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maybe we should forget this even happened.
i'm just going to... leave.
Robb Stark
i'm just going to... leave.
maybe we should forget this even happened.
Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader
As a child, you often wondered if Catelyn Stark had a sixth sense. She always seemed to know when you and Robb were up to no good, whether it was sneaking out of Winterfell or trying to convince the cooks for more sweets. There'd always been a knowing look in her eye and the way she'd smile at you and Robb, one single brow raising and hands coming to rest on her waist. 'Now, what are you boys up to?' She'd ask, but you and Robb knew by then the plan was ruined.
And now? Well, now you prayed her sixth sense had grown faulty because if you were caught in bed with the heir to Winterfell, you could only pray to the old gods the Starks would be merciful enough to only send you to the Wall.
You moved carefully and slowly, sliding the fur blankets off your body and exposing your bare skin to the cold air wafting in through the cracked open window. Your nose crinkled as the wood supporting the bed creaked and groaned loudly, barely sparing a glance over your shoulder at the sleeping man before standing and hurrying to collect your clothes off the floor. You'd done this dance plenty of times over the years, mainly with drunken flings, but this time you weren't slipping away from a brothel worker or a maiden. This time you were slipping away from your best friend.
Hurriedly tucking your shirt into your pants to avoid the risk of looking suspicious while leaving the room, you spun on your heel and searched the stone floor for your coat. "Where are you off to in such a hurry?" A groggy voice questioned and you tensed completely, fingers curling around the top of your pants. The old gods despised you, you were certain of it. "The hunting trip is tomorrow, (Y/N)."
"I'm aware of that." For a man who'd just awoken to find his closest childhood companion getting dressed after a drunken night together, Robb started far too calm for your liking. Perhaps reality hadn't set in completely or whatever he'd drunk the night prior still had some sort of effect on him.
"Look at me." He murmured, and when you remained with your back turned to him, he spoke again in his 'future Lord of Winterfell' tone that he scarcely used when you were alone with him. "Look at me, (Y/N)."
"My father will wonder where I ran off to, Robb." You told him with a quiet sigh and reluctantly turned around to face him. He certainly looked wide awake to you. His light-colored eyes gazed at you with what you swore was amusement and he reached his arm out to lazily pat the empty side of the bed in a silent invitation, or order. You dug your teeth into the inside of your bottom lip. If either of his parents even caught a glimpse of him, they'd spiral into a lecture that'd end in a threat of sending you away.
"Come." He groaned, his impatience reminding you of his younger, more brutish sister. "Your family can wait."
"Why are you acting as if any of this is normal, Robb? I cannot be caught in your quarters while you look like that. Maybe- Maybe we should forget this even happened. It was a mistake that will not happen again-"
"You were the one that kissed me." Robb's lips formed a frown and he pushed himself up, bushy brows knitting tightly together. You despised making Robb upset, especially when his pretty eyes were as expressive as words, but it was necessary. You inhaled and forced yourself to look away from him, finally noticing your coat draped over a chair and across the room. You silently moved and slipped it on, properly concealing yourself from the cold and turning to face the man. "Do you not even wish to talk-"
"No, Robb. I'm... I'm just going to... leave. And we'll pretend as if nothing occurred, alright? You'll go back to being the heir of Winterfell and I'll go back to being the kennel master's son, just as it should and always will be."
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illicit affairs
PAIRING : dean w. & reader
inspired by illicit affairs - taylor swift
A/N : this is my first ever fic, sorry if it's bad. I tried my best. Keep in mind english isn't my first language, so my apologies if there are any spelling mistakes! Any tips r appreciated. Hope you enjoy the fic!
Warnings : affair, swear words, unloyalty
Summary : while Dean dated Lisa, he was seeing you on the side. He was unloyal to Lisa, and obviously Lisa had no idea he was cheating on her. He kept telling you that he would break up with Lisa soon, but when he didn't, you were mad. Eventually, you had enough and brought it up, and that led to an argument.
You and Dean weren't dating, and that was your issue with this whole ordeal. He wasn't yours to take, but you had wanted him for yourself. Were you selfish? Maybe. Did you care? Hell, no. You wanted— no, needed Dean.
Sure, you had flings here and there, but you wanted to date him, not just go on meaningless flings which he would have to leave soon after due to his girlfriend — Lisa.
And when you had finally brought up when he would break up with her, he would usually reply by saying "Soon, baby. I just need to find the right time. But soon, don't ya' worry your pretty little head." And you had believed him — the first few times — before you realised he was just saying that so you wouldn't ask anymore.
It was all just starting to get on your nerves, really. You wanted Dean, but he kept brushing you off. You had hated when he told you he would break up with her "soon" even though he clearly wouldn't. You were just the other woman. His distraction. But you wanted to be more than that. You wanted to be his girlfriend. Not just the mistress. So you finally decided to properly talk to him about it.
So, when Dean had came into the motel room that you were in, you immediately spoke up, giving him no chance to speak first.
"Dean, we need to talk. I can't keep doing this." You spoke, a hint of anger and even sadness crept up to your voice. You needed to talk, that much was obvious.
"What's happening? Is this about last week?" He said in a confused tone, he really had no idea what you meant. And it just angered you more.
"I don't wanna be your mistress, Dean. I wanna be yours. Just yours. Not your mistress, not the other woman, your girlfriend, Dean." You spoke angrily. You were right, though. You were sick of this. You hated being in secret with him. You wanted to be with him. In public. Be his girlfriend.
"Baby, it's not for long, I'll break up with Lisa soon, I promise." He said, even though you both knew he was lying. And he had no right to call you baby anymore.
"Don't call me baby. Look at this godforsaken mess that you made me!" You yelled, not caring if you were too loud. You were getting mad. You loved him for fucks sake! "I hate being your side piece! Fuck- I... You've ruined me! I'm a fucking homewrecker!" You yelled out once more, hating this whole ordeal.
"Baby, I promise I'll break up with Lisa soon. You've overreacting." He said, trying to get you to calm down, he took a few steps forward, trying to be calm about this. He knew you were right, and he hates it.
"Stop calling me that! I'm not yours anymore! Dean, you don't get it. You're like a drug that only worked the first few times." You backed away from him. "You just lie and you lie and you lie! You showed me colors you know I cant see with anyone else!" You yelled out, tears springing in your eyes.
"Calm down, sweetheart. It's okay, I'll break up with Lisa, I'm not lying. I'll do it tomorrow, I promise." He sighed, a pleading look in his eyes.
"No! You know, that's the thing about illicit affairs a-and clandestine meetings and longing stares! It's born from just one single time, but it dies, Dean! And you know damn well, for you I would ruin myself. Just to be your girlfriend and not the other woman." You stormed out of the motel room to your car, deciding you and him were over. You had enough.
"Sweetheart, wait!" He tried to stop you, but he was too late. You had already driven away. And that was it. He had lost you. Forever.
Hope you enjoyed the fic!
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Day 4 of writing for blade until he comes home.
Blade x fem! Reader
Minors/blank blogs dni
This mini 'series' doesn't have an official timeline, it's all over the place, aka tomorrow I might write their first meeting only to write their 1st year anniversary the next day. Just an example.
Warnings: implied violent thoughts, mention of murder/death, slight possessiveness if you squint, toxic-ish relationship cuz blade would not be able to keep a healthy one, implied past sex.
Could be read as yandere but not intended to be. So I'll tag it just in case.
In which you're scared but unable to walk away.
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You can't help but walk on eggshells around him.
No name given to you, your brother basically shoving this 6'2 man to you, who looks so bored it could practically be his entire personality. Black hair that reaches below the waist, the tips red. His eyes are also a unique color, red with golden rings within. And he's your 'travel buddy', which is really a nice way to say bodyguard.
It's been two since then, no longer as naive as you once were, unable to ignore the shady business your brother partakes in. Unable to pretend that this man seated next to you on your own bed, is anything but a crazed criminal, his wanted posters being torn down as quickly as possible outside. But for your own safety, you still play the part of a naive young woman - barely any knowledge of the outside world yet a bit temperamental at times.
You're scared of being killed.
Hurt.
Tortured.
And so much worse and even so, you allowed him in, Blade looking around your room with some interest. Books scattered around instead of being placed in the bookshelf, stuffed animals decorating your bed's corners and the opposite side of your perfered sleeping spot. A computer desk that's way too cluttered with resumes and job sites, a few empty coffee cups from earlier that day -
You allowed this criminal into your room. The worst part was that he wasn't the only one - your brother counts, too. And Kafka as well. And maybe even you, just for being related to and associated with them.
Maybe you're even worse.
You allowed yourself to become involved both romantically and sexually with a wanted criminal, one who may go crazy at any moment. It's even worse when you bring up the fact he's Mara struck, if you heard right. The worst part is that you're considering alerting the authorities.
You only found out their names through the wanted posters and kept your mouth shut about it.
No wonder your brother was so paranoid about leaving you alone. He can't monitor your activities, your access to the internet, can't control where you go outside. But he couldn't exactly keep you locked up either, the guilt would kill him. But apparently the guilt wasn't enough, still forcing you to act like the perfect sister, never ask questions and play pretend.
He knows that you know.
You just hope that Blade doesn't.
"It's your first time being in my room, huh?"
And hopefully the last.
"Hm." Blade doesn't say much, arms crossed and doesn't say much. Or anything at all really, letting out a sigh after a few more minutes of silence.
You forgot why he's even here.
"Your brother is worried about you," he doesn't look at you and you don't look at him. Your attention is on the T.V, trying to tune out his voice, his smell, his very presence because if you don't, you might scream. Scream at him for keeping it a secret, for lying to you too, for making you fall for him when he's the incarceration of evil -
He hasn't exactly given you a proper reason to be afraid of him. But after reading his list of crimes, it's hard to see him in the same light, especially when there's video evidence, victim reports from those who managed to get away somehow. Just when you finally were starting to open up to him, getting to know him properly, you found out everything thanks to a single wanted poster shown on the screen for but a second before the channel was changed by a maid.
Everyone knew expect you.
"Is he now? Hard to believe considering he sent a man into my room instead of a woman." You don't mean to bite back, but it's either that or let the fear reveal itself in your voice. Your actions. So, you cut yourself off from him, reverting to your past self from a year ago when you first met him.
Masking your fear with annoyance. Convincing yourself he's annoying rather than scary. It barely worked and it's barely helping now.
"He knows I don't have any dubious intent concerning you. I don't see why you're so uncomfortable with this, considering we... 'shared' a hotel room once. Plus the door is open," he gestures to it with his head.
The memory of the hotel room brings warmth to your face. Whispered praises, soft touches, kisses that lasted longer than needed. You can feel him looking at you, now.
You still don't look at him. Your entire body is tense, and it's obvious be can tell. From the way he decides to look at you and take in your appearance, to how he raises a brow, not understanding just why you're like this.
You did a 180.
From sharing secret and gentle touches, hidden kisses in the hallways, lingering looks as you pass by each other. Now you can barely look at him, and you're aware he's confused and maybe even a bit hurt - if he wasn't using you. It was a perfect plan on his part, worming his way into your heart, insurance in case anyone were to find out and rat him out, you could be there to lie for him.
But everything felt too genuine and that makes the matter worse.
"It's stuffy in here," standing up, you smooth out your dress, the skirt all wrinkled now. You try to ignore the way Blade stares at you, from your face to the way your legs move, unable to settle on one place. You can't tell if you're shivering from fear or slight arousal.
Just like how you can't tell if he wants to love you or kill you at times.
You're scared that he's going to hurt you. Go crazy and kill everyone in this house. Hurt himself.
You both fear and love him, but the fear is stronger than the love.
Blade reaches out from his position on the bed, hands resting on your sides before bringing you closer. You don't resist, allowing him to place you between his legs, trying your best not to flinch. He hasn't hurt you yet, he's still being gentle, he's still -
"We're the only ones here right now. Everyone left to either go home or attend to their business." His thumbs rub circles into your hips, tilting his head as his eyes travel between your thighs and your chest.
Your body freezes over. He just said your brother sent him to check on you, and now he's asking for...?
"I'm... I'm not really in the mood." You squeak in surprise when he brings you down with him, straddling him as he lays on his back. Locking eyes with you, his hands travel lower until they rest on your upper thighs. He hums in content.
"I know. But it's the perfect time for you to tell me what's wrong." The way his fingers dig into your flesh unsettles you. The look in his eyes do as well, both possessive and cautious. How did you not notice this before?
"Just tired. I didn't realize job hunting could be tedious," you settle down on him, gently placing your hands on his lower abdomen like you always would, drawing circles on it. When unsure and scared, revert to old habits that led to positive results.
You could feel him relax to your touch. Like his worries were disappearing, but not fully. You try your best not to cringe when one of his hands clasps over yours. His hold on it is gentle.
You wonder if these same hands strangled someone to death, or if he just stabbed them. They're blood stained, and you had allowed them to touch you, pleasure you, comfort you. And now they might strangle you someday, if he doesn't stab his sword through your heart first. And yet, despite everything, it still feels nice.
"Hm. Something else is going on in that head of yours," his grip on your hand gets tighter. In the past, you thought he would do such things because he didn't want to let go. But now knowing his past, finally putting a name to the look in his eyes, you're sure he wants to hurt you.
You remember him saying how to love something is to kill it, and to kill it is to love it.
You're scared he was talking about you. You want him to use you if loving you meant killing you. Because then throwing you away wouldn't spell the end of your life. But loving you would.
Even so, it almost hurts to think that.
"I wish you would tell me your real name." You all but sigh out, dropping your weight onto him, chest pressed against his, head nuzzled into the crook of his neck. He can't see your expression this way, the way your lips quiver and how wide your eyes are with every passing second.
His arms enclose around you, and for once, you hate how touch starved he is. You hate how his touch both comforts and horrifies you. You can't make you your mind, but you're still scared of him regardless.
He doesn't say anything, but once again, his grip gets tighter and tighter until -
"I know that you know."
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Maybe Next Time Part 2
pairings: miya atsumu x fem reader
wordcount: 6,6k
warnings: charming atsumu, flirty atsumu, atsumu being atsumu, fear of butterflies, wholesome, flirty, dating action
a/n: part two of maybe next time~ this is a long one.
synopsis: in which you run into atsumu a second time and he convinces you to go on a date with him. Part one can be read here:
Part 1 // Ao3 - Maybe Next Time
And that wasn't the last time you crossed paths with Atsumu Miya. The following week, as the bell rang to signal the end of class, you gathered your belongings and made your way towards the door, surrounded by your chattering classmates. As you stepped out into the bustling corridor, your foot caught on a loose tile and you stumbled forward, sending your textbook tumbling across the floor. It slid straight towards someone's back, disrupting their conversation with a girl they were flirting with. Their attention was immediately drawn to the book lying at their feet, and then up to meet your apologetic gaze.
Your eyes widened as you locked gazes with none other than Atsumu Miya. His golden-brown eyes sparkled with recognition, a slow grin spreading across his face as he bent to retrieve your fallen textbook. The girl he'd been talking to faded into the background, completely forgotten as Atsumu's attention zeroed in on you with laser-like focus.
"Well, well," he drawled, that hint of a southern twang coloring his words. "Looks like fate's determined to throw us together, pretty."
He sauntered towards you, your textbook held out like an offering. The corridor seemed to narrow, the bustling crowd of students fading away until it felt like just the two of you existed in that moment. Atsumu's presence was magnetic, drawing you in despite your better judgment.
"I believe you owe me something," he said, quirking an eyebrow.
You felt your cheeks flush as Atsumu approached, that infuriating smirk still plastered on his face. You reached out to take your textbook, but he pulled it back at the last second, holding it just out of reach.
"Ah ah," he tsked, wagging a finger. "Not so fast. I believe we had a deal, pretty."
You rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the way your heart rate had picked up. "I said if I ever saw you again, not the next time. There's a difference."
Atsumu's grin only widened. "Semantics. Come on now, don't be shy. I've been dying to put a name to that beautiful face."
Against your better judgment, you found yourself fighting back a smile. His persistence was oddly charming, in an annoying sort of way.
You sighed dramatically, holding out your hand for your textbook. "Fine. It's [Y/N]. Happy now?"
Atsumu's eyes lit up as he savored your name, repeating it softly. "[Y/N]," he said, testing how it felt on his tongue. "Beautiful name for a beautiful girl."
He handed over your textbook, but not before letting his fingers brush against yours deliberately. The brief contact sent a jolt through you that you tried desperately to ignore.
"Well, now that we're properly introduced," Atsumu continued, leaning casually against the wall beside you, "how about we grab a coffee? I'd love to get to know you better, [Y/N]."
