#I’m soooo hungry my stomach hurts but I can’t even stand long enough to make food because my cramps and also it’s like midnight

[spheregrid]

This is the worst

#I’m soooo hungry my stomach hurts but I can’t even stand long enough to make food because my cramps and also it’s like midnight #my little sister JUST went to sleep after yelling and screaming for two hours #I’m ready to leave this world goodbye everyone

[imaginesofharrypotter]

Asgardian ale

Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: Thor brought some Asgardian booze to the party. Surely, nothing can go wrong.

Warnings: a little bit of angst I guess, but mostly fluffy Bucky

Last night, it was one of Tony Stark's notorious parties but only including the Avengers. Everyone was dragged there as it was mandatory, "team-building fun" as Tony liked to put it. Surprisingly enough Thor showed up and brought something with him that made the party all the more exciting: Asgardian ale.

You see, the two super soldiers were so enhanced that they could never get drunk and let loose, with human alcohol that is. It was truly a sight to behold. Pre-serum Steve had so many ill conditions that alcohol was off-limit and boy, did he enjoy the calm feeling of the booze. The always polite Captain America ran around the tower shouting nonsense, swearing while he tried to lift Thor's hammer and cutely but miserably flirting with Natasha (but given the unlikely situation, it made the assassin blush nonetheless)

You were laughing your ass off on the couch with Wanda when two strong arms draped around your shoulder making you look up.

"Hi Soldier" - you greeted your boyfriend who had an adorable cheeky grin on his face

"Hi, Beautiful" - he planted a sloppy kiss on your mouth that made all eyes wander from Steve towards the two of you

You see, Bucky never was a fan of PDA, rarely showing affection when the others were around. That was fine with you, you understood that he was a private person, and it made his love for you even more precious, knowing he would make it up when in your shared room alone. He was a big, sentimental, clingy, and handsy person and you wouldn't have it any other way. It was so sweet that you were the only one seeing this affectionate side of him... Up until last night.

"I miss youuuu" he purred in your ear, tone slightly slurred by the alcohol

"But I'm right here, Buck" - you cocked an eyebrow and smiled sweetly at him

"I miss your warmth" - he cornered the couch and sat down next to you, instantly wrapping his arms around you in a side hug, nuzzling your neck.

"Better?" - you asked in a whisper as you started stroking his hair, just the way he likes it

"Soooo much" - he purred again, closing his eyes and inhaling your scent - "You smell so gooood"

You chuckled lightly and yelped as you felt yourself being lifted. You landed on Bucky's lap, him pulling you flesh to him and tightly wrapping his arms around you, resting his head on one of your shoulders. You laid back and let yourself relax in your boyfriend's embrace, closing your eyes, and feeling utterly content. That is until a flash went off.

"Hey" - you exclaimed as you saw Sam holding his phone and showing the photo that he just took to everyone

"Oh, calm down Snowflake, it's not every day that we get to see Mr. Grumpy so kind and calm." - he shrugged his shoulders

"At least send it to me then." - you asked him, already knowing what your new phone wallpaper will be

You lightly turned your head to see Bucky's reaction, only to find him still in the same position, contently sitting with closed eyes and a little smile plastered on his face.

The rest of the night mostly contained talking and laughing as everyone gathered around you. During the late hours, slowly, everyone went back to their rooms. You haven't failed to see Steve following Nat out and to her room. You smiled to yourself then you tried to think about a way to get you and Bucky into a comfortable position to sleep. You assumed that he had fallen asleep a long time ago as he never said a word all night, nor did he move after snuggling up with you. You slowly loosened his arms around you.

"Wanna go to sleep, doll?" - he asked and you jumped a little bit on his lap - "Sorry to startle you" - he chuckled lightly and hugged you tightly again

"It's okay, I just thought you were asleep" - you turned halfway and smiled down lovingly at him

"Nope" - he popped the p in it - "Was just too comfortable to move or say anything" - Bucky smiled goofily up at you while your heart melted

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself" - you caressed one of his cheeks, basking in the feeling as he closed his eyes and leaned into your touch - "Are you feeling sleepy yet?"

"I could sleep" - he mumbled tiredly while picking you up bridal style and carrying you to your shared bedroom

He put you on the floor and kissed you sweetly. It was a gentle and loved filled kiss, not hungry, nor rushing, just full of passion. He pulled away and undressed you slowly, trailing little wet kisses on your skin as he exposed it. After you were only standing in your panties he walked to the closet, picked out one of his T-shirts, and pulled it over you. Bucky loved it when you wore his clothes, it was a sense of pride that you were his and his alone. You started to undress him too, focusing on his clothing but you knew his gaze never left you as he followed your every movement with an expression filled with adoration. You pulled out a drawer and picked out a fresh boxer for him and panties for you. You both changed and got under the covers, Bucky instantly nuzzling your stomach and wrapping his arms around you the best he could. You reflexively started to card your fingers through his luscious brown locks and felt him hum against your skin while planting a soft kiss on it.

"I love it so much when you are this affectionate" - you laid your head on the soft pillow

"I can't help it, you are so soft and warm, the best feeling ever" - he mumbled softly and you heard his breath even out

"Sweet dreams, my love" - you kissed the crown of his head gently and drifted to sleep yourself

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A loud crash woke you up from your slumber. You turned around, wanting nothing more than to nuzzle into your boyfriend's warm body, but you found his spot empty and cold.

You yawned and walked to the kitchen to get some breakfast for yourself. Steve was already there, making coffee for himself, his back to you.

"Well, well, I didn't know purple was on the new Captain America color palette" - you commented with an obvious smirk as you saw the not so little love bites around his neck"

"Thor should definitely not bring that ale on a party again" - he laughed nervously while turning around and sipping his coffee

"Ohhh, on the contrary, Stevie. I will personally ask him to do so if it makes you finally admit your feelings" - your smiled turned more soft - "How much do you remember?"

"Everything" - he face-palmed himself - "The strength of the alcohol was enough to set me loose but not enough to make me forget things or even to have a hangover"

With that, you took out your phone to check social media. The first pic that came up nearly made you drop the device. Before you could ask Steve about it, Sam came running into the room, screaming, while a very angry looking Bucky followed him with heavy steps.

"Take it down" - your boyfriend demanded with a growl, the authority in his voice making your legs week

"No way man, where is the fun in it, there are already thousands of view on it" - Sam retorted while trying to hide behind you, knowing Bucky would never hurt you

"Oh, no, you are not getting me into this" - you stepped away, but towards your love - "Sweatheart, what got you this mad?"

"Oh, why not ask Birdie here?" - he still threw daggers with his eyes towards Sam

You thought about the post with the caption "The big bad Winter Soldier is actually a big softie #BuckyBear" that Wilson made and uploaded.

"Is this about the picture from last night? Do you not like it?" - you asked softly

"Of course I do, you are on it" - he smiled lovingly at you, his voice softened - "But other people aren't supposed to see and like it" - he mumbled and pouted like an adorable child

"Oh, honey, but we look so good. We've been together for almost two years, it's only natural that we love being affectionate towards each other" - you put your hands on his cheeks, lightly caressing them

"So it wouldn't bother you if I hold your hand or kiss you in front of others?" - he asked shyly, avoiding eye contact

"Of course not. I would really love that. But I respect your choice of privacy if it's not okay with you." - you reassured him

He didn't answer verbally, just bent down and captured your lips in a passionate, deep kiss.

"Ewww, get a room" - Sam exclaimed loudly, making you break the kiss

"You cooked yourself a meal, now you're gonna eat it" - and with that, you went back kissing Bucky

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From that moment on, Bucky always kept an arm around you and was never afraid to show his love for you. It turned out that he was a real sucker for PDA, knowing you loved his attention. You were also able to finally shower him with love anytime you wanted, to cuddle up to him and relax, and to go to long walks, holding hands. You two were never overdoing it though, but the team never minded it anyway. Everyone knew how happy and calm moments are so rare in the field of work you were doing, they were truly happy for you. Maybe Sam not so much, especially when Bucky randomly grabbed you and kissed you deeply whenever he walked in, pissing him off and reminding him that he never should invade your privacy again. Oh, and Bucky never admitted it, but he actually was grateful for Sam to take the photo that now served as his wallpaper too.

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Author's note: I have a bunch of ideas of Bucky, so most probably I'm gonna post about him for a while. But also really wanna write something sweet for Tj Hammond. What are your thoughts? Have a lovely day ^^

#Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes x reader #Winter Soldier #bucky #james buchanan barnes #x reader #marvel #avengers #tony stark #sam wilson #thor #bucky bear #fluff #asgardian #Sebastian Stan #love #steve rogers #natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #bucky x reader

[niksixx]

Plus One

We’re on part 4 already!!! I’m soooo excited for this part. I plan on throwing a few curveballs and cliffhangers in the remaining parts of this mini fic, and I can’t wait for your reactions! 

