#when it was my turn every person who was interrupting the others & joking around immediately shut up CHAT I WAS SO TAKEN ABACK

[soov]

how many aura points do i get when ppl shut up when its my turn to talk and other 5 say they want to get to know me better 🙏🙏

[spideybatsy]

Late Night

Summary: GN!Reader gets a cleaning job working at Wayne Enterprises when a certain billionaire playboy develops an obsession with them. Pairing: Bruce Wayne x GN!Reader WC: 3K Warnings: being watched without knowing, mentions of erections, nothing too serious. Notes: Can be read as any batsy you’d like, I personally picture Bale bc I’m a slut for him <3 This is the first chapter in my new series! I haven't written in a year, so be kind Masterlist

The wind pressed against your sweat slick skin as you stepped into the shadow of Wayne Tower. A shiver rolled down your spine, half caused by the weather and half by the ravenous butterflies in your stomach. Starting a new job is never easy but God, you have never needed a job as much as you need this one.

The renewal of your lease brought a steep increase in rent at the same time as your boss announced he was closing the business. You couldn’t really say you were surprised, the bakery was definitely a front for something nefarious, why else would the GCPD come in every other week?

It was a shame, really. You loved working at the bakery, especially during those quiet moments when you could just sit there and watch the world go by. God knows you’ll be rushed off your feet now.

Cleaning wasn’t your first choice, nor was it your second. Hell, it wasn’t even on the list. But you were not in the position to be anything but grateful when your friend mentioned an opening at their work. The hours weren’t the best but the pay was surprisingly good.

You walked into the building and were immediately shoved by someone sprinting to the lift. Taking a deep breath, you regained your bearings, straightened your shirt, and headed for security. You’d been in the building only once, for your interview, but figured you’d need some sort of pass to get into the actual offices. 

The security man who served you was disarmingly attractive and you couldn’t help but blush as he ran his eyes down your figure. His hair was a dirty blonde, pushed back and behind his ears. 

“First day?”

“That obvious?” 

He chuckled, before asking for your name and looking you up on the system.  “I’ll just call your supervisor, Emily, to come down.” 

“Thank you.” The two of you fell into an almost awkward silence. “How, uh, long until your shift finishes?”

“I’m on a morning today, so I finish at 12. How about you?” 

“Well, I’ll usually be doing the 4 till 10 shift but they wanted me in earlier today. So, I'll finish around 3.” 

“Too bad.” 

“Why’s that?” 

“Well, I would’ve loved to take you out for dinner.” Were your cheeks on fire or was it suddenly just really hot in here? “Maybe it’ll have to be lunch instead.”

You opened your mouth to respond but was interrupted by Emily calling your name. 

“There you are, I’ve been waiting for you!”

You flashed a sorry smile at him and rushed over to your friend's side. 

“Hey, what’s that guard's name?” Although you knew he couldn’t hear you from here, you still whispered.

You cringed as Emily started to turn back, quickly reaching out and stopping her.

“I think that’s Russell.” She whispered back, “Why?”

“He asked me out on a date.”

“Really?” Well, no more whispering. You simply nodded your head, following her into the lift. “You don’t even have your access pass and you’ve got the men drooling. You dirty stop out.” 

“I haven’t slept with him!”

“Yet.”

“I’ll be telling HR you called me a slut.”

“Hoping they’ll sleep with you too?” 

You couldn’t help but laugh, pushing her slightly with your shoulder. As the numbers on the lift drew higher, the two of you settled down. Joking with your friend was one thing but you needed people here to take you seriously, even if you were just the cleaner.

“Are the people here nice?” You weren’t expecting your voice to sound so… small.

Emily looked over at you, affectionately bumping your shoulder. “Yeah, most of them are lovely.” 

“What about the others?”

“Fuckable.”

The lift doors opened and filled the floor with the sound of your combined laughter. 

—-

“And down here, you have Mister Wayne’s office.” You followed Emily down the hallway, looking into an office and making eye contact with an older man. You gave him a quick smile and was pleased when he returned it. 

“That’s Lucius Fox, he’s really the boss.”

“What about Bruce Wayne?” 

“What about him?” Emily stopped at the front of the last door.

“Well, it’s Wayne Enterprises, isn’t it?”

“Why don’t you ask him yourself?”

You couldn’t help but gasp as she threw the door open, jumping to apologise to the aforementioned man. 

Only, he wasn’t there.

Emily laughed, walking further into the room. “He’s hardly here, probably recovering from his drunken nights spent with supermodels.”

You hesitantly followed her in, amazed by the so-called office. This one room was probably bigger than your whole apartment. It definitely had better views. 

“I’m not sure you should be talking about our boss like that,” you mumbled, walking over to the floor to ceiling windows. 

Emily came to stand next to you, “it’s not like he’s ever here to hear it.”

“Don’t be so sure.”

Your breath caught in your throat as you jolted around, instantly fearing the worst. Was it possible you could be fired before you even got your first paycheck? How were you going to pay rent now?

You couldn’t tell if you should be relieved or not when you realised it was the man you’d smiled at earlier. Lucius Fox. 

“I’ll believe it when I see it.” Emily replied, turning back to the view. 

Oh my God. What was she doing? “Please excuse my friend, Mr Fox. I think she meant-”

“I know what she meant,” he responded while walking over. 

You opted to say nothing and pretended to look out the window, wishing for the tension to dissipate as quickly as possible.

“You’re scaring them to death, Fox.” 

The older man laughed, coming to rest his hand on your shoulder. “Worry not, dear. You’ll grow used to the banter.”

The tension started melting from your shoulders, maybe this wouldn’t be so bad, after all.

—

Within two weeks, you’d fallen into a comfortable routine. You came into work at 3:45 to make yourself a tea and read your book, before starting work at 4. You start at the side furthest from Wayne’s office, as they left the earliest. By the time you reached the common areas, the rest of the staff would be leaving, only Fox remaining. He was always the last one to leave, usually close to 7. You couldn’t help but feel sorry for him, since you knew he was typically the first person in the office too. So, you’d bring him a decaffeinated coffee around 5pm. You’d find yourself talking to him for a while, usually about stories from the past that you could both laugh about. 

Truth be told, you were starting to really enjoy the man's company. He had a dry sense of humour that you found hilarious. Being in the office late could be rather lonely, so you clung onto the moments you had with him. 

A positive of working alone in the office was that you could play all your music out loud. You’d recently gotten into a podcast where three friends read stories and discussed them. A lot of them were light hearted or ‘am i the asshole’ reddit posts.

Tonight, you listened to their supernatural episode as you finished up in Fox’s office when you heard a bang down the hallway. Slowly, you creeped to the door to peep down the corridor but there was no one there.

Maybe the ghost stories were getting to you. You shook your head and turned back into the office when you heard the noise again. Jumping, you looked toward the sound. The only thing down there was Mr Wayne’s office.

Clutching your mop between closed fists, you edged down the hallway. Taking a deep breath, you pushed the door open and rushed in, hoping to catch the perpetrator in action.

Only the office was empty, of course it was. You couldn’t help the relief that coursed through your veins. It was obviously going to be empty, you had yet to see The Bruce Wayne in this room. You were starting to wonder if it had even been used. Maybe Fox should get this office, that way someone can appreciate the view.

You laughed quietly to yourself before turning off the podcast and putting on some tunes. That was more than enough scares for you tonight.

Unbeknownst to you, you were not alone. A certain billionaire had stumbled in here before his night duty, expecting to find the place empty as usual. He hadn’t been in for a few weeks now but things rarely changed this high in the building.

Then you’d burst into the room, armed with a mop and suddenly he couldn’t breathe. You were the single most beautiful person he’d ever seen. Who were you and what were you doing here? 

He couldn’t help the way his dick twitched in his trousers. No. Now is not the time. 

He stayed in the shadows and watched you work, diligently going from one room to another before stopping in the kitchen to make a drink. You pulled a book out of your bag and read for a while. Bruce found himself creeping closer, eager to see what you were reading. 

Then you looked up and it seemed like you were staring straight at him. He knew you couldn’t see him but he couldn’t stop the way his heart stuttered in his chest. Nor the way his lower half jolted. 

What was it about you that made his infamous control slip? He’d never had this issue, not even as a teenager.

Your eyes widened as you kept gazing in his direction and he slowly turned his head. The bat symbol drifted amongst the clouds. 

He held back a sigh as he shifted further into the darkness. 

Maybe he was due a visit back into the office, after all. 

—

Or maybe not. 

It had been a week since Bruce first saw you in his office, clutching a mop like your life depended on it. Sometimes, when he lay awake in his bed, he thought about how oblivious you were to his presence that night. And every night since.

He should really get you some self defence classes, perhaps send them as a gift from Wayne Enterprises. He hated thinking about what could’ve happened if he really was a burglar. He could only keep you so safe, you needed to be able to handle yourself. 

Then he felt a bit crazy. Here he was, talking about you like you were… part of his life. Although, he supposed at this point you were part of his life. He just wasn’t part of yours. Too many times he’d driven to the building just to never get out of his car.

He’d asked Fox about you at his last equipment meeting. He tried to act nonchalant about it, casually asking if there were any new staff on the top floor. 

“We have a new cleaner.” Fox said, relaying your name. “They’ve been here for about three weeks. Settling in very well.”

Bruce repeated your name, strangely satisfied by the way it rolled off his tongue. 

“May I inquire why you’ve asked about them?” Fox’s words caught Bruce off guard. “You’ve never been interested in the Wayne staff before.”

“Just keeping up to date with the comings and goings of my fathers legacy.” Bruce suddenly found the kevlar padding very interesting. 

“Better late than never, I suppose.” Fox hummed, running his fingers across the fabric. “This kevlar is half the weight of your current gear.”

“Is it still as durable?”

You didn’t come up in the conversation again but Fox filed the information away, eager to ask Alfred about it. 

—

“What does your partner think about you working so late?”

Fox’s question caught you completely off guard, causing you to almost spurt out your tea. He immediately grabbed the tissues off his desk, handing them to you.

“Forgive me, it was an inappropriate question.” 

“No, no, no. It’s fine.” You said, finally swallowing down your mouthful. “I, uh, don’t have a partner. So, I don’t think they mind.”

“I suppose that makes two of us.” 

Before you could respond, he tactfully changed the conversation. 

—

“They’re single, you know.” 

Bruce furrowed his eyebrows but didn’t look away from his newspaper. “Whose single, Alfred?”

His heart almost broke free from his chest when Alfred said your name. 

“How would you know that?” Bruce’s words were more rushed than he would’ve liked, the newspaper long forgotten on the table.

“Every old man has his secrets.”

“You spoke to Fox,” Bruce sighed. “They probably thought he was coming onto them.”

“Worried you have competition, Master Wayne?” 

Bruce couldn’t help but chuckle. 

“You know, I may not be the master of romance but I hear that the first step in any relationship is to talk to each other.” 

“Obviously,” Bruce muttered, picking his newspaper back up.

“What you’re doing right now has a name, Master Wayne.” 

“And what is that?”

“Stalking.”

Bruce couldn’t help but flinch at the word. He turned to defend himself but Alfred was already gone, leaving him a pot of tea. 

—

You were sitting in the kitchen, tea in one hand and your book in the other. You’d found yourself in the office a bit earlier than usual but didn’t mind. It was always good to have some time to wind down before you started your shift. 

“What are you reading?” 

You couldn’t help but inwardly sigh, putting your bookmark in. “Just a-” Your breath caught in your throat as you looked up. If Russell was attractive, this man was downright gorgeous. A face carved for a god with luscious hair combed behind his ear. 

He looked eerily familiar but you couldn’t quite place him. You could feel your cheeks heat up as you bought your gaze back down to the book.

“I’ve never heard of The Dry Heart before,” Bruce’s heart leapt from his chest as he took the seat across from you. “What’s it about?”

You sneaked a glance up at him but immediately looked back down when you made eye contact. “It’s about an unhappy marriage, I’m reading it for a book club.”

He hummed, his eyes searching your face. You were even more breath-catching up close. “You must be our new cleaner,” you liked the way he said your name far too much. “I’ve been meaning to catch up with you.”

“You have?” Who was this man? You would remember seeing such a gorgeous face among the office. 

“I try to meet all the new employees but I’ve been a bit slack lately, please forgive me.”

You slowly lifted your eyes to look at him and couldn’t help the way your lips lifted. 

“Consider it forgotten,” you said softly.

He opened his mouth to respond but was cut off by Fox. 

“Mr Wayne, how lovely to see you again.” Lucius came in and stood beside you. “I see you’ve met our latest employee.”

Your eyes shoot, Mr Wayne? Surely not. In your rushed state, you completely missed the way Fox smirked at Bruce, causing the younger man to stare daggers back at him.

“Of course, it’s important to know everyone in the office.” 

Fox hummed, turning back to you. “Please excuse us, I have a very important meeting to drag Mr Wayne into.” 

“Uh, yeah, sure.” You had a hard time even saying the words, your mind whirling. Wasn’t Bruce Wayne an arrogant asshole? This man was the furthest from that. He was so kind and funny. And good looking. Holy shit was he good looking.

No, you’re not doing that. Not to your boss. Especially not when your boss is a world famous womaniser. 

You can’t help the way your eyes follow him as he walks out or the way they trail down to his perfect ass. Entering the hallway, Fox rolls his eyes when he sees the massive smirk on Bruce’s face. 

—

“I was hoping I’d find you here.”

You can’t help but jump as Bruce walks into the kitchen. “Mr. Wayne, I didn’t expect to see you so soon.”

“Please,” he sits down at the table and smiles at you. “Call me Bruce.”

“Okay, Bruce.” 

Bruce savours the way his name rolls off your tongue and how your cheeks go bright red under his gaze. His eyes follow as your blush spreads down your neck and under your neckline. 

“I usually take the new employees out for lunch, your turn is well overdue.” He takes a moment before continuing. “I guess ours would be more like dinner.”

“I suppose so,” you smile at him, oblivious to his wandering gaze. “But you don’t have to do that, Bruce. It’s fine, honestly.”

“I insist. How about tonight?”

You brought a lousy microwave dinner for tonight but there’s no reason why it can’t wait for tomorrow. Plus, who doesn’t like a free dinner? Lost in thought, Bruce takes the opportunity to study the way you bite your lip and store it away for later. 

“Sure, tonight is good.”

—

You weren’t sure what to expect during dinner but it wasn’t this. Bent over, your hand clutching your side in an attempt to ease your stitch as you laugh hysterically. Bruce is laughing too, his smile so big it shows his perfectly pearly whites.

“No way, you’re lying.” You gasp between breaths.

“I wish,” Bruce looks away in faux-shame. “I wasn’t always the smoothest.”

“I find that hard to believe.” Your laugh settles into a smile. 

“Why’s that?” He sounds genuine when he asks, curious even.