You clutched your textbook to your chest, trying to maintain some semblance of composure. "I appreciate the offer, but I'm actually running late for my next class."
Atsumu's smile didn't falter. "Rain check then? I'm not letting you slip away that easily, [Y/N]."
You bit your lip, torn between curiosity and caution. "Maybe. We'll see."
As you turned to leave, Atsumu called out, "I'll be at the campus coffee shop tomorrow at 3. Just in case you change your mind."
You glanced back, seeing that infuriating smirk still in place. With a noncommittal shrug, you hurried off to your next class, trying to ignore the way your heart was racing.
The next day, you found yourself hesitating outside the campus coffee shop at 2:55 pm.
You stood outside the coffee shop, your hand hovering over the door handle. Part of you wanted to turn around and walk away, to avoid getting entangled with someone like Atsumu Miya. But another part of you, a part you were trying desperately to ignore, was intrigued.
Taking a deep breath, you pushed open the door and stepped inside. The rich aroma of coffee enveloped you as your eyes scanned the shop. There, in a corner booth, sat Atsumu. His golden hair caught the afternoon sunlight streaming through the window, giving him an almost ethereal glow. As if sensing your presence, he looked up and locked eyes with you, that trademark smirk spreading across his face.
You approached his table, trying to appear nonchalant despite the nervous flutter in your stomach. "Fancy meeting you here," you said dryly.
Atsumu's eyes lit up as you approached, his smirk transforming into a genuine smile. "Well, well. Look who decided to grace me with her presence after all." He gestured to the seat across from him. "I was starting to think you might stand me up."
You slid into the booth, setting your bag beside you. "I was tempted," you admitted. "But curiosity got the better of me."
"Curiosity about little old me?" Atsumu placed a hand over his heart in mock surprise. "I'm flattered."
You rolled your eyes, but couldn't quite suppress the smile tugging at your lips. "Don't let it go to your head. I'm just here for the coffee."
"Of course," Atsumu nodded solemnly, though his eyes danced with amusement. He waved over a waitress. "What's your poison, [Y/N]?"
"Just a latte, please," you told the waitress.
"Make that two," Atsumu added with a wink. As the waitress walked away, he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. "So, [Y/N], tell me something about yourself that would surprise me."
You raised an eyebrow. "What makes you think I want to surprise you?"
Atsumu's grin widened. "Because you're here, aren't you? Despite your better judgment,”
You couldn't help but smile at his boldness. "Fair point. Alright, let's see..." You tapped your chin thoughtfully. "I'm actually a competitive rock climber. I've been doing it since I was a kid."
Atsumu's eyebrows shot up, genuine surprise crossing his features. "No kidding? That's pretty badass. I wouldn't have pegged you for an adrenaline junkie."
"There's a lot you don't know about me," you replied with a sly smile.
"I'm looking forward to finding out," Atsumu said, his voice low and intense. The way he looked at you made your breath catch in your throat.
The waitress arrived with your lattes, breaking the moment. You wrapped your hands around the warm mug, grateful for the distraction.
"So, volleyball star," you said after taking a sip. "Tell me something about yourself that would surprise me."
Atsumu leaned back, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. "Hmm, let's see..." He drummed his fingers on the table, then snapped them. "Got it. I'm actually terrified of butterflies."
You nearly choked on your latte. "Butterflies? You're joking."
"Wish I was," Atsumu said with a self-deprecating chuckle. "Something about those fluttering wings just creeps me out. My twin brother Osamu never lets me live it down."
You couldn't help but laugh. "The big, bad volleyball player, brought down by a butterfly. That's priceless."
"Hey now, don't go spreading that around campus," Atsumu warned, but his eyes were twinkling with amusement. "I've got a reputation to uphold, you know."
You mimed zipping your lips. "Your secret's safe with me. Though I might need to keep that information in my back pocket, just in case."
"In case of what?" Atsumu leaned forward, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Planning on using it against me someday, [Y/N]?"
The way he said your name sent a shiver down your spine. You took another sip of your latte to hide your reaction. "Maybe. A girl's got to have some leverage."
Atsumu chuckled, a deep, rich sound that seemed to reverberate through you. "I like the way you think. Clever and beautiful – a dangerous combination,”
As your coffee date drew to a close, you found yourself reluctant to leave. The easy banter and surprising depth of conversation with Atsumu had been unexpectedly enjoyable. You'd discussed everything from your respective sports to favorite books and movies, discovering a shared love of true crime documentaries and spicy food.
"Well, I hate to cut this short," you said, glancing at your watch, "but I've got a study group in twenty minutes."
Atsumu's face fell slightly, but he quickly masked it with a smile. "Time flies when you're having fun, huh? Thanks for giving me a chance, [Y/N]. I had a great time."
You hesitated for a moment, then pulled out your phone. "You know, we should probably exchange numbers. You know, in case I need to warn you about any butterfly sightings on campus."
Atsumu's eyes lit up, a grin spreading across his face. "Well, aren't you just full of surprises? Here I thought I'd have to work a lot harder to get your number."
You rolled your eyes, but couldn't suppress your own smile. "Don't let it go to your head. It's purely for butterfly-related emergencies."
As you exchanged numbers, your fingers brushed against his, sending a jolt of electricity through you. You quickly pulled your hand back, hoping he hadn't noticed your reaction.
"Well, [Y/N]," Atsumu said, standing up as you gathered your things. "It's been a pleasure. I look forward to our next... butterfly emergency."
You laughed, shaking your head. "You're ridiculous, you know that?"
"Part of my charm," he winked, holding the door open for you as you exited.
As you exited the coffee shop, Atsumu fell into step beside you. The late afternoon sun cast a warm glow over the campus, making his blonde hair shine like spun gold. You were acutely aware of his presence, the subtle scent of his cologne teasing your senses.
"So," Atsumu drawled, his hands casually tucked into his pockets, "about that next butterfly emergency..."
You raised an eyebrow, fighting back a smile. "Oh? And when exactly do you expect that to happen?"
He grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Well, you never know. Those pesky insects could strike at any moment. We should probably have a plan in place. Maybe dinner tomorrow night?"
You couldn't help but laugh at his persistence. "Smooth, Miya. Very smooth."
"I try," he shrugged.
As you walked towards your study group, you found yourself actually considering Atsumu's dinner invitation. There was something undeniably charming about him, despite his reputation as a fuckboy.
"I'll think about it," you said finally, stopping as you reached the library steps. "But no promises."
Atsumu's grin widened. "I'll take it. You won't regret it if you say yes, [Y/N]. I promise to keep the butterfly talk to a minimum."
You rolled your eyes, but couldn't suppress a smile. "Goodbye, Atsumu," you said, turning to head into the library.
"Until next time, [Y/N]," he called after you.
As you settled into your study group, you found your thoughts drifting back to your coffee date with Atsumu. His easy charm and surprising depth had caught you off guard. You tried to focus on your textbook, but images of his golden hair and mischievous smirk kept intruding.
"Earth to [Y/N]," your friend Mei waved a hand in front of your face. "Where'd you go just now?"
You blinked, shaking your head to clear it. "Sorry, just... distracted."
Mei's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Uh-huh. This wouldn't have anything to do with a certain blonde volleyball player, would it?"
Heat rushed to your cheeks. "What? No, of course not."
"Mhmm," Mei hummed, clearly unconvinced. "Spill. I saw you two coming out of the coffee shop earlier. Since when are you hanging out with Atsumu Miya?"
You sighed, knowing there was no point in trying to hide it from your perceptive friend. "It was just coffee. We ran into each other yesterday and he asked me out. I was curious, that's all."
Mei's eyes widened. "Curious? Girl, do you know how many girls would kill to be in your shoes right now? Atsumu Miya is like, the hottest guy on campus."
You rolled your eyes. "He's also got a reputation as a major player. I'm not looking to be another notch on his bedpost."
"But...?" Mei prompted, sensing your hesitation.
You bit your lip. "But..." you hesitated, trying to find the right words. "He surprised me. There's more to him than just the cocky athlete everyone sees. He's actually kind of...charming."
Mei squealed, earning a harsh "Shh!" from the librarian. She lowered her voice to an excited whisper. "I knew it! You like him!"
You felt your cheeks flush. "I didn't say that. I just...I don't know. Maybe I misjudged him."
"So are you going to see him again?" Mei pressed, leaning in eagerly.
You sighed, running a hand through your hair. "He asked me to dinner tomorrow night."
"And?" Mei was practically bouncing in her seat.
"And I said I'd think about it," you admitted.
Mei groaned. "Girl, what is there to think about?”
"Plenty," you hissed, glancing around to make sure no one else was listening. "Look, I know Atsumu has a reputation. I can't just ignore that."
Mei rolled her eyes. "People change, you know. Maybe he's genuinely interested in you."
You chewed your lip, considering her words. "Maybe. But what if I'm just setting myself up to get hurt?"
"What if you're not?" Mei countered. "Come on, [Y/N]. When's the last time you took a chance on someone? You deserve to have some fun."
You sighed, knowing she had a point. It had been a while since you'd let yourself get close to anyone romantically. The fear of getting hurt had kept you guarded, but maybe it was time to take a risk.
"Fine," you relented. "I'll text him after this and say yes to dinner."
Mei squealed again, earning another glare from the librarian. "Yes! You won't regret it, I promise."
You tried to focus on studying for the next hour, but your mind kept drifting to thoughts of Atsumu and your upcoming dinner date. When the study session finally ended, you pulled out your phone with shaky hands.
[Y/N]: Hey, about that dinner tomorrow... I'm in if the offer still stands.
You hit send before you could second-guess yourself. Almost immediately, three dots appeared, indicating Atsumu was typing a response.
Atsumu's reply came through almost instantly:
[Atsumu]: Offer definitely still stands. I was hoping you'd say yes. Pick you up at 7?
You couldn't help but smile at his eagerness.
[Y/N]: Sounds good. Where are we going?
[Atsumu]: It's a surprise. Wear something nice ;)
You rolled your eyes at the winking emoji, but felt a flutter of excitement in your stomach.
[Y/N]: Mysterious. Alright, I'll play along. See you at 7.
[Atsumu]: Can't wait :)
You put your phone away, trying to ignore the way your heart was racing. What had you gotten yourself into?
The next evening, you found yourself standing in front of your closet, agonizing over what to wear. Mei had insisted on coming over to help you get ready, and she was currently sprawled across your bed, flipping through a fashion magazine.
"What about that little black dress?" Mei suggested, not looking up from her magazine.
You pulled out the dress in question, holding it up to your body as you looked in the mirror. "I don't know... isn't it a bit much for a first date?"
Mei finally looked up, raising an eyebrow. "He said to wear something nice, didn't he? Trust me, that dress is perfect. You'll knock his socks off."
You bit your lip, considering. The dress was certainly flattering, hugging your curves in all the right places. But it also felt like a statement - like you were expecting something to happen.
"Come on!” Mei cheered.
You hesitated for a moment longer before deciding to take the plunge. "Alright, the black dress it is," you said, slipping it on. The silky fabric felt cool against your skin as you smoothed it down.
Mei let out a low whistle. "Damn girl, you look hot. Atsumu won't know what hit him."
You rolled your eyes but couldn't help smiling at your reflection. The dress did look good, hugging your curves in all the right places. You paired it with some strappy heels and simple jewelry, not wanting to overdo it.
As you were putting the finishing touches on your makeup, your phone buzzed with a text.
[Atsumu]: On my way. Can't wait to see you :)
Your stomach fluttered with nervous excitement. This was really happening.
"He's on his way," you told Mei.
You took one last look in the mirror, smoothing down your dress and taking a deep breath. Mei gave you an encouraging thumbs up as you grabbed your purse and headed downstairs to wait for Atsumu.
A few minutes later, you heard a car pull up outside. Your heart raced as you peeked out the window, seeing Atsumu step out of a sleek black sports car. He was dressed in dark slacks and a crisp white button-down shirt, the sleeves rolled up to reveal his toned forearms. His blonde hair was artfully tousled, and he carried a small bouquet of flowers.
You opened the door just as he was about to knock, catching him by surprise. His eyes widened as he took in your appearance, his gaze trailing slowly from your heels up to your face.
"Wow," he breathed, a genuine smile replacing his usual smirk. "You look absolutely stunning, [Y/N]."
You felt a blush creep up your cheeks at his intense gaze. "Thanks. You clean up pretty well yourself."
Atsumu chuckled, running a hand through his hair. "I try. Oh, these are for you," he said, holding out the bouquet of flowers.
You took them, inhaling their sweet scent. "They're beautiful. Thank you."
"Not as beautiful as you," Atsumu said softly, his eyes never leaving yours.
You rolled your eyes playfully, trying to ignore the way your heart fluttered at his words. "Smooth talker. Let me just put these in water and we can go."
As you turned to head back inside, you caught sight of Mei peeking around the corner, giving you an enthusiastic thumbs up. You shot her a warning glare before quickly putting the flowers in a vase.
When you returned, Atsumu was leaning casually against his car, looking like he'd stepped out of a magazine. He straightened up as you approached, opening the passenger door for you with a flourish.
"Your chariot awaits, my lady," he said with an exaggerated bow.
You laughed, sliding into the leather seat. "Such a gentleman. Who knew?"
Atsumu grinned as he got in the driver's side. "I'm full of surprises."
As he pulled away from the curb, you felt a mix of excitement and nervousness flutter in your stomach. "So, are you going to tell me where we're going?"
"Nope," Atsumu said, popping the 'p' with a mischievous grin. "Just sit back and enjoy the ride."
As Atsumu navigated through the city streets, you found yourself relaxing into easy conversation. He asked about your classes, your rock climbing, your family - seeming genuinely interested in your answers. In turn, you learned more about his volleyball career, his relationship with his twin brother, and his childhood in the countryside.
Before you knew it, Atsumu was pulling into a parking lot near the waterfront. "We're here," he announced, killing the engine.
You looked around curiously. "Where exactly is 'here'?"
Atsumu just winked, coming around to open your door. "You'll see."
He offered his hand to help you out of the car, and you took it, trying to ignore the spark that shot through you at his touch.
As you stepped onto the sidewalk, Atsumu kept hold of your hand, interlacing his fingers with yours. The gesture felt surprisingly natural, and you found yourself not wanting to let go.
He led you down a cobblestone path that wound along the waterfront. The sun was just beginning to set, casting a warm glow over the harbor and bathing everything in golden light. The air was crisp and salty, carrying the faint sound of lapping waves and distant seagulls.
"It's beautiful here," you murmured, taking in the scenery.
Atsumu smiled, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. "Just wait, it gets better."
As you rounded a bend in the path, you saw a small, elegant restaurant nestled against the rocks. Its patio extended out over the water on stilts, strings of twinkling lights crisscrossing overhead.
You gasped softly as you took in the romantic scene. "Wow, Atsumu. This is... incredible."
He grinned, looking pleased with your reaction. "I hoped you'd like it. It's a bit of a hidden gem - not many people know about it."
As you approached the restaurant, a smiling hostess greeted you. "Mr. Miya, your table is ready. Right this way, please."
Atsumu guided you onto the patio, his hand resting lightly on the small of your back. The hostess led you to a secluded table at the far end of the deck, offering a breathtaking view of the harbor and the setting sun.
"This is perfect," you said as Atsumu pulled out your chair. "How did you find this place?"
He sat across from you, his eyes twinkling in the soft lighting.
"I stumbled upon it by accident a few months ago," Atsumu explained, a fond smile playing on his lips. "I was out for a run along the waterfront and got a bit turned around. Ended up here just as the sun was setting. I knew I had to come back someday with someone special."
His gaze held yours intensely as he said those last words, making your breath catch. You quickly picked up your menu, needing a moment to compose yourself.
"The seafood here is incredible," Atsumu continued, seemingly unaware of the effect he was having on you. "I'd recommend the grilled octopus as a starter."
You nodded, grateful for the change of subject. "Sounds perfect."
As you perused the menu, a waiter appeared to take your drink orders. Atsumu ordered a bottle of white wine for the table, glancing at you.
You nodded your approval at Atsumu's wine selection, impressed by his knowledge. As the waiter poured your glasses, you took a moment to really look at Atsumu in the soft lighting. The golden glow of the setting sun highlighted his chiseled features, making his eyes sparkle. You found yourself getting lost in those warm brown depths.
"See something you like?" Atsumu teased, catching you staring.
You felt heat rush to your cheeks but decided to own it. "Maybe," you replied with a coy smile. "The view is pretty spectacular."