Note: This fic takes place over the course of a few months!! Just keep that in mind while reading!

A/N: Please leave comments telling me what you think🖤

*Picture is NOT mine. Found on Google. Credit to the owner.*  

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*Pia’s POV*

I look in the mirror, completely unsatisfied yet again with my outfit of choice. Ten years out of high school and I find myself still caring about what my old classmates will think of me. I sigh before pulling off the simple blue dress and toss it on my bed dejectedly.

It takes me another fifteen minutes to find a better outfit and soon I’m staring back at myself adorned in heeled boots, black pants, and a skimmery gold long sleeve shirt.

I give myself a half smile just as the bell rings. I make sure to grab my purse, filled with lipgloss and a generous amount of breath mints, before heading down the steps.

My heart squeezes in my chest. In leather pants and a black button up shirt, Nikki grins happily. I’m well aware of his eyes examining the length of my body, and I don’t try to hide that I’m doing the same thing to him.

“When’s the last time you were this dolled up?” He asks, pressing the softest kiss to my cheek. There’s no one watching. He doesn’t have to appear affectionate. So why does he?

I snicker back at him before locking the door behind me. “It’s not like I’ve had anywhere to go. Now come on, we’re going to be late.”

~~~

Every inch of the school is decorated in navy blue and maroon streamers. Balloons are tied to chairs, littered on the gymnasium floor, and floating to the ceiling. Teachers stand by the entryway while old friends mingle about. I spot my friends laughing at a circular table in the back of the gym, and my hand slides into Nikki’s before pulling him in that direction.

“You made it,” Vince remarks, giving us a nod. “We didn’t think you were coming.”

“We wanted to make an entrance,” Nikki answers with a lighthearted laugh, giving my hand a squeeze. “Fashionably late and all that jazz.”

I walk around the table, exchanging hugs and quick pecks on the cheek, making sure to even press a tiny kiss to Vivian’s growing stomach. It’s good to see everyone together again. Sure, we’re all used to seeing each other on the weekends, but life has caught up to many of us, making it difficult to keep to our regularly scheduled adventures.

“So, you and Nikki,” Charlotte whispers, only for the girls to hear. My lips quirk up in a smile. “It’s about time you got your happy ending.”

“Let’s not jump ahead,” Viv interjects, stuffing a brownie into her mouth. No one says anything about the six other brownies piled onto her plate. How ironic it’d be if baby Alice May ended up hating chocolate. “They just started dating a month ago. But, I am mad I had to find out from Amanda,” Viv pouts before sinking her teeth into another treat. “How’s he been treating you?”

“Like a queen I hope,” Amanda chimes in, swirling the straw in her drink.

I see how happy they are for me, and I have to push away the nagging thought that screams it’s not real. No matter how much I want it to be real, and no matter how well Nikki treats me, that thought is ever-present in my brain.

“He’s amazing,” I say breathlessly, sneaking a quick peek at Nikki. He laughs at something Tommy says, eyes crinkling in delight. His smile is wide and genuine. “He’s unlike any man I’ve ever been with.”

Charlotte shakes me happily. “How many dates have you been on?”

“A few. We went out to dinner one night, a museum another. We stay in sometimes too. Order pizza, watch movies, play games. He even cooked for me last night. Being with him is an adventure I never want to end.”

~~~

*Nikki’s POV*

From the gymnasium bleachers, I watch with a grin as Pia and Charlotte dance with a few classmates. My eyes stay glued on Pia. The more she smiles and laughs, the more I can feel a dopey grin widening across my face.

I can feel my chest tighten as I watch her. It’s a feeling I’ve been having for a few days now whenever I’m around her and I can’t quite place what it is. From the dance floor her eyes find mine and she winks subtly, and the tightness is present once more. I balance my elbow on my knee, cheek in my palm, and sigh.

“You’ve got a little drool right there buddy,” Tommy pokes the corner of my mouth and I swat his hand away, frowning.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Tommy rolls his eyes, crossing his ankles and leaning back on a higher bleacher. “How long are you supposed to keep up this act?”

I’m well aware of the extra emphasis placed on act. “Only a few more months. After her work party and cousin’s wedding, I am a free, single man again.”

“Uh huh,” Tommy tuts, his eyebrow raised in question. “So there’s absolutely no chance that this fake relationship turns into something real.”

I straighten my shoulders, shooting Tommy a warning look. He’s treading in deep water. “Don’t start. I don’t see her that way. Never have.”

Tommy was never one to listen. He takes a swig of water, brows raised as if to challenge me. “But you’re starting to.”

“Enough,” The word comes out harsh through gritted teeth. I ball my fists tightly, lowering my voice. “Be careful with your next words, man. I’m serious.”

Tommy chuckles, shaking his head. It’s a game to him. My reactions are his entertainment. “You won’t do shit and you know it. Seriously, man, what gives? I can see it on your face. You’re falling for her, aren’t you?”

I’m about to open my mouth but commotion on the dance floor stops me. I turn, scrunching my brows as Pia and Charlotte dart over to where Tommy and I are sitting.

“What’s going on?” Tommy asks, looking frantically between the girls.

