it off before offering it to Wanda. “Sorry about that. Here we go. Nice and clean.”

“It’s for me?” Wanda smiles, only taking the flower when you nod. 

“Sorry, I didn’t have much to offer,” you say sheepishly, something Agatha finds very interesting while watching you interact with Wanda closely.

“I think it’s lovely. Thank you,” Wanda replies. Then she looks at you curiously for a moment, like she’s trying to figure something out. Maybe she’s trying to read your mind. She’s not going to get too far with that. Centuries with your powers, you’ve learned a thing or two in keeping people out. 

“Have we met before?” Wanda finally decides to ask. “You look so familiar.”

This is the opening you have been waiting for to tell Wanda everything. “Actually-”

Agatha sees that you are about to say more than you should and she pulls you away before you can confess anything to Wanda. 

“Of course not, silly. How would you have met? You just moved in. In fact you probably have a lot to do and we’re just keeping you from it. Come on, Y/N. Let’s leave Wanda to it.”

Agatha doesn’t let you get another word in with Wanda. If you weren’t quick on your feet, you would have tripped and you’re sure she would have literally dragged you away. 

“What are you doing here?” You both say after Agatha pushes you back into the house you woke up in. 

“How are you still alive?” she asks.

“I could ask you the same thing,” you retort.

“I can’t have you ruining this for me,” Agatha says.

“Ruin what? Why are you here, Agatha? I know you’re hiding something. It’s just like you.” 

“You’re one to talk, sweet cheeks.”

“I’m here to help Wanda,” you admit. 

“So am I.”

“Doesn’t look like it. How is playing along with this whole charade going to help her?”

“Wanda is fragile, dear. We have to be careful and ease into it. Look at what she’s capable of. Who knows what else she could do if we antagonize her?” Agatha explains. 

“I’m not trying to antagonize her, Agatha.”

“That’s not how she’ll feel when to her it will look like you are trying to take her perfect life away,” she points out. You hate to admit she might be right. “Don’t worry. I have a plan.”

“And that is?”

“For only me to know. Wouldn’t want you ruining it. So I think we’ve come to an agreement. You’ll let me deal with this and stay out of the way. Good talk. It was lovely to see you again, Y/N. Let’s catch up soon.”

She leaves you staring at your front door wondering what the hell just happened. Despite Agatha claiming to want to help Wanda, you have a gut feeling she’s got something up her sleeve and you are going to find out what that is.

Later that evening, you see a car pull up at Wanda’s residence. A tall man steps out of the vehicle. He waits at the driveway as another car pulls up to the sidewalk. The tall man opens the passenger door and helps a lady out as a man you guess is her husband gets out of the car as well. The three of them make their way into Wanda’s home. 

You assume that the tall guy is probably Vision. He looks like how Makari described him when he and Wanda were in hiding. You try to mind your business, seeing that this is probably just them having people over for dinner but then you spot Agatha sneaking in through the back. 

Thinking she’s up to no good, you make your way over taking the same path she did. You startle her as she makes her way back out of Wanda’s house. “What are you doing sneaking in through the back?”

“Of course you’re here,” she says unimpressed. “Are you just spying on me from your window? Kind of creepy, darling.”

“I wasn’t spying,” you deny. “I was keeping an eye out.”

“I didn’t realize you joined the neighborhood watch,” Agatha quips sarcastically. 

“I don’t know what you want with Wanda, but I’m onto you, Agatha,” you warn her.

She shushes you. “Will you keep it down? I told you I am taking care of this. Don’t interfere, Y/N.”

“I am getting really tired of people saying that,” you grumble. 

“It would do you well to listen,” Agatha cautions. 

“Is that a threat?” you scoff.

She shakes her head and gives you a smile that is nothing short of vile. “Why would I need to do that? You’ll be a good girl, won’t you? Do as I say, Y/N.” She caresses your cheek but there’s nothing tender about it. “Don’t worry about Wanda. I’m handling it.”

She drops her hand and walks past you, heading back to her house. You watch her until she closes her door. Then you start walking back to your house across Wanda’s. When you make it to your front porch, you hear the sound of a car starting. You turn around and see Wanda and Vision’s guests drive off. 