Atsumu's eyes widened slightly, clearly not expecting your boldness. A slow grin spread across his face. "It certainly is," he said softly, his gaze never leaving yours.
The intensity of the moment was broken by the waiter returning to take your order.
You both opted for the grilled octopus starter, followed by the chef's special seafood risotto for you and the seared scallops for Atsumu. As you waited for your food, the conversation flowed easily between you.
"So, tell me more about your rock climbing," Atsumu said, leaning forward with genuine interest. "How did you get into it?"
You smiled, always happy to talk about your passion. "My dad introduced me to it when I was little. We used to go on camping trips, and he'd take me bouldering. I just fell in love with the challenge, the adrenaline rush. It's like solving a puzzle with your whole body."
Atsumu nodded, looking impressed. "That's amazing. I can definitely relate to that feeling - it's similar to what I experience on the volleyball court. That moment when everything just clicks and you're in perfect sync with your body and the game."
You nodded enthusiastically. "Exactly! It's like you become one with the rock face, or in your case, the volleyball. Everything else just fades away."
"I'd love to see you climb sometime," Atsumu said, his eyes twinkling. "Maybe you could give me a lesson?"
You laughed, picturing the tall, muscular volleyball player trying to navigate a bouldering wall. "I don't know, are you sure you can handle it? It's a lot different from volleyball."
Atsumu leaned back, a cocky grin spreading across his face. "Oh, I think I can handle anything you throw at me, [Y/N]."
The way he said your name sent a shiver down your spine. You were saved from having to respond by the arrival of your appetizers.
The grilled octopus was perfectly tender, complemented by a tangy lemon sauce. You savored each bite, impressed by Atsumu's recommendation.
"This is delicious," you said, gesturing to the dish with your fork. "You weren't kidding about the seafood here."
Atsumu smiled, looking pleased. "I'm glad you like it. I have to admit, I was a bit nervous about bringing you here. I wanted everything to be perfect."
His admission of nervousness surprised you. It was hard to imagine the confident volleyball star being anxious about anything, let alone a date with you.
"Really?" you asked, tilting your head curiously. "You seemed so sure of yourself when you asked me out."
Atsumu chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "Well, I didn't want to show how nervous I actually was. To be honest, I've been wanting to ask you out for a while now."
Your eyebrows raised in surprise. "Really? But we barely knew each other before the other day."
"I noticed you around campus," Atsumu admitted, his cheeks flushing slightly. "You caught my eye in the library a few times. And I may have asked around about you a bit."
You felt a flutter in your stomach at his words. The idea that he had been interested in you from afar was surprisingly flattering.
"So that's why you seemed so prepared when we ran into each other," you mused. "Here I thought it was just your natural charm."
Atsumu grinned, some of his usual confidence returning. "
As you finished the last bites of your delectable seafood risotto, you couldn't help but marvel at how the evening had unfolded. The food had been exquisite, the ambiance romantic, and the company... unexpectedly captivating. Atsumu had surprised you at every turn, revealing layers of depth and charm that you hadn't anticipated.
The waiter cleared your plates and Atsumu declined the dessert menu with a mysterious smile. "I've got something else in mind for dessert," he said, his eyes twinkling mischievously.
Intrigued, you followed him as he led you back along the waterfront. The sun had fully set now, and the path was illuminated by soft streetlights. The air had cooled, and you shivered slightly in your dress.
Without missing a beat, Atsumu shrugged off his jacket and draped it over your shoulders. The warmth of the fabric, still carrying his scent, enveloped you.
"Thank you," you murmured, pulling the jacket tighter around you.
Atsumu smiled softly, his hand finding yours again as you walked. "My pleasure."
You strolled in comfortable silence for a few minutes, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere and the gentle lapping of waves against the shore. Finally, your curiosity got the better of you.
"So, are you going to tell me where we're going for this mysterious dessert?"
Atsumu's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Patience, [Y/N]. We're almost there."
As you rounded a corner, you saw a small ice cream stand nestled between two buildings. It was a quaint little place, with a striped awning and twinkling fairy lights strung around the window. A hand-painted sign proclaimed it to be "Nana's Gelato."
"Ice cream?" you asked, unable to keep the smile from your face.
Atsumu grinned, looking pleased with your reaction. "Not just any ice cream. Nana makes the best gelato in the city. It's a local secret."
As you approached the stand, an elderly woman with kind eyes and a warm smile greeted you. "Atsumu, my dear boy! It's been too long since you've visited."
"Hi Nana," Atsumu said, leaning over the counter to give her a quick peck on the cheek. "I've brought someone special to try your famous gelato."
Nana's eyes twinkled as she turned her gaze to you. "Oh my, she is lovely. You've done well, Atsumu."
You felt your cheeks flush at the compliment. Atsumu squeezed your hand gently, a soft smile playing on his lips.
"[Y/N], this is Nana. She makes the best gelato in the world," Atsumu introduced you.
"It's nice to meet you, Nana," you said warmly. "Atsumu's been raving about your gelato."
Nana chuckled. "Well, let's see if it lives up to the hype, shall we?”
Nana began scooping generous portions of various flavors into small cups, encouraging you both to try as many as you liked. You sampled creamy pistachio, rich dark chocolate, and tangy lemon sorbet. Each flavor was more delicious than the last.
"Oh my god," you moaned after tasting the stracciatella. "This really is the best gelato I've ever had."
Atsumu grinned triumphantly. "Told you. Nana's gelato is legendary."
After much deliberation, you settled on a scoop of hazelnut and one of salted caramel. Atsumu chose pistachio and dark chocolate. As he reached for his wallet, Nana waved him off.
"It's on the house, dear. Consider it my blessing on your date," she said with a wink.
You both thanked Nana profusely, waving goodbye as you strolled away with your gelato. Atsumu led you to a nearby bench overlooking the water, where you could enjoy your dessert and the view.
As you savored the rich, creamy gelato, you couldn't help but steal glances at Atsumu. The soft glow of the streetlights illuminated his profile, highlighting his strong jawline and the gentle curve of his lips. You found yourself wondering what those lips would feel like against yours.
"Penny for your thoughts?" Atsumu asked, catching you staring.
You felt heat rush to your cheeks, but decided to be bold. "I was just thinking... this has been a really wonderful evening."
Atsumu's eyes softened, a genuine smile spreading across his face. "I'm glad you've enjoyed it. To be honest, ...I've enjoyed it more than any date I've been on in a long time."
His words sent a flutter through your stomach. You set your empty gelato cup aside, turning to face him more fully on the bench. "Really? Even with all your reputation as a player?"
Atsumu winced slightly at your words, but his gaze remained steady on yours. "I know I have a certain... reputation," he admitted. "And I won't lie, I've made some mistakes in the past. But being with you tonight, it's different. You're different, [Y/N]."
You searched his eyes, looking for any sign of insincerity, but found only earnestness. "Different how?" you asked softly.
Atsumu's words hung in the air between you, charged with emotion. You found yourself leaning closer, drawn in by the intensity of his gaze. The world around you seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in this moment.
"You challenge me," Atsumu continued, his voice low and husky. "You make me want to be better. To be worthy of someone like you."
His hand cupped your cheek gently, his thumb tracing the curve of your jawline. Your breath caught in your throat at the tenderness of his touch.
"Atsumu," you whispered, your heart racing.
He leaned in slowly, giving you plenty of time to pull away if you wanted to. But you didn't want to. You met him halfway, your lips brushing together softly at first, then with increasing passion.
The kiss was everything you had imagined and more.
The kiss deepened, Atsumu's lips moving against yours with a passionate intensity that took your breath away. His hand slid from your cheek to tangle in your hair, pulling you closer as your fingers gripped the front of his shirt. The taste of gelato lingered on his tongue, sweet and intoxicating.
When you finally broke apart, both of you were breathless. Atsumu rested his forehead against yours, his eyes dark with desire. "Wow," he murmured.
You couldn't help but laugh softly. "Yeah, wow."
For a moment, you just sat there, basking in the afterglow of the kiss and the intimacy of the moment. The gentle lapping of waves against the shore and the distant cry of seagulls provided a soothing backdrop.
Eventually, Atsumu pulled back slightly, though he kept his arm around you. His fingers traced lazy patterns on your shoulder as you both gazed out at the moonlit water. The night had grown cooler, but you felt warm in the cocoon of his jacket and the lingering heat of the kiss.
"We should probably head back," Atsumu said softly, though he made no move to get up. "It's getting late."
You nodded reluctantly, not wanting the evening to end but knowing it had to. "Yeah, I suppose we should."
Atsumu stood, offering his hand to help you up. As you rose, he pulled you close, stealing one more quick kiss that left you dizzy.
Hand in hand, you strolled back along the waterfront towards where Atsumu had parked his car.
The walk back to Atsumu's car was filled with a comfortable silence, broken only by the sound of waves lapping against the shore and the occasional brush of your bodies as you walked close together. Your hand remained intertwined with his, his thumb tracing gentle circles on your skin.
As you approached the car, a cool breeze swept in from the water, causing you to shiver slightly despite Atsumu's jacket draped over your shoulders. He noticed immediately, pulling you closer to his side.
"Cold?" he asked softly, his breath warm against your ear.
You nodded, leaning into his warmth. "A little. I guess I didn't plan very well for an evening by the water."
Atsumu chuckled, opening the passenger door for you. "Well, I'm not complaining about the dress. You look absolutely stunning in it."
As you slid into the seat, Atsumu's compliment still ringing in your ears, you felt a mix of excitement and nervousness flutter in your stomach. The evening had been magical, far exceeding any expectations you'd had. As Atsumu got in on the driver's side, you found yourself not wanting the night to end.
The drive back to your place was filled with comfortable conversation and lingering glances. Atsumu's hand found yours over the center console, his thumb tracing lazy circles on your skin. The simple gesture sent shivers down your spine.
All too soon, Atsumu was pulling up in front of your building. He killed the engine but made no move to get out, turning to face you instead.
"I had an amazing time tonight, [Y/N]," he said softly, his eyes searching yours.
You smiled, squeezing his hand. "So did I. Thank you for such a wonderful evening."
Atsumu's eyes softened as he gazed at you, a tender smile playing on his lips. "I'm glad. I have to admit, I was a bit nervous about tonight. I really wanted to impress you."
His admission of nervousness surprised and touched you. "Well, consider me thoroughly impressed," you said with a soft laugh. "You certainly know how to plan a perfect date."
Atsumu grinned, his confidence returning. "Does that mean you'd be up for a second date?"
Your heart skipped a beat at his words. Despite your initial reservations about Atsumu's reputation, you found yourself eager to see him again. "I think I could be persuaded," you teased.
Atsumu's grin widened as he leaned in closer, his eyes flickering down to your lips. "And how might I persuade you?" he murmured, his voice low and husky.
Your breath caught in your throat as you felt the heat of his body so close to yours. Without thinking, you closed the distance between you, pressing your lips to his in a soft, sweet kiss.
Atsumu responded immediately, one hand coming up to cup your cheek as he deepened the kiss. His lips moved against yours with a passionate intensity that made your head spin. You lost yourself in the sensation, your fingers tangling in his hair as you pulled him closer.
When you finally broke apart, both of you were breathless. Atsumu rested his forehead against yours, his eyes dark with desire. "Was that persuasive enough?" he asked, a hint of his usual playfulness in tow.
You smiled, your lips still tingling from the kiss. "I'd say that was very persuasive," you murmured.
Atsumu's eyes lit up, a mix of happiness and desire swirling in their depths. "Good," he said softly, his thumb tracing your cheekbone. "Because I can't wait to see you again."
The intensity of his gaze made your heart race. You found yourself leaning in for another kiss, unable to resist the magnetic pull between you. This kiss was slower, deeper, filled with promise and unspoken emotions.
When you finally pulled apart, you were both breathing heavily. Atsumu rested his forehead against yours, his eyes closed as if savoring the moment.
"I should probably go," you whispered, though you made no move to leave.
Atsumu nodded, opening his eyes to meet yours.
"Probably," Atsumu agreed reluctantly, his eyes still locked on yours. "But I don't want this night to end."
You smiled softly, understanding the feeling completely. "Me neither," you admitted. "But we both have early classes tomorrow."
Atsumu sighed dramatically, finally pulling back slightly. "Always the responsible one, aren't you?" he teased, though his eyes were warm with affection.
You laughed, playfully swatting his arm. "One of us has to be."
Atsumu grinned, then stepped out of the car to open your door. As you stood, he pulled you close once more, his arms wrapping around your waist.
"Thank you for giving me a chance," he murmured, his breath warm against your ear. "I know you had your doubts about me."
You pulled back slightly to meet his gaze, your hands resting on his chest. "I'm glad I did," you said softly. "You've surprised me, Atsumu Miya. In the best way possible."
His eyes lit up at your words, a genuine smile spreading across his face. "I aim to keep surprising you," he said, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to your forehead.
You closed your eyes, savoring the tender moment. When you opened them again, Atsumu was looking at you with an intensity that made your breath catch.
"Can I see you again tomorrow?" he asked, his voice low and hopeful. "Maybe we could grab lunch between classes?"
Your heart fluttered at his eagerness. "I'd like that," you replied with a smile. "Text me the details?"
Atsumu nodded, reluctantly loosening his hold on you. "I will. Sweet dreams, [Y/N]."
You smiled, stepping back towards your building. "Goodnight, Atsumu. Drive safe."
As you reached the entrance, you turned back to see Atsumu still watching you, a soft smile on his face. You waved one last time before heading inside, your heart light and your mind full of the evening's memories.
Once in your apartment, you leaned against the closed door, a dreamy smile playing on your lips. Your phone buzzed in your purse, and you pulled it out to see a text from Atsumu:
[Atsumu]: Already missing you. Can't wait for lunch tomorrow. Sweet dreams, beautiful.
Your heart skipped a beat as you read his message. You quickly typed out a reply:
[Y/N]: Missing you too. Tonight was perfect. Sweet dreams, Atsumu.
You hit send, a giddy smile spreading across your face. As you got ready for bed, your mind kept replaying moments from the evening - Atsumu's laugh, the way his eyes sparkled in the candlelight, the feel of his lips against yours.
You fell asleep that night with a smile on your face, looking forward to seeing Atsumu again tomorrow. For the first time in a long time, you felt excited about the possibilities of a new relationship. Atsumu had surprised you in the best way possible, and you couldn't wait to see where things might lead.
#atsumu miya x female reader#casual dating#nonstop flirting from atsumu#fluffy#charming atsumu#rated E for everyone
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EAT UP💪💪
Elaine nodded, “that's a great idea! I mean, it's what you've always done anyway.” She shrugged. Rai chuckled, “I get scared, if I end up talking to them I start crying. Then they feel bad and it doesn't go anywhere.” “No no I get your reasoning! Makes sense to me.” “Should I send a text now? Or write a letter and give it to them later?” Elaine thought for a moment, “I mean, it's really up to you. I'd send a text right now but-” before she could finish her sentence Rai pulled out her phone and started to write a message. Elaine sighed, shaking her head slightly. The two sat in silence as Rai typed the paragraph. After a few minutes she showed Elaine what it said. Elaine took the phone and began to read, when she finished she gave it back and gave her a thumbs up. “It's really mature. I mean, I can't even write like that.” Rai stared at the phone for a moment, then hit send. As soon as it was sent she sat it down on a nearby desk. “I'll look at the response later. Come on, I think I'm good enough to continue walking.” The two then left Elaine's room, dropping off the now empty bowl in the sink.
They walked until dark, they talked and laughed the entire time. Rai even bought some snow cones for them! While they were walking Rai began to complain about someone in their band. “I don't understand. She has a shower, she has a washer, why not use them?!” She groaned in frustration. “You don't understand how bad it is to be next to her while marching AND while just sitting down playing! She's a senior and she can't even play her damn instrument properly-” she stopped when the two kids she babysits run up, they were yelling. Their yelling caused Elaine to drop her snow cone. “Miss Rai! Miss Rai!” The two cried, “are you going to watch us tomorrow?” The one in the skeleton costume asked, “We want to color!” The one in the Pumpkin costume started after. Rai froze, she looked down at Elaine, who was staring at the snowcone she dropped. “I..I'm sorry guys. But I'm busy tomorrow.” She felt bad for lying, but she wanted to spend time with her lover. The two kids became incredibly sad, causing Rai to cave. “Well..maybe I can find the time to-” “YAYY!” The two kids cheered before running off, almost knocking her down. Elaine sighed, “you need to get better at telling people no.” Rai gave her a look, “You're one to talk.” She mumbled, handing over her snowcone for Elaime to have.
