#so i turned up my brightness just a bit to read it and went huh oke

[waytoorambles]

*turns up brightness a bit to read muatals post*

*proceeds to creep back to ao3 to keep reading*

*BLINDNESS*

[lostintransist]

Would love a continuation to your gym antics with maybe possibly Simon meeting Reader and seeing her deliver 23 psychic damage to every creep in the gym.

Then MAYBE they all realize that they’ve all been interested in (respectfully obsessed with) the same person (reader). They witness The Ultimate Douchebag Takedown and watch her do reps with said douchebag’s max weight with so much spark in her eyes. Then they see her be super sweet with a younger beginner or the gym’s dog that roams the shop or some shit

So sometimes stories get away from me and I couldn't figure out why they would all be at a public gym at the same time. My brain kept going, but if they are all together why wouldn't they be on base?? Anyway, my incessant need to answer the unspoken why has led us here. Enjoy! ☺️

If the damn desk jockeys would get off their asses and finish dealing with the fucking problem they would be able to go home. Two weeks in this hotel because the paper pushers wouldn’t approve something more than an economy room in a relatively cheap option. The core of Task Force 141, Price, Ghost, Gaz, and Soap were nearing blows.

Two queen beds made it hard for any of them to get enough space to stretch out. Everyone took turns rotating who shared with Soap. The man rolled. He didn’t just roll, he would cuddle and then end up sideways in the bed over whoever happened to be sharing with him. Made sleeping rough.

The piss-poor gym/pool set up on the first floor became an outlet for every man. They went in shifts. It wasn’t discussed so much as whoever was the closest to sending a brother through the wall between the bedrooms and the bathroom would nip out to run down their anger on the treadmill or splash laps in the pool.

Now due to the lack of overlapping none of the men knew they had their eye on the same bird. It wouldn’t have helped if they had known.

Price and Ghost ran into you more than once in the hot tub. They would slip into the chilly water and push until their muscles burned and then join you who read or watched something on your phone. Gaz and Soap found you on the treadmill singing quietly as you walked at a speedy clip. Every time the door opened to the gym you stopped singing.

Gaz spoke to you first.

“You can keep singing, don’t mind me. Feel free to turn up the volume on the music too.”

Instead of complying you laugh. Kyle stands near the door, arms folded as he squinted at all the equipment.

“Na, I get a bit shy. Thanks, though.” You offer a smile that is reflected in your eyes. “You here long?”

Gaz laughed through his nose, “Who knows? Trying to get home but the paperwork people at the job are apparently not in the same kind of rush.”

“You too? Damn. What is with them? Do they think I like sleeping on the cardboard they call a mattress?” The animation in your face pulls Gaz in. Bright expressions that show not an iota of mistrust or hiding something.

“They must not travel much for work or they would get us home faster huh?” He crosses the room and points to the treadmill next to you, “Mind if I join you?”

“Go right ahead,” you gesture at the machine. “Conversation would be a nice change.”

The two of you laughed through the last twenty or so minutes of your workout.

Price met you next.

He was one more stupid pun away from unloading his service weapon into his men. He had slammed into the muggy air of the pool room. Without even a glance around he stripped down to his speedo and stomped down the steps into the water. Fucking hotel pools were never deep enough for diving. Five laps and his shoulders burned enough to slow down. Pushing back against gravity he stood. Running a hand over his hair, face, and head, to clear some of the water he looked around for the first time.

There you were, eyes carving lines long his muscles from the hot tub.

“Need something, sweetheart?”

The time it takes you to drag your gaze from the water lapping at his stomach to his eyes sends chills down his spine.

“Na, just enjoying the view. Not often I get a strip tease by accident.”

Price couldn’t help but laugh. He had to have several years on you but the way you look at him has him wishing he were here alone.

“Sometimes a man forgets he might not be the only person in the pool.”

Snorting, you step back and sink lower into the bubbling water.

The bubbles dissipate as you become a floating head.

“Shit,” straightening you look to the wall where the timer is.

“If you don’t mind company I can fix that on my way over?” Price offers, lifting a brow and his cheeks in a smile.

“I would love some company, in fact,” you give him a sultry smile.

Since your face firmly tracks his motion up and out of the pool and to the timer by the time he steps into the heated water his cheeks are as red as his speedo. He is pruned when he finally leaves. You left twenty minutes before he could stand straight without the pressure of his speedo cutting the blood supply off to his everything.

Soap is neck deep in a maladaptive daydream about having a wife and three bairns screeching across the heath as the wind plucks at them when you enter the gym. He moved at a light jog. Feet falling lightly on the belt he isn’t breathing hard.

A clang and ringing of metal is enough to pull Soap back to his body. Glancing over he sees you wincing and pressing your massive water bottle to your chest to stop the metal from singing.

“All good over there?” He lifts both brows as his head tilts slightly.

Your tongue makes an appearance under your top lip as you push a lung full of air from your nose.

“Ever just have one of those days where the seconds take too long to pass?” You looked at him so earnestly that Soap reached out and slowed down to a walking pace.

“Too many damn times. Would a chat help reset the clock watching?”

The fight to keep from your face crumpling had Soap pulling out his threadbare handkerchief and passing it over.

“Time does tricky things to me too,” Soap offered softly.

You pressed the fabric to your nose and coughed to clear your throat and eyes.

“Thanks.” Sniffing you take a shaky breath, “Watching anything interesting lately?”

“Can’t sit still long enough for TV but been seeing the wildest one-person skits on my socials. Favorites have to be a girl’s group chat gone wild and an enemies-to-lovers story with family drama and an ex who won’t get out of the way.”

You light up, hand flying away from your face as you lean toward him.

“Oh my god! Do you think she is the other woman and that’s why she didn’t tell anyone what the hell was going on?”

The time is spent passing back and forth thoughts on stories more interesting than what writers’ rooms had put out in decades.

Ghost meets you last. Well. Yes, he was last but he didn’t really meet you so much as wake trying to avoid being smothered to death.

Falling asleep in the hot tub is not recommended. Even if he could keep his nose above water while sitting at the bottom of the small pool, he shouldn’t fall asleep. He had been the one to share a bed with Soap last night. Instead of swaddling the man like a newborn Ghost had given up on sleeping through the night. Haunted him now.

Eyes snapping open he glares up at you. His head is pinned between your hand and the floor. A quick external assessment tells him that his mask is still on, and the bubbles have stopped. He must have passed out hard.

“Hi,” you study both his eyes before blinking and taking in him. “Since you woke and have normal pupil reactions, I am going to assume you don’t need any naloxone?”

“No.”

“Okay.” The odd look you give him is overshadowed by your fingers sliding off his skin. Damn. Why did that feel so good? “Can you move your long ass legs then so I can enjoy some time in the water?”

Snapping into a sitting position Ghost curses the fact his ears are out. He gets pink in the tips of his ears when embarrassed.

“Sorry.” Ghost ran a hand through his short hair, surprised by the wetness there, “Didn’t sleep much last night.”

A jet caught him in the back. With a grunt he shifted. The pressure from the blasting water left his skin itching. The bubbles were nice though. Stretching his arms along the curve of the tiles he notices your eyes follow his wingspan.

“Do they even make beds big enough for you here?” You question as you step in with a hiss and hand clutching the balance bar.

He doesn’t know why he replies. He isn’t normally this chatty. The lack of sleep must be stealing away his senses and filling him up with a bevy of words.

“I’m not that big.”

You sit across from him. He can feel the drift of your legs in the water above his where they stretch along the bottom.

The glance you send him lands somewhere particular, even with the barrier of the moving water. A slow bob of your head and the lift of your brows accompany your disbelieving tone.

“Must have been the water distortion.”

“Lots of things about me are distorted,” Ghost mutters.

The sputtering laugh you let out has you covering it up with a cough.

“That was terrible. Are all of your jokes that bad?”

“Worse.”

“Ooh, honesty. Well then, let’s hear them?”

Ghost narrows his eyes at you as he tells you the tank joke.

“I see your tank joke and raise you one of my own; two soldiers are in a tank; one looks at the other and says blub.” The waggling of your brows is what tipped him over the edge into snorting.

Back and forth it went until you rub your fingertips together and proclaim yourself cooked. With a smile and a nod you disappear. Ghost spends far too long staring at the ceiling thinking about your hands on him.

They run into you day after day after day. Sometimes in the coffee shop within walking distance or a cafe. But they always run into you alone and never mention you to the others. When orders finally arrive that they can return home each man searched the building over twice looking for you. No luck.

Check-out runs smoothly, leaving them loitering with their gunny sacks in a pile by the complimentary couches and chairs in the lobby. Was there an actual purpose for these couches other than decoration? No one ever seemed to use them. This was the discussion happening between the men that seemed to conveniently forget that their asses sat on the decorations.

Ghost’s eyes widening have everyone looking.

There you are. Backpack over on shoulder and a small suitcase wheeling

Not one of them is confident enough to approach you with the others watching. That leaves all of them waiting and hoping you stop and say hello and here is my number before goodbye.

“Thanks! I had a good stay,” your voice carries over your shoulder to them. Each man tightens up like they were about to breach a building.

Turning a saccharine smile settles on your face as your eyes connect to each man in turn. Striding up to the chair placed neatly between the two couches they sat on you settle both hands on the back, the luggage near your leg.

“Gentlemen, thank you for making the say endurable. I will be sending your warmest regards to Colonel König when I get back to base.” Lifting your hand to your forehead you flick them a bastardized salute and stride out the front door.

The only sound following your pronouncement is the ringing of the phone behind the front desk.

“Did we get fucking honey potted?” Gaz looks at Price, aghast.

“It’s only honey potting if you spill state secrets,” Soap chimes in as he pops his neck slowly.

“Says the man who has been honey-potted before,” Ghost snarked, fingers digging into the weave of his jeans.

“It wasn’t Soap,” Price mutters as his fingers begin to work his mustache, “That John wasn’t SAS.”

“Wait,” Soap looks at each of them with a sharp gaze. “She got all of us? How the hell did she manage that?”

“Looks like KorTac has gotten a better hiring manager,” Price slaps his hands to his thighs, standing. “We will not be discussing this again.”

A chorus of ‘agreed’ and they consider the matter closed.

And other than the time they run into you in the field, that is.

SoapGaz | John Price | Simon | Phillip Graves | Ghost | SoapGaz/Reader NSFW | Phillip Graves NSFW | AO3

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[sparklystarrrr]

Kiss the... Octopus?

Synopsis: You're in the middle of signing a contract and two silly eels decide it’s a good idea to push you two into the deep end of confessing your very obvious feelings for each other…

Contains: Azul x Gn! Reader, Tweels being annoying, reader is called Prefect at some points, reader goes through every emotion possible, blushy Zuzu, Azul is always scheming... and being a lil flirty?, probably ooc Azul but it's okay bcs he's pretty, shy reader

"...In return for this favor I'm providing you, you must give me your time as a worker for the Monstro Lounge for 3 months, do we have a deal, Prefect (Y/n)?" Azul's smooth voice said. I didn't really know why I was in this room and why I was asking Azul for help with bringing my grades up. I knew it was bad news to be around him, but it was so hard not to! I thought I knew better than to sign one of his contracts but I guess not seeing the situation I'm in right now...

The Tweels stood menacingly next to the door of the VIP Lounge with their sly smirks pulling at the skin on their cheeks. Octavinelle, why do you have to be so fucking scary! My hands shook a little while staring down at the golden sparkling contract laid on the desk between me and Azul, reading over everything I was about to get myself into. I was really about to sign 3 months of my life in Twisted Wonderland being a server for the Monstro Lounge, huh?

I could barely talk as the hesitation ran through my whole body. Azul sat expectantly waiting for me with his while gloved hands clasped in front of him on the table. His perfectly snide smirk pulled at his lightly flushed lips and suddenly I just couldn't stop looking... AH I mean I was just staring from his face to the contract! His eyes bore into my skull and I felt just a small shiver run down my spine that went all the way down to my toes.

There you see him Sitting there across the way He don't got a lot to say But there's something about him And you don't know why But you're dying to try You wanna kiss the octopus...

I heard a song from behind me that felt like it was pounding inside my head, yet it sort of sounded like Jade and Floyd, perhaps I was just hearing things.. my cheeks flushed as I looked at his lips longer than I had intended to. Why couldn't these feelings just rest!"This contract does not need to be signed now if you're feeling hesitant to do so. We can always come back to it tomorrow." His voice broke me from my trance as he probably took note of my suddenly frazzled state.

Yes, you want him Look at him, you know you do Possible he wants you too There is one way to ask him It don't take a word Not a single word Go on and kiss the octopus...

My cheeks flushed to a bright red"O-oh, no it's okay Azul! We can do it now! Could you just... uh... reread the contract?" I said while my hands jolted around me in a shy frenzy, my face pink from embarrassment. I heard a bit of snickering from behind me and I turned around to see Jade with his hand over his mouth and Floyd biting his bottom lip with a dopey grin on his face while glancing over to Jade. I grumbled, physically deflating while they looked at me with their grins and clearly held back cackles. I turned back to Azul with my deadpanned expression and he smiled at me. "I'll reread it dear Prefect, come sit."His hand motioned for me to sit back down, his voice sounded just a tad bit gentler, or... was I hearing things?

His voice was quite enchanting. It was smooth and the way he spoke left me on the edge of my seat just wanting him to keep speaking. Although he kept reciting the contract my head just couldn't focus on the words for the life of me. His suave, deep voice practically glided through my ears and it was just so attractive... maybe signing the next few months of my life away to work for him wouldn't be as bad as I thought? After every few sentences he peered up at me just above his glasses. His silvery eyes made my heart skip a beat. It seemed he noticed how hot my face was because a grin formed on his face, turning his cheeks a light shade of pink as well. The tension in this room made my whole body feel like it was on fire and my hands grip the arms of the plush chair he coaxed me to sit in.

Sha-la-la-la-la-la My oh my Look like the Prefect too shy Ain't gonna kiss the octopus Sha-la-la-la-la-la Ain't that sad? Ain't it a shame? Too bad, they gonna miss the octopus

He finished the contract reread with a grin still plastered on his face, "So, dear Prefect, is it a deal?" He scooted his chair closer, his clasped hands moving even closer to my side of the table. My hands moved on their own, clasping and moving closer to his hands making an inch gap between them. My lips parted and suddenly they felt incredibly chapped. My throat dried quicker than a drought and suddenly speaking without stuttering was impossible. "A-ah um... Yeah!"There was hesitation in my voice and a heavy stutter, I was sure he would notice.

Instead of ignoring it like he would his other clients, he chuckled, "My my (y/n), are you alright?" His white gloved hand pressed against my clammy stiff hands. I felt his thumb rub gently against the top of my hands, suddenly my anxiety and fear subdued and I could finally get out of my head. "Yeah I'm fine Azul... just a bit flustered, is all." I sighed. "Mmh, I could understand." He smiled. "If you'd like we can perhaps call this off for another day?" He looked deeply into my eyes, his hat tipping just over his brows.

Now's your moment Floating in a blue lagoon Prefect, you better do it soon No time will be better He don't say a word And he won't say a word Until you kiss the octopus

His hand slid between my previously clasped hands and he brought his other hand closer to hold my hands in his. They were warm through the cold white leather of his gloves. "Actually... I was thinking that maybe we could make a new contract?" I muttered. His brows lifted "And what is this proposal, Dear Prefect?"I shifted in the seat and brought myself just a bit closer to him, our noses a couple of inches away. "Perhaps... I could spend every weekend sharing a candle lit dinner with you and in turn... you call me yours?"

I never knew I was that bold, but here we are. My face heated up a considerable amount at my statement and Azul's face turned a bright pink. He slipped one hand away from mine to adjust his glasses while his other hand tightly gripped onto mine. "W-well, Prefect, that is certainly a bold statement." He adjusted the collar of his shirt and his lips formed a wobbly smile that seemed a lot more sincere than his mischievous grin while I was signing the contract.

