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seeingivy · 2 years ago

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enchanted

satoru gojo x f!reader

**part of my debut concert event

**part one of this fic here icymi (read before or its kinda confusing)

**part of my satoru as taylor swift songs series

content: satoru and your parents are annoying, like in the last part, readers mom just says a bunch of mean shit (including comments on body image, etc), gojo being defensive of his wife but also corny asf, babies megumi + tsumiki having lil nightmares and wanting to sleep w their parents

an: KING OF MY HEART IS ONE OF MY FAV FICS EVER. so glad the pookie who requested this asked for it bc I was so excited writing it. also corny lil enchanted lyrics are at the end. mister satoru gojo is enchanted to meet you and ur lil babies megumi and tsumiki just love you

“Dr. L/N?”

You look up from the computer, breaking away from your sheer focus of charting all the patients you just saw in the past hour (nine patients - which sounds mediocre, but in actuality is insanity on earth).

Because when they’re sick, their parents ask a lot of questions. Which you understand and always honor - but that means you’re always running on a back log, running from one room to the next with no breaks in between. Satoru thinks that you’ll collapse on the floor one day while doing it. And you tell him that he’s praying on your downfall.

“Yes, Sarah? What’s up?”

“Your husband’s here to have lunch with you.”

“Ah. I still haven’t caught up on my charting and I really need to-”

You feel a hand on your shoulder, your senior advisor, Dr. Aoki, giving you a warm smile. She’s almost thirty years your senior - soft wrinkles and grey patches spread throughout her hair.

And she really, really loves Satoru. Which you know because she doesn’t shut up about him, always going on about how sweet he is.

“Go. Have lunch with your husband. I’ll finish off for you.”

“Ah. Dr. Aoki, I can’t let you. Plus, you don’t even know-”

“You take detailed notes. And I’m old, but I’m sure I can figure it out. Now go eat lunch with your sweet husband before I do it for you.”

You smile, giving her hand a squeeze, before dragging your feet to the breakroom - suddenly hyperaware of the tension in the back of your knees, your shoulders, and the back of your eyes. Satoru’s waiting for you at the center table - two glass bento boxes and two iced coffee’s sitting on the table.

He’s scrolling aimlessly on his phone and you’re more than positive that he’s playing Cut the Rope. A game Megumi begged him to download, but now he plays more than Megumi. Which just pisses Megumi off, because Satoru plays so far ahead in the game that Megumi can’t even remember which level it was he stopped at.

You look down at the cup of iced coffee, Satoru’s handwriting inscribed on the side.

pookie <;3

Bastard. He knows you hate it when you call him that.

Satoru looks up and smacks his phone down at the table as you take his side, placing your head flat against the clear, white table. Satoru immediately directs his hand to the back of your hair, his fingers soothing into the tense muscles in the back of your neck.

“Hello my little workaholic.”

“Good afternoon my little pain in the ass.”

He laughs, lifting your head up as he opens up the boxes, sliding forward the food he made and sticking the fork in your hand. You look down at the line up - egg fried rice and a wild assortments of fruits and vegetables on the side. They’re all cut into sweet little shapes - the cucumbers in hearts, the strawberries in flowers.

Right. You had tasked Satoru with making Megumi and Tsumiki’s lunches for one week when you were on the night call. When you had returned, all he did was scold you for making very boring lunches for Megumi and Tsumiki.

Granted, you thought they weren’t half bad. You always made sure to give them a little treat - strawberry gummies for Tsumiki and sour candy for Megumi - and left sweet little notes in their lunch boxes, saying you were proud of them, that Megumi was going to do great on his presentation, and that Tsumiki looked pretty today.

Satoru resolved the situation by heading to the store and buying the special little cutouts, shiny new metal tin boxes for Megumi and Tsumiki, and even glittery stationery to leave them both notes.

Yeah and he never let you make their lunch again. He’d often drop by to the office to eat with you, since he knew that was the only time you would eat anything, and bring you by the third box he arranged with theirs in the morning.

“Hard day, my love?”

“Yeah, Satoru. And it’s not even over yet.”

He places the fork in your hand again, instructing you to eat as you keep talking, tasking himself with mixing up the layers of the coffee he brought you.

“What’s the point of working so hard? Didn’t you marry me for my money?”

“Well, obviously but-”

“Hey!”

“What?”

“That’s so rude to admit. You should keep that type of stuff to yourself.”

“Okay, Satoru. You married me as a cover for your girlfriend and-”

“Stop throwing that in my face! So you have one girlfriend and suddenly you’re the bad-”

“It is when you’re married!”

You both laugh, Satoru ruffling your hair, as he opens up the second box, sliding it towards you as you keep eating.

“You don’t want, Toru?”

“No. They’re both for you. You really do work too hard, Y/N.”

“Well. Our parents could cut us off - we don’t exactly do everything they want. And I want to be self sufficient and be a good role model for-”

“Tsumiki and Megumi. I know, my love. I’m just saying.”

You lean into Satoru’s touch, placing your aching head against his shoulder as he leans over, pressing a kiss to the top of your forehead. You finish off your own box (and Satoru’s) and down your iced coffee (and half of Satoru’s, before he starts scolding you about healthy caffeine intakes).

He gives you a sweet kiss goodbye, giving soft smiles to the rest of your coworkers, as you buckle in for the rest of your shift.

“Satoru.”

“Hm.”

“Look at what my mom texted me.”

He untangles himself from his position - which is just using you as a third pillow - and peaks his head up, squinting his eyes at your phone in the dark.

Your mom, heinous bitch she is, sent you a text reminding you about all the things you need to do for your dinner with the Gojo’s tomorrow.

Wear a dress. Make sure it’s appropriate, but enough to keep a guy like Satoru interested. You don’t want your husband running off just because you’re boring him.

Make sure to wear the wedding ring Satoru gave you, not the engagement. You’re going to look tacky otherwise.

Fresh flowers, that haven’t bloomed yet. Don’t embarrass me by bringing flowers that’ll die in a day.

And please don’t leave your hair fully down. It washes you out.

Satoru glares at the camera, looking up at your face. He finds it hard to read you in situations like this. Because in all honesty, he knows that you hate your parents. But he doesn’t miss the way you act differently when it comes to them.

Because when you’re mad at Satoru for not picking up Tsumiki on time or at Megumi for not telling you he had a project due tomorrow until nine pm, you get a reasonable amount of mad. Pink in the cheeks, a little bit of scolding, followed by fixing the problem and talking it out.

But with them you, you don’t really talk about it. And he’s not sure if it’s because he’s not privy to the conversations that you have with them, but for some reason, he thinks there aren’t any. And that you just take it, when it’s them.

Which he understands. Too well. That’s part of the reason he’s with you, in this bed right now. Cuddled up in your arms, pressing lazy kisses around your shoulder.

Because his parents asked you to marry him. Because you told him you didn’t mind if he kept his own life outside of it, that you were just doing what you had to do.

And now that he…loves you, parts of it all make him sad. That you’d take someone telling you what to do - telling you that you don’t look good with your hair down when you look good all the time and that you’re tacky or boring or-

“Hey. Y/N.”

“Hm, Satoru?”

“You know I…love you right? For real?”

“Yeah. You told me.”

“But like, for real, okay? Not just because we’re…married or whatever. I actually really, really love you. You’re very pretty and you’re always so good with Megumi and Tsumiki and you’re so good at your job and-”

You stop him in his tracks by cupping his face in his ands, quirking your head to the side. You lean down and peck at his lips, pressing your fingers into his dimples.

“I love you too, Satoru but what’s this about?”

He frowns, placing his head back in your lap as you start running your hands through his white locks of hair, soft to the touch. You can feel his cheeks are warm from his face lying against your bare legs and you can’t help but smile at the fact that he’s blushing. Even after one year of marriage (and eight months of real marriage), he’s still nervous around you.

“I don’t know. Your mom’s just stupid. You’re not boring or tacky and you look very pretty with your hair down.”

“Thank you, Toru. For getting so offended on my behalf. But I don’t care, let’s go to bed, yeah?”

He nods, shuffling the sheets around you as he sprawls across the bed. One thing about Satoru, he has to touch you when he’s sleeping.

Not in the…dirty way. It could be the coldest night of the year and he has his entire body weight on you, treating you like a stuffed animal he was sleeping with. Or it’s the hottest night of the year and he’s as far away as he can be from you - just placing his hand on your forearm or tangling one of his legs with yours.

Touchy. Even when he’s asleep.

After not even five minutes of sleep, you feel a tapping on your nose, your features crinkling up from the sensation.

“Toru. Quit tickling me.”

He murmurs back incoherently, tangling around in the sheets as a response. Right. Satoru also sleeps like the walking dead. And he can and will sleep anywhere and everywhere, almost instantly. It’s actually a talent.

“Um. That wasn’t him.”

You flutter your eyes open to find Megumi, standing awkwardly at your side. You immediately sit up, clicking on the light as Satoru starts groaning behind you, smacking his hand on the bed to get you to turn the light off. You look over at the clock and realize it’s well past three, meaning Megumi should have been asleep hours ago.

“Megs. You okay?”

“Uh, yeah. But Tsumiki, she’s like crying a lot. Usually, what I do works but she just won’t stop.”

You shake Satoru at your side, his eyes finally fluttering open as he looks at you and Megumi in confusion.

“Megumi-chan. You better be interrupting our sleep for something good.”

“Satoru, stop it. Go get Tsumiki. Now. I think she’s crying.”

Satoru immediately stands up, stalking out of the room as you turn back to Megumi, taking his tiny hands in yours. He looks like he usually does - blank expression on his face, avoiding eye contact, tiredness on his face.

You wrap one of your hands around his cheek and squeeze, feeling his skin warm under your touch.

“What do you think happened, Megs?”

“She had a bad dream. Usually, we kind of just stay with each other till it stops. But, it didn’t really work.”

“Have you had them while you were here? Or her?”

“Yeah sometimes.”

You can feel your heart clench in your chest and you immediately wrap Megumi in your arms, brushing your hands through his soft, black hair. You can still smell the shampoo in his hair from earlier, the fresh smell springing into your nose. They should be coming to you. Not each other. Megumi’s only five. And she’s just seven.

“Megumi. You know you can come to us about that stuff. Both of you. And you should be because we know how to help you and-”

You stop talking as Satoru walks into the room, craning your head to the side to survey the situation. Satoru’s carrying Tsumiki in his arms, something he doesn’t do very often, and you can hear her soft sniffles as he places her on the bed between you, rubbing circles into her back.

You take the cup of water on the nightstand (that Satoru leaves out for you everyday so you can stay hydrated) and hand it to her, directing her to calm her breaths. She’s shaking so hard and her eyes are so pink that she can barely hold the glass, Satoru taking it from her hands and tilting her head up so she can drink it.

You look over at Megumi, his eyes twitching as he looks at Tsumiki, and you direct him to sit on the bed next to you, right next to Tsumiki and in between you and Satoru.

You never really know what to do in situations like this. And neither does Satoru. I mean hell, you’re only twenty-three and Satoru’s only twenty-four. And they haven’t been your kids for too long.

Other parents, the ones who come into your practice, talk about how they know somethings wrong. They can feel it in their gut. Their parental instinct. But you don’t have any of that, especially not with Tsumiki and Megumi.

And you know it’s not something you can learn and something that just comes from being their parents, but you sincerely wish it was. Because Tsumiki and Megumi deserve to have someone who can read them like that, who knows what’s wrong with them, and talks for them when they don’t know how. And-

Satoru opens up his arms, with Tsumiki crawls into his lap and curls herself up against his chest. She looks so small, barely covering his entire frame as she hiccups into his chest, pushing the back of her hand against his eyes.

Satoru beckons Megumi to join her and he awkwardly crawls up, the two of them nestled in Satoru’s arms. Maybe you spoke too soon. Because it always seems like Satoru knows what he’s doing.

“You too, goofy.”

You roll your eyes as you scoot closer to them, laying your head against Satoru’s shoulders as you start running your hands through Tsumiki’s hair, rubbing soft circles into the small of her back like Satoru was earlier.

“Hi Miki.”

“H-hi Y/N.”

“How you feeling, sweet girl?”

“O-okay.”

You soften your hands in her hair, focusing on braiding the ends as you talk, the three of them hanging on to every word you say.

“Miki, Megs. I know you’ve…been together for a long time. Before me and Satoru came around. And I’m sure you have your own ways of…being there for each other. But, you can let us be there for you too, you know?”

You feel Tsumiki stiffen under your touch and you pull back, holding the braid in place on your head.

“I don’t mean to let each other go. You’re siblings and that’s one of the most important relationships you can have. But just know, Satoru and I can be smart sometimes. Well, I can. I don’t really know about him.”

“Hey.”

Tsumiki and Megumi laugh, which stops Satoru’s protests all together. It’s working. And Satoru’s jealous of you, because as always, you know the right thing to say. To get them to smile again, tell you what’s wrong. And sure, you’ve always had that effect on Satoru but he loves that you can do it with them too. You’ve clearly got this parenting thing more figured out than him, he thinks.

“But, we can help you too, you know? I’m a big girl. I can deal with whatever you give me.”

Tsumiki turns to the side, crawling out of Satoru’s lap as she crawls into yours, squeezing herself in your arms.

“Th-thanks, Y/N. But maybe not right now?”

“Whenever you want, okay? Let’s just go to bed now, it’s late.”

“Can I sleep with you, Y/N? And Satoru?”

Satoru leans forward, squeezing Tsumiki’s hand in hers as he nods, opening up the covers for her. Megumi awkwardly looks between you and Satoru and you catch on fast, signaling for him to join you under the covers as well. The four of you are squished together, Tsumiki clinging on to you and Megumi clinging on to Satoru.

They both fall asleep fast and you give a weary look to Satoru in the dark, which he returns with a smile.

You hate leaving at a time like this. And you hate your parents and even Gojo’s parents for making you come to a stupid dinner like this.

Your kids, that they don’t know about, need you. You had tried your best to make Tsumiki comfortable, making her a stack of warm, strawberry pancakes and letting her pick what you guys ate for lunch.

And when you had to leave her with Nanami and Shoko to go see the Gojo’s, you swear you could feel your heart clench at the thought of leaving her. And Megumi. And of the two of them being uncomfortable without you there.

You could tell from the look in Satoru’s eyes that he shared your sentiments, his gaze weary as he said goodbye, lingering by the door until you two really had to leave. And then you both made your trek to the Gojo Estate.

And god do you hate it here. In all but ten minutes of dinner, your mother, assfucking clown she was, had already found ten different things to pick on.

Your hair has split ends, you should cut it.

You should slow down on the food.

You could have worn a more flattering color.

Every spiky comment she makes, Satoru squeezes his hand in yours under the table, grounding you in the moment. If it wasn’t for him and the soft looks he was giving you every few minutes, you’re sure you would have broken the centerpiece in the middle of the table by now.

“Say, Y/N, Satoru.”

You look up to find Mr. Gojo beaming at you, the smile not meeting his eyes. You can feel Satoru’s hand tense in yours under the table and you know it’s your turn to protect him from his dad.

“Did you start trying for kids?”

“Dad.”

“What, Satoru? It’s an important question. You guys have been married for a year now and surely there’s no better time than now to start trying.”

You can feel your mouth dry at the thought. Kids. Kids of your own. Like, a crying, pooping baby - half parts you and half parts Satoru.

How in the world could they think you were ready for that? Because in all honesty, Satoru’s your husband in name but he feels like your boyfriend.

You’ve been together for eight months. You haven’t gone on a vacation together or met his college best friend and you don’t know what his favorite smoothie flavor is or what the first car he drove was and they want you to start popping out kids?

You and Satoru aren’t ready for kids. And really, you already have two kids. That need you right now. And you have all the time in the world to have more and you really, really just like things the way they are. For now, and-

“They’ll get working on it.”

You feel your eyes boggle out of your head as you crane your neck to look at your mom, a self-assured smile placed on her face. She can’t really be serious, can she?

“Oh, how sweet! A grandchild. Oh, I do hope it’s a boy. So we can pass on the Gojo name and all.”

It’s Satoru’s turn to glare at his mother and you’re sure that he has the same bitter taste in his mouth as you. Sure, they were the reason you guys got married but they had no right to treat you guys like this. Like you were put together to make some offspring for them to fawn over.

“Although, I wouldn’t mind a girl. Boys can be rowdy and insensitive.” says Mr. Gojo, a matter-of-fact tone in his words.

“That’s not true. Boys can be sensitive too. You just have to raise them right.” you respond, muttering the words under your breath.

Megumi’s sweet and sensitive. He always avoids stomping on flowers growing out of the cracks of the cement and he always writes cards for his teachers on holiday’s and always says please and thank you after every little thing you and Satoru do for him, even if it is under his breath.

“Well, I hope it’s a boy. Girls come with attitude.” your dad responds, the implication in his tone clear.

“No daughter of ours would take back-handed comments like that.”

Because Tsumiki’s never done that. Because Satoru remembers the day someone tried to pick on her in her class and all she did was calmly respond. Stand her ground, surely but firmly. Something he’s sure that she learned from you. And to think someone could dismiss that off as attitude is so fucking-

You squeeze Satoru’s hand under the table, signaling him to stop. Because he’s being rude. Because he shouldn’t talk back to your father even if he’s wrong and-

“Satoru. Stop.” you whisper, awkwardly eyeing the four of them as he deflates.

The four of you awkwardly sit in silence, the forks clicking against the plates. Satoru’s crushing your hand into oblivion under the table and you can see that he’s agitated from the way his shoulders are all scrunched up. And when his dad talks next, he really can’t hold it in anymore.

“Satoru, son. All you have to do take her to bed one time to pass on the Gojo na-”

Satoru smacks his fist against the table, the glassware making a loud noise against the surface. You look over to find Satoru smoldering, the way he often did when he was near his dad.

“Don’t talk about my wife like that. She’s not some thing for you to use. You can try that shit on anyone else but you know damn well I’m not letting you do it to her.”

Mrs. Gojo’s features scrunch up in frustration, a pinched look on her face as she starts massaging the bridge of her nose. Satoru stands up, pulling you up with him as he stomps out, dragging you out with him.

You two drive in silence the entire way home. Satoru’s still smoldering in his drivers seat, jaw tight against his skin as he clenches his fists on the steering wheel, knuckles going white. And you’re unsure of what you can say to him to ease it, make him feel better.

He parks the car in the driveway, leaning his head against the seat to look up through the sunroof, the stars glittering in the sky above you. He makes no motions to get out of the car, the engine and lights still turned on despite the fact that you and Satoru were home.

“Y/N.”

“Hm, Satoru?”

“You-you okay?”

“What? Yeah. Are you?”

He doesn’t respond and instead loosens his tie, the fabric hanging from the sides of his collar.

“I just…hate them. So much. Why would we rush having a child when we aren’t ready? And who are they to talk about you like that? Like all I keep you around for is to bear my children.”

You’re not sure what to say so you snake your hand into his, leaning over the glove box to lean onto his shoulder. You can feel him deflate under you, leaning his head on top of yours as he presses his hand against your waist, his hands rubbing back and forth on the fabric.

“Satoru.”

“Yeah, love?”

“You feel like my boyfriend, right now. I know you’re my husband but…we’ve only been together for eight months. And I know it’s weird to say but…I’d like to have a kid with you someday just…not now.”

His hand comes up, angling your face up so you’re looking at him, a big smile spread across his face. You can feel your cheeks burning from the admission and you clench your eyes shut to avoid seeing the teasing look on Satoru’s face.

“Y/N. You’d want to have kids with me?”

You nod and Satoru’s face splits into a big smile, his hands shaking in yours.

“Well, yeah. It would be cute, when the time is right. Megumi and Tsumiki can have a little sibling and it’ll be like…a little us.

“A little us?”

“Your nose, my eyes, hopefully all of my looks and none of your annoyingness.”

“You’re so sweet, Y/N. I don’t know how I ever lucked out with such a charming girl like you.” he responds, sarcasm dripping from his voice. You laugh in response, beaming at him as you talk on.

“I love you, Satoru. And I’d love to have kids with you but we’re just…we already have two kids and I think they need us right now. They haven’t opened up yet and-”

“I know, sweet. I agree. Trust me, I’d love nothing more than putting a baby in your right here, right now in this car but-”

“Pervert.”

“Why are you so rude? Every word is like a bullet wound in my chest.”

You lean over, pressing a kiss to his chest as you lean back and glare at him. He smiles at you, a sweet look on his face.

“What was that for?”

“You said bullet wound in your chest. I was just kissing your ego better.”

He leans forward, cupping your face as he kisses you, hanging off the ends of your lips as he squeezes his face in your hands. He pulls apart, pressing kisses all over your face as he talks, his words making your cheeks burn.

“You’re so-”

Kiss.

“Damn cute.”

Kiss.

“I hate you sometimes.”

Kiss.

“When we have kids, I hope they’re all like you. Pretty eyes, soft hair, snarky attitude. She’ll be so easy to love, all goofy and idiotic like you.”

“She, Satoru?”

“Oh, she’s totally going to be a girl. My three girls. You, Tsumiki, and her.”

“Sounds like you have it all planned out already?”

“Well, I’m waiting. For when you’re ready and I’m ready and all that. But yeah. I’ve already seen how our entire life is going to play out. You and I are going to grow old together. Sick it to our parents. Have the type of love kids dream about. All that lovey-dovey stuff.”