The two continued their walk deep into the night. “I don't understand, why do you go to church? You're not religious.” Elaine questioned, Rai just shrugged in response. “I dunno. It's fun?” It wasn't fun. Elaine knew that, she had been before. “No it isn't- wait..is it the priest?” She sounded mad, Rai feared that. “Gregor? What's wrong with him?” Rai tried avoiding the question, but Elaine wasn't letting that happen. Elaine stopped walking, now she stood with her hands on her hips and stared at Rai. “Railyn, what is he doing to you? Is he hurting you? You have to tell me!” “He isn't doing anything to me, he's nice Ei he isn't a bad guy!” “How do you know? He could be horrible! He could be pretending!” Rai was becoming incredibly fearful by now. Scared something might come between them. “Ei I trust him, isn't that good enough?” “No it isn't! I want an actual reason for why you care so much-” “Because he cares about me!” Rai yelled, she never yelled. At least not at Elaine. “He cares about me! More than my dad did..you know what he did to me- I told you what he did! Not many people know because I don't trust them! But he knows, he knows because I told him- because I trust him- because-” Rai stopped, tears fell out her eyes. She crossed her arms and looked down. “Nevermind.” She mumbled, Elaine felt a little bad now. The two sat in silence before the two kids walked up again, but with the priest this time. “We are sorry Miss Rai..” they said in unison, she quickly dried her tears and crouched down to talk to them. “Sorry for what? You didn't do anything.” “We were bothering you, it was mean of us..” the one in the skeleton costume said. “We should've left you alone..you don't have to watch us-” she quickly cut off the other kid. “Nonsense! I don't mind watching you two. It's the best part of my day. The two got all giddy, until the priest stopped in. “No, they need to learn. It may be fun watching them, but it's also fun to have some alone time.” She stood up to face him. She had a small smile, which he gladly returned. Elaine only glared with suspicion at him. “Come now children, we still have more people to apologize to.” He called to the two younger kids, they nodded and started walking. She was shocked that they weren't running like normal. The priest put a hand on Rai's shoulder, they exchanged a small smile before he walked off. Rai and Elaine hadn't said a word to each other.
Idk if this counts as a cliffhanger but I love Rai and Gregor so much THEY HAVE MY WHOLE HEART💔💔,(this is kinda based on something happening between me and a friend ig?? I'll elaborate if you want/NF)
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OOOOO FOUND FAMILYY,, DEVOURING THE STORY RWAAHHH
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Fakie, from listening to you speak I'd like to be honest. In my eyes looking at Gray, he looked like a very tsundere person.
But don't panic. These are just words that I'm joking about. When I meet this kind of person.
Fakie You know, it almost made me think that Gray looked like a parent. who are tired of having to meet Those children who harass him.
Oh my God, my brain is full of teasing words. And I can guess Gray isn't funny about this.
But that's okay, I'll keep my mouth shut without letting Gray know. 🤐
( 🖤 )
Fakes: "WHAT IS A TSUNDERE?! WHY ARE MY FAMILY, FRIENDS AND YOU SAYING WORDS THAT I DON'T UNDERSTAND?!"
"Well, to be honest, yes, he looks like a parent and this role suits him more than me"
"It's even strange... He does not get along only with the older younger clones, but with the smaller ones he is much kinder and merciful to them, he is more willing to stay with them, even though he complains about their stupidity and noise. But they are less intrusive than the big ones"
"And I don't have the slightest idea about education, I just parody the behavior of the PizzaHead, I take an example from him, and even more so he instilled this behavior in me, and to disagree with him is equal to a crime"
"In the sense of very similar?! They are completely different, starting from the color of the hair, ending with the color of the clothes!"
"But so without jokes, it's very funny to watch that we are the only ones who can distinguish each other, and others get confused in us"
"For this reason, PizzaHead still doesn't know that Gray survived after I blew his pipe-"
"..It doesn't matter"
"I was inspired to cook by the original Peppino, I was carried away by his passion and interest in his own business! And to be honest, it suited me perfectly, as if I had been cooking pizza for several years and even ran my own business.Everything was very familiar to me!"
"And about them.. It is very surprising for me, but there is a feeling that we are different people, absolutely, they have different interests and hobbies, someone is interested in cooking pizza, someone is something else.I didn't teach them cooking, they chose what to be interested in and do"
"I didn't know about the assistants, but then I will teach and train those who, like me, are passionate about cooking pizza more"
"You mean the original Peppino?"
"First of all: PizzaHead informed us that he would make his plan only the day after tomorrow, which means Peppino will appear the day after tomorrow. Tomorrow we will only have a joint meeting"
"Secondly:I would have heard it from someone, or at least I would have heard some blows and just noise from the first floor, albeit softly."
"Because of such noises, I can't sleep properly..."
"Who did I tell all this to before? If no one listens to me anyway...I hope you're just new, and not the soul that ignored or didn't listen to me at all.."
"I met Noisette like everyone else when PizzaHead pulled me out of a monotonous strange room. I remember Noise saying, "Of course he's a freak," and Noisette slapped him on the cheek and said, "Are you normal?! Are you going to be insulted right away? A normal creature, the more he gets nervous if you don't see." Then she came up to me and apologized for him. Then I don't know how, but we started a conversation and so we found some common interests and were able to make friends."
"It has been since this meeting... How much? Almost two weeks?"
"So long ago?! Wow..."
"Noisette will find a common language with everyone.Well.. Maybe... But I think she will be happy to find new acquaintances"
"Our relationship with her is quite good, she is positive at least she tries to be like that, sociable, sometimes she stood up for me when SOMEONE started throwing accusations at me, brave.She is quite modest and tries to improve her skills, which is why she reminds me of a girl I was in lo- "
"UGH... NOTHING"
"But she also has problems. Although she is friends with everyone, but she has a negative relationship with PizzaHead. Or rather, she's afraid of him, just like me. He sent her threats intentionally and unintentionally, told her gratuitous insults and just hurt her. Why is it very hard for her now. She shares this with Vigilante and with me, but not with Noise because she fears for his safety. I don't know the exact reason for all this, and she herself doesn't know why he does this, but I'm very scared for her life.."
#it was probably the most informative and useful post#and also my anti-record for the time of posts-5 days#let's celebrate!#fake peppino#noisette#ask blog#pizza tower
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Storm in a field of flowers. Pt. 4 previous part---next part
“I don't know..I mean I like you back! But I'm scared, I-I've never been in a relationship. You have..” Rai looked down, she wasn't wrong. Elaine had been in many relationships. “Well, if it doesn't work out I can promise we'll still be friends.” And that was something Elaine would put her life on. “Promise?” Rai looked up, “promise.” Elaine answered simply. What she wasn't expecting was for Rai to practically jump on her for a hug. “Then yes! I mean- it was a question right? If not then I love you too!” She dug her face into her friend's neck. Elaine hugged her tightly in return, giggling with so much joy. The two sat like that for a while. “But wait, are you gonna tell your dad? Should I tell my uncle?” Rai pondered, she knew her uncle had a husband, but she was still scared of what he might think. Elaine just shrugged, “doesn't matter to me. I know my dad won't care, well, I mean he won't care I'm dating you. He'll be happy.” “I know- I just get nervous..you know?” Rai didn't know how to express emotions very well. If she told her uncle she would probably start crying. “You don't have to tell him. Or you could just wait.” Elaine suggested, “or, I write a letter!” Rai smiled, Elaine smiled exactly what she was talking about. Whenever she felt too scared or too emotional to tell someone something she wrote it out and gave it to them. She would walk away and let them read it alone.
Elaine nodded, “that's a great idea! I mean, it's what you've always done anyway.” She shrugged. Rai chuckled, “I get scared, if I end up talking to them I start crying. Then they feel bad and it doesn't go anywhere.” “No no I get your reasoning! Makes sense to me.” “Should I send a text now? Or write a letter and give it to them later?” Elaine thought for a moment, “I mean, it's really up to you. I'd send a text right now but-” before she could finish her sentence Rai pulled out her phone and started to write a message. Elaine sighed, shaking her head slightly. The two sat in silence as Rai typed the paragraph. After a few minutes she showed Elaine what it said. Elaine took the phone and began to read, when she finished she gave it back and gave her a thumbs up. “It's really mature. I mean, I can't even write like that.” Rai stared at the phone for a moment, then hit send. As soon as it was sent she sat it down on a nearby desk. “I'll look at the response later. Come on, I think I'm good enough to continue walking.” The two then left Elaine's room, dropping off the now empty bowl in the sink.
They walked until dark, they talked and laughed the entire time. Rai even bought some snow cones for them! While they were walking Rai began to complain about someone in their band. “I don't understand. She has a shower, she has a washer, why not use them?!” She groaned in frustration. “You don't understand how bad it is to be next to her while marching AND while just sitting down playing! She's a senior and she can't even play her damn instrument properly-” she stopped when the two kids she babysits run up, they were yelling. Their yelling caused Elaine to drop her snow cone. “Miss Rai! Miss Rai!” The two cried, “are you going to watch us tomorrow?” The one in the skeleton costume asked, “We want to color!” The one in the Pumpkin costume started after. Rai froze, she looked down at Elaine, who was staring at the snowcone she dropped. “I..I'm sorry guys. But I'm busy tomorrow.” She felt bad for lying, but she wanted to spend time with her lover. The two kids became incredibly sad, causing Rai to cave. “Well..maybe I can find the time to-” “YAYY!” The two kids cheered before running off, almost knocking her down. Elaine sighed, “you need to get better at telling people no.” Rai gave her a look, “You're one to talk.” She mumbled, handing over her snowcone for Elaime to have.
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Chapter 7
Word count :2393
Warning ⚠️ mentions of alcohol ,vomit if I kiss. Anything let me know thank you 🙏
The first day of Spring break starts today and I have nothing planned for the whole week other than to stay home watch movies,get drunk and cry while drinking and Eddie is probably going to be making fun of me the whole time and probably make have something to say about the movie choice I had for the day .
Talking about Eddie, where is he?
Haven't seen him since this morning. I woke up to him watching me sleep then he disappeared when he saw that i open my eyes .He was laying next to me and as soon as he saw that I saw him he dispersed into thin air .
To be honest I didn't find it creepy at all .
I know I should but the poor guy has nothing to do and he can't sleep. I would have done the same thing if I was a ghost in a coma .
I wonder how Eddie does that ?
Being in a coma then being a ghost is so confusing or maybe I'm just seeing things that aren’t really there and Eddie is just a figment of my imagination.
Or maybe I'm crying thinking I'm talking to a metalhead, a really hot metalhead.
But I mean I see him. I talk about myself. He tells me about himself .How could I be crazy and actually finding out everything he tells me its truth.Aaaahh I'm getting a migraine just thinking about it .
Maybe I just imagined everything .
I can’t deal with this right now. I need to take some pills for this awful headache .
I head over to the kitchen to take some tylenol and like i have nothing to do
Today or tomorrow or the next .Wow, I have a boring life . I might as well do laundry and change the sheets from my bed and clean the apartment now that i have time and maybe order some chinese later,
Uuuu chicken fried rice and some jalapeno chicken yup that's what i'll order and maybe some sushi and two of those triangle sushi looking things.
Before starting cleaning I headed downstairs to grab some breakfast and a coffee then headed back to the apartment to eat my breakfast then clean .
And that's what i did,
i put the laundry in the washer and while it was washing i decided to clean my closet that it had a mess and so i did i ended up putting all my clothes by color like black with black pink with pink dresses with dresses you get the idea of what i did and when i was done I started on the living room to sweep and mop but first i connected my phone to my bluetooth speaker i mean you need music while cleaning if not it gets boring.i put it on shuffle and started sweeping the apartment then after awhile i stopped to get myself a drink a drink meaning a bottle of wine i had on my fridge cold waiting for me to drink it.
I grabbed a glass from the top cabinet and poured myself some wine and chugged it. It was so cold just how I like it and one thing led to another. I was halfway down the bottle and still haven't mopped at all. Now here I was sitting down on the couch with the bottle in one hand taking small sips while I listened to music .
I stood up and went upstairs to my room to grab a scrunchie to put my hair up in a bun then stop when I saw a picture of Eddie I had found while cleaning the back of the closet .
He was wearing a black dio shirt. He must have been younger in that picture around 19 was my guess.
I took the picture and a piece of tape and tape it in my squishmallow i dont know what the fuck i was doing i was too drunk to function properly right now.
But i think i just tape a picture of Eddie in my damn stuffed animal that i hug at night and sometimes use it as a pillow.
And now here I am staring at it and smiling like a damn fool.
What the fuck was wrong with me?
I grabbed my squismallow, hugged it tight and Now I was heading downstairs to the living room when the song changed..
play"CHERRY" LANA DEL REY
Cherry by LANA DEL REY started playing and it hit me right in my heart.I walked over to the kitchen where i had left the bottle of wine and I chugged the last of the wine.
"Do you like that song ?"I asked the stuffed animal with Eddie's picture tape to it.
"Come on sweetheart i just like metal music you should know that."i did a terrible impersonation of Eddie and that made me giggle a lot because i know eddie would say something like that.
Yeah, I was drunk.
I placed the squishmallow in the sofa gently as if it was really Eddie and
started swaying my body to the music and singing to the lyrics of lana .
I glanced at my squishmallow and smiled.
"Dance with me Eddie."I slurred and took the poor squishmallow in my arms and started dancing with it like a crazy person .
"Sweetheart you're such a good dancer." I once again did a really bad impersonation of Eddie making me giggle.
I'm sorry but I drank a whole bottle of wine so now I was singing to the plushie with the picture of Eddie and crying to the lyrics .I was on that stage of my drunk self where I got sentimental.
"" Darlin', darlin', darlin'
I fall to pieces when I'm with you, I fall to pieces
My cherries and wine, rosemary and thyme
And all of my peaches (are ruined)"
I spun around with my plushie squishing it in my chest and now I was crying even more . I don't even know why but I was .
I guess I got in my feelings.
I kept dancing, swaying to the music well. I thought I was dancing but I probably look like a crazy person singing so out of tune and hugging my damn squishmallow that had a picture of Eddie tape to it.
My rose garden dreams, set on fire by fiends
And all my black beaches (are ruined)
My celluloid scenes are torn at the seams
And I fall to pieces (bitch)
I fall to pieces when I'm with you
'Cause I love you so much, I fall to pieces
My cherries and wine, rosemary and thyme
And all of my peaches
When Lana sings "CAUSE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH"i look at my squishmallow with the picture of Eddie and sing to him like if it really was Eddie dancing with me Right now that i was drunk i could honestly say that I had fallen for that metalhead .
Tomorrow I might deny it but right now I won't.
And the next thing I knew was that I was kissing his picture without noticing that Eddie was sitting down on the couch with an amused smile .
"Ok now i see why you keep it in your bed ,Do you guys need some alone time?"I heard him say ,I instantly hid the squishmallow behind my back so Eddie wouldn't see the picture I was kissing .
-"W-when d-did you get here?"I slurred my words. I was trying my damn best not to seem like I was drinking but I don't think I was doing such a great job because
I kept stumbling even though I was standing in place staring at Eddie with wide eyes.
He is going to think I'm a weird person for kissing his picture..I thought to myself.
"Sweetheart, are you drunk?"He stood up from the couch and slowly approached me .My instant reflex was to hide the stuffed animal behind my back,I couldn't let him see it, not today or ever.
"No." I lied and tried to move away from him but I ended up tripping .
"You sure?"he tilted his head to the side and smiled wickedly and the next thing I know he is holding the damn squishmallow and raising it up high on his hand so I wouldn't reach it .
I jumped trying to snatch it from him but I was too drunk and kept stumbling so I just gave up and just sat down flat on the floor with my hands covering my face .I just let it happen
This is the night I die of embarrassment.
RIP Aria Avila.
To my mother I leave my shoes and to my best friend Clarissa Carver I leave all my clothes and makeup.
"Ari?"Eddie's voice gets me out of my head .
"yes."I said softly. I opened my fingers that where covering my eyes to see where Eddie was.
And to my surprise He was sitting down in front of me criss cross looking at me with that stupid smirk .
"There she is ,"he smiles. "Yes , here I am Eddie dying of embarrassment.I couldn't even look at him right now. I felt o stupid and embarrassed. That was the weirdest thing I ever did and he saw it.
"Don't look at me ,"i blushed closing the gap between my fingers
"Hey don't hide from me ,it was cute you dancing around ."he coo,
How was that cute ? i thought to myself
I slowly lowered my hands from my face to face reality.I look at Eddie who had my stuffed animal in his hand but it didn't have the picture the tape was there but not the picture .I stood up fast from the floor looking around frantically for the picture that was just tape on the damn stuffed animal.
