#knowing how quickly he took out her other teammates who were working TOGETHER

[meracyn]

heyy could you write a kwon x f!reader one shot? where they are from the same team but they are kinda enemies, they always tease each other, cuz they both know that they can’t resist each other. and like at a party reader just teases the f out of him and he gets fed up and teaches her a… lesoon?😜😜 i love your work 🙏🙏🙏

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summary. for the longest time, you and kwon were always bickering around, teasing each other whenever there was a chance. during practices, meetings- there wasn't a day either of you didn't tempt the other. at a party, however, things finally reached its peak.

a/n. it makes me so happy that you love my work 💕 i didn't turn this into a full-on smut since i wasn't sure you wanted it to be, but if you want a smutty version, just send in another ask lol

warnings. female reader, suggestive! kissing, making out yk

The night strummed with clinking of glasses and chatter. After a victory of a local karate tournament– you, along with the rest of the Cobra Kai dojo decided to celebrate, and with Kreese's approval, the party was now in full swing. Music pumped through the speakers, the vibrant, neon lights flickering with the rhythm, and echoing off of the walls.

Despite the lively atmosphere, it wasn't enough to distract you from attempting to rile up one of your teammates– Kwon Jae-Sung.

You had made it a point to tease him all night, through light, lingering touches on his hands to brushing against his shoulder whenever you walked by. It was always like this between you both, a tension-filled game; teasing the other until it wasn't clear who started in the first place– though it never went past that. You took a sip of your drink, eyes looking through the crowd from behind the rim of your glass before spotting Kwon, who was leaning against the wall. A mischievous smile tugged at your lips.

Walking up to him, you kept your gaze locked onto his.

"You know, I've been thinking," You started, tracing a finger down your glass as Kwon raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "About what?"

"How you can't go a day without having your hands on me." You teased, voice dripping with flirtation.

Kwon's lips curled into a smirk. "You think I haven't noticed that you enjoy it?" He asked.

"I’m pretty sure we both know you enjoy it more than me."

The words hung in the air, as Kwon was silent for a brief moment. His eyes narrowed, jaw clenching as you only watched him with a playful expression. "Keep pushing me, and you'll see what happens." He finally spoke, his voice low, tense– laced with warning.

You leaned in, your lips ghosting against his neck. "Well, I don't think I could ever get enough of you, Kwon." You whispered, your fingers grazing his arm.

Thinking you won, you started to walk away when Kwon stood abruptly, grabbing your wrist firmly and pulling you towards the quiet hallway that led to the back of the place. You barely had time to process what was happening before he spun you around and pressed you against the wall, his hands on either side of your head, trapping you in place.

"You really don't know when to stop, do you?" Kwon's voice came off in a husky tone as he hovered inches above you. His eyes were darker now, heated.

Your heart was pounding in your chest, but you refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing you flustered. "That's true," You agreed boldly, tilting your head with a smirk. "What are you gonna do about it?"

Instead of replying, he crashed his lips on yours roughly, spilling all of the pent-up frustration and tension he felt. Pulling you closer, his hand trailed down your back, pressing your bodies together. You responded quickly, kissing him back with equal fervor, your hands gripping onto the collar of his shirt.

Kwon pulled away, his chest rising and falling with each breath. "Is that enough for you to learn your lesson?" he whispered, his hands moving to your sides. Your face bloomed red, heart still racing from the kiss.

"Nope," You replied, your voice coming off slightly shaky. "It’s gonna take more than that."

He smirked, his eyes burning with more than a simple challenge. "Good," he said, pulling you in for another kiss that was more heated from the last. His fingers slipped off the sleeves of your dress before going down to hold onto your thighs, lifting you up to wrap your legs around his waist. "Because I don't plan on stopping now." He finished, his breath warm against your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

It was going to be a long night.

[cloverkingsmith]

Nita steeled herself, knowing that she was the final line of defense between Damnatio and hope.

Protect the witches and Finral. Buy them enough time to get Asta through the door of fate. Act as their shield if the other Bulls failed. That was it.

Nita’s fungi soldiers chanted behind her, ready. Spores poured off of them, creating a thick cloud of poisonous, paralyzing, sleep-inducing danger. She prayed it would be enough to slow him down.

Then, there was an explosion.

[wintfleur]

 ₊˚ෆ ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 ˖˙ ᰋ  ── MOVE ME, BABY !

gwen’s relationship with juraj  

   ━━━ ❛ I could never define all that you are to me 

au masterlist - everything for the AU is under #📷 ͡ ꒱ GwenCaufield

˖ ་ everything for our couple is under #⋆ ˚｡⋆୨🖤୧˚ Gwen & Juraj

˖ ་ you can find everything smutty under #⋆ ˚｡⋆୨📸୧˚ smutty gwen & juraj

ꪆ୧ BASICS !

how did they meet?  they met in 2022 when juraj first moved to Montreal, her brother and a few of their teammates were going to take juraj out for the day and show him around, they invited her as well and she decided to tag along, also wanting to meet him. They all met for lunch and then showed him around the city before going to this really cool bowling alley/bar, where they played for a few hours, also eating there.  (2022)

their first impressions?  

juraj was already nervous to meet her when arber told him that she would be coming along, but his first thought about her before they met was that she had a beautiful name. But when he met her his first thoughts was that she had an even prettier laugh as she giggled when he struggled to pronounce her name at first ‘you can just call me gwen’ he had also found her to be quite intimidating, which was ridiculous because he towered over her, but still, she was just so pretty and calm . . . he didn't know what to do with himself. He found it hard to talk with her because of his nerves, she was just so pretty. 

Gwen’s first impression of juraj was ‘wow he's tell’ as he stood up to greet her and cole and then it changed to ‘wow he's so cute’ as she listened to him struggle to pronounce her name, a lot of inner monologue of her freaking out about his accent and smile. He was very shy and polite towards her and Gwen found that adorable, but she was a little disappointed as the night went on. Juraj seemed to be a lot more comfortable and talkative with the others while he was still nervous and shy around her, she hoped that she didn't make him uncomfortable in any way. 

first date?   Juraj was the one to ask her out on a date, he was out on a jog and stopped to catch his breath in front of an older cinema that he saw was screening the first scream, aka one of Gwen's all time favorite movies. He took that as a sign to finally man up and ask her out on a date and thankfully she said yes. It was his first time going to the cinema in Canada and the first time seeing the movie so they got a whole bunch of different candies/popcorn for him to try. After the movie they went to a pizza plaza for dinner where they talked about the movie and almost everything else. 

who confessed their feelings first?   

juraj realized his feelings were very strong for her during their first date, he was sitting across gwen with a small smile on his lips as he watched and listened (like a lovesick puppy) to her ramble about the movie they just watched, seeing her so passionate and carefree, but despite the fact that juraj realized his feelings first, gwen was the one to confess first. 

gwen quickly realized her feelings for him as she laid in her bed the night of the date, she couldn't sleep and all she could think about was him and he made her feel. Her last relationship ended horribly so the idea of her liking someone else scared her, so she decided to try her best to avoid him . . . which is not so easy because they work together and see each other almost every single day. Juraj who noticed Gwen's avoidance towards him distanced himself as well, thinking that he did something wrong and that she didn't enjoy the date, it really hurt for him to think that. 

a few of there close friends that knew about them were tired of them avoiding each other decide to do a little scheming, while they were all at the rink, everyone was getting ready to leave so kaiden asked juraj to bring a few things to a supply closet while arber asked gwen to get a few things from the said closet, they both of course said yes. When the two schemers noticed them both going into the closet they locked it from the outside, forcing them to finally talk. Juraj asked her why she was avoiding him and she couldn't hold it in anymore as she looked up into his sad eyes, confessing her feelings for him right on the spot. Juraj of course told her he felt the same way. They both agreed to take it slow and go on a second date. 

first kiss?  their first kiss happened during their second date, a few days after they confessed their feelings for each other. They had planned to go to this new cafe but the weather changed drastically. Juraj didn't want to leave her alone at the apartment (cole at a friend's house) during a thunderstorm so they decided to have their date inside instead. They were cuddled up on the couch watching stranger things and sharing a tub of ice cream. Gwen had looked up at him when she felt his stare on her, she went to ask him if he was okay but her words got caught in her throat at the look he was giving her. They both were leaning in and before they knew it their lips were touching, the soft kiss didn't last longer than a few seconds. But the kiss they shared moments after the first lasted way longer, the ice cream and show long forgotten. 

who asked who?  juraj was the one to ask her to be his girlfriend, they were laying in her bed watching an old slovak movie he had mentioned watching a lot as a child. She had surprised him with the movie and some of his favorite snacks for their night in. He laid there with her in his arm and he watched as she read the subtitles of the movie she went out of her way to surprise him with, all he wanted was to be hers and her to be his. His words were moving before his mind was comprehending what he was doing, he sounded nervous and unsure when he first asked. Gwen who was so into reading the subtitles that she didn't hear what he said so she just hummed in confusion asking him to repeat what he said. Juraj let out a heavy breath before asking her again, this time much more confident. His confidence worked because Gwen was smiling and placing soft kisses on his cheek as she said yes. 

first I love you?   gwen was the one who said I love you first, she was nervous and scared that she felt so strongly for him even though they haven't been dating for long. But she had a long conversation with her best friend Luke who helped her realize that she should tell Juraj how she feels. So she went to his place and confessed her love for him as they sat on his bed. Juraj was shocked but he was happy because he felt the same way. 

how did everyone find out? 

family + friends: besides the people who knew from the beginning, their closest friends and cole. Everyone else found out when they posted each other on their private instagrams for valentines day, they also went on a trip by themselves to celebrate valentines day. 

the public: the public found out when a video of them kissing while on a date went viral, someone had filmed them without them knowing and posted it. they were forced to confirm it since it was so public. 

ꪆ୧ DETAILS !

their tropes: he fell first x she fell harder, tall bf x short gf, sunshine protector bf x sunshine gf, artist gf x muse bf, hyper bf x sleepy gf 

love languages: 

gwen’s: physical touch, holding hands, making playlists, words of affirmation 

juraj’s: physical touch, head petting, food sharing, words of affirmation 

pet names: 

gwen’s (for juraj’s): baby, handsome, loverboy, darling, pretty boy, 

juraj’s (for gwen): angel/anjel, honey, dollface, sweetheart, tiny, sweet girl, lots in slovak

their favorite sleep position: 

gwen’s: gwen likes laying her head on his chest while he sleeps on his back, practically on top of him. 

juraj’s: him being the big spoon while she is the little. 

songs that describe them: 

movement – hoizer 

there is a light that never goes out – the smiths 

i melt with you – modern english 

lovers rock – tv girl 

glue song – beabadoobee

those eyes – new west 

would that i – hozier 

wildest dreams – taylor swift 

my love mine all mine – mitski 

out of my league – fitz and the tantrums 

contact names: 

gwen’s (for juraj): loverboy 🖤

juraj’s (for gwen): moja hviezda 💫

contact photos:

lockscreens: 

gwen’s: gwen’s lockscreen is a picture of juraj that she took at one of the games, she had captured such a perfect moment of him looking out at the fans with a big smile on his lips as they chanted his name 

juraj’s: juraj’s lockscreen is a picture of gwen that he took on one of their dates, they had gone back to that same bowling alley they went to the first day they met. Juraj thought she looked so beautiful so he had to take a quick picture. 

ꪆ୧ THEIR THINGS !

always clinging to each other, always touching in some way 

late night drives 

cuddling in bed as they listen to music 

late night makeout sessions in the car at there spot (a lookout spot) 

juraj having to try/taste every single one of gwen’s new chapsticks/lip glosses 

Sending each other songs throughout the day that remind them of each other 

juraj braiding and playing with her hair

juraj tying her shoes for her 

gwen singing juraj to sleep when he can't fall asleep

weekly movie nights

having a terrible habit of locking the door 

long showers together

using gwen’s cameras/camcorders to take/film risky things 

facetiming each other when they are away 

juraj always being in awe at how flexible she is 

gwen drawing/painting juraj when he naps 

gwen cutting juraj’s rambles about hockey with a kiss 

dates at new restaurants 

staring into each other's eyes

slapping each others asses

hands in each others back pockets

pottery dates

making out in elevators

juraj’s hand always being on her thigh when he drivers or when they sit 

ꪆ୧ FUN FACTS !

gwen teaching juraj more english while he teaches her slovak 

gwen gets really cold when she sleeps, so she's lucky to have her hunk of her boyfriend warming her up 

they love to tease cole or arber whenever they third wheel them 

gwen made a scrapbook of a bunch of pictures with them, along with a bunch of poems 

they love cooking together even though it's mostly gwen whos cooking, juraj is an excellent sous chef

they have so many of each others things at each others places, almost always together 

they both love their height difference 

juraj loves to call gwen his start girl because of her love for stars, and because she's as beautiful as one…his words

they can be very playful with each other

they wish they could just cuddle in bed all day 

Juraj is honestly the most clingiest person in the word to her, she loves it of course and his teammates love to tease him about it 

they both get teased by his reamates a lot in general, but they care for the young couple a lot 

gwen knows how to skate but juraj loves to hold onto her and help her around, she finds it cute 

the team likes to call them a married couple 

gwen loves that juraj has formed such a good friendship with her best friend luke hughes 

both of their families love them together, they are very supportive 

their libidos are so high 

when gwen traveled with juraj to the first time to slovakia she was so nervous, but she had a great time meeting his family and friends

juraj love sit when gwen gets all nerdy and passionate about the things she loves, he could listen to he ramble about things for hours

juraj is very protective of gwen he will not let anyone disrespect her in anyway, he's gotten into a fight on the ice because a guy couldn't keep his mouth shut about her 

their special spot is a lookout spot on a hill that looks out over the city. They love driving up to it at night. Either cuddling in the car or outside on the hill on a blanket, looking at the stars and lights. Thankfully it's not well known

they feel the safest and most comfortable talking about theory feelings with each other 

gwen tries teaching juraj how to play the piano or guitar but it always ends up with them making out 

juraj has petty fights in her comment sections with all the guys/girls who ask if he can fight 

juraj is very patient with her, knowing of her past relationship and how badly it ended

furaj definitely uses the height difference between them to his advantage if you are catching my drift 

whenever someone cuts gwen off when shes talking, juraj will send them the most heated, intimidating glare he can muster 

juraj is so soft and sweet with gwen, she's his whole world 

gwen is his little rockstar 

ꪆ୧ INTERNETS FAVORITE MOMENTS !

in the background of the habs picture day video you can see juraj laughing as he looked down at gwen, who was showing him a picture she had taken, he gently patted her head before skating off. 

cole was doing an instagram live in his room and in the background you could hear gwen and juraj, who were playfully arguing in the living room as they played video games. 

the video that went viral of them at a music festival, juraj was hugging gwen from behind as they swayed slowly to the music 

the cute cameos of juraj in her tik toks, youtube videos, and lives 

how giggly and smiley juraj gets when gwen is mentioned in his interviews 

just all the moments of them in the behind the scene videos for the habs

when cole was asked on a podcast what he has been up to and he jokingly said he's been chaperoning his sister and gwen around, and then proceeded to talk happily about the couple. 