He took a deep breath to compose himself,"...Would you like to sign this contract in signature or in a kiss, dear (y/n)?" I giggled at his cheeky remark,"A kiss, obviously! Gosh, I've been staring at them this whole time" I jumped from my chair and pulled Azul's hand to drag him closer to me. Our lips were so close to touching when we suddenly bumped our foreheads in the heat and adrenaline of the moment... "O-ouch!" I yelped. We both grabbed our heads and hissed at the pain while two eels snickered behind us. We glanced at each other with shy smiles.

"How about we try again, (y/n)?"He adjusted his glasses once more. I smiled and without further words I leaned into a shaky kiss on his surprisingly soft lips. I pulled back with a hand pressed on his shoulder while his rested stiffly on the top of my arm. We stared at each other wide-eyed.

Behind us, the Tweels high-fived at their achievement. "YAHOO! Ya finally did it Azul~ How ya feelin'? Did ya like our singin'?"" Floyd slurred while slinging an arm around his shoulders. "Yes, It's been a pain watching Azul float around with these feelings hidden under the surface. I'm pleased to see these results." Jade spoke calmly while creeping up behind me.

"Would you two make yourselves productive? I have a treasure to spend my time with."Azul said and dragged me off to his room, holding my close as if he was showing me off to the deep sea of Octavinelle students. I was a sputtering mess... "Azul, were those two really singing that whole time..?" I shuddered and suddenly felt like melting in embarrassment,"Yes, (y/n). How else would I have set the mood during our contract signing?" He said as if it was common knowledge. I was practically melting...Who knew Azul was such a charmer?

This was inspired by this one fic I read but I don't remember the author :((

It was a Riddle x Reader with the same song and a similar story line and I can't stop thinking about it!

[goblin-jr]

Between a Rock and a Hard Place

pairing: clark x reader

summary: y/n gets blasted with meteor shards, clark (literally) can't get any closer to save her.

words: 4.4k

a/n: i am so glad the tom welling renaissance is upon us

💌 💌 💌 💌

The Torch office buzzed with the usual energy of an afternoon at Smallville High. Stacks of old newspapers were piled against the walls, the smell of fresh ink lingering in the air. Chloe, seated at her desk, tapped away at her keyboard with practiced ease, while Pete leaned back in his chair, flipping through the latest addition to the infamous Wall of Weird.

“So, let me get this straight,” Pete said, shaking his head. “This guy gets struck by lightning, falls into a coma for three months, wakes up, and now he can hear people’s thoughts?”

Chloe grinned, pushing a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. “Smallville never fails to deliver. I’d say it’s a classic case of meteor freak syndrome.”

Clark Kent, leaning against the desk with his arms crossed, smirked. “And you’re sure he’s not just really good at guessing?”

Before Chloe could respond, the door to The Torch office swung open, and Y/N strolled in, a bright smile on their face. “Talking about the latest addition to the Wall of Weird without me? Rude.”

Pete grinned. “You know us, always knee-deep in the strange and unusual.”

Chloe gestured to the board dramatically. “It’s a gift.”

Y/N chuckled, walking over to take a look at the latest entry. “Mind reading, huh? Sounds like the plot of a bad teen drama.”

Clark chuckled along with them, but there was a softness in his gaze as he watched Y/N. They caught his eye, and for a fleeting moment, the air between them changed. It wasn’t obvious, nothing overt, but there was something there—an unspoken awareness, a hesitation that hinted at something deeper.

Pete, ever the instigator, leaned forward with a knowing smirk. “You guys ever notice how Clark always smiles the most when Y/N’s around?”

Chloe turned from her computer screen with an amused look. “Oh, definitely. It’s like clockwork.”

Clark, instead of getting flustered, simply shrugged, his smirk growing. “Can you blame me?”

Y/N rolled their eyes but couldn’t help the small smile playing on their lips. “You guys are hilarious.”

Pete wiggled his eyebrows. “We try.”

Chloe, sensing an opportunity to move things along before Clark turned into a full-blown tomato, clapped her hands together. “Anyway! Y/N, do you still want to check out that crime scene after school? I heard from my contact at the police station that something weird went down.”

Y/N perked up, curiosity lighting their expression. “Oh, absolutely. I live for ‘something weird.’”

Clark frowned slightly. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

Chloe smirked. “Relax, Boy Scout. It’s just a little investigative journalism.”

The school bell rang, signaling the end of their free period. Clark took the opportunity, straightening up and turning to Y/N. “I can walk you to class.”

Y/N tilted their head, amused. “Oh? You don’t think I can find my way on my own?”

Clark shrugged, his signature shy smile appearing. “I just figured, you know, since we’re headed in the same direction…”

Pete let out an exaggerated sigh. “Man, just admit it already.”

Clark shot him a look before turning back to Y/N, who only laughed before nodding. “Lead the way, Kent.”

As they walked out of The Torch office together, Chloe and Pete exchanged a victorious glance. Some things, after all, didn’t require a meteor freak’s mind-reading abilities to see.

–

Y/N’s phone buzzed against her palm just as she was about to leave for The Torch. She glanced down at the screen. Chloe: Crisis with tomorrow’s edition. Gotta reschedule crime scene sneak-around. Sorry!

Y/N sighed, rolling her eyes fondly. She should’ve known Chloe would get caught up in some last-minute journalistic emergency. Still, that left her with an entire evening free. She bit her lip, debating for a second before pulling up Clark’s contact and hitting call.

It barely rang once before his voice came through, warm and easy. “Hey, Y/N. What’s up?”

“You busy?” she asked, already guessing the answer.

“Little bit,” Clark admitted. “Dad’s got me helping with some stuff on the farm. What’s up?”

Y/N shifted on her feet. “Well, since Chloe bailed, I figured I’d see if you wanted to hang out.”

There was a pause, then the sound of Clark exhaling like he hated saying no. “I want to, but I can’t get away just yet. How about we meet up later?”

She smiled at that, picturing him running a hand through his hair like he always did when he was torn between responsibilities and spending time with her. “Alright, Boy Scout. Later it is.”

Clark chuckled. “Boy Scout, huh?”

“You tell me, Kent. Are you wearing plaid right now?”

A beat of silence. “...Maybe.”

Y/N laughed. “Then the nickname stays. See you later.”

After hanging up, she stared at the screen for a moment. She could just stay home, wait for Clark to be free. Or… she could go check out the crime scene on her own.

Her curiosity won out.

–

The scene was a burned-out husk of what used to be an old auto shop on the outskirts of Smallville. Police tape crisscrossed the entrance, but it was quiet now, no officers in sight. Perfect.

Y/N ducked under the tape, stepping carefully over loose debris. The air smelled of scorched metal and something chemical, and every shadow seemed to stretch just a little too long. She ignored the shiver crawling up her spine and pressed forward.

At first glance, it just looked like a regular fire. But something didn’t sit right. She crouched near the remains of a shattered workbench, running her fingers over the charred edges. The burn patterns were strange, too precise.

Then she saw it.

Amongst the rubble, half-buried under twisted metal, was something glowing. Faintly.

Y/N’s heart pounded as she reached for it. The light pulsed, a deep green, refined and sharp. Meteor rock.

Smallville was no stranger to these things, but this one was different. More polished, more concentrated than the fragments that littered the town. As soon as her fingers brushed its surface, a jolt of energy shot through her arm, like static electricity but deeper, crackling beneath her skin.

The floor creaked behind her.

She whirled, but before she could react, a loud boom erupted from somewhere in the back of the shop. A shockwave tore through the air, sending her flying. The world blurred—fire, debris, heat—before she hit the ground hard, her vision flickering.

Her skin burned. Not from the fire, but from inside. Like something was crawling through her veins.

Then—darkness.

–

Each breath burned.

Y/N’s limbs felt like they were moving through molasses, her muscles aching with every step forward. The night air was crisp against her damp skin, but it did nothing to cool the feverish heat lingering beneath the surface. The burning in her veins had faded, but in its place was something almost worse—a weight, a fog thick enough to make her thoughts sluggish, her vision swim.

She needed help.

Clark’s farm was closest. If she could just get there…

Each step forward was a battle. Her legs wobbled beneath her, her muscles aching like she’d run a marathon, but she pushed forward. The flickering glow of Smallville’s streetlights faded behind her as she stumbled onto the dirt road leading to the Kent farm.

It was quiet except for the steady rhythm of crickets in the distance and the occasional hoot of an owl. The peacefulness of the countryside stood in stark contrast to the chaos surging inside her.

Her hands trembled. She flexed her fingers, watching the way her skin seemed to shimmer faintly in the dim light. The effect was subtle, almost imperceptible, but it was there. Something inside her had changed.

Two miles.

It felt like an eternity.

By the time she reached the weathered red barn, her vision was swimming. The soft glow from the house in the distance was warm, inviting. She could go straight there.

But she didn’t.

Her body moved on instinct, guiding her toward the barn instead—toward Clark.

The large doors creaked as she pushed them open, the scent of hay and earth filling her senses. The loft seemed impossibly far away, the stairs an obstacle she barely had the strength to conquer, but she climbed.

She gritted her teeth, gripping the wooden railing as she pulled herself up, each step more taxing than the last.

One more.

Another.

Her arms gave out just as she reached the top, her knees hitting the floorboards with a dull thud.

The loft was quiet, moonlight filtering in through the windows, casting long shadows over the worn-out couch and the wooden floorboards. Clark sat near the edge, a book in hand, his flannel sleeves rolled up as he flipped absently through the pages.

At the sound of her collapse, his head snapped up.

“Y/N?” His brows furrowed in concern as he tossed the book aside and stood. “What—”

She reached for him.

Something inside her screamed for comfort, for stability, for him.

“Clark,” she choked out, her voice weak. “Something’s wrong.”

She expected him to rush forward like he always did. To scoop her up in his arms without hesitation, to be the rock she could lean on. But instead—

He stumbled back.

His face contorted in pain, his breath hitching sharply as he clutched his chest.

“No,” he gritted out, shaking his head. “I—I can’t—”

Confusion twisted inside her, layering over the dizziness already clouding her mind. “What…?”

She tried to move closer, but he staggered back even further, his body curling inward like he was sick.

Y/N froze, horror creeping in.

“What’s happening?” Her voice cracked. “Clark, what’s wrong?”

He gritted his teeth, his fingers digging into the wood of the railing behind him like he needed something to hold himself up. His breathing was ragged, his normally strong posture trembling beneath some unseen force.

“It’s you,” he rasped, squeezing his eyes shut. “It’s—whatever happened to you. I can’t be near it.”

Her stomach dropped.

She looked down at herself, at her hands, her arms—she wasn’t glowing anymore, wasn’t burning. She felt off, but she wasn’t—

“I don’t understand,” she whispered, voice barely above a breath.

Clark swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. His eyes were pained, conflicted. “Y/N… I need you to listen to me.” He winced again, pressing a hand to his chest. “You need to go inside. My parents—they’ll explain everything.”

She didn’t move.

None of this made sense.

Clark—the person who had always made her feel safest, the one who had been there through everything—was afraid to come near her.

Her heart pounded against her ribs, a mix of fear and frustration bubbling up in her throat. “No,” she said, shaking her head. “Not until you tell me what’s going on.”

Clark clenched his jaw.

“You’re hurting,” she pushed. “Because of me? How? Why?”

His lips pressed into a tight line, his breath coming faster.

“I can’t tell you,” he admitted, voice breaking slightly. “Not yet.”

Her stomach twisted.

Clark had secrets. She knew that. There had always been moments when he was just a little too fast, a little too strong, moments where things didn’t quite add up. Once upon a time, Clark had told her one of the things he liked about her was that she didn’t pry the way his other friends did. That she was content with secrets.

But now, standing here, this was different.

This was a wall between them.

And she didn’t know how to tear it down.

Her body swayed slightly, exhaustion sinking deep into her bones. She was too drained to argue, too overwhelmed to think.

“Please,” Clark tried again, his voice softer, pleading. “Just go inside. Let my parents help.”

She swallowed hard.

Her head was still clouded, her limbs still aching. If she pushed too much, she’d collapse again, and Clark—he couldn’t even catch her if she did.

That thought alone sent a pang through her chest.

So she took a breath.

And she nodded.

Without another word, she turned on shaky legs and made her way toward the ladder, gripping the rungs harder than she needed to. Each step downward felt heavier, the weight of uncertainty pressing against her shoulders.

–

Clark followed Y/N at a careful distance, unable to approach too close for fear of hurting her. The last thing he wanted was to make things worse, but he couldn’t help but feel helpless as he trailed behind her. The Kent farm seemed so peaceful from a distance, but up close, it always had a strange, intense energy, especially now.

Y/N stumbled toward the house, gasping for air. Every step seemed to cause her more pain, but she kept moving, trying to hold herself together. When she reached the door, she almost collapsed, but with great effort, she pushed it open.

Inside, Clark’s parents were in the kitchen, talking in hushed tones, as they usually did in the early evening. They hadn’t noticed yet, but Martha’s sharp eyes caught the way Clark’s face had changed the moment he stepped through the door.

“Clark?” Martha asked, noticing the strain in his expression. She stood quickly, wiping her hands on her apron. “What’s wrong?”

Clark couldn’t look at her. His eyes were still fixed on Y/N, who had collapsed into a chair by the door. The air around her seemed thick, almost suffocating. Martha immediately noticed the way Y/N was shaking, her breath shallow and erratic.

“Clark?” Martha repeated, more urgently this time.

Clark finally forced himself to look away from Y/N. “The meteor rocks,” he said, his voice tight. “They’re in her bloodstream. It’s the only explanation.”

Martha’s heart sank, her face paling as she glanced from Clark to Y/N.

“I can’t believe this is happening again,” Jonathan muttered as he entered the room. He had been out in the barn but now stood beside his wife, eyeing Y/N. “The last two people this happened to... they died.”

Y/N’s body jerked, her arms wrapped around her midsection as if trying to hold herself together, but it was no use. The pain was overwhelming, and she could barely catch her breath.

“Y/N, can you hear me?” Clark asked, stepping closer, but he stopped himself, instinctively keeping a safe distance. It hurt to see her in this state, but he knew that getting too close could only make things worse.

Y/N looked up at him, her face pale, sweat beading on her forehead. She opened her mouth to speak but couldn’t form any words. Her eyes begged for help, but the words never came.

Martha immediately went to Y/N’s side, her hands steadying her. “We need to get her to the living room,” Martha said quietly, her voice filled with concern. “Come on, sweetie, let’s get you to the couch.”

With Martha’s help, Y/N managed to stand and shuffle to the living room, her steps shaky and slow. Clark watched her go, his mind racing.

“I have an idea,” Clark said suddenly, his eyes intense. “The spaceship in the cellar... It neutralized the meteor rocks once before, when Tina Greer tried to take my place. Maybe it will work for Y/N too.”

Jonathan’s expression shifted immediately, his brow furrowing. “Clark, absolutely not. We can’t risk exposing the ship. This could reveal everything.”

“I know,” Clark said, his voice raw with emotion. “But it’s the only chance we have. We can’t just let her die.”

Jonathan’s face softened, but he didn’t back down. “You’re talking about revealing everything. You’re talking about putting us all in danger.”

“I get that, Dad,” Clark replied, his voice desperate. “But if there’s even the slightest chance the spaceship can help her... I can’t just stand here and do nothing.”

There was a long silence, as both father and son stood there, staring at each other. Martha, who had been comforting Y/N in the living room, glanced up at them from the doorway.

“Clark’s right,” she said quietly. “We have to try. It’s the only way.”

Jonathan sighed heavily, the weight of the decision pressing down on him. “And what happens if it doesn’t work? What happens if it kills her instead? It protected you, Clark. It only did that because it was saving you from Tina Greer. It won’t help her unless... unless you’re in danger.”

Clark’s heart pounded as he processed the words. He had no choice but to take a risk. The thought of losing Y/N was too much to bear.

“I know,” Clark said quietly, his eyes intense. “But if it works for me, it could work for her too. We have to try. If we don’t, she’ll die.”