"What are you looking for?"Eddie asked standing right next to me,
I didn't answer and got on my knees and started crawling looking under the sofa.
"I mean i don't mind the view sweetheart ."Eddie chuckled and I turned to look at him holding the picture of himself in his hand"where you looking for this?"that asshole had the picture all this time and he didn't tell me while i was looking for it like a crazy person.
"Yes' 'i gulp.i don't know if it was because i was caught kissing a stuffed animal with a picture of the guy i'm crushing on the guy being eddie and he saw everything or the alcohol because my stomach wasn't feeling too good right now.
I felt all the food from the morning coming right back up mixed with the alcohol and that wasn’t a good sign so I ran to the restroom emptying my stomach into the toilet.Jesus Christ how I hate throwing up. I hate it so much. I hate the smell. I hate the way my stomach feels when I'm throwing up. I hate everything about it.
I should have eaten first before drinking all that bottle.
I'm never drinking again.
I don't know if that's true but I'll believe myself for today.
Just for today .
"Here drink."i heard Eddie’s voice from behind me
"Eddie don't look at me i look disgusting."i also smell disgusting.I look disgusting.Drool falling down my lips mix with my vomit .
Jesus, I am in a bad state. I need to get a hold of myself .
I got up slowly, Feeling a little
Bit dizzy maybe not just a little but a lot the whole room was spinning so I close my eyes and walk blindly over to the sink which wasn’t a far distance for.But for me it still felt like I had walk miles I started by washing my mouth in the sink.I open my eyes to take a peak of myself and Eddie was gone,but he had left a bottle of water on the counter. He was getting so much better at picking things up and it scared me.It really scared me so fucking much .
I drank the whole bottle of water and decided to shower hoping I felt so much better.Walking over to the shower was the hardest thing I’ve ever done after failing attempts to walk I crawled over until I reached the glass door and open it enough so I could go in.I reach over to turn on the water making sure it was the right temperature.I don’t know how I did it had my eyes close doing everything blindly I took of my clothes tossing it out.i got up slowly to fix the water temperature but failed miserably and somehow the water started getting to a warm temperature that wasn’t too hot nor to cold and I know who might have done that but my head was spinning so much to open my eyes .
“Thank you Eddie .” I said softly
“I’ll be waiting for you outside Ari .” Was the last thing I heard before I fell asleep on the floor of the shower .
I don’t know how long I’ve been sleeping in the shower floor but I was rudely awoken By Eddie screaming in my ear .
“Eddie .” I whisper I open one eye to see him standing over me trying his best to pick me up .
“I’m sorry I swear I didn’t want to see but you took a long time and I came to check on you and you were on the floor .” I heard him say but I was too drunk to care right now that I was naked curled up in a ball on the shower floor .
Somehow I managed to get out of the shower and dried myself up and wrapped the towel around my body and headed upstairs to sleep.My eyes where Half open but I knew Eddie was following making sure I was ok .When I reached upstairs I took off my towel tossing it to the ground I had totally about Eddie being on back of me until I heard him gasp "Jesus Christ!!" right now i didn't care. I had a massive headache and I know tomorrow I’m going to regret it so i got in my bed completely naked and got under the covers closing my eyes .
“Goodnight Eddie .” I remember saying
"You're gonna be the death of me."I heard Eddie say before drifting to sleep....
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Unfortunate Attraction
Rembrandt's Amusement Park 2★ story (1/1)
Location: atelier (night & morning) | Characters: Rembrandt, Courbet, Van Dyck
Rembrandt: Ah, this color turned out niceee.
Van Dyck: It's a really nice purple. It's classy and attractive, but not as attractive as me, is it?
Rembrandt: It's true, right? Ah, oh nooo! It looked good, but it got mixed with the other colors in the palette… Huh? But maybe this color turned out niceeer!
Courbet: That's good to know... But you should be careful. One color can change the impression of the painting.
Rembrandt: Riiight! Thaaanks! … Well, tomorrow is the amusement park day, so I guess I'll leave it at that.
Courbet: … Are you sure about this? What if something happens at the amusement park?
Van Dyck: It won't be a problem. If he were alone, I would be worried, but this time there are seven of us, including the director. If something happens, we can handle it properly.
Courbet: Well, that's true, but… It wouldn't necessarily mean that there won't be problems that could not be addressed.
Van Dyck: Well... I can't deny it, but…
Rembrandt: I'm sorry I make you worry, okaaay? But I'll be fine!
Courbet: That unfounded confidence makes me feel even more uneasy.
Van Dyck: That's true. We were at a cafe the other day and somehow a plate came flying at us from an impossible direction!
Rembrandt: Aaah! That's riiight! It was my first time to experience a plate flying just past my cheek.
Van Dyck: I now know what it means to be terrified…
Rembrandt: But I'm glad nobody got hurt or anything!
Van Dyck: That's true… But one wrong move and you'll end up in the hospital, got it!?
Courbet: You must have had a pretty hard experience... Come to think of it, I was walking out there with him…
Van Dyck: What happened?
Courbet: The toilet in the park where Rembrandt came out had a tremendous amount of water coming out of it. It wasn't sewage, though, so it was still good…
Rembrandt: Right, right. I was surrounded by reporters. I was so thrilled to be interviewed!
Van Dyck: Woah… Did nobody get hurt?
Courbet: Yeah, because for some reason no one was using the restroom at that time.
Van Dyck: Just as I thought... It's amazing in a way, though. Come to think of it, no one was harmed that time either…
Courbet: … What happened?
Van Dyck: We were walking down the street and a big truck ran into us…
Rembrandt: That happened, toooo.
Courbet: Wait. Was there really no damage!? Is that... How is that possible?
Rembrandt: Yup, nobody was hurt!
Van Dyck: It was on my mind, though... I dreamt about it for a while…
Rembrandt: Ooh! I'm sorry! I didn't even know that was going to happen…
Courbet: If you still see it in your dreams, you should see a psychiatrist.
Van Dyck: Well, I was just scared, I don't dream about that anymore.
Courbet: Alright, that's good. ... Still, considering all the things that can happen…
Van Dyck: How could anything happen at an amusement park… Amusement parks don't explode, do they?
Courbet: That's what I was also worried about…
Rembrandt: Huuuh? No way, such a thing… It's not possible!
Hmmm… But I guess I shouldn't go if it's going to be a problem for everyone…
Van Dyck: Such negative thoughts aren't beautiful, so put them aside. You're coming with us, too.
Courbet: That's right. If anything goes wrong, everyone will be there. And the deputy director will be with you too.
Rembrandt: But…
Van Dyck: Look, we've already decided to go, so why don't you take the rest of the day off early for tomorrow? Go to bed early.
Courbet: I won't tolerate you being late or using a temporary illness as an excuse. You have to go there tomorrow.
Van Dyck: If you say you won't go, I'll put a collar on you and drag you out.
Rembrandt: Both of you… Thank you! Yeah, I'm going to make lots of fun memories!
Courbet: Yeah, go have fun.
Rembrandt: Well then, goodniiiight!
—
Courbet: Phew... It's that time already. Rembrandt and the others... I wonder if they'll be safe.
???: "Kya–!"
Courbet: ... I thought I heard Van Dyck scream when I wasn't supposed to hear him... I must be imagining it…?
... Please come back safe and sound.
#card tl#card translation#palepare#palepare tl#palette parade#palette parade tl#translation#rembrandt#rembrandt van rijn#2★
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When Aemond first saw Rhaena in her mourning attire all he could think about was how stunning she looked. Gods, he knew how much she loved pink, but black may truly be her color. He found himself hard as a rock through most of the funeral and every time he had nearly willed it away she would glance over at him and his problem would return to square one. Was it socially acceptable to be this hard at a funeral...at his own father's funeral? Probably not, so he crossed his hands in front of his body to try and mask the bulge in his trousers. He couldn't help but smile when she admitted he enjoyed him coming to her aid, though.
"I will gladly come to your side any time, that is what Princes do for their Princesses, right?" Aemond told her, letting his voice dip lower as he gave her hip a gentle squeeze. He tried not to agree to enthusiastically when she asked him to walk back to the castle with her, but knows he must've failed quite miserably. He kept his arm around her the entire time, loving the way she fit so perfectly under his arm; as if she had been made to stand underneath it's safety. He chuckled a bit at her words about their clothes as well, "Indeed, it is a silver lining. I think you should wear black more often, because I certainly won't start wearing pink...but I do quite enjoy matching with you."
Her excitement at the flower shop nearly made his brain stop working, quickly realizing just how much he loved seeing that kind of joy light up her face. He could sense her sudden anxiety though and grabbed both of her hands in his, "No, we won't wait until I have errands. I'll take you there first thing tomorrow if that's what you would like. I want you to know that if you ever want my company it is yours, no conditions attached." He told her, hoping he was able to properly convey just how much he intended to follow through on his assertion. "I love plants by the way, you seemed worried that maybe I didn't, but I do. It probably won't surprise you my favorites are of the carnivorous variety, but I would love to know what you like to keep so I can add them to my rooms," He added, quickly relieved by how she eased into conversation with him.
It took him a few minutes to match Rhaena's enthusiasm, as he honestly wasn't used to someone speaking to him for so long. Talking with her was fast becoming his favorite activity; he loves hearing about her relationship with Silverwing, it made his worries of speaking on his own bond with Vhagar melt away. He knew they would need to have that conversation at some point though, to lay any remaining hurt from his selfish, childhood actions of one night behind them. She laughed when he told her the story of his theft of Blackfyre, and for a moment he considered proposing to her right then and there, because what other woman would find such a story of theft and brotherly brawling funny?
"Gods you keep beating me to everything, I was going to ask you the same. I would gladly sit by you," He replied to her request to spend dinner together as well. The feast was a surprisingly pleasant affair, at least it was for Aemond with Rhaena by his side. They made fun of many of the visiting lords and ladies, their simpering and ass kissing, and at one point he made her laugh so hard she was forced to hide a bit of wine coming out of her nose. This made Daemon shoot the younger Prince one of his death glares, but that only added to their laughter. His good mood soured, however, when the piper boy asked Rhaena to dance. He knew she had to say yes for politeness sake, but it doesn't stop anger from beginning to simmer inside him once more; Aemond was a dragon and dragons did not share.
He sat and seethed as a revolving door of eligible lords spun his lady around the dance floor. Although, she wasn't really his, was she? He would have to do something, and quickly it seemed, if he wished to court her (which he did). The peck on the cheek is what did him in, though, for that boy certainly didn't deserve to feel her lips on his skin. He decided against violence, just barely, choosing to distract himself with a game of dice instead. When the Meadows boy finally left her side he hastily approached Rhaena. "I've been very well behaved waiting for the hoard to leave you alone, I was hoping I could reward myself with a dance; with you, of course," He said with the most charming smile he could manage. However, before he could take her hands in his, his eldest sister stood to speak. Not a moment later she collapsed to the floor, her wine goblet clattering to the ground as well. Poison. It had to be.
The chaos was immediate, Rhaena got shoved up against him by the panicked crowd, and he took the opportunity to lift her up over his shoulder with one arm, his other hand steadfastly latched onto Blackfyre against his hip. He carried her all the way to his rooms, locking the door behind them, before pushing a chair under the knob for the added security. He set her down on his bed, then took her face in both his hands, "Are you all right? You didn't have any of that particular wine right?! I know you're not a fan of reds, but you also follow every rule of society there seems to be," He sputtered out, worry evident in every word he breathed. It finally occurred to him he had brought her to his rooms instead of hers, and not only that but he had set her right onto his own bed, then blushed slightly at the implications. "You're more important than I am, whoever did this could still be in the Keep, they may come after you, you're safer here in my rooms, where they won't expect you to be."
She seemed to agree with his logic, asking if he had anything she could change into other than her elaborate gown. He grabbed her a loose shirt he often lounged in and a pair of comfortable trousers from his dresser and then waited as she went into another room to change. Aemond rid himself of his own formalwear, and when she opened the door again he's shirtless, but he's unsure she processed that with the tears swimming in her eyes. He rushed over to her, wrapping his arms around her in a tight hug, and murmured, "It'll be okay, Rhaenyra is the strongest person in the whole Kingdom, she's going to survive this," He comforted in an attempt to reassure himself almost as much as her. He then shifted the pillows on his bed so they could prop the two of them up and let her rest against him as he ran a gentle hand along her arm, "Get some rest, I promise I'll stay awake even after you fall asleep, I'll protect you, I promise you're safe with me." And he couldn't resist pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead as he made his promise.
The Taste of Your Lips is My Idea of Luxury
(Closed starter for @aemond-one-eyed)
His voice echoed in her mind for five days straight.
"No thanks needed Princess, I am glad I could be of help to you." "Because you were busy putting others first, as you always do." “My father is dead…and I fucked up.” "And you're twice as pretty as most people claim." "Thank you, your Highness."
It began the night of the ball to welcome Lady Jeyne's host. Rhaena must've stood dumbfounded in her doorway for a solid thirty seconds, stunned by Aemond's presence, by the gown in his hands, by the fact he had mended it, and even more so that it looked perfect. "I don't know how to begin to thank you," She finally managed to stutter out, taking the black lace and pink pearl gown out of his hands, staring at the garment as if he'd presented her with the same made of solid gold. He had simply smiled, "Promise to wear it...and promise you'll dance with me at least once tonight." "You have my word," she responded breathlessly. Then he left and she slid down the back of the door with the gown still in her hands.
Rhaena lied to her twin and her Muna about how the dress got fixed, telling both her lady-in-waiting and closest friend since the age of six, Lacey Vance, had fixed it that morning. Hours passed the way any typical day would when a ball was to be held that evening, she helped all her siblings get ready, did Baela's cosmetics, and her own hair while her sister repaid the favor, before spending a long while entertaining young heirs, knights, and lordlings all seeking to win her favor, but not searching to know her.
“I was right to want to see you in that dress.” Aemond spoke in barely more than a whisper when he took her next dance with little more than a look towards the heir to House Webber. "You look lovely," She told him, and she meant it, he'd changed into similarly all-black but significantly more formal clothes. After thinking about it for a moment, Rhaena realized this was perhaps the first time she'd ever seen the Prince dressed for an occasion, and it briefly made her breath catch in her throat, just briefly. He stayed with her for two dances, anything else would seem improper, they gossiped lightly about the guests, but mostly passed the time celebrating how perfectly their plans had come to fruition. "I shall see you soon." The tone of his voice made the response to Rhaena pointing out they had reached the end of the time they could properly spend together that night sound like a promise. "I would like that very much, my Prince." Her heart quickened as she used the title, she had said the phrase more times than she could count, but it meant something it never had before; something that no longer meant my liege, but veered closer to my love. Then she walked off to go find Joffrey before Aemond could see her blush.
His voice echoed in her mind for five days straight.
"I'm quite interested in seeing you in it." "If it upsets you, then it does matter." "I think I would trip over your sister again trying to get to our room." "And I'd still rather look a fool than a would-be traitor!" "Then it'll be a pleasure to see you again when you are."
Rhaena did not see Aemond the following day, nor had she expected to, and the following was the same, despite a small, quiet part of her secretly hoping that against both odds and logic, she might. That night, however, when her world was fracturing, reforming, and shifting into something entirely new, faster than she could ever even hope to keep up, was the last moment she was anticipating his presence. Yet, in the hours between dusk and daylight, something solidified between the two of them, something she could hold onto as the ground was shifting under her feet faster than quick sand, something that scared her more than she had ever felt before. How terrifying, Rhaena mused in the silence of her room as she dressed to attend The Queen for the first time, To have something that is not mine...and yet...I am desperate to keep.
She found herself willing him to speak to her, longing for it, though she would not admit such a thing even to herself, as she stood beside her father, siblings, and their new Queen in the long hours of Lords renewing their oaths. Rhaena almost called for Aemond as the Throne Room began to clear of it's final occupants to swear their loyalty, but she could not form the words, she could not risk making herself so known in a hall still filled with over a hundred people. Two more days passed and she did not see him, she'd dared to hope they would run into each other when she went to the Dragon Pit to ride with Silverwing, only to silently curse herself that it was a foolish wish to begin with, because Vhagar had been too large to nest in the pit even before her mother had ridden the Queen of Dragons. That was another thing Rhaena could not express, or admit, even to herself; the thought of Vhagar, her mother's dragon, his dragon...he spoke of her the same, begrudgingly fawned over the beast in the way her Lady-Mother had in her youth...Gods his clothes even smelled the same. It was infuriating, intoxicating, and unreasonably, horribly inticing.