“Even my mother and girlfriend told me to shoot more…so i should really shoot more” 

ꪆ୧ SMALL TIMELINE ! 

augest 2022: juraj and stella met for the first time 

october  2022: they went on their first date 

 a week after their first date they confessed their feelings to each other 

november 2022: they go on their second date and have their first kiss 

december 2022: juraj asked her to be his girlfriend and they officially started dating 

early february 2023: gwen tells juraj she loves him and vice versa 

february 14th, 2023: their close friends and family who didn't know from the beginning, finds out about them 

june 2023: the public found out about them when a video taken of them kissing while on a date goes viral. 

ꪆ୧ MOODBOARD !

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[theyhavetakenovermylife]

begging for a tmnt mm Raph x reader who plays hockey…

he just likes watching them play because how aggressive they can be like him with any sport. He’s literally yelling and cheering for them— before they were together.

he just randomly confessed to the reader, like a slip up when they grabbed water for a break. It would be so cute.

“Did you see me out there?! I was pushing her and got a goal!”

“I love you.”

“what.”

“what.”

Hockey Game (Fluff)

MM!Raphael x reader

A/N: I know absolutely nothing about hockey, but I tried. It's kinda short, but hope you’ll enjoy❤️

Warning: None❤️

And here Raph sat again, on a seat behind the glass, watching as you glided over the ice, pushing the puck back and forth with your hockey stick, the fire burning in your eyes, as you pushed your opponents away with a hard shoulder. A danger on ice. It was a side of you Raph rarely got to see outside the ice ring, only ever coming out when you got competitive. It was a wonder to watch you like that, almost becoming more aggressive than him. His brothers still won’t believe him when he told them about it. No way that you, their dear sweet friend, could become more aggressive and competitive than Raphael. Something in Raph was almost happy that they couldn’t believe it. Because then they wouldn’t have seen what he had.

For quite some time, Raph had been going to watch you at your hockey games. Either watching you practice, pretending to get homework done while he waited, while in actuality his eyes were kept on you and everything you, or coming to watch your big games, yelling friendly support from the sidelines. And whenever you would look at him, taking your eyes away from the game for just a few seconds, your eyes meeting his, he felt the butterflies erupt in his stomach, heat spreading all over his body. Oh, Raph was down bad for you. His first crush, and at this rate, probably the only woman he would ever love.

You and your opponent was pushing one another, fighting to stay with the puck. You took your chance, pushing your opponent out of the way, before doing quick work with the puck, before anybody could get it from you. You swung your hockey stick, sending the puck flying over the eyes, directly through the crowd of the opposite team in a flash, hitting the back of the net, scoring the last goal of the evening. You, your team, Raph and half of the stands erupted in cheer, as the arena filled with the buzzing sound, letting you all know the game was over. Your team had won.

After you and your teammates had hugged each other, almost tumbling over as you jumped on each other with bright smiles and laughter, you made your way over to Raph where he sat, just by the entrance to the ring. He always sat there. Ready to be the first person you would talk to when you got off the ice. And so, as routine dictated, you sprung through the entrance, quickly making your way over to Raph, still huffing and puffing for air, as adrenaline flowed through your veins, smiling brightly at Raph, who stood frozen at the sight of you. Your bright smile, your happy eyes, the red flush of your cheeks, and a few hairs sticking to your sweaty forehead.

Raph, still struck by the sight of you, didn’t have time to react before you threw your arms around him, pulling him in for a tight hug, making Raph’s heart beat so fast, he feared it would jump out of his chest.

“Did you see me out there?!”, you asked, your eyes gleaming as you pulled back to look at him. “I was pushing her and got a goal!”

“I love you”.

Raph felt himself go cold the moment the words left his mouth, just as your smile fell, confusion written all over your face.

"What?”

"What?”

You and Raph stared at each other for a moment. Fear started growing in Raph’s chest, his hands getting sweaty, wondering if this was it. Had he fucked up? Has he just lost his best friend? Just because he couldn’t control his own damn mouth?

But then, you threw your head back, letting out a heartfelt laughter, which confused Raph for a moment.

“You’re so funny, Raph”, you laughed, giving his shoulder a friendly punch. “You almost got me there”.

“Haha, yeah…”, Raph said, rolling his shoulders back, trying to act proud of himself. “Have to keep you on your toes”.

“And you most certainly do”, you smiled. “Anyway, me and the rest of the team are celebrating the victory tonight. Wanna come along?”

“Of course”, Raph smiled, feeling his heart beat fast once again. “Anything for you, (Y/N)”.

[peachhcs]

FOR SURE A BLURB OF SAMY’S TEAMMATES TEASING HER ABOUT HER LOVE MARKS AFTER COMING BACK LOL

it’s actually so hilarious how hard everyone chirps 😌

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samy hurried into the locker room after the other girls looking forward to a cold shower after sweating through her entire jersey during practice. she tore open her stall, immediately throwing her jersey into it in exchange for a towel, but not before catching the eye of the others in the space with her.

lauren nearly lost it. her eyes widened before slapping a hand over her mouth to keep from absolutely screeching.

“oh my god.”

her voice caught samy’s attention which also caught everyone else’s who wasn’t already looking.

“what?” the brunette quickly realized the other girl’s staring.

“your fucking chest!” gigi pointed towards samy’s sports bra. still confused, she raised her eyebrow and looked down like maybe there was food on her or something and that’s when samy finally remembered the hickey’s.

an embarrassing blush found its way to her cheeks. she totally forgot about those.

“who’s the lucky guy, huh?” gigi poked like usual and all the other girls crowded in to hear who gave their star player those impressive marks.

“take a guess,” samy said, a little smirk on her lips thinking back to that night.

lauren and gigi studied their friend, reading her lips and her expression before their eyes widened for a second time.

“you’re kidding,” lauren exclaimed while samy shrugged.

the other girls grew confused, especially the freshman who didn’t know much about samy and will yet.

“oh, come on. you knew we were getting back together at some point,” the brunette laughed out loud at her friends’ shock.

“i mean, yeah, but wow. didn’t know you’d make up like this,” lauren laughed this time.

“what’d he do? beg on his knees for you back and it just worked?” morgan piped up from across the room. she was a senior, yet she knew all about the younger girl’s relationship.

“i mean..almost,” samy smiled.

“and you took him back? just like that? he did break your heart in case you forgot,” gigi grew apprehensive. she knew how much the breakup hurt samy and she definitely didn’t want to see her friend go through it again.

“not immediately. we actually talked it out during our lake house trip in july, but nothing actually happened between us until august,” the younger hughes shrugged again.

“hey, if you’re happy that’s all that matters,” lauren poked samy’s arm with a little smile.

“no, i am happy for you. i just don’t wanna see you get hurt again,” gigi defended her case.

“i won’t. i promise. i appreciate you looking out for me,” samy reached over to squeeze her teammate’s arm. the two exchanged warm smiles.

“can we get back to these marks, though? like..shit. i want a guy like that,” lauren pokes samy’s upper chest. the other girls around leaned in closer to get a better look at the purple bruises.

“he’s so down bad,” morgan winked making samy’s cheeks flush.

[fandomnerd9602]

Closing a Book

Fem!Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

They say when one door closes, another opens. For you, the door closed on one Wanda Maximoff and another opened on a miss Petra Parker - the spectacular Spider Girl.

You loved every minute of every day you could spend with your spider monkey. She was incredible in every sense of the word. You loved spending time with her Aunt May and Petra loved spending time with your family.

But something always bothered you. When Wanda decided to dump you for Vision, it left you with many questions. And those questions pounded on your mind daily.

You needed to find the answers. So one day you took a little jaunt up to the town of Westview. Despite how they had hurt you, you bought a small suburban house for the happy couple. They were still Avengers and a Stark always looks after their teammates.

You walk up to the front door of the nondescript house in the middle of a suburb in Westview. Was this a good idea? Was Wanda gonna catapult you off her porch with a blast of magic.

You ready yourself to knock the door but Vision opens the door and gives you a gentle smile, “(Y/N), it’s wonderful to see you.”

“Hey Vis” you give him a little hug. In truth, before this whole Wanda thing, Vision was the closest thing you had to a brother. You kind of missed these little interactions.

“Come on in. Wanda’s in the guest room.” He guides you into the living room.

Wanda comes down the stairs a few seconds later, covered in a little bit of paint and caulk. “Detka I can’t find the screwdriver” she tries to tell Vision but she gasps when she sees you, “(Y/N) hey”

“Hey Wanda”

“What brings you by?”

“I-I can come back later. Remodeling? Or are you trying a new style. Cause it works for you”

She gives you a smile, your jokes were never that good but she loved it, “no no I’m…I’m decorating the nursery”

“Nursery? You and Vision?”

“Yeah we’re adopting. Two little boys from Salem.” She explains.

“C-congrats. You’ll make a great mother.” Your mind briefly races, “so uhh…the reason I’m here is…well that is to say…I-I…”

Wanda’s eyes quickly flash red. She gives you a sad smile, “you want closure”

“Y-yeah I guess so?” You find yourself a little confused that she was able to word in such-

“I read your mind, Stark” she gives a little sad laugh.

“So…” you try to formulate what you need to say, “what happened to us?”

“Let answer with another question. Did you love me?” She looks you in the eyes, no anger only compassion.

“Yes” you answer, “but it seemed like you and Vision were…were…”

Wanda takes your hand, “I know. That was my mistake. It was never you.” A few tears make their way down her face, “You were amazing and thoughtful but you were never mine”

The words cut you a little deep. “Oh”

“Vision and I we just…click. What’s it like when you’re with Petra? When she holds your hand.”

“I feel every problem melts away,” your mind wanders to Petra. “I love her smile. The way she looks at me and her family. The way she upstages me and corrects my math or fixes a design”

Wanda lets out a little laugh, “see? I tried to comprehend what you were saying most of the time but I couldn’t.”

“Really? I’m sorry” you try to hide your face a little.

“No it’s great. You’ve found your other half (Y/N) Stark. Don’t let her go.”

You look to your phone, its wallpaper being an image of you and Petra together. Your heart flutters. “I won’t. Not now, not ever.”

You give Wanda and Vision hugs and depart back to New York. You drive straight to Petra’s apartment.

You knock on her door. Aunt May answers, smiles and lets you in. You walk right over to Petra who’s currently sitting on the couch.

“Baby?” She asks, getting to her feet. “Where have you been? Are you alright?”

You simply hug her tight, you bury your face in the crook of her neck and breathe in her scent.

“You’re my other half” you whisper in her ear.

“And you’re mine.”

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[playbucky]

Squad Death.

You used to be part of the Suicide Squad, running it alongside Rick Flag but now you’ve joined the 141.  Characters – Reader, Ghost, Soap, Rick, Harley, Deadshot, mentions of Waller and Laswell.  Word Count – 2.4k 

‘For this job you’ll be meeting another team on the ground, sixteen hundred at the local pub.’ Laswell said. ‘They got names?’ Price asked, Laswell nodded and pulled the folder out, her blue eyes flirted to you. ‘Admiral Rick Flag, Harley Quinn and Dead Shot or better known as -,’ Laswell listed them off, you blinked away. ‘The Suicide Squad.’ You finished for her, they turned and looked at you. ‘You know them?’ Price asked, you hummed. ‘Worked with them for just under five years before I joined you.’ You informed him. ‘Why Suicide Squad?’ Soap asked, you leaned back in your seat as their files were set on the table. ‘You don’t get hired onto that team and make it out alive.’ You said, arms crossed in front of you. ‘You did.’ Soap commented but noticed the way your eyes glossed over as you clenched you jaw and nodded. ‘Yeah, I made it out.’ You replied, Ghost watched as you lifted your head and you scoffed. ‘Looks like you're meeting my old team fellas.’ You commented, a small wrinkle between Price’s eyebrows appeared at the cold tone of your voice, you pushed out your seat and walked away.

‘Y/N!’ Harley practically screamed, she wrapped her arms around your neck, legs over your hips.  You caught her, hand on her thigh as she gave you an exaggerated kiss before she jumped off you.  ‘Harley.’ You greeted her, happy to see her after five years. ‘Who’s the hotshots with you?’ She quizzed and looked over your shoulder.  ‘My team.’ You told her, her eyes widened and took a step back from you. ‘Your team, you replaced us.’ She sounded offended but you rolled your eyes. ‘Harley, Deadshot, Colonel, I would like you to meet Ghost, Soap and Price.’ You introduced your teams, knowing that it was going to be an interesting couple of days. ‘Soap, why you called Soap?’ Harley asked, Soap glanced to you as you arched an eyebrow. ‘Good at cleaning up.’ He said, Harley’s face dropped and everyone fell silent. ‘Oh! I get it!’ She almost screamed, you took a step away before she smiled widely and laughed, almost manically. ‘Admiral Rick Flag.’ Rick introduced himself to Ghost, you could see them sizing one and another up. ‘Lieutenant Riley.’ Ghost responded, his voice deeper than normal. ‘Are you done measuring your dicks?’ You appeared beside them, Rick’s head snapped to you. ‘Just trying to -,’ He started, you tilted your head.

‘Be a pain in the ass?’ You asked rhetorically, ‘You both are, don’t need to test it. We’re waiting for you for the rundown.’ You told the pair before you turned and walked away, Harley joined your side as Deadshot and Soap were talking to each other, quickly talking like old teammates. ‘What’s Waller looking into this case for?’ You asked, Rick turned and looked at you. ‘Why’s the British looking into it?’ Rick asked, you furrowed your brows. ‘Rick.’ You hissed. ‘Meant to be an ex-colleague of Wallers.’ He said, you briefly closed your eyes. ‘Colleague or employee?’ You quizzed. ‘Employee.’ He said, you scoffed and shook your head, you had a gut feeling. ‘Do they know?’ Rick asked, you rubbed your lips together and shook your head. ‘No.’ ‘You haven’t told them?’ He quizzed, you shook your head before you made eye contact with him. ‘No, how do you bring it up in a conversation?’ ‘What about the injuries, scars and the amount of times you’ve escaped death?’ ‘Funny enough I don’t parade around in my underwear when in the huts or even in the field.’ You told him. ‘Y/N.’ Rick said, you shook your head as you scoffed at yourself. ‘I know okay, trust me I know but I can’t tell them.’ You told him. ‘What’s with the mask?’ Rick asked, the subject had been changed now but your shoulders still dropped. ‘Rick.’ You hissed. ‘What, you’re telling me he doesn’t take it off?’ He asked, you narrowed your eyes at him. ‘We’ve worked with all creatures and you’re picky about a mask?’ You hissed, he shrugged his shoulders.

‘I’m not picky about the mask, I just want to know if you’re being treated well.’ He said, you clenched your jaw as you looked at your old partner.

‘Rick, go be with Harley and others.’ You told him, his eyes widened as he looked at you.

‘What did I do?’ He asked, you arched your eyebrow before you shook your head. ‘You’re getting in my last nerve,’ you told him, ‘so please before I show the team my true potential. Leave.’ You nearly snarled at him, his mouth dropped open. ‘Y/N-,’ ‘Go away Rick.’ You said.