Jonathan exchanged a look with Martha, her expression unreadable. He sighed deeply, weighing the consequences. Finally, he spoke, his voice soft but firm.

“Alright,” he said reluctantly. “We’ll do it your way. But we’re doing this carefully. No one can know what’s down there.”

—

Jonathan guided Y/N carefully down the steep, creaking stairs of the storm cellar. The air in the underground room was thick with the scent of dust and old wood. Every step felt like a weight pressing down on her chest, as though the pain pulsing through her body was more than just physical—it was an ache that seemed to stem from her very soul. Her skin burned with a feverish heat, and her heart raced, erratic, unsteady, as though she were on the verge of something much worse.

"Clark will be with you in a second," Jonathan said softly, though the concern in his eyes was unmistakable. His hand remained on her shoulder as he guided her, but his grip tightened slightly when they reached the last step. "I’ll be back in an hour," he continued, his voice trying to offer reassurance despite the unspoken weight of his words. "By then, the ship will have done what it can. Just hang in there, Y/N."

Y/N's heart pounded in her chest, a rhythmic thrum of panic. She wanted to say something, ask why things had gone so horribly wrong, but her throat felt tight, constricted by the weight of it all. Her hands shook, and every part of her screamed for answers, for clarity. Why did this happen? What was happening to her? Why couldn’t she stop the pain? And why had everything changed the moment she touched that rock?

The storm cellar door creaked shut above her, plunging her into the silence of the underground. Her vision swam as she leaned against the wall for support, the dim light of a single bulb casting long shadows that made everything feel far too close.

It wasn’t just the pain. It was the uncertainty. She had always felt like she had a grip on her life, a sense of control. But now, it felt like her body was a ticking time bomb, ready to explode at any given moment. Her breath quickened as her chest heaved with each inhale, but the air felt heavy, oppressive. The sharp, burning sensation from the meteor rock coursed through her veins, and her muscles tensed as if her body was trying to fight against something invisible.

The door creaked open again, and Clark’s silhouette appeared in the dim light, but the moment he stepped inside, something changed. His face contorted with pain as he staggered slightly, one hand clutching his chest as if something was crushing his ribs from the inside. His breath was shallow, labored. His body, strong and capable, now seemed like it was being torn apart.

“Clark?” Y/N whispered hoarsely, trying to push through the haze of pain and confusion to understand what was happening.

“Y/N” Clark managed through clenched teeth, his voice strained. He took a step back, his face a mask of agony. “I don’t think the ship will work with me too close... It’s... It’s reacting to the meteor rocks in your blood.” He winced, another wave of pain overtaking him, and his hands curled into fists at his sides.

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat. "What’s happening, Clark? What is this?" Her voice wavered with a mix of terror and desperation, the rawness of the moment sinking in as she realized, truly realized, the enormity of what had just happened.

Clark stared at her for a long moment, slumping against the far wall with his eyes full of silent conflict. He wanted to help, but he couldn’t. His body wouldn’t let him.

The silence between them stretched on, thick with the unspoken. Time seemed to slow. Seconds stretched into eternity. And still, no one moved.

“I—” Clark finally managed to speak, his voice unsteady. “I don’t think the ship thinks I’m in danger. It hasn’t done anything.”

Y/N blinked, confusion clouding her mind as she tried to make sense of what he said. “Ship? What ship?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper, as if her words might break her. “Why are you in pain, Clark?”

Her gaze flickered toward him, and despite the raw pain in his expression, the worry that gnawed at him, he forced himself up the wall and took a step closer. Y/N recoiled instinctively, her arms crossed over her chest as if to shield herself from his approach.

“No,” she gasped, shaking her head violently, “I’m hurting you. Stay away.” She was trembling, her body stiff with the urgency to put distance between them. She didn’t understand any of this, but she knew one thing: she couldn’t bear to hurt him, especially not when he was already hurting.

Clark didn’t retreat, though. His determination surged through him, despite the agony that washed over him in waves. “I don’t care, Y/N,” he said quietly, his words thick with the effort it took to speak. “I can’t keep hiding it from you. You need to know.”

He lowered himself beside her, his breath shallow, his body still trembling. She watched him, unsure of what he was about to say, yet unable to look away.

“Clark?” Her voice cracked slightly, the fear still lingering beneath the surface.

Clark swallowed, his eyes meeting hers with a vulnerability that was foreign to him. “I’m not... I’m not like everyone else,” he said, his words coming slow, heavy. “I’ve... I’ve always known something was different about me. But I didn’t know what it meant, not really.” He paused for a moment, his breath coming faster now as he fought through the pain. “The ship... It’s... It’s the one that brought me here on the day of the meteor shower. It’s the reason I have powers. I can’t get too close to you right now, because the meteor rocks in your blood, they hurt me.”

Y/N’s heart beat faster, and for a moment, she almost couldn’t breathe. It felt like the ground was shifting beneath her feet, her world suddenly tilting in a direction she couldn’t follow. She’d heard the rumors, the whispers, the talk of “meteor freaks” and strange occurrences around Smallville. But this? This was something else entirely.

“I thought... I thought you were just another one of those meteor freaks,” she whispered, her voice barely audible as she leaned back against the cold stone wall, lost in thought.

Clark stiffened slightly at her words, but when he saw her expression, a small smile on her face filled with understanding and acceptance, something inside him softened. He didn’t flinch. He didn’t pull away. Instead, he leaned back until his back was resting against her front. The proximity made him ache, but he didn’t care anymore. It felt right, even in the midst of all the chaos. Even as the room swirled with shadows and unanswered questions, for the first time, he felt a small sense of peace.

Y/N moved closer to him, her fingers gently grazing his skin as if offering some comfort despite the pain they both shared. “Thank you,” she whispered. “Thank you for being honest with me.”

The words hung between them like a promise, fragile and unsure, but real.

Clark’s breath hitched slightly when he felt her small kiss press to his forehead. It was soft, fleeting, but something about it made his skin burn—alive in a way he couldn’t quite explain. Maybe this was what it was supposed to feel like. To be normal. To feel cared for.

Y/N’s lips brushed his skin again, this time more than once, and the sensation sent a jolt through Clark’s entire being. Was this what regular people felt? Was it worth the pain, the isolation, the secrets? The fire in his chest flared, but in a way that didn’t hurt. It sang through him. He wondered if the pain was just part of the price of something better.

Suddenly, the spaceship in the cellar emitted a loud whirring sound, and Clark’s eyes widened in shock. A bright, blinding flash of light filled the room, surrounding them both in a wave of energy.

The pain in Y/N’s body disappeared, and with it, the fire in her veins. Her breathing slowed, steady, as if her body had just come back to life.

Clark blinked rapidly, his hands still trembling. But the storm of pain in his chest had abated as well, and he could feel something else now, something brighter, clearer.

Y/N looked down at her hands, surprised and awestruck. The glowing sensation had stopped. Her blood no longer burned, no longer felt like it was being consumed by the meteor rock. The ship had done it. It had worked.

Y/N looked back at Clark, their gazes locking for a brief, electrifying moment as they both leaned in, drawn toward something unspoken and yet undeniable. But just as the space between them began to shrink, the cellar door creaked open, and Jonathan and Martha’s heads peeked in, breaking the moment. “All good in here, kids?” Jonathan’s voice carried a mix of concern and curiosity, disrupting the quiet tension that had settled between them.

💌 💌 💌 💌

[twiishaa]

twisha’s merry christmas event! secret santa with fushiguro megumi

megumi x fem!reader, fluff! yuji and nobara organised a secret santa for all the 1st years in jujutsu high (literally just the four of you). somehow, megumi got you, his not-so-secret cursh (it was definitely rigged... somehow....).

“all right!” yuji’s voice echoed through the room. “you guys have to pick a name from my santa hat!”

to get into the festive mood, you, megumi, nobara and yuji (read: nobara and yuji) decided to do a secret santa.  the four of you were close, you guys had been on many dangerous missions together which forced you to get closer but now that it was nearing christmas, there were fewer negative emotions, and so less breeding ground for curses, meaning there were also less chances for you guys to meet up.

therefore, the most logical solution: a secret santa!

nobara went first to pick out a name, followed by yuji, then you, and lastly megumi. when megumi picked out his name, he blushed a little, then crumpled up the small sheet of paper. he was cooked.

oh, it was obvious who he got.

see, the way you were recruited was a bit… strange. you had originally been approached by nobara, megumi and yuji because megumi thought you were cute, so to tease him, the other two started a conversation. shortly after, they sensed a curse behind you, but before they could do anything, you had taken it out professionally and calmly—despite it being a 2nd grade cursed spirit, at least. ever since then, megumi had grown a certain… fondness towards you. and soon that fondness turned into a crush.

—

there was about one week until the secret santa gift exchange.

embarrassed, megumi tried to strike up a conversation with maki, and subtly ask about what to get you.

“hey megumi, what’s up? you usually never come to me for anything,” she said, preoccupied with her sparirng with panda.

“oh, you know, just…” megumi tried to play it off like it was nothing. “do you have any gift recommendations? for.. a girl?”

maki stopped for a second and looked at him.

“oh? is this for your secret santa? who’d you get?” she was more interested now, stopping completely.

sighing, megumi quietly accepted his fate and the teasing to come.

“…[name].”

maki did a fake squeal, causing megumi’s cheeks to turn bright red from embarrassment.

“ooh, isn’t that,” maki looked around outrageously before coming in to whisper in megumi’s ear, “your crush?”

“yes, she is, now just tell me what to get her!” megumi shouted a little, irritated.

maki backed off, starting to spar with panda again.

“[name], huh? get her a perfume that reminds you of her or something. girls love sappy stuff like that.”

and with that, megumi walked off and made his way to the mall, beelining to the perfume shop.

—

a few minutes hours later, megumi exited the shop, bag in hand. suddenly, he felt a tap on his shoulder; it was you. he jumped a little in shock, making you giggle and megumi’s face turn red, again.

“megumi? what are you doing here?” you asked, as he had just walked out of the perfume shop, primarily for girls.

megumi chuckled nervously. “oh, you know… christmas gifts for the family, and stuff…” he trailed off at the end.

“oh, I see!” megumi sighed a breath of relief.

“by the way, is secret santa next week?” you asked.

“uh- yeah. next week.” he replied, turning a little to face you.

you gave him a quick smile and waved, “ill see you tomorrow then, megumi!”

crisis averted?

—

the day for your secret santa arrived. you had all agreed to reveal who got who because yuji got too excited and told you his by accident. the four of you sat in a circle, the gifts in the middle.

after yuji’s turn, it was yours. picking up the bag that said your name on it. the bag looked a bit familiar… ignoring it, you opened the tissue paper wrapping. inside was a beautiful, floral perfume— it suited you perfectly.

then all the dots connected in your head. the bag, the perfume—

“oh my god, is this what you bought the other day megumi?! when I saw you in the mall?” you asked, a tone of excitement showing. megumi nodded.

“megumi, you liar! you told me it was like, your sister’s or something!” you said, laughing.

megumi laughed a little as well. “I mean, I couldn’t just say it was yours, I’m not like itadori.”

“hey!” yuji elbowed megumi in the side, causing you to laugh harder.

megumi liked the sound of your laughter. it made his heart warm.

—

a little after you guys all exchanged gifts, megumi pulled you aside while nobara and yuji were preparing some drinks.

“hey, I was wondering…” megumi began. taking a deep breath, he carried on with what he was saying.

“would you.. can I take you out on a date? like, after christmas or something?”

you stood there for a second, just processing what he said to you.

quickly, megumi added, “you don’t have to say yes! or anything.. actually, forget that I asked-” you cut him off.

“no! I would love to! megumi, have you only now noticed my very obvious crush on you? please can we go out… on a date…” megumi sighed another breath of relief.

on the other side of the room were yuji and nobara, ‘preparing the drinks’ (watching you two).

“this is our christmas reward,” nobara said, sipping at her hot chocolate; yuji nodded.

it definitely wasn’t like they rigged the names, or anything…

taglist @d0milol @hearts4hansol @kcch-ns

⋆⁺₊❅ and lastly, here's a link to the taglists! merry christmas~‧₊˚🎄✩ ₊˚🦌⊹♡

[hawksbacktattoo]

Wanna Be Yours | Miguel x Fem!Reader

Summary: reader finally confesses her feelings

Warnings: p in v, unprotected sex, creamp!e, dirty talk, smut with plot

Word count: 1.4k

Not proof read

Head lent on Miguel's shoulder while they talked with their friends, yn laughed when Hawk cracked another joke. She loved spending time with her friends, they were the light to her very dull life.

The seven of them rent a cabin for the weekend, just wanting some time to get away from the Valley. Too much toxic stuff stirring up again and they all needed a breather.

"So how's everything between you and Tory been?" Sam questioned, legs kicked up on the coffee table in front of the couch. "Pretty good, my mom invited her for dinner next week. I'm happy everything worked out." Robby gleamed, kissing Tory and pulling her closer to his side.

"What about you and hawk? Bit of an unexpected turn of events huh?" Tory chuckle, arms crossed over her chest. "For sure, couldn't stand him for a while but he has a good heart." She teased the boy, earning a offended look from Hawk. "I'm joking, I'm joking."

The group had always been pretty close but with graduation coming up, everyone had to focus on their own things. It felt good to catch up and see how things turned out for everyone. Demetri still head over heels for yasmine, which everyone was still shocked about happening.

"What about you yn, you got anyone wrapped around your finger yet?" Sam added, everyone's attention turning to her. Lifting her head from Miguel's shoulder, she glanced over at him clearing her throat.

"Uhm, no not really. Just been focusing on other things, heh." She awkwardly answered, nippling on bottom lip. "Boo, lame! No way there not someone you're interested in with the way you've been all googoo eyed recently." Hawk poked, head cocked to the side in disbelief.

She and Miguel had been spending a decent amount of time together since the whole karate thing ended. She will admit, she has been all giddy recently. "I'm sure she's telling the truth, she's been stuck with me for a while." Miguel chuckled, arm snaking over her shoulder.

She hates when he treated her like nothing but a friend. Of course he doesn't know her feelings but it still pings her heart in moments like this.

Tory looked over at yn, a smirk creeping up her lips. She was the only one who knew about her feelings for Miguel, swearing to yn that she wouldn't tell anyone. Clearing her throat, Tory took the heat off the two suggesting they should hit the beach before it gets any later.

The sand felt warm under her feet, eyes squinting from the bright sun beaming down on them. Hawk, Demetri, Robby and Miguel take off sprinting to the water, throwing the things down before diving in and splashing each other. The girls snickering at their childish friends. Sam followed not to longer after, hopping onto Hawks back.

Laying on her stomach, eyes scanning over words in her book. "When are you gonna tell him how you feel?" Tory suddenly spoke, rubbing sun screen on her legs. Pausing, yn lifted her self up on her elbows and looked up at her. "I've been meaning to for a while now. I'm just worried he won't feel the same, ya know?" Yn didn't want to risk her friendship with Miguel because of her own feelings. He meant the world to her.

"I think you worry too much, you'll never know unless you try." She stood, helping yn up with her and they headed towards the water. "The sooner the better." She finished, dipping herself into the cool water.

Sighing she stepped into the water, the temperature change making her shiver. The group played around for a while, playing Marco Polo, chicken and just splashing around until it fell dark.

Back at the cabin, everyone went up to their rooms besides yn. Turning on the backlight, she climbed into the hot tub. A sigh of relief falling from her lips as she sunk down into the warm water. Head resting on the edge of the hot tub she looked up at the sky, admiring how pretty the stars look.

Hearing the sliding door close, she turned her head to see a smiling miguel making his way over. "I see we had the same idea." He chuckled, kicking his sandals off and slipping in next to her. Yn just chuckled in response, focus turning back to the stars above them.

They sat in silence for some time, just enjoying the quiet air and the warm water. Thinking to herself, yn decided it's now or never. Arms slouching to her sides as she sat up.

"Hey mig, can I talk to you about something?" Her words almost came out as a whisper, nervousness washing over her when he looked down at her. "Yeah what's up?" He smiled, resting his arms on the edge.