“It’s Viv,” Pia answers, waiting a moment to catch her breath. “Her water just broke.”

~~~

In Vivian’s arms, the tiny pink bundle squirms away. There’s a smile on each one of my friend’s faces, Mick especially, as he strokes the top of his daughter’s head.

“She is so beautiful,” Amanda gasps, tears filling her eyes at the sight of her godchild. Even Tommy’s eyes are bright with unshed tears as he gazes at his new goddaughter, only a few hours old. “We’re so proud of you, Viv.”

Beside me, Pia squeezes my hand. I look down, smirking at the tears that are falling from her eyes, and instinctively brush them away. When I turn forward, I’m greeted with Vivian’s eyes narrowed, holding me captive. No one else seems to notice, and I squirm under her intense gaze.

“Now I hope you know I love you all, but this new momma is hungry and tired,” Viv chuckles, rubbing her growling stomach. Mick is the first one out of the room, no doubt sprinting to the cafeteria to find something semi edible for his wife to eat. Everyone nods in understanding. We begin to file out into the hallway, but Vivan’s voice stops me.

“Nikki,” I turn around, again met with Vivian’s hard gaze. “Close the door. Stay here.”

I freeze. Her voice is anything but welcoming. My fingers twitch as I close the door to the room, taking a hesitant step toward her.

“I thought you wanted to rest,” I say dumbly, stuffing my hands into my pockets. It was never easy to tell what Vivian was thinking, but her face always gave away how she felt.

“I do, but we need to talk first,” Viv’s voice is low and even. She sucks in a breath, exhales, and glares. “Why are you doing this to my best friend?” She shakes her head. “A fake relationship? Really?”

I frown, the realization dawning on me. Mick had told Vivian. “What are you getting at, Viv? Pia asked me to be her fake boyfriend. I’m not doing anything to her.”

It’s a scary sight, Vivian chuckling darkly. “Wow. You really are oblivious, huh?” When I don’t answer, Vivian continues, voice softening. “You really expect me to believe that you don’t know Pia is in love with you?”

I blink. “What?”

Viv rolls her eyes exasperatedly. “Pia is in love with you, Nikki. Somehow, everyone else can see that except you.”

Hate is a strong word and I don’t use it very often. But at this moment, I hate Vivian. I hate the way she’s looking at me. I hate the way I feel so small under her scrutiny. But most of all, I hate the way she’s acting as if I’m in the wrong.

“She doesn’t love me,” I respond with a laugh. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Vivian laughs quietly, repositioning Alice in her arms. “Of course you don’t think so. You never pay attention. I do, and I have over the years. You don’t see the way she watches you when you talk, so fascinated by anything you have to say. You don’t see the way she laughs when you tell a stupid joke. And by the way, she’s the only one who’s ever laughing. You don’t see the way her cheeks flare up when you compliment her and she tries to hide it by looking away. You never, ever saw the devastation in her eyes when you chose each one of us over her. That’s your problem, Nikki. You don’t see.”

My pulse races and suddenly I’m warm all over. The ground beneath me begins to sway, and my fingers lock around the back of the single wooden chair beside the hospital bed. I lower myself down, rubbing the tension from my temples, trying to understand.

Vivian’s hand on my shoulder is light. I’m tempted to push it away, but I know she means well. “This relationship...this fake relationship, is going to end up with one of you hurt. And it’s not going to be you.”

“Why does everyone think something is going to go wrong? First Mick and Tommy, and now you,” I pull the chair closer, gripping Vivian’s hard. She flinches, but says nothing. “You said my problem is that I don’t see. Then help me, Viv. Help me see. If Pia loves me like you say she does, then why did she ask me to be her fake boyfriend and not her real boyfriend, huh? I’m clearly not good enough to be her real boyfriend, right?”

Viv sighs, thumb brushing over my knuckles. “She asked you because she trusts you. And this fake relationship gives her the chance to experience a real relationship with you, one that you never gave her because you were too busy using me, Charlotte, and Amanda to occupy your time. You want to know a secret? You just told me why you never gave Pia the chance. Because in your mind, you don’t think you’re good enough for her. And for someone that puts on the front that he doesn’t want a relationship with her, you certainly are going to lengths to prove this one is real.”

“I know I’m not good enough,” I spit back. “I just...I just know it. I can act the part and put on a show, but that’s all this is. It’s a goddamn show.”

I can see the blood rushing to Vivian’s cheeks. “You stubborn jackass, you know that’s not true. You only have to play the part in public. And believe me, you’ve done one hell of a job with that, so explain to me why you’re still dating her in private? Movie nights? Game nights? Homemade dinners? Explain that to me.”

For the tenth time that night, I’m speechless. Why was I still dating her in private?

“So what do you suggest then?” I ask seriously after a long, silent moment. “That we just call it off completely? Because I can do that right now.”

Viv shakes her head, eyes wide. “If you have no intentions of making this a real relationship, then you need to stop acting like it is behind closed doors. No more movie nights. No more game nights, homemade dinners, none of that. Because the more you do that, the more she’s going to fall in love with you, only for you to rip her heart out in the end.”

#nikki sixx #motley crue #motley crue fanfic #motley crue fanfiction #motley crue fic #nikki sixx fanfiction #nikki sixx fluff #nikki sixx angst #nikki sixx x oc #nikki sixx fanfic #nikki sixx fic

[dontbesoweirdkira]

Ok, I was gonna ask you about something else, but after reading the part 2 of the Mic and the exchanged student, I'm in DIRE need to see the part 3 where she has to start her hero career and she, obviously, need his help(not because she is not capable of starting it by herself but because she just needs him to continue to be by her side like it always has been)! Pretty please! Thank you! 💗

A/N: SKSKSK hOw cOUlD i sAy nO to tHat prEtTy PwEasE uwu. Haha yeah totally i’ll do this. Sorry if this comes out a bit late i’m working on some things. Thanks for requesting <333 Any requests let me know!

-So you know that bonus thingy i did in the last one? Where the parents were mean and all that? Well let's continue with that story line, I feel like that’s a bit more interesting for this!

-So i feel like after everything went down, realistically your parents would have forced you to come home and not contact Hizashi. Which sucks because he was the only one that really believed in you, And Japan became like a second home, even though your japanese isn’t the best and you may not look like everyone, you grew to love it and appreciate it. The thought of going back home to your parents stormed in your stomach

-Hizashi hated the idea too, he felt like your parents were mentally abusive and he really hated the idea of you going back. He talked to you and wanted to know if you wanted to get others involved and what not so you didn’t have to go back and leave the school. But you didn’t want to go through that whole process

-Besides you were “almost an adult” and soon able to start your hero career. You somehow convinced him to let it go and have faith you’ll be okay.

-”Alright Y/N, If you ever want it, you can always have a job under me and my agency. Even if you don’t wanna be a hero, you can work on my radio show.”

-Damn leaving Present was like the hardest thing. He was like a positive father figure that you always wanted and finally got, then when everything was good it got ripped away. It hurt so badly.

-Plus present took it so hard because he felt it was his fault, ‘Why did i have to say something?’ ‘It’s all my fault’

-Going back to your home country was like heck? Your parents forced you to stop with all this “hero mess” and made you go on a “more stable” path. They took away all your devices and stuff so you can “focus” but in reality they wanted to make sure you weren’t contacting Present or looking into hero stuff.

-Damn You’re really wishing you took Present up on that offer and let him help you stay

-You couldn’t work on your quirk or train so while everyone was asleep you’d do exercises and warmups Present taught you

-In those few years you were so miserable, and all you wanted to do was go back to japan and go on the path you always wanted to. You missed Hizashi and the friends you had made, Here you were lonely and tired, but there you had so much life and happiness.

-So secretly you were saving money so as soon as you get a chance, you can get away. So occasionally you’s ask for 20 or so dollars to get “books” or “go to the mall” when in reality you were just storing the money away in your secret trust fund lol.

-By the time of graduation you had enough money saved up to go travel, thanks to the extra help of graduation money from family members of course.

-As soon as you got home you brought a ticket, reserved a hotel and packed all you bags and left to the airport by the early morning. Whew you felt as if you were running from the Feds and for some reason that gave you a rush of excitement you hadn’t felt in a long time.

-finally you get to see Hizashi after all this time

-When you got to Japan, you went to the first place you could think of. Present’s agency. You couldn’t quite think of where else to get to him, so this was your first resort.

-Upon arriving you were so nervous. What if Hizashi didn’t even work there anymore?? What if he didn’t want to help? After all you kinda of cut him off even though you promised to keep him posted every once in a while. Although that wasn’t your fault but maybe he hated you for it?

-Either way it was too late now and you were already at the front desk, standing awkwardly standing

-“Hello dear, is there anything I can help you with?”

-“u-Ugh wEll uHhh???”

-“....“

-“....”

-“Do you have an appointment...or….”

-“nO...yeS? Haha i'm sorry, I'm looking for Hizashi Yamada. I’m an old friend and he told me to come here if I ever needed him..?”

-“...right...Your name?”

-“Y/L L/N.”

-“I don’t see you name under any notes or messages for him. By safety protocol I cannot let you up past this floor without a proper appointment or verification.”

-“Well is there anyway that I can leave him a note..with my contact and such? Or a way to set an appointment?”

-“Yes I can leave a note but I cannot guarantee he will see it and you can only make an appointment if you’re an endorser.”