‘The parcel is on the plane.’ Harley said, everyone looked defeated, Ghost looked around. ‘Where’s Y/N?’ Ghost questioned, Harley raised her shoulders in a shrug. ‘Don’t know she went radio silent.’ Deadshot told them, Ghost and Rick looked at each other before they turned back to  ‘She went radio silent?’ Ghost and Rick repeated, both their brows dropped. ‘Guys.’ Harley said, the group looked at her before they followed her pointed arm. ‘Please don’t -,” ‘Thought you guys knew how to get it?’ Your strained voice came through the comms as you sprinted across the grass covered mound.  ‘What are you doing?’  Soap quizzed, they watched as you ran across the grass, your muscles screamed out at you. ‘Trying to get the parcel that you all lost.’ You commented, your breath staggered. ‘You’re insane.’ Soap and Bloodshot replied, you gave out a strangled chuckle. ‘Known that for a while.’ They watched as you leapt onto the wing of the plane.  ‘Y/N?’ ‘Kinda busy Harley.’ You grunted out, you pulled yourself as upright as you could with the increasing wind. ‘Oh, I know but how you gonna get in?’ She asked, you dropped your head as the wind picked up before you grunted. ‘I’m hoping spending majority of my life on these things has let me learn something.’ You told her, your brows furrowed as you climbed along the wing, the wind attacked you. With a deep breath you slid down and landed on the small ledge next to the door, you ran your hand over the smooth surface before the small hatch popped open. Silently you cheered and slid in the opening and closed the door behind you. Cautiously you walked over to the crates that were secured with thick straps.  ‘Can you see them?’ Harley asked, you ignored her as booted footsteps sounded to your right. Quickly you hid behind a crate, the writing informed you that it was the one you were looking for, you pressed yourself close to it as you carefully removed the straps, the footsteps walked away before you stretched to the side and pulled the lever, the large door opened. Air rapidly filled the area and the men turned to you, their eyes wide. ‘Sorry fellas.’ You commented and pulled the parachute cord before they could fire. Your entire body was yanked backwards, your head connected with the missiles, and you grunted. The cold air wrapped around you as you dropped through the air before the parachute opened and you slowed down.

‘So, this is the famous Y/N, the one that managed to leave the suicide squad without being in a body bag.’ Andrew said, you arched an eyebrow, ‘Waller always talked about you as if you created the world.’ He said, his arm appeared from his back, the silver device held securely. ‘That’s me.’ You announced. ‘How’d you get out?’ You asked him, he tilted his head to the side as he looked at the others that lingered at the door. ‘You haven’t, you still have the implant?’ You corrected yourself, the corner of his lips jumped before he glanced to the group that stood behind you, some faces familiar to him. ‘Still got it but stopped it from sending a signal.’ He stated proudly, your brows furrowed as you looked at him, your focus was pulled to the burn marks either side of his head, just at his temples. ‘You electrocuted yourself?’ You asked, shocked that he had managed to survive the current it took to stop the transmission. ‘Only way that bitch would leave me alone.’ Andrew hissed out, you were still focused on the red blistered area. ‘It won’t stop her for long.’ You said, he nodded. ‘Oh I know, but it will delay her long enough.’ ‘For what?’ You quizzed, his lips pulled up into a lopsided smile.  ‘I needed to find away to get rid of Waller’s prize project.’ He reached into his pocket, you tensed before he pulled out a small device. The button on the top flashed red, he kept his finger hoovering over it, your stomach dropped, your eyes snapped around in before you noticed the wires that ran along the walls. ‘Shit.’ You cursed, Andrew looked pleased that you had spotted them. ‘The buildings going to collapse, get out.’ You whipped around to the team, Ghost and Soap’s head snapped around to you. ‘Y/N?’ Simon said, you ignored him and looked at Deadshot and Rick, Deadshot started to move instantly. ‘Rick get them out now.’ You said, you directed your attention to Rick and Harley, who looked conflicted but nodded. ‘Y/N?’ ‘Just go, I'll be behind you.’ You lied, Rick didn’t give him a chance to say anything before he started backing him up, herding him out the door.

‘Y/N.’ Simon and Soap called out, the cloud of dust had subsided enough now that they could see the rubble. There were mangled body parts that were far too damaged to be identified, the boys started to go towards the building in hopes that they could get you before a bit of rubble moved. They froze and watched as the rubble moved to the side, you stood up and wobbled, dirt and blood covered you along with new bruises. You looked around the area, taking in everyone before you shakily stepped forward. ‘How the fuck did you survive that?’ Soap asked, you looked at him blankly and blinked a few times. ‘I have powers.’ You breathed out, you lifted an arm and they all took in the very obvious bone that was protruding through the skin. ‘Shit, Y/N, you need to get that seen to.’ Soap stepped forward but you took a step back and turned to Harley. ‘Do me a favour?’ You asked her, she grimaced but nodded. She wrapped a hand around your wrist and took a step back, to steady herself. You looked at her and she nodded before she lifted a leg up and rested it against your hip, both of you pulled away from each other and it popped. Harley quickly dropped it and gagged at the sound as you exhaled, the pain was quick to subside before you twisted your arm to look at the closing wound. ‘I’m all good.’ You said, the pain had disappeared now, ‘We need to get going.’ You said, you bent down and pulled out your second weapon from your ankle holster, you checked it. ‘No.’ Ghost said, you turned and looked at him. ‘What the fuck have I just seen?’ He asked angrily, he stepped closer in an attempt to intimidate him but it didn’t work. ‘You want to know?’. You questioned, you stepped closer as you held eye contact with him. ‘Yeah.’ ‘I have powers, just like…’ you trailed off, none of the squad just now had any, ‘I don’t think I can be killed, at least not situations like these.’ You gestured to the crumbled building, that no one should’ve survived. ‘The suicide squad are a team, a task force but a lot of them have unique powers like mine.’ You continued, Soap and Ghost lifted their heads to looked at Harley, Rick and Deadshot. ‘Not us.’ The three of them said together. ‘They are all extremely talented but they don’t have powers, well we’re not too sure about Harley but you get it.’ ‘No, no we don’t get it.’ Ghost snarled, he grabbed your good wrist, ‘you kept this from us.’ ‘You didn’t ask about it.’ You retorted just as harshly, he stopped and glared at you, ‘I also haven’t hid it from you either.’ You yanked your hand from his grip. ‘What?’ ‘I can bench press more than Price almost more than you,’ you gestured to him, ‘the scars that decorate my body quite literally from head to toe, where’d you think I got them?’ You quizzed, they fell silent. ‘I understand that you are angry at me. We need to keep moving, they will be back and when they don’t find anybody it’ll be a hunt.’ You said, you twisted on your heel before you marched away, not waiting for anyone to join you.

‘Why didn’t you tell me?’ Ghost asked, he broke the silence that had been going between the two of you for the last four hours, you turned and looked at him. ‘Because I know how the majority of people react.’ You said before you looked away.‘You know I’m not like them.’ He said, you shrugged and kept your attention on the chair across from you. ‘Yeah, I also know you don’t like liars.’ You reminded him. ‘Y/N.’ He breathed out, you quickly looked at him before you focused back on the chair. ‘Can you lift more than me?’ He quizzed, his elbows rested on his knees, he was far enough forward to see the corner of your lips quirk up. ‘If I wanted to.’ You told him as you turned. ‘Can you tell me how you got the powers?’ ‘Long story short?’ You asked, he nodded, ‘I was sold when I was seven, for a whopping total of a thousand pounds before I was shoved in a cage for the next three years.’ You explained, your fingers gripped at the side of your trousers. ‘Soap you can come in.’ You announced, Ghost turned to the door as it was pushed open to reveal his guilty face. ‘You’re not very sneaky.’ ‘Sorry.’ He said, he dipped low. ‘Don’t apologise, it should be me that does that.’ You shook your head at him. ‘How ‘bout everything is forgiven and we’re even?’ Soap suggested, you raised an eyebrow before the pair of you looked to Ghost who nodded, you exhaled as relief washed over you. ‘So, what else can you do?’ Soap questioned. ‘Soap?’ Ghost warned him. ‘Right, shutting up.’

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[lostdreamr-blog1]

A Misinterpreted Loss

Summary: Bradley finally asked you out, but what happens when he walks out with another girl? Running to your best friend seemed like the only logical answer.

Pairings: Jake Seresin X Bestfriend!reader / Bradley Bradshaw x female!reader

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, baby swear words, fluffy fluff.

Word count: 1.5k

A/N: I have a million WIP’s but this idea came to me today and I had to get it out. Possible part 2? As always, my inbox is open for you all. Thanks for reading!!

Jake opened the door to find you standing there, eyes red and puffy with tears running down your face. Panic flooded his system as he looked you over for any obvious signs of injury. Seeing you cry was a rare sight and he was preparing himself for the worst.

“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” His body was tense as he was ready to act on a moment’s notice, trying to keep a calm exterior while he waited for your answer.

“He left with another girl.” The words came out as a near whisper, but he heard every one of them. Which is why he was more confused than anything.

“What do you mean? Who left with another girl?” His focus was fully on you as he was trying to piece things together.

“Bradley. I thought things were going well, but I clearly misread the situation.” The sorrow was quickly turning in to anger and Jake picked up on the swift change in emotions.

“Have you been drinking?” A simple head nod confirmed it, and he ran a hand over his face.

“Jesus Christ, Y/N. I thought you were actually hurt or something.” Any other time you would’ve felt slightly bad for sending him into a spiral of worry, but tonight your mind was on other things. Which is why you lightly hit his arm in protest.

“I am hurt! My heart literally tore in two tonight and you don’t even care!” His lack of empathy for the situation had you walking away from him. A hand gently grabbed your wrist, halting your retreat.

“Calm down, killer. Come inside so we can talk about this.” You let out a huff and allowed him to lead you inside his apartment. You took residence on the couch, curling your knees into your chest. Jake sat down next to you and told you to start from the beginning.

You leaned your head back on the cushion behind you and closed your eyes as you started explaining what all happened to lead you here.

“We had gotten done with our training for the day and he asked if I wanted to grab a drink. Of course, I said yes, happy that we were finally moving in the right direction. We were there about an hour before I got up to go to the bathroom and when I came out, he had his arm around another girl’s waist and was walking out of the bar with her. Long story short, I took a few shots that I know I’m going to regret in the morning and called a cab to bring me here.”

Jake listened to every word, trying to figure out why Bradley would do that. He knew his teammate was crazy about you and it took three of them to convince him to even ask you out in the first place. So why the hell did he walk out with another girl? Your whisper of a voice pulled him out of his thoughts.

“What’s wrong with me? Why doesn’t he care?” Jakes heart broke at the questions, and he was at a loss for words. You always carried yourself with your head held high. Nothing ever seemed to get to you, or at least so he thought. But hearing the words laced with pain had him more worked up than when you first got there.

Any other guy and he would’ve run out that door to beat some sense in to them. But he couldn’t touch a teammate, no matter how pissed off he was. Helpless was the word that kept running thorough his mind.

“Come here, sweetheart.” He pulled you into his side, letting you rest your head on his shoulder as his hand rubbed comforting circles on your arm.

“I’m only going to say this once, so listen closely. There is absolutely nothing wrong with you. You are one of the strongest women I know, and any guy would have won the lottery if you gave them the time of day. I don’t know why Bradley did what he did, but don’t ever let a man decide your worth.”

More tears spilled onto your face, and you pressed yourself into him more. Trying to steal as much comfort as you could from the one person in your life who had always been there.

“Let’s get you to bed.” You felt him start to move and you tightened your grip on him.

“Please stay. Just for a few more minutes.” The desperation was clear, and it had him rethinking about hurting a teammate. Bradley couldn’t be a part of the team if he couldn’t see clearly out of his eyes to fly a plane.  

“I’ll stay as long as you need me to.” You relaxed a bit at his words and whispered a thank you. He gave you a kiss on the head in return and you knew you made the right decision in coming here. No one knew you like Jake did and in this moment, all you needed was your friend.

After some time had passed, you squeezed his arm letting him know you were ready to move.

“Let’s get you to bed.” The drinks had long worn off and the only thing you were left with was a throbbing headache. Another thing to blame the Hawaiian shirt pilot for.

It took all of seconds to fall asleep once you were settled in bed. Jake ran a hand through his hair, trying to work out what he was going to do in the morning. You both had to be at base for training, but he already knew you weren’t going to be in it tomorrow. Maybe he can tell them you have a stomach bug. Something to give you the much-needed day off.

Jake went to slide into the bed next to you when a frantic knock on the door had him turning around. He already knew who it was before he even opened the door. He had to stop a second and take a few deep breaths, willing himself to calm down.

“The hell you think you’re doing here, Bradshaw?” Jake took one look at the pilot and knew he was having just as rough as a night as Y/N.

“Is she here?” Bradley tried to look around Jake into the apartment, but Jake stepped into his line of vision.

“You have 30 seconds to explain what the hell happened before knock that stupid mustache off your face.” Bradley took a step back, putting a little bit of space between him and his fuming teammate.

"She went to the bathroom and this girl came up trying to hit on me or whatever. She was wasted and I knew if I didn’t get her out of there that someone was going to take advantage of her. So, I walked her out and straight into a cab. When I came back in, Y/N was gone. I’ve spent the last hour trying to find her and she won’t answer her phone. I have no idea why it took me this long to realize she would’ve come here.”

Jake stepped out into the hall and closed the door behind him, not wanting to wake you up for this. “She said your hands were around that girl’s waist.”

Bradley shook his head, “Man she couldn’t stand up straight. That’s how drunk this girl was. I figured the least I could do is make sure she got home safe. No one should be left alone like that.”

Jake watched for any signs of him lying, but only saw concern and worry. Something he had been feeling since you got there. “She thinks you left with that girl. Came here more upset than I’ve ever seen her.”

Bradley leaned against the wall behind him and closed his eyes. “I never would’ve done that to her.” He opened his eyes and looked straight at Jake. “She’s it for me. But one misinterpreted situation may have cost me everything. What do I do?”

That desperation he heard in Y/N’s voice earlier was mirrored in Bradley’s now. He knew he had to do something, but he couldn’t be seen as taking his side over yours.

“You better fix this and soon. That girl in there was asking me what was wrong with her. She’s so damn crazy about you, that you managed to break her beyond belief. I don’t know what you have to do, but so help me God, you sure as hell better do it soon or else your time as a pilot is about to come to an end.”

There was a few things Bradley had learned during this assignment. One: you and Jake were inseparable and winning you over meant winning him as well. Or else life would suddenly become very hard to live.

Two: you were everything he dreamed of in a girl and more. It was almost embarrassing how easily he fell for you and this night showed him how hard he needed to work to get you back.

And that’s exactly what he planned to do.

Thank you so so much for reading!!! You all are what keeps me writing!

[hypnotiiize]

𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲

     𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘵

𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: i wrote this mad long ago and left it. went back to read it and i was like THIS IS SOOOO CUTE so i’m gonna post it cause richarlison needs more fics. she’s Black! 

     There was a special kind of aloneness that accompanied learning a language in a land that was, in the same way, exceptionally foreign. 

Though, Richarlison supposed that he was truthfully the foreign one. There were jokes he wanted to make. Songs he wanted to reference. Food he wanted to share with someone who knew his old life just as well as he did. Instead, he was alone. Everyone around him spoke very quickly to each other, laughing as another apparent joke was made while he struggled to decipher what they were even talking about, to begin with. When they were forced to address him they would speak slowly. He would simply nod after their third time explaining something to him, finding that they were growing annoyed with him. When they would walk off he would be left to sift through the conversation he’d just had to figure out what was being asked of him. 

He was well aware that the people around him did not know how quick-witted he was in his native language. They only knew him as their new teammate who took a minute to think before speaking, carefully deliberating over his every word. Those that lacked patience would not address him some days. He understood them. Still, he grew quieter as the days passed, not wanting to speak until he had mastered the language. Until he could make jokes quickly. Laugh quickly. Think quickly.