“Well, look at you.” You immediately heat at the implication, quickly stuttering off an excuse. This is not a date. “Y-You’re The Bruce Wayne. It would’ve been a-all over the newspapers if you, uh, messed up.”

Bruce merely hums, his eyes dropping down to your lips as you bite away at them again. 

This is bad. You cannot be flirting with the boss, especially not your boss's boss. Sure, he might be into it now but he’s not known to stick around with the same person for long. You can not afford to lose this job if things go bad.

You’re saved by the server coming back to drop off the check. Bruce’s hand grasps yours as you go to take the check, sending a bolt of electricity down your arm. His eyes find your own, a small smile gracing his lips.

“I’ve got you.”

Fuck. 

[lovexjoe]

PENPALS Part 3

Your dad was suppose to be home 4 days ago with Uncle Mike but they are no where to be found. You were currently leaving the hospital when the news report caught your attention.. WANTED FUGITIVES? It broke your heart knowing Captain passed the way he did. Your dad gave you the phone call and you couldn’t even make it to the funeral due to your exams and clinicals. You knew it wasn’t true at all, someone had to be framing them.

But who is that other person with them? You knew Mike had a son but you never knew any details beyond that. They were broadcasting names and pictures on the tv. Uncle Mike popped up first. Your phone interrupted everything and you decided to just step outside because it was quiet hours in the hospital. You picked up the phone and nearly cried.

“Hey baby, yes I’m okay, but I need you to go to Dorn’s house. We got some injuries we need some help with.” Your heart felt whole again to hear your dad’s voice.

“Okay I’ll be right there.” You snuck out with a kit from the hospital and headed straight to Dorn’s house. You notice a black van was following you for quite some time, but you managed to lose them.

As you pulled into the driveway your heart started to beat fast. The idea of something happening to your dad really shook you to the core. Being away from home for so long due to nursing school you lost so much time with your family. You also missed Uncle Mike, he’s the only person that knows how to deal with your dad.

You knocked on the door to see Dorn and immediately he gives you a hug. You missed him and Kelly so much. As you walk inside you immediately give your dad a hug and check to see if he had any bad injuries.

“There’s my favorite niece!” Uncle Mike picks you up and spins you around. You noticed a familiar face in the kitchen and your heart immediately went to your ass.

“What the fuck are you doing here?!” You look at the prisoner who you’ve fell head over heels for but haven’t heard a word from in 2 weeks. Armando just stood in the kitchen holding a beer looking like a lost puppy. He knew he was going to see you once Marcus made that call.

“Y/N this is my son Armando he-“

“YOUR SON?!” You were in love with a MIKE 2.0 ??!??!!? That Lowrey DNA is a fucking bitch. You had the biggest crush on Uncle Mike in your teenage years now you bent ass backwards over his son.

“Princess it’s okay. He’s come a long way since killing Captain Howard-“ Marcus tries comforting you.

“Marcus…” Mike gives him a dirty look cause it was a low blow.

He killed Captain Howard?……

The look on your face broke Armando’s heart. Yes he killed Captain Howard and if he had a choice he would have never done it. He watched the terror of it unfold in front of his eyes and he regretted every moment of it. Whatever you guys had was probably dead after hearing that. You ended the conversation as you started to clean up Uncle Mike’s wounds.

“Geez I remember when I was babysitting you now you over here cleaning me up.” Mike jokes as he sips on a beer.

“Sounds like you getting old” You started to laugh as he straightens himself up and push his chest out.

“There was a car following me on the way over here but I managed to lose it.” You finished stitching up his wound and Armando was next.

“You should stay here tonight just in case. You and Armando can share the guest bedroom. Mike and Marcus can stay on the pullout.” Dorn suggested and Kelly agrees with him.

“Armando you sleeping on the floor and don’t get any ideas!” Marcus warns.

“Please Marcus, that boy is clearly in love with whoever in dem damn polaroids he got on him.” Mike teases and your face immediately turns red as you wipe down Armando’s wound. He tries to maintain a straight face but he couldn’t help the little smile that creeped up. Yes he was in love with you as crazy as it sounded. He wanted to tell you after the visit but he lost all his access due to the fight.

After playing nurse for everybody, it was time to clean up and get some rest. You and Armando headed off to the guest bedroom with the clothes and towels Dorn gave you. As soon as the door closed, you pulled him in for a hug. Yes he killed Captain Howard, but he wouldn’t be here if he didn’t have any redeeming qualities. You let all your emotions come to the surface.

“I thought I lost you…”You let out a soft cry. Armando caress your face and wiped your tears. He didn’t deserve you even after hearing he killed Captain you still wanted to talk to him. He didn’t want to question it, he just thanked his lucky stars.

“You could never lose me mami. I love you Y/N. The day after the visit, I wanted to tell you but the fight happened and they cut off all my access. I love you I’m so lucky to even have you.” That all you needed to hear. You pulled him in a for kiss. This time you guys had extra hours to yourself no guards to interrupt your time.

“Alright stinky go take a shower!” He strips down and you took both of your clothes to the laundry. Obviously you checked to see if anyone was up but the lights were already out. Your dad and Uncle Mike already snoring in the living room. You hopped into the shower with him, taking in his figure for the first time. He had old scars and some new wounds but god was he handsome. The water cascading down his caramel skin had you drooling. You couldn’t help but take in how …..packed he was. He was already bricked up but you couldn’t blame him. You knew he’d be getting off to your picture so seeing you in front of him like this…..he was using the last bit of self control he had.

“Touch me….” You wrapped his arms around you as the water hits the both of you. The warmth of the water and the steam filling the air was adding to the heat you were feeling for him.

“I-I shouldn’t ….we should wait…” Your foreheads touching as his hands stay firmly at your waist. He didn’t want you to feel like you were obligated to give him some ass just cause he’s out of prison. He could easily help himself in the middle of the night or just have self control. But seeing you out those fucking scrubs had him bricked and aching.

“Armando I’ve waited long enough…please touch me….I need you…” you moved his hands to your ass and started to kiss on his neck.

Fuck. The self control was out the window.

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[vickytaa]

𝕯𝖔 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖉𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖆𝖗𝖐𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘? 𝕻.2.

𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔢𝔯𝔶: A new video in collaboration with Sam and Colby, where the group enters an abandoned church full of mysteries. What starts as an exciting adventure quickly turns into a nightmare. Y/n will have terrifying nightmares and must fight her fears after entering the darkness. Part 1.

"She... The girl was one of the few people who saw a nun, even though the place is abandoned. Some say they couldn't stop seeing her when they looked in the mirror, others say it was just that moment, and others say they stopped seeing her but strange things happened around them. What they did notice was that there was a kind of pattern, when the person was afraid, the nun's curse was even stronger, as if..."

"As if it was feeding on fear." Colby finished.

My body began to shake desperately, fear coursing through my veins. I tried to look at Matt, who was also scared but was trying his best not to break down there.

We all looked at each other, knowing that the best thing was to keep me company. "Honey, you..." Matt tried to calm me down, but I interrupted him, "Stay with me. Please, Matt," I begged, grabbing his shirt as if I would die if I didn't.

Matt hugged me tighter as I rested my head more and more against his chest. "I was scared, Matt." He pulled away a little, but just enough to see my face. My eyes were full of panic, even though almost an hour had passed since the incident. It broke him to see me like this, because normally I was the strong one, the brave one, but now? now I was scared.

"It's okay, sweetheart. You're with me now, I'm not going anywhere." Matt said. The words hung in the air as I tried to reach them, to believe them. I knew Matt wasn't going to leave my side, but I was scared of what might happen. What if I go back to the darkness?

Matt sat me on his lap, to have me even closer, showering me with small kisses to try to calm me down. My body began to tremble as my mind replayed the scenarios over and over again, each time feeling more real. I tried to push those thoughts away to drown myself in Matt's love and security.

Another hour passed, and the event was almost forgotten, at the back of my mind. I was laughing at a joke Matt made to make me feel something other than fear. "Matt, I think... I think we should continue with the video," I said, now sure that nothing else was going to happen.

Or so I thought...

We started looking for the others until we found them about to do the 'Estes method' where the person doing it is blindfolded and listens to words coming out of a 'special' radio, through headphones.

It was my favorite part of Sam and Colby's videos, but I still felt a little scared to get back into the game. So, when they asked who was going to do it, I immediately said no.

"I'll do it," Matt said, "I'll go with you," Chris followed. We all agreed and started with the method.

"If any person or being is here with us, please communicate through the devices," Colby said.

Silence.

"I repeat, if any being is here with us, communicate through these devices."

Silence, again.

We all started asking questions every now and then, but with no answers, as if neither Chris nor Matt could connect with the entities here.

Few insignificant words came out despite the long time they were there. Colby touched Chris's shoulder while I touched Matt's.

When they took off the equipment, we explained that it hadn't worked well, and they replied that we could try again. Despite the fear, I didn't want to miss out, for me, the best part of the video, so I decided to be brave and offered to do it.

At first, everyone hesitated, but after insisting a little more, they let me.

I sat in the wooden chair, with the headphones and blindfold on. Matt rested his hand on my thigh to assure me that he was there.

"Death," I heard the neutral voice from the headphones, "Death," I repeated exactly the same, interpreting the tone.

"Father," "Father."

The words weren't making much sense, but I was sure they were answering the questions the others were asking.

Shortly after, I heard a small, gruff laugh, which made me jump a little in fear, as I felt it in my right ear, as if a man was there. "A small laugh, like an adult man," I said.

The meaningless words quickly reappeared, "Fire," "Broken," "Eight," among others.

Suddenly, that gruff-voiced man's laugh was heard again, "The man's laugh again," I said, now a little scared, since normally words or things don't repeat.

Matt's hand was still there, motionless, squeezing my leg every now and then.

The radio went silent, no more words came out of there, until a deep voice said, "Are you afraid of the dark?"

My body tensed quickly, my hands began to shake. It was the same voice as before. I'd had enough.

I desperately took off the headphones and threw them on the floor. My hands traveled to the back of my head, to untangle the knot and take off the blindfold. I quickly opened my eyes, and there...

There was nothing.

Only darkness.

"No, please, not again!" I started to scream desperately, the air trapped in my throat. My eyes filled with tears and poured down my face. My head was killing me, and I slowly started to feel dizzy, my legs were slowly giving out and my heart was getting tired of beating.

I closed my eyes but quickly opened them at the feeling of being shaken. "Y/N!" Matt said, his face was practically inches from mine, but I could read his panic from miles away.

My mind was clouded, as I did nothing. The tears were falling down my face, but I couldn't feel them anymore. Nor did I feel that warmth of Matt when he hugged me.

I was exhausted. My legs felt like I'd run a marathon, and breathing was as hard as if I were at the top of the highest mountain.

"Let's go home," Matt said, hugging me and carrying me to the car. I wanted to stay there to finish the video they'd been planning for months, feeling guilty for ruining it, but at that point, I was so weak I couldn't even form a word.

Matt said goodbye to everyone and took me to the car. He quickly started it and began to drive. The tiredness was killing me, and since I got tired of fighting it, unfortunately, I lost and fell fast asleep.

The softness and comfort of my bed woke me up. "Matt..." I tried to look for him but my eyelids were too tired to open.

"I'm here, love. Let's sleep," Matt said, gently wrapping an arm around my waist, pulling me as close as possible.

Hours passed and the tiredness never came. I really tried to fall asleep, to follow Matt, but I just couldn't.

I decided that the best thing to do would be to get some water and go back to bed, it was simple and quick, right?

Right?

The scenes of today were in the back of my mind, while the glass of water was in front of everything. I slowly got out of his embrace and got up to go to the kitchen. The house was silent, which indicated that Nick and Chris hadn't returned yet. I felt a little bad for ruining their video, but I also didn't want to stay there to continue suffering.

The lights were off, a cold breeze passed, sending shivers down my spine. There was a strange tension in the air, as if something was going to happen, but I decided to ignore it.

I grabbed the glass and poured myself some cold water, trying to calm my nighttime thoughts. I was already out of there, I was with Matt, there was nothing to worry about. Or was there?

I turned to leave the glass on the counter, and there I saw her.

Kneeling in front of me, the nun again.

Panic and fear ran through my veins. I was frozen, not knowing what to do. I dropped the glass on the floor, shattering into a thousand pieces, but I couldn't hear it anymore, I could only hear the nun's sobs, getting louder and louder.

"Matt! Matt, please!!" I started to scream desperately, but for some strange reason, I couldn't hear anything. No matter how hard I screamed, nothing came out of my mouth.

I grabbed my throat in desperation. My eyes wide open, I watched as the nun slowly stood up in front of me, clearly towering over me.

Her burned hands detached from her face, moving slowly towards my neck.

Tears streamed down my eyes without stopping, my body completely frozen, all my strength trying to scream or get something to wake Matt up, but nothing helped.

The nun's hands, cold and dusty, began to squeeze my throat, cutting off my breath.

This was it, there was nothing else to do. All my strength spent, my soul slowly leaving my body.

𝕴 𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖓𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖉𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖆𝖗𝖐𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘.

𝐕 -

[eyesfullofsttars]

⋆ ୨୧ ₊ﾟ your lips + my lips = apocalypse ⋆ ୨୧ ₊ﾟ

sypnosis: once they become gfs, this lets abby freely be the most affectionate and loving partner, constantly giving ellie kisses for absolutely anything.

notes: this is pure, senseless fluff!!! i firmly believe abby would be obsessed with giving cheek kisses (ellie too, but she's more into neck kisses)

Abby’s new favorite habit since starting a relationship with Ellie is showering her with affection! After spending so long in love with her, laughing at all her bad jokes, and subtly seeking her touch, she now has the freedom to be physically affectionate without any awkwardness.

Ellie can be entirely engrossed in a video game, and her focus will be delightfully interrupted by Abby, who gently cups her freckled face with her large hand, covering every inch of her skin with tender, adoring pecks.

In the mornings, the first thing Abby does before even opening her eyes is search for Ellie, snuggling up to her and planting soft, loving kisses on her shoulder, trailing up to her neck, and ending with a gentle nibble on her ear.

When she returns from training, work, or just being out of the house, Abby eagerly anticipates being welcomed with a kiss on the cheek from Ellie as she takes off her sneakers at the door.

Even the wallpaper on Abby’s phone (without a single crack on the screen!) is a picture of Ellie trying to take a selfie in the mirror, with Abby playfully interrupting by grabbing her jaw to plant a sweet kiss on her lips.

In the winter, when Ellie refuses to bundle up despite being the coldest person in the world, Abby ends up holding her hands between her own, warming her cold fingers and planting delicate kisses on her knuckles with a small, knowing smile that silently says, “I told you that it was freezing outside…”

Summer has its perks too. When Ellie asks for help applying sunscreen, Abby seizes the opportunity to massage her back muscles, leaving a trail of soft, gentle pecks on every freckle she finds.