-“Ah I see, Well I guess I’ll just leave a note then? Here is my name and number and can you just tell him I’m back in Japan. I need to talk to him.”

-“of course.” The lady at the front desk smiled as she finished writing the small note and moving it aside with the others

-You began to make your was towards the exit only to be stopped dead in your tracks when you heard an all too familiar voice boom through out the lobby

-“YEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH WHATS UP OFFICE LAAAAADDYYYYY! ANY NEW MAIL FOR ME??? HMM HMM????”

-Turning around, your eyes met the sunflower blonde male that leaned against the counter with a Gigantic smile across his face.

-suddenly a similar smile he wore, slapped across your face as you unconsciously shouted

-“H-hizashi?!”

-instantly his eyes landed upon you, yet his award winning smile vanished and turned into a tired expression

-ugh another crazed fan waiting at the front desk for him.

-except you weren’t, you were his most favorite person on the planet. However you looked so different. And he could hardly recognize you.

-For a moment he just stared at you with the utter most bleak face, until it hit him.

-“America?”

-“Mr. Hizashi!”

-HE IS SOOOO HAPPY SKSKSKSKSKS LIKE BRO HE THOUGHT HE WOULD NEVER SEE YOU AGAIN.

-HE SMILES SO WIDE AND LITERALLY JUMP HUGS YOU

-“MRSSSS. AMERIIICAAAA.”

-he has a moment where he pulls apart and just gazes at you

-i-is that tears in his eyes??

-awww so soft

-sMotheRs yOu In kIssEs (friendly forehead ones lmao)

-He’s just so happy to see you looking healthy and safe. He loves you so much, even if it’s been years.

-“I thought something bad happened to you, I tried emailing and contacting you but no response. Oh I’m so happy I get to see you again! Are you okay? Are you hungry?? Wait let’s go talk at a restaurant.”

-So you guys go to a restaurant and talk and reconcile about the past. Apologized for not responding and talking so long to come back.

-“No worries I’m just glad your here now! How has hero work been? Signed with any major companies.”

-“Haha um actually no not yet.”

-“WHAAAAT?! What are you waiting for?? I’m sure by now your quirk skills and everything has gotten waaay better now with all the training you’ve probably had there. I’m sure you’ll get signed just like that.”

-“Actually Hizashi. The last time I actually trained or really used my quirk was the last time we trained together.”

-He literally thought you were joking. No that’s not possible that was years ago.

-“No I’m serious, my parents wouldn’t let me do hero work after all that went down and they limited the use of my quirk. These past years I’ve been studying to be a pharmacist because my parents says it’s a more realistic job for someone like me and hero work is nonsense.”

-What no? They couldn’t of held a grudge that long? No you were on such a good path to become a hero. He was sure of it. The world really needed someone to step up, with the rise of crime and he knew you could do it. So for your parents to say “nonsense” was so unbelievably stupid.

-“What?” that was all he could muster hearing your news

-“yep! And I couldn’t respond to you because my parents took away all my devices, and gave me ones that were restricted and only for school research purposes. Everything about heroes or quirks that wasn’t related to Pharmaceutical Purposes wasn’t allowed. I actually saved up cash for years and gathered up the money I got from graduation to buy a ticket and a small apartment here. Although I’m sure my parents will be hot when they noticed I left the country, but at least I’ll be thousands of miles away and safe from their antics right? Haha.”

-He was so shocked. He didn’t think him telling off your parents and protecting your from them while you were in Japan, would cause them to go to such extremes. What kind of people?

-“Y-yeah. But don’t worry I’m alive aren’t I!” You laughed out

-He smiles at your attempt of optimism and nodded in agreement

- “Do you still want to become a hero?” He asked twirling his spoon around in the soup he earlier ordered

-“W-Well yes. Actually I do a lot, this world is becoming more cruel and I really hate sitting back and seeing these innocent people who can’t fight back get hurt everyday. But I know it’s hard but It’s something I really still want to do.”

-“Okay then, Y/N I’ll train you and help you become a hero. In the moring I’ll start paper works and a letter to get you into my company under me. I’ll make sure you become the hero you always wanted to be...that I always knew you could be.”

-“Wait are you serious.”

-“Only if you are. We’ll train in the early mournings and I’ll take you with me on patrol at night so you can get a feel of what it’s like. I’ll guide you Y/N and do better than I did before. I owe it to you.”

-And after that, that’s exactly what happened

-you guys were out on a morning run by 5 and working out at the gym around noon. Around 11 at night you guys were on patrol until 3 am. And this went on for months

-He pushes you harder than you possibly knew your body could be pushed

-You your quirk became much stronger and stable.

-teaches you different techniques and gives you pointers on where to go out on patrol and how to look for suspicious behaviors

-you’re under his company and training for about a year or so before you break off and go on your own. He makes sure you’re fully confident and he knows that you’re at a good spot beforehand though.

-You actually get signed under a big company and recruited for a few others all over.

-Before you left his wing, you made sure you thanked him for everything and that he was totally fine with it

-which he was

-He’s still always beside you though. You knew in your heart you still needed his guidance and his friendship in your life, and same for him. He really adores you and doesn’t want to just say goodbye. It hurt so bad the first time, he couldn’t imagine how it would feel departing again.

- He checks up on you everyday and make sure to go out to lunch every one in awhile.

-When you’re kind of lost or stuck or need a shoulder to cry on, he’s always right there.

-“Hizashi...I don’t know. Maybe my parents were right and I’m really not cut out for this. It’s so hard and I’m so tired. I just really want to cry.”

-“Hey shh, don’t worry you’re doing great. It just gets hard sometimes but trust me it’ll get better. I’m right here for you.”

-If you parents did come back to Japan and came to harass you or what not, Hizashi is instantly there protecting you and makes sure they won’t ever do that again. You are not going back to the U.S. with them, even if he has to get the legals involved he would.

-Send little gifts to him every so often as a thank you.

-You stay in Japan for the first couple years of your hero career but then branch out a bit to different countries

-collecting Souvenirs and postcards to send back to hIzAsHI

-When you become super successful he’s like “See Y/N, what did I tell you? You’re going to be fucking great.”

#headcanon #x reader #fanfic #dating #oneshot #imagines #bhna #bnha headcanons #bnha present mic #present mic x reader #present mic #hizashi yamada #yamada hizashi #hizashi yamada x reader #mha hizashi #10/10 would recommend #would include #my hero academia #my hero acadamy #bnha teachers #bnha aizawa #aizawa x reader #shouta aizawa #aizawa shouta #mr aizawa #bnha all might #all might x reader #all might #izuku midoriya

[kasienda]

An Open Secret - Chapter Two

My ML Secret Santa Story for @ladybuginettes continues!! Please enjoy more post-reveal/pre-relationship fluffiness! Goodness! I love these two soooo much!! (Though I hate writing puns... I may never do it again...) 

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2: The New Normal After coffee, Marinette had invited him over for some Mecha Strike and pastries, and since, by some miracle, his calendar was clear, he leapt at the invitation. Then he turned off his phone for good measure so that Nathalie couldn’t notify him of changes because nothing was going to interrupt time spent with his lady. So, here he was in Marinette’s room. Ladybug’s room. Of course, he had been here before, but now it felt more personal. For one, he was actually paying attention this time. Every design sketch and photo of her and her friends on the wall was a gift of insight into her world. Even the rice paper lanterns and fairy lights hanging from the ceiling felt magical. And of course, the mannequin with the beginnings of a red skirt pinned to its waist that he was confident would look amazing on her within the next week or two.  And he was hanging out with Ladybug just for fun - no responsibilities or akumas to deal with - he felt positively giddy with excitement. Like it was difficult to sit still. And, he was finally getting to know Marinette better in light of her newfound ability to string whole sentences together. This was something he had been trying to do as Adrien for years with little to show for it and no clues for how to break through the invisible obstacles between them. He still wasn’t sure why those barriers had existed in the first place, but he was delighted that Chat Noir was able to make them evaporate.