His plan had worked for almost four weeks. He felt his chest swell in pride when his teammate invited him to a party and it only took him a few seconds to understand him. He nodded graciously. Later, as he dressed for the party, he would wonder if his nod had been from his excitement, or because he actually wanted to go to a party. Either way, he was happy. 

He found himself underneath fluorescent lights as strangers danced around him. He listened closely to their conversations, trying to learn a few more words as he nursed a drink in his hand. It was there that he heard her voice for the first time. She was speaking quickly, too, so quickly that he found himself scanning the crowd before him to find her. She was a few feet in front of him with a wide grin, shouting over the music at who he presumed was her friend. Her hair curled around her face, making it difficult to see her. He found himself leaning forward and squinting, his heart speeding up. She turned her face toward his direction and when he finally saw her, really saw her, he felt as if he’d had the wind knocked out of him. 

If he was home, he would waste no time going up to her and getting her number. But he wasn’t home. And she was speaking too quickly. And he could not keep up with her. So, feeling as if his heart was in his stomach, he sat back and gnawed on his bottom lip, watching her move around the club. He watched as men who actually spoke her language squandered their chances with her and only felt worse.

He was so caught up in her smiles that he did not realize it when his teammate sat down beside him. His teammate spoke to him in Portuguese, as he often opted to do whenever it was just the two of them together. He asked, first, why he was staring at the girl across the room. Then, when Richarlison said it was because he thought she was beautiful, his teammate nudged him with his elbow and told him to speak to her. Richarlison scoffed, shaking his head. He could not speak English that well, he said, and then pointed out the fact that he’d watched her reject about four different people in the last hour. His teammate laughed– the last hour? Had he really been watching her that long? Then, someone called for his teammate in that same fast-paced language he could not understand just yet. Before his teammate left he nudged him once more and encouraged him to speak to her. Richarlison just shook his head.

He had just gotten himself to stop searching for her in the crowd when he felt someone sit beside him on the velvet couch. He lowered his gaze and studied the way his drink swirled in the glass. 

“Hi,” came a familiarly high voice, the same one he had been focusing on for the majority of his time at the party. He all but snapped his neck in half to turn to the woman beside him. She smiled at him, tilting her head when he did not respond. 

“Hello,” he finally willed himself to say when she didn’t leave after his stunned silence, clearing his throat when his voice cracked slightly. 

She smiled wider. He could hear his heartbeat, and for a moment he wondered if she could, too. 

“You have an accent,” she said, only looking delighted at the revelation rather than annoyed. “Where are you from?” 

“Uh. Brazil,” he said.

She gasped, and he found that he loved the smile on her face. He wasn’t sure what he was doing that made her grin in that way, but he was hoping he could keep it up. 

“Oh! That’s so cool! How long have you been over here?”

He blinked at her as he fought to quickly understand her question– at least, he was sure it was a question from her tone. She placed her elbow on the back of the couch and crossed her legs, sitting comfortably beside him as if they were friends. 

“Some months,” he finally answered. “My English isn’t so good yet.” 

“I think it’s great,” she complimented. He felt his face go hot as he smiled, and he was sure that she could see the pink along his cheeks, too.

“Thank you,” he said quietly. 

She grinned. “You’re welcome. And I’m sorry if I’m all in your space right now, my shoes were hurting me. Had to sit down.”

He shook his head at once, gesturing with his hands for her to sit as he pondered what his response would be. “No, no. It’s okay. You’re fine.”

“You promise?” The corner of her mouth turned upward in a smirk. 

He laughed, his cheeks burning a bit more. “Promise.”

There was a stretch of silence in which he tried his best not to stare at her, though that was proving itself to be increasingly difficult. Her legs, crossed at her ankles, were two inches from his. If he moved a certain way– maybe even if he breathed too hard– his knee threatened to brush against hers. She was on her phone, completely unaware of the trance she’d put him in. She flipped her curls over her shoulder and typed something to someone quickly, mouthing along to the music playing. Against his better judgment, he stared at the shape of her lips. One of her tight curls lay on her lip and he thought, briefly, about telling her of the hair. He quickly nixed that idea upon realizing that he would not be able to explain why he was staring at her lips so hard. 

“You okay?” He heard her say. When he blinked himself out of his stupor, she was staring at him questioningly. 

“Yes. Thank you,” he replied, nodding curtly before turning forward. If he could separate his soul from his body to curse himself out he would. 

“Were you daydreaming?” she asked. 

“No,” he answered rather quickly, because daydreaming while staring at someone seemed a little bit too intimate for a person he’d just met. “I was…” Well, what was he doing? He glanced at her again, brown eyes flying to her curls, his saving grace.  “It’s– Your hair. It’s very nice.” Technically it was true, he had been looking at her hair. 

“Oh!” She seemed shocked by this. He could not, for the life of him, figure out why. “Thank you so much! I thought it wasn’t giving, but I’m glad someone likes it.” 

He had no clue what she was on about but he was just happy that he seemed to have made her feel better about her hair. “It’s very curly. It’s beautiful.” 

She went quiet, opting to look at him for ten extremely long seconds. He panicked internally, going over their conversation to see if he’d mistranslated anything and therefore said something awkward. Just when he reached himself telling her that his English wasn’t so good, she leaned forward and asked, “What’s your name?” 

He understood her almost instantly. “I’m Richarlison,” he said quickly.

She smiled, offering her name easily and adding, “Nice to meet you.” 

“Nice to meet you, too.” He bit his bottom lip gently, brown eyes falling to her mouth once more. He had to say something before she grew bored with him, he knew. He had to utilize his scarce time with her on that couch before her friends began to wonder where she was or before someone else came to potentially ask her on a date. He sucked in a breath as he wracked his brain for something to say. However, when he did eventually speak, he did not have time to process what he uttering.

“You’re very pretty,” he’d said in one breath, his eyes widening the next moment. For some reason, she didn’t look as taken aback as he had expected her to. Instead, she was smiling. She always seemed to be smiling.

“You’re very handsome,” she simply replied. His cheeks went hot again. 

He decided that he would not say anymore. He didn’t want to come off too strong and scare her off. He didn’t want to mar the great exchange they’d had so far. He was content with only having that one conversation with the woman beside him, as long as it meant that she would only ever think of him in a positive light in the same way that he would think of her. When she thought of him, he only wanted her to think of the fact that he thought she was very pretty. When he thought of her, he would only remember the fact that she thought he was very handsome. All would be well. No hope would be lost. 

“Take my number,” she said suddenly, seemingly hearing his thoughts and disagreeing with his tactic. She held her hand out expectantly, and his brain could barely catch up to his flying hands as he fumbled to grab his phone from his back pocket. She very obviously liked talking to him. Therefore, exchanging numbers would not hurt– he hoped. Their fingers brushed as he handed his phone to her, watching as her long nails clicked against the glass of his screen protector. “Here. I’m just gonna put my name. Should I add an emoji in case you got another me in here?”

He shook his head hastily, not wanting anything to jeopardize what seemed to be great luck. “I don’t.”

“I’ll add an emoji anyway so you know it’s me, just in case. Look.” She leaned into his shoulder so that he could see his phone screen. His shoulder felt alight with the warmth of her. Her sweet-smelling hair filled the air around him and he tried his best not to make it obvious that he was reveling in the scent of her. “I’ll add a honeypot.” 

“Honey,” he mumbled and a chill went down his spine. She turned to him and nodded enthusiastically, way too close to his face when all he wanted to do was kiss her and buy her a bouquet of whichever flowers she liked. He knew that his cheeks were going red again. He asked, “Why a honeypot?” 

“Well. Why not?” was her response. 

When he felt the burning heat on his neck from blushing so hard, he turned away from her with a small chuckle, shaking his head. “Why not?” he repeated after her.

[gavisuntiedboot]

Dim the lights (Gavi x Reader)

28 day writing prompt challenge - prompts are here

Day 5: Holding Hands

"If you play Titi me pregunto again, I will crash this car."

Your laugh rang loudly through the car. Pedri smiled cheekily, leaning one arm against the window, the other gripping the steering wheel. The windows of the mini Cooper were rolled down, letting in the warm air of the summer night in Barcelona. Bad Bunny was streaming through the speakers, creating an excited vibe in the small vehicle.

"But it's his best song! Come on, even Ale agrees, and he doesn't even like Bad Bunny."

Alejandro looked up from his phone in the back seat. He has been scrolling through Instagram to quell his anger at being made to sit in the back seat. "Please stop telling people I don't like Bad Bunny. It's really hurting my social reputation."

Pedri swerved into the parking space outside the cinema. The stars had finally aligned for you to hang out with Pedri for the first time in months. He opened your car door, helping you step out, and then falling in step beside you into the cinema. You had met Pedri several years ago at a COVID testing site you were working at to make some extra money. He had to wait for about 4 hours to get his results. In that time period, you sparked up a conversation. He leaned against the chair in the clinic, legs spread comfortably, easily passing 4 hours while chatting with you. You exchanged phone numbers at the end.

"Is it okay if I save you in my phone as Pedri?"' "No offense, but no one would believe that you have my phone number."

Since then, you and Pedri had gotten closer as friends. He was sarcastic and dryly funny, a sense of humor that you could easily relate to. You tried to hang out at least once a month, but it was difficult with your school schedule and with him being an international football superstar. Most times, you went over to his place, hanging out with him and his teammates. It was at one of these hangout that you had first met Pablo.

You had pulled up to the house, a case of beer in one hand, and pounding on the door in the other. "Pepi, open the door! This beer is heavy and I'm a delicate and frail woma-"

The door swung open, and it wasn't Pedri. Pablo Gavi stood there, leaning against the frame of the door. His brows were scrunched together (as usual), and he looked you up and down, yelling over his shoulder, "Pedri, who is the woman banging down your door?" Pedri came over quickly, spying you over Pablo's shoulder. "Hermano, at least help her with the beer. This is y/n, she's one of my friends."

Surprising as it was to hear that Pedri had friends outside of the club, Gavi stepped aside, allowing Pedri to grab the case from your arms. You followed the boys inside as Gavi fell back dramatically onto the couch, and you took the spot beside him. He flinched, looking at you with bewilderment. "Are you afraid of women, Pablo?" "How do you know my name?" "Did you forget that you're famous?"

Pablo cracked a smile. He liked that you were able to fire back at him quickly, keeping up with his fiery and fast-paced nature. He exchanged numbers with you that day, getting your Playstation info to challenge you in Fifa 22, ego still bruised from how bad you had beaten him last time. He was like a schoolboy with a crush: always finding odd moments to text you. He referenced inside jokes the two of you had on his Instagram. He was, as the kids would say, whipped. But he had yet to build up the courage to ask you to hang out - just the two of you.

You walked into the cinema, laughing with Pedri and Alejandro, and Gavi's eyes lit up. ""y/n!" He called out, walking up to you with his hands in his pocket. He hoped the move made him look cool, even though it was to hide the slight tremble that he developed when he was around you. "Hello to you too Hermano!" Alejandro yelled at Pablo, who had forgotten to meet his two teammates that you had walked in with. "Where is Ferran?" "Right here Pepi, rest easy, no need to miss me." Ferran held 5 tickets above his head, reaching into the popcorn bucket in Pablo's hand. "Y'all ready to scream?"

The group had gathered to watch "Bones and All". Movies were an easy pastime, as no one would recognize the guys in the dark of the theater. You had been salivating over Timothee Chalamet the entire car ride over. As you shuffled into the theater, you found yourself at the middle of the group, sitting in the row next to Pedri and Ale.

"Hermano, switch with y/n." Gavi said. He was sitting beside Pedri at the end of the row.

You looked up at Gavi, confusion on your face. "Why?"

"Because Pedri eats popcorn and you don't. I don't want to hear you complaining the whole time that you're acting as a courier."

"Fine. But I will be salivating over how fine Timothee is for all 2.5 hours of this movie. So I don't want to hear a word from you Pablito."

He let out a breathy laugh like this watching as you sat beside him. He took this moment to stare at your side profile. He loved the way your eyes lit up when you laughed, crinkling at the edges. He traced the curve of your lips with his gaze, watching intently as your tongue poked out to wet them. A few minutes later the lights in the theater dimmed.

You brought one leg up, making yourself more comfortable, and causing you to lean slightly into Pablo.

"You're gonna thirst over him already? He's not even on screen. You're such a simp." He whispered to you. You looked over at him, meeting his eyes even in the dark. "Don't be jealous Gavi. Someone will thirst after you eventually."

The movie began, and you sat back to watch intently. You brought your hand to rest at your side, brushing against Pablo's in the process. He flinched away from the touch like he had been electrocuted. You met his eyes in the dark, trying to silently apologize, when you felt him grab your hand. You continued to look at him, now confused, as he laced your fingers together.

"Your hands are cold." He whispered in your ear, causing a shiver to run down your spine. This interaction had caught Pedri's attention, who sat beside you, and he glanced at the two of you with a look of "Please shut up and stop being weird". You tried your best to ignore how hot your cheeks felt, sitting back against the chair. You were no longer paying attention to the movie on the screen, but rather to the warmth of Pablo's hand against yours. He started to caress the back of your hand with his thumb, and you thought you would explode.

Did you think Pablo was attractive? Absolutely. You had eyes. Had you felt a spark between the two of you in the time you had gotten to know each other? Also yes. Did you ever expect Pablo to make a move so bold when he was sitting around all his friends, given he had never hung out with you alone? Not in a million years. When the movie ended, Gavi quickly separated his hand from yours as to not be caught once the lights came back on. Your face was hot, and it was obvious you were anxious. Pedri asked if you were feeling okay, a small smirk playing on his lips, as if he could read your mind.

"Yeah I'm fine, just ready to go home."

Pedri, Ale and Ferran glanced at each other, as they had all planned to go out for drinks. You told the to go, and Pedri tossed you his car keys, reminding you that you didn't make enough to get him a new one if it crashed. You let out a forced laugh, trying to play it cool.

"I'll go with her, make sure she drives safe."

"You might encourage her to drive off the road, Pablo."

The group laughed, and once you said your goodbyes, you and Pablo walked over to Pedri's car at the back of the dark lot. You went to the driver's seat, but before you could unlock it, you felt two arms around you, caging you to the door of the car. You turned to face Pablo, and he pressed his forehead against yours - lips an inch away from meeting.

"Wow Pablo. First you go seven or eight months without daring to see me alone, and then you hold my hand and get in a car with me on the same night? Have you been drinking?"

His breath fanned across your face as he laughed. His gaze shifted between your eyes and your lips, and his chest heaved slightly with the weight of his breathing. You could tell he was on edge - nervous about ruining this charged friendship you two had developed.

"I've been wanting to do that for a while, but you've never given me the chance."

"You never asked." Your heart was hammering in your chest, your back against the door of the car. He took another step towards you, cupping your face in his hands.

"Alright, then let me ask now: can I kiss you?"

You bit your lip and looked up at him, feeling more shy than you ever have in your life. You tried to lean up and capture his lips with yours, but he pulled his face away.

"I asked, bonita. Now I need an answer."

"Yes."

Despite you answering at just above a whisper, Pablo heard the response loud and clear, practically ringing in his ears. He brought your face to his, closing the gap and kissing you passionately. You grabbed the front of his shirt in fist fulls, trying to bring him even closer, kissing him with a hunger you didn't know you had. You kept him close, barely breathing, and biting at his bottom lip, making him moan out slightly. Once you both pulled back for air, he rested his forehead against yours again, he looked you deep in the eye, pushing your hair behind your ear.