You and Satoru, hands pressed together, pad into the dark of the house, slowly climbing up the stairs. When you amble into your bed room, you can hear soft snores in your bed - Tsumiki and Megumi fast asleep under your sheets. There’s a tiny little sticky-note pressed to the light switch, which you and Satoru both squint at.

They want to sleep with "their parents”. Their words, not ours. - Shoko

You and Satoru quickly peel out of your clothes and climb under the sheets - Satoru leaning over to press a kiss to all three of your heads before fluttering his own eyes shut.

And you hate to say it, because all in all the night wasn’t perfect, but you really, really don’t want to let it go. Every part of this night is…sparkling in your mind. Satoru defending you, telling you that he loves you, that he wants to have kids with you. You-

You count yourself lucky. That you don’t have to wonder if Satoru is in love with someone else or what he thinks about you or any other thing.

Because you know the person he’s waiting on is you.

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acaiasahi · 2 years ago

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cw: rant, death n bad friends :(

my bff of like my entire childhood, who is conveniently my cousin, is such a fucking dick. we were bffs n all of a sudden she got a gf that she met online fgs, ditched me to be w her n only msged me when she had problems w her or js problems in general. never to ask abt me or talk to me, even after A WHOLE CHILDHOOD OF FRIENDSHIP 😐 then she got broken up w her gf n all of a sudden she wants to be bffs again.

she literally ditched me, then came back to me to fill the hole her gf caused and guess fuckin what. they got back tgt. and then all of a sudden we're back to "let's leave jaydi alone n pretend they were never in ur life mwahhaha" 🙁 how fucking shitty do u gotta be bro... and the crazy thing is, i literally communicated these feelings to her n she fr said she'd do better.

i literally asked if she wanted to see svt w me n that it was ok if she didn't want to bc ik she doesn't like kpop as much as me but she still said yes and literally the DAY BEFORE THE CONCERT... she said she had work n flaked so i took my mom instead n ngl she was a way better concert buddy <3 anyways, i asked if she wanted to go to another concert, the kehlani show in oakland and she said yes... guess what she did. she fucking sold her ticket, that I BOUGHT, online without even telling me. if i hadn't found out, i would've been seated alone, driven alone, etc. how fucking shitty do u have to be to even do smth like that. she was even like "yes!!! sorry for svt but we'll def see lani, promise!!! <333" bffr.

and when i got fired from my job, it was literal radio silence on her end bc she was too busy w her goofy ass gf to even utter a word to me. and then when i had to give my dog away, she literally answered ONE phone call where i was bawling n she ended it quick bc her gf called like wtf bro. and then when my uncle died, i literally shut down. didn't talk to anyone besides my family and some coworkers if it was needed n all of a sudden, when i'm sad n grieving n not msging back, i'm the bad guy :/ i literally sent a msg to my bffs apologizing for being so distant n "a bad friend" despite me mourning the loss of a loved one. and the fuckin funny thing is, she didn't even fucking respond. what a bitch man.

i shouldn't have apologized in the first place. she was the one who ditched me multiple times to be w this girl she met on the internet n as soon as i started pulling away, i'm the horrible friend who never has time, literally fuck off. ydk how much pain i went thru knowing my uncle, one of my father figures since i was a BABY had passed away n ur too busy w ur lil gf, who btw, is a literal bitch bc she broke up w u for the most selfish reasons n when i told u to not go back bc u deserve better, she basically told u to stop talking to me bc she was butthurt, ANYWAY, u didn't even think to msg me. ask me how i was. how i was coping. if i was ok bc he fucking died during the holidays. THE FIRST HOLIDAYS W/O HIM AND U COULDN'T EVEN BE THERE FOR ME WHEN I NEEDED U MOST. EVEN WHEN U WERE THE ONE WHO SHOULD BE APOLOGIZING BUT INSTEAD, I WAS THE BIGGER PERSON WHO DID IT.

i'm so fuckin sick of this shit n i'm honestly glad she's not in my life anymore. does it hurt? yeah, but only bc she was in my daily routine. she's showed time n time again that she's a bad friend but i still stayed bc i knew she was going thru a hard time but as soon as i'm going thru an extremely tough time, she bails. right now, i can't forgive u or wish u the best but i just hope this comes as a lesson that ur actions of consequences. be better.

#[ 🎲 ] rants.

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puncromancy · 2 years ago

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Book meme: multiples of 5

I AM DAYS LATE BUT TRIUMPHANT HAHAHA thank you for sending this! I have now forgotten every book I have ever read, especially this year, but here we go!

5) what genre did you read the most of?

Can I answer this with gay/fantasy/spooky bullshit? I think everything I read, webnovel or not, fits into one or all of those.

10) favorite new release of the year?

🧍‍♂️I am not gonna lie I have no idea if anything I bought was new this year. I suppose the danmei I do know were this year and I do love svsss with all my heart for just how everything dumb it is, so we will go with that while I sweat nervously about the others

15) did you read any prize nominated/winning books this year?

ok so I suppose "The House in the Cerulean Sea" is award-winning and the first one I thought of as likely so we'll talk about it. It was a very sweet, soft novel but in perhaps my harshest critiques, two things really stood out to me. 1) it feels like a novel Disney could make a movie of and sell to China by editing out a single scene, which really hurts the "Oh this is an LGBT story!" For me since the rest you can honestly pass off as friendship but is apparently supposed to be oblivious pining and 2) the ending also felt so unbelievably wish fulfillment it instantly broke any suspension of disbelief that actual like, modern fantasy world built? I can believe the phoenix man but changing an entire awful racist bureaucracy by like one exposé? Very sweet novel but it felt like it needed a lot more obvious pining, says the ace, or like 50 more pages at the end.

There was also "The Twisted Ones," which had some very awful critters in it but I think I would still have tossed them like, salami slices so you know. Good awful fellas.

20) most anticipated release? Did it meet expectations?

I am gonna fully admit I have mostly read webnovels for the past two years and have only tuned back in to real print books very recently. (I owe the library money which means I can simply never go back. It is probably $10 max.) We started going to b&n occasionally as an effort to support not-Amazon, so now we both have a backlog and I am reading some horror now apparently? I am currently waiting to manage to snag What Moves the Dead I suppose? Which I am 99% sure is released, it just is the most elusive book in the b&n.

25) what reading goals for next year?

To read more of the pile I have picked up! I also want to read - give me a moment - Lovecraft bc I want to write things that would make him roll in his grave. I think yog sothoth deserves kissies. I have a few novels on my shelf rn that are the beginnings of series and I am very excited to actually sit down some time and get into those! Also making a concerted effort to read more gay things. 90% gay please. We did find a novel with an ace protag as well! So imagine me clapping my hands in delight at the idea of reading it (but still not quite getting around to it).

Essentially this year I finally got tired of dealing with the censorship danmei has to dance around and figured you know what? Let's go find some actual books with actual queer stories that don't have to dance around the fact - helped by a major webnovel publisher pulling some shit that meant 90% of translations are buried or locked in discords now. So ACTUAL BOOKS hahha.

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drawlfoy · 4 years ago

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Wonders of Ohio P.10

masterlist request guidelines

pairing: draco x reader

request: no way

summary: american high school senior y/n y/l/n is in for a surprise when her british exchange student is a little...odd.

warnings (AYO please pay attention to these this time it’s not just swearing): swearing, underage drinking (no i do not condone this ig), beginning elements of smut but def not too explicit, i think you can consider it dubcon ?? if both people are drunk bc i don’t think you can actually consent if youre drunk (plz rest assured tho they are both 18 hehe)

a/n: “hey where did this come from” yeah so hey yall ive never written such an intense scene before but i’ve spent so much time w these characters that i decided i kind of had to. there’s no like...real sex in this and i don’t imagine that i’d describe it in this much detail if i ever decided to write it but um.. anyways. i hope y’all enjoy. thanks for suffering for this long ! i hope i’ve made it worth it

word count: 4k

music recs:

cloud 9 -- beach bunny

the adults are talking -- the strokes

anything from the strokes tbh

tags ! :) @gruffle1 @missmulti @cleopatera @hahaboop @accio-rogers @geeksareunique @eltanin-malfoy @war-sword @cams-lynn @itsivyberry @ayo-cowbelly @nerd-domland @yesnerdsblog @shizarianathania @evanstanfanatic @strawberriesonsummer @hariosborn @night-ving @straightzoinked @imintoodeeptostop @naiomimoonshard @jejegu @ophelia-enthusiast @alwaysbeanunknownfan @nearly-memories @litty-dumb @callieclearwater @malfoy-wife15 @charlenasaxen @belladaises @fiantomartell @writeandtranslate @erisdogwood @loveissupernatural @sycathorn-slush @big-galaxy-chaos

“Thank fucking god for the generator,” said Y/N as she flew around the kitchen, banging pots and pans together in her quest to make New Year’s Eve breakfast. Draco was sitting, unamused and completely silent, at the table. They’d been snowed in for a few days now with her parents nowhere near able to make it to the suburbs. For some reason, the entire city of Cincinnati had decided that the day before Christmas was the best time to schedule maintenance on literally every single one of their plows. “Can you imagine living here without heat? Or power? I’d die.”

Draco hummed in response. A glance over confirmed that he was deep in thought, a scarlet colored letter clutched firmly in his hand (hello, Nathaniel Hawthorne). Jealousy curdled inside of her as her thoughts turned to a dark place--it was Pansy, that Pansy Parkinson.

Knowing her intuition, she was probably his grandmother or something. Why else would she have written so many letters?

After she finished plating all of the pancakes, she allowed herself to sneak a peek at the envelope.

Astoria Greengrass

She frowned. Astoria? She’d never seen that name before.

“What is this?” asked Draco as he picked up his fork to poke at the pancake on his plate.

Y/N’s jaw dropped. “Have you never had a pancake before?”

“A pancake?” He gave his plate a stern look. “It looks...like a soggy pastry.”

“Fuck you, I made that,” responded Y/N. “Try it with butter and maple syrup. And then tell me it’s a soggy pastry.”

She took out her fork and knife, demonstrating very clearly what she meant as she spread butter over the top of her pancake. She’d learned that Draco was too proud to ask what she meant when she introduced him to American/muggle foods--the last time he tried to deduce something himself, he ended up pouring ketchup over the top of his hamburger bun instead of actually putting it on the patty.

A sense of satisfaction flowed into her as she saw him follow suit, spreading the warmed butter and dipping a cut piece in syrup. He raised it to his lips, taking a delicate bite.

“Americans really have this for breakfast?”

“Yeah…is something wrong?”

“Nothing. It’s just…” He grimaced. “This isn’t breakfast. This is dessert food.”

“God, your life must be so sad back home,” said Y/N. “What does your family make you eat--just straight unbuttered bread under the guise of it being a real breakfast food? Do they let you dip it in your unsweetened, weak tea if you’re good?”

He scoffed. “You have no idea how I live back at home.”

“And, judging from this conversation, I don’t have any desire to know any more.”

They ate in silence for the next few minutes. Y/N smiled when she saw Draco reach for a second pancake.

“Two desserts? Draco, I know it’s New Year’s, but don’t get too off the hinges,” she teased.

He rolled his eyes, but she could tell her was fighting back a smile. “Speaking of which, how do you celebrate New Year’s?”

Draco looked up and met her eyes. “Sorry?”

“How do you celebrate tonight? With your family or your friends, or your...whatever.” The cold reality of the fact that she did not really know if he was dating someone back home set in.

“Oh, I don’t usually. It’s not really a big thing in the magical community,” he mused, unaware of her sudden panic.

“Well,” she said. “I always celebrate New Year’s with my friends. I didn’t tell you this sooner because I didn’t think that you were going to be here, but I’m kind of hosting a party here tonight. With anyone who can walk here.”

“Oh.” He took a sip of his tea. “Will it be like the Halloween party at Sylvia’s?”

“What do you mean?” She smiled. “Do you mean, will there be drinking?”

He shrugged in response, avoiding eye contact.

“There definitely can be,” she continued, her smile widening. “Last year we played this dumb drinking game over this card game--if you lost, you took a shot. It was fun. We could do that again.”

She settled down to eat, digging into two of the pancakes. They were really good--she wasn’t Gordon Ramsay by any means, but she did breakfast food pretty well. But at the mention of her friends, a realization hit her. “Oh. Draco?”

He raised an eyebrow and met her eyes.

“Um, can I tell you something?”

He dipped his head in recognition while Y/N cleared her throat.

“So, um, I forgot about this,” she began, “but while you were gone, I kind of had to scramble to figure out what to tell everyone about why we were avoiding each other before you left. And why you left so suddenly and why I didn’t know.”

He was still watching her in curious silence.

“So, I really didn’t want to slip up or say anything about...you.” Y/N paused to take a sip of her tea, deciding to not try to look at Draco again. “So I decided to tell Sylvia and Lizzy that I told you my feelings for you and you didn’t return them.”

A clang startled her enough to look up. Draco was staring, completely frozen. His fork had fallen into the syrup on his plate, handle and all.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

“I mean, oh, fuck. Um.” She smiled at him, hoping it was going to distract from her audible stumble. “Obviously, I made it all up. I mean, both sides! But what’s important is that they bought it, and now they’re probably going to give you a little shit for not liking me ‘back’. So I’m sorry about that.”

“Made it all up, huh?” His voice had a surprisingly teasing lilt.

“Yes, that is in fact what I said,” she responded, hoping that her cheeks weren’t as red as they felt hot.

“Is it really now?”

“Draco!”

He rolled his eyes. “I’ll be back. I need a new fork.”

“Just wipe off the handle of the one you have now--Draco, why are you getting up? Stop!”

To her disappointment, none of her friends were able to show. Sylvia and Lizzy made a concerted effort to try and convince their family to let them brave the walk, but once another flurry started up outside, it was hopeless. Her face turned pink whenever she thought about the fact that she hadn’t even needed to tell Draco the thing that made her slip up in the first place.

Y/N, disappointed but not surprised, told Draco that she still wanted to celebrate, even if it was just with him. He’d snorted at this--asking her why she made it seem like such a burden--but once she produced a yellow glass bottle and a deck of cards and told him she bet that she was going to beat his sorry ass, he caved.

She started with a heavy lead, but once Draco learned the rules and strategies of the slightly convoluted Go Fish game, he proved to be a worthy match. They played until around 11:45 when the bottle was about 3/4 full and Y/N was feeling the pleasant warmth of being slightly intoxicated. Once she noticed the time, she threw her cards on the table.

“Let’s watch the ball drop,” Y/N said with no further explanation, even when Draco looked to her for one. She grabbed the bottle and his hand, pulling him up the stairs to her room. The remote control for her TV was a struggle to find--it was all the way tucked back in her nightstand drawer--but thankfully the channel was already set.

“You forgot the cups,” Draco said, staring down at the opened bottle held in his hand.

“You can get them if you want,” she managed.

“You should! You forgot them.”

“Too far,” she whined, flopping to lean back on her pillows while Draco followed suit. His hair smelled like peppermint. Without much more thought, she moved close enough that their shoulders were touching. He didn’t move away--instead, he lifted the bottle to his lips and took a drink directly.

“Your New Year’s traditions are weird as fuck,” he murmured as he watched Savannah Guthrie on the screen. He didn’t have to speak very loud for her to hear him, and it seemed like he knew this.

“Oh, you haven’t even heard it all yet,” said Y/N. “We’ve got a tradition to kiss someone going into the New Year. New Year’s kiss, I guess. I’m sure you can imagine the kind of drama that creates.”

“What d’you mean?”

“You don’t have to be dating to kiss someone, sometimes people just...do it. As friends.” Y/N reached over to the bottle and took a swig herself, feeling the warmth trickle down her throat.

“Take it easy,” he tutted, pulling the bottle away from her before taking another drink himself.

“Hey! Says you!”

“Because I can actually hold my liquor well,” he teased, giving her a shove.

“The fuck are you talking about?”

“You just kept getting worse and worse at whatever that game was,” he told her matter-of-factly.

“Give it here,” she said, reaching across his chest to where he was holding the bottle, out and above his head. She hoped he couldn’t tell how much this side of him filled her with glee. “That’s not fair!”

“Not fair, huh?” He raised an eyebrow and met her eyes as he held it up even further into the air. His voice was startlingly low. “So what are you gonna do about it?”

Before she could muster up a response, the TV began playing the audio for the New Year’s Countdown.

10!

Y/N wasn’t sure if she was supposed to answer--or if he was just...flirting?

He managed to set the bottle on her nightstand without taking his eyes off of her.

The hand she had used to reach across him with was now pressed into his side of the bed, supporting her as she hovered over him.

Without moving any part of her body, she dared to glance at his parted lips.

Maybe telling him about the kiss tradition was a stupid idea.

His hand, warm and soft, reached up to brush a piece of hair away from her cheekbone.

His fingers lingered on the outline of her jaw.

He was kissing her before the cheers from the TV even had the chance to bounce around the room, both hands cupping her face and pulling her in so desperately that it took her breath away.

Her hands found his shoulders, then the back of his neck, and then, eventually his hair. It was just as soft as she imagined it to be. They started out innocently enough--closed mouth kisses and only their hands touching each other above the shoulders--but once she tugged on his hair (mostly by accident) something...shifted.

Suddenly he was on top of her, and suddenly her leg was wrapped around him as he tilted his head, deepening the kiss. It occurred to her that this was no longer just a New Year’s kiss. He tasted of lemon and sugar--and was notably better at what he was doing than any of the people she’d kissed before. Or maybe it was the alcohol clouding her judgement. Regardless, she liked whatever was going on. His hands had drifted from her face to her neck to her hair to her shoulder, gently tracing the outline of her bra strap. She brushed her hand down his chest, pulling gently at the collar on his shirt. Only when his leg pressed up into her and her breath hitched did she realize the weight of their situation.

The way he pulled away to hover over her signaled that he’d had the same revelation, his eyes wide as he stared down at her. “Um…”

“Yeah?” Dread crept into her despite the pleasant haze she was in.

He swallowed, hard. “I can’t believe I did that.”

Draco was on the other side of the bed in seconds, wringing his hands and keeping his eyes fixed on her floor. “Oh, my god, I can’t believe I did that. I’m sorry. I’m drunk and I’m not thinking straight. I’m so sorry.”

“Is something wrong?” She didn’t know if he wanted her to touch him, but she wanted so badly to place a steadying hand on his shoulder. “Did you not want...it?”

He scoffed and turned his gaze up to the ceiling. “I had too much to drink. I’m sorry.”

“Oh.” Y/N felt the blood drain from her face as she fell back on the bed.

That’s all it was. A drunken mistake.

Tears pricked at her eyes as she surveyed her options. Despite the fact that she was drunk off her ass, she knew she couldn’t just tell him to leave without making her feelings clear. She never explicitly told him that she wanted him and it wasn’t like she moaned his name or anything--thank god--but what other option did she have? She didn’t want to cry in front of him, and if he stayed in her room any longer he would without a doubt witness her alcohol induced cry fest.

NBC finally switched to ads, and Y/N granted herself permission to mourn the fact that Flo from Progressive would forever be ruined for her.

It was dark enough for her to quickly reach up and wipe her eyes undetected, granting her enough confidence to sit up and look at him directly. “You don’t get to just...kiss me like that. I hope you know that.”

“I know,” he said. His hands were clasped tightly together and rested on his nose. “Fuck. Of course I know.”

“But you can tell me you meant it to be just as friends,” she told him, hoping he couldn’t see how hard she was fighting back a new wave of tears.

“As friends,” he repeated, his tone flat.

“As friends,” she said.

“I don’t think either of us are daft enough to believe that.”

Her stomach twisted. “What do you mean?”

“Maybe things are different in America, but I don’t see you doing that sort of thing with Lizzy.”

“We can forget about this. It’s fine. I know you regret it.”

He exhaled, his breath long and shaky. “I didn’t stop because I regretted it.”

“Then why did you?”

“Because…”

“Is it because I’m a muggle?” His silence was everything she needed for an answer. “Okay. I had a feeling.”

“Y/N, it’s not like...I don’t know how to explain it.” He still wouldn’t make eye contact with her. “I just don’t know what to do.”

“About what?”

“About this!” he said, dramatically gesturing to her. “About everything!”

“I don’t understand.” The tears began pricking in the corners of her eyes again despite her best efforts.

Draco finally looked at her. She was shocked by how genuinely distressed he looked--the last time he looked at her like this, she’d been laying on the ground outside of the antique sore. “I don’t expect you to.”

His tone was low, careful. He was holding back.

“Can you just tell me how you feel about me, then? Just so I know?”

“It’s not that--” He stopped himself, sucking in another breath before he continued. “I shouldn’t. It’s not right of me.” He groaned, flopping onto his back and covering his face. “This wasn’t supposed to happen.”

“Hey,” Y/N said, reaching out to awkwardly pat his shoulder. “I meant it when I said that we could just forget about it. We’re friends, Draco. Just friends. I know you didn’t mean it. Let’s just pretend this never happened, ok?”

He was quiet for a bit before responding. “Did you...want me to kiss you? Did I make you uncomfortable?”

“Uncomfortable?”

“As in, did you want me to stop?”

“Oh.” Y/N cracked her knuckles. “You didn’t violate me if you’re asking to gauge how guilty you should be.”