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He tried to stay focused on the game at hand. He knew from prior experience that he could beat her in maybe one out of three matches on a good day. But today, as distracted as he was, he’d be lucky if he made it to one in five. In the current round, Marinette was winning, but by a slim enough margin, that he still had a chance. Well, until he glanced at her profile next to him. She was entirely focused on the screen, her tongue poking out from the side of her mouth, her eyebrows furrowed in concentration. He stared for half a second too long. Then she slammed him with her super he hadn’t even realized she had accumulated enough combo points to earn. He might have been able to dodge it had he been paying attention. As it was, the large KO was already blinking in red over his avatar’s prone form. She dropped her controller and threw her hands up in victory. “Eat it, Agreste!” He couldn’t help the smile that bloomed across his face at her mini victory celebration. She was so competitive. He had known that about Ladybug after challenging her to a few races across the city, but he had never known that about Marinette. She turned to him and frowned. “Are you letting me win?” She accused, her eyes slitted half closed in suspicion. “I know I’m good, but I don’t usually best you five times in a row!” “Not on purpose?” He offered sheepishly as he rubbed the back of his neck. “I may have gotten distracted.” “Distracted by what?” How cute she was. “Your dedication to your craft,” he deflected, but he felt the heat in his cheeks. “Now, you’re just being ridiculous.” He shrugged. She stared at him flatly. “As long as that’s what it was.” Her eyes turned fierce. He felt trapped in her gaze. “You’re not allowed to give up on me.” “It’s just a game, Mari.” “You’re not allowed to give up on me ever.” She repeated fiercely. “I can’t stand it when you give up even if it’s to let me win.” This wasn’t about their game. She was talking to Chat Noir about his willingness to take hits and dive off platforms and buildings. But he couldn’t promise to stop doing those things. He would do whatever he needed to do to keep her safe or see her victorious. “I swear to keep fighting as the lady wishes,” he promised stoically before pressing the button to start another match. “You had better!” “Maybe someday, I’ll even be able to give you some competition,” he added after he managed to land the first blow. Adrien groaned as she ate up his lead in two beautifully executed combos, and went on to knock out his character for the sixth time that afternoon. He really needed to get his head in the game because this was getting embarrassing! The trapdoor opened interrupting their seventh match. Tom’s head poked up followed by a whole array of baked sweets. Could this day get any better? “Who brought their appetite?” “Papa!” Marinette objected, her face blooming in pink. “I said we’d come down! We’re…” Adrien leapt from his seat and took the offered platter. “Wheat definitely love to partake in your treats Monsieur Dupain! Thank you!” Tom winked at him and he departed quickly, closing the trapdoor behind him. He held out the tray to her. “Your dad is so nice. We should grainciously accept his offer.” “I’m not hungry,” she declared. “Stupid puns destroy my appetite.” Her stomach growled in that exact moment. Adrien laughed. “Don’t berry your hunger, Mari just because I’m hissterical.” She threw a pillow at him. He managed to whirl the tray out of the line of fire with ease. “Hey! Watch the food!” He objected. “Stop being ridiculous!” she countered. “You loave that I’m ridiculous.” He was floored when she actually blushed and looked away. “Maybe,” she admitted, her eyes had fallen to the controller in her hands. “Let’s take a break!” he begged with an exaggerated pout. “These smell delicious. We both know that I was going to win that round anyway. Wouldn’t want to ruin your perfect streak.” “What?” she disagreed hotly. “That is not something we both know!” He laughed. “Well, I concede then. Croissant?” he offered, holding the tray out to her again. She put down her controller, and poured over the selection, pulling out a red macaron daintily. Soon they were settled on her chaise, tearing through croissants, cookies, and tarts, their controllers forgotten with the Mecha Strike opening sequence playing on repeat in the background. “You know what I hate?” Marinette said, as she twisted another bite off her croissant.

He froze mid-bite. Had he taken the puns too far?

“Huh?” He prompted when she didn’t automatically keep going.

“No one trusts me to show up to things,” she confided. “My parents rarely let me do deliveries anymore and even Alya tells me to show up an hour before she tells everyone else ‘to make sure I arrive on time’ with everyone else! Like, who has time for that?”

“Yeah,” Adrien agreed readily. “I’ve had to flake on so many things, that now, I don’t get very many invites to stuff from anyone besides Nino because everyone assumes I won’t be able to go.”

Which wasn’t necessarily a bad assumption really, but he did exaggerate how filled his schedule was whenever he needed an excuse to disappear so Chat Noir could show up. He had made up so many impromptu photoshoots. People probably assumed his father was an actual slave driver.

“Oh! I hadn’t thought about that,” she agreed. “I guess I’m guilty of that too. I’m sorry, Adrien.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he assured her. “It’s nice that you understand now.”

She smiled back, but then her expression dropped again.

“I just hate that they’re not wrong, you know?” She paused in eating to stare blankly towards the wall. “That I get so easily sidetracked and I know I can’t be relied upon by my friends and family.”

Because Paris had to be able to rely on Ladybug. Because Ladybug had to be reliable even at the cost of Marinette’s reputation.  

“I used to be so responsible,” she concluded in a whisper.

“Hey,” he whispered, pulling her head back up with a finger on her chin. “You are responsible! The most responsible person I know,” he told her. “I mean, maybe your parents and friends don’t know why you’re not following through, but when you don’t, it’s because you are responsible.”

She smiled, the warmth returning to her eyes. “I’m glad that you can see it at least. It’s nice to not feel so alone.”

“I always have your back, Mari.”

It’s you and me against the world. Her grin grew tenfold. She scooted backwards on the chaise, folding a foot under leg as she turned to him more casually. “Do you feel like anyone truly knows you?” she asked. “Not Adrien Agreste, teenage supermodel registered trademark, but the real you underneath all the make-up and photo-shop touch ups?” “It’s not like I’m pretending to be a different person if that’s what you’re asking,” he told her seriously. “It’s more like I give different people in my life different pieces of me. But all those pieces are real. What about you?” She grinned. “What about me? I’m not famous.” Like hell, she wasn’t. “I can’t imagine it’s that different for you,” he insisted. “We all play different roles or wear different masks with different people. Until a week ago, you behaved very differently around me than say, Alya.”   He did not anticipate the deep red that bloomed across her face. “Th-that’s different!” she stammered. Adrien didn’t know what to make of it. He wanted to ask. But he was so afraid of her answer. Why had she been so different around him? Did she think he would hurt her or make fun of her? “Does anyone know the real Marinette Dupain-Cheng?” he asked instead. She looked at him for a moment, then her gaze shifted away to the designs on her wall. “Besides my parents, I have two best friends,” she told him. “Alya at school, and one in another part of my life.” Chat Noir. “I think they both have seen me at my best - seen what I can do when I get really into a project or stand up for some of my classmates. They’ve both also been there when I freak out about silly things or fall into an anxious spiral of hopelessness. They’re both really good at building me up in those moments.” She reached out and squeezed his hand. Thank you. He squeezed back. He really didn’t think there was any reason to thank him. She was amazing. It wasn’t hard to help her remember that when she forgot. He was suddenly very aware of their joined hands. His skin was touching hers. There were no suits or masks between them. He felt the red rise to his face again. He was so glad they had figured each other out so they could have this. And again, he found himself wanting to ask what it was about pre-reveal Adrien that triggered her anxiety. And what was it about Chat Noir that allowed her to overcome those nerves. Why didn’t she trust pre-reveal Adrien to support her in the same way that Chat always had even when he didn’t know Marinette was Ladybug. “Is something wrong?” she asked, her eyes turned to him in concern. “Not at all,” he soothed. He couldn’t ask yet. He was still afraid of her answer, afraid of shattering this fragile new connection between them. He made himself smile brightly. “So, what do you enjoy?” “Besides fashion design and video games?” she answered in confusion. He looked away for a second, trying to figure out how to rephrase the question. “You said earlier that you hated being flakey,” he said. “What do you enjoy? What motivates the amazing righteous Marinette Dupain-Cheng?” “Getting to help people,” she said immediately, her eyes shining with unrestrained light. “Especially in situations where I’m uniquely qualified to do so.” “Like the time when you arranged for us to retake the class photo for Juleka,” he threw in. “Yes! Exactly! That, and I love the views of the city!”

Plagg shifted in his pocket and Adrien tensed. Her own eyes widened, as she clamped her hands over her own mouth.

Somehow her panic centered him. He took her hand again, and squeezed gently.

“It’s okay,” he mouthed to her as he tilted his head sideways toward her balcony. She followed his movement and immediately sighed, her whole body loosening in relief.

“You should come see it some time,” she managed after the three second delay. “It’s inspiring.”

“See what?” He said, still holding her hand.

“The view from my balcony,” she filled in as if it was the obvious and what she had meant the whole time. “W-What did you think I meant, Adrien? The top of the Eiffel Tower?”

He smiled.

The view from the Eiffel Tower was certainly amazing. But he always found it more magical when she was with him.

“I think the view right here is lovely too,” he said, his gaze locked onto her crystal blue eyes.  

“Stop it!” she hissed, even as warmth flooded her cheeks.

“Never.” Especially not now that he could get such a reaction out of her. She had always met his flirtations with eye-rolls before. He wondered what had changed.

Whatever it was, he loved it.

… Adrien flopped onto his bed with a love-sick sigh. Plagg ignored him as he gobbled happily through half a wheel of camembert. The kid thought he was subtle. He was not. But Plagg wasn’t going to call him out on it. The kwami of destruction had always hated the secret identity dance, but even he had to admit this latest development was beyond hilarious. It was clear they both knew. They were trying to pretend they didn’t and their attempts at subterfuge were as adorable as a litter of eight-week-old mewling kittens. He could have put Adrien out of his misery by admitting he had no intention of telling Fu. Plagg liked his kid and had no desire to start over with a fresh face. Adrien needed him. Plus, who else would be able to provide such high quality cheese day in and day out? But that wouldn’t be nearly as entertaining as putting his chosen needlessly on edge. “Do you know?” “Do I know what, Plagg?” Adrien repeated absently. The kid didn’t even look up from his phone. The dratted devices were the worst invention humans had ever come up with. “Don’t play dumb!” Plagg pushed. “It’s obvious that you know.” Adrien looked straight up at him then, eyebrows furrowed in a puzzled frown. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Plagg had to admit that his kid was a better actor than Tikki’s, but he wasn’t fooled. Not remotely. “You know what? Nevermind.” Plagg knew Adrien wasn’t going to admit it. Nor should he. In a weird way, the kwami was proud of him. Because his chosen wasn’t always good at going after what he wanted, especially when doing so required him to break the rules or expectations placed on him even when those rules or expectations were unrealistic or unfair. And if anyone deserved a little more happiness and a little more freedom, it was Adrien. Feeling pleasantly stuffed, Plagg curled up into a tiny ball on Adrien’s pillow fully intending on taking a four-hour nap. But his attempts at sleep were constantly interrupted by the soft love sick sighs Adrien released whenever he was going through his Ladybug album. “Would you cut it out?” Plagg demanded. “I’m trying to sleep!”