Taking a deep breath and exhaling hard, her lips pierced together. Her heart was pounding in her chest but she knew it was for the best. "There's no other way to put this but.. I have feeling for you. I have for a while now, I've been trying to find rhe courage to tell you but I just didn't want to risk everything we already have." She spoke quick. Eyes snapping away from him and to the water to calm her nerves.

Miguel didn't say anything for a while, tongue gliding over his teeth as he thought. The silence was killing yn, heart racing faster from anticipation. "Glad you had the confidence I didn't." He finally spoke, breaking the silence.

Yns head snapped up, lips parting to speak only to be met with a kiss instead. Her eyes were wide, freezing momentarily as she tried to process everything that was happening. Pulling away from her lips, Miguel sighed relieved. "You don't know how much I've wanted to make you mine." He hummed, forehead pressed against hers.

"Then show me." She whispered and he listened. Pulling her into his lap he kissed her again, this time it was full of determination. Fingers finding the loop of her bikini top and pulling it. The thin fabric dropping into the water between them. "Make me scream for you." She muttered, fingers tangled in his curls as she nibbled on his lip.

The look of desire in his eyes was to die for. Yn squeaked feeling miguel rip her bottoms off of her. Yanking his swim shorts down, he lined himself before saying, "I'll have you screaming my name." And guiding her down his length.

He slid in so easily, a hungry groan rumbling in his throat. Biting down on her lip, yn sighed as he bottomed out, fingers digging deep into her hips. "Fvck me hard Diaz." She teased, tongue gliding over his jawline.

Brows furrowing, Miguel lifted her up before slamming her back down on to his cvck. Smirking when she moaned and gripped on to his shoulders. He repeated this a few more times, loving the way she cried when his hips slammed into hers. "Where's that cocky attitude now." He scoffed, wrapping his arms around her torso before fucking up into her fast.

The water splashed out of the hot tub on top the concrete every time Miguel thrusted up. Yn began biting down on her hand as her moan ripped through her. The way his tip brushed against her g spot had her seeing stars. "Yes Miguel fvck!" She cried out, head falling into her crook of his neck.

Moving her hips to meet his thrust, yn tremble in his arms. The way he sounded beneath her was magical, sucking in air and letting out a shakey breath. She could tell his was getting close.

Eyes closing, Miguel threw his head back. "Fvck yn, just like that." He moaned, hips stopping as she began slamming herself down onto him, fingers raking down his bare chest.

Feeling his climax rush through him, Miguel gripped her hips holding her still. Breathless moans spewing from his lips. "Sh!t.." He huffed out, holding her closer to his chest.

"So does this mean I'm yours." Yn spoke, voice hoarse and quiet. "Of course." He smiled, pressing a kiss for her forehead before splashing her with water.

"I'm gonna be sick." Demetri groaned, the two snapping their heads in that direction. There stood their group of friends, towels at hand and ready to get in the hot tub. "Well there goes that idea." Robby laughed, tossing Miguel his towel before heading back into the house, the rest following behind him.

Yn and Miguel looked at each other before bursting into a fit of laughter. "Demetri isn't gonna let us live this down." Miguel laughed out, pulling his shorts up and stepping out the tub. "Trust me I know." Yn smiled, taking Miguel's hand as he helped her out, covering her with the towel.

"You're so beautiful." He praised, arms wrapping around her with a accomplished smile.

[h3eb4e]

ʟᴀᴛᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴠɪᴅᴇᴏ ғʀᴇɴᴢʏ

ʙғ!ᴊᴀᴋᴇ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ - 𝟾𝟶𝟹 ᴡᴏʀᴅs ᴏғ sᴍᴜᴛ!. 𐦍༘⋆

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ ┊͙ ˘͈ᵕ˘͈

Simple, Jake woke up in the night feeling horny.

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs! ʀɪᴅɪɴɢ, ᴊᴀᴋᴇ ᴊᴜʀᴋs ᴏғғ, ᴛɪɴʏ ʙɪᴛ ᴏғ ᴅᴇɢʀᴀᴅᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ʙʀᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ (ʏᴡ), ᴛʜᴇʏ ʟᴏᴡᴋ ᴀʀᴇ ʙᴏᴛʜ sᴏ ғʀᴇᴀᴋʏ (sᴏᴍᴇ sᴘᴀɴᴋɪɴɢ)

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:

Jake had tossed and turned, he threw his sheets off, feeling to hot. He turned his head to the side, looking to where you were sleeping beside him. You were wearing a lose but tight tank top, your bottom half in nothing but your panties, leaving little to his imagination.

You layed on your stomach, one of your legs up to your chest, showing right where your pussy would be on display. He didn't want to wake you up, you looked so peaceful sleeping. What kind of boyfriend would he be to wake you up just to slide his cock in your warm entrance?

He turned onto his back, looking down at his sweatpants, seeing the prominent bulge. His hand grabbed his cock over his sweatpants, biting his lip to try and stifle the moan that just begged, pleaded to slip out between his soft lips. "Fuck..." He whispered softly.

He opened his phone, turning the brightness all the way down, getting his headphones. He opened the secret stash of all your homemade porn videos, scrolling until he found the right one. He found when that was took infront of a full length mirror, you were holding up the phone, riding him. You couldn't see his face, only his legs and pelvis, and the shine of his cock every time you moved up.

His hands wrapped tightly around your waist, his toes clenching into the sheets. God, he'd to anything to recreate that night. His hand slipped under his briefs and sweatpants, moaning as he felt his bare cock against his soft hand, but your hand was softer. He wanted you, not his fucking fist.

He squeezed his cock, his tip leaking involuntarily. His thumb moved a couple times over the shiny, wet slit. His jaw dropped slightly, his eyebrows furrowed. "Fucking shit..." He whispered.

"Jake..?" Almost instinct, he removed his hand, turning to you. You were looking at him, he couldn't read your expression. "Pretty- I was just-" He panicked. "You could've woke me up..." You cut him off.

"What did you think about? What are you watching, hm?" You turned over, moving closer to him, your fingers gently tracing over his abs. "I-I was watching our videos...the one we made after the party..." He breathed out roughly. 

"Oh yeah? You miss that night?" You smiled, your fingers going lower and lower. He bit his lip, nodding frantically. "I'll give you what you want." You mumbled, pulling his pants and briefs down fully so that it pooled around his feet. You pulled your panties to the side, turning around so he could only see your back, your ass in view underneath your panties.

"Wanna fuck you so bad...I tried to be quiet...but your always running through my mind..." He leaned forward, placing kisses on your back before falling back down, his head against the soft pillows. 

You grabbed his cock from under you, lining him up. Your warmers enveloped him, and god, it felt like heaven to him, heaven to you just as much. You slid down, before going right up again, setting this steady but sloppy pattern. One of his hands rested on your ass, gripping and kneading it, the other resting under his head. "Yeah pretty...riding me so good...shit."

You threw your head back, switching every now and then from bouncing, to rolling your hips, to bouncing again. "Jakey.." You moaned out. "Mhmmm...so pretty...love you so fucking much...such a good girl...yeah..." He rambled. You felt a tight coil in your stomach, and you went faster. When you tightened, that made Jake feel even better.

He threw his head back. "Holy fuck, squeezing me so fucking tight, i'm gonna fucking cum, fucking breed this pussy. You'd like that huh? You'd like me filling up your slutty pussy with my fucking babies?"  He rambled again. He spanked you, making you fall forward, your face resting on his leg. "U-ugh!" You were drooling on his leg. 

"F-fucking cumming, shit shit shit- I love you, I love you-" He got cut off from the spurts filling you up, his body tensing, cock twitching inside of you. 

Your back arched as you came right after him, gripping whatever was closest to you. After a few moments of staying there in silence, he helped you to lay on your back, pushing your hair back and placing a gentle kiss on it. With shaky legs, he went up to go to the bathroom, wetting a towel with warm water and cleaning you gently. "Thank you..." You whispered. "No, thank you." He gave you that smile, rubbing your thigh softly. He made you drink some water, before climbing in next to you.

"I can finally sleep now." He mumbled tiredly, but smiling brightly. "Mhmm..." You smiled too, stroking his cheek. You both need to make more videos sometime.

[luvely-stories]

Miss-tery

‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙

Nanami and Itadori get a bite to eat and meet someone Nanamis very close with

‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙

Yuji groans as he stretches his sore muscles, that curse really made him work for that defeat. Thankfully he could do it all by himself and impress Nanami in the process. Speaking of which, where was he?

As if on cue Nanami came from behind a wall, putting his phone in his pocket as he walks over to the bright eyed student.

“Nanamin! Is Ijichi here yet?”

Yuji asks as walks over to Nanami, only for him to shake his head.

“Traffics terrible at this time, it’ll be a bit before he’s here.”

Nanami sighs before looking around then looking at Yuji.

“Are you hungry Itadori?”

“Always!”

Yuji beams as Nanami nods and starts walking into the town nearby.

Yuji followed happily, a smile coming on his face. He’d heard from Ino before how Nanami was a giant foodie and well aware of all the best food places no matter where in Japan they were.

He would drool as he heard his senior talk about the places he was taken, from the hole in the walls to the nicest restaurant. If Nanami took you there, you know it’s going to be great.

“Are you in the mood for anything?”

“Mmm maybe some chicken?”

The corners of Nanamis lips tugged up slightly before facing forward again.

“Well then, I know just the place.”

‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ

The bell above the door jingled slightly as they entered the restaurant. It was a small building cozily tucked away from the cities loud noises.

The place was dimly lit with hanging lights scattered on the ceiling alongside fake pink flowers. The wall had a simple painting of the mountains with a long branch from a tree reaching over the emptiness that the mountain didn’t touch.

Nanami stepped to the hostess stand and waiting patiently, Yuji following quickly behind him.

“Are you sure it’s open?”

Yuji whispers, looking around at the very cute but very empty restaurant. Nanami nodded as he stared at his watch for a couple of seconds before the doors of the kitchen opened. Out came a pretty lady whose eyes went bright as they landed on and Nanami.

“Well hello stranger!”

You giggles as you walks over to the stand, picking up two menus. Nanami took off his glasses and stared at the you fondly before looking at Yuji.

“Itadori, meet the owner of this lovely restaurant.”

“Oh you’re Itadori! It’s a pleasure, I’ve heard so much about you!”

You give him a bright smile as you introduce yourself before sitting them down at a table. Scanning through the menu, you look at Nanami with a smirk.

“I already know what you want, unless you’re planning on finally changing it?”

Nanami let out a small laugh and shook his head as he handed the menu to her.

“Maybe one day.”

He smiles as you rolls your eyes playfully. Yuji eyes moved between you and Nanami as he tries to figure out what’s going on. He’d never seen Nanami smile and laugh this much in such a short amount of time.

He eyed Nanami suspiciously before looking down at the menu, everything sounded so good! How was he gonna pick?

“I suggest the Yakitori. It’s delicious.”

You suggested, as if you could read the young sorcerers mind. Glancing down at where it’s described the Yakitori. All things considered it sounded great.

“In my opinion everything she cooks is great.”

“Oh stop it you!”

Now Yuji was really confused. Nanami? Throwing around compliments? Making a smile and laugh?! Maybe on the way back Nanami was kidnapped and replaced by a curse cuz this was not the stone faced man he knew.

“You ready?”

You called out, pulling him out of his thoughts. Panicking slightly Yuji scanned through the menu.

“Huh-? Oh yeah! I’ll have the Yakitori and a soda please!”

“Good choices!”

You smile at him before turning over to Nanami.

“I’ll be back soon.”

You smiled before you were off again.

‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉ ・ʚ˚̣̣̣͙

You had come back with their dishes and served then, planning on going back to the host stand and waiting but Nanami sweet talked you into staying (a skill Yuji never knew he had). So here you were, talking and laughing at the table as him and Nanami ate their food.

“And this guy had the nerve to act like I didn’t seem him put his hair in! Like sir I was right there when you did it?!”

“The audacity of some people.”

Nanami shakes his head as you tell your story animatedly. Yuji watched you two very curiously as you talked. Usually Nanami wouldn’t have much to say when it came to storytelling, a hum here or a nod there, but with you? Yuji didn’t have a doubt in his mind Nanami was hanging onto every word you said.

“Oh but enough about me, how are you two? Enjoying the food?”

You ask, beaming at the two as they nodded. The second the heavenly smell of your food hit Yujis nose he was chowing down like there was no tomorrow.

“It’s delicious ma’am!”

“I’m so happy you think so! And how about you Mr Nanami? How’s the meal you always get?”

You ask with a knowing smirk. Nanami lets out a small huff as he brings his final spoonful of Unagi to his mouth.

“I’m a man of routine.”

“Oh do I know that.”

You giggle, rolling your eyes. A buzz comes from Nanamis phone that pulls him away from the conversation for a moment. Curious, you and Yuji try to look at the message to no avail. Nanami frowns as he looks at the text, standing up as he fixes his tie.

“Itadori, we have to go. Ijichis out waiting for us.”

You and Yuji frown as he leaves the seats, Yuji wished he could stay longer but sighs as he gets up.

“Bye Ma’am! Thanks for the food!”

Yuji waves as him and Nanami leave. Nanami opens the door, staring back at you as Yuji walks off content. You look back at Nanami with a soft smile as you pick up their dishes.

“Don’t be home too late, ok Kento?”

“I won’t, see you soon dear.”

Shutting the door Nanami catches up with Yuji and they walk in comfortable silence for a moment, at least comfortable for Nanami. Yuji would stare at him periodically, lips pressed tightly together as he contemplated on asking Nanami about the woman before forgetting about it.

After the fifth time Nanami was starting to get annoyed. Looking at Yuji through his glasses, he speaks coolly.

“Itadori, if there’s something on your mind you can tell me.”

Yuji stops in his tracks as he’s called out, face going pale and eyes going wide. Yuji sighs before taking a deep breath. Well here goes nothing.

“It’s really nothing I was just…curious.”

“About?”

“Well it’s just you and that restaurant owner seem really close and I was just a little curious about it?”

Yuji asks nervously as he looked at the older man only to see him with an easy smirk as they walked.

“Is that all? Well if you’re really curious she’s my wife.”

“Oooh! That makes sense!”

Yuji exclaims before happily walking. So he wasn’t imagining things! It makes total sense Nanami would treat his wife so-

Wait,

“Nanami you have a wife?!”

[artvscvntymullet]

CHAPTERS OF US - ARTHUR TV

content warnings : a small argument, but nothing really !

word count : 2500 words

A/N : i literally owe my lungs to @smzyyx thank you for the suggestion of the fic, literally saved my writers block !! check her page out guys, the fics fucking slay each time

masterlist here !!

THE BOOKSTORE :

It had been raining all afternoon, soft and rhythmic, the kind that seemed to quiet the whole city into stillness. You’d ducked into the bookstore partly for shelter, partly because the smell of old pages and quiet corners was better than whatever your day had planned for you. Your fingers skimmed along a familiar row — fiction, alphabetised by author — looking for something that felt right.

You weren’t expecting company.

But the second you rounded the corner into the next aisle, you stopped short, nearly colliding into someone.

“Ah—shit, I'm so sorry, are you OK?,” came the voice before anything else, warm. A little startled, but still amused.

You looked up and caught him — tall, curly-haired, wearing a navy jumper and the kind of slightly sleepy expression that meant he’d probably lost track of time in here. He had a copy of The Secret History tucked under one arm and the faintest dimple in his left cheek.

Your eyes met for a second too long.

“No harm done,” you said, offering a polite smile as you stepped back.

“Do you always approach people like that? Full speed in the fiction section?” he teased.

You laughed, shaking your head. “Only when they’re standing between me and my next book.”

He followed your gaze and nodded toward the book in your hand. “Rebecca. Classic, eerie and a bit tragic.”

“And you’ve got The Secret History,” you countered, tilting your head. “Lots of murder. I’m sensing a pattern.”

“I like a little drama,” he said with a shrug. “Have you ever read it?”

You shook your head. “It’s on my list.”