"Pablo... we should probably not do this in public where people can take photos."

"You're right... Pedri's house is going to be free for the next couple hours, and you have his keys."

Your friendship with Pablo had been broken forever, but it had now ben replaced with something different, something better: a place for your romantic feelings to grow. You had also broken some laws and driven way over some speed limits on the way back to Pedri's, but you could worry about that when you weren't making out with one of the hottest Spanish men alive, who kissed you like you were the air that filled his lungs.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~A/N: Hey y'all - thanks for tuning into day 5! Tried to make it a little longer. I just wanted to take this opportunity to thank everyone who has read and enjoyed my writing. On Wednesday I posted a Gavi oneshot inspired by the headache I was feeling that day. Today (Sunday), that imagine is on over 300 notes. I am overwhelmed by all the love and support, and hope you guys continue to enjoy!

[softxsuki]

Alo!!

1.5k is such a huge number omg! Congrats!!!!!!

Id love to participate in your trope drabble event.

Trope 15 with the haikyuu fandom and a fem!reader.

Thank you and congrats again!!! Many hugs 🤗

1.5k Follower Event Trope #15 Haikyuu

Trope 15: You fall first, but he falls harder

This event is now closed. You can view the masterlist here.

| Pairing: Oikawa x Fem!Reader | Genre: Fluff | Post-Type: Drabble | Word Count: 630 |

Warnings: Kissing

Note: ...hi. The way I keep promising to finish these on time and it just never happens bc writers block slaps me in the face. Shout out to my friend for giving me some inspo with this since Oikawa is her man. IDK why he was the first face to pop up in my head when I thought of this trope, but it worked out. I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS. I've come to realize how hard it is to write a whole trope progression in just 500 words. These need to be full chapter stories honestly. BUT HERE WE GO a snippet of what this would look like with Oikawa! ANON, I hope you're still around to see this NFKEAKJ. I'm the worst.

“Eyes on me gorgeous,” Oikawa hums against your lips before his game, possessing your lips in front of the crowd with a smirk, as a few of his fangirls whine in the background.

You wore one of his spare jerseys he had given you a few months after getting together and you’d worn it to every match with pride ever since.

“Of course, who else would I be looking at?” You laugh, pressing another quick peck to his lips, taking his hands in yours.

“Hmm Iwa-chan?” He pouts, remembering how loud you cheered for his teammate and best friend at last week’s match when he scored the winning point. He wasn’t pleased at all and was a pouty mess the whole time when walking you back home. Cute.

“Oh stop you big baby, you know I’m your biggest supporter here, so knock them off their feet, Toru,” you smirk, giving his hand a squeeze.

“You better be,” he smiles, patting your head. “See you after the match?” He asks slowly, his eyes bright.

“Of course. I’ll be watching the whole time. Now go before your coach pops a blood vessel,” you laugh, shaking your head as the coach screams for Oikawa again, clearly stressed about the match. With one last nod, he waves at you with a little wink before running off to the court.

The crowd roars with excitement as each group huddles together for their pregame pep talk, hyping each other up for the match that would soon start. You slowly make your way back up the bleachers, taking your seat where you’d cheer for your cocky setter boyfriend, feeling a little reminiscent of how you got here.

It felt like only yesterday when you were on these same bleachers cheering for Oikawa before he even knew you existed. It took one leap of faith to approach him after the sea of his fangirls had dispersed, leaving him alone after his successful match. You had quietly approached him, handing him the small gift bag you had prepared with a few snacks and other things you hoped he would like. 

It was at that moment when he felt his heart melt. The girl he had never seen before had then taken over his every waking minute. Your attention and praise was more wholesome than the compliments he was thrown by his fans. He couldn’t help the thought that crossed his mind as you quickly ran off as soon as your friends called you. I’m gonna marry that woman. Cliche, yes, but his heart was completely yours after that day. 

Knowing you were his fan, he’d look for you in the crowd before his match, wanting to catch a glimpse of you before the game, hoping you were there watching him and cheering him on. One match in particular made his heart stop when he spotted you standing there, a beautiful smile on your face as you wore a fan-made jersey with his number on it. He felt glued in place, until Iwaizumi smacked him on the shoulder to bring him back to their game-plan to make sure they were all on the same page. That was the day Oikawa decided he’d make you his one day.

You shake your head, remembering the day he had asked you out; how nervous the cocky captain was, though it had all paid off in the end. At that moment, Oikawa smacks the ball, shaking you from your thoughts. He had just won the game for his team as they all run to smash him into a group hug.

As usual, as the boys surround him, his eyes dart to the crowd until they find yours, a large smile appearing on his face as he sees you already screaming in celebration from their win. What a lucky man he was.

Posted: 8/26/2024

[tartarusknight]

The King of the Freaks | Pt 5

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Steve is trying not to panic. Honestly, what was he thinking! He was desperate, and they could all tell. He slammed his locker open and rubbed his face. "Steve?" Jonathan's voice was soft, and Steve jumped. "Is everything alright?" He questioned, and when Steve looked over, he noticed Nancy. She was over by her own locker, looking over at them. She most likely was the one who told Jonathan to come over and talk to him. It's not like Jonathan had any reason to talk to him. They weren't friends.

Steve nodded and cleared his throat, "Yeah. It's nothing important," he promised. And it wasn't even a lie. Jonathan nodded slowly, and Steve wanted out of this conversation. Sure, Jonathan was a good guy. But Steve still hurt from how everything unfolded. He didn't blame Nancy for moving on, and honestly, Jonathan and her should've been together for months, but... it still hurt.

"You know, it's okay to be jumpy after everything." Jonathan said softly, and Steve's smile was strained as the conversation kept going. "You know you can always talk to us." And it hurt a little, hearing that. Because once upon a time, it was the other way around. It was Steve reaching out with apologies at the ready. (Trust him. He knew he overstepped and was an asshole. He also knew if he didn't overstep, then Jonathan wouldn't have fought him, and that's what Steve wanted at the time. To mask the pain swirling in his chest with actual pain.)

But it wasn't him and Nancy, looking out for Jonathan anymore. It was Nancy and Jonathan... and Steve- well, it wasn't the same. Steve wasn't close to Jonathan, and Nancy made it clear how she felt. The invite was done out of pity and fucked up trauma Steve's never going to deal with.

Nancy didn't love him, and she sure as hell didn't care about him if she was able to break his heart so quickly and refuse to apologize for throwing it in his face like a grenade. So, he squared his shoulders. "It's not about that. I was an idiot again, you know, nothing new." He gave him a sharp grin and shut his locker.

Except then, Nancy's there, siding up next to Jonathan. "Come on, Steve, can't we still be friends?" And the words die in Steve's throat. He thought he did enough for her. He let her go without making her feel guilty. He never told her how much she hurt him.

But he also never thanked her for pushing him to realize what a piece of shit he was. Because Nancy was always right, Steve had to be bullshit. Everything he worked towards the last year was bullshit. And if that's all bullshit than the only thing he's good at is throwing himself in front of danger. He could be Billy's target, so he doesn't bother anyone else. He could take all the shit the kids throw at him. But he didn't think he could take Nancy yelling at him again. Her words sharpened over time.

He took a deep breath, but before he could force himself to say anything, someone bumped into him. It's just like a small nudge to get his attention. It's a kinder version of a slap on the back from a teammate. "Hey Steve," Grant smiled.

Something eased in him at Grant's presence. "Hey," he smiled and tried not to note the look of annoyance on Nancy's face.

"So, we were wondering what days you're busy," he asked, and Steve glanced at the couple one last time before letting Grant pull him away.

"See you guys, around." He waved and headed down the hallway with Gtant. "You don't have to make your schedule around me."

Grant laughed and bumped him again, "we want you there. I think Gareth and Eddie are betting which one of them can get you to make a character first."

Steve's brain halted and paused. He was so focused on Grant that he didn't notice Billy until someone slammed into his shoulder hard enough to send him to the ground. "Watch your step, princess." Billy grins at him and Steve huffs.

Tommy kicks his bag away from him before he can stand, and he sneers. "Really making friends with the freaks? You're so desperate," he mocks and slams Grant backward into the lockers. It makes Steve see red, and he quickly moves.

He stands up easily and doesn't reach for his bag. He just pushes Tommy back from Grant and stares down at him. Tommy's back hits the lockers, and Steve grins down at him, watching Tommy's face go red. "Anyone's better than you," he winks, and just like always, Tommy's tongue was tied. Steve knew things about Tommy, things that he never shared, things Steve kept to himself. And he wouldn't tell anyone, but he'd use it to his advantage to protect the others.

Billy shoved him off of Tommy, and Steve held up his hands in a surrender gesture. Billy looked him up and down before looking at Grant. "Protecting freaks now?"

Steve smirked, "Your sister's a freak?"

"Steve," Grant cut in, and Billy scoffed.

"Shut it, fatty!" He growled, and Steve punched him before he even meant to. A crowd was starting to form as Steve straightened up. Billy laughed and dread coursed through Steve. "You really want to try this again?" Billy spat and Steve swallowed. His face was still sore from the last time.

"Don't be a dick," he nodded at Grant and Billy raised an eyebrow.

He leaned closer, and Steve fought against the urge to flinch. "You really did fall from the top."

Steve put all his king Steve swagger in his body. "I'm not going to fight for a make-believe crown." He glanced back at Grant and hoped his eyes were convincing enough to get him to walk away. "Not when you get off on it." And Steve's slammed back onto the ground.

"Billy!" A teacher snapped, and everything stopped. Grant moved to help Steve up, but Steve wasn't in the mood. He pushed himself up and dusted himself off. He moved and grabbed his bag from the floor. Billy was glaring, but he walked off with Tommy and a few others.

He felt exhausted, and his head was starting to swim. "Uh, just come over whenever. Honestly, it's not a big deal, I'll warn you guys on days when I'm not free... Tuesdays and Thursdays, I have swimming until 6." He offered and rubbed a hand down his face. His face hurt from the pressure, but he used it to ground himself.

The bell rang, and he looked over at Grant. He smiled and tried not to look like the mess he was. "I'm gonna go," he pointed behind him as they parted ways. He waited until Grant was out of view before ducking out of the school. He headed to his car and quickly got in. He leaned his head against the wheel before he let out a big shuddering breath before pulling himself back together and backing out of the parking lot. He could deal with his failing grades tomorrow.

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[mandos-mind-trick]

Here's To The Future - Part 7: Bounty Lost

Summary: The war’s over. That should be cause for celebration, except the wrong side won. Things begin to change quickly, and it doesn’t take long for Midnight to realize something’s not right among the clone army. She should be glad the war is over, but the threat of her losing her boys is all too real. She did swear she would do everything she could to keep them from being separated when the war ended.

She’s not going to give up on that promise. Even if it kills her.

Pairing: The Bad Batch x reader (no clonecest)

Warnings: Angst, a bit of violence, injuries, angst, Hunter and Crosshair have some issues, brief discussion of torture, lots of cuteness and fluff though.

A/N: This one isn't really one of my favorites, it's more of a filler than anything as the story begins to shift away from canon and into my own little AU of how their stories play out.

The threesome is up next, though I'm busy this weekend and I want to work on other stuff, so it might not be up until Monday or later. We'll see.

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“I see things have been going well in my absence.” 

Hunter sighs, hands balling into fists. He resists the urge to turn around and throw a punch. He deserves it, after everything, but the snarky remarks are starting to get on Hunter’s nerves. 

He has bigger things to worry about. 

“I get why Bane took Omega, but why Midnight too?” Echo asks. 

“I think she knows him.” Hunter says. “She tried to warn me not to take the shot.” 

“How would she have met someone like him?” Wrecker asks. 

“It’s very likely she’s met all sorts of fugitives, pirates, and bounty hunters.” Tech says, stepping out of the cockpit. “She is from the Coruscant underground, where those types of unsavory characters flourish. I’m more surprised she hasn’t recognized more of them during our recent escapades. I’ve relayed a message to Cid. She will be in touch.” Tech pulls out his scanner, fiddling with it. 

“There’s another possibility.” Crosshair says. 

“What?” Hunter asks, turning around. 

“We were sent to Bracca to terminate a group of deserter clones.” He says flippantly. “But we were given special orders to bring Midnight back alive.” 

“Who gave those orders?” Echo asks. 

“Admiral Tarkin is putting together a nat-born army to replace the clones. He tested his idea using a small group of volunteer nat-born soldiers.” 

“We know that.” Hunter says. 

“It worked, to a point. Some of the nat-borns were...less willing to comply with orders. Tarkin wants to develop a way to control nat-borns as efficiently as clones.” 

“Mind control?” Echo asks, horrified. 

Crosshair smirks. “And who better to test it on than a highly skilled nat-born with unwavering loyalty to a group of deserter clones.” 

Hunter’s hands ball into fists. “That’s why you didn’t aim to kill on Kamino.” 

“I was given explicit directions. You were to be terminated, but Midnight was to be brought in alive.” 

“You think Tarkin would send bounty hunters after her?” Echo asks.

“News will have already reached him of my...compromised state.” Crosshair crosses his arms, leaning back in his seat. “He will only double down on retaking us both.” 

“Would Bane risk landing on Kamino openly?” Echo asks. 

“It is unlikely.” Tech answers. “Though he was wanted by the Republic, we cannot be certain if the Empire intends to prosecute those on the Republic’s list as well. Perhaps Cid will return us some valuable information regarding Bane. For now, it is in our best interest to ensure there is no present danger.” 

They all turn to look at Crosshair, his eyes narrowing at them. “It’s a bit unbelievable for you, Hunter, having such little trust in your teammate.” 

“After everything you’ve done, I have no trust in you at all.” Hunter says, meeting Crosshair’s glare unwaveringly. 

“I’m not talking about me.” 

Hunter deepens his glare, but Crosshair’s words slam into his chest as hard as Bane’s blaster shot. He does regret it now. The last thing he’d said to Midnight was that he couldn’t trust her and now she’s gone, in the hands of a brutal bounty hunter. The thought has been digging at him, ever since he’d come back to consciousness to find his worried squad mates asking where the girls are. 

Midnight knows Bane. Would she have left willingly? 

He doesn’t think she would have, not after risking everything to try and save Crosshair. 

To successfully save Crosshair. 

He won’t believe it. Not until he has proof. He hates it, that he has to distrust her. He had been so angry at her. Going off on her own like that, defying him so openly. It’s not the first time she’s done it, but those times had never been as high risk as what she had done to save Crosshair. 

He does regret his words, though. If something happens to her, he doesn’t want his last words to be that he can’t trust her. He does love her, but he has to think about the safety of his whole squad above all else. 

Tech calibrates the device, running the scan on Crosshair. They wait tensely, for the scan to be done, for Cid to get back to them, for any crumb they can find about where the girls are. Hunter needs to do something. 

If he’s not careful, it’s going to be punching the glare right off Crosshair’s face. 

“She was telling the truth.” Tech says. “His chip is gone.” 

He shows them his datapad, the place where the chip had shown up on previous scans of their minds missing from Crosshair’s. 

Guilt starts to chew away at Hunter. Of course she had been telling the truth. She wouldn’t have come back, risked leading Crosshair directly to them if she hadn’t been sure he was back to his normal, insufferable self. She wouldn’t have put them at risk like that. As much as she loves Crosshair, she’s not that careless. 