“Cut what out, Plagg?” Adrien repeated absently. “I wasn’t saying anything.”

“No, you weren’t. You saying something would have been easier to ignore,” the cat god groused.

“I have to tell her how I feel,” Adrien thought out loud, his attention still solely focused on that blasted electronic rectangle. “Do you think she likes me?”

“Aren’t you tired of letting Ladybug break your heart?” Plagg said, his voice flat with a total lack of enthusiasm.

“Not Ladybug. Marinette!” Adrien corrected rapidly.

Plagg whipped around to Adrien’s shoulders. Sure enough, Adrien was pouring through Marinette’s Instagram feed, and not his Ladybug album.

“Marinette? Since when? I thought Marinette was ‘just a friend.’”

“I did too, Plagg! But she’s been so different this week! She’s not nervous, and she’s so creative and quick on her feet. She’s amazing and I think I love her.”

“What about Ladybug?” Plagg couldn’t help but tease even though he knew exactly what had happened to Adrien’s crush on Ladybug.

“I’ll always love Ladybug, but she’s made it clear that she’s interested in someone else. Oh my god!” Adrien whirled around from his stupid screen and finally looked at him. “She likes someone else! Plagg, who do you think that is?”

Plagg was proud of himself for not laughing. “What does it matter? I thought you liked Marinette now,” he mocked.

“R-right. Do you think Marinette likes someone? Me, maybe?” Adrien’s eyes trembled with sudden vulnerability.

“I can’t believe you have to ask.”

“She doesn’t like me, does she? I mean, why would she? Why was she always so nervous around me before? Did she hate me?”

“You don’t give me enough cheese for this,” the kwami grumbled.

Plagg was way too old to deal with this nonsense. Teenagers drove him absolutely bonkers. All humans were too short lived to understand that the things they stressed about did not matter! Even Fu, who had lived almost two hundred years at this point, was subject to making mountains out of molehills. Hence, all this secret identity nonsense.

But teenagers were by far the worst! Their brains were fully developed, but they didn’t have the benefit of enough mistakes under their belts to appreciate how ridiculous their so-called problems were. Plagg loved his kid. He really did. He could admit this to himself if no one else, but he wasn’t Tikki. He didn’t have her love of mentoring or never ending sweet patience. He was the God of Destruction for Pete’s sake.

In that moment, Adrien’s phone buzzed.

“Akuma,” the boy reported.

“Thank God!” Plagg muttered.   ...

Chat Noir landed in a dramatic crouch on the familiar school rooftop next to Ladybug. The akuma was terrorizing the school courtyard below, destroying all the decorations they had spent the previous day putting up.

“What have we got today, Milady?” he asked.

“Pretty standard stuff!” I guess someone was upset that their class didn’t win the decorating contest. “Follow my lead?”

“Always,” he said with a grin.

Somehow, watching Ladybug in action today was more impressive than ever. He admired the precision of every acrobatic flip. She moved just as much as needed to dodge the Christmas ornament projectiles, and not a centimeter more. With her lucky charm in hand (a red wreath dotted in black), her eyes rapidly shifted taking in every detail in the courtyard. He could almost see the wheels in her head turning as she formulated a bizarre plan. He didn’t know how she did it!

He grinned. He was so lost on this girl, now more than ever. His old feelings for Ladybug now felt insignificant to what he was feeling now. He had been a teenager with a crush!

Which wasn’t to say his feelings hadn’t been real. He definitely had a crush on her, but he hadn’t really known the full context of who she was. Not before this morning.

Marinette was so much more human than Ladybug. She had insecurities and struggles, depth and dimension. All of which made her more inspiring, not less. She was more real now and he was more in love than ever!

“Chat! Focus!” She called to him.

“Right!” he shouted back, pulling himself together.

“I need you to lure her into the open.”

“On it!” He dove into action. The akuma was hunkered down behind one of the staircases. A quick cataclysm turned the akuma’s makeshift barricade into dust, and suddenly she had nowhere to hide.

Ladybug had the festive akuma lassoed into her wreath another fifteen seconds later. It took even less time for her to identify the akumatized object, and purify the corrupted butterfly.

When she offered her fist in their usual victory celebration, he found himself disappointed that the encounter had wrapped up so quickly. He wasn’t ready to part. He would have to wait until tomorrow to see her again.

“Recharge and meet up at the normal spot?” She invited when he met her fist with his own, as if reading his mind.

He grinned. “Race you there!”

He watched her duck out of sight before he followed suit. He handed Plagg his slice of cheese, wishing they didn’t have to hold up this pretense of needing to separate to recharge or transform. He wondered what it would be like to see Ladybug transform.

She beat him there. No wonder, with how lost he got in his own head.

“What’s up Bugaboo?” He asked, as he took a seat beside her. He wasn’t sure how much Plagg was privy to while transformed, but he figured it was better to err on the side of caution.

“Oh! I… ummm… it’s just been awhile since we got to just hang out.” A slight breeze sent the red ribbons in her hair fluttering in the brisk winter air.

He grinned. A whole three hours, in fact. But he wasn’t one to complain about getting to spend more time with his lady.

“I love the view up here!” She exclaimed, gesturing to the monolithic evenly spaced buildings that met the clearest blue sky. Sprinkles of green foliage between the structures and moving people that looked like colorful dots breathed in life to the landscape. It was a view he probably never would have seen outside a photograph had he never been gifted with a miraculous.

And that he got to share it with her...

“I’ve always felt so free up here,” Adrien agreed. “My civilian life has a lot of structure and restrictions. I’m always expected to uphold appearances.”

“That’s why you’ve always loved being Chat Noir,” Ladybug observed, her blue eyes looking right at him.

“You have no idea!” Adrien laughed. “When I found the miraculous that first day, I was so excited I transformed before Plagg had explained anything.”

She giggled. “I remember you wasting that first cataclysm on a goal post.”

“Yeah,” he mumbled, trying to smother his rising embarrassment.

“I had to be coaxed into it,” she admitted. “I screamed and tried to squash Tikki thinking she was an actual bug.”

He laughed. He could picture it so clearly now in her pink room lit up with paper lanterns and fairy lights.

“I didn’t want it. I tried to say no,” Ladybug confided, turning her suddenly solemn gaze back towards the city.

Chat froze. She had never told him this. And he felt cold at the thought that he might never have met her or never seen her again after that first day.

“What changed your mind?” he asked, watching her as she fidgeted under his curious gaze.  

“You.”

He couldn’t breathe. Didn’t she know she already had his heart? She couldn’t just say things like that.

“Do you ever regret it?” He asked a moment later. He wasn’t sure he wanted to know if the answer was yes.

“It’s definitely hard sometimes. But how can I regret it when it brought us to this moment?” she smiled at him as she shoulder bumped him.

He fell sideways a little at the unexpected contact, heat blazing once again across his face. His brain had long since stopped functioning.

“Who knows, maybe we would have met anyway and had a different moment,” he said with a huge grin.

“But it wouldn’t have been the same,” she said, looking into the distance. “We wouldn’t have shared this totally unique bizarre thing together. We wouldn’t have realized how much we trust one another.”

Her head fell gently onto his shoulder, and nervous energy buzzed along his skin. This day just kept getting better, and he didn’t want to screw this up.

“You’re right. It wouldn’t have been the same,” he agreed, and let his head lean onto hers.

He couldn’t have said how long they stayed that way in comfortable silence. But when they finally decided it was time to go home, the sun had long since set.

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[starkercrossedlovers]

Forever and Almost Always

Angsty starker ahead!!

The universe is restored, but it’s never the same. In Peter’s little part of it, May is gone and Ned’s an orphan and MJ doesn’t talk anymore and though the world keeps on spinning, it feels darker now

He moves into the tower with the remaining Avengers, proximity breeding a sense of family that he’s desperate for, heart aching at the empty spots at the dinner table or the aborted sentences when someone who is gone comes up.

It’s painful and the worst part is knowing that no one else who was missing remembers what happened while they were in the soul realm. He does though. He knows. And he sees it in Tony’s eyes, every time the older man looks at him.

He’s been in love with Tony Stark for about as long as he can remember. Childish love at first, hero worship, and then, as he got to know and worked with the man, it deepened into something stronger, truer, and when it remained one sided it hurt, just a little bit, each time he breathed

Every smile and touch makes his heart ache with longing, echoing inside him forever, hoping that it means more than it really does, hoping that Tony loves him, sees him not just as a kid, but a man who had done battle against a Titan and sacrificed everything, just as Tony had

Peter wakes up everyday, hoping that today will be the day that Tony cares about him like he wants him to, but the older man treats him as he always did, if anything, he’s more protective.

Tracking and monitoring go back into the suit and Tony’s in his ear constantly while he patrols, checking in, making sure he’s ok, voice low and concerned, the faint sound of ice clinking on glass in the background.