He smiled then, a genuine one — soft, but bright enough to stay with you. “Arthur,” he said, offering his hand.

You gave him your name, took his hand for a brief second. It was warm, grounding.

“Well,” he said, stepping aside, “I’ll let you get back"

“Thanks,” you said, though you lingered a moment longer before walking away.

Neither of you asked for numbers, no flirting past that moment. But as you turned to leave and the bell over the door chimed, you caught him glancing up from his book — just once — like he was trying to remember the shape of your smile.

THE PARTY :

Chris, Arthur Hill and George’s flat was loud in that cosy, mismatched way they always managed — too many people, music spilling out of old speakers, and the scent of takeaway and cheap wine in the air.

You hadn’t planned to stay long, but then, from across the room, you saw Arthur.

He was leaning against the kitchen doorway, cup in hand, in conversation with someone you couldn’t see. He was wearing a jacket this time, charcoal grey over a white t-shirt, curls messier and mullet longer than you remembered. When his eyes landed on you, he did a double take, his expression flickering from surprise to something softer — recognition. That same dimple.

“Well, well,” he said, pushing off the wall and weaving through the crowd toward you. “Fancy seeing you here.”

You smiled, raising your drink in mock salute. “Plot twist, huh?”

“Didn’t think I’d see you again,” he said with a grin.

“I didn’t think you remembered me.”

He gave you a look like that was the most stupid thing he’d heard all night. “Hard to forget someone who nearly ran into me with a copy of Rebecca.”

“Fair enough,” you laughed.

“How do you know George?” he asked, stepping a little closer, the music made it easier to justify the space between you.

“Mutual friends, we went to uni together for about ten minutes before I dropped my major and switched to lit.”

He raised a brow, interested. “Ah, that explains the bookstore.”

“And the overuse of grammar in texts,” you added.

He grinned again. “I should get your number, then. For, you know… literary debates.”

“Oh, definitely, philosophical questions like: is it morally acceptable to turn corners of pages?”

His expression turned mock-serious. “I swear no one does that.”

You reached for your phone and handed it to him. He typed his name in — Arthur TV — and hesitated for a second before handing it back.

And just like that, the story shifted.

THE FIRST DATE :

He picked you up on a Friday night, wearing a button-down that made him look handsome and charming. The bar he chose was tucked between two shops, dimly lit, the kind of place with jazz humming softly under the clink of glasses.

“I’ve been wanting to try this place for ages,” he said, as he pulled your chair out. “Figured if the food’s bad, at least the company’s good.”

You smirked. “Confident.”

He held up his bottle in a toast. “Optimistic.”

You talked for hours — about books, music, the worst dates you'd ever had, your dream cities, and why you both moved to London. At one point, he leaned forward and asked, “What’s something you’ve never told anyone on a first date?”

You thought about it. Then said quietly, “I write. Poems, mostly.”

He didn’t laugh, didn’t tease. Just smiled, warm and sure. “I’d love to read one someday.”

After dinner, he walked you home, your fingers brushing now and then until he laced them together.

At your building, he stopped. “Can I kiss you?” he asked, his voice low, careful. You nodded, heart racing.

The kiss was soft, slow. When he pulled back, he whispered, “Told you I was optimistic.”

THE SIX MONTHS :

Arthur was pacing in front of the oven, a dish towel slung over his shoulder like it meant something. You leaned against the counter, sipping wine and trying not to laugh as he peered into the pot for the third time in two minutes.

“I feel like I should be worried,” you teased.

“You should be,” he muttered. “This was supposed to be ready twenty minutes ago, and I think I burnt the garlic.”

You crossed the room and bumped his hip lightly with yours. “You’re adorable when you’re stressed.”

“I’m trying to be romantic,” he said, looking genuinely flustered. “You deserve candles and perfect pasta and a playlist that doesn’t shuffle wrong.”

You wrapped your arms around his waist from behind, on your tiptoes, resting your cheek between his shoulder blades. “I already have everything I wanted. You, me, our song playing quietly, something probably edible on the stove.”

He exhaled, turning in your arms. “You’re very forgiving.”

The pasta turned out slightly overcooked but warm and comforting, like everything else he gave you. He lit two crooked candles anyway, and when you teased him about the uneven wax drips, he grinned and said, “It’s called charm.”

Later, after the plates were stacked haphazardly and you’d changed into his oversized jumper, you sat curled up on the couch together, legs tangled.

“You know,” he said quietly, tracing circles against your knee, “this is the longest I’ve ever been with someone and not felt the need to run.”

You turned your face toward him. “Have you been tempted?”

“No,” he said without hesitation. “That’s the thing. I feel like I could build a life with you.”

You swallowed hard, heart fluttering like he’d handed you something too delicate to hold. “I feel that too,” you said.

THE ARGUMENT :

It was small. At first. He forgot to text you back one evening — plans left in limbo, a dinner reservation gone cold, your new dress, wrinkled from waiting on the couch too long.

You told yourself not to be upset. But when he showed up at your door with breathless apologies and no real reason, you couldn’t help it. “I just waited, Arthur. For hours.”

“I know, I know, I’m so sorry—”

“But you could’ve said something. Anything, you always do. So what changed tonight?”

He paused, rubbed a hand over the back of his neck, guiltily. “I lost track of time. Today was a mess. I just shut down a bit.”

You stood still, arms folded. “If you’re going to shut me out, I need to know. I can’t guess when it’s me, or when it’s everything else.”

“I’m not shutting you out,” he said, too fast, too rehearsed. “I just needed space.”

“That’s fine. But space doesn’t mean disappearing.”

The silence after that wasn’t cruel, just heavy.

He left that night with a quiet, “I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” and a hesitant brush of your hand.

THE MORNING AFTER :

It rained the next morning — a gentle, persistent drizzle that made the morning feel softer, but bleak somehow.

You heard the knock around 9 am.

When you opened the door, Arthur stood there holding two coffees and a paper bag of pastries, curls damp from the walk. “I didn’t want to text,” he said quietly. “Didn’t feel like enough.”

You stepped aside without saying anything. He set the coffees down, turned to you.

“I’m sorry,” he said again. “You were right. I got overwhelmed and instead of saying that, I disappeared. I won’t do that again, promise.”

You nodded, biting your lip. “I don’t need you to be perfect. Just present. With me.”

He stepped closer, gently brushing a piece of hair behind your ear. “I am. I want to be with you, always.”

You melted into him then, burying your face in his jumper, and he held you like he never wanted to let go.

You ate the pastries cross-legged on the couch, your head on his shoulder, your fingers tangled.

THE MOVE IN :

It started with little things. A draw. A hoodie here, a toothbrush there.

And then one night, over takeaway, Arthur looked up and said, “So, do we keep beating around the bush, or do you just move in already?”

You blinked. “Are you sure? I snore sometimes. And I leave tea mugs everywhere.”

“I'm positive. I want to trip over your shoes every morning and argue over who takes the bin out”

You moved in three weeks later. The first few weeks were bliss and chaos — mismatched furniture, your books invading his shelves, arguing over duvet covers and whether it was acceptable to have fairy lights in the living room (yes).

There were nights of falling asleep mid-conversation and mornings of lazy coffee on the balcony, feet in his lap, sun warming your cheek.

One evening, as he watched you reading on the couch in his hoodie, he said softly, “Feels like home now.”

THE PROPOSAL :

It wasn’t a grand gesture.

It was late autumn, chilly and crisp, and he took you back to the little bookshop where you first met.

He led you to the very same aisle — fiction, alphabetised by author — and said, “Do you remember this spot?”

You smiled, heart catching in your throat. “You mean when I nearly knocked you over?”

He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a worn copy of Rebecca. Inside was a folded slip of paper and a tiny velvet box tucked between the pages.

You stared, Arthur knelt.

“From the moment we met, every chapter’s been better than the last. And I want the rest of the story to be us — every folded-over page, everything life throws at us, every quiet Sunday. Will you marry me?”

You didn’t speak right away — just nodded, eyes glassy, before whispering, “Yes. Yes. Of course.”

When he slid the ring on your finger, it felt like the final sentence of one chapter — and the first line of the next.

[chilschuck]

omg… thinking abt chil reconnecting w his ex wife and becoming platonic besties. imagine they talk about it finding love again (chil’s ex has a new gf)… chil realises he’s caught feelings for reader… his ex teasing him about it…

`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ OMG ANON THIS HAD ME GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEET, WAHHHH. SUCH A CUTE IDEA!!!! it’s currently 2 am but i had to get this out for you since you’ve been waiting a while!!! it was so much fun!! <33

— ALL BECAUSE OF YOU.

꒰ info: ꒱ chilchuck x gn!reader

꒰ warnings: ꒱ none, sfw!! some cussing ofc lol

꒰ wc: ꒱ 586

✦ tumblr deleted this before i could post it twice so let’s pray it posts this time, LOL. short but sweet, i hope you enjoy!!! <333

“So… Who are they?”

That simple question was enough to make him choke on his drink. Was he that easy to read? Catching his breath, the half-foot immediately sputtered.

“What are you talking about?” Yet, the knowing look on her face said it all. Even if they had been separated for this long, she could still figure out just what he was hiding. So much for trying to keep some things personal…

“You have this expression, this content smile I haven’t seen in years, Chilchuck. Someone’s making you happy.” Her tone was not condescending in the slightest, rather content with this new revelation. Her words caused his cheeks to flush, more than the ale in his cup could.

And she was right. He was coming to terms with his feelings; and even the thought of you was enough to make him whole again. The fact it was so obvious was rather embarrassing, and he could feel the tips of his ears burn.

“Yeah, yeah… I guess you figured it out before I got a chance to tell you.”

They were nothing like they used to be, having settled on staying close through friendship. Although this maybe would’ve been hard to do in the past, Chilchuck felt more peaceful than he thinks he has in years. There was something about you that lit fire to his senses in ways he had long forgotten, and he found himself seeking you out more than he’d like to admit.

“I’ve told you plenty about my new girlfriend, now it’s your turn to spill. What are they like? It’s a sight to see you this happy.”

It was something only someone who really knew him could see; the change in his demeanor, the light in his eyes, the smile that threatened to spill from the corners of his lips. And it was all because of you.

“You’re going to laugh when I tell you how I met them,” he began, licking the ale from his lips in thought. “Laios’ party. I really ended up eating my own words about inner party romance, huh?” The last sentence came out in a grumble, one that caused her to laugh.

“Wow, they made you go against your own rules? Must be a keeper.”

And you were. Warm, but not enough to burn. Bright, but not blindingly so. Sweet, but not sickening. Chilchuck found himself feeling like a teenager again when it came to you. He bit his tongue.

“So you’re going to confess to them, right?” She teased, prodding his shoulder. “Look at you, blushing like a schoolboy. Must be serious.”

He opened his mouth to retort, before closing it again. The words died before he could speak, the full gravity of his feelings for you hitting him like a freight train. Burying his head in his arms, he groaned. “Shit…”

Chilchuck was doomed. Yet even as his head spiraled from a mixture of the alcohol and his new found love, it always went back to you. You, and your smiles, and your laugh, and your touch. There weren’t enough curse words he could possibly growl out in this moment to make himself feel better.

His ex wife laughed again, patting him on the back and stirring him from his thoughts. “Jeez, you really are a schoolboy. Maybe you should give them a love letter while you’re at it. Might be smart, actually.”

That’s how the rest of their time together went; two close friends musing about the ability to find love again. All because of you.

— dividers by @/cafekitsune! <3

[lamentationsofalonelypotato]

What Are You Doing?

Pairing: Soldier Boy x f!reader, Reader POV, Soldier Boy POV

Summary:  Asking Ben to help you hide Easter eggs turns out to be a bad idea. Takes place after my Take A Chance On Me Series!

Tropes: Established Relationship

Word Count: 1K

Warnings: Cursing, Teasing, Fluff, LOVE, Sexual Innuendo, References to later sex, Ben/Soldier Boy might be a little bit OOC. Guys it's mostly fluffy.

Note: This is told from Reader's perspective. Any references to the reader is made using you or your. There is minimal use of y/n. I tried my best to proofread, but nobody's perfect. If you don’t like, don’t read, but if you do like, you’re my favorite!

Internal monologue is in italics and is in first person.

A/N: I really just wanted to write something really quick for the two of them. This is literally just cutesy and I had a random vision of a drabble and needed to write it down 🤣

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You shade your eyes with your right hand as you peer upwards at where Ben hangs from a tree limb fifteen feet off the ground. His jaw is set in determination, focused at the task at hand while a bright pink Easter basket loaded full of eggs hangs from the crook of his elbow.

“Hey babe?” You call hesitantly.

Ben grunts in response, not looking away from the task at hand.

“Um, whatcha doing?”

“I’m doing what you asked Petals, I’m helping you hide eggs.” Ben shouts back, as he places a brightly colored plastic egg in a nook of the tree, hanging by one arm.

I swear I turn my back for one second.

“Well, yes I can see that.” You say clearing your throat. “But you realize this is for toddlers right?"

The wind picks up, sifting through your hair and rustling the bottom of your pastel lavender colored Easter dress that you'd picked up when Annie and you went thrift shopping last weekend.

You’d brought Ben home for Easter with you, hoping that a few days out of the city would be relaxing. You'd envisioned sitting out on your grandmother's back porch at sunset with Ben, watching the sun drop low on the horizon, turning the sky a radiant orange before it dipped behind the trees or walking through the small town hand and hand to get a scoop of ice cream or even just Ben sitting and reading the paper while you tended to the garden.

But all of that had been ruined the moment you went to the grocery store to pick up a few things for your grandmother. Annie's mother had cornered you in the frozen food section between the potatoes and the fish sticks and roped you into helping with the annual Easter egg hunt that your hometown hosted in the town square every year.

So instead of watching the sunset, last night you'd spent several hours in your grandmother's kitchen stuffing plastic Easter eggs with candy. And this morning when you'd woke up at the crack of dawn, you'd asked Ben if he would come with you help hide them.

He hadn't been enthusiastic about it, as you expected, and spent the entire ride to the square griping and groaning about all the other things that he could be doing.

"Of course I do." He says while reaching into his basket for another egg, the motion making the candy within rattle against the plastic sides like an angry swarm of bees.

"Last time I checked there weren't any 15 feet tall toddlers walking around the neighborhood." You arch an eyebrow, still peering up at him from underneath your hand. "Unless there's a Honey I Blew Up the Kid situation I don't know about."

The morning sun was almost blinding, sending the imprint of the overarching branches and rustling leaves scuttling over your skin.

"They might as well learn now that life isn't easy." Ben drops from the tree and lands in a perfect crouch in front of where you're standing, somehow managing not to drop a single egg from the basket on his arm.

"Uh-huh. Well, I think that the kids might want the candy more than the life lesson Gramps."

Ben shrugs. "They gotta learn sometime. The new generation has gotten soft-"

"They're toddlers Ben, of course they're soft." You laugh, looking out and noticing a few of the other eggs Ben has hidden.

How did he get to the top of the gazebo?

You squint your eyes to look beyond the gazebo in the center of the town square to the small pond beyond, noticing a few colorful circles bobbing in the water that look suspiciously like Easter eggs.

Maybe we should have had a talk about appropriate hiding places.

Ben only rolls his eyes, as he nears you. "I was only doing what you fucking asked." He grouses with narrowed eyes. "I don't know why you're so pissed at me."

"Ben I'm not mad. It was so sweet of you to come help." You say, taking a step forward and gently smoothing out the wrinkles on the front of his shirt, watching as the tension in his shoulders relaxes beneath your touch. "You did such a good job baby." You murmur pressing kisses along his jaw, feeling the prickle of stubble you love so much against your lips. "But how about I take over for a little bit? Hmm? And you can go back to the house, relax for a little bit, have a glass of whiskey-" You purr, nuzzling your nose into the shadow of Ben's jaw.

"Fine." Ben sighs while he runs his large hands down your body to settle on your hips. His grip tightens on your waist, as he leans his face down, lips brushing against the curve of your ear. "But when you get home I expect you to do a few things for me."