“I’m glad to hear that, but that’s not why I’m asking.”

“Okay,” she said simply. He was still laying in her bed, and she hated the fact that her bed was going to smell like him until she washed everything.

“So?” He raised an eyebrow. “You didn’t answer.”

“We’re friends, Draco.” She sent him a weak smile as she repeated her previous sentiment. “I trust you, so you didn’t make me uncomfortable.”

She was aware of the fact that her sentence didn’t exactly track, but she wasn’t particularly concerned with the literary quality of her speech.

“That still doesn’t answer my other question.”

“I…” She felt her throat dry up. “I want--I wanted you to kiss me. I’ve wanted you to kiss me for a while now.”

At this, he finally sat up and looked her in the eyes. She thought she could see the briefest glint of relief pass over his face before he managed to rein it back to a neutral expression.

“Did you want to kiss me?”

“I was the one who kissed you, not the other way around, yeah?”

“That still doesn’t answer my question,” she snipped, hoping he caught on to her mocking. She’d missed sparring with him.

“Yes, I kissed you because I wanted to, not for some weird ulterior motive,” he responded, rolling his eyes despite the fact that his cheeks were clearly very pink, even in her dimly lit room. “Though I agree it’s best if we just stayed friends.”

“Yeah.” She felt her face fall, but she managed to catch it before she looked too devastated. “It’s all water under the bridge. Now we know not to drink together again.”

“That too.” He shifted, clearing his throat before making eye contact with her again with an uncharacteristically soft expression. “But the damage is already done, I suppose?”

“I suppose,” she echoed. “You wanted to kiss me? Actually?”

“Should we really talk about this? After what we just said about staying friends?”

“We’re going to feel regret tomorrow morning no matter what we do now, “ said Y/N. “Might as well.”

He smiled one of his rare smiles--the ones where his eyes went all soft and he dipped his head to hide it. “Yes. I really do. Want to kiss you, that is.”

“I really want you to kiss me,” she blurted out before slapping her hand over her mouth in shock. “Fuck. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say that out loud.”

His smile morphed into more of a smirk as he crept closer, his hand resting on top of her knee. “So can I do it again?”

“Draco…” She sighed.

“The damage is already done,” he repeated as he reached his hand up to brush a lock of her hair behind her ear, his fingers dragging down her neck. The smug look that formed on his face after she drew a quick breath in confirmed that he knew what he was doing, that fucker. “You said it yourself--we’re just friends.”

“I’m going to hate myself in the morning if I say yes.”

Draco’s hand drifted over her jaw, his thumb pausing to trace over her bottom lip. “You can hate me instead.”

This time, it didn’t surprise her so much when he leaned in. He was notably less desperate, taking time to draw breaths in between kisses and lacing his fingers through hers, squeezing. Once he seemed satisfied, he lifted her chin and brushed the hair away from her neck, kissing down from her jaw to her collarbone. She shivered, and he drew her closer by wrapping his arms around her until she was sitting on his lap.

“Wow, you’re such a good friend, Draco,” she managed to joke. She could feel the smirk that formed on his lips as it passed over her clavicle.

“Shut up.” His teeth grazed over her delicate skin before he sucked, eliciting a gasp from her. She could feel him smile again.

His hands teased the bottom hemline of her sweater, his fingers tangling in the fabric but not moving it. She sucked in a breath, feeling his hands ghost over her skin.

“Are you okay with…”

“Yes!” The answer came out much quicker than she would’ve liked, but the grin on Draco’s face made it completely worth the momentary embarrassment as he helped her out of the thick cable-knit sweater. “Now is your chance to dote on me and tell me how beautiful I am. As a friend, of course.”

“You stole the words right out of my mouth,” he said. He looked like he was positively glowing as she smiled and leaned in to kiss him, slow and deep. His hands found her back and hesitated over her bra clasp.

Before he had a chance to do anything, Y/N started fiddling with the buttons on his white shirt, successfully undoing the first two before she noticed that Draco had frozen completely.

“Is something wrong?”

“Kind of,” he said. “Maybe...not now, okay?”

“I had a feeling that was too much,” she admitted, reaching for her top before realizing he’d tossed it across her bedroom floor and suddenly feeling very exposed.

“It’s not that…” he said, trailing off. “I just...should probably tell you some things before my shirt comes off. And I don’t think tonight is the best time for that.”

“Oh.” Y/N tried to make herself look like she understood whatever he was on about. “Yeah, of course. Oh! Is it about that tattoo you tried to gaslight me into believing didn’t exist?”

“Y/N!” he exclaimed. “I didn’t gaslight you!”

“Here you go again,” she huffed. “I rest my case.”

“And I am not getting into that now,” he said. “I didn’t want to talk about it for very good reason.”

She reached up to his shoulders, dragging her fingertips over his collarbones and watching as he gazed up at her. “That’s okay. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

The corners of his lips turned up at this, and she took the opportunity to press a chaste kiss on the edge of his mouth. “I think we should go to sleep. We have enough material to regret for tomorrow at this point. Any more and I think we’ll be getting greedy, so--”

Draco cut her off with one last kiss, his fingers splayed out across her back, pulling her impossibly close before finally releasing her.

“Agreed.” He let out a sigh before sliding her off him and standing up to grab her runaway sweater. “Do you want to sleep in this? Or do you want me to get you something else from your dresser while I’m up?”

“Um…” She was frozen at the prospect of him watching her change clothes. “Probably something else. Top left drawer--just pick whatever.”

He sifted through her piles of random T-shirts before settling on one with the UChicago logo and tossing it to her.

Y/N pulled it over her head, grateful for the fact that he wasn’t staring at her with only a black lace bra that barely did its job.

“So, uh, I think I should probably go then,” he said.

She fought the urge to ask him to stay. “Yeah, that’d be best.”

His mouth opened like he was about to say something, but he closed it and frowned. “So I guess this is goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Draco,” she replied. “I’ll look forward to agonizing over this in the morning.”

Once the sounds of his footsteps heading down the hall faded, she finally allowed herself to flop back onto her now Draco-scented sheets.

What the fuck just happened.

final a/n: hellooooooo ! it finally happened! i hope this didn’t seem rushed or unnatural to you guys but like. it’s been over 30k words and i thought you guys deserved something. yes i am going to be leaning into the whole “we’re just friends” trope while definitely not being just friends. yes i am going to drag astoria into this i’m excited i hope yall enjoyed

#draco x reader #draco malfoy x reader #draco imagine #draco malfoy imagine #draco x you #draco malfoy x you #draco #draco malfoy #draco fic #draco fanfiction #draco x y/n #draco malfoy x y/n #draco x oc #draco malfoy x oc

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coco96 · 4 years ago

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LDAF - TS Parental/Familial

TONY STARK - PARENTAL

On The Off Chance (Tony Stark X Fem!Reader) Warnings: Mention of spitting in a drink and some threats of violence, and mention of violence Request: Tony stark parental figure with “i know you’re joking but on the off chance you aren’t, no”

Arranged Plans Cancelled (Peter Parker X Fem!Stark!Reader) Warnings: Bad friends Request: Stark!Reader is often hurt by others, like people will arrange plans + blow her off/friends will make plans in front of her + not invite her. people will get her to do their homework for them bc they know she can’t say no. Peter Parker thinks its really unfair but she handles it really well + doesn’t make a fuss. one day Steve/Tony/someone accidentally upsets her (maybe they cancel plans she’s been really looking forward to or something) and Peter just loses it. she’s really shocked that he noticed and he’s standing up for her. She goes to Midtown too …

Homework Struggles (Tony Stark X Fem!Teen!Reader) Request: What about a reader x father figure tony where the reader is really struggling in school and feels like she’s failing him but instead of being upset he just helps them out and discovers they have adhd and gets them the help they need?

Accidentally Coming Out (Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader) Warnings: Accidentally coming out, fear of homophobia Request: … reader accidentally makes a comment about being gay and panics bc she’s not out to him yet? And she tries to run away but someone catches her and brings her home?

Taking the Lead (Tony Stark X Son!Reader) Warnings: Spoilers to Infinity War and Endgame, death Requests: … the one who survives in infinity turns to dust and the one did is alive. the reader didn’t urn to dust and he missed his father, even throught they don’t have nice relationship. he learns that he has a sister and he helped to take care of them as he is like a father figure to Morgan. when endgame happened, the reader do the snap. it like the reader do the snap instead of tony

More Like Pepper (Tony Stark X Teenage!Reader) Request: Could I request a fic where the reader is Tony’s kid but lowkey has no time for the teams shit and is savage?

Hiding Hickies (Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader) Warnings: Hickies/bruises Request: Would you be open to writing a tony x daughter reader where the daughter goes out with a boy for the first time and has to hide hickies? And tony finds out and she’s expecting him to freak out but he just accepts it and is really chill about it?

Metallic Limbs (Peter Parker X Fem!Reader) Warnings: Mention of injury and loss of limbs, mention of surgery Request: … Reader is a quadruple amputee after the Chitauri attack in Manhattan. Tony, As the one who found her in the rubble, feels inclined to watch over her and help her in any way he can. So he has her fitted with state of the art cybernetic limbs. Years later, reader is coming to the avengers HQ to get a tune up and she meets the friendly neighbourhood sideman without the mask. Tony is unsure if he’s okay with them being so chummy together.

Never There (Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader) Warnings: Absent father, swearing, threatening Request: ... reader has been under Tony’s financial care since she was a child but he never saw her as his child and saw no need to spend time with her until after the Ultron situation. But with all the years or ignorance, is the damage already done?

Science Fair (Tony Stark X Son!Reader) Warnings: Mention of neglectful parent Request: Son male reader x tony stark where tony wants to be better of a parent than Howard to male reader

Bitten (Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader) Warnings: Blood, near death Request: One more please if available. Tony stark and daughter were she gets bitten by a vampire and tony and team are extremly worried and strange is the only one that can save her? Fluff and angst. Pepper is her mom.

Left Behind (Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader) Warnings: Mention of death of a parent, a wittle bit of swearing Request: … Tony wants to adopt a kid and he choiced the reader. But the reader is actually Tony’s child by blood m, but he doesn’t know that. and she knows that she is relateted and hates Tony for ‘leaving’ her. …

Looking for Advice (Tony Stark X Son!Reader) Request: Could you maybe do a tony stark x son male reader where the male reader ask for advise to ask a girl out

Dentist Appointment (Tony X Daughter!Reader) Request: Could you write one where the reader needs to have oral surgery to remove some problem teeth but she’s petrified to make the call. But she’s in tears all nigh from the pain? Her dad Tony stark, makes the call behind her back cause he hates seeing her in pain. When they arrive at the hospital she nearly freaks out saying he betrayed her so he hugs her and says it will be ok; but when he did that he also got her in the neck with a sedative to knock her out to make it easier on everyone? Lol

Session (Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader) TRIGGER WARNING: SELF HARM AND DEPRESSION Request: … reader is Tony’s daughter and has a history with self harming so he sends her to therapy for depression. Tony went to intro session with y/n and she says that she doesnt cut anymore and still maintains the lie and then Tony begins to notice all of the signs that point to her self harming and realises she never actually stopped? If thats okay? If not, i understand?

Dip (Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader) Warnings: Depression, self-doubt Request: Tony stark x daughter reader where her grades slip bad because of depression and she panics but Tony’s there for her and makes sure she knows it’s okay to fail?

Helping (Avengers X Teen!Reader) Warnings: Bulimia, throwing up, bullying, self conscious reader. Request: I was wondering if you would write one where the reader is Tony’s daughter (although all of them are protective of her) and she has bulimia and she gets caught purging by one of the team members.

Feeling Loved Again (Father!Tony X Teen!Reader) Warnings: Swearing Request:I had an idea. Where the reader is Tony Starks daughter (15-16 yr old) but she lives with her mom. She’s kind of tomboyish and dyes her hair funky colors so her mom gets sick of it and drops her off at the tower unexpectedly and tells tony she’s his problem now. So he gladly signs the custody papers. He totally adores her and celebrates her first night with him with take out and movies with the whole team.

Parker! (Peter Parker X Fem!Reader) Warnings: Bit of bullying, angry over protective dad. Request: Tony Stark’s daughter is popular and in a band and at a concert, Peter is getting picked on for being alone so Reader goes and kisses him and hugs him, surprising everyone with their secret relationship, much to Tony’s disapproval.

Five Days (Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader) SERIOUS WARNING: EATING DISORDER Other Warnings: Bullying/ teasing Request: Hey love! I was wondering if you could write something along the lines of where the reader has been in recovery from an eating disorder and then has a hard relapse? Maybe with a platonic or father Tony Stark?

It’ll Work Out (Stony X Daughter!Reader) Warnings: Spoilers of Civil War, emotions Request: Hey can you do one where reader is stonys daughter and it’s just about how the family is torn apart lots of angst ends in fluff

New Environment (Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader) Warnings: Mentions of bad background and illegal activities. Request: Do you think you can do a roleplay where tonys daughter doesn’t come from the same background as him and maybe is coming from the ‘ghetto where she lived with her mom and she’s trying to act tough and stuff buts she’s actually really scared? …

Sit Down (Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader) Warnings: Injury Request: … reader sprains her ankle and still tries to do loads of things and won’t let it heal because she’s stubborn af and tony gets all protective? …

Fight Me (Peter Parker X Fem!Reader, Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader) Warnings: Threatening (not serious) Request: Hey can I get a Tony x daughter reader where she’s always says fight me like someone says “I Was sitting there” and she says fight me ect. Anyway lots of fluff a little Peter x reader too- Og I forgot Tony x daughter reader fight me she like pure™ thanks😘

To Make You Happy (Tony X Daughter!Reader) Warnings: Hints of depression Request: … She’s been depressed and going through a rough time. So to cheer her up her dad gets her a kitten even though he isn’t fond of animals. He knew she always wanted one. And she does start to cheer up and they share a dad daughter fluffy moment.

My Daughter (Tony X Daughter!Reader) Warnings: Mention of death of a parent Request: … Tony has a teenage daughter he didn’t know about but the mom dies, so he takes custody and introduces her around and just overall becomes a dad of a teenager? (You don’t have to if it makes you uncomfortable)

Supporting Dad (Tony Stark X Reader) Request: Could you do reader being Tony’s kid and they’re as smart as him and decide to go into music instead of inventing? Like with Tony being the super proud band parent at every concert or somth about him being supportive

Caring Father (Tony X Daughter!Reader) Warnings: Self Conscious reader, protective father, verbal abuse, body shaming Request: … reader who is on the phone with their mom and Tony (their bf, or dad, you choose!), being the overprotective dad/bf he is, has been noticing that the reader has been skipping meals. Like, the reader would only eat around lunchtime, and sometimes dinner, but thats it. He overhears her mom chastising her about how the reader needs to lose weight, ect. Can it be really fluffy?

Delirious (Tony X Daughter!Reader) Warnings: Sickness Request: Tony stark x daughter request? Where she’s sick with a really high fever and completely delirious and keeps saying crazy shit. As concerned as tony is he can’t help not to laugh at some of her antics so he takes video. When she’s better he shows her the video and they both share a laugh over it.

Bookworms (Loki X Fem!Reader) Request: Hey could I request one where the reader is Tony’s daughter and she does a bunch of reading with Loki, but finds out he hasn’t read Harry Potter, freaks, and makes him read all of them?

Your Daughter (Tony X Daughter!Reader) | Part 2 Warnings: Minor Spoilers of Civil War Request: ... reader is Tony’s teenage daughter and he doesn’t know about her and during the airport scene in Civil war this teenage girl arrives in an iron man suit and stops the fight and Tony’s like who are you and then she’s replies with “your daughter” ...

Telling Him (Peter Parker X Male!Reader) Warnings: Mentions of coming out and past murder Request: ... reader is Tony’s son (probably an adoption situation?) and is closeted gay… maybe after Peter is already a part of the avengers, and not during Civil War? ...

I’m Here Now (Tony X Daughter!Reader) | Part 2 Warnings: Mention of car crash, death, injury Request: ... Her and her mom got into a bad accident. The mom dies and reader needs a blood transfusion so when the drs test her they match her to Stark. He gets the call and rushes over. Realizing he’s a dad to a teenage girl now he has the team ready a room and he welcomes her into his heart and makes her feel extra special since she lost her mom.

Who Is It? (Tony X Daughter!Reader) | Part 2 Request: ... Tonys daughter is sitting in the living room being like ‘hey I hacked into your system 'cause I’m your super smart daughter and have no where else to go’ and Tony starts to get really protectiv over her. And then finds out that she is falling in love with Peter, but Tony is basically the last one to find out? ...

Missing My Voice (Tony X Fem!Reader, Peter x Fem!Reader) | Part 2 Warnings: Blood, surgery, needles, injury Request: ... reader loves to sing and play the guitar and a ton of other instruments but goes mute during a mission (due to an injury), and how it impacts Peter and Tony? And can Tony like, go to a ton of doctors and stuff to try and find a solution? ...

Sit Down (Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader) Warnings: Injury Request: ... reader sprains her ankle and still tries to do loads of things and won’t let it heal because she’s stubborn af and tony gets all protective? ...

Being Tony Stark’s Adopted Daughter Would Include…

Be Careful (Tony X Daughter!Reader, Peter X Fem!Reader) | Part 2 Warnings: Blood, getting shot Request: ... reader is Tony’s teenage daughter who’s dating Peter and she’s just the type of person everyone loves but she’s also a really good hacker and fighter so she does missions sometimes and she ends up getting shot? ...

Caring Father (Tony X Daughter!Reader) Warnings: Self Conscious reader, protective father, verbal abuse, body shaming Request: ... reader who is on the phone with their mom and Tony ... has been noticing that the reader has been skipping meals. Like, the reader would only eat around lunchtime, and sometimes dinner, but thats it. He overhears her mom chastising her about how the reader needs to lose weight, ect. ...

Approving (Peter Parker X Reader, Tony X Daughter!Reader) Request: ... Tony says to his daughter that he doesn’t like the idea of them dating but behind her back he’s talking to the Avengers about how happy he is that his daughter found a good guy. ...

Warning Signs (Tony and Peter X Fem!Reader) Warnings: Mentions of Domestic abuse Request: ... reader goes to peter Parkers school and she also started interning at the avengers tower as a lab assistant? She gets along with the team and considers them family. She ends up not showing up at school or the tower for a few days so Peter goes to her house to check on her and finds out she’s being abused by her parents. ...

Parental Advice (Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader) | Part 2 Warnings: Teasing Request: ... Tony goes on with his life as an Avenger and all and it’s getting harder on him ... Meanwhile, you’re struggling with your social life ... you become pretty lonely and your favorite place is the tower with the avengers ... Finally, one morning, you and Tony are both up early(like, 4 am) and you talk to each other about your troubles. ...

Being Pepper’s Adopted Daughter and Tony Adopting You Would Include…

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TONY STARK - FAMILIAL

A Little Dense (Tony Stark X Sister!Reader, Clint Barton X Fem!Reader) Warnings: A bit of swearing Request: Clint and tony’s sister. You are trying to tell him that Clints gonna be a dad and tony is gonna be a uncle? The rest of the team finds out at the end. Some cute and fluff.

Meeting Her Husband (Loki X Stark!Reader) Warnings: Pregnancy Request: Tony and sister reader: he and the team discover you are in a secret relationship with Loki and you both are happily married and you are a few months pregnant with loki’s baby and he is not happy about it.

A Little Talk (Tony Stark X Brother!Reader) | Part 2 Warnings: Swearing, alcoholism Request: one with Tony as your big brother and you’re both going through a hard time or something?

Unfinished Business (Tony X Brother!Reader) Warnings: Death, death of parents, presumed death, a lot of emotions coming your way Request: … Reader is Tony Starks brother who, at a young age, runaway and now is coming back at Tony? But like Reader has some sort of a supernatural power like seeing ppl? …

I Still Love You (Bucky Barnes X Fem!Reader) Warnings: Spoilers of Civil War Request: With the stark reader and Bucky one, can you do where he blames himself for the death of readers and Tony’s parents, but she still loves him, even though Tony doesn’t allow it. Eventually Tony and reader have a heart to heart and gives her his blessing. Bucky puts aside his guilt?

Passing The Test. (Pietro X Fem!Reader) Warnings: Death threats, unplanned pregnancy, minor violence. Request: … reader being Tony´s sister. She dates Pietro for a long time and gets pregnant, and the avengers find out (exept tony) and their reaction, and at the end Tony realize because of her tummy and wants to kill pietro but at the end he is proud …

Better Choice (Tony Stark X Cousin!Reader, Peter Parker X Reader) Warnings: One swears and mentions of bed relationships and breakups Request: The reader is Tonys younger cousin (teenager) and she starts falling for Peter and tony just pets it happen because he’s better than any boyfriend the reader has had before

Where’s Nat? (Avengers X Teen!Reader) Warnings: Blood. Looooots of blood. Request: teen reader has period and goes to avengers for help but Nat isn’t home – Tony is her uncle!

Overprotective much? (Avengers X Fem!Reader) Warnings: One swear word, threatening, flirting, drinking and attempted murder by an overprotective brother. Request: ... reader is Tony´s sister and she is really beautiful (thats why Tony won´t introduce her) and the avengers are surprised and start bothering Tony and he gots really jealous and protective ...