Whenever Ellie says something that makes Abby laugh (which is always), Abby ends up giggling and giving her a kiss on the cheek or the top of her head, as if thanking her for making her smile without even trying.

Even just seeing Ellie focused on cooking or working on a painting, constantly scrutinizing her own art, Abby will appear behind her, wrapping her arms around her and calming her with slow, tender kisses on her cheek.

Any excuse to kiss Williams is good enough!

Did Ellie’s hard work on dinner turn out to be delicious? Abby will take a bite and then immediately congratulate her with a tender peck on the lips.

Are they about to go to sleep next to each other? To ensure sweet dreams free from nightmares, their lips will meet, promising to find each other between the sheets before they rest.

Abby is completely obsessed with her loser girlfriend...

[lilahisntsadanymore]

A very long time ago, seriously maybe a year ago, one anonymous person requested:

hii i was wondering if you can do a request where the reader is with bonnie, but finn secretly likes her? reader is worrying and cleaning up bonnie after boxing and finn is kinda jelly

Hope you will enjoy it!

Pairing: Bonnie Gold x fem!reader, Finn Shelby being into reader

Words count: 2.1k

Warnings: none I think

Y/f/n - your father's name

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Actions & consequences

Y/n Y/l/n - Bonnie's biggest fan and supporter in his boxing career. Since they've met, she had never missed any of his matches, nor his sparrings and surprisingly he won every time. Of course, Bonnie believed his hard work and the effort he put into training were just a half of the reason why he kept winning.

"You're my lucky charm, did I ever tell you that?" Bonnie said, like he did many times before. And like many times before, it brought a smile upon Y/n's face.

"Maybe once or twice." Y/n joked. Obviously, there were definitely more than two times. "Could you stop talking for a moment, though? Please, just for the moment I take care of this cut."

Bonnie nodded his head and let Y/n do what she usually used to do after his fights.

They were at King Maine's gym. The trainer was talking to Bonnie's defeated opponent. They were standing by the door, far away from the winner and the girl, so his words were inaudible, but the way he was explaning something seemed to be aggressive, considering his rapid gestures. Not like Y/n would pay attention to anything the trainer was saying, even if she could hear him. She was busy cleaning up her boyfriend's cuts, because even the best fighters get hurt. You can't win a fight without getting a few cuts and Y/n didn't mind taking care of Bonnie's.

The boy was sitting on a chair with the girl straddling his lap, her clothed chest extremely close to his naked, sweaty one. In her hand, she had a wet cloth with which she washed the blood off of the boy's face. Bonnie's hands unconciously landed on Y/n's waist, putting a blush on the girl's face.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't- I don't know how it happened-" Bonnie apologized awkwardly when he realized, immediately taking his hands away. Now he was also blushing.

Despite dating for a while, it was the point of intimacy they haven't reached before. Especially not in a public place. Not like they cared if others see that, but it just didn't feel... natural for them. They were taking things slow.

"It's okay," Y/n assured, "you're my boyfriend, Bonnie, you're allowed to touch me." A giggle escaped her mouth.

"Oh, yeah?" Bonnie smirked playfully. "Then I assume I'm also allowed to do this." His hands were suddenly under Y/n's thighs and he stood up, picking her up.

Y/n laughed. She dropped the cloth on the floor as her arms went around Bonnie's neck, helping her not fall down. They kissed and both smiled through the kiss.

Suddenly, they heard someone clearing his throat. It made them stop what they were doing, Bonnie put Y/n back on the ground. They turned to face the person who interrupted them.

"Finn?" Y/n asked surprised to see her friend. "What are you doing here?"

"How long have you been standing here?" Her boyfriend added.

Finn looked at Bonnie with an angry stare, "long enough," then shifted his eyes to Y/n. "Tommy sent me."

Bonnie spoke before Y/n could open her mouth again. "Why wouldn't Mr. Shelby come here himself?"

"Because it's not about you, it's about her." Finn walked up closer to the couple. He gave Bonnie another hateful look. "'Besides I wasn't talking to you, was I?"

"And what could Tommy possibly want from me at," Y/n looked at the clock nearby, "seven in the evening?"

"Exactly, it's seven in the evening. Your father gave Tommy a call, asking him to ask me to walk you home."

"How did my dad know I'm here? You didn't tell him, did you?"

Y/f/n wouldn't expect her to be at the gym, because he didn't know she was dating Bonnie. He thought they were just good friends, like she was with the Shelby boys or Polly's son. Y/n didn't want her dad to find out she's dating Bonnie.

"We're covering for you... as always for the past few weeks." He really put an emphasis on that. "Tommy told him you were in the stables by Charlie's yard. Taking care of the horses."

"Thanks. I promise I'll tell him, but not yet. It's not the right time."

"Alright, sure," Finn didn't believe her, "let's go already, shall we?"

"No worries," Bonnie gave Finn a pat on the back, "I can walk her. I was going to anyway, you didn't have to bother yourself coming here."

Bonnie smiled kindly at Finn, he didn't quite realize that the youngest Shelby brother dislikes him. He's been acting like this since Bonnie had met him, so he thought that's just the way he is. He had no idea it's because of Y/n. Because of how quickly Bonnie stole Y/n's heart.

"Don't put your fuckin' hands on me," Finn pushed Bonnie away from himself, "unless you wanna fuckin' fight."

"Relax, we can spar sometime. When do you have time?"

"Even right now. Right here. Or we can go out, do it in the street. I don't care."

"Jesus, Finn! No fuckin' fighting." Y/n scolded her lifelong friend. "What happened to you? Did Arthur start giving you cocaine?" Met with silence on Finn's side, Y/n continued. "Alright, I guess it'll be me walking you home."

"And who's gonna walk you after you walk him?" Bonnie asked. "Remember about the vendetta. Your father helps Mr. Shelby, the Italians are after you also."

"I'm not a baby. You need to rest, it's a good idea I walk with Finn. Besides, we live close to each other."

Bonnie hesitated for a moment, but then agreed. "Okay. But I'll see you tomorrow morning, alright, love?"

"Alright, golden boy." With a smile on her face, Y/n gave her boyfriend a kiss that lasted a bit longer than she intended.

Finn cleared his throat again. "You'll see each other tomorrow, no need to be eating each other's faces."

Y/n said her final goodbye of the day to her boyfriend and then walked outside with her friend. Giving him a friendly bump to the arm, she asked, "Why have you been so stiff lately, Finn?"

The girl laughed, but her friend didn't seem to be in the right mood for jokes. He took a cigarette and put it between his lips, then lit it up.

"Why don't you see it?" Smoke left his mouth as he spoke.

"Why don't I see what?" Y/n was in a mood too good to notice there was something wrong with Finn. She hadn't noticed anything for the past few weeks.

He was disappointed. "Nothing..."

Finn took such a big inhale from his cigarette, that it made him choke and cough. The girl patted him on the back with a friendly laughter. As Finn fixed his posture and coughed for one last time, he offered his friend the cigarette.

"No, thank you." She refused. "I've stopped smoking 'cause Bonnie says-"

"This is what I'm talking about. Now you see what I meant? Bonnie does this, Bonnie says that. Bonnie, Bonnie, Bonnie. And where is there space for me?"

The words shoot out of Finn's mouth like bullets from a gun. He would never target Y/n with a real gun, but these bullets were meant to get into her brain. And maybe, hopefully, shoot some sense into it.

"Bonnie is my boyfriend, Finn, you can't blame me for hanging out with him or supporting him in his path."

"Do you hear yourself, Y/n?" The boy slightly raised his voice. "We've known him for the same amount of time, which is few weeks, and you speak of him like he's your husband."

"Don't raise your voice at me, Finn Shelby. We've known Bonnie for the same amount of time, yet you've always treated him like he's one of the Changrettas."

"Don't tell me when I can or cannot raise me voice. Are you surprised I treat him like this?!"

"Yeah, I am! He's on our side, Finn! You didn't even give him a chance!"

"No, I really mean, are you surpised?" He put emphasis on the last part of the question. "Lately you've been all over him! You barely spend time with me anymore."

"Once again, he's my boyfriend!"

"After a few weeks he's your boyfriend, huh? You've known me your whole life, but have you ever thought of me this way?"

Y/n opened her mouth, but no words came out. She didn't know what to say. Finn's eyes were piercing her. After a few seconds, she finally spoke. "What do you mean?"

"Exactly what you've heard. How can you have feelings for someone you've known few weeks, meanwhile you've known me your whole life!"

"Excuse me? Have you ever put any effort into actually telling me you like me more than a friend?! Of course besides trying to make me jealous by flirting with other girls in front of me..."

Now Finn was the speechless one. She was right, he did all this just to make her jealous. How would she know? And why didn't it work, why didn't it make her fall in love with him? Isaiah said girls love men who hit on many women. He said the more jealous you make her feel, the more she wants you.

"That's right, Finn," Y/n continued, "I knew you're doing it on purpose."

"So..." Finn wasn't even sure what he wanted to say. He felt lost in his own thoughts. "Does it mean you're using the same technique on me? With Bonnie?"

"Please," Y/n scoffed, "I had feelings for you, I truly did. But I lost them, 'cause you were messing around with others. Bonnie doesn't make me feel like I have to compete with other girls."

Finn wanted to say something. Perhaps apologize, but it was too late for this. Nothing was Bonnie's fault, he didn't do anything. If Finn wasn't so stupid and didn't listen to Isaiah's advice, him and Y/n could've been something more by now.

They never stopped walking, so now they were almost by the door of Finn's home. By the time he found any words, they have reached the door.

"What now?" The boy asked, making Y/n scoff again.

"How about we keep things how they were before this conversation, except from now on you will tolerate my boyfriend and be nice to him?"

"But he-"

"No, I don't even wanna hear it. It were you and your actions that made me lose any romantic interest I had in you, Finn."

"That's not fair!"

"That's what you get for listening to Isaiah instead of using your own brain. Seems very fair to me."

Suddenly, the door of the flat opened and they saw Polly. She looked at them and raised her eyebrows. "Why are you chit-chatting outside? Come in, I'll make you some tea."

Y/n sent the woman a kind look. "Thank you, Mrs. Gray, but I was just about to go home. Actually, my dad called Tommy and Tommy told Finn to go get me, 'cause it was so late and-" She started babbling. It felt so weird to say no to tea offered by Polly, but Y/n stayed as polite as she could.

"No worries, Y/n," the woman smiled, "where were you so late in the evening?

Polly was curious, but she didn't want to pressure Y/n into answering. And Y/n didn't want to give her the honest answer. She knew what Polly thought of the Golds. Even if they were now working with them, Polly, and a few others, still saw them as savages.

"I was at the stables," Y/n said according to the excuse Finn told her.

"Yes, she was..." Finn added to purposely make her excuse sound less believable.

There wasn't a thing you could hide from Polly Gray. Even without what Finn said, she knew Y/n wasn't telling her the truth. She could sense it.

"Alright, you should head home then. You must be very tired." But who was she to force Y/n to spit out the truth? The girl had her own family to lie to. Whether they found out, was not Polly's business nor problem, as long as Y/n was safe. And the woman knew she was.

"Goodnight, Mrs. Gray, I'd love to come for tea another time," Y/n gave Polly one of her nicest smiles, "bye, Finn," and a pretty much emotionless bye to Finn.

Polly and Finn watched Y/n walk away. She did live nearby, a few flats away and was home in seconds.

"Whatever you've done to her, Finn, I hope you apologized. Or plan to do it."

[brooooswriting]

Hey can I request a fic with Jenna or Tara up to you but it’s like reader is not used to people listening and liking her rambling about something she’s passionate about like super hero’s and comics for example and then Jenna or Tara actually do listen without stopping her and saying she’s annoying and then reader gets all giddy and happy

Own world

Popular!Tara Carpenter x reader

“Did you see the Marvel movie I recommended? It’s really great, the way-“ you couldn’t even finish your sentence before your roommate turned away to talk to someone else which made your shoulder sink. This was quite common, your friends never really listened to you, no matter how important the topic was to you. You loved films, it was just a passion of yours as it gave you some sense of comfort in a shitty household. It was also something to do when everybody else was out but you stayed in due to anxiety. You never guessed today would be different.

“Which one? The new guardian of the galaxy?” A small brunette asked, you didn’t even notice her sit down. She must have sat down while you were quiet for a second after you were interrupted. “N-no, the black widow one” you mumbled out carefully, deciding to keep your sentences short, it minimized the risk of getting cut off. “That’s a great one, the Dynamic between Natasha and Yelena is awesome” she smiled at you. You took a second to look at the girl, she was familiar somehow, you believed that she was in your calculus lecture. “Yeah, it’s nice” you mumbled as you played with your water bottle, you guys had a break but you didn’t like eating in front of people. “And she has never watched it?” The girl asked causing you to shake your head, “well which other marvel movie would you recommend and why?” Your face lit up immediately, hers did too. “Oh, the new Thor movie is quite nice, it has a lot of comedy to it but still maintains a balance between jokes and actual storyline. But if you like leading female roles you should watch the new black panther…” you were, again, interrupted by your roommate who now just noticed the brunette in front of you.

“Omg Tara, when did you sit down? I didn’t even notice you, or I would have rescued you earlier” the side eye that was thrown your way was pretty hard but what was even harder was how the brunette, Tara it seems, laughed. You thought she was dearly interested but you were wrong. With disappointment settled into your chest you stood up and walked away, deciding to go back to your dorm room to read some comics you just got. You didn’t notice the way Tara watched you walk away.

The next time you saw her was the next day in your calculus lecture, she sat a row in front of you with two other girls and two guys, while you sat alone. You knew one of the girls that sat next to her, Mindy, she was in your lecture about film and you worked some project together. The short haired girl turned around and waved at you which made you smile as you waved back.

During the lecture you glanced at the group every now and then to notice the following things: 1. One of the guys was watching football while the other one was weirdly starring at Tara, 2. Mindy was asleep by now and her girlfriend was doing some work for another lecture and 3. Tara was clearly not getting shit down there and she was the next person that had to pretend, which made her panic.

“Psst, Tara” you mumbled lightly kicking her chair which made her turn, “come up here and I’ll explain it and give you my work” you told her looking straight ahead so the prof wouldn’t notice. In a matter of seconds the girl climbed over the table and sat next to you, “you’re my savior” she mumbled out as she scribbled your answers down while you explained why you did what. “Miss Carpenter, it’s your turn presenting” the prof called out causing her to stand up, she gave you one last look. You nodded at her as a signal of support.

“Wow, I gotta say I’m impressed. This is the best you’ve been the whole year, seems like you improved. Well, lecture is over” you quickly packed your bag and walked out before the brunette came back up but she seemed to be quick enough to still catch up outside. She stood next to you and grabbed your arm to bring you to a hold, “thanks, you really saved me there. Let me take you out for coffee as a thank you” she smiled at you as you two stood in the middle of the hall, people watching you. It was uncommon, someone as popular as Tara with someone as shy as you.