He’s already beginning to feel worse. 

But he can’t trust Crosshair. Not completely. 

Just because his chip is gone, doesn’t mean he’s changed. The Empire could have done something else, something worse to him, and they wouldn’t know. For all Hunter knows, as soon as they turn their backs, he’ll strike. 

***

“I have the girl.” 

“What is her condition?” 

“Alive, so I expect a premium.” 

“See that she stays that way.” 

“That depends on you. I’ll be at the rendezvous. Bring my unmarked credits.” 

Midnight frowns as Bane ends the call. So it was the Kaminoans that had sent the bounty hunters after Omega. Midnight had a sneaking suspicion there was more to the girl than they thought. After all, she is a female clone. She’s not enhanced, even as much as the regs are. 

This is going to complicate things. 

Midnight groans quietly, shifting her arms. They’re cuffed above her head to a bar. She can feel the strain in her shoulders already. She straightens her legs out in front of her, trying to stretch as much as she can. 

“You haven’t changed much.” Bane says, his back still turned to her. 

“How would you know?” She snaps, tugging at the cuffs. They’re not going anywhere, but she has to try. “It’s been, what, ten years since my mom took pity on you?”

“Bad decision on her part.” Bane smirks. “Then again, she never was very smart, was she?” 

“You don’t know anything.” Midnight snaps at him. She knows he’s not wrong, but she won’t tolerate anyone speaking ill about her mother, especially him. 

Bane turns in his seat, glaring down at her. “I see it runs in the family.” 

Midnight’s jaw clenches, her hands balling into fists. “Where’s Omega.” 

“She’s fine.” Bane says, stepping down from his seat. “I get paid more if she’s alive.” He kneels in front of her, grabbing her chin. 

“Why take me too?” She asks, partially out of genuine curiosity.

Bane smirks at her, running a thumb over her lips. “You’re nice to look at.” 

He releases her, taking his seat once more. 

***

Midnight braces her foot against the wall, tugging hard at the restraints. Her wrists are raw and sore, the metal biting into her skin. The bar groans as she pulls, but it won’t give. 

Bane is gone, and likely so is Omega. She has to get to them before he can hand her off to the Kaminoans. She’s not going to give Omega up that easily, even if it means having to go up against Cad Bane again. 

She tugs harder at the restraints, groaning in pain as her wrists strain against the metal. 

“What are you doing?” 

She pauses, turning her head to look at the service-droid. “I...” She looks down at her hands before looking back at the droid. “I have to use the fresher.” 

“Nice try.” The droid says. “Under no circumstances am I allowed to set you free.” 

“Please.” She puts as much desperation in her voice as she can. “I really have to go.” 

“Mr. Bane said I must not let you out of the cockpit.” The droid says, staying firm on his stance. 

Midnight looks down at the floor, thinking. She needs to get these cuffs off and find Omega. “You’d you prefer I go right here? Bane’s going to make you clean it up.” 

The droid pauses before turning back to her. “Just to the fresher?” 

Midnight nods. “I swear.” 

The droid removes one of her cuffs, Midnight swinging as soon as the cuff is off. The droid slides across the floor, sparking a bit. She hadn’t planned on hitting it that hard. She didn’t know she could hit that hard. 

She climbs down from the cockpit, glancing around the hull. Omega is nowhere to be seen, not that she had expected her to still be in the ship. Midnight looks through the opened closets, finding a spare blaster. She’s going to need that if she’s going to go up against Bane. 

She takes off running before the droid can fully recover, heading into the building. They look just like the facilities on Kamino, but they’ve long been abandoned. Midnight hurries into the building, trying to wave away the dense fog inside. 

The sound of blaster fire somewhere above draws her attention. Her heart is pounding in her chest. What’s happening? Did the Kaminoans trick Bane? That’s not really their style, she thinks. Is someone else here? Have the boys found them already? She hadn’t seen the Marauder, but then again, she hadn’t really looked. 

She presses onwards, following the sound of the blaster fire. Her stomach twists nervously. She needs to find Omega. She needs to make sure she’s safe. The thought of something happening to her...she’d never forgive herself. 

Midnight peeks around a corner, blaster in hand. She can hear footsteps coming, her grip on her blaster tightening. She turns the corner, blaster ready. 

Relief floods through her. 

“Omega!” 

“Midnight!” The young girl runs straight to Midnight, Midnight waiting with open arms. 

Midnight wraps her arms around Omega, holding her tightly. “Are you alright?” 

“Fennec Shand is here.” She says, pulling away from Midnight. “She killed Taun We.” 

Both of them here? Midnight knows she won’t stand a chance against both of them together. “We need to get out of here.” 

“I contacted the others but the signal wasn’t strong enough. Tech said we need to create a power surge.” 

Midnight’s brow furrows. The chances of them finding something to do that, and having enough time to do it, are low. Not with two bounty hunters on their tail. 

“I’ve got a better idea.” She says, removing Omega’s cuffs. “We’re going for Bane’s ship.” She takes Omega’s hand, heading back in the direction she’d come from. “Even if we can find a way to contact them, there’s no guarantee they’ll make it in time.” 

“So we’re going to steal a ship?” Omega asks. 

“We’re going to try.” Midnight says, determined. 

It’s a bit of a crazy plan, but then again, rescuing Crosshair had been as well, and that had worked in the end. She only hopes her luck won’t run out. It’s not just her to worry about this time. It’s Omega as well. 

If anything happens to her, Hunter will never forgive her. 

She’ll never forgive herself. 

“I wouldn’t bother trying.” 

Midnight comes to a stop, pushing Omega behind her as she points her blaster at Shand. “Why are you here?” 

“I took a job.” Shand says, removing her helmet. “And I hate leaving things unfinished.” 

“I won’t let you take her.” Midnight says, backing up a couple steps. There’s a hallway within reach. All she has to do is distract Shand and Omega can run for it. 

“You’re a good soldier, but you’re not going to win this one.” 

“I’ve faced worse odds.” Midnight tightens her grip on her blaster. 

“I’m trying to help.” Shand says, taking a step closer. 

“You said the same thing on Pantora.” Omega says, tightening her grip on Midnight’s hand. 

“There you are!” Bane’s droid appears down the hall behind Shand. “You are coming with-” The droid is cut off as Shand turns, tossing a knife at it. 

Midnight and Omega are already halfway down the hall by the time she turns back around, racing towards the landing platform. 

Midnight pushes as fast as she can, Omega keeping a hold of her hand as they weave through the hallways. She prays they don’t run into Bane or his droid on their way. It had been luck that had gotten them away from Shand, but she doesn’t trust that luck to hold much longer. 

They reach the landing platform, Midnight breathing heavily as they board Bane’s ship. Her hands are shaking from the adrenaline as she climbs into the cockpit, Omega right behind her. She powers on the ship, praying to whatever deities she can think of that they can take off before Bane notices. 

Or before Shand gets to her own ship. 

The ship rocks as she lifts it off the ground, her grip on the controls unsteady. She’d learned the basics of flying during her training, and Tech had taught her a few times how to pilot the Marauder, but she was by no means an expert. This isn’t a starfighter or the Marauder. 

“Hang on.” She says, pushing the ship as fast as she can towards the atmosphere. 

It’s a rough flight, Midnight not relaxing her grip on the controls until the atmosphere is gone, replaced by the inky blackness of space. As unnerving as it can be sometimes, she’s never been happier to see it. 

She puts the ship on autopilot, typing in the comm channel. “Echo? Tech?” She says, getting static. “Anyone?”

“Midnight?” 

She’s never been more relieved to hear Hunter’s voice. She feels like a weight has been lifted off her shoulders. So he had survived Bane’s shot. “We’re here. We’re alright.” 

“Where are you? Send us coordinates.” 

“We’re in the Lido system.” She says. 

“Midnight stole a ship.” Omega says proudly. 

“She did what?” Hunter asks in disbelief. 

“I’ll tell you later.” Midnight says, flipping through the navigator. “I’m making the jump to the next system over. We can’t risk staying here much longer. I’ll send coordinates and meet you there.” 

“Midnight,” Hunter says, his voice low and thick with emotion. “Be careful.” 

A small smile tugs at her lips. “It’s a bit late for that.” 

She sends the coordinates, jumping the ship into hyperspace. She doesn't relax until the familiar blue is flashing around them. She leans back in the seat, reaching over for Omega. She lifts the young clone into her lap, wrapping her arms around her. 

“I’m so glad you’re alright.” She breathes, resting her cheek on top of Omega’s head. 

“I’m glad you were there.” Omega says, leaning against her. “I don’t know what I would have done if you weren’t.” 

Midnight smiles. “I’m sure you would have figured something out. But I’m glad you weren’t alone. I promised I’d always be there.” 

Midnight holds Omega as they fly through hyperspace, her eyes beginning to droop. It’s been a very long past few days and she’s ready for a break. She knows it’s not over, though. She’s going to have hell to pay once Hunter sees her. He’s had plenty of time to think over what he’s going to say. 

She’s in for quite the reprimanding. 

***

The ship beeping as they near their destination wakes her. She hadn’t realized she’d fallen asleep. Omega is asleep as well, still tucked against her chest. She drops the ship from hyperspace, heading towards the small desert planet. It’s mostly uninhabited, perfect to drop Bane’s ship and meet the others without risking being seen. 

She lands in an empty spot, relaying the beacon so the guys can find her. Omega stirs as she relaxes in the seat again, Midnight wrapping an arm back around her. She’d let the girl sleep as long as possible. She’s had a rough few days too. She deserves it. 

Not long after they’ve landed, the proximity alarm begins going off. Midnight doesn’t relax until the Marauder sits down next to Bane’s ship. Midnight shakes Omega awake, the young girl groaning and rubbing her eyes. 

“They’re here.” Midnight says, lifting her back to her feet. “Let’s go.” 

Omega seems to perk up a bit, excitedly climbing down the ladder. Midnight opens the hatch, stepping out into the bright sun. Hunter’s already halfway to their ship, Omega running to meet him. She slams into him, wrapping her arms around his waist. 

He grimaces for a moment, his abdomen wrapped with bandages. So he hadn’t totally been protected against the shot, but at least it hadn’t been fatal. 

He kneels down in front of her, putting his hands on her shoulders. “Are you okay, Omega? Are you hurt?” 

“Why is this happening?” Omega cries. “Why are the Kaminoans after me?” 

“Hunter, you have to tell her.” Echo says. 

Hunter sighs. “Let’s get out of here. I’ll explain everything.” 

Wrecker picks up Omega, holding her close. “Good to have you back, kid.” 

Hunter stares at Midnight, her gaze lowered to her hands. She’s ready, prepared for the yelling, the reprimanding. 

She’s shocked when arms wrap around her, pulling her against a warm chest. She leans into Hunter’s arms, squeezing her eyes shut. 

“Thank you.” He says, leaning the side of his head against hers. 

“For what? I was just keeping my promise.” Midnight shakes her head. “I meant it.” 

He squeezes her tighter for just a moment. “Come on. Let’s get out of here, then we can all have a long talk.” 

***

Hunter tucks the blanket closer around them, a small smile tugging at his lips. Midnight is going to be sore when she wakes up. She’s curled up on Omega’s sleeping pad, wrapped around the young clone. He’d heard every word of their quiet conversation, until both of them had dropped off into sleep. He had debated moving her, but he can’t bring himself to. 

They’d had a long discussion over ration bars. They’d talked about Omega and why the Kaminoans were after her. They’d talked about Cad Bane and Midnight’s history with him. They’d briefly discussed what had happened while Crosshair was with the Empire and their current situation. 

Above all, they were just happy the girls were back and safe. 

Hunter pulls the curtain closed, making his way back towards the bunks. Crosshair is pulling the extra blanket from his bunk, the one Midnight had added. 

“She slept there the whole time you were gone.” Hunter says. “She never gave up on you.” 

“She seems to be the only one.” Crosshair says. 

“I had to worry about my squad first.” Hunter tries to defend himself. 

“I was part of that squad once. You left me behind.” He scathes, narrowing his eyes at Hunter. 

“What did you expect me to do when you were ready to kill us any chance you could?” He takes a step closer to the sharpshooter, ready to defend himself if he needs to. 

“That didn’t stop Midnight.” Crosshair seethes. “I was still in there, you know. I remember all of it. They tortured me, played with my mind, strengthened the chip’s control as much as they could. I was still under there, watching as someone else controlled me.” 

Hunter deflates a bit at Crosshair’s words. He didn’t know what it was like. He’d been saved from having to experience that. Wrecker hadn’t spoken about it, not that he would ever ask him to. “You’re right. Maybe I did give up too quickly.” 

“I don’t want your apologies.” Crosshair snaps. “You still don’t trust me.” 

“I can’t. Not yet.” Hunter goes to move past him, but pauses as Crosshair responds. 

“Trust me on this, then, Hunter. If I wanted to, I would have already.” 

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[mattybraps10]

Roommates | Joseph Woll x OC

Summary: Jane Cambell is Mitchell Marner's best friend, and when he asks her to let the rookie goalie stay in her guest room, who is she to say no?

Word Count: 1704

By: M

Mitch and I had grown up next door to one another. There wasn’t a birthday party, school event, or family function where we weren’t together. We were inseparable. So, when Mitch got drafted to the Leafs, it made sense for me to follow him and attend the University of Toronto. I loved being around the team and doing homework at practices. I was thrilled to interview Mitch for my final papers, to spend time with him again. Once I graduated, I went on to work for the team, Mitch and I stayed close. When Mitch met Steph, I was overjoyed. She was perfect for him, but it left me with more time to myself. Something I didn’t understand what to do with. I found myself wandering aimlessly after work, never having plans. 

When Mitch told me the team had called up a new goalie, I wasn’t sure what to expect. Since he had recently moved in with Steph, he had asked me if the new guy could use my spare room until he got on his feet. I, of course, said yes. Mitch had always been a great judge of character and if he felt comfortable letting him stay with me, then I felt comfortable. What I didn't expect, however, was for this man to come through the door with lego boxes stacked above his head. And like… goalies are tall, but I couldn’t even see his face.

“Hey! Thanks for letting me crash, let me just set these down in the room and we can properly introduce ourselves…” He said, his voice muffled by the many boxes in front of him.

“Oh yeah of course, um it's the door to the left of the TV.” I replied, stepping aside so he could walk in. It took him about five minutes to set the boxes how he wanted them, the echo of fallen boxes and muttered curse words heard throughout the apartment. 

“Can you help me grab my bags? I don’t really have that much stuff yet… I mean I’m not really new to Toronto but I just lived with teammates when I was on the Marlies so like…” He said, rambling on as he stepped back into the main room. His blue eyes caught mine and he quickly lost whatever thought he was about to share. Like seriously are piercing blue eyes mandatory to be on the Leafs? Because, wow.

“I’m Joseph… Uh Woll… yeah. But I mean most people call me Joe haha…” He said, his left hand scratching the back of his neck and holding his other out awkwardly.

“Jane, but my friends call me Janie.” We shook hands. Joe and I found our rhythm easily. He would leave before I got up in the morning and I would meet him at the office for lunch before going to meetings. We’d head home together on off-days, laughing about anything and everything. I felt like that missing piece I’d been searching for had been found.