#marvel cinematic universe #tony stark #iron man #tony stark x reader #iron man x reader #marvel #mcu #lazydoodlesandfanfic #lazydoodlesandfanfic masterlist

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pappydaddy · 4 years ago

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Opposites (s.h.)

A/N: This is for the request asking for a Steve x Reader where the reader was like Jade West from Victorious (also known as one of my bi awakenings). I am sorry for the delay, this Thanksgiving was crazy (I’m Canadian) and there was so much to do! I tried my best to write the reader like Jade without having her not vibe with the kids bc we all know that the kids come first with Steve. Now, without farther ado, here is the request! Hope you like it lovely Anon!!

Edit: I changed the name bc there are so many fics under the name Opposites Attract😅.

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

show/movie: stranger things

requested

warnings: fluff??

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- not my gif -

Opposites attract. Something everyone has heard before. It can be applied to magnets or to relationships. While there was no denying that when it came to magnetic pulls, opposites did indeed attract, but Steve was never too sure about it in a relationship sense. He had always gone after girls who fit his lifestyle. Parties, the popular crowd, the girls who fit in to societies expectations. It wasn’t until he had met Y/N that he had realized that maybe everyone was right. Just like magnets, opposites attract did apply to relationships as well. He could not think Robin enough for introducing the hard headed, sometimes (all the time) scary girl who Steve would have never approached. A goofy guy such as Steve paired with the rocker chick who intimidated nearly everyone? Steve had never thought that would be possible outside of the movies.

Now, here Steve sat on Dustin’s couch as he bounced his knee, the party bickering all around him as they tried to figure out what they were going to do today. “Why would we watch movie’s all day, we always watch movies, Dustin!” Lucas exclaimed from where he sat on the floor next to Max. Dustin looked up from the pile of VHS tapes he had already selected before hand.

“Because movies are awesome and clearly the best option right now,” Dustin answered as if it was obvious. “Nobody can agree on one place, so the logical solution is to stay here and watch a movie.” He shrugged, shuffling through the tapes once again, ignoring Lucas’ groans of protest. Steve tuned them out the best he could as he watched the front door, willing for it to open revealing the two missing members of the party.

“Dustin has a point, Lucas.” Max piped up, not even looking up from watching the titles of the movies Dustin was debating on.

“Why,” Lucas asked simply, turning his head to face her in an exaggerated fashion. “Just why,” He repeated. “Why do you think it’s better to sit here and watch movies all day as opposed to going to a bowling alley?”

“I’d rather watch movies than go to a bowling alley, but we are clearly forgetting the best option brought up,” Mike inserted himself into the conversation again, banging his pointer finger against the coffee table before continuing. “The Arcade. There is a huge re-opening deal and a ton of new games!”

“We’re not going to the Arcade, it’ll be too crowded to have fun as a group!” Dustin turned Mike’s idea down once again.

“And sitting in a dark living room all day watching movies will be a fun group bonding experience?” Mike snapped back, sending the three boys into a tailspin of bickering. Steve and Max both heaved out sighs at the same time just as the front door opened, Robin walking in first followed by Y/N. The two girls ceased their previous conversation, blinking at the chaos ensuing.

“Finally, what took you two so long?” Steve leapt from his spot on the couch, rushing over to the pair, his eyes wide with relief. Instantly, he wrapped Y/N in a tight hug. The girl tensed for a second before melting into his hug, patting his back with one had. She wasn’t much for hugs, not being an overly affectionate person in general, but she couldn’t help but to lean a bit closer to Steve whenever he was affectionate towards her.

“Sorry, Stevie-boy,” Robin apologized half-heartedly, plopping herself down in the spot he once occupied. “Y/N got caught up trying to decide which Stephen King book to buy and then she saw the Stephen King display they had put up.”

“Ended up getting Cycle of the Werewolf, it came out a few years ago, but I was too wrapped up in the release of Cujo to focus on his book releases,” She told him, not even waiting for him to ask. She pulled out of his grasp, reaching into the bag she carried to hand him the book. Steve shivered slightly, not understanding how she could read or watch Stephen King’s books without getting the slightest bit scared. “But I couldn’t pass on the great deal they had on, they had Danse Macabre for half off so they could get make room for another shipment.” She pulled the second book out of the bag, walking passed Steve who read over the back of the book he held, eyeing the words as if they would jump off the page at him.

“That’s great, Y/N, but we need you and Robin to help us decide what to do for the rest of the day,” Dustin interrupted the girl, earning a glare from her (which he ignored). Y/N sat on the middle cushion beside Robin who dug through her own bag to retrieve her own book: Dark Companions. “Lucas wants to go to a bowling alley-”

“I would rather stab my eyes with rusty scissors then go to a bowling alley.” Y/N cut him off, flicking through the pages of her new book. Dustin laughed in victory as Lucas gave Dustin a warning look in return.

“We didn’t get to hear what Robin thought.” Lucas pointed out, hoping that Robin would be his saving grace, but his hope was quickly shot down.

“I’m with Y/N,” She stated, looking up from her book. “I hate those places, they are a cesspool of germs. Kids pick their noses then use their booger covered fingers to pick up a ball.” She turned her nose up at the idea. Lucas slumped back in defeat, Max sending him a sympathetic smile despite her internal happiness that she didn’t have to go to the bowling alley. Steve hid his own excitement as he sat down on the other side of Y/N, slinging his arm over her shoulders as she began to read her book.

“How about the Arcade, huh? You guys can watch us play awesome games and not touch anything!” Mike brought up his idea, trying to sell the girls on it. Robin shook her head instantly.

“Arcades are my personal hell,” Y/N grumbled, flipping the page. “Kids running around screaming and the noises from the games. It’s nauseating.” She cringed at the thought of it.

“So that leaves watching movies here then.” Dustin smiled brightly, showing his still missing teeth. Mike and Lucas groaned, flopping back on the floor dramatically, missing the way Y/N’s face twisted into a scowl and Robin’s nose turned up once again.

“Sitting here all day watching movies?” Robin asked.

“I would rather stuff myself into a wood-chipper.” Y/N commented once again, her eyes never lifting off her page. This prompted Lucas and Mike to shoot back up, smiling widely at Dustin’s defeat.

“Hey, isn’t there that band stopping by to preform a little outdoor concert, super low-key and free?” Max finally brought up the idea she had been sitting on the whole time. She knew that Robin and Y/N would have backed her up, but the boys would have shot the idea down immediately. Y/N and Robin slowly lifted their heads, intrigued by Max’s idea.

“So? What band would be coming to Hawkins to play a free show? Are they even worth seeing?” Mike lifted his upper lip in a grimace as he got ready to shoot the idea down.

“Yes, they are,” Max narrowed her eyes at the boy. “It’s a relatively new rock band, kinda like Def Leppard meets Guns N’ Roses meets AC/DC. They are playing free shows in smaller towns to build a name for themselves, all their earnings come from their merch sales.”

“Now that,” Y/N finally closed her book, setting it on the coffee table as she uncrossed her legs. Leaning her elbows on her knees, she clasped her hands together and pointed her pointer fingers at Max, a smirk playing on her dark painted lips. “That sounds awesome.” She unclasped her hands to high-five Max, the red-head beyond happy that her idea was chosen.

“It does sound really cool,” Robin nodded, sharing a look with Y/N and Max. “I’m down.”

“You know what,” Steve finally spoke up, bobbing his head, a goofy smile on his face as his eyes gazed at Y/N as she leaned back under his arm, looking up at him. “I’m in too. I could use a good concert.”

“You’re just agreeing because your girlfriend wants to go!” Mike accused, earning two glares from Y/N and Steve. He shrunk back under Y/N’s hard glare.

“Come on, guys,” Steve encouraged. “You guys could actually like their music, you might even find a new interest or meet some new people,” He tried to sell the reluctant teen boys. They hummed, actually listening to him. “There really isn’t any harm in going.” They nodded, muttering their lack-luster agreements in choosing the concert.

“Forget all that mushy, positive shit,” Y/N waved her hand at Steve’s sappy selling of the concert. “Just go and live outside of your comfort zone, taint your innocent, pure souls. You will thank me later, trust me.”

“Are you corrupting my kids?” Steve asked her as the boys all hollered ‘yeahs’ and hopped around the room as if they were tough. Max and Robin rolled their eyes at them, but Y/N looked back up at Steve, a sparkle in her eyes.

“Yeah, someone had to undo all the goofiness you instilled in them - make ‘em cooler.” He smiled down at her, pressing his lips against hers softly as the boy’s continued on. The roudiness melted away as they shared a loving kiss. As their lips pulled away reluctantly, parting the sweet kiss. Steve was never more sure that they were living proof of opposites attracting.

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pokeau · 3 years ago

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Scream out

Original post date: August 26th, 2021

Concerts are exhausting.

Characters: Colress/Lune/N

Warnings: None

Wordcount: 1,429

Vibe: Hurt/comfort

Original AN:

once again with all unova trio oneshots this is cheesy as hell sorry

i wrote this bc i needed to project feelings whoopsies

3am unrevised, u get the drift this is normal around here

yes im co-opting touhou arranges for titles again

also i figured i didnt need a warning for it since it's so commonplace for me but theres swearing. lune literally says fuck in the second sentence

"Are you sure you're ok doing this?"

"It's not like I have a fucking choice."

Lune's strained posture in front of her dressing room vanity said everything N needed to know.

"Sure you do, you-" N started to say, though his words were quickly cut off.

"No, I don't. Am I supposed to just walk onto a stage in front of a full stadium and say 'Sorry! Lulu's got a case of the feelies! Show's cancelled!'?" Lune replied, slowly sliding her head down until she was face down on the vanity. "This is my nightmare. I have to live with it."

N didn't say anything, he simply looked on from the couch with concern. He wanted to do something, but was aware how little she liked to be touched when frustrated. Suddenly, a noise caught N's attention - the door to the dressing room had been opened.

"Prep's good to go, we should be on in 10!" Colress said as he entered the room, clipboard in hand. He sat down on the couch next to N, giving him a light kiss and leaning into him as he made himself comfortable. "Is she still upset?" he whispered to his partner, looking on at Lune.

"Mmmmhmm." N muttered, leaning to take a look at the clipboard.

It detailed the concert's venue information, as well as the standard tour details.

Lune had always been a bit negative towards the idea of tours, but pressure from fans and media eventually cracked her stubborn attitude. It went well at first! But week after week in a new hotel, with prying fans and unfamiliar places, it all was starting to get to her. She'd done it before in her early idol days though, but this time it was different.

She'd been feeling like she was going to burn out for a while. Being fake and marketable was alright at first, Lune enjoyed it, even. Just like her highschool plays or Pokestar flicks. But then it started to bleed into her personal life - where she felt she'd become completely two-faced. She was either frustrated, angry, or exhausted most of the time she was off-camera from the stress of it all - but had to turn around and go back to her peppy persona at a moments notice. The game she started out of boredom had become a maze she couldn't escape.

She wanted the noise to stop. It reminded her too much of how she had to pretend she was a different person for two years. And then it spiraled, recalling... everything. It was too much noise. She wanted it to be quiet.

But in the lack of quiet...

"Shit." N said under his breath, as the sounds of Lune choking up filled the room.

It became evident to N and Colress that Lune was at her breaking point. She rarely cried, and only truly did so if things had boiled over past the point she could mask.

Colress got up from the couch, but N quickly grabbed his arm to stop him from approaching Lune. N figured that while she was crying, she was still pissed off - and would end up getting snappy at Colress's attempt to comfort her.

Even from her most beloveds, Lune had a history of attempting to deflect any and all attempts at comfort, not wanting to burden others or be perceived as weak. She'd attempt to assure her partners she was getting better, but... she really wasn't.

N and Colress were all too familiar with this, but their combined empathy still begged them to do something. It hurt so much seeing the woman they loved suffer, but all they could do for now was give her space.

Time ticked down.

10, 9, 8, 7 minutes...

Lune was still crying on and off, and her partners still felt helpless.

N was starting to get frustrated himself. He wasn't sure if it was too early to make the no-show call, and didn't want to make the announcement that Lune wouldn't be performing to a full stadium. But mostly, he was frustrated that he felt he couldn't do anything - that he hadn't done anything. What kind of boyfriend am I? - was the phrase that kept clogging his thoughts. N could easily stop a rampaging darmanitan with his compassion, but ever since 'he' repeatedly used Lune like a pawn, her emotions had become a puzzle not even N could solve. Or maybe he just had trouble understanding that some people need space when upset, and that he can't fix everything - either way, it hurt.

Colress felt similarly, but felt a bit more daring. Hesitantly, he spoke;

"Lulu,"

No response, aside from a pause in the crying noises, indicating acknowledgement. Even after boiling over, Lune's chaotic and noisy thoughts couldn't block out his voice.

"It's your show. If you're not comfortable with playing a facade anymore, by no means should you have to."

Slowly, Lune lifted herself up from her slump, and spun around in her chair. Her face was red, with strands of hair wet from tears stuck to it. She didn't look as angry as she did exasperated.

"And what?" she said, voice cracking. "Have the world find out I'm a bitch? That I'm not some kind of magical pop girl like they think I am?"

Colress didn't really think he'd get this far, and was at a loss for words. But as N flopped down over on his lap, Colress's train of thought was carried on by N.

"Well, yea." N said, stretching out his arms. "Who gives a shit? If they don't like the truth, they can fuck off."

"But..."

"But what? These people would follow you to the ends of the earth even if you were some kind of notorious criminal. They believe in your talent, I think they could care less for how you act." N paused, and fixed his posture a bit. He looked rather serious. "I think it's about time people knew the real you."

Lune just huffed and stood up from her seat weakly, and shambled over to the couch - where she promptly collapsed on top of N and Colress. Colress was quick to embrace her as she landed, as N nuzzled up to her side.

"Goddamnit." she groaned. "Who let you learn to speak..."

Colress chuckled a little, and was quickly jabbed in response by Lune before apologizing.

N just had a smile on, and kissed Lune on the forehead.

"We believe in you, Lulu." Colress whispered, ruffling Lune's hair a bit. "It's going to be alright. Just act how you want..." he continued, pausing briefly before he perked up a little. "Oh! Or, as an old friend would advise... you could use your frustration? I really enjoy when you let your more powerful voice come through - even just shouting into the mic works,"

"I always loved how you growl sometimes when you sing." N purred, moving to sandwich Lune more in a cuddle puddle between himself and Colress.

"Mmmmmmmmmshutup..." Lune mumbled as she dug her face into Colress's chest, partially using his shirt to dry off her tears. She let out a deep sigh, before leaning back on the couch. "...Alright. I think... I can try. If I just let go and don't think much."

"Do you remember some of the lyrics to that more serious collection you wrote? I feel like they may work better." Colress asked.

"Yea... and if I don't I can just make shit up and nobody will notice - I did improv, I think I can just do what I want."

"That's the spirit!" N said with a smile. "Do what you want."

The three cuddled a bit more before the 1 minute buzzer went off. Lune sighed once, and untangled herself from her partners. She got up from the couch and did a big stretch, and promptly noticed she hadn't actually gotten into her initial outfit.

"Ah, shit." She mumbled, wiping down her black tank top.

"Uh, quick, illusion it?" Colress suggested as his eyes quickly moved between the clock and his girlfriend.

Lune thought for a second.

"Mm... nah. I think I'll do what I want."

Lune ruffled her own hair a bit while turned to the vanity mirror, gave Colress and N a kiss, and headed out of the dressing room.

The lights on stage were almost blinding, and the crowd erupted upon seeing Lune. The pressure was on, but she took a deep breath and grabbed the microphone.

This was her game, after all - it was about time she changed the rules.

#as u can see these 3 live in my brain rentfree #oc x canon #writing #oneshot #lune #colress #n

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coveredinsweetpea · 5 years ago

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your baby sweet pea getting jealous bc of your celebrity crushes like maybe you’re talking about harry styles too much and he just stomps his foot like a five year old ‘nooo baby enough you’re my girl stooop’🥺🥺

My baby Sweet Pea being jealous of my baby Harry Styles??? Anon, you hit me hard!!!

"Do you think this is the right way to do it?" you giggled, pouring more flour into the bowl, completely disappointed by the softness of the batter. The recipe said it should have been pretty much solid by now, yet yours and Sweet Pea's literally looked like pudding.

"We're doing something wrong," he sighed. He had gone over the instructions about ten times already, and now, he was hugging you from behind as you both read them all over again.

"I think we should just wing it" you laughed, throwing the mixer to the side and planting your hands right into the cookie dough. Sweet Pea was just laughing and shaking his head, as you kept on hoping that with enough determination, you'd mold it into the right texture. Not a chance.

When you were about to open your mouth and express the fact that you were ready to give up and order from Pop's instead, your phone rang. Seeing how your hands were all sticky and covered in batter, Sweet Pea fetched your phone, accepted the call, and placed it on the counter right next to you, on speaker.

In an instant, your best friend's voice became audible, but not before she let out a loud screech filled with enthusiasm, "Y/n, MTV. Now!"

"I can't right now- I-" you tried to say as you toyed with the dough on your fingers, but she cut you off.

"Yes, you can!" she said dramatically, "They're live streaming Harry's concert and he's-"

And frankly, that was all you needed to hear before all your blood rose up into your ears. You sprinted off, slammed your shoulder into the door and didn't stop until you were kneeling in front of the small TV in the living room. Following a small mental breakdown, you managed to press the ON button on the remote control using your toes. The exact same way, you frantically flipped through the channels, until you reached MTV and Harry's dancing frame popped up on the screen.

Your eyes went wide and you sat down, unable to hold back a grin as you sang every word. It is unclear when Sweet Pea actually entered the room, but after the third song ended, you felt him softly tap your shoulder.

"I think I got what we did wrong, it looks just like the picture now, I think we can-"

"Yeah, yeah, just a second" you mumbled, cutting him off before you turned back to the TV just as Golden started playing. That second was as metaphorical as it could have been, because you had absolutely no intention of going anywhere until Harry left that stage. And Sweet Pea knew that. So, without even trying to argue with you, he shuffled closer and wrapped you in his arms, pressing your back flush against his chest.

He watched quietly, and you paid him no attention. You were completely absorbed. It was about 10 minutes later that he thanked the crowd and some other person took the stage, resulting in you slumping back against Sweet Pea.

"He's really talented," he said, giving you a soft kiss.

"I know" you whined, "And I'll never get to see him live, let alone meet him, and that makes my heart hurt"

"Aww, baby-" Sweet Pea hummed, moving a bit to the side so he could look into your eyes, "I promise you, one day you'll see him live. I'll help you save money"

"I love you, Pea" you blushed, leaning in to peck his lips, "You don't have to do that"

"I want to, angel"

Shortly after that, you two went back into the kitchen. Like he said, the dough was finally looking the way it was supposed to, but you honestly had no idea why, because while Sweet Pea proudly explained how he figured out what was missing, you were too busy replaying the whole concert inside your head. Moments later, the cookies were in the oven, and you and Sweet Pea were munching on some chips as you waited for the desert to be done. "But like-" you said, looking aimlessly at the wall behind your boyfriend, "If I ever meet Harry Styles, I don't even know what I could possibly say to him"

"What do you mean?" Sweet Pea asked, genuinely curious.

"Like, he seems like that kind of person that's really smart and educated and my brain would most definitely shut down"

"Your brain wouldn't shut down, Y/n, come on" Sweet Pea scoffed, "You're the smartest person I know, I'm pretty sure a pop star has got nothing on you"

"But have you seen him?" you belted, your enthusiasm making your voice just a tad bit too loud. "Oh my god..." you said again, leaning back down against the counter.

"I saw him, yes" he laughed.

"Hot. As shit"

Sweet Pea's eyes grew wide as his brows gathered into a helpless frown, but you didn't notice"

"He's fucking perfect!"

"Baby..." he whined, now obviously bothered.

"I'd let him run me over with a car!" you exclaimed, which was the last straw. Sweet Pea stood up and walked over to you, eyes all dark and glossy, his usual grin nowhere to be seen.

"Nooo, baby, enough.. Please.. You're my girl, stooop.." he whined, grabbing your shoulders.

That was when you finally noticed the way everything you said must have sounded, and panic enveloped you. "Pea, I didn't mean it like-"

"I know he's a lot of things that I'm not, but I'm really trying and-"

"No, no, no-" you jumped to stop him, cupping his cheeks into your palms, "I swear, I never intended it to sound like that. Fuck, I'm so stupid"

"No, you're not" Sweet Pea shook his head, the vulnerability in his voice making your heart melt. For a second, you stood and wondered how on earth did you manage to say those things to him when he's the best thing that ever happened to you. Sweet Pea was the one who taught you what unconditional love was, the only person who supported you every step of the way, he bailed on his friends to stay inside and make cookies with you, and what did you do? Told him how much you like another guy.

"Yes, I am, I don't know, it's just a stupid celebrity crush, but please tell me you know that" you said, looking deeply into his eyes, "Please tell me I didn't really make you believe I could ever like him more than I like you. You're the only one for me, please tell me you know that"

"I do" he nodded, his voice breaking.