You see the light inside is still on and you could just make out Wanda and Vision sitting on the couch. You quit staring before you prove Agatha right about creeping. You think you should let Wanda have this moment before all of this is inevitably taken away from her.

The next day you wake up with an entirely different wardrobe. It feels like you’ve jumped forward a decade, but color hasn’t come in yet. You decide to take a walk around town. It’s a cute little place and you get friendly salutations from every person you pass by. You notice there don’t seem to be any children around. You stop and chat with a few townspeople to try and get a feel of the situation. No one says anything outright but you can tell they are aware that they are being controlled. The weirdest part is when you make it to Ellis Ave. Everyone on that block is frozen. There is fear behind their eyes. The street is eerily quiet but you can hear every person’s thoughts.

“I’m going to help you,” you promise them. “No harm will come to you. At least, no more than you’ve been through. I just have to figure this out.” 

These people need to be released from Wanda’s control and you may be the only one who can help them, but to do that, you have to help Wanda accept that Vision is gone and that as much as this falsehood helps cover up the pain, it is wrong to use people like this. 

You don’t know how you are going to convince Wanda to give it all up. You weren’t exactly expecting a hostage situation to occur when you followed Wanda here. However, your intentions were and still are to guide her and help her learn to control her powers and you intend to follow through. Unlike Agatha, you don’t have a plan, but you figure the first step is to gain Wanda’s trust.  

You pay Wanda a social visit. Nothing prepares you for when she opens the door. You’re left spluttering. She’s dressed in some magician’s assistant type costume. She smiles and welcomes you in. 

“Wow,” you say as you basically leer at her.

“Is it too much?”

“No! No. It’s a good wow. You look amazing,” you praise. Although there is no real color, there is a slight change of tone on her cheeks and you know she’s blushing.

“Thank you. I think the outfits will really sell the performance, you know?” she explains.

“Performance?”

“The talent show. You know the one for the children,” she reminds you.

“For the children. Right. Yes,” you pretend to know what she’s talking about. 

“You’ll be there?” Wanda asks, almost shyly. “I could use all the support I can get.”

“Of course,” you reply and sneakily add in, “That’s what I’m here for.”

Maybe the remark doesn’t come out as subtle as you thought it would, because Wanda stares at you again like she did the day before. You find a way to quickly take the attention off of you. Clearing your throat, you make your way to the rabbit in the cage and ask, “Who’s this fella?”

“The star of our act. Agnes let us borrow him for the show. Cute, isn’t he?” Wanda tells you while petting the rabbit.

“Agnes lent you him?” you ask her to affirm.

“Yes. She calls him Señor Scratchy.” Something keeps you from petting the rabbit. You get the feeling he is staring at you a little too hard like he is watching you. It could just be your nerves due to the Agatha of it all, but either way, it’s unsettling. 

“So where is the Magic Man?” you ask, looking for Vision.

“I am wondering the same thing. He was supposed to be here by now. We have to get our props to the square.”

“If you want, I could help,” you offer.

“Oh, there’s no need. I’m sure he’ll be here soon,” she waves you off, but you insist. 

“No, really. I’m not doing anything anyway.” 

“Really? That would be great actually.” 

The next half hour goes to making trips to and from the square, bringing the props from Wanda’s home. The hardest part is transporting the “Cabinet of Mysteries”. You or Wanda could have easily done it with magic but since she is pretending to be normal and you are hiding your powers from her, the task is harder than it needs to be. In the end you manage to carry it over via hand truck.

“Maybe you could sit together,” Wanda says, out of breath as you both pull the trolley down the sidewalk. 

“Huh?”

“You and Agnes. She tells me the talent show always gets full attendance. You could save her a seat,” Wanda suggests.

“Yes. I’ll make sure to do that.”

“Maybe two in case her husband Ralph comes too. Is it odd that I’ve never seen the guy? You’ve met him, right?”