Speaking to Rhaenyra about Aemond the night before the funeral was a relief that nearly brought her to tears, and once her Muna offered the advice she believed her mother would've given in the situation, she did cry from the weight of it all. The following day was the funeral, the first public appearance of the new Queen, the beginning of the end of the long, winding road of mourning for the old King...the first time she and Aemond would be in the same place at the same time since the first morning with Viserys gone from the world, and all the implications that came with that. Her mind was made up before she'd even gotten out of bed the following morning, she was going to find Aemond, to speak with him, to come to some sort of understanding, to simply even begin the process of where they were to go from here when his voice has been occupying every corner of her mind for the past five days.
After the procession, the procedure, and propriety of the funeral ceremony, the proceedings had not even officially come to a close, much less had Rhaena gotten the chance to seek out Aemond, when suddenly she heard the sneering voices of several Lords not much older than herself. They were gossiping, and it was with a skip of her heart, that quickly caused a pit to form in her stomach, with which she realized the Lordlings' snide voices were speaking about her. "Have you seen the girl since this last time the King took ill? With Princess Helaena running her own court now and the new Queen too occupied doing two jobs both meant for a man it's no wonder she believes she's holding this place together, I think she actually may be doing so more than anybody'd like to admit. I mean, her Ladyship is clearly used to doing her stepmother's duty, more of a mother to those children her highness seems so determined to continue popping out while dressing like a whore and acting like a man; at least Rhaena seems to have developed the makings of a proper Princess, if only she'd stop to listen to all those people trying to teach her to keep her mouth shut."
His voice had been echoing in her mind for five days straight, so when she turned to confront the Lord who had the audacity to snicker gossip in her earshot, only to hear the Prince's voice, piping up to defend her, her heart nearly stopped. Suddenly his arm was around her waist as the Prince said words she could barely understand, and for the first time in five days, Rhaena was glad to hear Aemond's voice.
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gojo sketch 'fore the snooze
EDIT: comic has dropped so now you can see him in color
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man of the month part 10: november
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Summary: You start planning for contingencies as you realize that after today, Loki will figure out that you have feelings for him.
Pairing: Loki x Reader (almost there…)
Word Count: 5.6k
Warnings: language (sorry not sorry, Rogers); sad Scopes hours; a tiny bit of steaminess at the end
Things to be aware of: mutual pining; idiots in love
"Come on, Scopes, you gotta stop being so hard on yourself," Shaun tried to console you as he helped you load the backdrops on a pipe, prepping for Strange's shoot today. "Barnes seems to be a pretty chill guy, he'll get over it in no time. Pretty sure he's not gonna have a hard time finding someone more than willing to try making him forget all about you."
"Gee thanks, Shaun," you deadpanned. "Real stroke to my ego right there hearing that I'm easily forgettable."
"I didn't say you were forgettable, Y/N. I'm saying there isn't a shortage of women willing to try --"
"Relax, Xu. I'm kidding. I know what you meant." The visible relief on his face quickly had you both chuckling and struggling to properly prop up the backdrop. "But honestly, though, you should have seen his face," you went on, a more serious tone coloring your words. "It was like I took his puppy and tossed it into traffic."
"I'm sure it can't have been that--"
"Actually, you know what, no. It's worse. It's like I gave him a puppy that he would grow to love with every fibre of his being and then one day I just upped and chose violence, taking that puppy from him, tying him to a chair and making him watch as I fed it to a meat grinder."
"Okay that's the last time we watch the SAW movies to 'unwind'," he commented, a queasy look coloring his face as he imagined the scenario you just described. "I'm almost afraid to ask but…where exactly am I in this grotesque mental image of yours?"
You gave him a wicked smirk before you answered, "In the kitchen. Cooking chili."
"You're demented."
"And you chose to be my friend, so I guess you're stuck with me." You finished putting up the final backdrop on the roll for Strange to choose from for his shoot. "So…anything I should be aware of today?" You weren't afraid of Stephen, not by a long shot. But after yesterday's session with Bucky you thought it best to at least have an idea of where the doctor stood emotionally when it came to you.
"All I know is that he likes you," he answered. "And he's holding out hope that since everyone so far walked out rejected, that hopefully it's him." Shaun looked to the door to see if anyone was nearby before saying in a more conspiratorial tone, "Little do they know you literally saved the best for last."
That was the shoot you were terribly afraid of. Tomorrow's. Loki's. At the end of Strange's shoot, he would know that it's him; he was the one you'd had feelings for. The one you were in love with.
And he would laugh in your face. Or perhaps he would be less cruel about it and just reiterate how tits deep in the friendzone you were, and that there was no way you would ever get out of it.
The look on Shaun's face morphed into one of concern. "Scopes?" You didn't reply. "Y/N?" Still nothing. "Tweety…"
"Huh?"
"I lost you for a second there. Where'd you go?"
"He's gonna know today," you answered him, your tone sullen and despondent. "Strange is gonna come out of his shoot, say it's not him, and everyone will know who it is. He's gonna know today and I'll never be able to look him in the eye again." Tears began to prick at the backs of your eyes as you could feel your heart splintering. "Maybe we should get someone on standby. In case he doesn't show tomorrow. Ghosts me completely."
"Tweety I really don't think--"
"Hey Babes. Hey Shaun. You two wanna go get brunch before Stephen's shoot?" You looked over at the door to find Wanda and Vision, along with Natasha, standing right outside your studio and looking up at you and Shaun tiptoeing on tall ladders with barely any support if one of you were to topple over where you stood.
"Hey Babes. Sure just let us get down from here and we'll join you." You looked over at the synthezoid standing by Wanda. "You joining us, Vishawn?"
"Tweety why would you use that, you know--"
"I know, Wan, I know. I've probably been hanging out too much with Sam. That reminds me, Vishaw--I mean, Vision…" you corrected yourself as Wanda playfully glared at you. "If ever we'd be in need of a substitute, you'd be available, yeah?"
"That would be correct, Agent Y/L/N," he answered you. "Although I do not believe that you would be in need of one--"
"I know, I'm just making sure I have my contingencies in place, you know?" you tried to explain as you took a step down from the ladder, causing it to wobble from its instability. "Could one of you hold this stable? And maybe someone else do the same for Shaun?"
"No need, little Tweety bird," the martial artist said casually as he practically flew off his ladder, landing safely on the ground.
"Show off," you grumbled, scrunching your nose and sticking your tongue out in his direction, earning you an amused look and a similar expression back. You took another step down carefully, the ladder nearly tipping over completely to the side had it not been for you putting all your body weight toward the opposite direction, stabilizing it once more. But only barely.
"Oh my fuck. Y/N!" you heard a new voice from by the door before you felt a fabric wrap around you as you were safely lifted upward and away from the ladder, and then placing you safely on the ground. You looked at Strange's cape wrapped around your shoulders, the lapels smoothing your flyaway hairs and then proceeding to fluff it out as the sorcerer approached you. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah yeah, I'm--I'm fine, Stephen. Thanks." You found yourself quickly returning the fond smile that he gave you, keeping yourself planted firmly on the ground as his cape seemed to push you toward its master. "You're here early."
"Just wanted to stop by and ask what time you wanted me." You raised an eyebrow at his wording, your friends leaning back with playful smirks on their faces as they eyed him. The former neurosurgeon suddenly stammered, "I-I mean, fuck. I mean what time you wanted me to come over. For the shoot."
"Relax, Strange," you chuckled at his suddenly nervous demeanor. "I know what you meant I'm just fucking with you." A grin broke through on his face as he visibly relaxed. "That's better…We were actually on our way out to brunch so…probably later at around 2pm sound good?"
"Sounds good. But nobody talk about food around me. You're about to feast on plates of bacon and french toast, while I'm here eating like a damn rabbit trying to make sure my abs don't get camera shy."
His words had brought a genuine smile to your face, something you hadn't been able to do for the last few days, and had you feeling a bit more like yourself. The you before this entire project even began and Stark decided to spill your secret that was bound to get out by the end of the day.
Goddamn Stark, I should've kept the code that had FRIDAY calling you Daddy for this.
"Just stay away from the carbs," you offered. "At least until the shoot's over and then you can gorge on all the bread and pasta you want, I promise." You turned toward your friends, who were now looking at you with an almost teasing expression. "Let's go?"
Hearing your name exclaimed in such a panicked manner had Loki sprinting from his seat at the kitchen island toward the door to your studio. Whatever got the former Midgardian healer to seem so worried about you was most definitely his concern as well. You may have been acting peculiar since yesterday which he couldn't quite rationalize for the life of him, but that did not take away from the fact that he still loved you and your safety would always be his priority.
When he got to the door of your studio, however, you were already safely on the ground, Strange's cape wrapped around your shoulders with the lapels primping at your hair, the rest of it making a visible effort to nudge you toward the sorcerer.
Perhaps his brother had been right after all. It was truly down to Strange and himself, considering that Barnes had walked out the night before unsuccessful in his attempt to woo you. And from the way you'd acted around him yesterday, the god was convinced that the super soldier was secretly a strong contender.
But it seemed that he'd found out before his appointment with you even came that he was ultimately to lose in this endeavor. It was the former healer. Strange.
And his dreaded suspicions were all but confirmed when he saw you speaking with the other man, your whole demeanor so glaringly comfortable compared to how you behaved when you were around the god. And your smile. The one he hadn't seen since this project even began. The one he thought you only had reserved for those closest to you.
You'd given that smile to Strange.
Perhaps the game was already over. A winner had already been determined before he even had his chance to test the waters with you. Of course it wouldn't be him. It was foolish of him to think that someone as good as you would ever harbor emotions for him that ran as deep as his for you.
That was a fantasy he simply was not deserving of.
All he could do was at least bask in the brief moment where he could see that smile of yours again. Even if it was given to someone else. He watched, frozen in his stupor, as you walked out of your studio still adorning the sentient cape, that wondrous moment where you illuminated his world with your radiant grin shattered as the expression on your face faded into one of hesitation as your eyes met his.
And in that moment he could swear his heart had fractured, too.
"Oh uh…hi, Loki," you stammered, your gaze fidgeting as if you'd become incapable of maintaining eye contact.
"Good morning, Y/N." He wanted to stab himself at how formal the atmosphere felt around you two ever since Banner's shoot. Things had felt so strained ever since that day, and what made it exponentially worse was that he couldn't pinpoint a reason why. All he knew was that yesterday morning when he saw you, before you disappeared into Barnes's chambers for the soldier's session with you, he had compelling reason to believe that you'd been crying.
Was it over your studio being ruined? Most probably not. He knew that you were not the time that would become so overcome with emotion over that. It was an inconvenience, absolutely. But it wasn't worth sobbing so hard that your eyes were rimmed with red.
Besides, the studio was all but finished now. It would be ready for you once more before Strange even appeared for his session after lunch.
"Are you alright?" The confusion on your face prompted him to say more. "I heard Strange call for you in a panic--"
"Oh that," you cut him off, your tone deceptively nonchalant. "Nearly fell off the ladder. No biggie. Levy kept me safe." You motioned toward the cape as you said the last part, the lapels now set on your cheeks and shaking your head. "Oh you don't like that name?" More vigorous shaking. "You'll get used to it." One of the lapels lightly tapped you on the cheek.
"Hey how come you're nicer to her than you are to me?" The ends of the cape made a motion as if shrugging at the sorcerer before resting at your sides once more.
"Strange, isn't there a command or something to get this to return to you? I don't know it just…feels weird. Like I'm wearing something I shouldn't be." He snapped his fingers and the garment twisted off your shoulders and went flying back to its master, sending your body twisting in the same direction from the momentum.
Loki made the split second decision to intercept you from that path, stepping forward and placing his hands on your shoulders. You looked up at him with those big doe eyes that it took all his strength to not throw caution into the wind, frame your face with his hands and press his lips to yours. Even if he wouldn't be the one to ultimately win your heart, he wanted you to know that you held his. There was never a competition. There never would be.
"Thanks, Mischief," you mumbled, awkwardly ducking and shuffling out of his hold. He resisted the urge that arose in him to reach for you again. You turned and reached your hand out towards Romanoff and walked toward the elevator, leaving him standing with the sorcerer.
"So it looks like it's down to the two of us," Strange commented, holding out a hand as a show of sportsmanship. "May the best man win?"
Loki merely scoffed as he turned and walked back toward his chambers. "I am no mere man."
You returned to the Tower in better spirits than when you left. That last interaction with Loki was so excessively awkward that it really threw you off kilter. It almost felt as if he already knew that it was him and he was doing everything in his power to retain what semblance of a friendship you had.
Would you even want to remain friends with him when he finally knew and he chose to say and do nothing and instead just put in an effort to ensure you both at least remained friends? No. Probably not.
With your studio good as new after Tony made sure to have everything repaired and replaced, you had all your resources available to you again. A far cry from yesterday at your shoot with Bucky where the entire thing took place in the bathroom in his apartment, which probably contributed further to the emotional train wreck of a session all that turned out to be.
Straining to clear your thoughts, you took a good look around the studio, assessing each set carefully to see which would fit Vision best. Might as well ready the contingency because you were almost completely sure that tomorrow your heart would break waiting in here for absolutely nothing and no one to show up for the December shoot.
You knew that he had a more human-presenting form, something he learned from early on in his relationship with Wanda so that she would not be subject to the condescending looks of those who passed her on the streets when they walked together hand in hand. More likely than not, he'd be using that, and he gave off more 'distinguished professor' vibes with that version of him, so you mulled over the study, trying to see what would work for him and what could be taken out now.
You'd been so focused on your current train of thought that you barely registered the sound of your door opening, the sound of footsteps and fabric whoosh-ing being what caught your attention.
"Scopes," Stephen greeted in a playful tone. "How was your brunch?"
His question once again had you smiling at how laid back the atmosphere was around him. "It was good, Strange. Thanks." You pointed toward the bare set with only a background and he snapped his fingers at his cape, making the garment stay put as he took his place on the set, sitting down on the chair you'd placed there this morning, legs stretched out as he manspread and leaned his torso slightly toward one side. Relieved at how quickly he'd taken to getting comfortable with a pose, you clicked away at your camera from a few angles, hoping one of them would be good.
"Hey, have you never been curious why there's half a vintage car in here?" he asked pointing at the display piece a few meters away from the bedroom set.
"Honestly? I chalked it off to Tony being Tony. Remember the man had a phase of when he believed something was ridiculous yet 'unique' he'd immediately go 'I need it. Buy it.' That's probably one of those pieces."
"And you never thought of using it?" You shrugged your answer; none of the previous sessions ever even considered branching out, and it wasn't your place to tell them which sets they would be posing in. After all, the entire point of the shoots were whatever they were comfortable with.
You did, however, use the car in your pre-calendar 'test shoots' with Wanda and Nat. And the resulting shots made you desperately wish that at least one of the twelve men would want to at least have a few shots done there.
"If I wanted to use it, what would we need?" You took a few covert shots at Strange as he talked, hoping that the casual demeanor he had would translate in the photos because it captured the sorcerer's effortless charm quite well.
"I'd have to either bring the blinds down so that the sun wouldn't be glaring into the lens and ruining the shot to Kingdom Come, or bring the half-car over here. You got any magic spells that could swing that?"
"I might have something better." He stood up and walked out of the studio, calling for someone to come over and help the two of you with something. A few moments later, you heard the unmistakable heavy strides of Thor fast approaching.
"Lady Y/N! Master Strange! How can I be of assistance?"
You pointed toward the half of the '67 Chevy Impala. "Could you bring that over to this side of the studio? We wanna use it for his shoot."
The blond god walked over to the piece. "Certainly. Though I do have to ask…While I am always happy to help you, my si--my friend," he stammered. He seemed to have caught himself before he said another word, but he hadn't said more than the beginning of a syllable, so you couldn't for the life of you figure out what the real word would have been. "Why didn't you call for my brother instead?"
You bit your tongue at the realization that Thor knew about your feelings for Loki. Memories of the June photoshoot haunted your mind now, of how you flat out admitted that you liked his brother. Too much, you even said. And for some reason he believed that those feelings were requited. Precious dummy.
"I erm…Strange was the one who called. Not me," you evaded his question. In truth had you been the one to step out, you'd have made the same call. "I-I didn't even know he was outside."
The god of thunder lifted the half of car seemingly without much effort and began to bring it toward the front of the studio, taking slow, careful steps as he struggled to see where he was going. "He is always outside, Lady Y/N. Those who do not know better may even take to believing that he'd begun to live on that portion of the couch. Stark even made a comment about how the cushions may already have a permanent impression of his buttocks…?"