"Pea" you cried, wrapping your arms around his neck, "You're my baby and only you. You're perfect and I love you so fucking much" For the next part, you pulled away from him and forced him to look into your eyes as you spoke. "When I meant that Harry is perfect, I meant that he looks good and I love his music. And that's all I know about him. But when I say you're perfect, I say it taking into consideration all aspects of your personality, all your flaws that I've come to love, all the small little things you do for me that make my heart melt.. You're the best man I ever met. I swear to god, Pea, I say stupid shit sometimes, but please don't ever doubt how much I love you"

"I love you too, baby girl" he said, and this time, you finally heard his voice come back to normal. A small grin appeared at the corner of his lips, before he bent down to kiss you.

"I'm really sorry" you mumbled, cuddling into his chest after you pulled away from his lips.

"Don't be, baby, I overreacted too, I shouldn't have-"

"You did not overreact, shut up"

A few seconds of silence followed, where he just held you to his chest, in the middle of the kitchen. "I'm your baby" he said, kissing the top of your head. "And you're mine"

"Yess!!" you smiled, pulling away and pushing yourself up to kiss his lips.

"But yeah, I kinda did overreact-" Sweet Pea said with a grin, "Considering how badly I want Megan Fox to run ME over with a car"

You wanted to jump and argue, but you were interrupted by the sound of your smoke alarm going off.

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raysofcrosby · 5 years ago

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CHANGE MY MIND PT. 2

“𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘴. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺.” ━ 𝘋𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘥 𝘕𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘴, 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘋𝘢𝘺

warning(s): cussing

word count: 4,282

authors note: i honestly didn’t know when i was going to get this done bc the writing process has been kind of slow, but my bff and i got vip pit tickets to two 5sos concerts in sept and i’ve literally been so happy that i finished writing!!! as always, thank yall for reading, commenting, liking and reblogging– it means a lot and i love you all for it. enjoy part 2 of my new series!! :)

*Boone's P.O.V*

He knew there was a catch.

There was always a fucking catch.

Never once in his life had he ever gone on a date and had it go well. There was always some twist whether at the beginning, in the middle or at the end of the date. Hell, even with his ex-girlfriend shit never went right, yet he dated her for three years. Of course, those were three, extremely toxic, years where they spent more time arguing and trying to screw with the other's mind, rather than working on having a functional, loving relationship. Even his many one-night stands within the last year hadn't even ended up anywhere near normal. There was the girl who locked herself in his bathroom. The time he had to get Seth and Josh to bang on his apartment door pretending to be cops just to get a girl to leave. The last four years of his romantic part of life had been one hot mess after another– and he expected this dumb blind date that Josh had begged him to attend, wouldn't be any different.

But it was.

It was actually one of the best dates he had been on in YEARS and that fact alone was surprising to him, especially considering all it consisted of was sitting in a slightly busy coffee shop and chatting over hot chocolate and cinnamon rolls. There were no sexual innuendos he often experienced throughout and there definitely wasn't any post-date sex. Sitting there at the small table and just talking about the small things in life and never touching the subject of hockey or fame, was refreshing. It was the big breath of fresh air that he never knew he needed or wanted.

You were like the big break he'd been looking for and it killed him to think that he might actually have to thank Josh and Bailee for setting this up. He already saw it– the smirk on both of their faces when he told them how fun the date was and how he had already been thinking about asking you on another one. He needed to get to know you better, he wanted to figure out just what it was that separated you from the rest. The perfect date.

Until it wasn't.

Because the twist he'd been waiting for and was relieved that had never shown up, had been revealed the moment he walked you home. Only this time, shockingly, the twist wasn't some psycho act, refusal to leave or even a snarky attitude. Instead, it was a little girl wearing frozen pajamas.

At first, he wasn't even sure if she was just a figure of his imagination, if you had the wrong apartment or if you were babysitting for the girl who had just rushed down the hallway like it was on fire. But the moment that the word 'mommy' left the little girls' lips, it was like he was frozen...literally.

It was all a blur after that. He swore he could hear you say goodnight and something else, but his mind was so focused on the disappointment of the surprise, that he barely even heard you. He wasn't even sure if he looked away from the little girl. Hell, he barely even remembers what he said to you before disappearing down the hallway.

Disappointment and Anger, those were the two reactions he had been feeling since last night. Disappointment that the date he thought was perfect, of course, turned out to have a hidden surprise. And anger at Josh and Bailee for never even bothering to give him a heads up about it.

He pushed open the locker room door, immediately looking in the direction of Josh's locker to see it empty. "Man on a mission, Boone?" PLD joked, sitting up and resting his elbows on his knees.

"Where's Josh?" He asked, heading over to his locker and tossing his water bottle into his locker.

"Last I saw he was returning the heating pack," Zach replied, nodding his head in the direction from where Boone had just come in. "He should be back in a few."

No sooner than the words left his mouth, the locker room door swung open again and Josh strolled in, following behind Seth and Cam, the three of them laughing. He waited before Josh sat down in his cubby before storming over there, standing over him. It only took Josh a few seconds to realize that Boone was standing there and he raised an eyebrow and went to speak. But before Josh could even get out a word, he cut him off.

"A kid. She has a kid."

He watched the smile fall off of Josh's face before he cleared his throat and took a deep breath, exhaling soon after. "So you met Riley."

"Yeah, I met the child," Boone said, giving Josh a sarcastic smile. "Why the hell didn't you tell me she had a kid?"

"Uh, probably because it's not my business to tell?" Josh replied, rolling his eyes before bending down to finish getting dressed. "I'm surprised you even met her this soon. Y/N usually never gets to that point."

"Oh no, she didn't tell me about the kid. She got some phone call and I drove her home and walked her to the door and then some...blonde girl comes rushing out and leaves and before she could say anything that," he waves his hands nonchalantly before dropping them to his side. "child, throws up all over the floor."

"'That child'?" Seth laughs, raising his eyebrows as he plops down in his locker. "You know you sound like an ass right now, right?"

"Well excuse me for being real," Boone replied, rolling his eyes. "I don't think you understand how off guard this all was, Seth."

"What's so off-guard about it? I mean, think about it," He rolled up his rashguard sleeves and bent down to slip on his skates. "If you were in her position, most likely a single parent, would 'hey, I have a kid at home' be the first thing you'd talk about on a date with a random stranger? Especially if it's only the first date and it could or could not go anywhere?"

It was probably extremely visible at just how taken aback Boone was at his comment. He literally could feel himself step back at what Seth had said. And it wasn't any better when he looked at Josh for backup, only to see Josh raising his eyebrows with a 'he's not wrong' smile on his face. Boone sighed and glared at the two teammates. He knew they were right, that maybe, he was being just a little overdramatic. But after spending most of the night thinking that there was no dramatic twist and then finding out there was one– it was hard not to be understanding. Instead of further arguing, he huffed and walked over to his locker and started to get dressed for practice.

"Besides the surprise, how was the date?"

"Date?" Zach chimed in, looking over at Boone. "What was it this time? Did you have to sneak out of your apartment? Call building security?"

"Fake a vet call for your non-existent dog?" PLD laughed, gaining a few touches of laughter as well.

Boone rolled his eyes, tugging his rashguard over his head and pulling it down before giving them a sarcastic smile. "Haha, very funny you assholes." He grabbed his pads and sat down, bending over to put them on. "But no...it was really nice. We talked over drinks and it was cool."

"What kind of drinks are we talking about? Shots? Margaritas?"

"Hot Chocolate and Cinnamon rolls."

The silence was deafening from the group of guys as Boone stayed hunched over and putting on his pads. When he sat up, he was greeted to looks mixed with confusion and awe. "What?"

"Hot Chocolate and Cinnamon rolls?" Cam chimed in, shrugging his shoulders with a smile on his face. "Sounds kind of domestic to me, especially considering your...interesting past."

"Oh shut up you assholes, there's nothing domestic about hot chocolate and cinnamon rolls," Boone groaned, standing up and putting on his practice jersey. "You guys are just being–"

"Teammates, who are tired of your horrible taste in women?" Josh added in, continuing to tape his stick.

Boone had no answer because Josh was right. His history of hookups has proved to be very...troubling. That and the guys were too busy laughing for him to even give a clear answer. "Alright, alright, shut up all of you."

"Just tell me this," Seth said, standing up and pointing his water bottle at him. "At any time during the date, did the thought of inviting her over to your apartment to have dirty, first date sex, cross your mind?"

Boone sucked in his lips and kept his gaze on his stick, never losing focus as he taped it up. The silence around him was deafening, which alone told them his answer– and he realized it for the first time since last night. Not once, did he ever consider offering you to come over to his place for a drink and to have meaningless sex, just to send you off later that night or even the next morning Whereas, on his other dates, that was usually the offer within the first 15 minutes. That alone made him nervous about you. He hadn't felt that way on a date since his ex-girlfriend, and everyone knew how well that relationship turned out.

How was he sure that this was going to be any different? That you were going to be any different? Especially since you had a kid.

"Ho-ly fucking shit," Seth scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief. "You need to ask her on another date."

"What?" He ripped off the tape and tossed his roll into the locker. "Why should I do that?"

"Because uh, she's normal?" Zach said, shrugging on his practice jersey.

"That," Seth chimed in, pointing at Zach before turning back to Boone. "And your other crazy hookups have cost me plenty of extra hours of sleep in the mornings. So she has a kid? What's the big deal?"

Boone just turned his back to them as he finished getting ready for practice, looking into his locker and making sure he had gone through his routine perfectly. When he grabbed his helmet and turned back to walk towards the locker room door, Josh was waiting there for him with a smile on his face. Boone sighed a defeating sigh and made his way over to his teammate, coming to a stop just beside him. "So?" Josh smiled, further making Boone just want to deck him in the face.

"What's her number?"

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This was stupid.

He sighed, standing outside your apartment building with a hot chocolate and a cinnamon roll wrapped up from your date cafe in hand. As he looked up at the building, another thought crossed his mind.

This was also really fucking creepy.

He only dropped you off at your place once and now he was about to show up out of the blue, not even knowing if you were home. It was Saturday afternoon, so he kind of figured you'd be home– assuming you didn't have any plans. Josh said that he knew you didn't have plans with Bailee, but what if you had plans with other friends? Or another guy?

"Yep nope, this is a bad idea," he huffed, turning back away from your building and facing the street. "But, I was kind of an ass, so its at least worth a try."

When he turned back around, he came face to face with Bailee. She stood there with a raised eyebrow and a knowing smile. "Talking to yourself there, Boone?"

His eyes went wide when he realized that Bailee saw him here...outside of your apartment. He sighed and shrugged his shoulders. "Just out...for a walk."

"Isn't time about time for your pre-game nap?" She walked down the apartment steps and looked around before smiling back at him. "And last time I checked, you lived about hm...10 minutes, in that direction."

He could feel his face heat up the longer that he stood there with her staring at him and his mouth open, unable to find an answer. He cleared his throat and held up his offerings to you. "I asked Josh for her number, he gave me her number and her address and I just thought that I'd–"

"Make-up for being a total douchebag for running off as you did?"

Ouch, he felt that one.

Oh, shit...he felt that– her snide comment...actually made him feel bad? He could only imagine how his quick exit last night had made you feel and for the first time in a long time...he actually cared. "I-"

"Listen, Josh and I didn't set you two up for the hell of it or just because we think it'd be cool that two of our friends are dating," she sighed, walking down all of the steps and coming to a stop in front of him. "We both care about you guys and the two of you are more similar than you think."

"Bails, I swear I didn't mean to run off like that I," he raised his arms in a lazy shrug and shook his head. "I just...it was weird? Scary? I don't know."

"Try being in her shoes, Jenner." She patted his shoulder and started to walk by him, digging in her purse for her keys. "But a word to the wise, I wouldn't go up there right now. She's in a pretty heated argument with her boss and only one is winning."

He could feel the disappointment weigh down on his shoulders as he looked at his hot chocolate and cinnamon roll. "Any chance you'd want this?"

"Nope, I've been doing this 30 day no sugar thing and I'm on day 29. So I politely decline your...delicious sweets. I'll see you tonight!" She pulled her keys out and started to walk down the street.

"Yeah, see you."

She unlocked her car as he walked up the few steps and sighed. "Boone, wait!" He turned to see her standing next to her car, looking all serious. "I love you for doing this because it means that you're well aware that you pulled a grade-A dick move last night. But I love Y/N more, she's my girl, my person...she has been since we were kids. So do not make me regret setting this up or so help me God I will not hesitate to kick your ass. Professional Hockey player or not."

He had to admit, Bailee could be intimidating as hell– all 5 foot 5 inches of her. He gave her a polite smile before jogging up the rest of the stares and finding his way to the elevator inside before she had a chance to run after him. When he got into the elevator and pressed your floor number, he felt perfectly fine...until the doors closed. Then, he realized that maybe this was a mistake.

Would you find it endearing that he brought you snacks?

Or just plain borderline stalkerish?

As soon as the elevator came to a stop and the doors opened, he knew that there was no turning back. He took a deep breath and sighed as he walked out of the elevator and down the hall to your apartment door.

He dug out his phone and opened his message from Josh

apartment 338A

He felt stupid, the fact that the quick thought of how it must be fate that the two of you be together because his jersey number just happened to be your apartment number. So just as quick as that thought came into his head, he pushed it out. As he came to a stop in front of your door, he contemplated knocking and engaging in conversation before hoping you'd invite him inside. But based on just how Bailee had said minutes earlier about your conversation with your boss, he thought that probably wasn't the best.

So instead, he'd leave a note.

Digging into his jacket pockets, he groaned as his hands were met with emptiness. Why he thought that he'd just happen to have a marker or even a pen with him, he didn't know. Though considering how many kids ask him for autographs on the street in his day-to-day life, he probably should start carrying one around. Defeated, he sighed and placed the hot chocolate and paper bag down in front of your door and knocked three times before making a break down the hallway. The boys would be chirping him with no mercy if they saw him right now, ducking behind a corner by the elevator, peeking around to see if you'd opened the door yet. When he heard the door open and then your voice, he quickly ducked behind the corner, scared of being seen. When he felt like it was safe to look, he slowly peeked back around to see you bending down and picking up his gift before walking back into your room.

He let out a breath he wasn't even aware that he had been holding before pressing the elevator button and walking into the opened doors. As the doors closed behind him, he dug his hands into his pockets and smiled, shaking his head.

Borderline stalkerish? Maybe. But it was worth it since he was more than positive that he had seen you smile as you acknowledged his gift.

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As much as he shouldn't have done it, he spent the entire game wondering whether or not you had known if the surprise left at your doorstep was from him. To him, it was obvious that the gift could have only been from him, but how was he to know that Bailee never had the same order before and you thought she had come back and left it behind as a pick me up?

While he did spend the game with the lingering thought in the back of his mind, he was able to take out the unnecessary anger and disappointment he'd still been harboring inside, out on every Pittsburgh player that crossed his path. He wasn't necessarily still angry at Josh or even disappointed in you hiding your kid, but more along the lines that he was angry and disappointed in himself and honestly in fate in general.

How cruel could the world be to dangle a woman who seemed to be the one he could be serious about for the first time in a long time...and then throw in a twist?

If the two of you chose to actually move forward and date, how would the little girl factor in? What is he to her? Does he have to do anything? What comes along with dating a woman who already has a child?

Even after scoring two goals in their 6 to 2 win against their rival, he couldn't stop thinking about it. When he got back into the locker room and after all the press and pleasantries, he hoped to see something from you on his phone. That maybe you had figured out it was him who left the treats and you had asked Bailee for his number to send a text. But when he grabbed his phone, all he saw were football notifications, a text from his family group chat and girls sliding into his Instagram DMs. He was surprised when he answered the text and ignored the dm's, even rolling his eyes as he tossed his phone down and proceeded to get undressed.

He never turned down a DM, especially if it was from someone who he had already hooked up with prior. But for some odd reason, and he couldn't pinpoint it to any kind of feeling...he just didn't even bother with them.

When he was finished with his shower and got dressed back up into his suit, he saw that Josh was still waiting for him in his locker. They planned to go to the small bar down the street with Bailee and just have a drink or two to destress after the game– but when he saw his still empty phone, he didn't feel like going anymore.

"Ready? Bailee's waiting outside." Josh said, standing up and adjusting his suit jacket.

"Listen, about that–"

"Oh no, no way," Josh groaned, as the two of them walked out of the locker room. "There's no way you're ditching me."

"You're ditching drinks?" Josh and Boone both looked up to see Bailee walking over from her place against the wall with an amused smile on her face. "What? Suddenly you're not into a beer for destressing?"

Boone went to say something when the movement behind Bailee caught his eye. He first recognized your hair, the way you had it pulled out of your face– the same way you had worn it the night before. Then, he recognized your soft smile, which he was assuming to be your signature trait. And of course, and he couldn't help this, he definitely recognized the way that your jeans hugged your legs and waist. Then it dawned on him.

You were really here...at his game...standing directly in front of him.

"Hot chocolate?" He asked, mentally smacking himself in the face. He could have said anything, literally anything, like 'hey' or 'thanks for coming' but no...instead, he blurts out 'hot chocolate.'

He ignored Bailee's snicker as she moved towards Josh for a hug and only focused on you. He took notice of how his bumbled word caused you to blush and look down at your feet for only a second before you tucked a loose piece of hair behind your ear. It was beautiful in a simple way.

"Thank you, for the hot chocolate and cinnamon roll." You smiled, finally looking at him. "I mean, I didn't get to enjoy it because a certain five-year-old said it was hers...but I appreciate the gesture. Though I am wondering how you disappeared down the hallway so fast."

"Dude...did you ding dong ditch her apartment?" Josh asked, nudging him in the arm.

"What?" Boone scoffed, suddenly feeling really embarrassed at the gesture he hoped that none of the guys would ever find out about. "Bailee said you were on the phone and I didn't want to disrupt you–"

"So you ran...down the hallway and hid?" Josh laughed, clapping Boone on the shoulder. "Please further tell this story at drinks, please."

"Actually, I can't go." You chimed in, sighing as you hugged your jacket close to you. "I've got housework to do and other stuff I need to finish over the weekend."

Boone was disappointed, there was no doubt about that. When he saw you here with Bailee, he was excited about getting to know you more over a beer or two. See how you were when you were carefree and in a fun environment. Plus, it meant he didn't have to be third-wheel with Bailee and Josh. It was a quick glimpse at Bailee when he saw her nudge her head in your direction and smile.

It was his chance.

"Same here actually," he said, patting Josh on the shoulder. "I'm feeling a little tired and I think extra sleep will be a better destresser than two beers."

"You guys suck." Josh pouted, rolling his eyes before looking at Bailee. "At least you're still with me right?"

"To the end babe," Bailee smiled, kissing him before grabbing his hand and turning to you and Boone. "Y/N came with me in the uber though...Boone, can you drive her home?"

"Absolutely, I wouldn't mind at all." He smiled, catching a glimpse of you giving Bailee a look he couldn't make out.

"Perfect, let's go."

Bailee had planned this– there was no doubt about it. She probably knew that you had no intention of going to the bar with them after the game. And since she saw Boone at your apartment to make amends earlier in the day, she knew that the moment you said you weren't going...he wouldn't either.

She was a mastermind.

When the four of you reached the parking garage and waved Bailee and Josh goodbye, he helped you into his car before walking around and getting in on the drivers' side. As soon as he got into the car, he took notice of the comfortable silence that settled between the two of you, and even how it stayed comfortable the moment the music came through his radio speakers.

He didn't know who was going to break the silence first, you or him. He could start by saying sorry about last night, that would be a good way to get the conversation going. But he wasn't even sure if you wanted to talk to him. After all, you never agreed to have him take you home. Coming up to a stoplight just outside of the arena, he turned to you to say something, only to see you already looking at him.

"Do you want to go get a hot chocolate or something? Maybe talk a little bit?"

He was shocked and flattered at the same time. Normally it was him making the first move, besides the initial move often being a girl reaching out to him in a DM. He saw the uncertainty flash across your face and he realized that he had been too lost in thought that he hadn't replied yet.

"Yeah," he cleared his throat, smiling at you. "I'd like that. But only if we get one of those chocolate croissant things."

You laughed and he felt a flutter in his chest as the soft sound echoed through his ears. "Deal."

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inctlife · 5 years ago

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How do you reckon the Dreamies would have reacted when their wife told them they were going into labour?

i’m just going with first child cause that will be the most panic-strikening

renjun -

already written lol

jeno -

jeno was just chilling with the other 00 liners in the studio where they were recording and then jeno’s phone rang but shock !! he was in the booth !!

“should we tell him?” renjun asked, looking at your name.

“shhh,” the producer said, turning round to glare at the members.

jaemin just shrugged, going back to watching as jeno rapped. but the calling was relentless until the producer began to become annoyed.

“whose phone is that?”

“jeno��s,” renjun said.

“jeno your phone’s ringing.”

“who is it?”

“y/n,” haechan said.