“Uh, Ralph?” She nods and you do your best to lie. “Yeah, Ralph. I’ve met Ralph. He’s very, um, you know, he’s Ralph.” You are doing a terrible job but luckily there is something much more interesting to bring to attention. “Woah, is that a moat?!”

A couple of people rush over to help you and Wanda with her large prop and she relieves you from helping, thanking you profusely. Seeing you aren’t needed, you take your leave to let the rest of the participants set their stuff up. 

“Good luck on your act. You’ll do great,” you assure Wanda before you come out from backstage and look for a seat. Begrudgingly, you do save a seat for Agatha. Despite preferring to sit next to literally anyone else, you told Wanda you would and it may also be in your best interest to keep Agatha close. 

“Aw, you saved me a seat. How sweet.” Agatha pulls the chair next to you about five minutes before the first act is up. 

“I saved one for Ralph too. Will he be here soon?” you prod.

“Are you jealous?” Agatha asks amused. It throws you for a loop. You scoff, “What?”

“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N,” she tut-tuts in disapproval. “There is no need to feel that way. All of this is fake. I’m not actually married to him. We’re all just playing our parts.”

She pats some of your hair down with her hand and you shrug her off. “I’m only helping you look camera ready. Now stop sulking. The show is about to start.”

Before you can ask what camera she is talking about, Dottie’s voice rings through the microphone. She makes a speech about how this is all for Westview Elementary school funding, which makes you wonder again where all the children are. 

The first act goes up and it keeps you from pondering further. The program goes by faster than you think. Wanda and Vision’s magic act is up next. As soon as Vision steps on stage, you can see something is off. You’ve never spoken a word to him but something tells you this is unusual behavior from him. It’s almost like he’s intoxicated, but it doesn’t look like anyone is going to call him on it. 

Wanda does her best to cover up the fact that he is doing things no regular human being could do, thinking quickly on her feet to come up with explanations for every “trick”. 

“And now, ladies and gentlemen, for our grand finale I bring you The Magnet of Crysteries!” Vision announces.

“‘The Cabinet of Mysteries’!” Wanda corrects him. 

“Yeah, yeah. What she said.” You try not to laugh. Despite this looking like a stressful situation for Wanda, it is incredibly amusing to watch when you know what is going on. Vision continues, “I will now make my wife…disappear.”

Agatha jokes beside you, “Are you sure you don’t want an audience volunteer named ‘My Husband Ralph’!”

Her joke gets a few people chuckling. So busy distracted by all the performances, you had forgotten about Ralph. You think he might have slipped in but the chair is still unoccupied. You lean over to Agatha to comment, “How would he volunteer if he’s not here?”

“Y/N, they’re in the middle of a performance. Don’t be rude,” she hushes you. You roll your eyes, but back off and watch the rest of the act. In a slight turn of events, there seems to be a third person in their act, appearing in the Cabinet of Mysteries. She looks just as surprised as the audience.

Everyone cheers for Wanda and Vision and then they go backstage. Dottie is on the microphone again to give closing remarks and starts awarding people. Wanda and Vision are caught trying to sneak away when Dottie spots them and gives them the award for best comedy performance. You don’t think that was what Wanda was going for but she and her husband accept it with a smile.

The awards are given out, the money is raised, and the showcase is over. You are roped into helping with cleaning up. As you stack chairs, you keep an eye on Agatha talking to Vision and Wanda. It looks like she is congratulating them. You turn your head away quickly when Wanda spots you watching. 

Happy you stuck around, Wanda excuses herself from Agatha and drags Vision over to introduce the two of you. “Y/N, I’d like you to meet Vision.”

“Vision? I thought it was ‘Glamour’?” you joke, bringing up his little mistake from their act. 

“That is my stage name,” he quips back. The three of you laugh.

“It’s nice to meet you, Vision. I’ve heard so much about you.” You reach to shake his hand.

“And I, you. Thank you for helping Wanda with all of this when I couldn’t be there.” He explains, “I was joining the neighborhood watch.”

So that was a thing. “I feel safer already.”

“Maybe we can have you over for dinner some time to thank you,” Wanda suggests. 

You wave her off. “Oh, it was no big deal. What are neighbors for, right?” 