“You don’t have to, but thank you. I just saw you struggle so I thought I could help, and I’m happy I could, you really don’t though. Mr. Bakers exercises are pretty hard most of the time so I totally get why you struggled” Tara watched you ramble with a small smile, she liked when you rambled. She had been watching you for a couple of weeks now, in the lecture and out on campus, or when you were with Mindy. “As much as I like your rambling, I’m taking you out for coffee. You still gotta tell me a bit” she grabbed your wrist again and pulled you into a caffe on the other side of the street.

She ordered and after a small argument also payed your food. “So, are you at the frat parts tonight?” She asked as you walked over the campus with coffee in hand, “no” you mumbled as you played with the cup in your hand. “Why not? I bet it’s gonna be fun” she smiled at you, she liked your shyness. “I don’t really like big parties especially if I barely know anyone, too many people and I still have stuff do to for the classes” you explained, “you would know me and Mindy and your roommate is gonna be there too right?” You only shrugged which caused her to drop the conversation.

“Tara, nice to see you” one girl you didn’t know called out which caused the two of you to stop. “Hey, how are you?” Tara asked the girl as she gave her a quick hug, you zoned out while they talked not noticing that they walked away, but it seems like they also didn’t notice that you didn’t walk with them. When you zoned back again they were kinda gone already, so you decided to turn around and head to the dorms throwing your coffee into the trash.

It was 10:30 pm when you sat in your dorm watching the Hawkeye series again until there was a knock on the door which confused you, your roommate only left 20 minutes ago there was no way she would be back already. So you finally stood up and opened the door to see Tara in a short dress with makeup on. She looked ready to go, so why would she be here? “Hi” she only said as she looked up at you, “what can I do for you?” You asked her as you looked over her shoulder. “You disappeared today, I wanted to check on you” you breathed out a laugh at her words, “you left with somebody else. I though you wanted to go to the party” she sighed as she looked into the dorm. “I did but I think I’d rather stay with you” your face bushed so hard that you tried to cover your face as best as possible. Nonetheless you took a step to the side to let the girl enter your dorm where she was quick to look around your side.

There were posters from the marvel movies and some pictures on the wall, the shelf’s were filled with comics and some books. “So what are we watching? She asked as she sat on your bed, making herself at home, “I was watching the Hawkeye series but we can watch whatever” you mumbled as you sat next to her. “Is that with the guy who shoots arrows?” You laughed a bit as you sat down next to her, “yeah, Hawkeye or Clint Barton but it isn’t just about him”

Five minutes later you were rambling about what kind of impact someone like Kate bishop had on the whole phase and what could possibly happen between Yelena and her. You were talking on and on without any pause, a smile on your face and your hands wildly gesticulating. “I mean it’s just something different you know? And the way they keep on putting more women into the leading roles just gives us as women a totally new opportunity” and again you just kept on talking until you suddenly stopped and just looked at the brunette in front of you. “What’s wrong? Why’d you stop?” She asked as she scanned your face, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to talk the whole time and annoy you” you said as you tuned away from her a bit. “What? Why’d you say that? I was very interested, come on keep talking” she encouraged you with a hand on your leg. “Really?” The shock on your face made her laugh a bit, “yeah”

So you kept talking, you were all giddy, smiling and laughing as you explained why you were so invested and she listened, sometimes asking questions but all with a smile on her face. “Do you maybe wanna, you know, stay and watch it with me? I could lend you something to wear if you want” she smiled brightly as she nodded.

Ten minutes later you two laid in bed in joggers and hoodies, her makeup was washed off showing her natural beauty. The Hawkeye series was playing in the background, “thank you” your voice was small and she wouldn’t have heard you if you weren’t laying so close. “Why?” She asked as she looked at you instead of you laptop, “because you listened to me, people barely do” you explained which made her sigh. The younger carpenter wasn’t sure what to say so instead she just shuffled closer and cuddled up to you.

Somewhere between the episode the two of you fell asleep, cuddled up with the series playing quietly. You woke up the next morning with a sticky note next to your pillow, it was from Tara.

“I had to go back before my sister kills me. Lunch at 2pm? If not call me

Xxx-xxx-xxx”

You smiled at the note as you got ready.

After some torturing lectures it was finally 2 pm. You went outside to find Tara and her group sitting at a table, she immediately waved you over. “Y/n, good that you’re here. Marvel or DC?” Mindy asked as Tara pulled you to sit next to her. “Marvel all the way” you answered causing Mindy and the younger carpenter to high-five. “No, so not true. DC has way better storylines” Chad said, his twin immediately booing him. “Y/n, tell him how he is wrong” the girl next to you said, but you were to self conscious about your rambling. “It’s fine, trust me” she mumbled as she wrapped her arms around your waist which gave you the comfort to start talking.

This was the first time in years that you finally had someone who wanted to listen to you. You discussed the topics with the others while Tara gazed up at you like you hung the stars.

Again you mumbled a “thank you” to her which made her kiss your cheek. You blushing again

She couldn’t wait to take you on a date.

You were scared of the way people were going to react.

[veenus777]

Can I request a Wilbur Soot where the reader and him have been dating for like 8/9 years and in one of tommys mod videos they just spend it on a cute Minecraft date, maybe they have a fake proposal where Wilbur gives reader a diamond and it’s really cute? Feel free to go anyway you want with this!! 🫶🏼🫶🏼

-anon🦋

◜Minecraft Date◞

┊ ᝰ﹕Just Fluff and a little drama, SFW, Reader GN, English from Google translate

┊ ᝰ﹕Thank you very much for your order, it was my first and it made me very happy! I confess that I had to watch some of Tommy's videos to do it, I hope you like it <3

♤ Ever since you and Wilbur started dating a few years ago, you've made a tradition of every Friday being reserved for date nights and it's always worked out well.

♧ Until today when the restaurant called saying there was a problem with reservations which resulted in nowhere to go and that left you feeling discouraged.

♤ Tommy, knowing what happened, decides to invite them to participate in his weird Minecraft mods video.

♧ You end Wilbur up accepting and staying home for game night.

♤ Chaos is the definition of everything, Tommy running and screaming as he is being chased by some horror entity.

♧ While Philza just tries to build his house in peace while being continually hindered by Charlie.

♤ Somewhere between gathering resources and laughing at Tommy getting killed by Chucky, you get the brilliant idea to turn your date night into a Minecraft date.

♧ Wilbur immediately agrees and you look for a village to make your place and everything looks beautiful with rugs and flowers.

♤ However, the peace was short-lived, because as soon as Tommy and Cherlie found out about the idea, they made it their personal mission to destroy your date.

♧ You only turned around for three seconds before being blown to death by a TNT placed by Charlie.

♤ And a war began, on one side you and Wilbur trying to build your meeting and on the other Tommy and Charlie doing everything possible and impossible to ruin it.

♧ And in the middle we had Philza who simply gave up on all of you and went off on his own to create his own house.

♤ They exploded your venue a total of six times before you guys finally gave up and looked for another place for your date.

♧ However, it seemed that Tommy had predicted it since the choice of mod didn't help his goal at all, and every time you had any moment of peace and tranquility it ended with you both being chased by Jason or Frankenstein.

"We're that couple in horror movies that goes out to make out and ends up dying" Wilbur says as his character walks around looking for somewhere safe

"Wow, what a comforting babe" you respond ironically

♤ You decide to dig down to the badrock and build your place there, without the chance of being interrupted by your friends or any mob.

♧ Wilbur decorates the place with plants on the wall and a table in the middle, carpet and flowers everywhere.

♤ He gives you cooked meat and fish and you just sit and talk.

"I'm sorry we can't go on a real date"

"it's not your fault will, and anyway we're having our date now"

"Well but that doesn't stop me from giving you something precious and expensive" he jokes and throws some diamonds to you

"Ohh is that a propose?" You say laughing

"Yes Madam, would you like to spend the rest of your cubical life building houses and mining by my side? I promise you a huge house and all the diamonds in this game" he says in a pompous voice

"Wow it's impossible to deny it my good sir after all this is every person's dream" you respond in the same tone

♧ The conversation doesn't last long before Charlie invades the place.

"I can't believe my eyes! You betrayed me, Wilbur, with that!" Charlie arrives, hitting Will and making a big show of it. "And our children?! Our love was nothing to you?!”

♤ The fight lasted for a good few minutes resulting in the room being broken and everything being blown up, as well as one death for willbur.

♧ The recording didn't last any longer and soon Tommy finished it.

♤ And the rest of the night was just you and Will relaxing on the couch watching some cliché romantic comedy, without any kind of explosions or murderous chases.

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[thatoneevanfan]

A story about a girl

Chapter one

includes Barty x evan x reader

Warnings: Dean(like i said on the prologue, dean is a warning on its own), cussing, blood supremacy, tension

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YOUR POV:

„Y/n, do not disappoint me this year, okay? Dean is keeping an extra eye on you.“ Your grandfather tells you before sending you both off to head to the train station. Now, every normal guardian would bring their Kid right to it but Gellert couldn’t quite do that. It would cause a scene.

Sighing, you grab your suitcase and head off in silence. The ride there just as quiet. Before entering the train station, dean grabs your wrist. „I mean it. None of this friendship

bullshit anymore. I mean, Lily Evans? Couldn’t have chosen a person less muggle?“ Dean grits through his teeth. „Lily isn’t a muggle silly.“ You fake smile at him. „Ohmygod you know what i mean. She’s a…“ He starts but you interrupt him. „Halfblood? I know.“ You smile. „Mudblood.“ He speaks in a tone as if to correct you.Your sarcastic smile twitches when he calls her the name. With a dramatic sigh and an eye roll you enter the train station.

Without exchanging any other words you head to your platform.

Your eyes roam the station looking for your friend but you can’t seem to see her. You jump slightly as a voice startles you out of your thoughts. “Looking for someone Grindelwalds?” You could barely contain your eye roll as you recognize the voice immediately. “Don’t have anyone else to bother Bartemius?” You groan at him. “Now now, what’s with formality, thought we were already on a nickname sort of basis.” He states with an over exaggerated disappointment in his voice. “Aww and why would you think that?” You sarcastically pout at him. Barty simply grins at you as Evan joins the conversation, leaning against Barty smugly. “Well well, look at you. Dashing as always.” You can’t do anything but roll your eyes.

You stand there for another few seconds in silence before you hear Lily’s kind laughter from around somewhere. “Oh well i would love to stay and chit chat with you but unfortunately I have some business to attend to.” You excuse yourself sarcastically. Without waiting for their response you turn around and head towards the source of the laughter. You sigh with relief as your eyes almost immediately spot the red head standing near James, who’s trying to act non chalant by leaning on something. You call out her name happily and her eyes meet yours. With a big smile she runs towards you and wraps you in a hug. “Oh my god!! I’ve missed you, how are you?! Hope your brother didn’t give you too much trouble over the break.” She exclaims happily, however drenching the last sentence with pity. “I’m good!! I’ve missed you too. Sadly, like always, he did give me trouble but that’s just him. We should enter the train.” She simply smiles pitifully before walking over to james and grabbing him alon to enter the train. We enter the train and look for an empty compartment. Luckily we find one which is already filled with Remus and Sirius, who seem to be bickering about something. However your luck seems to fade as you realize it is only a four seat compartment. You watch as lily and james enter it. With a gasp lily notices and turns around to meet your gaze. “Y/n listen we could totally find a bigger!” She exclaims, her voice once again filled with pity. With a sigh you respond. “No, no it’s fine ill just.. go sit next to like Marlene or someone. You don’t wait for her response and go off to find another compartment.

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Now normally you would have not accepted to sit next to your brother and his friends dumb and dumber but you didn’t even notice. You had entered an empty compartment and basically immediately fallen asleep. When you woke up, you were already at Hogwarts. Even though you hadn’t actually noticed them due to being asleep, you were still annoyed when you woke up to seeing their faces.

“Nawww sleeping beauty finally up?” Barty jokes. “Since when are you guys here?” You ask groaning a little in annoyance. „We were sitting with some random fourth years because we couldn’t find another compartment and after an 10 minutes we couldn’t handle their annoying yapping anymore and then we found you so..” Dean explains dryly. “Lucky me.” You hum with sarcasm. Without exchanging another word you get up to leave and look for your friends again.

You head to the compartment they were in but to no luck; it is empty.

You exit the train and grab your belongings. You walk around dazed in your thoughts when distant words rip you out of them. A small smile creeps onto your face as you recognize them as Lily and James. You are about to walk up to them when James’ words leave you dead in your tracks. “Listen, I know she’s your friend. Sirius just feels that-“ James starts. “Sirius feels what? That her presence is unbearable because she is a grindelwald? He’s literally from the black family, his family isn’t any different in beliefs!” She exlaims angrily. “His family is different! Yeah they’re not the best but at least his grandfather hasn’t tried to kill everyone!Shes probably the same!” He starts whisper yelling at her. “She is NOT like that!” “Fine fine. But promise she won’t be at our get together tonight.” He huffs. Your eyes dart to hers knowing she’ll defend you. “Fine. She won’t be there.” She states simply. You let out a scoff a little too loud and her eyes dart over to yours.

“Y/N! Wait that’s not-“ She calls after you as you simply turn around and stomp off.

You join your brother and his friends on a carriage to hogwarts angrily.

“What’s got your knickers in a twist?” Evan laughs at you.

“Shut up.” You try to bite back angry tears as your carriage brings you closer to hogwarts.

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First real chapter guys. Idk bout this😭😭. LmK what you think.

[husbandograveyard]

This is my contribution to a secret santa discord server event. This fic is warm and fluffy and I LOVED writing it, I love these characters SO much. I hope you like it too!

Warnings/notes/tags are: polyamory, unspecified AU where Geto is not evil, unspecified whether this is a non-cursed world or a jujutsu AU where we just ignore the presence of curses. Loads and loads and loads of fluff.

2nd person. Reader is genderneutral, no pronouns are used.

Spending the winter holidays with Geto and Gojo is… 

…finding time in your busy schedules so the three of you can enjoy a winter market.

Strolling along the little stalls, taking in the views and the smells. It’s winter, and it has been dark for a while, but all the twinkling lights decorating the stalls reflecting into the white snow -both real and fake- make up for all that darkness. The smells are a little overwhelming at first, all kinds of stalls lined up flooding your senses with strong, sweet odors, heavy spices and the warmth of grilled meats… it’s a lot, combined with the sights and the jolly music playing from the speakers spread around the market, you can’t help but feel a little overwhelmed. 

It doesn’t help that Satoru is immediately overly enthusiastic, ready to spend money on souvenirs and gifts for all the students and everyone else he knows, and pointing out all the stalls he’d like to try the food at. He’d run off without you two if it weren’t for Suguru’s quick reflexes, grabbing onto the hood of his jacket and janking him back. Suguru’s holding your hand firmly in his, grounding you from all the things overwhelming your senses. 