“what?!” jeno exclaimed, rushing out the booth and answering the phone.

you were screaming and the boys were like !!!!!! and jeno’s all like “baby!!! what?!!?!?”

and ur all like “baby. that’s what. baby is coming nOW.”

and jeno’s like !!! “gotta go!” and fully forgot he cant drive but hahaha jaemin can, so guess who’s ass is being dragged back to yours and jeno’s apartment?? that’s right all of them

jaemin’s driving, renjun’s giving moral support and donghyuck’s just here bc you know, he’s done this before, he can give advice.

safe to say he’s a wreck but he’s not gonna tell u that

donghyuck -

y’all are at the hospital convenient, i know

so basically jaemin’s hurt his leg at practise and his wife has gone for a weekend away bc jaemin assured her he had everything under control.

yeah.

so you and donghyuck are there looking after areum and hanuel as jaemin’s being looked at.

jeno and jisung are there as well, but jeno’s with jaemin and jisung went off to get a drink and a snack for you bc ur nine months pregnant and always hungry duh

and then you’re just in lots of pain??? and it lowkey has been happening for the past couple of days???????? but you were like , oh well probably just carrying a big ass baby around you know

and you were lowkey distracted bc you were just looking as donghyuck distracted hanuel by playing with him, areum laughing and playing with them as well and then there was just water running down your leg and you were like, wait shit !!!!!!

“donghyuck,” you called, beckoning your boyfriend over, “um, i’m in labour.”

and he’s just like “w h a t”

and da da da da jisung comes !!!!! and donghyuck’s like, take these children, we’re having our own one!!! and just runs you to the maternity unit lol

jaemin -

you and jaemin were very young when areum was born lol so like all the hyungs were v E R Y concerned and were just constantly giving you advice and supporting you.

this is exactly what was happening :)

jaemin was just in the practise room with nct they were taking a break and his hyungs with children were just all talking to him like a lil nct with kids club :)))

and yuta’s all like, “how’re they doing??”

and jaemin’s just gushing about you two and how your pregnancy is going and all his hyungs and all like ◉‿◉ and then from across the room (where all the phones are) lucas is like “nana !!!!! y/n!!!!!!!”

and he throws his phone which gives everyone massive fucking anxiety and then jaemin answers it and is like “hello my sunshine!!”

and your like crying like “jaemin, it hurts, jaemin she hurts so much”

and jaemin’s like “a what now”

and your like “take me to the hospital i’m having a lot of contractions and i tried not to tell you but now i cant ignore it !!!!!!!!”

and jaemin’s like freaking the fuck out like running back and forth and the hyungs kinda gather whats going on and they’re all like “lets fucking go!!!!!!!”

and its just carnage tbh but jaemin is so fucking ready to meet his little girl

chenle -

“merry christmas!” jisung exclaimed, the dreamies piling into chenle’s house ,kids in toe.

“chenle rich,” donghyuck commented, looking round your’s and chenle’s massive house. thanks to chenle and chenle only

and all the kids are just running round and chenle’s like ‘yes!!! this is gonna be my life soon!!!! this is great!!!!!!’

and you’re just infatuated with sunmi cause she’s grown so much uwuwuwuwuwu

and it’s all going smoothly apart from those pains you keep getting and then jaemin’s like “let’s do presents!!”

and then the pain becomes unbearable and ur like “you guys start i just need to............... leave for a second.”

and you kinda go to the bathroom just to have your water break and ur like “wow shit this is great, merry christmas.”

and you walk back to the living room and chenle (whos sat on the arm of the sofa) wraps his arm around your waist and is like “you good?”

and your like “yep, my water just broke”

and he’s like “what!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

all the dreamies are like “??”

but the kids have just recieved presents so good luck getting them away but chenle’s like “this is the best present everㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ” and after that whole emotional bit is over jaemin drives you and chenle’s just super freakin excited the whole way

jisung -

“jaemin! jaemin! jaemin! jaemin!” the crowd chanted, the sneaky bugger was showing his abs again.

the boys were having a lil dreamie concert by lil i mean a lot bigger than their first bc sm finally woke up and realised how popular they are and it was all super big and exciting and jeno and jaemin were showing their abs and donghyuck was promising to do it when he grows up and it was just great! :D

and then .... dun dun dun......... a staff member runs on stage!!

the other members are like, “oh, he’s probably just broken his mic, or hurt himself”

but jisung, the man who’s being spoken to, is just as confused as the fans bc what who is this

“jisung, your wife’s just called, your mum’s taking her to the hospital right now,” the staff member said.

“what? why?” jisung asked.

“she’s in labour,” she said, before running off stage.

jisung’s eyes widened, “everyone!”

the fans and the boys all turned to him like ????

and he was just smiling, breathing heavily as he tried to figure out what was going on.

“everyone, i-i’m having a baby!” jisung exclaimed, “y/n’s in labour!”

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shcnley · 4 years ago

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╰ ✧ ZOEY DEUTCH. MUSE SEVEN. BISEXUAL. ❞ say hello to the s club’s very own SHANLEY EVANS! a TWENTY-THREE year old CISFEMALE that goes by SHE/HER pronouns. i heard they were voted MOST TALKATIVE in high school, which says a lot about them because they’re very VIVACIOUS and DEPENDABLE, but watch out for their IMPULSIVE and STUBBORN side as well. i hope they’re ready to take a break from being a TEACHER and finally get this summer started!

hiiii friendssss, i’m gigi!!! and here’s my lil french fry lovin’ bb, shanley. sooo excited to plot w/ you allllll <333

B A S I C S

full name: shanley nicole evans gender: cisfemale pronouns: she/her sexuality: bisexual age: 23 years old birthday: january 27th 1997 birthplace: NYC currently living: chicago, il relationship status: single zodiac: aquarius sun, virgo moon, leo rising occupation: teacher ( 1st grade )

I N S P O

characters: jessica day ( new girl ), lorelai gilmore ( gilmore girls ), harper ( set it up ), summer roberts ( the o.c. ), alexis rose ( schitt’s creek ), & amy march ( little women ). music: click this sentence for playlist !! pinterest: click this sentence for pinterest !!

B A C K G R O U N D

kso, i’m going to be honest. shanley had an extremely normal and happy childhood. her parents met in high school, fell in love and were married after graduating college. her father ( theodore evans / think sandy cohen from the oc ) is an executive vice president of an insurance company while her mother ( clara evans / think kristina braverman from parenthood ) is a stay-at-home mom. born and raised in new york city. she has an older sister ( haddie evans / think prue halliwell from charmed ) who is three years older, she has an extremely close relationship with her. shanley is obsessed with family, tbh. she tells them just about everything. they had dinner together every night and talk about their days, have inside jokes, go on family vacations every summer ( before sclub summers ). overall, her parents are very loving and supportive, wanting only the best for their daughters. in high school, shanley was convinced she wasn’t like other girls *pUkeS*. she was very outgoing. like she literally made friends with anyone and everyone. a friendly face; probably the student who showed the new students around. it was rare to see shanley upset or rude to anyone unless she was defending someone. she had good grades (our shanny was v advanced), kind of a teacher’s pet but like still got her seat moved or sent to the hallway because she wouldn’t stop talking. i almost made her superlative most likely to say something stupid because like that’s her too. she was on the yearbook committee, played volleyball, and was a part of the student government. if she wasn’t at school or home, you would most likely find her with arlo, which whew. a story there. when it came to the sclub, she spent whatever free time she had left with them. encouraging all the trouble; shanley will do ANYTHING you tell her to and probably doesn’t think about it. don’t give her dumbass a dare because she will do it. sorry , i forgot what i was going to say; let’s change topics. NO i remembered, lets carry on. she’s always up for a good time. don’t hesitate to invite shan...even if you don invite her...she’ll invite herself SO. fast forward to college, shanley was accepted to loyola university and moved to chicago. how excite!!!! kso she always knew she wanted to go away for school yanno be miss independent thats why they love her BUT college life wasn’t easy, not in the beginning at least. she was going through a breakup and lost herself for a while. became cold and detached; honestly after the break up her routine was to go to class then back to her dorm, study, cry and repeat. she was only friends with her roommates till finally they forced her to go out and deal with her heartbreak the “””normal””” college way aka getting stupid drunk. *tiktok vc* it izz what it izz. joined a sorority then dropped it because it was too culty for her. she got a part time job at insomnia cookies. slowly became high school shanley again. her spirits were especially lifted when she began student teaching. the kids made her so happy. they also proved to her that teaching was what she was meant to do. next thing ya know, four years are up and our girl has a degree in elementary education. no one probably asked but her love life !!! like mentioned earlier shanley is single. she was convinced she was going to end up marrying arlo, maybe not right after high school like people assumed but eventually. they just connected on another level so when he ended things after their first year of college, shan was crushed. but if you’re curious, she's still got the hots for arlo. are we surprised tho? no? exactly. thanks for reading, pals. dsjkn okay i’ll add more. fine. so she hooks up with people and goes on dates but no one sticks. she doesn’t want them to stick either. she knows she had that like one great love and doubts she’ll ever feel it again so she just prefers to be on her own. she don’t need no man !!!!!!!! except for one...but mind ur business. so like what is shanley nicole evans up to now? well, her original plan was to move back home once she had graduated. but she was offered a teaching position in chicago and gladly accepted it. she figured since she loved living in chicago so much and it was at the school where she completed her student teaching; it all felt right for her to stay there. this was a fresh start for her. and she got it!! ya girl moved into a beautiful ( expensive ) apt near lake shore drive, started her own tiktok account where she randomly went viral and fell in love with all her students who she calls her kiddy beans!!

E X T R A !!

has 4 tattoos: portrait of her dog, on her left calf // why? again obsessed w/ her dog aquarius symbol, on her right outer elbow side // zodiac hoe. Is v proud coffee mug, on her right wrist side // her first tattoo. couldnt think of anything else. honey bee, back of her arm above elbow // got really drunk, heard a song, thought of arlo, ended up at a shop with friends as a joke and woke up the next morning with it. 8 piercings: 3 each lobe. Industrial ( left ). tragus ( right ). sings when she talks sometimes most of the time speaks in really bad accents; new jersey being her fav is always in a dress...look at her pinterest...all she has is dresses. she likes to show off her legs ok. obsessed with animals ( if she’s not paying attention, its bc she’s thinking about her dog and/or bunnies ), coffee, and junk food. a jonas brothers stan, nick is her favorite brother. shelf is her favorite song. cries whenever she hears when you look me in the eyes ( she sang it to arlo when he took her to their concert ). has a big following on tiktok. on the teacher side. she posts her ootd and weird shit her students have said. sometimes even reenacts scenes from new girl. a reality tv show about birds she sees. its quite entertaining. potatoes and pasta are her favorite foods. grew up making fairy gardens has a concentration face dances for no and every reason.especially if she’s excited or beat someone in something. rambles way too much, forgets what she’s talking about mid sentence, attention span of a fruit fly. she has a hammock named bartholomew and she chills on it when she’s sad...so most of this trip. :-)))

welcome 2 the end; gimme all ur plots. i wanna plot with you all. i am down for everything and anything.

#schq:intro #<33333 #theres more i want 2 add but i wanna get this out already fjdsjk #i added more tingz jkfs

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meg-black · 5 years ago

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A choice between good and easy (Mysterio x fem!Reader)

(The title is not the best but couldn’t wait to post it so…)

Feel free to tell me if you've liked it and what could be improved! Don't forget to reblog if you've enjoyed it, it would mean the world to me!

Wordcount: 5,073

Warnings: mild swearing, implied smut (kinda?), angst (?) Don't really know tbh), otherwise just fluff bc I’m a sucker for it.

Reader is implied to be asexual.

You were making your way through the lab, trying not to bump into anyone. The place was buzzing, and now was not the time to trip and scatter your papers all over the place. You had followed your dad, who was a SHIELD agent, in Prague, to run some tests there. You weren't actually working for SHIELD yourself, but you decided helping your dad was the best thing to do. It had only been eight months since Thanos was defeated, so the world was still a bit hectic. That, plus the new threat of element monsters wrecking havoc. You had seen it on TV. A giant water monster in Italy. He had been stopped by an unknown hero, nicknamed Mysterio. As if you really needed that now... Another world wide threat. You knocked on the door of your father's office, and made your way inside. He wasn't there. You sighed, thinking about how you were gonna need to run around the place, again. That is, until you found a small piece of paper on his desk. He had been called by Fury, and was in the basement. Which was on the other side of the building. Sighing again, you made your way to it, almost bumping into someone carrying test tubes containing a weird substance. She glared at you as you apologized, and continued walking. You soon found yourself in the basement, and you saw your dad.

'Dad, I have the papers you asked for!'

By the look on his face, he was having a rather serious conversation with Fury, but when he heard you, he stopped and gave you a huge smile. He would've given you a hug too, if you two had been alone.

'Amazing, thank you.'

As you smiled back at him, you felt someone watching you. You turned around, and were met with a man wearing what looked like a superhero suit. And right behind him was...

'Spider-Man?'

'Yeah that's me', he said nervously. 'You can call me Peter by the way.'

'It's so nice to finally meet you! I'm Y/N! I'm really sorry for your loss. From what I understood, Iron Man was important to you.'

'Yeah he was...' he said, smiling sadly.

'Miss Y/L/N', said Fury, 'this is a rather important conversation so if you could...'

'Sir please', interrupted your father. 'Y/N has been helping us a lot these past weeks, and she already knows about what happened in Italy. I think she should stay.'

'Only if she can help us', said the mysterious man.

You widened your eyes. You had finally recognized him.

'You're Mysterio! Thank you for stepping up in Italy, you saved a lot of people there.'

'And I hope I can do the same here.'

'Here? Is there one of them here?'

'Unfortunaly. We need to stop it before it destroys the Earth.'

Great, you thought. Another apocalypse.

There was a beautiful sunset when you got out of the lab. It was still pretty hot out there, so you had decided to take a well-deserved break to read a bit. Sitting on a nearby bench, you took your book out. You had only been reading for about five minutes when a shadow prevented you from seeing the words on the page. You looked up, seeing Mysterio studying you.

'You seem a bit young to be working here', he said abruptly.

You scoffed, causing him to raise an eyebrow.

'And since when is age a symbol of capability?'

'That's not what I meant', he argued, softer this time. 'Why would you risk your life like that when you're so young?'

'I don't really work here actually. I'm just helping out my dad when I'm not at uni.' You paused, swatting a fly passing by. 'But I like being here. After everything that happened recently, it's nice to spend time with my dad. The risks don't really matter.'

'That's what I thought too. Before the elementals destroyed my world.'

'So it's true uh? You're from Earth, but not this one?'

'Yeah', he said, sitting next to you while fidgetting with the golden band on his finger. You hadn't noticed it earlier. 'It cost me my family.'

'I'm sorry to hear that', you whispered, putting your hand on top of his own. 'I can't imagine how hard it must be to go through it all over again.'

'This Earth won't fall. I promise.'

There was so much sincerity in his eyes that you felt your heart swell.

'I don't see how it could fall. We have a kick ass team after all.'

After that evening, you and Mysterio (you had learnt his name was Quentin), spent a lot of time together. You were trying to help as much as you could, but you also wanted to learn about his Earth. How similar was it to this one? How different? You nearly had had a heart attack when he had told you that on his Earth, there was pineapple in burgers. Upon seeing your disgusted face, he had laughed, saying he was just joking.

'We did have pickle and pineapple pizza though', he had added.

You had spit the water you had just been drinking, which had only made Quentin laugh harder.

As you watched him talk with Fury and Peter about how they should attack the fire elemental, you thought that you were lucky enough to see this other side of him. Not the serious soldier preparing for battle, but the funny, kind and caring man. Sure, Peter was seeing a bit of this side too, but Quentin was acting more like a father figure than a friend. And you couldn't help but think that with you, it was different. You hoped it was different. You didn't want him to see you as his daughter. Because you certainly didn't see him as a father figure. You had tried to ignore how your heart was racing everytime he looked at you – you had more important things to focus on. But it was getting harder and harder to do so. Not that it was your fault. It was like he knew what you were feeling, and he played with it like a dog would with a toy. Just as you were thinking that, he looked at you, his gaze fixed on your eyes. You swore you could have seen him bite his lower lip, but it was so brief you might as well have imagined it. You gulped, but you didn't lower your gaze. If this was some kind of staring contest, you'd make sure to win. He was the one to break the eye contact, thanks to Fury, who was still talking to him. That caused you to smirk. If he really wanted to play that game, he'd find you were quite a worthy opponant.

Later that day, as you were walking to your father's office to eat lunch with him, you saw Quentin again. He was alone his time, and he smirked as he looked at you.

'What was that earlier?' he asked, a mischievous gleam in his eyes.

'I don't know what you're talking about', you said innocently.

'Don't you now?' he raised an eyebrow, coming closer to you.

He grabbed your arm and ran his thumb over it, sending shivers down your spine. You blushed and got out of his grasp.

'I need to go', you whispered. 'My dad's waiting for me.'

You turned around and walked away, your footsteps and heartbeat faster than usual. He was good at this. Too good. You really needed to focus on something else. Whatever you do, don't think about his eyes, you thought. Or his lips. Or him in general.

As it turned out, not thinking about him was harder than you'd wished. You were involved more than ever with the SHIELD, and with Quentin, as the fire elemental's presence felt more and more dangerous. Everyone knew it was a matter of days before the battle. Or hours, as you learnt when you woke up this morning. Though 'got woken up by a loud bang at your door' was more accurate. It was your dad, and you didn't need to ask any questions to know what it was about. You followed him in the basement, where Fury, Quentin, Peter and several other people were going through datas. Still groggy, you managed to understand that the elemental's activity had increased, to the point where they'd been able to determine where and when it would strike. Where being at the carnival and when being tonight. Peter was worried, since his classmates were there, but Fury told him he would put something together so they would be safe. When you found out that something was an opera concert, you couldn't help but laugh. Imagining a bunch of teenagers dying of boredom while classic music was playing in the background was just hilarious.

It was a lot less hilarious when the fire elemental struck. Peter and Quentin both had earpieces which allowed them to communicate with each other, as well as with Fury. You stayed in the basement, your father at your side, as you waited anxiously for any news. Only good ones you hoped. But because nothing ever went the way you wanted, things got worse. The fire elemental got bigger and bigger, as he absorbed more and more metal. You bit your nails, something you hadn't done in years.

'They're gonna be okay', your dad assured you.

It didn't make you feel any better. It had been a while since you had heard from any of them. You feared the worst had happened. But then you heard Peter. They had defeated the monster, but needed help to control the remaining chaos. You started following Fury and your dad, but he stopped you.

'Sorry sweetie, but you're not coming.'

You huffed.

'I'm sorry? I'm a part of this, of course I'm coming!'

'I know you worry about him but we don't -'

'Dad, I love you, but you won't make me change my mind.'

He sighed, but let you come. You followed the small group, heart racing. He had noticed. Shit, you thought.

When you arrived at the carnival, you realised that chaos was an understatement. Everything was destroyed, flames were still raging here and there... You spoted Peter, who looked fine. Unlike Quentin, who was still on the floor. You ran towards him. He was still breathing, but had gotten roughed up pretty bad.

'You've looked better', you whispered, a small laugh escaping your lips as you felt tears prick at your eyes.

'No shit.' He tried to chuckle, but it sounded more like a cough.

'You okay? Do you think you can stand?'

He nodded and you helped him up. You offered to patch him up, but he refused, stating that it was a minor injury.

'I need a drink though.'

You reluctantly watched him leave with Peter, and helped the agents clean up the place. That man will be the death of me.

Quentin and Peter had been invited to a convention in Berlin by Fury. Quentin had accepted, but not Peter. That's the first thing your father said to you the next morning. Right after, he told you you were also going in Berlin, and you didn't miss his innuendo. Blushing furiously, you shook your head, telling him it wasn't like that.

'I know sweetie, I know. Can't blame a father for teasing his daughter though.'

He winked, stroking your hair.

Since you were leaving the following day, you went back to your room to pack your stuff. Looking at all the clothes in your closet, you sighed. You always had the tendency to pack way too much stuff. Putting some music on your phone to give you strength, you took out all your clothes. It took you the entire afternoon, but finally, you were done packing. Looking proudly around, your blood ran cold when you saw a giant spider next to your desk. You screamed, and got up on your bed. You could manage small spiders, but this one... The door flung open, and Quentin came in, a distressed look on his face.

'What's happening?!'

You pointed your finger at the hairy beast. You thought he was going to make fun of you, but he didn't say anything. He approached the spider, gently took it in his hand (you were disgusted, but still wished you could be the spider at that moment), and opened the window. He put it outside, and closed the window.

'And the damsel in distress is saved', he teased.

'I'm not a damsel in distress', you argued.

He rolled his eyes.

'Whatever you say.'

'Not all of us can be badass superheroes all the time you know?'

'Indeed', he said, raising an eyebrow.

You threw your pillow at him, which hit him in the face. He looked at you, shocked, and you stuck out your tongue at him.

'That's how you reward me for saving your life?'

'You were being an ass', you replied, shrugging.

'Need help climbing down your bed as well?' he smirked.

You threw your other pillow at him, but he caught it this time.

'See? That's what I'm talking about', you exclaimed. 'You're so... infuriating!'

'So that's why you keep staring at me then? Because I'm so “infuriating”?'

'Exactly!'

Half angry, half amused, you went up to him, and put your hands on his torso, pushing him towards the door.

'Now get out!' you said, almost laughing.

He threw up in hands in surrender and winked at you, before leaving your room. You closed the door and shook your head. I'm so screwed.

The airport was buzzing with people. You were taking a SHIELD private jet, but your lab was too small to receive a plane, so you needed to take off at the capital's airport. You had made it past security and were currently waiting for the boarding to begin. Quentin was nowhere to be seen. Not wanting him to miss the flight, you decided to go looking for him. You told your father you needed to use the restroom, which wasn't a lie, because you really did. You just didn't want him to know your real purpose. You didn't need him to tease you more than he was already doing.