"Like painting Easter Eggs?" You smirk, threading your fingers into his hair at the back of his head. "Because that's one of my favorite things to do-"

Ben smirks. "If we're going to do that, then I might as well take off your dress. Wouldn't want something to happen to it. Plus, I can think of something else you like to do."

"Hmm. I don't know I really wanted to paint those eggs-"

"I can think of something else you can paint."

"You're incorrigible." You sigh with a laugh.

"Call me whatever you want Petals," He purrs into your ear, slipping his hands down your backside. "As long as I get you all to myself later I don't care."

"Fine. I promise that I'll come home right after all of this is done." You say before dragging his face down to yours for a long kiss that pulls the breath from your lungs and makes your toes curl in your sandals.

When Ben drives away in your grandmother's pick-up you sigh, turning back to the town square.

At least they weren't hardboiled eggs. Can't imagine the smell if the kids didn't find them all.

A/N: See silly little thing, but it was nice to write for them again. 💗 Happy Easter Everyone 🐣🌸

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[vintagesimstress]

Northern & Southern European Dyes Palette(s)

It's been almost exactly two years since I made my Iron Age Palette. To celebrate that anniversary... No, you know what, actually not, it's a total coincidence 😅 I was working on a new thing and started wondering about this and that; to not bore you with the details, let's just say that one thing let to another and of course I ended up revisiting the very basics. So here it is! Not one, but TWO new colour palettes for our oldtime-y sims. Based on the lives of my Britons at some point in 1st century CE, shortly before the Roman conquest.

An important note: the southern palette is actually rather an add-on than a separate palette. As in, Romans would surely have access to the dyes from the northern palette as well. But as stated above, I made this whole thing from the viewpoint of a British Celt, hence we have two palettes: one with dyes which he could just obtain from native plants and the other with those he'd have to import. The southerners were more blessed in this aspect :]

You can download PDF files for both of those palettes and .txt files to be used in Paint.net (put them in Documents\paint.net User Files\Palettes). EDIT: the amazing @kyrassimhoard went ahead and made the .aco version of the palettes for all the Photoshop users! Thank you so much Kyra (also, special thanks to @aheathen-conceivably for double checking them for me 💗)

DOWNLOAD them on my Patreon! (always free, no early access etc.)

Apart from a bunch of visual changes (maybe the font will actually be readable this time? Gasp!), there's some new stuff in the palettes themselves (duh). Let's take a quick look, shall we?

undyed wool - hard to call it a dye, lol, but ofc it had to be here. The so-called primitive sheep of the Brittonic era looked quite different from what we imagine when we think 'sheep', and they most certainly came not only in white, but also in many shades of brown or even black. Perfect for making a colourful garment even without any dyes;

birch leaves - easy to obtain, easy to dye; almost no changes here, other than one added shade which used to be under 'mixed ingredients' before;

birch bark - OK, I don't remember where I took the old colours from, but I'm afraid I was being too optimistic. Birch bark gives rather pinkish than reddish shades; actually, it needs a looooooong soak and proper pH to turn anything but very bright, subtle pink. But it seems you can get them and they don't wash out that easily, so - there you go;

elderberry - here I was for sure being too optimistic, especially with that one pretty, saturated blue shade which got thrown away. From what I've read (and seen in photos...), elderberry is a very tricky dye, not particularly water- and lightfast. 'Not particularly' is mildly put - it just washes out in no time, leaving you either with a very pale or very greyish shade of the once vibrant colour. Adjusted accordingly (and they're still too pretty tbh);

apple leaves/twigs - that's a bit of a tricky point, because the Internet claims it was only Romans who brought apples to Britain. But at the same time apple cider was Britain's national drink allegedly already during the Celtic times. Heck, Welsh mythical island of Avalon literally means 'isle of apples', and mythology tends to be... you know... old. Huh? After a bit of research on the topic I'm inclined to believe that what Romans really brought with them were big, sweet apples and their organised cultivation; but small, tart, 'untasty' varieties did exist in Britain even before, growing in the wild. Perfect for making cider - or dyes 😉;

nettle - no changes here. Easy, cheap, grows everywhere, just that the colours are probably not something you'd wear to a party;

hedge bedstraw - seems it's growing everywhere in Britain, so it's plausible the ancients would've made use of it;

lichen - aaaaalriiight, now, that is a big discovery! Beautiful shades and absolutely possible to obtain from the varieties growing on the British Isles. One of the most crucial omissions from my old palette, here finally in its full glory.

That was it for the northern palette. And the southern? Glad you asked:

weld - previously called 'dyer's rocket', but no one in the whole wide natural dyeing Internet calls it that. Beautiful, vibrant, very steady yellow; won't give away even if you overdye it with indigo or woad. It's native to the Mediterranean and while it was cultivated in Britain in later centuries, I have no reason to believe that was also the case in 1 c. CE. I dub it imported;

madder - I keep reading that it's giving saturated red shades, but I have yet to see anyone dye a skein of yarn deep red with madder only. All that keeps popping up in pictures are gentle, pinkish reds, so that's what I included in my palette too. The orange comes from changed pH of the water;

woad - OK, that's my most epic fail of all. To make a Celtic palette and not include woad?! Putting aside the whole matter of Britons possibly maybe but actually maybe not using it to paint their faces (a very controversial matter, let's not go there 😅), woad was the blue dye in those times. Indigo was far away and while it was being imported to Rome, afaik it was used mostly for painting, not cloth dyeing; and besides, as crazy as it may sound, woad seems to do the job better. Seriously. Higher water and light fastness. The question is, was it cultivated in Britain or imported? Just like weld, it's native to the Mediterraean. There is a British find of a bunch of woad seeds, from 1 c. BCE - but then again, it's just one find. So... Mostly imported but slowly being introduced to the Isles? Maybe?

mixed ingredients - the ingredients specified in the PDFs are given in the order they're used - that makes a difference! My biggest discovery of this whole natural dyeing research is that, surprisingly, vibrant green is the absolutely most difficult colour to obtain. That dark green you see at the bottom - so-called Lincoln green - requires super high levels of both weld and woad, and you must put your yellow skein in the blue dye asap - if you're too slow, you get a lighter shade, e.g. like the one above it. The Hightowers surely knew how to show they're rich, huh...?

and last but not least, the luxury dyes! Some imported from far away (turmeric), some from nearby lands (Tyrian purple), some even grown locally (there were saffron plantations on Sicily. True story), but nevertheless, all super duper expensive. Tyrian purple was actually legally reserved for the emperor only - even if you could, by some miracle, afford it, you'd probably get arrested if you dared to dress in that particular shade of purple. Good that lichens could always come to the rescue!

Guess that's enough of behind-the-scenes trivia, isn't it? Props to you if you managed to get to this point, lol. Have fun with the palettes and happy recolouring!

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Sources:

dzikiebarwy.com - in Polish, but the pictures should speak for themselves. Here you've got a post about dyeing with summer plants, including birch leaves, here - elderberry, here - apple leaves and twigs, here - nettle;

https://woolandpalette.com/blogs/news/making-vibrant-green-with-natural-dyes was my first step in finding out how to obtain a proper green shade with natural dyes;

wooltribulations.blogspot.com - dyeing with birch bark (here), another failed elderberry experiment (here) and overdyeing weld with woad for a deep Lincoln green shade (here);

www.jennydean.co.uk - an absolute godsend, especially two posts: 'Dyes of the Celts' (here) and 'Colours of the Romans' (here);

https://craftinvaders.co.uk/making-dye-from-lichen/

https://earlychurchhistory.org/fashion/colors-dyes-for-clothing-in-ancient-rome/ - on the posh dyes for the rich;

https://www.butserancientfarm.co.uk/gallery - except for the general vibe (*chef's kiss*), the 'animals and nature' section of the gallery has pictures of the 'primitive' sheep which they keep at the farm;

...and a bunch of others which I didn't save in my bookmarks 🙃

[yeetfanficccc]

Just Friends Wicked Boq x reader Oneshot

Author's Note--

So.... I haven't written x reader in years and not ever on this platform, but when I saw Wicked movie and thought Boq was low-key hot (I guess Ari and I have same taste lol) I couldn't find ANY fics for him I knew it was my duty to write this. I am rusty and this was in a single sitting but... enjoy, This is in an AU where Nessa never liked him, reader was written in mind as female but can be read as gender neutral :)

TW reader has anxiety and a panic attack

Shiz University was blooming with life. Ozians from all walks of life buzzed down the hallways chattering away about the new student, Elphaba, who was the most beautiful shade of green. Everyone seemed so lively and bright like they were dancing through life. I was not so lucky. 

I had been at Shiz for a week now and I still was perpetually scared everywhere I went. Everything was so loud and disconcerting.  During orientation, there was an altercation with Elphaba and for some reason Madame Morrible cast a huge spell to keep us on our toes, at least that’s what she told us. Pieces of the building flew clean off! I nearly passed out because my Oz, I am pursuing a higher education I should not be afraid of being crushed! There was a stunning girl named Galinda Upland who I was so intimidated by I had not uttered a single word in any class we shared in fear I would somehow upset her. Elphaba had gotten on her bad side, and I did not want to be 2nd on that list. 

So, I stuck to the edges of Shiz, trying my best to stay focused on study.  I people watched, admiring them from a safe distance. It was a quiet life, a simple life. Today, I sat in the library rewriting a history assignment for Dr. Dillamond. I just couldn’t seem to find the words. My body gravitated back to my beloved shelves. Our library had the most amazing rotating shelves I had ever had the honor to behold.  I reached for a reference book and turned the page,

In the years after the arrival of our Wonderful Wizard of Oz…

Smack! 

My book and I were sent hurling towards the ground. Panic. First for the book, it was not my property, and then for the warm body under me. More panic. Dear Oz, LET IT NOT BE GALINDA! 

“I am so sorry!” I spurted out, tumbling off the poor person I landed on. 

“It’s okay, it was my fault.”  

I looked up to see a shock of curly red hair. Huh. The stranger held out his hand and helped me to my feet. 

“No. I shouldn’t have been walking with a book in my face.” 

“You were just killing two birds with one stone.” 

“My third bird was not using another student as a landing pillow, but I’ve never been a good multitasker.” 

The joke was simple and not very funny, but he laughed.  A genuine boyish laugh.

“You’re in my class, right? Dr Dillamond’s?” 

He remembered me? I was a statue in that class. 

“Oh yeah, I am…” 

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to freak you out. I just never forget a face.” He giggled in his lovely tenor, “And you have a great face! Oh wow. That’s even weirder of a thing to say…” 

I felt a tingle in my chest, light airy. But one I hadn’t felt in a long while.

“(Y/N).” I spat, “I guess we’ll find out if you ever forget a name.” 

“Boq Woodsman,” He stretched out a bit to appear taller, “at your service.”

“That’s a good name.” 

“Really? I’ve always thought it was a bit stupid.”

“No. It’s a strong name. It suits you.”  I looked down when I said it. How could I let such cheesy words come from my mouth?

“Is your book, okay?” He stumbled the words, his face a bit red. Had I embarrassed him?

“My book? OH, my book!” I retrieved my wayward copy of Oz history from the ground, “I think she’ll make it. Just barely.” 

“Good, because I think we have class in like 2 minutes.”

Damn! I had lost track of time. 

“Oh no.” 

“Wanna make a run for it?” He grinned. 

“Only if it’s a race.” 

“Deal.”

We both entered Dr Dillamond’s class heaving and gasping for air, somehow on time. We couldn’t stop laughing. 

Weeks Later 

From that day on, Boq and I formed an allyship of two awkward college kids just trying to get by. We started sitting by each other in class, eating lunch together, and studying night after night. After a few weeks, I had even started feeling comfortable around Galinda. Kind of. Boq informed me of his crush on her, which apparently went away very quickly. I wanted to believe him, but I just thought he was saying that because he knew she freaked me out. Boq had even given me the courage to make another friend, Nessarose, who was so sweet. Of course, there was also this very inconvenient feeling in my chest whenever I saw Boq. It was getting to be very annoying. So, like most of my life’s issues, I ignored it. I was not about to mess up my strongest college friendship over stupid, most likely one-sided feelings. 

“Boqqqqqqq.” I ran up to him outside in the courtyard. 

“Whatttttttttt.” He drew the word out to match me. 

“I’ve been looking for you!” I smiled, “What do you think about the new guy? Fiyero. It makes so much sense he’s a prince!” 

“A prince?” He grimaced, “I don’t know if it fits him.”

“What do you mean? He’s so charismatic, it’s scary.”

“He’s okay I guess.” 

“Are you going to the thing tonight at the Oz Dust ballroom?”

“Are you?” He blurted out. 

“I think it’s more of a date thing.”

“Do you want to go through?” 

“Yeah, kind of.”  There it was. That stupid feeling in my chest.

“I could take you…” He stammered over the words like tripping on molasses. 

“Really?” I lit up. 

“As friends.” 

My shoulders sunk, “of course…” 

That Night, the OzDust 

Music exploded from every corner of the room. It was piercing. I held myself together. Couples in lavished gowns and suits danced under the watery glow. Ever since earlier that day when Boq corrected this to be a friend’s date, something was off between us. We had hardly spoke on the way over. When I saw Galinda looking ever so enchanting in her dress with Fiyero, I worried Boq was off because he wished he was there with her. I couldn’t blame him, she was the light of every room she was in and I was just… there. 

I was determined to still have fun. Even if all the people and the loud music was wearing me down. I danced next to Boq yet he seemed to zone out, like he was somewhere else. I frowned. 

“Are you ok?”

“Yeah, I’m fine…” 

“Maybe we should take a break. Get some fresh air.” 

“(Y/N)” He turned to me suddenly, “there’s something that’s been weighing on me, I need to tell you-“

Before Boq could finish a man stepped out of the crowd and took me by the hand,

“May I have a dance lovely?”

He was a guy I had seen around Shiz and in Dr Dillamond’s class. He was broad, always brooding and gave me a bad vibe. Still, he had never spoken to me at length in any sinister way. He had never spoken to me at lengh once so ever. There was a chilling ache in my head under his gaze, I blamed it on me just being too anxious for my own good.  

“Oh sorry. I’m okay.”  I smiled polite as possible.

“Come on. You’re always so quiet. But I think you’re amazing. I see the real you.” 

Dread ate away at my composure. The music seemed to blare into me like a siren.

"It's a party, you should dance with someone fun."

Did I lead this guy on in some way? I don’t want him to hate me. There are so many people around… I don��t want to cause a scene. He touched my shoulder. His hands were so cold. 

“They said no.” Boq corrected his voice a light in my growing panic.

"Come on, man. They're not your partner or anything. Let me have a shot."

Boq shoved away the guy and put himself between me and him. 

"Stay away from them." Boq spoke the words with a bitterness I had never seen from him.

People began looking at us, whispering. I couldn’t handle it. All those eyes. I ran out of the room without thinking. 

It’s okay. It’s okay. I breathed in and out. 

“(Y/N)!” A familiar voice called. Boq. 

“I’m sorry,” beyond my control, tears poured down my face, “I shouldn’t have ran like that.”

“What do you need?” he was sweet, low, gentle.

“Just air, I’ll be ok.” 

“Let’s sit.” He led me to a soft patch of moonlight. I felt safe again. We sat for a few minutes, watching the world go by. It made me think, think about what really mattered. I couldn't let this moment pass me by.

“Boq. I need to tell you something.”

“Anything. Anything from you.”

“I like you, like as more than just friends.” 

“Are you serious?” his eyes were big and round like he was going through heart attack. Oz, did I send him into shock?

“I’m sorry! It’s silly. I just needed to tell you.”  I turned away, "Forget I said it."

“No. It’s not. I like you, like really like you (Y/N).  Since I’ve been at Shiz, I feel the happiest when I’m with you, like I can really be myself.” 

"I feel that way with you to." I grinned, warmth flooding my body.

"Can I kiss you?" His face was as red as his hair. It was adorable, handsome, all the good things! And it was for me.