Be safe kid it’s a mantra Tony murmurs every time he goes out, as if the superstition of it will be enough to keep him unharmed

Tony drinks too much, too often. His smiles are fake and his eyes are tired and his face has more lines than it used to, but Peter sees the beauty in those eyes, in the lines around them, and his heart breaks every time Tony makes a self deprecating joke or pours another drink

“S’rry Pete...shoulda... just...wasn’t fast nough,” Tony slurs as Peter hauls him to bed, going still when Tony pulls him into an unexpected embrace. His arms wind around Peter’s waist and he buries his face in his stomach, soft hitching breaths the only sign that he’s crying

Tears burn in Peter’s eyes as he strokes Tony’s head, “it’s ok Tony, shh, it’s okay.” The older man burrows further into him, hands fisted in the material of his shirt, clinging desperately to him as though he’s going to disappear—again.

Peter can feel his hot breath through the thin cotton of his Henley, sending a shiver over his sensitive skin and he wishes it didn’t make him feel, that he doesn’t wonder what that breath would feel like agaisnt bare skin...

“Not ok...not...I-I...you died,” Tony gasps, “was my fault,” he mumbles, repeating it over and over again

My fault my fault my fault

Peter swipes a shaky hand across his cheeks, swiping away the tears that have fallen and runs his fingers through Tony’s hair

“I forgive you Tony,” he whispers, because even though he doesn’t think it’s Tony’s fault—he never would—the older man does and needs to hear that he’s forgiven. So Peter gives him that, washes him clean with his absolution and when Tony sobs harder, Peter has to wipe away more tears of his own

He presses a kiss to Tony’s forehead when the older man quiets, smiles softly as he pushes him back into the covers and pulls his shoes off so he’s comfortable and then...and then Tony whispers...

“You know I love you, right?”

Peter freezes, sure he’s heard wrong. Laughs awkwardly. “Yea, course Mr. Stark, love you too man.” He winces at the forced casualty of his voice, hopes Tony buys it, wishes that he won’t...

“No, c’mere,” Tony grumbles, tugs on Peter’s hand and pulls him down; Peter half falls over Tony, one hand braced against his chest, the other still in that tight grasp

Tony leans up, eyes unfocused and breath stinking of whiskey, “I wanted...wanted to die” he rasps, “when you were...gone.”

Gone as though that’s an accurate description of him dying

Tony laughs sharply, “Almost did...shoulda...” he muses, “waste of a life...shoulda been Steve ‘stead of me.”

The agony in his voice rips into Peter’s guts and punches the air from his lungs. “No, Tony, no,” he gasps, “I need you.” Tony scoffs and Peter grabs his chin in a firm grip, “Tony, I need you. The world needs you. Don’t dare leave me.”

They stare at each other and then Tony lurches up to kiss him, sloppy and uncoordinated and tasting like alcohol, but Peter doesn’t care, he’ll take it, even if it’s wrong

Tony pulls him down, hungry and desperate and rolls so Peter is under him, breathing heavily as he kisses over Peter’s jaw, seemingly unaware of what he’s whispering into Peter’s skin

Need you baby, love you, don’t go, don’t go again Peter

Peter clings to him, tears in his eyes while Tony professes his love over and over again and his beard rubs into his sensitive skin, teeth leaving marks over his throat. Tony rocks his hips into Peter’s, their cocks grinding together until they’re both breathless

Come on Pete, need you, need you, love you sweetheart, god, love you so much

It’s simultaneously the best and the worst moment of his life because Tony’s drunk and Peter knows he likely won’t remember this in the morning, but god, it feels so good, finally having Tony’s hands and lips all over him, so he takes and takes and takes, even as it shatters him

Tony sucks a dark mark onto his collarbone and grinds his hips down, moaning Peter’s name as he pants in his ear, begging Peter to cum, begging him not to leave, half sobs when Peter’s hands fist in his hair and pull him closer

He gives Tony everything he can, lets him have this, because even if it’s just the alcohol, he’s not going to say no to Tony whispering I love you into his skin. It’s selfish, but he died for this, and he’s not going to let him go now.

Tony grinds down harder into him and the friction is almost painful on his cock, but he spills into his jeans anyway, whimpering Tony’s name as Tony keeps rolling his hips into Peter, his release just moments later.

When Tony collapses on Peter and presses wet kisses to his throat, he fights back tears and runs his fingers through the silky curls tickling his chin.

If this were a fairytale, this would be a promise of a perfect happy ending, but he knows it’s not. People don’t get happily ever after anymore. He imagines that having this is better than nothing, even if it makes him feel like he can’t breathe

When Tony falls asleep he wiggles out from under him and just sits on the side of the bed, watching him sleep. He wants to cry, but he doesn’t have the energy for it, so he goes to his own quarters, showers and climbs into his cold and lonely bed

Tony says nothing the next morning except to comment on the hickeys that are visible. “Get lucky last night kid?” And Peter debates telling him the truth before pasting on a false smile and shrugging

“Sorta. Drunk one night stand kinda thing,” he replies nonchalantly, gaze cast aside so he misses the wounded, confused look on Tony’s face

It happens again the next time Tony’s drunk

And again

And again

He never stays in Tony’s room overnight and they don’t talk about it, but but he’s sure that Tony remembers because he doesn’t drink as much some nights, and on those nights, he’s quiet, his professions of love absent

Tony will look at him sometimes, and he thinks maybe he’s finally going to say something about what’s been happening, but then he just goes back to working on an engine or pours another drink and his heart sinks, cracks

He knows he deserves better, but he doesn’t leave when Tony pulls him into bed, because if this is the only way he can have him, he’ll take it. He’ll take the pain and the emptiness and the hope he knows is false, because he’s lost too much already to loose this too

He’ll wait patiently for the day that Tony can love him the way he deserves, and he’s fine, doing it forever, almost, always

Ahhh! Angst! I’m a monster! But it’s soooo delicious! I think I’ve got most people who expressed interest in being tagged, but if I missed you, comment and let me know!!

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#starker #peter parker x tony stark #starcrossedtalks #starker angst #forever and almost always

[sojourner-between-worlds]

Holding On (Why is everything so heavy?)

Summary: The world keeps turning after Tony Stark’s untimely death. Peter is stuck in place.

Word count: 3.2k

A/N: Finished just in time to post before going to see Far From Home! I just really hope I can get in tonight or I won’t be able to until Friday. If there’s anything weird, it’s because I don’t usually write in present tense, and this has only been very lightly edited because I started it in the aftermath of Endgame and finished it on a whim yesterday, soooo.....

Content warnings: Grief and unhealthy coping in the way of non-graphic self-harm and one (brief) instance of suicidal ideation (blink and you might miss it).

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The first time he sees it not even a month has passed, and it catches him completely off-guard, knocking the breath from his lungs.

He’s walking casually down the street with Ned, desperately searching for some sense of normal, and it catches in the corner of his vision, stopping him dead in his path.

“Oh,” Ned breathes when he picks up what Peter is staring at. “You didn’t know.”

Across the street, at the corner of the park, is a memorial. Candles half burned, art work, photos, newspaper clippings. All of it of Iron Man.

Peter feels as though the rug has been pulled from under his feet yet again. He thought he was past this, but his eyes are burning, and he can’t stop staring, and the hurt surfaces anew. He only manages one word. “Why?”

Ned swallows, takes a deep breath, speaks the hard truth: “You’re not the only one hurting. He was their hero, too. This is how they cope.”

He wishes it wasn’t.

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The second time he spots one, he’s out on patrol for the first time since then.

The memorial is a spray painted mural taking up a good chunk of the side of a brick building, and he wonders who in the world managed to make it. He sits and stares -- for a few minutes, a few hours, who knows -- before shooting a web towards a building in the opposite direction. Queens is quiet tonight; he heads home early.

He slips in through his bedroom window even though he doesn’t need to anymore, and it’s only when the mask comes off that the grief hits him full-force once again. Two months have passed already, and despite that he knows grief has no timeline, he thinks he should definitely be passed the tears he can feel pressing and the tightness caving his chest in.

He doesn’t realize he’s not breathing until suddenly he’s sitting on the floor (how did he get there?) and May is crouched in front of him (when did she come in?), telling him to “breathe, baby; breathe. Everything’s okay. Just breathe.”

He does eventually, but he wonders if he really wants to.

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The third time one shows up, he’s getting dinner with May at their favorite Thai place.

It’s the smallest one he’s seen, sitting innocently in one corner towards the back. More candles, more photos, placed under a sign, the text in Thai. (He doesn’t know what it says, but he can guess.)

He says he’s not hungry anymore, and when May sees it too, she lets out a long-suffering sigh.

“You can’t keep doing this to yourself, Peter.”

“I can’t help it. It’s not like I chose to lose my appetite just now.”

She doesn’t understand, he knows. He was there, and she wasn’t, and he can’t just move on like the rest of the world has.

Or, rather, maybe he could if he tried, but he’s tired. He can’t find it in himself to want to.

He knows she wouldn’t understand that either, so he forces down the grief and the guilt, and when their food arrives, he eats. When they finish, May pays the bill, and they leave, and still he shoves it all down. Maybe if he stuffs it far enough back -- sticks it in all in a box and buries it, he can at least pretend to be normal for awhile.

He decides that night that maybe numb isn’t such a bad thing to feel.