The hard-part was always away games. Joe and Mitch would spend weeks away, traveling for games whilst I was left in a mostly empty office, planning future events and booking flights. When the boys are away Steph and I usually grab dinner and talk, but I was hesitant to have to answer questions about my relationship with Joe. He and I had gotten increasingly close and several of his teammates had picked up on some of the underlying tension on my end. It was clear to me, at least, that Joe wasn’t interested in me, despite what Kniesy kept saying. Kniesy and Joe are pretty close, but I can’t help but feel like he’s just messing with me. Plus, I mean I don’t even know what Mitch would do about me dating a teammate of his. I mean he was always protective growing up, purposefully keeping me from his teams. The one time I did go out with someone from his team, we realized we’d be better off as friends, which is how I ended up with Matthew Tkachuk as my fantasy football teammate. 

I decided to go to dinner with Steph anyway, as I wanted to catch up with her. When I sat down across from her at the restaurant, my phone started buzzing. I mouthed, “hold on” to Steph as I stood up and answered the phone.

“This is Jane Campbell speaking…”

“No I know, Janie it’s me, I- I just needed to hear your voice” The voice on the phone, Joe, said clearly out of breath.

“Joe what’s going on? Are you okay?” I started panicking, why was he calling me. He never calls.

“It’s. I’m fine. I just- Did you see the game?” I hadn’t. I was so busy getting ready to see Steph and finishing work, that I’d completely forgotten to tune in.

“No- I- Tell me what’s happening.” I felt like screaming, what wasn’t he telling me? The walls felt like they were closing in.

“It’s Kniesy.” Two words that first had me breathing a sigh of relief and then feeling guilty as the walls crashed in once again.

“Okay,” I took a breath, “okay. What do you need from me? What happened? I’m with Steph. Do you need me to get there?” 

“Just stay on the phone please. He’s. He just collapsed. I mean the hit didn’t look that bad but I guess it was? I- I don’t know Janie. I don’t know.” A sob erupted from him as he tried to keep himself composed. Where was the game again? I could have sworn I’d written it down somewhere… I looked through my bag, dumping the contents on the table in front of a concerned Steph.

“Are you still there?” His voice almost whispers, having been wrecked by his sobs.

“Yeah, I’m here Joey. Don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere.” The nickname escaped me before I even knew I was saying it. Shit.

“Joey?” His quiet voice still shaking.

“I- I mean…”

“No- I- Uh- I like it- It just caught me off guard that’s all.” His smile was clear even through the phone.

“Okay wait- The game’s in Buffalo right? Let me just… I’ll see you in a few hours, okay? What hotel are you in?” I blurted out, before I could even process what I was saying. All I know is that Joey needs me and I want to- no, have to- be there. 

“You don’t have to come, I mean it’s fine. I’ll be fine.” He rushed, trying to convince me not to go, but it was too late.

“See you in a bit Joey, bye.” I quickly said, trying to hang up.

“I L-” I hung up.

“Okay Steph, I gotta go. I- uh- I’m so sorry, I’ll venmo you for the salad.” I said, grabbing my coat from the back of my chair and shoveling everything back into my bag.

“Is everything okay?” Steph said, panicking.

“Yeah, Joe’s worried about Matthew, apparently he got hurt during the game. I’m just gonna fly out to Buffalo to be with him.”

“You and Joseph, huh?” She said, winking, “I mean I told Mitch y’all were a good match, but he didn’t think it would happen this quickly…”

“Oh- Um. No, we’re not together. I mean- I don’t think he even likes me like that… Not that I like him or anything.”

“Mhm, and he called his ‘platonic roommate’ for comfort when his best friend got hurt, and, said ‘platonic roommate’ is flying to another country to check on him… Okay!”

“That’s exactly what’s happening. Plus, New York is barely another country.”

“Sure… Sure. Have a nice flight Janie.”

“Thanks.”

The flight went quicker than I expected. I sat in my seat, my knee bouncing as I waited to see Joe. I was still unsure of what happened to Matthew, but if Joe was worried, so was I. The little pest had started to grow on me.

I rushed into Joe’s hotel, asking the front desk to let me through. Joe had let them know I’d be coming and to let me in. When I got to his door, I took a breath before knocking.

“Janie, thank god.” He said, opening the door and scooping me into a big hug.

“I’m here Joey, I’m here.” He stiffened at the nickname as he released me. 

“What?” I asked, confused.

“Nothing… I- I just like when you call me Joey, that’s all.” He said, letting me into his room. 

“How’s Matthew?” I asked, grabbing his hand for moral support.

“The doctor said he’ll be okay, just a concussion. It just really scared me, you know? I mean one moment we were laughing about him asking a girl out, and the next he’s on the ice.”

“A girl?” I asked, waggling my eyebrows.

“Yeah, I mean it feels silly now but he wants to ask the barista at the coffee shop by the rink for dinner.” He smiled, squeezing my hand.

“That’s such a good idea omg! Not silly at all, I mean she’s really pretty and nice.”

“It just got me thinking, you know? Like what if he wasn’t okay? What if he never got to tell the girl? It feels so trivial to worry about rejection at this point.”

“But he will get to tell her Joey. And she’ll say yes and it’ll be great and they’ll be together!” I’m not sure where he’s going with this, but I’m doing my best to reassure him that Kniesy and the Barista will get together in the end.

“Will they?” He asks, furrowing his brows.

“Of course, if they’re meant for eachother, it’ll happen.” I smiled, looking up at him, my hand still in his.

“Will we?” He asks.

“Will we do what?” I ask, confused.

“Will we get together?” He asks and my stomach flutters. 

“Joey?” I feel like I’m hallucinating there’s no way he means what I think he means.

“Jane. Janie. I love you. Every moment we’re apart is like I'm drowning and you’re my air.” He grabs my face, angling my eyes up to his.

“Joey… I love you too.” I closed my eyes as our lips met, fireworks erupting as the butterflies dissipated from my stomach.

[beezusvreeland]

a very good idea - chapter 8

summary: After your boyfriend cheats on you at a party, you break up with him, who tells you nobody else is willing to be with you like him. You decide to prove him wrong, with a little help from a new friend.

ship: miguel o'hara x f!reader

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Chapter 8

Harry: hey Harry: in case you haven’t blocked me yet…i’m sorry for everything, i know i screwed everything up Harry: you going to the party later? Harry: was wondering if we could talk Harry: promise i’ll behave

You put your phone back inside your purse, not quite knowing how to react to Harry’s texts. For the past few weeks, you grew accustomed to hating him. A version of him, at least. The one who cheated and humiliated you, who sent a video of himself hooking up with a girl. You sighed. It hadn’t always been like that. There were good times. Great even, when he let his gentleness surpass his frustration with the world and everyone in it, including you. Reading his texts made you sad for these other parts of your relationship, the ones you hadn’t let go of enough to mourn yet.

You were in a corner of the living room, lost in your thoughts, while Jess was chatting with a teammate of hers nearby. At the improvised stage on the other end of the room, Gwen and her friends were tuning their instruments. People were coming inside to see the band play.

Gwen looked fantastic. With help from you and Jess, she settled for a black top with a pink skull drawn in it, black skirt, fishnet tights, a pair of white boots and, of course, Jenna’s purple jacket. Gwen took a sip of her beer and looking beyond you in the crowd, opened a smile. You looked in the same direction, finding Miles, Peter and Miguel. You waved at them.

“Look what the cat dragged in!”, you joked.

“And here I was thinking we’re becoming good friends, even hanging outside of school property!”, Peter put a hand on his chest, pretending to be hurt.

“Did you guys start drinking before coming here or…?”

“No, this is sober Peter”, Miguel looked at his friend with a serious expression.

“Oh”, you couldn’t imagine what drunk Peter was like.

“Oh indeed.”

“You’re only saying that because you are sad drunk”, Peter complained.

“Am not.”

“Yes, you are. Isn’t it right, Miles?”

Miles was distracted, staring at Gwen.

“Yeah, sure”, he said.

Miguel groaned, making you laugh. He looked at you arching an eyebrow.

“Are you having fun with this, cariño?”

“Of course, watching you and Peter bicker like an old couple is very entertaining. Why else do you think I hang out with you guys so much?”

“Because Miguel needs help with his english homework and you think he’s hot”, Peter shrugged.

Your eyes widened. How dare he call you out like that. But also…

“Wait, is that what you told your friends we are doing?”, you turned to Miguel.

“I mean, I do need help with my english homework…That much is true”, Miguel gave you a smug look, not ashamed at all. You, on the other hand, felt your cheeks start burning. “About that other part…you have to confirm to me.”

“Confirm what?”, you played dumb to gain time, not knowing how the situation escalated so quickly. It was like you and Miguel couldn’t even talk anymore, only flirt.

“I guess you know, since you are all worked up about it.”

“I’m not worked up about anything.”

“I’d say you are, actually”, Peter intervened. He and Miguel fist bumped without looking at each other.

“And just like that, you two are working together again.”

“We never stopped working together”, Peter said. “Bros before…”, he stopped seeing your harsh look towards him.

“Oh, don’t stop because of me. Do go on”, you faked a smile.

“We’re bros”, Peter said, looking at Miguel, who was cringing.

“Ugh, yes, hermanos”, Miguel mumbled, pinching his nose.

“Boys are so weird.”

“Hey! You didn’t answer the question”, Peter pointed at you.

“What question?”, you asked innocently.

“You know damn well…”

“I have no idea, Peter Benjamin.”

“You sneaky little thing”, Miguel pursed his lips. “All this effort just to not admit…”

“That I think you are hot?”

“Well, yes…”, Miguel looked dumb founded.

“Fuck this, I’m so confused. I’m gonna get a beer”, Peter walked away.

Miguel got closer to you.

“Does it bother you that much not knowing what I think?, you barely recognized yourself or this game you were playing. But the thrill of it was one of the best things you have ever felt.

“Just admit it”, Miguel looked down on you, his hands finding your waist.

“How about this: I will answer your question if you answer one of mine.”

You could see him swallowing hard.

“Fine.”

“Why did you agree to pretend to be my boyfriend?”

“I needed a tutor…”

“You could’ve found any other tutor. But you accepted my offer.” You caught yourself wondering this more often than you’d like to admit. You had a reason to ask him, at least you thought so, but didn’t quite understand why he accepted so easily. It’s not like you two were friends, you knew each other for years, sure, but have never been friends. When you stopped to think about it, you didn’t know that much about Miguel.

“You don’t have to answer anymore”, he whispered.

You felt way more disappointed than you imagined you would be. As if pleading, you put your hands on his shirt, grasping it a little.

“But I have other questions. I wanna get to know you.”

“Do you?”, he looked surprised.

You nodded, refusing to break eye contact with him. He put a hand on your cheek, holding your face while he analyzed it. First your nose, then your cheeks. Your chin and even your ears. Miguel spent more time looking at your lips, his own mouth parted. His gaze eventually met yours, and you could tell there was so much there. There was no way you had imagined all the spark you saw in his eyes.

“I want to get to know you too.”

“Test one, two, three.”

You both turned to the stage, where a girl with beautiful beaded braids — Margo, you were pretty sure was her name — adjusted the microphone.

“Hi, everyone!”

Everyone cheered. Margo’s smile widened. On her right side, a girl held a guitar, on the other, a girl held a bass. Behind them, your very own Gwen Stacy smiled nervously on the drums. You felt like a proud mom, knowing how brave Gwen was being and how much she was overcoming by stepping into that stage.

“We’re the Mary Janes and we’re about to have some fun. Are you ready?”, Margo shouted. Gwen put her drumsticks in the air, knocking them three times. The first notes of “Only Happy When It Rains”, by Garbage, found your ears.

You knew the song from your favorite 90s teen comedies. You turn to tell Miguel that only to find him singing all the lyrics perfectly. His head shaking in the rhythm of the music, one of his hands still on your waist.

How could he question if you thought he was hot or not. There was so much to like: his soft olive skin, his deep eyes, his black curls that bounce with every inch of movement from him. You even liked his nose, which was new to you, because you didn’t usually think about guys' noses whatsoever. Miguel noticed you stare.

“What?”, he mouthed.

You shook your head, smiling at him.

“I like late 80s, early 90s pop rock”, Miguel said in your ear.

“I would have never guessed.” You really wouldn’t, but it was endearing to see him letting loose and having fun. Just being his true self.

The next song started with a distant sounding bell. Behind you, shouted: “Fuck yeah!!”

You laughed. “I guess you know the song?”

“Hazy Shade of Winter, by The Bangles, it’s great. You’re gonna love it!”

He was right. You did.

***

Jess found you after the concert, a huge smile on her face, that was just as sweaty as yours.

“How great was our girl?!”

“She was fantastic! I don’t know what I was expecting…were they always this good?”, you ask Miguel.

“Yeah, but they have improved a lot since the last concert I have watched. All the extra practicing is paying off.”

Jess raised an eyebrow at him, amused.

“Apparently Miguel here is a huge fan of female led 80s and 90s bands”, you pointed out, your growing smile mirroring hers.

“You are not gonna let that go, are you?”, Miguel pretended to be annoyed.

“I kind of love that for you, Miguel”, Jess said with sincerity. “The less toxic masculinity around my girl, the better.”

Miguel blushed, avoiding her gaze. Knowing Jess saw good in him made you feel better, happier even, for some reason.

“Here comes the rockstar!”, Miguel pointed at Gwen, who was running towards your group. Her hair was now in a ponytail, the jacket tied around her hips. She had the biggest smile on her face.

She gave each one of you a hug.

“You were incredible, blondie!”, Jess looked at her proudly.

“You really were, this was by far the best setlist you’ve had so far”, Miguel gave his friend a brotherly hug, making her laugh.

“Look at you, Gwenny!”, you put your hands on her flushed cheeks. “I loved seeing you up there. How are you feeling?”

She chuckled, her eyes catching up to her smile.

“Sweaty, relieved and in desperate need for a drink.”

“Let’s arrange that”, Jess grabbed her hand, the two walking towards the kitchen.

“Wanna go outside for a bit? I’m boiling here”, Miguel started making his way to the backyard and you followed.

It was much nicer outside. There was a little breeze and it was much quieter than inside. A few people were seated on the edge of a huge empty pool, talking and drinking. Others were scattered through the gardens. You and Miguel sat on a two person gray couch on the porch.

The two of you stayed in silence for a while, watching people run around and talk. You recognized a guy making girls laugh close to the pool.

“Isn’t that Ben O’Reilly?”, you turn to Miguel. Ben was a senior guy from your school who was involved with every single sport available for students. He could be extra and a bit of a show off, something that made Harry exceedingly annoyed, but you thought he was just funny and cheesy.

“Oh yeah”, Miguel looked at Ben’s direction. “I’m surprised he hasn’t brought his acoustic guitar with him.”

“What?”

“You know how every party has a guy that wants to impress people playing guitar? That’s O’Reilly.”

“Oh my God, I know exactly what you mean”, you laughed.

“Hey, girl, have you ever heard Wonderwall, by Oasis?”, Miguel forced a smooth pretentious voice.

“It’s either that or Mr. Brightside.”

Miguel cackled.

“Speaking of…”, he turned to you. “You now know about my music preferences, which makes it my turn to ask you a question.”

“Okay”, you looked back at him, feeling a little shy. You had no idea what type of question he had in mind.

“Do you have a favorite color?”

Not what you were expecting.

“Orange”, you said. “My turn. Do you have a best friend in your group? Or do you consider all of them equally?”