I sprung forward and planted my lips on his. He was melted honey. And I was more than just a friend.

"I am so glad you couldn't keep your face out of that book..."

[modanisgf]

APPLE CIDER , HUH YUNJIN

☆ SUMMARY— you met yunjin at a beabadobee concert and never went back, being attached at the hip. though as you start to develop feelings for her, you realize she’s been hiding something from you. something that you couldn’t live with.

☆ PAIRING(S)— non!idol huh yunjin x fem!reader

☆ WARNING(S)— some angst, profanity

☆ GENRES— right person wrong time, wlw, miscommunication, forbidden love, yunjin is a bit toxic i am now realizing! (erm..)

☆ A/N— for my number one pookie @jayjj7 🙏 thank u for being my friend 🫶🫶🫶 you are so funny and thank u for making me laugh sm also i promise it gets good at the end guys.. i also actually dk a lot about cupid so pls dont comment on how accurate that part is

☆ WC— 1.5k

MASTERLIST

if you were being entirely honest with yourself, you’ve loved huh yunjin since the day you met her. the way she helped you when you were at your lowest, being the only person to even look at you.

yunjin was perfect in all ways but one, and you’re starting to catch on. she had been rather distant lately, giving you short replies and even going as far to leave you on read.

you weren’t sure what sparked this, it happened randomly one day and ever since you’ve felt different. the days seemed longer and more boring without yunjin to light them up, but you still made it through just barely.

one night though, you woke up to a loud ringing. cursing at yourself for forgetting to put your phone on silent, you picked up your phone and answered not checking the contact before.

“hello?” you say, yawning.

“y/n?” yunjin says her voice woke you right up, the shock making you sit up.

“yunjin?” you say, confused.

“why are you calling me this late?”

“i need to tell you something, can you meet me at our spot soon? it can’t wait i’m sorry.”

“i’ll be there.” is all you say before hanging up, quickly making an effort to get ready.

you weren’t sure why you agreed, considering yunjin hadn’t even taken the time out of her day to speak to you until now. but you’re soon reminded of your love for the girl, the thought making you sigh.

finally, you finish getting ready, leaving your house and making your way down your street heading for the lake you and yunjin would always visit.

the two of you could spent hours there just talking, the memories flooding in as you thought about the place.

pushing them back, you stopped at the front of the lake once you saw yunjin. you could recognize her face from a mile away, her bright red hair always making you laugh remembering the night she dyed it.

“y/n does it look bad?” she asks, looking horrified at you over the phone.

“no yunjin it looks good.” you say, barely containing your laughter.

“why are you laughing then?!”

“you’re so cute.”

yeah, you hated how good your memory was.

yunjin must’ve heard your footsteps, the girl turning around to meet your eyes waving to you timidly.

you walked over to her, taking a seat next to her. the tension was evident between you two, considering this was the first time you were around each other in weeks.

"where have you been?” you ask quietly.

“dealing with some things but—“ she replies.

“why didn’t you tell me?” you say, the anger you felt previously coming back.

“there’s more to it y/n.” yunjin sighs.

“yunjin i’ve told you everything, i’m sure that i won’t be mad if you just communicate with me.” you say, your hand reaching out for hers as she interlocks them.

“are you sure?” yunjin says quietly, making you more nervous.

“i’m sure.”

“y/n i love you, i’ve loved you since forever now and i want to be yours.” yunjin says, holding your hand tightly now.

your eyes light up, “why didn’t you just tell me? i’m in love with you too, i thought it was obvious.”

“that’s not exactly the issue though i just—“ yunjin pauses, thinking about her word choice carefully.

“we can’t be together.” she says finally, making you drop her hand.

“huh?”

“we can’t be together y/n, and it’s not right for me to keep this from you anymore.”

“what the hell are you talking about?”

yunjin flinched at your tone, moving away from you a bit in order to give you space. she bit her tongue, thinking of ways to explain this situation.

the truth is yunjin was here to help y/n find love, not have her fall in love with her and yunjin reciprocate the feeling. yunjin was never truly meant to become this close to y/n, and for weeks now her ‘boss’ had been sending her angry messages.

she had been gone too long from her post, other people needing her help were waiting for cupid to come into their lives and assist them. but the tale was slowly disappearing, as yunjin was gone.

yunjin was set to go home the next morning, so she had to explain this quickly. she didn’t know why she didn’t just spend her last days with y/n, and she knew how much regret she would be feeling as she left. she chose to ignore that for now, refocusing on you.

the silence was very long on your end, but it broke as you saw yunjin look at you again. her eyes boring into yours, yunjin not noticing how furious you looked.

“we were never meant to fall in love, i was supposed to help you find love.” yunjin says, leaving you confused.

“what do you mean? yunjin you sound so stupid right now—“ you say, thinking she was messing with you.

“i’m serious y/n,” she deadpans, “we aren’t allowed to date.” she says firmly.

“who isn’t allowing you?” you ask.

yunjin didn’t think this through at first, realizing the concept of cupid was just a myth in your eyes only making it harder for you to take her seriously.

“my dad,” yunjin lies not wanting to drag this out, “he isn’t fond of me being in a relationship right now.”

you look at her with sympathy, apologizing soon after.

“i’m sorry, i shouldn’t have been so rude—“ you rant on, yunjin cutting you off.

“it’s fine y/n, but there’s another thing. i leave tomorrow morning.” yunjin says.

“to where?” you ask, wondering so many different things.

why the hell was yunjin dropping all of this on you now? you could’ve spent her last week together, but instead she decided to ghost you. in short, you were frustrated with her immensely. you didn’t like how she had you wrapped around her finger, and you should’ve never accepted her invite to the lake.

“i’m just moving, my parents wanna move up north.” yunjin says, looking down.

it was obvious she was lying, but you chose to ignore it. at least she was saying something to you now, instead of leaving you on read for days on end not even bothering to respond ever.

“mhm.” was all you could say, not really sure what else to.

“yunjin, are you gonna tell me why you’re really leaving?” you ask, noticing how fast she tenses up.

she definitely thought she had you, the thought making you roll your eyes.

“i can’t, you wouldn’t understand-“

“just tell me, it doesn’t matter if i do or not i want to know the truth.” you say firmly.

yunjin sighs taking a long pause, “y/n, we can’t date because i’m not supposed to be yours.”

“we weren’t even supposed to meet, but i felt differently about you when i first saw you.” yunjin says.

“when i was crying at concert..?” you ask, trying to lighten the mood a bit. you smile when you see yunjin laugh a bit.

“yeah..” yunjin says, reminiscing.

“i’ll never forget that night.”

“i promise you if it was up to me i would take every chance i could to be yours, i’d love you until the end of time.” yunjin starts, “but unfortunately it couldn’t be that way, and i have to leave soon to help others.”

“i’m cupid.” she finishes.

“cupid?”

“yes, i was meant to pair you up with someone at that concert.” yunjin says, quietly.

“yunjin, and you never thought to tell me this at least a week before you have to go back?” you ask.

yunjin takes a deep breath before replying, the tension in her muscles leaving her feeling uneasy.

“i just didn’t think you would love me back, i thought i could just leave and forget about my feelings but i didn’t realize until recently that you felt the same.” yunjin says.

“yunjin, you make it so hard to not love you.” you say, holding her face in your hands now.

“i’m so sorry y/n. i’m so sorry that we never get to be with each other.” yunjin says, looking straight into your eyes.

“it’s not your fault jin, i forgive you.”

“can i hold you before you go?”

“please.”

the two of you spent a while at that lake in silence, as you fell asleep with yunjin in your arms. secretly you wished that she would be there when you woke up, knowing well she wouldn’t.

you felt empty when you woke up, yunjin’s presence not being there. you stared out at the rising sun, before you notice a little note in front of you.

‘i’ll always love you.’ it read, with no signature. but you knew who wrote it, not even needing to think twice.

you’ll always think about huh yunjin, no matter how much time passes. she just meant that much to you, a girl you met a concert during your worst. you’ll miss her for decades, moving on never working.

wishing you weren’t stuck on someone you couldn’t have, someone you wouldn’t even be able to see ever again.

you missed her so bad, and it hurt so bad knowing you were never going be with her.

[scarletlizzard]

Hummingbird

Pairing: wanda x reader (I don't think I used any pronouns in this? I could be wrong)

Tags: angst, fluff, alcohol (R has a bit of a drinking problem), R has powers

A/N: Hi anon 😊 Please forgive me for taking so long. I wrote this about 10 different ways before I could finally settle on one! I hope this is good enough and thank you thank you so much for the request 🩷🩷

Masterlist

As you sit in the pew in the middle of friends and other familiar faces, you smell the flowers that litter the alter, and listen to the quiet chatter as you feel a body sit next to you.

"Maximoff is getting married, huh?" Bucky asks, you remove your eyes from Wanda, who was standing at the alter, to your best friend.

"I guess so... finally," you say with a chuckle, looking down at your hands. You pick at the skin of your nails anxiously and think back to one of the first days you met the Maximoffs.

***

"Would you stop being so anti-social?" Natasha insists as she leans in the doorframe of your room. You remove your headphones with a pout on your face.

"I'm not being anti social, I'm just... here," you shrug and stand from your bed. She laughs and shakes her head, stepping inside.

"Ten minutes, or I'm dragging you down. If I have to be there, so do you," Natasha hits your shoulder playfully and rolls her eyes as you fake being hurt.

"Ten minutes!" She commands before heading back to the party.

With a sigh, you do as she says, changing into a dark pair of jeans and a plain white shirt. If you absolutely had to go, you would at least be comfortable. So ten minutes went by, and you found yourself, as always, at the bar in the large room filled with people. You recognized most of the people, the same ones who always show up to Tonys parties. As you sip your second drink though, the sight of the twins walking by catch your eyes.

You make eye contact with Wanda Maximoff, the witch who almost drove you to commit heinous crimes the day she put herself in your mind. She gives you a soft smile, and you have to look away because you want to hate her.

You don't want to feel a warmth spread in your chest as she looks at you with those gorgeous green eyes surrounded with dark makeup and those silver rings on her slender fingers and her long, smooth legs in that skirt and that beautiful smile and - fuck it.

"Maximoff," you say, suprising her and yourself as you had walked up to her with a drink still in hand. "How are you enjoying the life of an Avenger so far?" You ask and raise an eyebrow.

"Y/N!" She says with a small blush on her cheeks.

In the short time Wanda had been here, you were the person she wanted to get to know the most... you were also the one person who wouldn't give her a second look, at least not that she knew of. She couldn't believe you were standing here.

"I um, it's very different from what I'm used to," she says and smiles again. You might fall out right there if she does it again with the way your knees weaken.

"I bet it is," you sigh and take a sip of your drink. The two of you stand in silence for a moment. "It's kind of... distracting in here. Wanna go someplace and talk?" You ask. She looks up at you and nods.

You down the rest of your drink and sneak behind the bar, grabbing a bottle of whatever you could reach, which turned out to be tequila. Wanda giggled as you shrugged while reading the label on the bottle and hid it under your arm, telling her to follow you. You led her down a few hallways and up to a balcony, being far enough away that you could only hear a little bit of the muffled music.

"The stars are so bright tonight," you say as you sit on the edge, letting your feet dangle off of the side. Wanda follows suit and sits next to you, flattening her skirt. You take a sip from the bottle without a flinch, watching as she looks up at the sky.

"My brother and I used to try to count them when we were little," she laughs and takes the bottle as you hand it to her, sticking her tongue out and shivering after she takes a big sip.

"You would've been counting forever," you chuckle and feel your skin ignite as her shoulder touches yours.

"Thought we had forever," she says and looks to you. "Then on Sokovia when he got shot I-I thought he was gone." You furrow your brows, taking in her now saddened features.

"I'm sorry you had to go through that. But hey, he's here, making shitty jokes and flirting with some girl from Shield," you try to joke, feeling that same warmth from earlier when a giggle leaves her lips.

"I'm the one who needs to apologize. I-" You interrupt her by holding up a hand, taking a big gulp from the bottle.

"Here's the thing. We've all done bad things, every single one of us," you nod in the direction of the party. "Including me... which you know obviously," you mumble and look away from her, thinking back to the feeling of her inside your head. "You do good, try to wipe it clean, you know? It's all we can do. Now what I'd really like is to finish the bottle and know all about you," you say with a smile and look to her again.

"You already know about me?" Wanda says and lifts her eyebrow as she takes another swig from the bottle. You shake your head.

"No, no. I want to know what makes you tick. Your favorite movies, shows, songs, your favorite thing to do on a rainy day. Why you wear so many rings," you laugh and point to the rings that adorn her fingers. She grins, and there goes that feeling again.

The two of you spend the entire night on that balcony, finishing the bottle and swapping stories about all your favorite things. There wasn't a cell in your body that could ever hate Wanda Maximoff.

Towards the end of the night, now early in the morning, in fit of laughter you lean too far over the balcony. Wanda gasps in fear as you fall forward.

"Y/N!" She gasps loudly, and you look to her scared reaction in suprise, looking around the two of you as if something had happened you were unaware of.

"What? What is it?" You ask as you stand still in the air, floating in front of her.

The hand that covered her mouth moved and revealed a drunken laugh that escaped her lips. She leans forward and punches your arm.

"I didn't know you could fly! I thought I'd have to jump off, and oh god," Wanda shakes her head and rubs her eyes. You give her a cheeky smile and continue to stand there mid-air effortlessly.

"There's a lot of things you don't know about me," you shrug drunkenly and put your hands in your pockets.

"Oh yeah, like what, hummingbird ?" Wanda jokes, giving you the nickname before she watches you step through the air was if you were walking.

You stood directly in front of her now, face almost where hers was. "I happen to be a fantastic kisser," you say with a chuckle, your heart enjoying the smile on her lips and the blush on her cheeks.

"Is that so?" She questions, her tongue wetting her lips. You nod and lean in.

"I mean, you're more than welcome to prove me wrong..." You whisper, lips hovering over hers. When you look in her green eyes for any signal to stop or uneasiness, you find none. Her eyes flutter closed, and her breath hitches as you lean in and connect your lips.

Wandas hands move to wrap around your neck, her fingers tangling with the strands behind you while yours moved to her hips. It's a soft kiss at first with shy lips, but soon turns into a sloppy drunken kiss with not so shy tongue. She can taste the tequila on your tongue, with a hint of lime from your drink earlier. Wanda sighs into the kiss as the wind blows her hair and squints her closed eyes tighter as a bright light suddenly shines between the two of you.

You frown as you feel her lips disconnect from yours, and when you open your eyes, you see her emerald eyes widen, a golden tint highlighting her features in the darkness.

"Uh, Y/N? Do you usually um... glow?" Wanda asks, and it's your turn to blush. In the kiss, you had gotten lost in Wanda. The way her soft lips tasted against yours, the way her fingertips brushed the nape of your neck. You had forgotten to control yourself.

You realized you were holding onto Wanda, now high above the balcony, while a golden white light radiates off of you.

"Oh god, I-I'm sorry," you laugh and take her back down, landing gently back onto the balcony while no longer glowing. Wanda shook her head, nothing but amazed with you.

"No, that was.. that was perfect," she whispers and reaches up to cup your cheek. In your drunken state (you didn't know from what more the tequila or Wandas lips), she kisses you again, and you can't help the light that shines off of you.

After that night on the balcony, the two of you grew closer over time. You'd stay up late doing anything and everything to make her laugh. Wanda would sneak in your room and kiss you randomly in the middle of the night just to see if you'd let your guard down and shine for her. You always did.

"So what's going on with you and Maximoff?" Bucky asked one day during a training session. You punch the pad he was holding up and shrug.

"What do you mean?" You ask back casually and try to ignore the heat that rises on your cheeks.

"Right, right. So that wasn't you leaving her room this morning," he laughs and shakes his head, groaning as you punch the pad hard near his stomach while he is distracted.

You look over through the glass wall and see Wanda talking to Vision again. "I don't know, Buck. I really like her," you sigh and watch as she laughs. You turn back to your best friend.