“I’d like to consider you more than a neighbor. Maybe a friend?” Wanda asks hopefully and who are you to deny. This is exactly what you want. Be her friend, earn her trust, and then get her to see reason. 

“Friends it is,” you agree. 

And it looks like you’ve fallen into her trap, as with a glint in her eyes, she says, “Good because we like to have friends over for dinner. How about tomorrow?”

You shake your head amusedly and answer, “Okay, okay. Tomorrow sounds great.”

“Great! See you then,” she replies cheerfully.

“It was lovely to meet you, Y/N,” Vision states.

“You too.” You watch longingly as they leave hand in hand. You don’t feel when Agatha comes up beside you. You jump slightly when she says, “Cute aren’t they? Too bad none of this is real.”

You open your mouth to reply but the sound of Dottie’s voice beats yours. “Ladies, if you are not going to help, move out of the way.”

Agatha mumbles, “She doesn’t have to tell me twice.”

She takes the opportunity to leave and you don’t fault her for it. When Dottie has you sweeping the stage, you wish you did too. Herb comes up to you when you are down to take the broom away. 

“Dottie says you can go,” he informs you. What a relief. He chuckles at your tired sigh. You chat with him as you make your way off of the stage. He asks, “Did you enjoy the show?”

“I did. I don’t know what I was expecting, but it was quite the experience.”

“Do you think she was pleased with it?” he asks in a hushed voice. “I saw her talking to you earlier.”

“I don’t know. She was just telling me what to do, but I suppose she should be. She said they raised enough money for the school,” you answer, thinking Herb is talking about Dottie. Ironically, you never actually saw any actual money being handed to anyone. “Speaking of children, I haven’t seen any running around. Where are they?”

His eyes widen and he looks scared, like you asked something you shouldn’t have. He gives you a vague answer that only leaves you with more questions. “Just play your part. They’ll be alright. Just play your part.”

What did Wanda do with the children? You don’t think Wanda is capable of hurting them so the question is where is she keeping them? Why would she take them away from these people? Wanda couldn’t possibly be doing all of this on purpose, could she? 

You need answers. The only person you think could have them aside from Wanda is Agatha but you know she is not going to make it easy for you. She never has so why start now?

Wanda and Vision return home feeling triumphant. They seem to finally be fitting in. They both congratulate each other on their performance. Vision apologizes to Wanda for not being able to help her with their props.

“It’s okay,” Wanda dismisses his apology. Vision had a valid excuse. “Lucky for me Y/N was here.”

“Yes, Y/N. I like her. She seems like a genuine person,” Vision comments. 

“Yeah. I like her too,” Wanda agrees.

“I’m glad, darling. Now you have another person to socialize with when I am busy with the neighborhood watch,” Vision states. 

Wanda smiles at the thought. She gets hungry for some popcorn and makes way to the kitchen but her husband stops her. He points out her belly. Wanda gasps in surprise. She’s pregnant. She asks him if this is really happening, when they are interrupted by a noise outside.

Across the street in your house, you’re getting ready for bed. You are putting on your pajamas when you hear the same noise Wanda and Vision do. You think it came from outside. You race downstairs to stare out your window to verify. You feel something is off. Wanda and Vision step out of their house to check it out. 

There is a person in some beekeeper type suit in the middle of the street. You have a bad feeling about it, so you head to the door to step outside and handle it, but before you can move, the most bizarre thing happens. It’s as if someone rewinded the last few minutes. You are back in the bedroom. 

Still fully aware of what happened but not quite believing it, you race downstairs and outside. No one is outside. You catch a chill standing too long outside, the thin material of your blue pajamas doing nothing to keep you warm, so you head back inside. 

Blue?

You double check to make sure you aren’t imagining things. There it is. Wanda brought back color to the town. As exciting as this is, it doesn’t erase what happened earlier. 

There are only three people in this town who could possibly do what happened. You are sure you know who did it, but you don’t want to believe it because if she did do it, the excuse that she is doing any of this unwillfully is off the table.

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Shoutout to @padmeswife for the idea.

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