He seems to think about it for a minute.

“I mean, we are all friends…”, he considered. “But I guess if I had to vent or ask for help, I’d probably reach out to Peter. Don’t tell him that.”

“And listen to him getting all smug about it? Never”, your tone makes Miguel laugh. The sound makes you feel warm inside. “Still, Peter is so much better than the guys you used to hang out with in middle school. No offense.”

“None taken”, Miguel stares at his hands in silence. His reaction made you feel bad, even though you were being sincere.

“I mean, it’s not like I knew then…”, you tried to mend it. “I guess we are all kind of stupid during middle school, right?”

“You weren’t.”

The intensity in his eyes caught you by surprise. You didn’t know what to say to that, just that you shouldn’t have brought up that period of your lives up.

“Well, I definitely felt like it”, you let out a sad chuckle. “Your turn, come on.”

“Okay. What…”

“Miggy Miggy Miggy!”, Peter shouted from the door that led the kitchen to the backyard. He had a beer in his hands and a maniac look in his eyes.

“So I gather this is drunk Peter…”

“Yep, it’s him alright”, Miguel sounded annoyed.

Hobie held Peter by the elbow, looking distressed, which you didn’t think it was an emotion he could even feel.

“What happened?”, Miguel got up.

“We have a code red, Miguelito”, Hobie took a deep breath. He then saw you and gave a soft smile: “Hi, there, sweetheart, you look really lovely tonight”.

“You too, Hobie”, you waved at him.

“I swear if Miguel here wasn’t obsessed with you…”

“Hobart!”, Miguel interrupted, growling. “Focus on the task at hand.”

Peter gave Hobie a sad look, grabbing his arm.

“Love isn’t real, my friend”, and just like that, Peter started crying.

“What is happening?”, you whisper to Miguel.

“Mary Jane!”, Peter shouted, prompting Miguel and Hobie to move in order to take him out of there.

“Oh, code red as in…”, you just then realized. It was kind of a smart name, actually. You knew Peter had a thing for Mary Jane, but had no idea it was so intense. He was always so nice and flirty with everyone, you just assumed it was the same with her.

“MJ Watson!”, Peter sobbed.

“Ay Dios mío! Hobs, let’s get him out of here”, Miguel put one of Peter’s arms around his neck. “I’ll be right back”, he said, looking back at you.

***

After a few minutes, you decide to go back inside and find Jess and Gwen. Before that though, you needed a drink.

The kitchen was a complete mess. Empty bottles and forgotten cups of beer and other mixtures on the counters and the floor was sticky. You felt bad for the owner of the house, even though you had no idea who they were. There were a few bottles of soda and juice around, mostly to be used in cocktails, but you refused to drink from an already opened container — you've heard way too many high school parties horror stories.

Opening the fridge, you found a can of beer. You didn’t particularly care about alcohol now. You used to drink more before to be able to handle school parties your mom insisted you go after your teachers had a talk with her about your difficulty socializing. You had never done anything stupid, but there was the eighth grade school dance, where you drank a bit too much “poisoned punch”. It had been a fun night, from what you remembered. What you didn’t remember was the issue: some conversations and moves on the dance floor. So you just avoided drinking, if you could.

“There you are.”

You stop mid sip, suddenly happy Miguel was back. When you turned, however, you found Harry’s face looking at you. He had his hands on his pockets and wore a blue navy sweater you had given him on Christmas. You felt nervous all of the sudden.

“I wasn’t sure you would come, you didn’t answer my messages”, Harry said, getting closer so he could be in front of you.

“Can you blame me?”

“No, no. I can’t”, he chuckled.

“What do you want, Harry?”, you had way less patience than you thought. “You humiliate me, harass me, then try to be nice?”

“I know, I’m sorry”, his answer surprised you. “I wanted to apologize to you for…all of it”, he sounded frustrated with himself. “I lost my way for the past few weeks.”

“Tell me about it”, you crossed your arms.

“I was behaving badly was a way to mask the fact that I miss you.”

“I see Norman Osborn still pays dr. Lenny really well for his weekly therapy sessions”, you pointed out.

Harry smiled.

“You know it”, he chuckled. “I think you’d like to know that dr. Lenny’s dad, my dad’s therapist, dr. Boris, is still working.”

“Wait, he is still alive?”, you try to do the math on your head. “Isn’t dr. Lenny, like, 70?”

“Turned 72 last may”, Harry lets out a full laugh. Without thinking about it, you do too. “My whole life dr. Boris has been extremely old.”

“That’s crazy.”

Slowly, the laughs faded away.

“I should get going”, you said, breaking the silence.

“Well, before that, I just…wanna say I’m sorry again and…”, Harry locked eyes with you. “I know I fucked up, and you probably will never want to be my girlfriend or even my friend again, which I get, but I wish we could at least not pretend like we don’t know each other, you know?”

You knew what he meant. Ignoring and avoiding Harry had been just as exhausting as dealing with him.

He looked up to someone behind you. “Please at least consider it”, Harry said, taking a step back. “It was good to see you.”

“Consider what?”

You turned to find Miguel. You wondered how much of your conversation with Harry he had heard. Would he be jealous? He wasn’t your boyfriend, not really, but did he care? Would he think you had lied and wanted to get back with your ex?

“Hey!”, you feel a bit breathless. “Is everything ok? Where is Peter?”

“Yeah, Hobie and I took him home”, he sounded more serious than usual. He had a sip of your beer and, grabbing your elbow like before, took you outside.

“You went to Queens and came back?”

“We borrowed Margo’s car.”

“Oh.”

You started walking around and he followed, without looking at you. You knew how to get back to how things were before.

“Hey! It’s your turn to ask a question.”

“What did you see in that guy?”, the words left Miguel’s mouth as if they were desperate to break free.

You looked at him, puzzled, but remained silent, your throat going dry. It was a trick question, to which you knew the answer. It was an embarrassing one. Sad even.

“Why did you go out with him in the first place?”

Miguel seemed aggravated, not with you specifically, you just happened to be on the other end of the conversation. His tone made your heart ache.

“You would never understand”, you sounded like you were on the verge of breaking.

“Try me”, Miguel had his arms opened, taking a few steps backwards.

“Because he liked me, ok?”, you burst. Something in you snaps and you let it go. All of it. “Because he was nice and asked me out on a date and not as a joke, he was the first one, God, the only one, to ever ask me out!”

Miguel stopped in his tracks. You couldn’t focus on his face long enough to read his expression. Your hands went through your hair as you tried to grasp something, anything, while your mind started to spiral.

“Harry saw me. You can say whatever you want about him, but he didn’t care what people said about me, he just…asked me out on a date and took me out to dinner and treated me like an actual person.”

With your hands on your hips, you looked up, trying to stop your tears from falling. “After a lifetime of being shoved on the corner, being called names and being invisible…someone saw me. For the first time, I was just a girl getting to have the same experiences girls my age do”, you took a deep breath. “I thought I wasn’t worthy of it.”

Silence. You wiped your tears and looked down at him. Miguel looked like he had just been punched in the stomach.

“There’s your answer”, you murmured, giving him a sad smile. Yet he didn’t move. He just stayed still. You thought that by having…whatever it was that you had, you would be able to protect your heart. But you were so wrong.

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a very good idea

[mana-sputachu]

I: 3 and 4

II: 1 6 and 10

III: 10 and 13

IV: 10 and 11

This asks for OTP 3 (kyo-iori-chizuru)

I. PRE-RELATIONSHIP

3 - Who felt romantic feelings first?

I'd say Iori. He and Chizuru where a couple already when the polycule happened (I never went into details about how it happene, in the stories I have already published, but I do have the start of a multichapter story that's centered around it… I dunno if I'll continue it or repurpose what I already have into oneshots, but long story short: they were all a bit drunk, Kyo stumbled upon the couple kissing, and when he was about to leave they stopped him. And Kyo didn't refuse the invite), and we know he canonically wants to befriend Kyo, so he was probably very eager to put the rivarly behind… maybe not this way, but you can't decide what your heart will do, no?

4 - Did either of them try to resist their feelings?

Kyo, absolutely. It happened all so fast and in such an absurd way that he ran away and ghosted Iori and Chizuru for a while, in the hope to sort his feelings out. Not the most mature thing to do, but he was confused - it had been a threesome with his teammates, people always said he could barely stand, and one was his rival. ANOTHER MAN. And while my Iori has been openly bi for a while, Kyo discovered it while drunk… and with his rival, no less. Their start as a throuple was surely a mess, lol.

II. GENERAL

1 - Who initiated the relationship, and how did they go about it?

Again, it was Kyo. It was a very, very rocky start since he was very nervous around Iori, who on the other hand didn't take it well but instead to talk to Kyo he shut him off: as I said in my IoriChi answer to this same test, my Iori is a bit wary of relationships with men because he has been burned in the past, and since this is Kyo… he was scared he could react this way, realizing somehow it was just a mistake due to alcohol, find Iori disgusting because he's man, and so on. It took Kyo a big effort to finally talk to Iori (he also promised Chizuru he would have done it, and he didn't want to disappoint her… or make her angry, knowing how protective of Iori she is), but they managed to clear it everything and finally start anew.

6 - How do their personalities complement each other? How do they clash?

Oh, they all do.

On one hand, you have Iori and Chizuru who have been forced to grew quickly because of their upbringing, both with their fair share of traumas (Chizuru losing Maki, Iori's Orochi curse and his childhood as a Whole), very serious and with a job and adult responsibilities; by the start of the polycule they've been together for years on and off in my verse(s), they have their chemistry and balance, and are very protective of each other. On the other hand, you have Kyo, who has apparently the perfect life, he's the face of the Tournament, he's extrovert and has a loving family and had a perfect childhood with no traumatic events… in theory (SNK might forget his kidnapping by NESTS, but I DON'T). So they had their fair share of clashing, mostly Kyo not taking his responsibilities like getting a diploma, and treating everything too shallowly, the new relationship included (at least apparently); but also Iori and Chizuru insisting A LOT on this topic thinking they know better and that they're just helping, rather than sit with him and just… listen what he has to say and what he wants to do about it. They might be more mature than him on various aspect of life, but they're also kids who grew up too quickly and not always sure how to approach people or some topics (Iori especially).

But they also really works well together: as said, Iori and Chizuru have been together for years and both are walking traumas who bonded through that; Kyo didn't have such a terrible life (except the kidnapping), so the best he can do is be their Sunshine, literally and figuratively. He can't heal them, but he can be there when they need to cry, be their rock, holding them when they need to, making them laugh, and love them the way their families never did.

And about NESTS… who could understand Kyo better than them? Chizuru knew about it, Iori was there, they KNOW. They can understand him and, most importantly, listen to him (since he could never go into therapy… I mean, even tho KOF is an universe where people with weird powers and deities walking among normal people, which therapist would believe someone has been cloned?).

10- What are their parallels, whether in their personalities or their histories?

I think the previous answer covers this a bit, but also… the fact they're forced to keep fighting Orochi because that's what their clans do, with no chance to say no to this (When Iori got offered that possibility at the end of XIII he refused it and got his Magatama again, because he knows he has no choice. Without him Orochi can't be stopped, even if both Chizuru and Chin also told him to not get his Jewell back and try to live a normal life; and Kyo, we all know he ALWAYS complains about his role in all of this, that he doesn't want to do it, but even if he has to be forced, he always does his part).

Also, Iori and Chizuru have the parallel of both growing up quickly without much family support, losing people they loved and live ith that guilt, both losing their powers thanks to Ash's shenanigans. They also still do their job as Treasures, without having the choice of quitting (Chizuru's clan is the one keeping the Seal safe, for Iori is a personal issue since he's paying for the price of what his ancestor did 660 years ago).

They're also both quiet and reserved, whether Kyo is an extrovert (but that in the OT3, he uses this more cheerful part of his personality to make his lovers feels loved and cherished).

III. LOVE

10 - What do they like best about each other?

Aside from the obvious physical attraction they have for each other (I mean, Iori is gorgeous, Chizuru is basically a top model clad in miku attire and Kyo is definitely handsome when he keeps his mouth shut :p), they all have those aspect of each other they learned to love: Kyo might be childish at time, but more often than not, that side of him brings much joy in his lovers, as he's still capable to enjoy simple things that they never experienced before and maybe even just considered "not for them": for example, I always imagined both of them never had cotton candy when they were kids (it's not very "old fashioned clan"-like) and never thought of trying it once they grew up, so Kyo decided they HAD to try it, and loved how their faces lit up when observig how cotton candy is made and while trying it; or like, enjoying a bath all of them together (Iori's home tub is big enough for two people, but they manage to fit in there all even in three lol), having cookies and milk as a snack… he's able to make them experience that carefree part of life they never had, and making them feel loved. Also, the Kusanagi clan of course learned about the throuple, and while some members weren't very fond of it (old guard finds this too "weird", also, how dare Kyo to bring a YAGAMI inside the family?!), Saisyu and Shizuka welcomed them with open arms, so Kyo also gave them a loving family.

Kyo, on the other hand, is always amazed by how smart and hot his lovers are, but also how different they are from the idea he had of them: he learned Chizuru isn't only the strict priestess he knew, but also a dad-jokes lover pretty girl who shares with him his love for bikes, who enjoys cuddles and naps like him, and that behind that grumpy and scary attitude, Iori hides a caring personality who's extremely protective of his lovers and very nurtuting, caring about them in his own special ways (cooking for an army, but also keeping in mind all the things they love and be sure he stocks on those, like snacks and drink, or things they might find useful like what kind of wax they use for their bikes).

13 - How do they make up after an argument? Who is the first one to apologize?

It really depends by how big the argument is, but… in general, all of them are a bit childish in this, and stubborn, ending up being stuck on their positions and/or hiding their feelings and say everything is fine until they explode (this is mostly Chizuru, hiding everything until she can't hold it anymore) and they have a huge argument who either ends up with some tears and talk, or… another big argument and, hopefully, someone who finally decides to step in and talk. This has been Chizuru most of the times, as she's usually the most mature among them, but it really depends from what the reason of the argument was.

IV. DOMESTIC LIFE

10 - Who is more likely to convince the other to come back to sleep in the morning?

Chizuru and Kyo. Iori is a creative, a singer and a musician, so is not rare he either stays up late to works on his music, OR he wakes up in the middle of the night because he had thought of a great lyrics and he wants to write it down so he doesn't forget it and don't worry it will take me five minutes, go back to bed (and then he stays up until 6AM). But let's not forget Kyo's 3AM wtf questions, like "Why is called boob sweat and not HUMIDITITTIES?".

11 - Who hogs the blankets or takes up more than their fair share of the bed? Who puts their cold feet on the other? Who are the big and little spoons?

Iori is the blanked hoarder, he likes to curl in them, especially in winter. Chizuru moves a lot, so sometimes she takes too much space.

I never thought about the cold feet thing, but given my Kyo likes to try and hold them both when sleeping together, even putting his leg across both his lovers, then this is probably him, lol.

And the order for big/little spoon in the throuple is: Iori likes to big spoon Chizuru (tho he also really enjoy being hugged by her and bury his face in her chest. He does the same with Kyo), but he also loves being big spooned by Kyo. Kyo enjoys every kind of combo as long as he can touch and cuddle them (he's a very touchy-feel person and very cuddly, so as long as cuddles are involves he's down for it, giving, reciving, JUST LET HIM TOUCH HIS PARTNERS).

Thank you for your ask!