You didn't find Quentin on your way to the bathroom, but you didn't worry. He couldn't possibly have lost himself, could he? You were going back to the group when you got your answer. You heard a voice, which sounded exactly like Quentin's, coming from a nook in a wall to your right. You got closer, careful to not look suspicious. The man was talking to someone in a hushered voice.

'Everything is under control', you heard him say. 'The animations, the suit, everything was perfect. They all believed it. Get ready for the final phase. I have the glasses, but we'll need more drones. I want something bigger. Something worthy of the Avengers. The whole world is looking at me after all.'

You didn't want to believe what you had just heard. So it was all an act? Animations made thanks to drones? No, impossible. Maybe it wasn't Quentin. Just someone with the same voice. You leaned forward, trying to catch a glimpse of the man. Someone with the same face too apparently. So it was him. Your heart was racing, your mind going at full speed. Why was he doing this? Not only was he deceiving the SHIELD, he was deceiving the whole world! Your heart in your throat, you went back to the group.

'Is something wrong?' asked your dad, after seeing how upset you were.

'It's nothing... Just two girls in the toilets being obnoxiously loud about their sex experiences. I think I'm scarred for life.'

He chuckled, shaking his head. You offered him a small smile, and sat back next to him. You could've told him the truth. You should have. But you didn't want to. Not yet anyway. Not until you had tried to do something to stop this thing before it got out of control. You knew it was stupid, but you were trying to convince yourself it was the best solution. Quentin and you had grown quite close, so maybe you could make him change his mind. Or had your closeness been an act too? You sighed. You couldn't possibly confront him now, but you'd make sure to do so once you were in Berlin. Taking out your phone, you decided to use the remaining time before the flight to conduct some research on Quentin.

If you were already feeling nauseous, you realised your misery was not over when Quentin sat next to you in the plane. Sure, it was a private jet, so there weren't many seats, but really? Not wanting to talk to him, or even look at him, you turned on your laptop, plugged in your earphones, and put on a movie. You tried to act normal, but it was difficult to ignore his gaze going from you to the screen, like a neverending dance.

The flight seemed to last forever. When you arrived in Berlin, you were exhausted. Physically and emotionally. The trip to the hotel seemed even longer. Luckily you weren't in the same car as Quentin. You didn't want to face him now. You needed time to process everything and think about what you were going to say to him. However, you knew you couldn't wait for long.

Arriving at the hotel, you flung yourself on your bed, without unpacking. You stayed there for a good twenty minutes before you heard a knock on your door. Groaning, you went to open it, and found yourself face to face with Quentin. You sighed internally, but let him in.

'Are you okay?' he started.

'Yeah, why are you asking that?'

'Well, you've been ignoring me the entire flight.'

You gulped. Obviously he had noticed.

'Look, I know these past weeks have been exhausting for you. They've been for all of us. But now that the elementals are gone - '

'The elementals?' you snapped. 'Oh like the threat “worthy of the Avengers”? Cut the crap. I know none of it is real.'

His eyes widened for a split second, but then his expression changed completely. He no longer looked like the caring man you had grown to like. His face was twisted by anger, and he looked dangerous. Deadly even.

'How?' he almost growled.

'I overheard your conversation on the phone. At the airport.'

He sighed.

'And to think you were the least annoying out of all of them.'

He then pulled out a gun, small enough to fit under his t-shirt without it being seen. You immediately put your hands up.

'Woah, what are you doing?'

You tried to not panick. He wasn't really going to hurt you. Right?

'Can't let you run around and tell everyone my secret, can I?' he purred, sending chivers down your spine. It could've been a pleasant feeling, if only there wasn't a gun pressed to your forehead.

'Well... I haven't said anything so far so...'

The pression on your forehead lessened.

'Why?' he said, tucking his gun back in.

'Why?' You scoffed. 'Because I'm a silly girl who thinks she somehow can talk you out of this madness.'

You hadn't meant to be so honest, but you were so angry that the words had gotten out anyway. He too seemed surprised by your outburst.

'I won't let your cute face get in my way', he hissed.

'Get in your way?' you repeated, not registering the compliment. 'Oh you mean your vendetta against someone who's already dead?'

Seeing that he didn't respond, you continued.

'Yeah I know you worked for Tony Stark. I know my way around internet, and I found a bunch of infos on you. I get that you'd be pissed at him you know. But we've all had shitty bosses, and it hasn't turned us into psychos! And he's dead for fuck's sake! What are you trying to prove?'

'I want the world to listen to me', he said, his jaw clenched. 'I want to be THE Avenger, so they acknowledge me as a powerful being.'

'Okay... And has it never occurred to you that you could become that by I don't know, fighting actual threats? Instead of going through all the technical difficulties of creating one?'

His eyebrows were furrowed, like he seemed to really think about what you were saying.

'You're a genius, and your drones are amazing. I know that, because we all believed in the elementals. Can't you use that for the greater good? I mean I know the Avengers defeated Thanos, but it doesn't mean there won't be another threat. A real one this time, with real consequences. Consequences that you could prevent. You want to be the hero the world needs? Well you need to make a choice between what's good and what's easy. Because right now, you're doing complete shit and it's gonna get you killed.'

Quentin's eyes were fixed on you, and you could've sworn you saw a flicker of something going through them.

'And what if what I want right now is neither good nor easy?' he whispered.

'What?'

'It's not good because she's a lot younger than me, and it's not easy because she hates me.'

You blinked. You certainly weren't expecting that. This was completely off topic.

'I don't hate you', you whispered back. 'I wanted to when I found out the truth. But I can't. Because I know you're not evil. You can still get back on the right path.'

It was his turn to blink. He then scoffed.

'You really think I'm redeemable?'

'You'll find I have the tendency to see the best in people. You're not evil Quentin. You're a hurt man who doesn't know how to handle his resentment.'

You took his hands in yours, and he brought you close to his body. Your heart began to race, as his face got closer and closer. Just as you were about to close your eyes, there was a knock on the door. You both jerked away from each other, a blush creeping on your cheeks.

'Come in!' you said with a wavering voice.

The door opened, and you saw your dad, along with Nick Fury and Maria Hill.

'Mr Beck, we were looking for you', Fury said.

'Were you? I was just talking to Y/N about the elementals.'

'Well that's why we're here. Should we expect them to come back? Or are they gone for good?'

You looked at Quentin expectantly. What he was going to say next would change everything. For you at least.

'No. They won't come back. We're safe.'

You released your breath, relieved.

'Good. I think this calls for a celebration party', said you father. 'Care to join us Y/N?'

You looked at Quentin again. He was looking straight ahead, as if you hadn't almost kissed a minute ago.

'As long as there's food', you finally said, forcing a smile.

The party was great but you didn't really care. You were never one to drink a lot and big gatherings made you uncomfortable more than anything. You sighed, looking at your empty plate. You had already gone to the buffet twice, but there wasn't a lot you wanted to do besides eating. And staring at Quentin. You kept thinking about what he had said earlier, about what had almost happened, and his unfazed expression afterwards. Did he care for you as much as you wanted to? As much as you cared for him? You sighed, taking your head in your hands.

'Are you alright Y/N?'

You looked up to see your father looking at you, clearly concerned. You smiled weakly.

'Yeah, I'm just exhausted. Is it okay if I leave?'

'Of course sweetie.'

You smiled at him and bid him goodnight. As you made your way out of the hotel dining room, you didn't notice Quentin had gotten up as well, and was following you. It wasn't until you were in the corridor leading to the bedrooms that you heard someone else's footsteps. You started walking faster. Please don't be a drunk creep, don't be a drunk creep, don't be...

'Y/N!'

You stopped, heartbeat increasing. It was him. He caught up with you, and you prayed he wouldn't see the blush creeping up your cheeks.

'Sorry if I startled you. Do you mind if I walk you to your room?'

You opened your mouth, but nothing came out. You cleared your throat.

'No... it's fine.'

You started walking again, not saying a word to each other. While the silence was not awkward, it wasn't comfortable either. You soon (too soon? Not soon enough?) arrived at your door. You opened it, and headed inside.

'Want to come in for a bit?'

The words had gotten out on their own. You silently cursed yourself. He didn't say anything, but you saw him nod his head before following you. As soon as you closed the door, he pushed you gently against the wall.

'I do believe we got interrupted earlier', he said, his voice low and husky.

Your breath caught in your throat. Your cheeks grew hot, but you still found it in you to reply.

'No we weren't,' you said, trying to keep a serious look. But as Quentin's eyes grew wide, and a hurt look shone in them (or was it just the light?) you couldn't hold it. You smiled and then full on started laughing. Quentin seemed taken aback, confusion written over his beautiful face.

'That was a joke!' you exclaimed, still laughing.

Quentin shook his head, a smirk forming on his lips. He got closer, his breath fanning over your face.

'Wait!'

Quentin growled, clearly annoyed that he got interrupted, again.

'I just... I don't...'

Come on Y/N, you thought. It's now or never. You took a deep breath.

'Look. I don't know where this is gonna lead. I don't even know if you feel something for me. But I do. I... I really like you and I don't want anything to happen if you don't feel the same way. Or if you just want a one off thing or something not serious. Because I'm not into those things.'

He clenched his jaw, a stern look on his face. Of all the things he could've done next, what he did shocked you. He got away from you, and without a word, he left your room, closing the door loudly.

You sat on the floor, your back against the door. What the fuck just happened? In the worst case scenario, you had expected him to laugh at you. Certainly not to be angry. You had made a mistake. You had lost control of your emotions, and... No. You weren't the one who had tried to kiss him. Twice. Sure, you had been flirting. Or attempting to. You had shown him you cared about him. He had let you in, let you see a glimpse of the wonderful man he could be. What just happened was not your fault. You closed your eyes, feeling tears run down your cheeks. This wasn't your fault. After some time, you got up and decided the best thing to do was going to bed. Going after him wasn't an option. You'd see things clearer after a good night. As soon as you had decided that, someone knocked on your door. Sighing, you rubbed your eyes, trying to take off your ruined mascara. You opened the door, and didn't have time to say anything before you felt lips crashing on your own. Shocked, you tried to break free from the embrace, before you recognized the person's smell. There was only one person who wore this cologne.

'I'm sorry', Quentin said breathlessly, breaking the kiss. 'I shouldn't have reacted that way.'

'Well,' you said, trying to regain some kind of composure, 'this wasn't in my top 10 reactions, that's for sure.'

'You made a list?'

'Didn't have anything better to do.'

You both laughed at that. Realising you were still in his arms, you blushed. You got out of the embrace, running your hands up and down your arms.

'So... Does that mean you feel the same?'

You mentally face palmed yourself. Was it even allowed to be this awkward? Quentin looped an arm around your waist, his other hand resting on your cheek.

'Was that not a good enough answer?' he whispered.

'I suppose it was only average.'

'Only average? How rude.'

He kissed you again, softer this time. You melted into the kiss, your hands going up at the nape of his neck.

'No more lies', you whispered.

'The only lies I've told around you were about the elementals.'

'Is that so?'

'Even I couldn't lie to such a beautiful girl.'

'So smooth,' you mocked, grinning wide.

You yawned, and suddenly became aware of how late it was.

'Am I boring you?' he asked, looking falsely hurt.

'You could never. But it is getting late. And I've had quite an exhausting day.'

He broke out of your embrace, a soft smile gracing his lips.

'I'll see you tomorrow then.'

He kissed your cheek and went to the door. You followed him and grabbed his arm. He turned around, a questioning look in his eyes.

'I never said I wanted you to leave. My bed is big enough for two you know.'

You blushed, and he smirked. You playfully hit his arm.

'Not like that, you idiot.'

'I didn't say anything', he said, putting his hands up.

'As if you needed to!'

He laughed and you took his hand.

'Now, come to bed instead of saying stupid shit.'

'I told you I didn't say anything! You're the one imagining things!'

'I thought we agreed on not lying anymore', you teased, pulling him with you on your bed.

He shook his head and turned off the light, as you laid your head on his chest. He put his arm around your middle and kissed the top of your head.

'Sleep well love. We'll talk tomorrow about this “no lying rule”.'

You hummed in agreement, sighing as he caressed your side. Everything was going to be okay, you were sure of it. He proved he could get better. Be a good person. He just needed to be surrounded by the right people. There's hope for him, you thought. There's hope for us.

Aaaannnd that’s it folks! You made it to the end! I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I did writing it. You have no idea how much I’ve refrained myself from writing fanfics/imagines because of how much I feared it would be shit and ooc (hopefully this isn’t too much)

Let me know if you want a part 2 or something like that. Also I may write a Wanda x fem!Reader thingy soon (love her so much!). This will be an occasional thing though, so I’m not taking any requests (though if one of you has an idea they’d like me to write, I’ll try to if I’m feeling inspired/like the idea. Not gonna have a schedule though)

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in-tua-deep · 6 years ago

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me n a friend have been talking abt how to make a happy au where everything works out for the best and tbh my proposal is: that last time five time travels he doesnt make it to the apocalypse, he jumps right into reginalds funeral and just the fact that their annoying rebellious preteen brother who needs people to look after him is there, they collectively pull their heads out their asses and the apocalypse doesnt happen thru the power of sibling love (+being made more responsible), ur thoughts?

OOH curious, an au where Five travels straight from when he was thirteen to his dad’s funeral?

Five absolutely doesn’t believe that Dad is dead or that his siblings are his siblings until they PROVE it and then he basically is like what the fuCK luther you’re HUGE and allison your hair!! klaus you got so tall!! why is everyone except vanya tall as fuck!!

“Hey where’s Ben?” Five asks, all excited and wide-eyed and the rest of the squad is like surprisedpikachu.jpg

When he finds out that Ben is dead he tries to travel back in time to prevent it and that’s when he comes to the realization that moving forwards in time is a whole different kettle of fish than moving backwards in time which sparks its own little breakdown because until that moment he was treating this as sort of a fun vacation with his cool older siblings and didn’t realize that he was stuck there

So the whole squad gets to find out via breakdown that Five hadn’t really meant to run away and was always intending on going back to them and that he just got stuck

Five calls them out on their bullshit regarding Vanya because he literally just came from a time where Vanya used to sneak into his room in tears after Reginald called her useless and ordinary for the nth time so maybe he’s a little protective and he’s just like “holy shit dad is DEAD and y’all are STILL spouting his same bullshit regarding Vanya”

Diego, who hates the fact that he was just compared to Reginald, decides to be a contrary bastard and immediately start treating Vanya nicer because honestly sometimes spite is the best motivator

Seriously how do the siblings not cotton onto the fact that their brother who sees the dead can see their very dead brother?? whatever, Five is from a time where Klaus was just doing weed and not heavy drugs so as soon as he finds out Ben is dead and after he has his subsequent breakdown he turns to Klaus like “hey hey ask Ben where the fuck he put my book on interdimensional theory I need it for reasons” and Klaus is so surprised he just automatically relays the information and then the rest of the family are like “what” as Five jumps to go retrieve it

Five is still conditioned by Reginald to like. Be a good little child soldier. And I’m gonna say the running out wasn’t a common occurrence, so instead Five gets to bug his siblings to take him places because also he’s thirteen and can’t drive

“Dad is DEAD” five says, wide eyed with possibilities, “holy shit. Is griddy’s still open? can we go to griddy’s? in DAYLIGHT? without sneaking out? holy SHIT”

in the face of this excitement over something as small and simple as being able to go to a diner when he wants, it’s not like they can say NO. even luther wavers because honestly griddy’s is a nostalgia trip and a half and he’s been on the moon for four years and… dad’s dead it can wait for like, an hour right?

The commission is like “hmm. fuck. better send some people to get the timeline back on track” except now it’s the whole squad who deal with the Griddy’s Assassin situation and Five helps because this is what’s he trained to do!! taking down armed gunmen! look at them doing their job as a family

meanwhile the others are freaking out internally because five is a BABY and he’s in DANGER also looking back they were ALL BABIES WHAT THE FUCK DAD and five is just smiling while warping around bashing people on the head with diner mugs

Klaus and Vanya are ducked under a table bonding about not being super helpful in fights and Klaus is like “tbh idk why dad let me go on missions and not you like i remember when you got allison to teach you that highkick p sure you’d be more useful than me” and vanya is touched

they don’t come out unscathed and Five is bleeding and everyone is freaking out over it and five is just like “dude i’ve had worse lmao like literally dad has given me worse than this” and everyone is reminded that their dad was a dick and even luther finds his faith shaken because five is so little and he doesn’t remember them being that little,,,

they still make Five get patched up when they get back home as they try to figure out Hey What The Fuck Was That and five is literally getting stitches and he’s still excitedly asking them questions about their lives

and he’s thirteen and so sheltered i cry so he’s very impressed by like, everything

“we should watch some of allison’s movies!! we can watch movies together now, right?? i mean even dad would let us watch a movie if it had one of us in it surely! i want to see!” “!! Luther you went to the MOON? what was it like? were there aliens? did you see the flag? did you bring back moonrocks? can I have one?” “klaus your skirt!! i know dad never let you wear the stuff you wanted and now you just can! you can wear whatever you want! that’s so cool. can i do that? can i wear whatever i want? klaus klaus can you paint my nails? can ben pick out the color?” “vanya you’re in an orchestra!!! and you have a concert! that’s soo cool! does it matter that you aren’t first chair? you’re in an ORCHESTRA. i knew you were gonna be great with the violin!! can we go to your concert?? please? how much are the tickets? I probably still have my piggy bank in my room if no one’s touched it”

(Klaus touched it. Klaus 100% stole that money a long time ago. Allison cuts in and decides that as the wealthiest sibling and the currently most maternal and she is just melting at all this she will buy the whole family tickets to Vanya’s concert and they’re all going to attend as a FAMILY even if she has to drag everyone there by the ear)

everyone is immediately like “i am going to give this child the world and do all the things that we never got to do as children holy shit also now that i’m more distant from the events i never realized just how little autonomy we had and the fact that Five is so excited about being able to wear non-uniform clothes is a little depressing”

luther out here like “but,,, but the murder mystery”

and they all consider that and think that hmm. maybe those mystery griddy gunmen actually had something to do with dad’s death? okay okay, maybe just maybe luther isn’t being an idiot about this

if you think thirteen year old five doesn’t JUMP at the chance to be a part of uncovering a murder mystery you are incorrect and the siblings are immediately like “hmm. five has already gotten hurt. he is child. we should be,,, protective.”

vanya goes back to her apartment and still meets leonard peabody sorry guys but it’s kind of her job and i don’t want to take that away from her

she does still end up going to leonard’s house except five gets really bored of being smother by the rest of the squad (and they’re all WEIRD about the oddest of topics it’s stupid) so he goes off to find her and ends up ALSO at leonard’s house except he find reggie’s notebook and is like “hey i recognize this!! this is dad’s! i saw him writing in it yesterday!” and instead of letting anyone know he just kind of stuffs it up his shirt and steals it (it’s not stealing if it belongs to dad) and bugs Vanya into going home with him

he looks at the journal (he was always too curious for his own good that’s what got him into this situation) and so he reads about vanya’s powers

and immediately busts into the kitchen for family dinner like “GUYS HOLY SHIT”

and so that’s how the family finds out vanya has powers, it’s a big revelation, five is super enthusiastic because now vanya can come on missions with them suck it dad!! because he 100% isn’t aware yet they don’t still go on missions together and five is already like “we gotta train this!!”

idk pogo probably comes by and reveals the whole nanny situation and allison makes that reveal and vanya is fucking DISTRESSED and tries to leave but five latches onto her wrist and is like “vanya’s never been ordinary a day in her life!! have you heard her play the violin!! your rumor didn’t even work!” which is v touching to vanya and calms her down at least to continue the convo

luther is like “clearly she’s on the meds bc she’s dangerous so we can just continue those it’s fine” because it’s not like she’s hurt someone he cares about in this timeline tbh

allison meanwhile is trying to be a better sister in general so she counters back with “she was FOUR she didn’t understand the concept of death, now that she’s older and past the toddler tantrum phase i think it would be fine for her to actually learn about her powers”

but it’s klaus who’s like “hey, maybe we should ask vanya what she wants??”

and vanya is like,, i want to know. it wasn’t nice feeling like a burden back during the diner shootout, and i think i’d like to maybe try and explore this - and if it’s too much then there are always the pills (bc at this point vanya is still on those and doesn’t realize they inhibit her emotions, when she does she ends up not wanting to go back on them)

vanya gets the love and support she needs!! luther gets some validation for his dad was murdered theory bc the squad investigates with him and they find out about reggie faking his murder a lot earlier! allison doesn’t get her throat cut! klaus gets the love and support HE needs!! and decides (with ben’s input) that he needs to at least attempt to be a good role model bc five has already asked him if the drugs are more important than family when klaus tried to duck out of an allison movie night! diego gets to leak his protective instincts all over five and also take out his anger issues on the commission agents being sent after them! five gets to have an actual childhood even if he does chafe sometimes at his siblings being weird and protective!

literally the apocalypse is ended by five gasping and saying “WAIT can we go to the ZOO?” and making them all go on family trips together where everyone is included because!! they’re his siblings! he wants everyone to be there! he’s gonna see a lion motherfuckers! in person!

also a lot of the things five thinks of are things the siblings just,, never had time for. so it’s a first experience for a lot of them, and so no one really has a good reason to say no?? because they kind of want to go, too?

five, literally vibrating in excitement: i want to go on a roller coaster

like i know you said about preteen rebellion but look he’s come out into a world where his dad is dead and so there’s the potential to do ALL the things he’s always wanted to do but knew dad would never let him like holy shit!! family laser tag! paintball! let’s take a roadtrip to the beach guys i’ve never seen the ocean!! let’s go ice skating! go on a ferris wheel! eat ice cream on the couch! throw popcorn at the tv! lets blast abba songs through the house and make a blanket fort!!!

like it’s gonna take a while to get through the exhausting excitement of “LOOK AT ALL THESE FORMERLY FORBIDDEN THINGS I CAN TRY”

and just throughout this they’re dispatching commission agents and fighting hazel and cha-cha and trying to figure out what the fuck is going on with that as well as teaching vanya how to control her powers which everyone is trying to help out with and also dealing with five literally bouncing off the walls one half of the time and the other half of the time being passed out somewhere due to running out of energy

“klaus i want to get a puppy” “we are absolutely doing that, no ben we don’t need to consult anyone else about this” “i’m gonna name him mr. pennycrumb” “you do that buddy why the fuck not”

but yes. what an absolutely blessed and happy au. i love u and tell ur friend that i love them, too

prevent the apocalypse through the power of reconnecting with your inner child and dragging your family along behind you

#ask me #bpdfive #happy au #this was such a cute ask/au idea #thank u very much for sharing #i probably got a little bit carried away but like #i remember me at 13 #i wanted to do fucking EVERYTHING #my school actually did a disney trip the summer before we started highschool #if u think my ass wasn't running around going crazy with a bunch of other little shits u are wrong #we had like no supervision we went bonkers #they literally just took us to the parks and then unleashed us saying 'come back at this time'#so yeah #five realizing there's no parental supervision and wanting to go HAM #maybe he should be sadder about reggie or whatever but also fuck that #he still has his reggie related trauma but #he's too excited #they can deal with that later #tua #the umbrella academy #five hargreeves #number five #luther hargreeves #diego hargreeves #allison hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #ben hargreeves #vanya hargreeves #instant arrival au

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marvxlousqueen · 5 years ago

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Warren Worthington- Look Alike

word count: 1.2K

warnings: cussing, bad writing tbh, whoopsies

A/N: requested by @capan-devereaux “Can you do something like your dating Warren and you get to meet Queen and someone makes a comment about how Warren looks similar to Roger”

this is all over the place i’m so sorry oof i wanted to write this bc it sounded cute but this is lowkey trash!! anyways, hope someone enjoys this bc i really did try lmao

[July 27th, 1982.] 9:17 pm.