You stroll past the stalls, for some reason holding a whole bunch of bags from Satoru, who just can’t seem to stop getting stuff. At every stall there is something that reminds him of one of his studens, his friends or either of you, and he just has to get it. 

You leave the market filled with all kinds of foods and drinks, Suguru suggesting a little break amongst the food stalls, and Gojo getting a little bit of everything to sample, completely filling the little table you are standing at with various containers and plates, one smelling and looking more delicious than the other. You have to fight a little to ensure you get to sample some of the sweet desserts, and all three of you end up with smears on your faces from various sauces- feeding each other is romantic only when you don’t joke around and miss mouths on purpose (and of course you had to have revenge). 

… snuggling up on the couch, shivering and sniffling, full of regret but still shaking from laughter, after Suguru sneakily started a snowball fight on your way home. 

You had felt the cold snow collide with the back of your head and turned around immediately, throwing an accusatory glare at Satoru, who immediately put his hands up in defense. 

“I swear y/n- It wasn’t me I-…” 

His pleas immediately interrupted by yet another snowball, this one narrowly missing the tip of his nose, the both of you whipping your heads around to see Suguru standing with his hands hidden behind his back, giving you both his most innocent smile before grinning and throwing two more snowballs at the both of you simultaneously, a remarkable display of his aim and strength. Though this time you saw them coming and both you and Satoru managed to duck away in time, already grabbing handfuls of snow for your counter-offense. 

The two-against-one-match quickly turned into an all-out battle where each of you had to fend for themselves, because you slipped and nearly fell, throwing one of your snowballs to Satoru, who had promptly declared you his enemy as well. 

You spent almost two hours laughing, running around, hiding from snowballs and each other, you felt like kids again. As if there was not a single care in the world. You continued until your stomach hurt from laughing, your fingers ached from the cold, and you could barely feel your face anymore. 

The minute your little snowball fight was over, you realized just how much snow had melted and had managed to get through to your clothes, despite your gloves, scarf and jacket protecting you from most of the cold. 

You went back inside, changing into warm clothes, fluffy socks and cuddling up on the couch. You put on a silly movie for some background noise and entertainment, Suguru retrieved the blankets and Satoru prepped hot cocoa, overflowing your mugs with way too many mini marshmallows, offering to ‘help’ either one of you if you thought there were too many for you to eat- how kind of him. 

You sat in between the two men, knees pulled up and neatly tucked under the blanket. You barely registered the movie you put on, too busy getting warmed up and enjoying the serenity and pure happiness you felt in that moment. 

…making all kinds of plans, only to spend most of the holiday resting and chilling. 

There were things that had to be done: some household chores as well as work, and there were some things that you wanted to do for fun. Going to visit a new shopping center nearby, explore some city sights you hadn’t had the chance to. You wanted to go out on some dates, go for long walks enjoying the winter landscapes, relax, not worry and stress too much. There was work to be done, but work would always be there, and opportunities to relax and do fun things were scarce, especially in periods where the three of you were available. 

Suguru is a go with the flow kind of person, so he’s happy to tag along to whatever plans you make. Satoru however, is like a kid in a candy store when there is suddenly a lot of free time on your hands, and he is on the couch with his laptop in no time, ready to order tickets to anything you wanna visit, booking trips, and talking about so many plans you wonder out loud where he thinks he’s going to find the time to do all that. 

The fact that you finally can relax makes all the plans seem exciting though, and initially you are 100% behind Satoru, adding on suggestions, sending him links and scrolling on your phone, doing additional research for a lot of the places and activities he suggests. You do listen to Suguru who suggests only really booking things when you’re sure you can go do it, when timing, planning, transport, other plans and your energy levels are all aligned and allow you to do the activity.

He turns out to be the voice of reason, cause all three of you have such a hard time getting up in the morning, finally getting to sleep in (and it’s quite hard getting up when you’re in someone else's arms, comfortable and warm). 

Chores -unless really necessary- get postponed, plans get cancelled. Instead you stay in, watching silly movies, and finally catching up on the latest series you really wanted to watch. You go on walks together, exploring your own neighborhood and stopping at restaurants you haven’t had the chance to try out yet. You focus all your time and effort on quality time and enjoying the time all three of you have together. And you very quickly realize that truly, you do not need to have big and exciting plans to make the most of your winter break. 

… sharing a bed, because it is ‘cold’ outside. 

You leave your windows open at night, because it’s healthier, and you don’t like feeling all stuffy in the morning. There is a certain charm about entering a cold room and snuggling underneath the warm blankets, warming up as you fall asleep, and waking up in your own little warm cocoon. Especially if you have no further responsibilities that day, your blankets keeping you trapped in bed on a cold winter day, sleeping in. 

It is a little less exciting though when the temperatures drop abruptly, and the room is not nice and chilly, but actually is freezing when you go in. You are shivering when you get changed, and your blankets just don’t feel right. Your feet might as well be blocks of ice in your warm, fuzzy, socks. 

It only takes a few minutes of tossing and turning before you decide you need to get a better source of heat in your bed. Or a bed, doesn’t necessarily matter which one. 

So you wrap yourself in a blanket, carefully closing the door behind you, and shuffle your way through the dark hallway, only to find Satoru -your current target- standing in the hallway, mirroring yourself with his blanket wrapped around you as well. 

“It’s too cold in my room”, is the only thing you can blurt out as an explanation, feeling the overwhelming need to explain, even though that’s not necessary. He just nods in acknowledgement, and you need no further words between the two of you to know what the next step is. 

Suguru is already peacefully asleep in a room that’s colder than the rest of the house, but not freezing temperature. Leave it to him to actually properly figure out when to open and close the windows in his room to reach maximum oxygen and the best possible temperature to still be able to snuggle underneath the blankets without risking to freeze overnight. 

Suguru is a quiet sleeper, almost too silent, and you worry you might have woken him up by opening his door. But you didn’t; he merely stirs in his sleep, lips parting in a quiet sigh, hand moving up a little to lay on top of the raven hair that’s splayed upon his pillow. 

You are both as quiet as possible when you enter, Suguru only waking up when you both slip into the bed to either side of him, piling your blankets on top of him and snuggling close. There is a brief moment of surprise, followed by a very sleepy nod of acknowledgement. All three of you take a little time to adjust to three people in the bed, and it’s not entirely sure whose limbs are entangling with who, but it doesn’t matter as you can already feel your body relaxing the second you find a comfortable position. 

Your eyelids grow heavy while you hear Suguru and Satoru quietly converse in the background. You squeeze an arm that is around you, a quiet way of saying goodnight. 

…feeling warm, no matter the temperature. Because you are safe. You are loved. 

[guilty-pleasures21]

Chapter 5 - the opera

Part A

Part B

Part C

Warnings: none.

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     Pav stretched his arms out as he walked into the hallway with Rohan and Gabe. “That was long! I must commend the singers on their impressive stamina!”

     “Yeah and we’ve still got another hour left after this break,” Rohan agreed. Pav turned to him with a look of horror. 

     “An hour?!” he exclaimed, looking to Gabe for some reassurance that his cousin was only joking. But he was sorely disappointed when Gabe responded with a solemn nod. 

     “And you do this for fun?” Pavitr questioned. 

     “Most socialising,” Anjali supplied, slipping into  their conversation. “Though some of us do seem to have fun here.” 

     She glanced over at Miguel from the corner of her eye, watching as he hesitantly made his way over to her sister. She was turned away from him, huddled in a corner of the room, and his brow furrowed with puzzlement as he stopped a few feet away from her, trying to figure out how to approach her. Perhaps she didn’t need to come up with a plan after all.  

     “Lord Gabriel? Is that you?” The accented voice broke into Anjali’s thoughts and she turned to find a young man striding over to them with the relaxed smile of someone who believed themself to be invincible. He appeared familiar and as he got closer, she realised that it was the Italian gentleman who had been whispering with the young Earl Frederick at the ball the other night. 

     “Excuse me.” Gabe nodded politely to the group, then walked over to the man with a courteous smile. “Mr Orsini, is it?” 

     “Sì!” Felice confirmed, shaking Gabe’s hand and giving him an enthusiastic pat on the back. “And you are Lord Miguel’s brother, sì?”

     “Yes …” Gabe replied slowly, confused by Felice’s immediate mention of his brother. He didn’t seem to recall his brother ever meeting with the young Italian, so why would he lead the conversation by mentioning Miguel? “And you are Frederick’s friend?”

     “Sì. We have known each other for a long time,” Felice confirmed casually. “How are you finding this season? I have heard rumours of your brother’s insistence on remaining a bachelor. Your mother must be worrying about your future as well?” 

     The question seemed a little intrusive, but perhaps it was just how they spoke in Italy? More forward and open with one another about their personal business? Gabe hesitated as he tried to come up with an appropriate response.

     “I am finding the season rather … eye-opening,” he decided finally. “I am still … a little young to be married, but I have been using the opportunity to gain an insight into my possible prospects.” 

     Felice bit back his frown at the young man’s vague answer: he’d mentioned nothing at all about his brother’s current situation, so how was he supposed to know how he was faring compared to Frederick? Though Frederick seemed more interested in ensuring his half-brother’s failure than securing his own success. 

     “Lord Gabriel?” A new voice interrupted their conversation but this time, the voice seemed to be feminine. Gabriel turned around and was surprised to find an unfamiliar young lady standing beside him. She smiled when she saw his face and he couldn’t help but notice how mesmerising her wide, hazel eyes looked. “It is you! Goodness, it has been ages!” 

     Gabriel shook his head, trying to catch the weak flicker of recognition that tickled the back of his mind. “My apologies, my lady … have we met before?” 

     The lady laughed and Gabriel felt his heart pick up its pace at the delightful sound. “I suppose I have grown up quite a bit since we last saw one another. Annabelle? Annabelle Reilly? You used to tug on my pigtails every time you saw me.” 

     Gabe’s eyes widened with recognition as the old memory came to mind. “Lady Annabelle?! Goodness, it must be, what, eight years? How have you been? It has been a long time since you have called on Lord Richard.” 

     Lord Richard was her cousin whose country estate had been close by to the O’Hara’s when they were younger. Annabelle had visited there often due to the frequent trips her parents would make out of the country and the children would play together whenever Richard’s or Gabe’s parents would call on one another. 

     “Has it really been that long?” Annabelle questioned, still aiming that lovely smile at him. “I must see him one of these days. I am afraid my parents started bringing me with them on their trips once I was old enough to travel. It has been lovely seeing the world, but I must admit that there is truly no place like home. What of you? How are your brother and your parents?” 

     Gabe hesitated for a moment. ‘My brother has decided that our kind and sweet neighbour shall be his chosen source of entertainment for this Season. God knows what he is up to, but I trust that Lady X is smart enough to know not to fall for his charms.’ “My father … passed a while back. He had been in ill health for a while, so … it was not entirely unexpected.” 

     Annabelle placed a gentle hand on his forearm and Gabe’s heart skipped a beat. “Still, it must not have been easy to deal with. I regret not having been there for you, Gabriel.” 

     He swallowed hard at the sight of the rosy pout she aimed up at him, then took a step away from her, flustered. It was too bad that he did not possess even half of the charms his brother did. Maybe then he would know how to interact with such a lovely young lady. “Er, yes, well … It was not your fault.” 

     Annabelle gave him an understanding smile, then turned her attention to Felice. “Mr Orsini. I take it? I have heard a few rumours about you making their way around the ton.” 

     She held a hand out to him and he clasped it in greeting as a smug smile stretched rapidly across his face. “Well, we do have a few minutes before the next scene begins. Would you like to know the truth behind those rumours, bella?” 

     He held his arm out to her, his body angled towards the refreshments table and Annabella gladly curled her fingers around his elbow. “Oh, how exciting!”

     Gabe felt his stomach drop at the obvious pleasure on her features. But then she turned back to him with that lovely smile and his heart sped up in hopeful anticipation. 

     “Are you joining us, Lord Gabriel?” she asked, her expression warm and inviting. Gabe straightened, drawing himself to his full height above both Annabelle and Felice. 

     “I would be delighted to accompany you, Lady Annabelle.” Felice raised an eyebrow at the determined expression on Gabe’s face as he moved to stand on Annabelle’s other side, but he mentioned nothing of it as they made their way over to the table. 

     She glanced around to confirm that no one was paying her any attention, then she turned around and pulled out a small Italian dictionary. She’d carry it with her whenever they went to the opera, studiously flicking through it with Miguel so she could learn some Italian. He was so clever, Miguel, so learned and well-read and- Argh! Could she not stop thinking about him for just one second?!

     “Are you in need of some assistance, my lady?” She almost dropped her book when she heard the familiar voice coming from behind her. She turned around and clutched her dictionary tightly behind her back, straightening her expression so that Miguel wouldn’t be suspicious of her. 

     “Lord Miguel,” she began, careful to maintain an even tone. “Have you been enjoying the play so far?” 

     He smirked at her as he folded his arms across his chest. “Quite well, actually. My favourite part so far has been when she gave him the flower. I thought it was quite clever on her part.” 

     X nodded her head slowly, trying to guess at whatever the female protagonist could have meant by the action. “Y-Yes, indeed. It was … an intelligent move on her part.”

     He pressed his lips together, completely aware that she had absolutely no idea what had been happening in the play. But it was cute the way she’d furrow her brow everytime she was thinking of how to respond to him.

     “And do you not think Alfredo rather admirable to be so dedicated to his love for her despite her profession?” he continued. X’s eyes widened as she jumped onto this new piece of information he provided her with. 

     “Oh, yes, definitely!” she agreed quickly. “It is not an easy thing to be … so dedicated to someone … who works … in such a profession …” She broke his gaze, hoping that he wouldn’t realise that she was basically just repeating his exact words.

     He swallowed down his laughter at the way she repeated his words. “Really? I thought you would have disagreed considering your strong moral compass.”

     Oh no. What had she just agreed to?! Perhaps she should just tell him the truth and beg him to relay the story to her. She chewed on her lip as she searched his face for a clue. Finally, she sighed and frowned up at him. “Fine! I had absolutely no idea what was going on! Please translate the story for me oh great and intelligent Lord Miguel!”

     A soft snicker escaped his lips as they curled at the ends. “Why would you care, princesa? I thought you were more interested in the view next to you.”

     Her frown deepened at his unkind teasing and he couldn't help but notice how adorable she always looked whenever she was annoyed with him.

     She clenched and unclenched her fists by her sides. She hadn't even been able to see Gabe in their darkened surroundings! And it wasn't like he'd had any idea what had been going on onstage - the only other language he knew was French and only because it was compulsory for members of the upper class to know. But never mind that, she had spent the entire first act puzzling over her suddenly complicated feelings for Miguel, too distracted to pay attention to the story anyway. Goodness, why did he have to be so … so infuriating?! “Well, if I am such a bother to you, my lord, then perhaps I should just return home early and allow you to enjoy the rest of the show in peace.”