"Then you need to tell her, before someone else does," he nods to the direction of Wanda and Vision, knowing what he meant.

You weren't the only one growing closer to Wanda, vying for her undivided attention. Vision had been there too, and it seemed like the pair were talking more and more. Though as far as you knew, she was only kissing you, and the smile on her face wasn't the same grin she always gave you. You had nothing to worry about. She would always pick you... at least that's what you thought.

The time came when you finally wanted to tell Wanda about your feelings, that you wanted more than stolen kisses in the moonlight. You approach her room, mumbling the words you had been practicing all night.

"It's fine, you're fine," you tell yourself. "Tell her how you feel, ask her on a date. She'll say, 'Of course, hummingbird'... you're fine," you continue to convince yourself.

You take a deep breath and see the door to her room cracked open. With a shaky hand, you go to knock, but pause when you hear two voices speaking. Curiosity getting the best of you, you lean closer to listen.

"Wanda... I know you feel it, too. We're connected somehow, in here," Vision says in a soft voice.

"I feel it too, all the time," she replies, and you can hear the smile on her face.

"So we can give this a try then? Us?" He asks her. Wanda is silent for a moment, and you feel your stomach rise into your throat, your heart beating out of your chest. She wouldn't. There was no way.

Don't say yes.

"Yes. I would love to," she says.

"And what about Y/N?" He asks her, tone clearly annoyed.

"We were just... having fun," she sighs, and you feel your heart break. You don't stay a second longer.

Wandas head turns to the door, almost sure in the corner of her eyes she sees a flash of light, but when she gets up to look in the hall, it's empty. You had retreated to the safety of your room and a bottle of whatever your hand touched first.

After that night, you avoid Wanda for as long as you can. Finding excuses to leave the room every time she enters, taking on extra missions with Natasha across seas, extra training sessions with Pietro, and you put in more time at the gym with Bucky. He didn't ask why your punches were almost knocking him down, but when he saw Vision holding Wandas hand, he knew why the gym was suddenly a golden hue.

Another night, another party, another drink.

The room was filled with familiar faces and similar music, another drink in your hand but a frown on your face as you glared at Visions hand on Wandas lower back. Great.

"Guess whose got another date?"

"Hmm, is it someone who can't take a punch?" You ask and sip your drink, turning in your chair to look at Pietro.

"Ha, ha. Very funny," he fake laughs and shakes his head. "You know some of us are lovers, not fighters," he laughs for real this time, and so do you.

"Well, when we're done training, we'll see where you stand. Things are going well with her, huh?" You ask him, nodding to the girl from Shield he had somehow won over with his cheesy jokes.

"Yeah, great, actually..." He turns to smile at her, giving her a small wave before turning back to you. "Hey, I bet she knows some more hot spies. Wanna go on a double date?" Pietro jokes and watches you sigh, eyeing the brunette and the synthazoid.

"Why not? Might as well," you slur your words a little and finish your drink, leaning over the bar to grab a bottle. "See you in the morning?"

"Yeah, see you then," he says and gives you a sad smile.

The campus was quiet now. Everyone had long gone to bed, and you decided what better company than the stars and a now almost empty bottle of vodka. Perks of being super, you could drink as much as you wanted while getting as drunk as you wanted, with no bad mornings after or alcohol poisonings.

You hear the sound of a door opening and closing, and you sigh, knowing it could only be one person.

Wandas body sits next to yours at the edge, shoulder to shoulder, feet dangling high above the ground. You don't say anything, because really, what did you have to say anymore?

"What's going on, Hummingbird? Pretty late for a flight," she tries to joke, eyeing the bottle that was in your hands.

"Nothing wrong with a little fresh air," you shrug and take a large swig from the bottle, subtly moving your shoulder away from hers. Wanda frowns at the feeling.

"You've been avoiding me... Wanna tell me why?" She asks in a soft voice. You let out a loud laugh, to which she furrows her brows in confusion.

"I'm sorry, it's just so fucking obvious isn't it?" You slur and jump off the balcony, pacing in the air in front of Wanda. It's not your actions that make her flinch, seeing you walk in the air was something she was accustomed to by now, it was the tone in your voice. You had never spoken to her like that before.

"Obviously not if I'm asking you," Wanda speaks, continuing her best to keep her tone soft with you. You stop in the air and look at her with red and glassy eyes.

"Obviously not," you repeat and watch as she gives you a sad look. Her fingers twirl the rings on her fingers anxiously.

"Y/N..."

"It wasn't just fun to me, Wanda," you interrupted her, watching her lips part in suprise. "It wasn't just some little crush, I wasn't just some second choice when you weren't getting enough attention from him. I thought we - " You stop yourself and look away from her, running a shaky hand through your hair. "I loved you."

Wanda was happy with Vision. She felt a connection to him that she couldn't understand... But when you spoke those words, she felt her world shatter right there.

"Loved?" She asks.

"Past tense," you mumble and turn your back to her, not wanting her to see the few tears that roll down your cheeks.

"It wasn't just fun I-"

"You said that to him, I heard you. Don't lie to me!" You slur again, this time raising your voice and feeling your body heat up.

"I'm not lying to you! It wasn't just fun for me, it was..." She sighs and wipes her eyes. "Y/N, you mean everything to me. But with him, I don't know how to explain it. I can't explain it..." Wanda lets her tears fall as she watches you shine brighter, hating the fact it wasn't out of joy. Hating the fact that you probably hated her.

"You can't say that I mean that much to you and still be with him." You finish the bottle and toss it casually onto the balcony away from her. It cracks in half against the wall, then shatters on the ground.

"Look, hummingbird... you're drunk. Let's talk about this in the morning when you're coherent. Just come inside with me, please? I know it's selfish, but I-I can't lose you," Wanda looks at your back with pleading eyes, extending her hand out to touch you.

"You already have. The day you chose him," you cry with a sniffle and finally turn to face her, seeing her sad, teary eyes shine in your golden brightness. You don't give her the chance to say anything else. Instead, you fly off, going as far away as possible.

***

"Suprised you came back for this," Bucky says and nudges your shoulder. Your hands nervously run over the creases in your pants.

"Well, I couldn't really miss this, could I?" You sigh and look up again, only this time you see Wanda is already looking at you. Her green eyes were wide with suprise, and you could make out a smile on her lips. You balled your fists up, willing yourself to control your powers and stay calm.

"No, I don't think any of us expected Pietro out of all people to get married before half of us," he laughs quietly. "It's good you're here, Y/N."

Your eyes move to Pietro, who nervously talks to Wanda. Her hands were fixing his bowtie and whispering what you assumed calming words to him. As the music started, she turned him around, eyes moving to you as the crowd stood.

As his bride walked down the aisle, your eyes stayed glued to Wanda. Even after all this time, she was still stunning, taking your breath away as she stood next to her brother. Of course, she was his best man.

Throughout the ceremony, Wanda would look to you occasionally, checking to make sure you hadn't flown away from her again. Each time you made eye contact, you gave her a reassuring smile, letting her know you wouldn't be going away this time.

At the reception, Wanda sat at a table, drinking a glass of champagne and watching her brother slow dance with her newly appointed sister in law. A body suddenly blocks her view, and when she looks up to see your face, her heart stops.

"May I have this dance?" You ask, extending your hand out to her. She blushes, and you're reminded again that you would literally do anything for her.

Wanda sets her glass down and reaches her hand out to take yours, just as soft as she remembered. You led her to the dance floor and rested your hands on her hips, letting her arms rest on your shoulders while her hands were entwined behind your neck.

"I like the red," you utter quietly, eyeing her soft auburn curls. She chuckles as the two of you begin to sway, the tension slightly awkward between the two of you.

"I dyed it a while ago.." Wanda shrugs casually.

"It's been a while since I've seen you," you add. She hums in response, looking into your clear eyes.

"I expected to find you at the bar..." She half jokes.

"I uh, I stopped drinking," you reply with a smile, to which she gives you a proud smile back and nods.

"That's fantastic, hummingbird," Wanda whispers and scrunches her nose. Your heart swells at the nickname you hadn't heard in too long.

"Listen, Wanda. I've done a lot of thinking, a lot of trying to better myself, my emotions. I'm sorry I didn't just... talk to you. I'm happy that you're happy," you say with a smile, and she knows you mean what you say by the way it reaches your eyes. "I don't want to miss out on being a part of your life... as long as he treats you well," you say jokingly at the end to ease the heaviness of your words, and you spin her slowly around.

She returns to her previous position with a grin and pulls you closer, taking in your words as you both sway to the song. Wanda had missed this, missed you more than anything else in the world. Being in your arms again, she felt happier than she had in a long time.

"You have nothing to apologize for... I'm sorry things happened the way they did. I should've talked to you too," Wanda says gently. "We aren't together, you know?"

"Oh?" You say, trying to hide the excitement in your stomach, but Wanda can see it in your eyes.

"Yeah," she giggles at your reaction. "Turns out we're connected through the mind stone... but that was about it. He didn't know what made me tick. Didn't care to know my favorite show or what I liked to do or a rainy day." Her tone is playful as she looks up to you, smile still bright on her lips.

"Dick Van Dyke, watching the rain drops race down the window. Even though you pick the losing drop every time," you answer and smile back. She rolls her eyes jokingly at the last part, but Wanda can't deny the way her heart sped in her chest that you still remembered.

"I meant what I said that day... you mean everything to me, Y/N. You still do," her tone is serious, and you nod as you gaze into her eyes.

"I lied to you that day..." You whisper, watching her smile begin to fade. "I've never stopped loving you."

You lean down, face close to hers as your heart beats on your ribs like a butterfly trapped in a cage. Her eyes search yours as if she had been waiting for you to say those words, as if you were going to fly away right there.

"Are you going to glow if I kiss you?" Wanda mumbles the question, her lips ghosting over yours as she speaks.

"Probably..." You answer honestly.

"Good," she smiles and closes her eyes, feeling the warmth on her skin from the light that you radiated as she kisses you. You did your best to hold back, but the way her lips melted into yours and her soft tongue slipping against yours, you didn't stand a chance.

Even after the song had ended and everyone around you jumped to the quick and heavy beat, on the dancefloor, you and Wanda stayed like this. Foreheads together and swaying to your own beat, holding eachother close, neither of you knowing you would be in the same spot a year later for your first dance as a married couple.

[specialagentlokitty]

Castle x reader - hurt from the past

guess whos craving some castle or beckett x reader?? I AM :D i'd be happy with anything (or some angst..heheh....) - Anon💜

High school sweethearts were something everybody had, it was very rare they stayed together but while it happened it was fun, it usually changed the world for the time being.

And that happened with you until you and your high school sweetheart broke up, you were heartbroken when he ended things with you, but eventually you learned to move on, made a happy life for yourself.

That was until it all came crashing around you, a suspect in a murder case, sitting in a holding cell nervous and upset, and things got even worse when you saw who walked through the door.

“Alright punk.” The man started before being cut off.

A police detective came rushing in right after him, glaring at him.

“Castle shut up, stop pretending you’re in charge.” She scolded.

She sat down opposite you, giving you a reassuring smile.

“I’m detective Beckett this is Castle, we’d just like to ask you a few questions if that’s alright?” She ask politely.

“I didn’t do anything I swear!”

Beckett raised her hands slightly.

“I know, we know you didn’t I went through all the evidence and you’re being set up, we just need to know who would want to set you up.” She explained.

You took a few deep breaths to try and calm you and Beckett gave you all the time you needed while reviewing the file she was holding all while Castle was looking between the file and you.

He tilted his head a little as if studying you, and peaked over Becketts shoulder against to look at the file.

While you and Beckett talked, Castle was pretty much glued to you, studying you and your file as if he were trying to put something together in his mind that he couldn’t quite make sense off.

When you were finished talking with Beckett she let you go, and castle immediately jumped on the chance to show you out.

While walking over to the elevator castle kept sneaking glances at you before he finally spoke.

“Have we met somewhere before?”

Shifting your gaze to him for a moment you look back the way you were walking so you didn’t bump into anybody.

“I don’t think so, I recognise you but you’re that author right? The one who consults with the NYPD?”

Castle grinned a little bit at you.

“So you’ve heard of me huh? Read any of my works? Which one did you like?”

You shake your head a little.

“No I’ve not read any of your works, but I remember reading about you somewhere.”

Castles face dropped slightly, and he glanced around before looking back down at you with a small grin.

“Are you sure? It’s okay I don’t mind meeting a fan.”

“I’m sure.”

Stepping into the elevator you head back down to the ground floor while castle stood there with a small frown on his face.

You hadn’t read his books? He was so sure you had, you looked so familiar he was sure he’d maybe met you at an event of his.

When he got him he sat at his desk for a while staring at his laptop before he tried to find you himself, searching for any sign of you on social media.

He wanted to know where he knew you from.

He needed to know where you knew you from.

Even hours of searching didn’t turn up with much, but something did catch his eye, on your social media was a reunion for your high school class, and it finally clicked for him.

He had the exact same invite, you two were in the same class.

He didn’t have to think much about it, you were involved in this case, he wanted to figure out why he knew you, surely Beckett couldn’t be mad at him for going to his own reunion right?

So he went, a bright grin on his face and immediately he set out to find out which wasn’t hard you were chatting away to a few other people.

He padded over, standing with them and watched as you as you happily talked about your memories from years ago.

That’s when it clicked for him, listening to your stories all sounded familiar to him, like he had been there, and he was.

He remembered all of those happy memories, the good times and the bad, and he stared at you in disbelief.

“Impossible…” he whispered to himself.

You were his greatest regret, the one thing he wished he never let go when he fell into his fame, the one person he always thought back to.

Castle missed you, and despite trying to move on he never could, but there was only one you.

Castle looked over at you again, this time more sadly.

It was his fault the pair of you broke up, you had asked him to give you one more chance, to just stick things out a little longer but he didn’t want to.

When he finally spotted you alone castle made his move, he quickly approached you and lightly tapped your shoulder.

“You remember me don’t you?” He asked when you turned around.

You give a small shake of your head.

“I’m sorry we’ve already been through this I don’t know you.”

Castle gave you a pleading look.

“Please tell me, I heard you telling all our memories, you have to remember me. We spent the whole time together.”

Castle gave you another pleading look which made you sigh.

You did recognise him, of course you did but you knew him, and you knew he wouldn’t drop this until you told the truth so you nodded.

“I was hoping you didn’t recognise me.”

“How could I not? I’d always recognise you (Y/N).” He spoke gently.

Castle tried to come closer but stopped when you backed away a couple of steps and he gave a small sigh.

“Why did you just leave me? After everything we went through?” You asked.

Castle sighed a little bit, sitting down in one of the chairs and pulling one up in front of him for you to take a seat in as well.

When you sat down, castle gingerly took your hands in his own.

“Honestly.. I.. I don’t know… I thought it was the right choice at the time but then I realised it was too late, I tried to find you but I couldn’t…”

Castle sighed, looking away before turning back to you.

“You’re all I wanted… I never should have let you go…” he mumbled softly.

You sigh a little bit, looking down at where he was very carefully holding your hands in his.

“Just give me one more chance please? Let us try this again…?” He asked softly.

“It’s been so long, we’ve both grown, moved on with our lives, is it really worth bringing up the past?”

Castle quickly nodded his head, tightening his grip on your hands just slightly.

“Please I made a mistake all those years ago, I never should’ve let you go, I should’ve stayed with you, I realised nobody could compare to you. Just one more chance, let me fix us.”

You look at castle, part of you was pleading to say yes, give him another chance, try work it out, but the part of you that had been hurt all those years ago was saying no.

You looked at him, and though you were younger then, you didn’t know if you could go through that pain again, so with a sigh you shake your head.

“Sorry, but I can’t put myself through that again.”

Taking your hands from his, you get up and walk off without looking back.

Castle went to stop you, he stood up but he paused, unsure what to say. He didn’t know how to convince you for another chance, so he watched your back as you left.

You kept telling yourself you were doing the right thing, that you were protecting yourself from that hurt again, despite the fact you really want to give him another chance