“You got tickets to WHAT?”

Jubilee was jumping up and down, still standing outside (Y/n) and Jean’s room. “Queen!! Peter got tickets! Can you believe it?!?! Madison Square Garden!”

Jean rolled out of bed, “When is it? How many tickets?”

“Tomorrow night!! And Peter said enough for all of us!!”

(Y/n) grabbed Jubilee’s shoulders, “Calm down! Calm. Down.”

She stopped jumping, trying to catch her breath. “Sorry! Oh my god, I can’t- I can’t breath- I’m so excited! Are you guys excited??”

“Yes, of course I’m super excited, but we can’t go if you faint from excitement- so calm down!”

Jubilee nodded, leaning against the door for support. “I feel like I might explode, I mean- I’m going to get to see Brian May in person!”

(Y/n) nodded, “I know, I know.” She patted Jubilee’s arm, trying to slow her own breathing as well. “Do you think there’s a way to get backstage passes?”

Jubilee flung herself to the floor, “If I meet Brian, I might actually die.”

If I meet Roger Taylor, I know I’ll die, (Y/n) thought to herself.

(Y/n) grabbed her shoes, slipping them on. “Jean- will you take care of her? I’m going to go see Peter- figure out if we can get backstage.”

(Y/n) sped down to Peter and Warren’s dorm, leaving Jubilee on the floor. She knocked quickly, bouncing on her toes. The door opened to show Warren, messy hair and wrinkled shirt making him look so soft.

“Hey babe, sorry- just woke up.” He leaned against the door, yawning.

“Hey! Is Peter here? I need him.”

“What? Why?”

“Queen!” (Y/n) pushed herself passed Warren, looking for Peter.

“Huh?” His head was still sleep-heavy, making things difficult to understand.

“Queen, the band. Peter got tickets!”

Warren rolled his eyes. “Bullshit. Those are crazy expensive and crazy hard to get.”

Peter walked out from the bathroom, drying his hair with a towel. “What’s crazy expensive?”

“Queen tickets. You told the girls you bought some?” Warren laid back down on his bed, running a hand through his curls.

“Woah, woah, woah- I never said bought.”

“Wait,” (Y/n) groaned, “You didn’t get tickets? Then why did Jubilee say-”

“I told Jubilee that I could get us into the concert. I didn’t say anything about tickets, though.”

(Y/n) sat down next to Warren, patting his back as he tried to go back to sleep. “How would we get in without tickets?”

Peter laughed, “Superspeed, dipshit. We’ll sneak in. It’s easy- I do it all the time.”

“Peter, no! That’s stealing.”

“(Y/n),” he sighed, “don’t you want to go to a real concert? Meet the band?”

“Fuck- yes, of course I do.”

[...]

“Where’s Kurt? He’s supposed to bamf us in there once Peter runs us all there.”

Jubilee adjusted her belt. “He’ll be here, don’t worry.”

Scott walked in behind Jean, followed by Peter.

(Y/n) looked over them, “Where’s Warren? He’s coming, right?”

Peter shrugged, busy deepthroating a twinkie.

(Y/n) made her way down to Warren’s room, knocking quietly.

“Come in.”

She cracked the door to see Warren buttoning his shirt in front of the mirror.

“Hey, babe.”

“Hey- cute shirt.”

Warren looked himself in the mirror. “Thanks, wanted to impress you.”

(Y/n) laughed, sitting on his bed. “That’s cute, but you don’t need to impress me.”

Warren shrugged his shoulders, “Yeah I do. This- us- we’re still fresh and new. And I know how much you love this band and how crazy you are about all the members, I don’t want to look shitty compared to them.”

“Warren,” (Y/n) stood up, pulling him into a hug, “you never look shitty. But you’re right, I am crazy about them, so hustle up or else we’re going to be late!”

Warren laughed, pressing his lips against hers. “Let’s go.”

[...]

Kurt had just bamfed (Y/n), Warren, Peter, Jean, Scott, and Jubilee into the concert venue. Peter had made sure to grab some shirts they were selling on the way in.

The concert had opened with ‘Flash’. After a couple songs and an epic guitar solo from Brian (which had Jubilee screaming), Warren had pulled (Y/n) up onto to his back, helping her see the stage better.

The concert had flown by, ending with an encore of ‘We are the Champions.’

“Holy fuck!! I’ve never- that was- holy fuck!”

Warren put (Y/n) down, still able to feel the ground shake.

“That was awesome, right Warren?! Holy FUCK!”

He nodded, slinging his arm over her shoulder. “I know, pretty good! Loud.”

“Hey,” Peter poked (Y/n)’s shoulder, shouting in her ear, “You want to get backstage?”

“What?! How??”

“Superspeed, dipshit!”

(Y/n) screamed, jumping up and down. “FUCK yes!!”

(Y/n) grabbed on to Peter, grabbing Warren with her other hand. Jubilee took Peter’s other arm.

“Okay, promise not to get whiplash.”

Peter took off, rushing through the crowd towards the stage, grabbing backstage passes from people along the way. “Sucks to suck.”

Peter landed backstage, right in front of a big security man.

“Stop, passes?”

“Shit-”

“I got ‘em.” Peter pulled four passes from his pocket. “Here.”

The man waved them through towards the back. They came into a small living room area, only filled with a couple couches and a fridge.

“Holy SHIT- sorry- fuck! Sorry-”

(Y/n) turned around to where Jubilee was looking. Brian May, the Brian May, was sitting on a chair, drinking water.

“Hello- you’re fine. Water? Want any water? We have bottles- in the fridge.”

Jubilee nodded, “Sure, sure, yeah. Totally.” Her eyes looked glazed over as Brian handed her a bottle of water.

(Y/n) poked her shoulder. “Jubilee- act normal.”

“Oh shut up, (Y/n)- if this was Roger, you’d be dying right now too.”

“I can get Roger, if you want?” Brian moved towards the back door, “Rog! There’s a girl-”

“Girl?” He appeared in an instant. “Hello, love.”

“H-hey, hello,” (Y/n) stumbled out.

“You look lovely-”

“And you look EXACTLY like Warren- how has no one noticed this?”

“Peter, don’t interrupt!”

“No, come on!,” He laughed, “they look so similar! I never realized- what the fuck? Wow.”

“He’s right, wow!” Jubilee moved to stare at Roger. “Yeah, yeah, I see it! Damn Warren, you’re like way hotter now that I see that.”

“Oh shut up, he’s always been hot.”

“Thanks, babe.”

“Babe? Oh, babe- alright, nice meeting you, love- I need to change.” Roger grabbed a beer before heading towards his dressing room.

“Oh- okay-”

“Don’t worry about him,” Brian assured (Y/n), “He was hoping to find a new groupie- a little let down, but he’s fine.”

“Roger was thinking about letting me be his groupie? Holy fuck!”

Warren forced out a laugh, “Wow, don’t you sound excited-”

“It’s not like that, Warren.”

He nodded, walking over to a couch, taking a seat. (Y/n) walked over, taking a seat next to him.

“Warren-”

“I’m sorry- I’ve been in a weird mood since we got back here.”

“I didn’t mean to sound so excited- I don’t want to be Roger’s groupie, I swear.”

Warren shook his head, “No, I get it. He’s hot.”

“You’re hot! Didn’t you hear Peter and Jubilee earlier? You’re super hot! Believe me.”

“Oh- shut it, I’m not-”

“Yes, you are! I’m whipped for you, Warren. Completely whipped!”

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uruhabuns · 5 years ago

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It’s all about the foundation (part 3) (makeup artist!reader x ruki)

A/N: HELLO I AM FASHIONABLY LATE AS USUAL BC I’VE BEEN SO BUSY AFTER EXCHANGE SETTLING DOWN AND TRYING TO FIND A JOB ;____; but yes, this could be the final part of this series (unless you guys want another part?), so i hope you guys enjoy reading this and please give a like or reblog if you’ve read <3

Part 1 / Part 2

Pairing: girl reader x ruki

Genre: fluff

After the main setlist, the boys came back into the dressing room to freshen up before the encore

You knew how stressful this time was, as idols usually had only 5 minutes before they had to go back to the stage

However, while the band were in the middle of playing main setlist, the stylists told you the band had 10 minutes before the encore, so you didn’t have to stress as much

But....you had to help touch up Ruki’s makeup, which was the hardest out of the members

Yikes that oily af skin and those blemishes

I’m not roasting him at all :)))

As Ruki went into the other makeup room to change into the tour goods, you grabbed the towel the stylists gave you to pat off his sweat later

As you were waiting, you felt your heart begin to race at the thought of doing Ruki’s makeup again.

Why were you nervous? He was just another client...a really charismatic and good looking client.

Your thoughts were interrupted when Ruki sat in the makeup chair you stood next to and saw that he was already changed into the tour shirt and black jeans, so you began to quickly pat his face with the towel

You then carefully wiped makeup remover across Ruki’s face, avoiding the eye makeup, to remove the foundation

Ruki felt his heart race slightly again at the distance between the two of you, and the light scent of your perfume as you wiped his face, but he quickly banished the thoughts from his head, since he needed to think about the upcoming performance

During that time, the two of you didn’t speak a single word to each other because were so concentrated on your work, and he was focused on the encore, so both of you didn’t have time to think about your feelings

You thoroughly reapplied the MAC primer, concealer, and foundation that were provided with your light technique that you used on idols, since MAC products could feel quite heavy on the skin

You then set everything with your holy grail Etude House Fix and Fix loose powder (of which you tried to hide from the senior stylists so they wouldn’t scold you for using a Korean roadshop product on Ruki)

Surprisingly, you managed to finish with two minutes to spare so Ruki could re-hydrate before the encore

FAST FORWARD TO AFTER THE CONCERT

Everything was packed up and finished by 11pm, and you were invited to go to dinner with the staff

At first, you were hesitant because it was late and you just wanted to go home and crash, but the senior makeup artists offered to pay for the food since you were the youngest there

So you agreed to go because free food

You joined them in their van, while the band members got their own van to the BBQ restaurant

After settling into a seat in the van, the other stylists were chatting among themselves while you scrolled through your Instagram feed

As you were scrolling down the “GazettE” hashtag to get to know the band better, Reita’s makeup artist nudged your arm

“Say, _______-chan, how did you find it today?”

Your cheeks turned slightly pink as you could only think of Ruki and how handsome he was. However, you shook off the thoughts before answering, “It was interesting. I’ve never worked with a visual kei band before, so the experience was quite different to what I’m used to. Especially because the makeup style was pretty different to idols.”

Aoi’s makeup artist giggled. “Was that all? I think Ruki-san seemed quite excited every time he saw you.”

Heat rushed to your cheeks and ears. Did you hear correctly? Ruki? Excited about you? Even though you wanted to know more about his reactions, you knew they were joking, so you only giggled and shook your head.

Reita’s stylist nudged her co-worker’s shoulder in disapproval. “Don’t say stuff like that in front of the rookie! You know how much trouble we’ll be in if a scandal breaks out.”

The other woman only rolled her eyes. “Oh, you know I’m only playing around. As if a scandal can break out from talking among ourselves in a private place. Even ________-chan knows, right?”

You felt a slight drop in your chest when she said it was only a joke.

You had no choice but to swallow and nod quickly.

Why did you feel this way towards a man you barely knew?

Before you knew it, the vans arrived at the front of the BBQ restaurant in Shinjuku

You got out of the van along with the senpai stylists, keeping close to them.

You looked around to search for the other staff and band members themselves, to which you saw them coming out of the vans a few metres away from you.

Your heart felt like it skipped a beat when you saw Ruki’s figure and blond hair

When he took a glance at you, you gasped softly and turned away to face your senpais

Ruki smirked when he saw your reaction.

The cute types, huh...there’s always something about them...

When everyone had gathered, the managers and band went in first, while the rest of the staff including you followed.

Because there were so many people in your group, you had to be assigned two tables

The band, managers, and some staff took one table, while you, the stylists, and other staff took the other

Of course you were a bit disappointed that you couldn’t sit near the band (ahem, Ruki), but you couldn’t complain

So you just sucked it up and sat next to Reita’s stylist

After all the orders were made, your senpais made conversation with you, asking how you found working with the band

You told them that the guys were really nice and pleasant to work with, and that they treated you well especially since you were new to working with them

Little did you know that a few seats away on the other table, Ruki was listening to what you were saying, especially to the things you said about him

Upon seeing Ruki’s expressions, Uruha nudged his arm with his elbow.

“You look unusually happy about something,” he teased. “Is it that girl?”

Ruki made a disgusted expression. “As if. She looks too young for me anyway. You know I’m not one of those love-at-first-sight people.”

Uruha chuckled in amusement. “Yeah, sure. Keep telling yourself that. But something tells me you’ve got a thing for her already.”

“Shut up.”

A few minutes later, you excused yourself from the table to go to the bathroom.

Ruki noticed this as a perfect opportunity to talk to you privately, but he decided to wait before going so it wouldn’t look like he wanted to follow you.

After you finished washing and drying your hands, you opened the bathroom door to see Ruki leaning against the wall as he was waiting outside in front of the door.

Your heart felt like it stopped. “R-Ruki-sa-?”

“Shh,” he hushed, putting his index finger to his lips, and covering your mouth with the other hand.

Your eyes widened at the sudden closeness and intimate contact. You could feel your face turning pink while your heart began to race.

“Call me Taka.”

You blinked in surprise as he pulled his hand away from you.

Taka? Is that his real name?

“T-Taka? Why-”

Ruki leaned closer to you, making your face heat up. “There might be fans around,” he said quietly, “You can call me by my stage name when we’re in a quiet place.”

You gulped, and nodded reluctantly, still uncomfortable with calling him by a name other than Ruki.

“Alright...Taka-san.”

Ruki gave you a small smirk, making your heart race again

You smiled and bowed your head shyly. “I-I’ll get back now-”

Ruki grabbed your wrist as you began walking off.

“T-Taka-san?” you said, facing him completely flustered at this point.

“Give me your LINE. I just wanna make sure that this isn’t the last time I get to see you.”

At that moment, your eyes widened. You felt like your breathing and heart stopped at the same time.

HOLY SHIT!!!! THE HOT CLIENT ACTUALLY SAID THAT TO ME. WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING?! What does this mean?! How could someone as cool as Ruki want to see me again?

“Are you sure? I’m still a rookie makeup artist, so I don’t think I can-”

“Fuck the rules,” Ruki jammed in nonchalantly. “I’m not about that life.”

Your jaw dropped.

How could someone just disregard rules so easily like that? Doesn’t he care that the both of you could get into serious trouble if your seniors found out?

Not that you were complaining. Ruki had captivated you since you first saw him.

You swallowed a gulp again before pulling out your phone to exchange LINE IDs with Ruki.

After doing so, you excused yourself to get back to the table.

“Enjoy the rest of the night,” Ruki said to you.

“Thank you. You too.”

When you got back to your seat, the food had already arrived, and everyone on your table was waiting for you.

“_______-chan, you’re finally back!” Reita’s stylist said.

“Ah, I’m sorry to keep you waiting.”

“Never mind that, your face is so red!” Kai’s stylist called out jokingly, “Have you been drinking in the bathroom?”

You clapped your hands to your cheeks. SHIT!

“N-no, of course not!”

“I’m kidding. Sit down, you must be starving!”

You nodded. “Y-yes. I’m sorry again to make you wait.”

The night passed by without you or Ruki speaking to each other.

When it was time to leave, you went into the van with the rest of the stylists.

As soon as you sat down, you felt your phone vibrate to signal that you received a LINE message.

Taka: Text me when you get home

You furrowed your eyebrows. That’s it? I guess he is a man of a few words...

_______: Okay, I will. _______: It was nice meeting you today!

You didn’t get a reply after that, though you weren’t surprised

It was 1am by the time you were dropped off in front of your apartment block.

You said your goodbyes to the stylists as you left the vehicle, wishing them goodnight.

As soon as you got into the elevator, you suddenly felt the fatigue hit you all at once.

You were up since 6am, so you couldn’t wait to crash

When you got inside your apartment, you greeted your parents sluggishly. “Tadaima...”

“_______! Okaeri,” your mum called from the kitchen. “Did you have dinner yet?”

“Yeah, we had yakiniku, and the staff paid for it.”

“How was it today?” your dad asked from the dining table, looking up at you from the newspaper he was reading.

You only yawned. “So tiring...” you mumbled as you took your shoes off. “I hate working such long hours...”

“Yes, I know,” your dad replied, “But it’s part of life. How were the clients?”

“It was a visual kei band called the GazettE,” you answered, “They were really nice guys. Apparently they’ve been around since 2002.”

“That long?” your mum said, “They must be very good musicians. Anyway, don’t get involved with visual kei men. They only cause trouble for women from what I heard.”

You rolled your eyes as you made your way to your room. “As if I would. Besides, these guys are a lot older and more mature than other visual kei artists, and they have a big reputation to uphold, so I don’t think they would want to get involved with girls anyway.”

As soon as you got into your room, you put your duffle bag next to your desk before flopping onto your bed.

You suddenly remembered Ruki’s message, and grabbed your phone to text him.

_______: I just got home!

You then changed into your pyjamas before going to the bathroom to brush your teeth and cleanse your face.

After you had finished the rest of your skincare routine, you checked your phone to see that Ruki had replied.

Taka: Alright. Thanks for today. I hope to see you again soon.

_______: Me too. It was fun today!

Taka: It was. Lives are always like that. Taka: Who are you gonna work with next?

_______: I think I’ll be working with another Korean idol group, since they’re always coming over here

Taka: Well then, goodnight. You did well today.

_______: Goodnight, Ruki-san, rest well

You squealed into your pillow, kicking your legs up and down on your bed as if you were a high school girl in love

Though, you weren’t in love with Ruki; you just found him super attractive and charismatic

Let’s just say you went to sleep on cloud nine

On the other side, Ruki was lying in bed with his hands on his face in embarrassment.

He couldn’t believe what he did.

He literally told you in real life AND in text that he wanted to see you again, and made it sound like he was interested in you when he knew he shouldn’t be.

Ruki then remembered Uruha’s words earlier that day: “...if you do end up dating her, or someone like her, don’t break her heart. She seems too innocent for people like us.”

He didn’t realise how you could unearth the feelings he worked so hard to bury for so long. He didn’t want to risk it again, and he didn’t want to risk hurting you either. After all, you were a lot younger than him, so he didn’t want to take that innocence away from you.

But there was something about you that he couldn’t take his mind off from.

#mine.#ruki #the gazette #my writing #finally finished this part omg #do u guys want another??? a date w ruki maybe????#👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀#HOPE YOU LIKED IT!!

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