     She turned to leave, making good on her threat, but Miguel grabbed her wrist quickly, stopping her before she could even take a step.

     “Conejita …” he pleaded softly. X’s anger bubbled even more at his use of yet another likely inappropriate Spanish term. 

     “What now?!” she questioned.

     He raised his eyebrows, taken back by her unexpected irritation. He released her wrist and took a small step back, giving her a little space.

     “It is nothing inappropriate, princesa. It just means ‘bunny’.” His lips stretched back into a smile as she wrinkled her nose up at him. “Which is what you look like everytime you make that face at me.”

     Her heart thumped with delight at his comparison of her to a cute little bunny and she dug her fingers into her palms to stop her lips from curling into a smile. She straightened and sniffed with feigned disinterest. “Well …”

     He took a step closer to her, taking the opportunity to brush his fingers against hers gently. “I’ll explain the story to you, princesa. ¿Bien?”

     He twisted his fingers around hers, clasping her hand loosely, and she felt all her irritation melt away at the intimate gesture.

     “Okay,” she relented. She lowered her head as her cheeks heated up and her lips stretched wide at the ends, and Miguel felt his heart flutter at the sight of her shy smile. She was much too cute for her own good.

     She smiled as the two lovers finally reunited onstage, then turned to Miguel for an explanation when the woman continued to lie weakly on her chaise. 

     “He has come to see her too late: she is still dying,” he explained softly, his warm breath blowing loose a few strands of her curly hair. 

     “Oh.” She watched the scene closely, trying to stifle the tears that hovered on the edges of her eyes. Then she noticed a slight movement out of the corner of her eye and she turned to find Miguel holding his handkerchief out to her. She narrowed her eyes at his knowing grin, but accepted the cloth anyway, suddenly grateful to have someone who knew her so well. She dabbed at her cheeks as the woman took her last breath, then pressed the cloth to her mouth as she finally went limp in her lover’s arms. The man gazed at her forlornly, then sang his final lines, his words deep and mournful. 

     “Death is but a footnote in our story, my love,” Miguel murmured into her ear. “I shall wait for you until the page is turned and we reunite in the next chapter.” 

     She turned to look at him and her breath caught in her throat when their gazes met, his fiery eyes already trained intently on hers. 

     “Until then … my beloved.” Her eyes fell to his lips as he recited the last line and her heart fluttered with excitement when she realised how close they were to her own. She leaned forward, slowly and instinctively, then stopped when their lips were just a breath apart. 

     He could hear his heart beating in his ears as she cautiously closed the distance between them. She was so unbelievably beautiful, with her dark eyes that widened everytime she caught him looking at her; her curly eyelashes that brushed against her cheeks everytime she lowered her eyelids; her rosy lips that pursed into that perfect little ‘o’ everytime she leaned into him … Dios, he could take it no longer! Damn the consequences, he thought, reaching up to cup her cheek in his hand and stroke his fingers across her soft skin: he’d lose the ability to form any rational thought if he didn’t kiss her right there and then. He parted his lips slightly and bent over to meet hers … but then the audience erupted into applause, shattering the moment between them. The lights turned back on and now, X’s expression was horrified as she looked up at him. She pulled back, almost falling out of her seat in her haste to get away from him. 

     “R-Right …” X stammered, smoothing her dress once she’d stood up. “Um, well, t-thank you … for … for the translations … my lord. I shall see you again when we next meet!” 

     She gave him a quick curtsy before she hastened out of the box to return to her carriage. And his heart lightened at the slight blush colouring her cheeks as she’d stuttered out her thanks. He didn’t know why he’d developed this sudden urge to kiss her every time he saw her, but he was glad that his impulses didn’t seem to have ruined their friendship so far. His stomach churned as he thought about all that she was giving up to help him secure his biological father’s assets. She’d always taken such good care of him, without him ever having to ask for it, so it was only fair of him to be more considerate of her feelings. He sighed as he stood up and followed her out the door: it was going to be a long Season this year.

Next chapter

[waffledforbreakfast]

BLLK MATCHUP EXCHANGE for @archive-of-the-lost

Your BLLK matchup issss......

SHIDOU RYUSEI

SUMMARY

I knew immediately what vibe I wanted to go with, it was just a matter of finding who would fit it. Oh yes I warn, this may be a bit ooc, bc I based this more off my concept of shidou. +We don’t have much info about his backstory, so I do kinda have more room for headcannoning

MY TAKE This is more paragraph based, vs the bullet-pointy-ness of the mainsource breakdown

From vibes, I felt that you’d pair well with someone who has a strong character, but is also flexible to some change.

I think people underestimate the chillness/laidback-ness (can u tell i suck at english?) of Shidou, I really do think he is peak nonchalant dreadhead. He has a strong personality, one that would keep you entertained/invested, and he’s overall good company. He’s also very unfazed, which means that you don’t have to worry about him judging you at all, there are very few things he’d turn down.

Shidou was definitely the first to make a move (given the way he is), and you probably humored him enough to where he wouldn’t leave you alone. 

“My fashion style tends to rotate between cutesy pastel clothes, alternative, and elegant/cool”

This was definitely enough to catch Shidou’s attention. He would shamelessly try to hit on you. 

You probably made a joke out of it, accepting sarcastically. He could not tell it was sarcasm.

Now he’s gotten really good at telling when you’re joking. Laughing since he knows you’re being sarcastic while everyone else looks greatly concerned at the both of you.

If anything, he almost always adds on to your sarcasm with more sarcasm, mocking and taunting whoever else isn't picking up on it.

He’s a simple minded and strong willed person, but I do think that he’d be able to keep up with any sort of conversation you throw his way, from silly questions to philosophical ones. The type of person to give you shockingly good life advice at 4am yk? He seems to know exactly what he wants in life, and doesn’t even think about being offended at any questions.

MAIN SOURCE - BREAKDOWN

“People have told me that I look unapproachable?”

If you ever told shidou this, he’d probably say something like “Really? Huh, I never noticed.” in other words, he didn’t pick up on this when you first met lmao, so this wouldn’t stop him at all.

If anything, he loves using this against other ppl

“This is my s/o, Aurora :3”

“...”

“Yes they’re totally plotting to kill you.”

“My fashion style tends to rotate between cutesy pastel clothes, alternative, and elegant/cool”

If shidou saw any cool accessories or anything he think may fit any of your vibes, he’d pick it up for you instantly (and if it wasn’t smt you like, he’d wear it for himself no matter how silly he looked).

“I would like to try bolder makeup looks and lolita fashion in the future.”

Shidou would definitely encourage this, even pitching in whatever he knew about makeup to help you! Would take helllaaa pictures of you when you two go out. Changes his wallpaper like every 2 days because he has so many and you look amazing in all

“I daydream a lot and tend to space out when I’m not talking to someone”

Shidou would stare at you silently admiring every pixel of your being (while mentally taking screenshots), and will glare at anyone who interrupts this state of yours. 

And he isn’t bothered at all if you ever space out when talking to him, he finds it pretty amusing

“Didn’t intupt you did I? Whacha thinkin bout?”

“I'm also good at reading people (to the point where my brother thinks I can read people's minds)”

There are two ways to see Shidou. Either a completely open book, or someone with so much depth it’s shocking that his exterior is so open. He’d be very intrigued that someone’s trying to look deeper into him, and will probably be more around you, and casually drop his deepest lore mid joke to lead you on.

He also uses this against other ppl. If he’s ever questioning the sincerity of a person, he’ll turn to you like “They’re fatherless, aren’t they-”

Will also introduce you to Charles like 

“This is my s/o (or friend, depending on the time) they can read minds >:))” ���REALLLYY? THAT’S SO COOL- WHAT AM I THINKING RN??” Then you’ll blow Charles’ mind and he’ll be like “WOAHHHH UR LIKE MAGICAL OR SUM-”

“Purple represents me best as a colour.”

If Shidou ever gets you anything, it’ll be in purple. If there’s anything purple, he’ll get it for you.

Also has a purple ‘friendship’ bracelet(which you may or may not even know about) bc it reminds him of you. It doesn’t go with his fits at all, so people point it out often, and he uses it as an excuse to rant about you.

“I value my authenticity, creativity and emotional intelligence”

I would say the same for sure goes for Shidou. He probably hates frauds and basics, people who follow societies’ path for the sole reason that they lack their own intelligence.

Although I do worry that his emotional intelligence is often overshadowed by his ignorance, but he knew he’d have to be more careful around you if he wanted to keep you around.

“I can’t say I’m really empathetic”

Shidou doesn’t need anyone empathetic, nor is he himself. So this is never a concern between you two

“I daydream a lot and used to be idealistic as a kid but now I'm more of a realist/pessimist”

I feel like Shidou’s actually pretty down to earth, so I don’t think he’d have a problem with realism. And I think his (realistic?)optimism would balance your pessimism well, he’d never let something like that get in the way of having fun~

“I find that I tend to think quite logically”

That’s no problem for Shidou, if anything he’d come to you before he does something stupid just to get your approval to make sure it’s somewhat reasonable. Comes to you whenever theres a problem he needs to get around, or when he’s pissed someone off and isn’t allowed to engage for advice. Basically goes to you for advice on everything. Including “What pizza should I get? Cheese or Pepperoni? Should I just get both? Im gonna get both.”

“When interacting with my feeler friends, I can feel a stark difference in the way we think, haha”

I’m going to assume your F vs T is pretty on the line then, or at least you have a good grasp on both sides. I would say the same goes for Shidou. He likes to rely on feeling to make his own reckless decisions, but definitely has a thinker in him (especially when judging others).

“I prefer one-on-one interactions.”

This 10000% is the same for Shidou. If you two are ever in a group setting, he will just drag you out with some half-assed excuse to talk to you. And even if you were in group settings, he’d have all his attention on you, and would only snap out of it if someone clapped in his face, or you spoke to him

“Sadistic”

Mans is not afraid.

“Kins I relate to the most (75% and above of their character): Itoshi Sae”

This also fits perfectly.

“My giving love language is acts of service and gift giving”

Shidou has probably received minimal affection to begin with, so really he’s happy with anything. But acts of service happen a lotttt, you make his life so much easier and better, and he loves you for it. He also has a dedicated shelf for all the little things you’ve given him, and he loves just looking through them thinking “They got this for me… they’re fcking amazing.”

“Dislikes: Exercising”

Too bad you are now running from security with him (its okay he’ll carry you if you get tired)

Wil definitely encourage you to go out more often, but also loves carrying you around(with permission)

“being forced to interact with people”

If there is ever someone you don’t want to be talking to, he will not hesitate to just drag you away the next moment, or just slur off the other person until they leave.

>“Type: Some intellectual that I can talk with. I wouldn't be able to stand a SO that often cuts me off when I'm trying to talk (especially when I would never do that to them), or someone that's only interested in talking about themselves.”

Again, I think Shidou would shockingly(??) be prettyy set in his morals and values, so throw any question his way and challenge him! And when it comes to you, his attention span sky rockets.

“I climbed a mountain and ran a small marathon when I was 10.”

“If you could do it when you were 10 you could do it now!” <- shidou as he’s trying to convince you to go run a marathon with him

“Many people have called me pretty. Also complimented my handwriting, they say it's so neat it looks like computer print.”

He would throw whatever complements he can think of your way. “You look beautiful. Stunning. An angel. Etherial. The apple of my eye. The protein to my shake. My vitamin D. My mitochondria to my powerhouse.” 

Will also worry that you’d judge his crap-ass handwriting, and spent a few nights improving it…

“I seem to have good luck when gambling/playing card games. Ex: I usually get the deal breaker cards when playing monopoly deal.”

Was genuinely irritated the first time you played with him. Couldn’t BELIVEEEEE he was losing.

“Rematch!” x24

Eventually gives up on winning, and instead teams or bets on you when playing with other people.

Swears you’re like a magical fairy or sum

“When someone tells me to do something, I usually do it if I think there's nothing wrong with it. And then I find out they didn't actually expect me to do it.”

Shidou will probably test your limits on this :3 until you call him out on it at least-

“I admire activities that require certain movements like playing instruments and ballet that I can't do because my spacial awareness/motor skills are shit. Also I have no practise ethic. I can't do the same thing over and over again, I'll get bored.”

Will definitely try to show off his motor skills infront of you (the first time he tried he may have been too nervous and ALMOST screwed up, but he managed to do it!)

Shidou also gets board or repetitive things, so you two are always coming up with new things to do

“Phone charms entice me. I have changed my phone charm twice over the past year.” Shidou lovess trinkets. Keychains, photocards, etc. So he is super happy to get you a BUNCH of phone charms

"Look look! This one is literally perfect for halloween, oh and this one's purple! And this cat is soooo cute~!”

“I love cat plushies.”

So does he. And he will both give and take them from you <3

EXTRA INFO

"I’ve been to so many extreme parks that flying foxes are boring to me now." - Suo’s matchup

Perfect. You two get to skip the boring things. He WILL(somehow) find something you haven’t been on. Neither of you are interested in the basics. Oh and he’ll take you on the teacup ride, you’ll be expecting a slow boring ride, then he’s gonna put his entire body into spinning the wheel that moves the teacup to almost spin you out of the teacup.

"I can’t design things because I don’t know when to stop/where to place things to make them look pretty." - Also Suo's matchup

> Shidou probably lovess more clutter styles. And if anything, he is much much worse than you LMAO

FINAL NOTES

Overall I think there's defiantly potential between the two of you, if this was a real relationship then both of you will defiantly develop a lot through it, but I think it'd be good!

I had the vibe picked out before anything, so I picked the person closest to said vibe and went with that! bc again, we still don't know a lot about Shidou (and i personally haven't poked into the Shidou theories) so this is the best I came up with!

Hope this meets your expectations, can't wait to do the sibling matchup w/u >:DD

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Can I please have a romantic Supernatural matchup? I’m a straight female, 21, introverted, an ISFJ and an Aquarius. I have brown wavy hair, freckles and blue eyes. I wear glasses at home but usually contacts when I’m out. Im a loyal, empathetic, quiet, shy and friendly person. I love to joke around and laugh. I’m sarcastic and make friendly comebacks to my friends’ banter. I’m insecure abt myself and struggle to acknowledge my achievements, often downplaying them and comparing myself to others. Im a good listener and have been told that I’m good with advice and comforting other people. I’d like people to listen to me too but I find it hard to voice my concerns or problems to my friends. I can be overtalked in group settings too due to my quiet nature around larger groups. I’m chattier and bubblier around less people/people im close with. I’m very accepting and always eager to learn. I can get nervous before social situations due to my shyness, but once I’m in conversation I’m fine. I’m doing a course that’ll lead a career in rehabilitative healthcare. Likes: Reading, Doodling, Chatting, Board Games, Going on walks & Singing. Dislikes: Spicy food, the dark, bugs especially spiders. Thank you!!