You chortled at the mental image, making a note to check the couch for such a mark. Out of pure curiosity, of course.
He put down the fragment of the vintage car down near the set that you were just using with a goofy triumphant smile on his face. "Will you be needing my assistance elsewhere, my friend?" You shook your head at him. "Then I suppose I will take my leave. Lady Y/N. Master Strange."
"Thanks, Thunder." You waved at him as he walked out of the studio. You turned back towards Strange, who'd taken the initiative to place the chair he was previously occupying down in front of the opening of the half-car. "Alright, Doctor." You motioned toward the backseat. "Take a seat. Let's try to get this done as soon as possible so you can go eat. Y'know. Do it for the pizza."
"Hah. Right," he chuckled, unbuttoning the first button on his shirt and pulling on one side before taking a seat in the back half of the Impala. You clicked away on your camera as he adjusted his seating, having a feeling that his official shot would be one of the more casual, candid shots rather than the ones he posed for. "Would you like to join me, Y/N?"
You put your camera down, your smile faltering as you saw him intently looking at you, waiting for your answer. "O-Oh. I uhh…"
The smile on his face lost its brilliance, fading into one more consistent with someone trying to handle disappointment without making it too obvious. "So it's Laufeyson?"
You figured there was no point hiding it anymore. He was the only one left. You nodded your answer. "I'm sorry, Stephen." His eyebrows furrowed together in visible disappointment, looking away from you. You couldn't fathom for the life of you why you took a shot of him looking like that, but you did. "And I know it's stupid. He hates everyone, he hates his brother, so spare me the speech. I'm a stupid little mortal. Alert the press."
"I wasn't going to say that, Scopes." He stood up, his tone sounding more like that of a consoling friend as you walked over to your computer to plug in the memory card from the camera. "I was just going to say that if ever you two got together we'd have two world record breaking relationships in the team."
"Oh yeah? How so?" Your tone dripped with sarcasm as you entertained his ridiculous hypothetical of you and Loki becoming an item.
"Well we already have Rhodes and Danvers with the universe's longest distance relationship." His quip had you chuckling despite the impending heart-shattering conclusion to this project fast approaching. You could feel it more and more now that the moment he'd walk out and inform everyone that it wasn't him came closer and closer. "And then if you and Laufeyson became a thing? We'd have the universe's largest age gap relationship."
You nearly spat out your water. "Strange--!"
"I mean I don't think anyone can top a thousand and three hundred years, give or take, so I think it's safe to say that that record would be yours. You even beat out Thor and Foster." His comments had you full on cracking up now, for some reason becoming much funnier once he brought up Thor and his currently long distance relationship with his own girlfriend.
"Ohh god…" you groaned. "You think Jane would kill me if I told her when she gets back that I saw her boyfriend naked?"
"Are you kidding?" he shot back at you. "This is Thor we're talking about. Jane probably already knew about the calendar the second Stark announced it. And she probably already knows that you saw everything that her boyfriend had to offer. He tells her everything. L'amour and all that."
When the pictures finished importing into your computer, you pulled all his shots up on the screen. "Pick your poison, Doc."
"I see what you're doing, you know," he teased. "Trying to avoid the conversation about Mr Golden Horns. What is it?" He laid a hand on your shoulder, urging you to look at him. "Oh. You still think it's one sided, don't you?"
"Come on, Strange, I know it is. Just pick your shot. Please."
He pointed at the last shot you took. "I like the melancholia."
"Plus your fans are gonna be screamin' and creamin' from the little bit of exposed chest they get from this."
"That's just--Ugh, gross, Scopes. How'd you get so crass?"
"Hung around too much with Sam. And then started hanging around with Shaun to add some flavor." He gave you a fond smile before redoing the undone button on his shirt and straightening it out before proceeding to begin to walk away. "Hey, Strange?"
"Yeah, Y/N?"
"Is there any chance you could…postpone telling them? Just until tomorrow?"
A sad smile graced his features as he shook his head. "You know I can't. They'll figure it out anyways if I walk out of here anything less than ecstatic."
Tears began to prick at the back of your head once again as the inevitability sank in. This was it. Loki would know in a matter of minutes. "Gotcha. It's all good. Thanks, Strange."
"If he doesn't want you back, it's his loss," he uttered, his tone once again consoling. "You're an incredible woman. It's…the whole reason I said yes to Stark's ridiculous project. I wanted to try and see if maybe you got to know me a bit better…"
"That's…that was really sweet of you, Stephen." You grimaced as the look in his eyes became somber. "Fuck, it never feels good turning someone down. I'm really sorry," you sighed as he gave you a clearly forced smile. His attempt at trying to make it easier for you, which just made you feel even worse. "I suppose tomorrow I get to know how you all felt. Taste of my own medicine and all that."
"He's an idiot if he rejects you, Y/N. Remember that." You answered him with a forced smile of your own. "And if ever he really does prove that he's the biggest idiot on the team, if you ever need a shoulder to cry on…" He clicked his tongue and gave you a playful wink as he raised his shoulder. "I'm available."
His antics somehow found a way to elicit a giggle from you. "Thanks, Strange. You know, Stark did say that he was so sure of this turning out well for me that if he was wrong, I had full permission to beat his ass in one of his Iron Man suits, so at least I have that to look forward to."
"Atta girl. Do you want me to go tell Horns that his appointment's tomorrow or do you wanna do it?"
You groaned at even the thought of having to face Loki after this shoot. "Might as well, right? I'll do it. You go on ahead, Strange. I'm sorry you have to be the sorry fucker to seal my fate."
"I'm sorry, too."
And with those words, he walked out of the studio. Leaving you alone with your computer and your fears of rejection intensifying by the second.
There was truly no viable reason why Loki chose to still stay at his usual seat waiting for Strange's appointment with you to conclude. He already knew the answer to all this. Strange would emerge victorious and he would have to face you tomorrow without you even realizing that his heart had shattered the night before.
Should he even bother with telling you of his affections? He did not wish to put you in an uncomfortable spot especially since you were already adjusting to your new reality where you were starting a new relationship with the sorcerer.
Strange finally emerged from your studio, the smile on his face inconsistent with that of someone who'd just won your heart, but it unnerved the god nonetheless.
"So it's you," he huffed. "I suppose congratulations are in order." He stood and held out his hand. "I suggest you hurry before I change my mind and break your jaw with it instead."
"Oh fuck me," he grumbled, breaking into chuckles that sounded a mix of strained, relieved, and disappointed all at once. "You're in love with her. Oh this is rich. This is some Hallmark, Lifetime level shit."
"Strange, what--"
"It's not me, Frosty." His heart pounded in his chest at the words.
He couldn't find it in himself to utter the words. To even think it possible that the answer was… "It's me?"
Strange took his hand and gave it a single shake. "Congratulations. Try not to rub it in all our faces tomorrow. Who am I kidding? You'll probably walk out of here carrying her bridal style."
The sorcerer walked away f rom him and further into the tower right as the door to your studio opened again and you poked your head out of the doorway, the hesitation in your eyes returning as your gaze met his.
Oh, my darling Y/N. Was that the reason behind your discomfort all this time? You thought your feelings unreturned?
"Uhh, h-hey, Mischief. You good for doing the shoot tomorrow?"
It took all his strength not to walk over and just make you completely his right this moment, offering only a smile your way instead. "Yes, darling. I'll see you tomorrow."
You ducked back in to your studio with a quiet "Okay", leaving him slumped back in his seat, thinking about how he could steer his appointment with you tomorrow. The things he could do in order for things to lead to him finally getting to tell you the words.
"I love you, Y/N," he whispered into the empty waiting area.
As the hours passed and you still hadn't reemerged from your studio, Loki concluded that you'd probably fallen asleep in there once more, surrounded by your work. But instead of walking over and pressing his hand to the door, silently bidding you goodnight, he made the decision to walk in there instead and check in on you.
He found you laying on the floor, pages of the calendar strewn out around you in varying sizes, your tablet near your right arm. Your chest rose and fall in perfectly even intervals, telling him that you'd fallen fast asleep, but the furrow in your brows told him that you were at some level of discomfort.
"Oh my darling mortal," he whispered, picking you up and into his arms, causing you to stir as your arm instinctively hooked itself over his shoulder.
"Who--"
"It's only me, Y/N. I'm bringing you to bed." Your tiny giggle at his words nearly had his resolve crumbling. "To sleep, my love." He bit his tongue at his own words, thanking the Norns that you were too deep in the hold of your slumber to remember much of this encounter.
You grumbled against him, burrowing your face into the crook of his neck as he walked up the steps leading to your chambers. Loki couldn't help but smile as he caught the words "no fun" in the midst of your incoherent protests. Once he made it into your bedroom and laid you on your bed, you became a touch more restless in your sleep.
"What is it, darling?" His voice became clipped, more strained, as you squirmed and whimpered in reaction to him tucking your blanket under you. "Truly testing my resolve, aren't you, little mortal?" You mumbled more incoherent words, making him sigh in temporary defeat. He would talk to you tomorrow. "Sleep well, my love." He pressed a brief kiss to the top of your head before he turned and made his way out of your chambers.
"Mmph…love," you sighed as you began to wriggle out of the hold of your blanket. "I wish Loki loved me back."
He crossed the distance to you once more, leaning down and placing his lips barely an inch away from your ear. "I do, my darling Y/N. I do." Your breathing began to grow heavy as he whispered the words into your ear. "My darling girl, tomorrow I will make you mine. You will know without a shadow of a doubt that you have my heart. That you have consumed my every thought, waking and dreaming."
You began to stir some more, starting to turn your face towards his, causing him to splay his fingers lightly along your jaw, keeping you in place. Your chest heaved, little whimpers escaping your lips.
"Tomorrow, my love." He touched his forehead to your temple. "Words will never be enough to adequately tell you of how I love you, so I will prove to you my affections. Show you how you possess my heart, my devotion, my pleasure. There will not be an inch of your precious form that will go untouched, unloved. By tomorrow's end you will share my bed, lay in my arms, and I will never let you go." He pressed a kiss to the skin below your ear, eliciting a moan that had him quickly hardening in his trousers.
"Vixen," he grumbled against your skin, pressing another kiss to the same spot. "Rest tonight, darling. You'll need your strength." You whimpered once more, the heavy implications of his words seeming to have reached you even in your current state. He moved to hover his lips over the base of your throat. "Just one more. To tide me over until I have you tomorrow. Until you're mine. Forever."
He pressed a kiss to your skin, both hearing and feeling the delicious moan you let out. Gods, that alone took a Herculean effort for him to pull his lips away from you, to wait until the next day for him to conduct a proper seduction. One that neither of you would forget. When he had pulled away — albeit reluctantly — and once again was at the door leading out of your bedroom, he turned toward you one final time. "Sweet dreams, my love. Until tomorrow."
A/N: Sing it with me everybody, he knows he knows and I know he knows…
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my weighted stuffed animal came today!!!
i can either imagine a phenomenal wrecker cuddle session with it, or hunter stealing it and cuddling it to help with sensory overload :D
Oh how cute! Hope it's alright if I focus on Wrecker this time, he's not getting enough love in my opinion.
Wrecker x Reader - Soft One-Shot- Down To Cuddle Town
Your new stuffed animal get's lost before you can actually enjoy it. On your search for the lost sleeping buddy, you discover a sweet little surprise.
Yesterday afternoon you had finally been able to pick up weighted stuffed animal, but more than 24 hours had passed in the meantime and you had not yet been able to use or enjoy it properly at all. The last two days had been eventful and exhausting. But now you were running back and forth between the cabins of the new, converted Marauder, desperately searching for your cuddly toy.
That stuffed animal was a stress reliever, supposed to help you sleep. But it was no longer sitting on your bed in your cabin, where you had left it. You had searched your whole cabin very thoroughly, thinking that maybe you had put it somewhere else and just didn't know it anymore, after all there had been a lot going on.
After what felt like an eternity of searching, you felt frustration rising in you. Crosshair had teased you about the stuffed animal, made fun of it a bit, not maliciously, but still, maybe he had hidden the stuffed animal to annoy you a bit, wouldn't be the first time doing something like that or something similar.
"CROSSHAIR!"
You pounded on the door of his cabin, furious. You heard his footsteps, when he opened he was wearing only his blacks. He looked tired, as if you had just roused him from sleep, and his gaze was so sharp and penetrating that you almost forgot your anger. You just remembered one important rule about Crosshair, one you just had broken yourself; Never wake Crosshair.
"What the hell do you want?" he asked cuttingly trying to burn you under his gaze.
"My stuffed animal."
He frowned angrily.
"What does that have to do with me?" he growled.
"Did you hide it?"
Crosshair rolled his eyes, "No I didn't and now let me sleep or I'll fry you for breakfast tomorrow".
With those words his cabin door closed again.
To you it hadn't seemed like he was lying, but if Crosshair had nothing to do with kidnapping your cuddly toy, then what had happened?
You walked further down the hall and passed Wrecker's door, it was open and Wrecker was lying in his bed. Actually you would have politely looked away maybe closed his door, but a spot of color in his arm that looked familiar piqued your curiosity and you took a closer look.
Wrecker was lying in his bed and had your stuffed animal in his arms. You had not expected that.
You entered the room, quietly at first, curious and confused. You finally stood right next to him and saw your cuddly toy quite clearly. Wrecker had both arms wrapped around it and was sleeping peacefully. Somehow the whole thing looked cute. You sighed, you couldn't bring yourself to wake him up or just pull the cuddly toy out of his arms. With another sigh, you turned around and were about to leave the room when you heard his voice behind you.
"Hey, Mesh'la, what are you doing here?" he asked softly, his voice slightly husky from his sleep.
When you turned around, he sat up in his bed and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.
"Looking for my stuffed animal," you admitted.
"Oh."
The look he gave you was caught and shy.
"Sorry, Mesh'la, you were still out and about and since I lost Lula I don't sleep so well anymore. I thought for you the stuffed animal is just decoration or something, didn't think you really miss it. Still shouldn't have just taken it, of course."
"You lost Lula?" you asked, surprised.
Wrecker nodded sadly.
"I didn't know that at all. We can take turns with the stuffed animal," you suggested.
You really liked Wrecker, of course you felt sorry for him and wanted to help him somehow.
Wrecker smiled shyly at you and said, "That's very sweet of you, but I have another idea."
"Oh yeah?" you asked, surprised.
"We could cuddle together with the stuffed animal".
"Together?" you asked, confused.
Wrecker nodded.
"Yes together, I can hug both of you, maybe we will all sleep better".
You had to grin automatically, you liked the idea, also that Wrecker wanted to be close to you.
Wrecker lay down, with the stuffed animal in his arms and tapped his free hand invitingly on his bed.
"Come on Mesh'la, let's just try it out" with a chuckle he added "Let's go down to cuddle town"
With a shy "okay", you climbed into bed with him and lay down in his arm which he spread out invitingly. He gently pulled you close to him and your cuddly toy. It was so warm, so cozy, so safe.
You looked at each other and his gaze was so warm and gentle that your heart beat a little faster.
"So, how does it feel?" he asked softly.
With a sweet smile you said, „I like it here, dI could get used to this“
Wrecker laughed softly, „I could get used to this too“
You cuddled up closer to him, feeling his warmth.
„I look out for the both of you tonight, okay?“,Wrecker whispered and placed a soft, chaste kiss on your forhead.
You sighed softly, „Thank you Wrecker“ and closed your eyes, feeling safe and comfortable, more so than probably ever before.
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can’t take my eyes off you (part 7)
gif by: @robinsteve
pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader
warnings: you guys know the drill by now
word count: 2,314
summary: steve fakes y/m for a week for a family reunion, but little does y/n know, he's had the biggest crush on her for a while.
a/n: this is officially my favorite steve gif. also, this one's short as well. just another filler chapter
saturday. yes. you’ll admit it. you were kind of looking forward to going home, but steve’s family’s grown on you. especially the kids. you don't know if you want to leave anymore. you sit up in bed and see steve sprawled out everywhere. you quietly laugh to yourself. you don't bother with changing your clothes, heading downstairs in your pajamas.
"i'd say morning, but it's twelve in the afternoon" diane says to you as you step into the kitchen. your eyes slightly widen.
"i slept for that long?" she nods
"why did you and steve get home so late?"
"we went to see top gun"
"ooh. i heard tom cruise was in it"
"oh, diane. he was a sight for sore eyes" you both laugh and she gestures to the table.