Hello!

Of course, you can have a Supernatural matchup!

I hope you like your matchup!

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I hope you enjoy!

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Romantic Matchup; Supernatural

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Romantic;

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Supernatural;

Gabriel -

You met Gabriel through Dean, Sam, and Castiel.

At first, you weren't sure what to make of him - he was flirty, cocky, and unpredictable, a stark contrast to your quieter, reserved nature.

He found your sarcasm hilarious, though and immediately took to teasing you.

The first time you hit him with a sarcastic comeback, his eyes lit up like he just found his new favorite person.

And you were his new favorite person.

You were wary of him at first.

He was a bit... Tricky, after all.

But when he genuinely helped on a case, and saved your ass once or twice, you started to trust him.

You also began to realize that when he wasn't around, and you and the boys were on a case somewhere, fighting who knows what, you'd magically stay safe...

You couldn't quite make sense of it, but you wouldn't get hurt, unlike the boys.

Maybe you had a guardian angel...

Gabriel adored how loyal and kind-hearted you were.

He noticed how you always listened to others, how you gave thoughtful advice, and how you were there for everyone.

But he also noticed that you didn't talk about yourself much.

He caught on quickly to how you downplayed your achievements and let others overtalk you.

That didn't sit right with him.

He made it his personal mission to hype you up at every opportunity.

When you were practicing some archery; "Damn, sweetheart, that shot was perfect. You trying to put Cupid out of business?"

When you were ranting to him about a book you had read; "Did anyone tell you you're basically a genius? No? Well, now you know."

When you came back to the bunker with the boys, only to find Gabe with a smirk on his face; "Look at you, saving the day again. Slay, Queen."

He always made sure you were heard in conversation.

Since, let's just get this out of the way, but Dean and Sam talk a lot.

If anyone started talking over you, he'd interrupt with, "Hey, I think Y/N was saying something important," before dramatically gesturing for you to continue.

Gabe loved making you laugh.

Seeing your shy smile turn into full-blown laughter?

That was his favorite thing.

And his favorite sound.

Gabe is ridiculously competitive.

If you're playing something like Monopoly, he'll 100% cheat just to mess with you.

"Gabe, put the money you stole from the bank back."

"What? I didn't steal anything."

When he learns you love to sing, oh it's over.

He demands duets.

If you're shy about it, he'll playfully nudge you until you join in, always picking songs he knows you love.

He insists you draw him.

When you finally do, he acts like it's a priceless masterpiece and literally snaps his fingers to put it in a fancy golden frame.

He'll teleport you to beautiful random places - Paris, a quiet forest, the top of a mountain - just because he loves seeing you happy.

It happens gradually.

Gabe starts noticing little things - how your face lights up when you talk about something you love, the way you tilt your head when you're deep in thought, how much he hates seeing you doubt yourself.

He starts lingering more - sticking around after hunts, teleporting you coffee, calling just to check in.

He flirts constantly, but it starts to feel... Different.

Less playful, more genuine.

He starts getting weirdly protective.

The hunts where you somehow left without a scratch on you were one thing, but heavens forbid if something does happen to you.

He is livid.

Not at you, never at you, but at himself for not keeping you safe as he always had since he met you.

He's whipped, honestly.

When he realizes he's in love with you, he panics.

Gabe doesn't do serious, right?

Right?

One night, after a hunt, you're both sitting outside the bunker, enjoying the night on the roof of your truck.

He's watching you - the way you absentmindedly doodle in the dirt, the way your eyes reflect the stars...

And before he can stop himself, he blurts out, "Do you have any idea how amazing you are?"

You laugh, assuming he's just teasing you again, but he shakes his head.

"No, I'm serious. You- You're kind, you're smart, you're... Everything. And it kills me that you don't see it."

He pauses, runs a hand through his hair, and mutters, "I think I'm in love with you, sweetheart."

You're stunned.

And when you finally managed to respond, he's already grinning. "Took me long enough, huh?"

Gabe lives to fluster you.

He'll whisper in your ear just to see you flush.

He doesn't smother you, but he always keeps an eye on you.

If you're feeling down, he'll crack a joke or teleport you somewhere to lift your spirits.

Random forehead kisses.

Playing with your hair.

Hugging you from behind and resting his chin on your shoulder or head.

Casually calling you "darling," "sweetheart," or "angel" like it's second nature.

If you ever feel insecure or start comparing yourself to others, Bage won't have it.

He'll gently lift your chin, make you look at him, and say, "You're perfect just as you are."

Making breakfast together.

Late-night movie marathons where he insists on watching bad movies just so you can roast them together.

Lazy morning where he refuses to let you get out of bed, wrapping his arms around you and mumbling, "Five more minutes... or five hours."

He doesn't even sleep, but bro...

Surprises you with spontaneous adventures.

Make sure you know every single day how amazing you are.

You're his safe place.

With you, he doesn't have to be the jokester all the time - he can be himself.

You see the good in him, and that means everything to him.

You sing with him, laugh with him, and make him feel loved in a way he never expected.

Gabe would love you fiercely and unapologetically.

He'd be your biggest cheerleader, your safe haven, your partner in crime.

He'd bring laughter, adventure, and endless affection into your life while making sure you always knew your worth.

And in return, you'd give him something he never thought he'd have...

A home.

[ejzah]

The Agent and the Fireman, Part 3

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Marty Deeks sat down on the end of his bed, a business card that wore signs of being held multiple times in one hand and his cell in the other. He’d reached this point half a dozen times before, but been interrupted, or chickened out, every time.

Normally, he wasn’t shy about asking a woman out, but Kensi Blye did something different to him. She was blunt, fearless, funny, and absolutely gorgeous.

He smiled, remembering his initial shock, followed by amusement and finally admiration when she grilled him about calling. Even though her tone had been joking when she called him out, Deeks had a feeling he wouldn’t get another chance if he waited too much longer. Brushing his bangs from his eyes, Deeks thumbed in the number on the card.

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Kensi got home, kicking off her shoes on the way and leaving a trail of clothes on her way to her bedroom. There, she she rooted around in the pile of clothes next to her bed until she found a reasonably clean shirt and tugged that on. After that, she collected a glass of water, a beer, and the pint of strawberry cheesecake ice cream from the kitchen, settling herself in front of the TV.

It had been an incredibly long, tiring, not to mention frustrating week. They’d finally pinned down the person stealing confidential information from multiple companies, as well as linked him to their two cases of arson. Kensi took his arrest personally after nearly burning to death.

Prying the lid off the tub of ice cream, Kensi settled in for a night of burgeoning supermodels and delicious carbs.

Her phone rang two and a half episodes on, and she picked up without looking.

“Nell, you had better not be interrupting my Tara Banks time with another case.”

“Hi, uh, it’s Deeks actually.”

Kensi’s eyes widened, words for escaping her for a second.

“You know, from LA fire department,” he added, like Kensi could forget the man who had literally carried her out of a burning building in his strong arms, like something out of a romance novel. “Please tell me this is the right number.”

“Yes, it is,” Kensi said quickly. “Sorry, I thought you were a coworker.”

Despite her teasing and pushing, she truly hadn’t expected him to call at this point. As though he could see her across the phone, she shoved the half-eaten carton of ice cream under the coffee table, and straightened her stained t-shirt.

“Thank god. That saves me the trouble of choosing a wrong number story.” He cleared his throat, and something in the background rustled. Kensi immediately pictured him laying down in bed, shifting among the covers.

Ok, get a grip, Kensi, she told herself before her imagination turned more inappropriate.

There was a extended pause, and even with the distance between them, she felt the tension grow.

“So, I believe you owe me a date,” Deeks said softly, the slight drawl sending unexpected warmth to Kensi’s cheeks.

“Um, if anyone owes a date, it’s you,” Kensi objected instinctively.

“I believe I saved your life, Agent Blye.”

“And I had to wait over a week for you to call me.”

Deeks chuckled, a throaty sound that Kensi was already a big fan of. “You make an excellent point. Alright, so Agent Blye, would you go out on a date with me next Saturday? World catastrophes notwithstanding.”

“Yes,” Kensi agreed without hesitation, and for once she didn’t even care. “And just for future reference, I like sushi, Mexican, and Korean food,” she added.

“Noted,” Deeks responded with a soft chuckled. “Alright, I’ll text you with the details.” He paused a beat. “I’ll let you get back to your important Top Model,” he teased.

Al Kensi got out with was a gasp of protest before Deeks signed off with a laugh filled goodbye.

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A/N: Thanks for everyone who has expressed their enthusiasm for this story. I hope this less action filled chapter is still enjoyable.

[i-have-somany-fake-spouses]

I'll watch her (why did I say that-)

Ghost/Soap (pre relationship)

Summary: Soaps sister visits with her daughter but has to leave after something comes up, Ghost volunteers to watch her daughter for her.

(Eilidh is pronounced AY-lee)

Posted first on my ao3 at 3 am

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This wasn't how Ghost had thought the day would go when he woke up this morning.

It was an easy day on the base, nothing other than training and maybe he would catch up on paperwork today, nothing too exciting or challenging. Their last win was still thrumming through the halls of the base, leaving everyone sore and tired from their last mission, but happy that it ended on a good note.

He had followed his personal routine up until lunch. Got up, trained, showered, report on the last mission, trained and went to lunch. That's when things went off the rails, so to speak.

Pushing through the doors, Ghost ignored the stares from the newer recruits who couldn't keep their eyes to themselves. Usually, Ghost ate alone, isolated in his room, sometimes accompanied by Price, Soap or Alejandro, but that was rare more often than not. But, after a win, he would sit in the cafeteria with the others, something Price had encouraged, and it was something that Ghost had come to enjoy, even if he wouldn't say it out right.

Ghost felt a warmth spread through his chest when he saw that between Soap and Price there was an empty spot, apparently just for him as the others were already sitting down. As be sat his food down he tuned in to the conversation that the others were having, words being exchanged excitedly and jokingly.

"Good of you to join us, L.T." Soap said with a smile, grinning from ear to ear even as his eyes drooped with exhaustion. "Started ta think you got lost." He smirked, nudging Ghost lightly with his elbow.

"Some of us work, MacTavish." Ghost teased, settling into his spot, greeting the other members at the table.

"Aye, sir." Soap replied simply, still grinning as he ate his food.

Ghost quirked a brow. Soap usually threw a witty comeback at his face, not accept Ghost teasing him with a smile. Even if it was cute- er.. Uhm, nevermind. It was strange.

"Something I miss?" Ghost asked the table after noticing that they were just as happy, joking with each other through whispers.

It was Price who spoke up seconds later. "His sister is comin'." He explained, a twinkle in his eye as Soap interrupted. "Aye, bringing her wee one along."

Ghost was thankful he hadn't eaten yet, he would've choked on his food if he had. "Oh?" Soap, an uncle? The thought sent another wave of warmth blooming in his chest as he thought about Soap with a child in his arms, whispering jokes into their ears.

"Aye, sir, she should be here any second." Soap took a sip from his drink and Gaz finally interjected into the conversation. "He hasn't shut up about it since he found out this morning." Gaz smirked, eyeing the scot.

"Never seen hermano so excited," Alejandro looked at Soap then at Ghost. "Except for when-" Gaz kicked him under the table. "Shut up." He muttered after the delivered kick.

Ghosts lips quirked upwards at that, his balaclava rising just a hair. "Whats the occasion?" He inquired, tearing his eyes away from Johnny to adjust his plate just so.

"Business, shes got some type o' interview, ma is tagging along to help take care o' the little lass." He explained happily to anyone who was listening, shifting in his seat every few seconds to look around the room.

"Ah! There he is, my brammer bastart!" A foreign woman's voice squealed some odd feet behind Ghost. Her accent clear in her voice.

Johnnys face lit up (even more so, if that was possible) as he turned to look at his sister. "Steamin' Jesus- there she is! Wheres the wee bairn?" Soap had gotten up immediately and rushed to meet his sister.

Ghost and the rest team turned to watch the interaction, Soap pulled away from his sister now holding a small little girl in his arms, leaning in as he cooed at her, looking between the little girl in his arms and his sister.

The girl looked no more than two years old, curly dark hair and shimmering blue-ish eyes, she was a sweet looking girl that hugged her uncle happily, tiny arms fumbled loosely around Soaps neck, one settling to rub the stubble on Soaps cheek.

"Wheres ma?" Johnny looked around hoping to catch a glimpse of his mother, only stopping when his sister held up her hand.

"She went to get our hotel ready- we figured why not take the bairn to some attraction of sorts- can you believe her- she demanded to take a bus of all things so she could shop for gifts for everyone." She looked exasperated as she explained this to her brother who looked like his sister at the moment.

"Tha's cause ma is crazy, yes it is!" He cooed at the baby, tickling her as he spoke, the cute giggle making everyone at the table smile.

"Aw, would ye look at tha'." The woman smiled at the sight of her brother and daughter, the tension in her shoulders seemingly evaporating. She gently petted her daughters head, smiling softly. Soap used his head to gesture to the table, finally bringing her attention to the rest of the group.

Making her way to the table, she paused upon seeing Ghost, a smile finding her face again. "And you must be Ghost," she nods in Ghosts direction, earning a short nod in confirmation from him.

He flushed at that. She knew who he was? Soap talked about him to his family? Well enough to recognize? Well, admittedly that isn't much to dwell on, a 6'4 mask wearing guy with a skull on the front isnt really an everyday thing.

"Hello, Mrs...?" He asked, eyeing her golden wedding band with tiny gems on them.

She shook her head. "Och, no! I dinnae change my name, Ghost, dinnae fash yerself." She explained.

"Ah, I see, well, Its nice to meet you, Mrs. MacTavish."

The others seated around the table nodded in agreement.

"Oh, Johnny ye dinnae tell me how much of a bonnie lad your Ghost was." She lightly slapped Johnnys shoulder. Soap blushed and ignored her, mumbling incoherent Scottish gibberish to the child in his arms, making her wave at everybody with his hand.

"Say 'hi' Eilidh!" He grinned, chuckling lightly as she giggled and blew a raspberry in his face. "Not up to sayin 'hi' are we?" Soap was completely engrossed with his niece.

Gaz pulled Soaps sister towards him, striking up a conversation, Alejandro sneaking in flirts alongside Gaz. Ghost holding in laughter at the thought of Soap chasing them down for flirting with his sister.

Ghost watched Johnny sit down beside him, the little girl in his lap as Soap began eating. She grabbed at the fries he picked up, trying desperately to not let her uncle eat, even going as far as squishing it in front of his face, the little sadist giggled at Johnnys faux pout.

"Hey, now, whats this aboot?" Soap playfully asked his niece. "C'mon, little lass, let me eat." Soap frowned, now doing a little dance to keep her hands away from his food.

Ghost chuckled softly, almost unnoticeable, spending his time absentmindedly watching the two interact. They were admittedly cute together.

"Ah'right, ya wee bairn." He sighed out slumping against the table. "You win, huh?" He gave in, giving her some of his food, and watching her eat it in front of him with an accomplished look on her face.

Ghost could watch him - them - all day if he was allowed. His attention snapped away when he noticed Soaps sister speaking harshly into the phone, standing a bit away from the table.

She seemed cross about something, and Ghost noticed some small habits that it seemed ran in the MacTavish family when they were distressed.

She hung up the phone and walked hastily over to Soap, crouching beside him. "Uh- Johnny," she crouched, her hand resting on his arm. "Its the secretary who set up my interview-" she paused sighing. "They moved it up."

Soap raised his hand to stop her. "It's alright. You two go, there's always next time."

His sister however shook her head. "Johnny, it seems I've found myself in a wee bit of a pickle." The lilt of her accent becoming more noticeable as she talked, using her pointer and thumb to indicate a small gap. "I can't take my wee one there, its a child free place- and it's a hours drive if I speed- just- can she stay with ye for a bit?" She looked around the table at this point, mainly his superiors to try and gain their favor.

Johnny sputtered, unable to form words.

"I'm not so sure, it's not exactly a child environment." Price spoke up, looking emphatically at the three.

"Oh, she'll be no trouble I can promise ye that!" She looked at him pleadingly. "Just for a few hours at most!"

Price sighed, shaking his head. "Soap still has work to do-"

"I can watch her." Ghost blurted before he realized what he was doing.

Alejandro choked on his drink, spilling his drink on himself coughing. He was staring at Ghost like he was the most shockingly hilarious thing he'd ever seen.

Everyone was staring at Ghost, actually, all shocked by his sudden offer.

Shifting ever so slightly under their gaze, he cleared his throat. "I've only got paperwork to deal with for the rest the day, she can stay in my quarters with me while I work. she'll be out of the way and protected for as long as MacTavish needs." He continued, sounding more composed than he felt.

The captain sighed, a hint of a smile hidden at the corners of his lips. "If you're.." He paused, scratching his chin. "Yeah, if you lot are sure then," he threw his hands up in mock defeat. "Don't let me stop ya." An incredulous chuckle escaped his throat.

Soaps sister lit up and jumped to her feet, smiling. "Thank ye, Captain - Ghost!" She jumped to her feet and rounded the table to where Ghost was sat. "I promise it won't be long." She opens her arms and leans in, as if going in for a hug before she stopped herself, and blows him a kiss. "You're a lifesaver, Ghost!"

She quickly said her goodbyes to the group, giving Eilidh a kiss and handing Ghost her diaper bag, rushing out the doors before he could get anything else in.

Price looked at Ghost and the girl, laughing heartily as he watched Ghosts eyes go from relaxed to panicked. He didn't have to say 'oh shit.' His eyes did it for him.

"Mierda, fantasma está jugando a papá." He laughed out, standing up from the table. "Good luck, hermano." He and the rest of the group filtered out fairly quickly after that, seemingly afraid that they'd be saddled with baby duty if they stayed.

"I uh, if you need anything come get me, L.T." Soap interrupted the stunned silence that Ghost had found himself in. "I willnae hesitate to help or take over for ya, write up be damned."

Ghost nodded. "Thanks," he didn't know why the hell he spoke up, what if he somehow manages to royally fuck up this little girl in the hour or two he's with her? Oh god he didn't think this through at all-

"Ghost?" Soap brought Ghost out of his reverie when he lightly pat his arm. "I'll be as quick as I can, alright?" Soap looked at Ghost with as much sympathy that one might have for someone whose lost a loved one.

"Thank ye, really, Ghost." The sincerity in his voice almost made this whole thing worth it. Almost.

Ghost stood up as well, deciding that the food wasn't worth it and quickly cleaned it up.

Soap sat Eilidh down beside him and Ghost, taking the bag from him and digging through it, making sure Ghost would have everything he would need.

Ghost on the other hand froze, another wave of anxiety rolling over him as he saw just how small she was compared to him. Gulping he waited for Soap to finish digging through the bag.

"Alright, ye got everything ye need." He slung the bag over his shoulder, picking up his niece and smiling up at Ghost. "Alright, lead the way."

If you had told Ghost when he woke up today that he'd be babysitting the niece of the guy he fancied he'd laugh at you and leave without saying anything. But now here he was, watching Soap leave his quarters as Eilidh waved at him.

"Christ, Simon what have you gotten yourself into?" He grumbled after the door closed. His eyes flicked between Eilidh and the desk for a solid thirty seconds before he opened her bag, looking for a toy of some kind to entertain her.

"Ssssssimin."

Ghost froze.

"Sssssssssssimin." A giggle.

Ghost slowly turned to stare at the little girl, who swayed in place with a mostly toothless grin. His eyes narrowed, taking in her features. She looked so much like Soap.. In reality she just inherited the Mactavish genes.

"What?" Ghost doesn't know why he asked that.

"Silly Ssimin." She spoke in her toddler speak, her words not sounding as serious as she obviously had intended them.

Ghost nodded. "Thats what I thought you said." He grabbed a little stuffed dragon and knelt in front of her, holding it out for her to grab, which she did.

"Now uh-"

"Dragon." She beamed, showing off her stuffed animal.

Simon paused and nodded, a smile pulling on his lips. "Yes, thats a nice dragon you've got there."

She nodded, now hugging it.

"I'm gonna be right here, alright? If you need anything from me just get my attention. Alright, can you do that for me?"

"Mhm." She nodded.

"Good, alright then." He dug through her bag one more time, pulling out a few more toys for her to play with while he worked. "Here, are you all set, little lady?"

She nodded and he did the same, standing up and doing a thorough sweep of his small room, removing all of his weapons and locking them in his desk drawer.

The first hour he was tense, doing his work but also straining to listen to her every move, turning to check on her every thirty seconds. That was until he turned and saw her asleep on the floor, still clutching her toys and somehow his only cap.. He didn't wanna know how she got ahold of that - he himself lost it a month ago.

Using her as an excuse to take a stretcher, he stood up and walked over to her, picking her up and moving to set her down on his bed, frowning when she whined and clung to his shirt.

He gently tried to remove her from his hold, but she kept fussing and clinging to him even harder, so, to avoid fully waking her, he grabbed what he assumes is her favorite blanket from her diaper bag and carried her to his desk, letting her curl into his lap.

He watched her sleep a moment, and he silently prayed he was doing this right and not some how putting her in danger by letting her sleep like this.

"Jesus.." He rubbed his eyes, staring at the wall for a little while, only moving to do more work when she stirred ever so slightly.

With Eilidh soundly asleep in his lap he pried his cap out of her hand and sat it on his desk before focusing entirely on his work, tuning out any other sounds, just listening to the sound of pen on paper and the soft breaths of the baby in his lap.

He couldn't tell you how much time had passed when he took another break, only that his stack of papers went from as thick as a mug to only a few pages.

"Mmmph."

Ghost looked down at Eilidh, who was stirring awake, holding onto her dragon tightly. Her eyes looked up at Simon and she frowned. "Wan' mama" she pouted, her frown deepening with a sniffle.

Uh oh..

"I know you do, Eilidh, she'll be back later." She scrambled to sit up in his lap.

"Now." She stated, crossing her arms.

He picked her up and sat her on his desk, her legs dangling of the edge. "You can't have her right now.. Do you want Soap?" He tried, desperate to please this little girl.

She blew a raspberry at the mention of her uncle, and she giggled when Simon pulled away to not get spat on. Ghost chuckled with her lightly.

She made grabby hands at him, causing him to lean in and watch with adoration when she plopped his hat on him crookedly before yanking it off with a giggle.

He gasped, and she put it back on him, before yanking it away, giggling when he had a noticeable frown and his brows furrowed.

She repeated her actions again and again, giggling away.

"Mine." She stated after getting bored with Simons reactions, placing the hat on herself, balling her fists when it fell in her face.

"Here." He took the hat and set it on her where she could see. It was too big on her, but she didn't care, looking proud of herself as she sat there.

"Alright! I came back as fast as I could-" Soap stopped short, having burst into Ghosts room looking absolutely exhausted as he began breathing heavily, stopping once he saw the sight before him.

Soap thought he loved the man before but by god did he love him even more when he saw him with Eilidh.

He blushed when he realized he wanted that to be their kid one day.. Steamin Jesus he was in deep at this point.

"Aw, ain't this a sight." He cooed, closing the door behind him, stifling a yawn, unsure of how he was still awake.

"She wants her ma, Johnny." Ghost teased and handed her to him.

"Funny, L.T." he huffed, holding her in his arms. "But don't ye worry, ye wee bairn, shes on her way, huh?"

"You look tired, Soap." Ghost said with a yawn, which spurred Eilidh to yawn against Johnnys face.

"Aye sir." He chuckled.

"Why don't you take a nap? You can use my bed, I don't mind, I got a few more papers to finish anyways." Ghost just couldn't stop himself from trying to help Soap it seemed, though he couldnt bring himself to care.

Soap blushed and battled with the thought. His tiredness winning as he slowly slumped onto his bed, the little bairn cuddling up with him as he laid down.

"Sssimin." She pouted into his chest.

"Hm?" Soap was closer to sleep than ever.

"Sssimin." She pouted again, making grabby hands at Simon.

"Simon." He repeated, dozing off.

Eilidh pouted more which made Soap speak up.

"Simon, she wants to lay with you. Come on."

Soap was out cold, on his side facing Ghost, his head resting on Ghosts arm, his head tucked underneath Ghosts head. Ghosts and Soaps other arms were overlapping Eilidh. Managing to keep each other in a protective grasp. It was the perfect picture, Soaps sister decided as she hit send to her ma.

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[sylvianotfound]

Number one supporter

(this has been in the drafts forever so I jst decided to post it warning its goofy asf)

Y/n rolled her eyes at the sound of her brother screaming at a video game. Her brother is Dream, and Minecraft YouTuber and Twitch streamer. As she tied her hair up into a  high ponytail she wondered what it would be like if her brother's fans knew about her.

There was a knock on her door. 

“You almost ready to go?” Her other brother’s best friend Sapnap asked as she tied pre-wrap around her hairline. He was a year older than her, him being 21 her 20. 

 “Almost, is Clay coming to my game?” She questioned as she grabbed her water bottle and soccer back pack.  

“Yea, He’ll be bout 10 minutes late though,” He answered and she nodded. “Meet you in the car,” He said smiling, and left her room. 

Minutes later Y/n walked out her bedroom door and walked down stairs. She looked out the window to see Sapnp already in the car like he said he would be. She exited the house and walked to Sapnaps car. She tried to open it. Its locked. 

And she tried again. Still locked. Y/n tried tapping the window of Sapnaps tesla in hopes of getting his attention. He didn’t even spare her a glance. ‘This bit-’ 

“Unlock the door asshole,” She said knowing he knew she was there. He turned his head and it looked like he said “What is the magic word” but Y/n couldn’t tell. 

“Please?” She asked. He unlocked the door and she climbed into the passenger seat. “Thank you!” Y/n continued. 

“Yep,” He replied. Y/n was going to her third soccer game of the spring season. She plays for her college soccer team, has a full ride scholarship and everything. D-1 soccer is hard well just D-1 everything is hard, and stressful. But right now all she felt was nervous. Or as her best friend called it “before game butterflies” (pretty sure she’s the only person who calls it that) she pulled at her nails as she worried about the game. Her team was very good, but she knew that they weren’t going to win every game. 

And her coach wasn’t the nicest when they lost. Not that she abused them or something, but her coach was a sweet, but competitive woman. When her daughter quit soccer she freaked out but kept chill supporting her daughter. Y/n loves her coach but she's just scary sometimes. 

“Dude I can practically hear your thoughts, you’ll win I believe in you,” Sapnap interrupted her thoughts looking into his rearview mirror where she was unfortunately looking, as he saw her blush when they made eye contact. 

“Thanks Sap, but I don’t know we’re playing against a good team,” Y/n replied, still pulling at her finger nails. He put his hand on her thigh and kept the other on the steering wheel. 

“Yeah maybe but you're a great defender, you’ve proven that several times, I swear on my mother you’ll do great!” He said giggling at his ‘joke’.  I looked at the rearview mirror and placed my hand on his. He immediately glanced up, looked in the rearview mirror, and blushed. 

“We’re here,” I said as we pulled up to the field. I opened the car door, and right as I was about to close it he started talking. 

“You’ll do great, I know that for a fact! Remember I'm your biggest supporter,” I smiled at him and closed the door, him driving off to find a parking space, leaving me blushing. 

~~~~

He was right, after an intense game we had one 3-1. I was very proud of my team, and it seemed like my coach was too. I talked to my teammates in the locker room and smiled as they all played around. 

“Ooo Y/n someone is here for you!” A girl named Leila said. 

“If it's that guy that comes to all the games Y/n go outside we’ll wait for you here,” Coach spoke loudly. I blushed and nodded. Doing my best to escape the locker room fast.

“Hey,” A voice I immediately recongised as Sapnaps said. 

“HI!” I replied. 

“Sorry Dream couldn’t make it he said it was something about George,” He said his brown chocolatey eyes looking into my emerald green. 

“It’s cool! I’m just glad you came,’ I replied blushing. I sighed I’m way to obvious at this point I should just tell him. 

“Y/n I really like yo-” I cut him off by pushing my lips on to his. He kissed back. Four seconds later I pulled way. 

“Sorry that was uncalled for I should’ve ask-” This time he cut me off by kissing me. I kissed back. Two seconds later he pulled away. 

“I’m in love with you, I have been since the moment I met you, It’s okay if you don’t like me back but lowkey I’m doubting that because we just kissed twice,” He rambled. I smiled as he talked. When he quieted down I knew I had to say something. 

“I’m in love with you aswell,” I replied giggling. I kissed him on the cheek. “Will you be my boyfriend?” I asked. 

“Yes! 100% yes,” Sapnap answered a huge grin on his face. 

“Aw, but like what,” I looked behind Sapnap to see my older brother, Dream as some call him standing there, with a mixed look of confusion and happiness.

“Uhm..” I said as we all just kinda stared at each other. 

“Sapnap I swear to god if you hurt her i’ll hurt you 10x worse,” Clay violently whispered to Sapnap. “And same goes to you Y/n if you even think about hurting hi-” 

“Bro trust, I wouldn’t hurt her and she wouldn’t hurt me, I’m her number one supporter let's be real,” Sapnap cut him off rolling his eyes.  Y/n smiled.

~~~

THE FUCKING END. 

(This one shot is actually ass but at least I tried??)

not proof-read sorry for any mistakes