"well, you missed breakfast, but we still have lunch. since tomorrow's the last day, we kept it simple. so grilled cheese and tomato soup it is for today"
"my mouth is already watering" you grab a plate, and bowl, and make yourself your lunch. this was the one time you didn't make steve his food because you were just too hungry to put your food on pause to make him something to eat. you took a seat at the barstool that you usually sit on and dipped your grilled cheese into the tomato soup, then taking a bite.
"i forgot how good grilled cheese was"
"never underestimate the power of grilled cheese" diane says
"mm. somethng smells good" you look to your right and see steve wallking into the kitchen.
"look. sleeping beauty has finally risen" steve rolls his eyes at your comment and his mom hands him his food. looks like she made it for him. he tells her thank you and takes a seat beside you. he bites into his sandwich and he looks just as satisfied as you.
"so, what do you two have planned today?" steve swallows his food then speaks up.
"i was thinking of staying in today?" he looks at you and you nod
"staying in sounds amazing to me. maybe we can play another game of twister and i can kick your ass again"
"do you kiss your mother with that mouth?"
"why would i kiss my mom, steve? that's incest" he rolls his eyes
"you know what i mean" you two go silent after that for a bit, just finishing your lunch.
"oh, y/n, wendy and nicole said they wanted to give you a makeover today. they're in the living room waiting" diane tells you and you slightly panick. you let one of your cousins give you a makeover one time, and long story short, you looked like ronald mcdonald with how much she caked your face.
"lucky me" you slowed your pace at eating your lunch, scared for what was to come. once you did finish though, you made your way into the living room, steve by your side. the two girls spotted you instantly and perked up.
"stevie! y/n! perfect!" you and steve look at each other with scared looks and then back at the girls, walking to sit in front of them on the floor.
"stevie, we're giving you a makeover too" nicole says
"what? i came here to watch"
"we want to make you look pretty" wendy says and you nudge steve. you look down at the play makeup that wendy and nicole had laid out.
"okay, nicole, you do stevie and i'll do y/n" wendy orders and nicole nods. wendy stands up so that she can properly put makeup onto your face.
"first i'm gonna do eyeshadow" you nod
"close your eyes" you close them as instructed and you start to feel her work her way across your eyelids. you're just curious as to what color she picked out. she did the same to the other eye and then blowed your eyes.
"that's to get off any extra stuff" you nod
"okay, you can open your eyes again" you open them and see wendy holding blush.
"now i'm going to do your blush" she starts to dab the pink powder across your cheeks and does the same as she did to your eyes. she blows off the extra. she stands back a bit after she does that and looks at you, then nods.
"almost done. just have to do lipstick" she picks up a mini thing of lipstick and takes the cap off of it.
"do this," she puckers her lips and you copy her actions. she applies the lipstick onto your lips. she then put the cap back onto the lipstick and looked at your face, a big smile on it.
"you look like an official princess" she holds up a tiny mirror so you can see yourself and you gotta admit, she didn't do a bad job for a kid.
"i watch mommy do her makeup all the time" she says and you nod, then putting the mirror down and facing her.
"i love it wendy. thank you" she smiles big and nods. you then turn to look at steve and nicole is still going at him. she makes him pucker his lips like wendy did with you and she put on a bold, red lipstick. his eyes meet yours and you're trying your hardest not to laugh. you'll never let him live this down.
once nicole finishes, she hands him the mirror you previously had and steve looks at what nicole did.
"wow nicole. you sure weren't lying when you said you'd make me look pretty" he puts the mirror down, looking at her. he then looks at you.
"wendy, you did an amazing job at doing y/n's makeup" he stands up from his spot on the ground.
"thank you. now, let's go show people" the two little girls grab your hands and pull you into the kitchen. diane was the first to see and the biggest smile makes its way onto her face.
"wow. you two look... just wow" she's trying not to laugh and you just stand there as she takes it all in. cynthia is the next person to see it.
"y/n... you-" she then looks at steve. "oh. and steve" she lets out a laugh at steve and he gives her a bitch face.
"this is the best thing i've seen all day" she walks past the two of you, heading out to the terrace.
"let's go show our mommies" wendy says to nicole and she nods. they drag you to where you assumed their moms were.
"mommy! nicole and me did y/n and stevie's makeup!" laura and jennifer turn around and take in the sight of you and steve.
"wow"
"yeah yeah, i know" steve says and you're laughing. it's so hard for you to take him serious.
"sassy much?" laura asks and steve rolls his eyes
"you did an amazing job, sweetie" jennifer says to nicole and nicole smiles widely.
"i made him look pretty"
"so are you saying i was ugly before?" steve asks her and she nods. he fake gasps and places a hand over his heart.
"words hurt, nicole" she giggles and steve smiles
"this is by far the highlight of my life" laura says and you nod
"oh for sure"
"okay, come on. let's go back inside" wendy grabs your hand and drags you back into the house. steve in tow with nicole.
"when can i take this off?" steve asks nicole
"later" looks like you two have to go all day with your new look. throughout the day, you and steve did various tasks, still having the makeup on. at some point you two changed into different clothes. around 6, you and steve were watching some tv in the living room when wendy and nicole came up to you.
"you guys can take it off now" steve was the first to head to the bathroom and take it off. once he came back out, he was back to looking how he did hours earlier. you were next. you went into the bathroom and turned on the cold water, washing your face. you took the washcloth that you could tell steve used, and wiped your face off, getting rid of all leftover residue.
you headed back into the living room and sat down beside steve.
"who knew looking pretty came with a cost" he said and you chuckled
"you can't deny that you didn't enjoy it" he went silent, thus proving your point.
"see. i'm right"
"you usually are"
"don't kiss ass, harrington" he rolls his eyes. you swear, one day they're going to get stuck in the back of his head with how much he does it.
"i'm definitely telling robin and dustin about this when we get back home" he turns to face you, pointing a finger at you
"you will do nothing of the sort"
"you can't stop me" you grin evily at him and he squints his eyes at you.
"you got five seconds to start running. i'm giving you a headstart" you get up and take off out the door, heading to the vineyard. you can feel your calves burning as you run. you haven't put this much effort into running since highschool. you take many different turns, finding a hiding spot. you crouch down, panting and catching your breath.
"y/n!" you hear steve shout
"come on out, sweetheart!" your heart is thumping against your chest, and you're still trying to catch your breath. once you calm down your breathing, you can hear steve start to get closer. you slowly get up from your crouched position and you book it back to the house. you're running when suddenly you feel a pair of arms wrap themselves around your waist. you're let out loud laughter and steve is laughing with you.
"gotcha" steve whispers in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.
"i would've had it if you didn't have such long ass legs you fucking giant" he chuckles and sets you back down on the ground.
"you're not telling robin and dustin about today"
"how will you know what i do and don't tell them?" you raise a brow at him and you two just stare at each other for a minute.
"i have my ways" he says
"oh yeah?"
"yeah," steve starts to stalk towards you and you back up at the same time. he then grabs you and throws you over his shoulder.
"steve harrington! put me down!" he's laughing
"nope" you sigh in defeat. steve carries you all the way back to the house and diane shoots you a look as steve walks past her and heads up the stairs to your shared bedroom. he then opens the door, closing it with his food. when he's in front of the bed, he throws you down onto it.
"just treat me like a ragdoll, why don't you" he rolls his eyes
"you're dramatic"
"and you're a pain in my ass. so what's new"
"who's the one who paid for your ice cream yesterday?"
"only because you wouldn't let me" he places his hands on his hips and looks at you.
"well you paid for the movie like you wanted, didn't you?" you shrug
"still doesn't change the fact that you're a pain in the ass. just accept it, steven" he goes quiet before he sighs
"fine. you win" you grin victoriously and move on the bed so that you're leaning against the headboard. you turn the tv on and watch some cartoons as you wait for dinner. steve joins you and soon the smell of pizza hits your nose. you could kill for some pizza right now.
you rush down the stairs and head into the kitchen. you grab a plate and put two slices of pepperoni pizza onto it, sitting down at the same barstool from earlier. five minutes later steve is beside you and you munching away on his pizza. after he finishes a slice, he puts the crust on your plate
"i don't like the crust" you gasp
"steve, that's like... the best part of the pizza. but thanks for the free crust" you happily eat his crust and you grab another slice. you had a big appetite today. steve laughed from beside you.
"if i knew you were this hungry, i would've bought you your own separate box"
"you should've" once you were done with your third slice, you head back up to the room. after all that running earlier, you were tired out. you change back into your pajamas from earlier and slip into bed. steve takes a shower and you continue to watch cartoons. like clockwork, you put on scooby-doo. you were very into the episode that was on. so into it that you didn't notice steve get into bed beside you.
"i gotta admit, you rocked that shade of lipstick," you speak, attention still on the tv.
"might have to look into buying some" you both laugh, but still keep your attention on the tv in front of you.
"thank you for bringing me here. i don't regret saying yes. and besides, i think we made an amazing fake-couple" right. fake. steve had to remind himself that everything was fake and that when you two went home tomorrow, it'd be back to how it was before.
"yeah. i guess we do" the conversation died down after that and you two watched the show in a comfortable silence. you eventually fell asleep, but steve couldn't sleep.
fake. it was all fake.
"it's not fake for me" he whispers to himself before he shuts the tv off, lying down and trying to fall asleep. eventually he succumbs to sleep, but he falls asleep with you on his mind. the girl next to him. the girl that he found unattainable. the girl that he would love to grow old with. the prettiest girl in the world.
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Emptober Day 23: Tooth
The demi-god stuffed a scrap of cloth from the banner shop to the empty space where a tooth once was, trying to stop the blood and not worry his papa. He'd done it! He got his loose tooth out all by himself! He was brave, just like the sheriff! He was so proud of himself. And surely, papa would be proud of him too! He just had to go and show him!
He took the baby tooth in his hand, keeping the cloth to the gap and running outside to find Sausage.
Said parent was talking to Scott, the two were laughing about something. Something about wood? Hermes didn't quite get it, but it sounded similar to the notes he'd be sent to either parent's house with.
"Well, thank you very much for your wood. Maybe you could come by and strip it for me." Scott teased, leaning against the shulker box a little. Sausage laughed.
"You never know, maybe I'll find the time. I'm pretty busy, but for you, I think I can-"
"Papa! Scott!" Hermes chirped, causing Scott to go bright red once he'd realized that the child had been there.
"Oh- ! Hello, little sunspot!" He smiled nonetheless, a bit confused at the current state of him.
"Hi!" Hermes would've given them a usual toothy grin, but it seemed he was missing a vital part of that. "I lost a tooth!"
Sausage gave a proud smile as Hermes held up the little tooth, ruffling up his hair a little. "Well, look at that! How'd that happen, mijo?"
"Pulled it out." Hermes took the piece of cloth from his mouth to show the blood stain. "See? It was bleeding a lot. And I hit my head on the wall when it came out. But I pulled it out all by myself!"
"Well, congratulations, little sunspot." Scott fished through his pockets briefly, before handing Hermes a glittering blue gemstone. "I think this kind of achievement deserves reward, don't you Sausage?"
"Oh, absolutely. Now, what do we say, mijo?"
"Thank you scott!" Hermes looked down at the diamond in his hand with stars in his eyes. Scott smiled fondly.
"Of course, dear. Now, I'd better get going.. you two have a lovely day."
When the colorful man left, Sausage took Hermes to the clinic to properly clean him up. The two excitedly talked about this first lost tooth, and what he could possibly do with it.
"The tooth fairy sounds like auntie lizzie." He decided. "I'm just gonna keep it safe."
Sausage tried his best not to laugh, but nodded a little and kissed Hermes' forehead. "Alright, that's fine. I bet daddy's gonna be real excited when you show him tomorrow."
And Hermes was excited to show him. Sitting on the steps of the his home in Stratos, he sat on the chest and kicked his feet, holding onto the note he wrote all by himself. "look daddy, I lost a tooth!"
#emptober#empires smp season 2#mcyt#roxie's writing#HERMES THE BELOVED <3#I saw the little snippit that the Emptober blog made and RAN
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Strangers
-> Jung Jaehyun x Reader, fluff with a bit of angst, around 900 words, warnings: mentions of alcohol
LOVERS-SERIES
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You're mind is racing and blank at the same time, as you sit in a bar one Friday night.
You're brighter most days, but today is an exception. Truthfully the past month was full of exceptions, making you wonder if the day would ever come when you would feel carefree again.
"Is this seat taken?"
A deep voice snaps you out of your thoughts and you quickly turn your head to find a handsome young man standing next to you.
He's wearing black too, but you doubt it's because of the same reason.
"Please", as polite as you were raised you gesture for him to sit down next to you. He wordlessly obliges, eyes still studying you.
The bartender walks up to you, the stranger quickly raising one hand, "nothing for now", he says with a dark voice.
You look over to find him still staring at you. Suddenly feeling a bit nervous under his gaze you lift the drink to your lips and down the rest of the honey colored liquor in one go.
The man huffs, "tough day?"
"You have no idea", shoots out of your mouth before you can even think. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't complain."
"No need to apologize. Everyone has a right to be mad at the world."
You narrow your eyes, trying to figure out what his intentions were. It wasn't often that a stranger casually started talking to you in a bar. Honestly it wasn't often you were in a bar in the first place.
"I guess you're right", you think about it, "so, are you mad at the world, too?"
He tilts his head, thinking about your question. "I used to be mad at the world for giving me so much time and on the other hand taking other people's time so fast."
You sigh, knowing the feeling all too well. "The kindest souls always leave too early."
"Jaehyun", the stranger suddenly introduces himself, eyes trying to find yours. You raise your eyebrows in confusion.
"My name's Jaheyun", he repeats, a gentle smile spreading on his pinkish lips.
"Y/n."
Like the gentleman he is, he extends his hand for you to shake. You accept it, a giggle escaping your lips.
"You look even more beautiful when you smile", he compliments all of a sudden, catching you off guard.
"Oh, thank you", you swallow, your throat feeling dry. Is he flirting with you? Okay, no clearly he is. But why is he flirting with you?
Both of you are looking at each other now. Jaehyun's lips are curled in a soft smile, his dark eyes going up and down between your eyes and your lips.
You're studying his sharp yet gentle features. How is it possible for a man to look this good, you wonder.
Jaehyun chuckles, moving in his chair. "Do you maybe want to meet again tomorrow?"
That's a question you don't expect at all, nevertheless you feel happy he's asking. "I would love to", you smile, "maybe we could have lunch together? There's this nice restaurant right by the beach-"
"No", he abruptly interrupts you. "How does dinner sound instead? I know a restaurant in the city with a nice atmosphere."
You blink at him, "oh yeah that sounds good too", you say.
Jaehyun notices your disappointment and quickly leans forward, putting his hand on yours. "Let's go to the beach another time. Maybe we can eve watch the sunset?"
Your heart skips a beat when his hand meets yours. "Sure", you say without thinking. Jaehyun leaning in like this drives you crazy, you can barely function properly.
"Good, it's a date then", he concludes. Letting go of your hand he gets up from the chair and fixes his black jacket.
"Oh, you're leaving already?"
"It's late. I'll walk you home." He reaches out once again to grab your hand.
You follow him outside, it's dark already and freezing cold. It had rained earlier, painting the streets of a dark grey, the warm light of the street lamps illuminating the city.
Jaehyun lets go of your hand as soon as you're outside. He looks up to the night sky, wishing he could see just one star.
You rub your arms, freezing already. You look down, regretting your choice of footwear. Maybe if you would have worn your boots you wouldn't be freezing this much.
Just as you're about to look up again you feel something touch your shoulders. It feels heavy and before you can protest, Jaehyun has already put his jacket over your shoulders.
You gasp, "what are you doing? You'll catch a cold!" You can't believe he's giving you his jacket in this freezing weather.
"It's fine", he gently says, his hands gliding down your arms.
"No it's not", you argue once again, Jaehyun smiling even wider now.
"I'm fine, really", he chuckles, the sound making your heart flutter. You realize how close he is once again, his face only centimeters from yours.
Your heart begins to beat fast. "Better?" He whispers with a deep voice and you nod, eyes traveling between his eyes and his lips.
Jaehyun leans in slowly and you can't help but close your eyes. Gently, he places a soft kiss on your lips, barely touching them. He's so careful, like he doesen't want to hurt you.
"Better", you whisper back after your kiss.
With a smile, Jaehyun intertwines your fingers. "Then let's go now, I'll take you home." And just like that you disappear into the night.
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a/n: bet you didn't expect a part two to lovers hehe but here we are, actually I was planning on releasing it sooner.. but now it's out and I'm so happy, so enjoy!
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