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The fourth one is, even after four months, new. It would seem that the people of Queens haven’t given themselves enough even yet.

This time, he feels nothing.

It’s just another mural on just another brick building.

The night is quiet again, and he swings home from patrol early. May is out, and he thinks it’ll be nice to have the place to himself for a little while.

He slips in through his window, leaves his suit in a heap on the floor, and goes to hunt down something to eat in the kitchen as he pulls a t-shirt over his head. He can hear the distant whisper shoved in one corner of his mind escaping its box: “Kid, I know I’m practically made of money, but put that away properly, please. Take care of your stuff so it lasts, ya know?” He promptly ignores it, and puts on water for mac ‘n cheese. It’s way past dinnertime, but he doesn’t care.

Distantly, as he watches the pot, he wonders when he stopped caring about anything at all. The cork on his bottled-up emotions threatens to pop out, but he tamps down on it quickly. If he cares, that means he has to feel, and he doesn’t want to feel. If he doesn’t feel anything at all, then he doesn’t have to deal with the bad feelings either. It’s all or nothing, and nothing is decidedly better.

Some part of him knows that being numb isn’t really a good thing, but it is better than too much all at once. ...right? If only there was a way to feel the bad things in moderation, on his time, only when it was convenient.

But there isn’t.

He turns away from the stove and leans back against the counter. That’s when he sees it, and a whisper of a thought folds itself into his mind. He takes this idea, grabs it, holds onto it, mulls it over. There’s more than one way to feel pain, after all, and maybe if he can let himself a little of that, then he can feel a little of other things -- good things -- again, too.

No one would ever even know.

He takes two steps across the kitchen and opens the drawer where his aunt keeps the knives. He can’t control grief -- can only keep it safely bottled up -- but he can certainly control pain and when he feels it.

Numb isn’t so bad, but he decides measured pain is better.

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The fifth one he finds while avoiding Pepper.

He takes the long way home from school that day, knowing that she’s waiting at the apartment for him. Despite all other previous attempts on her part, he hasn’t seen her since the funeral. Seeing her and Morgan is just too much. But, apparently, his excuses to avoid her for months have finally run out, and he can’t avoid it any longer.

He can’t avoid it, but he can put it off as long as possible.

So he purposely stays on a stop past his, and plans to walk his way back as slowly as he feels he can get away with.

He turns the corner out of the station, and it’s right there in front of him. It’s not the largest he’s seen, or the most detailed, but it hits hard regardless. Painted on the side of the building is the Iron Man helmet and around it are painted the names of people he’s saved over the years. There’s a wooden sign standing next to it inviting people to add their name, to ask the shopkeeper for paint to do so, and he can’t help but wander over to read the names sprawled over the wall.

There are a lot, but he’s not surprised.

He wanders into the shop, and before he can think about it too much, he asks for paint. The man behind the counter smiles fondly if not a little sadly and hands him a can and a brush.

Finding a space as close to the helmet as possible, he squeezes in his name in careful white letters.  The man had saved him in more ways than one, and he knows he’ll have to bleed out the grief later, but he doesn’t regret doing this. It’s the only thing he can do.

He returns the paint and brush with a quiet ‘thank you’ and continues on his way home. He’ll be even later than he’d intended, and he knows May is getting worried when she calls.

“I’m two blocks away,” he replies, heart dropping into his stomach at the thought of facing Pepper. “I missed my stop.”  And he knows she’ll worry more at that because he has unintentionally missed his stop before, stuck in his own head, but he’ll deal with that later.

Pepper is sitting on the couch when he enters, and it’s only after he greets her that he realizes she didn’t bring Morgan. He’s grateful, though. Seeing her five months ago had been difficult enough, and he isn’t sure he would have been able to hold himself together right now if she was here.

He goes to drop his bag in his room, and he considers just not going back out. He does anyway.

May is nowhere in sight now, and he wonders why but sits across from Pepper without asking.

She doesn’t beat around the bush. “Tony had hoped that everything would work out, but he was also prepared for it not to.” She picks up a package wrapped in brown paper from beside her that he hadn’t noticed before. “I’m not sure what’s in here, but it’s got your name on it. I would have given it to you at the funeral, but… I didn’t find it until about a week after.” She stood and set it on the table in front of him. “I know this has been hard on you. You can open it when you’re ready.”

He picks it up, thanks her, and after she leaves, buries it in the bottom drawer of his desk.

That is one thing he knows for certain: he’ll never be ready to open it.

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The sixth he sees on purpose but not by choice.

It’s a Saturday, barely passed noon, when Happy shows up at the door. ‘Surprised’ didn’t even begin to cover it. At least Pepper has been texting him these last six months, but he had shared a pained look with Happy at the funeral and that had been it.

“Let’s go, kid. Put your shoes on. We’re taking a little trip.”

He’s too stunned to protest, and Happy doesn’t offer any more information during the silent car ride. He’s only more confused when they pull into a cemetery.

And then he sees it.

Tony may have been cremated, but that hadn’t stopped someone from erecting a monument here anyway.

Happy gets out of the car before he can protest, so he gets out, too. “Happy, why did you bring me here?”

Happy stops but doesn’t turn around to face him. “Because I’ve talked to Pepper, kid. And I’ve talked to your aunt, too. You’re avoiding this, and that’s not healthy. You’ve got to face this eventually.”

“I’m not avoiding anything.”

Happy spins around. “Yes, you are. You’re more or less ghosting Pepper and Morgan, and according to May, you won’t talk about Tony at all or go anywhere you know there’s a memorial erected. That’s not coping, Peter.”

Something inside him snaps. “So, what? I’m just supposed to pretend like everything’s okay? LIke I wasn’t there to hear his heart stop? Like it doesn’t kill me to talk about him? Because I can’t do that. I can’t!”

“No one is asking you to fake it,” Happy replies quietly. “But it’s okay to feel. It’s okay to be angry.”

He shakes his head. “I don’t have the right to be.”

“But you still are.”

“Why did it have to be him, Happy? Why did this happen at all? He should have just...left it alone! I don’t know! But it shouldn’t have been him!”

“I know, kid; I know.” Happy sighs. “I keep asking myself that, too. But that was just Tony. Couldn’t leave anything alone.”

He’s crying now, but he doesn’t care. He’s angry and he can’t stuff if down any longer.

He’s so, so angry, and he doesn’t know what to do about it anymore.

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The seventh time, he’s desperate.

A week has passed since Happy showed up at his door, and he decides that maybe the man is right, and he remembers the package Pepper gave him.

He’s still not ready -- not really, because he never will be -- but he opens it anyway.

It’s a leather-bound book, and when he opens it, he finds his mentor’s handwriting scrawled across the unlined pages. The only thing on the first page is “This probably isn’t healthy, but I don’t care. Because maybe someday it’ll all be okay again.”

He turns the page and his eyes grow wide because he doesn’t believe it. He turns another and another and another, and he finds the same on every page. It’s a book of letters, photos tucked between the pages. To him. From Tony.

He wants to look away.

But he can’t.

So he keeps reading.

He reads about their small wedding ceremony and finding out about Morgan, and Tony even tells him about all the projects he was working on. But they all end the same way: “Wish you were here, buddy. I miss you. -- Tony.”

He’s about halfway through -- Morgan is two now -- when he breaks.

The letter starts out normal enough, but when he gets near the end, it shifts. The ink is smeared and the writing is even shakier than usual, but he still manages to make it out.

“Having Morgan has changed me a lot. Losing you did, too. There are a lot of things I regret in my life, and losing you? Yeah, that trumps them all, kid. I never said it before, so I’m saying it now. You mean a lot to me, and I love you, Pete. Happy birthday.”

He curls up in his place on the floor, and he sobs because it hurts, and he just wants it to stop, but he’s not sure it ever really will.

He cries until there’s nothing left, until his eyes are dry and burning and his chest aches, but it’s not enough. It’ll never be enough.

When he can finally catch his breath, he sits up from where he had tipped over to lying down and picks up the book again and turns the page because it hurts but he still has to know what else Tony wrote in those five years.

And he reads more about Morgan and Pepper and the lake house and Tony’s projects. And they all end the same way: “Love you, kid. Wish you were here. -- Tony.”

He reaches the last letter, and he’s terrified to read it.

He thought he didn’t have any tears left, but by the end, he is definitely crying again.

“You’re better than I could ever hope to be. You had a future, and it was stolen from you so easily. But now… If this works? You’re gonna go places, kid. I just know it.

“We have a chance to get everyone back again. I have a chance to get you back again. I don’t want to lose everything I have now, but Peter…

“I would give ANYTHING to get you back.”

He reads the last line over and over and over again. Tucked between the pages is the photo of them with his SI certificate, and he cries harder because there’s nothing else he can do.

And then he’s running.

Out the door, through the apartment with May’s worried voice echoing behind him, down the stairs, out of the building.

He doesn’t know where he’s going, but somehow he ends up at the cemetary Happy brought him to last week, and his feet carry him all the way to the memorial.

He screams at the sky -- no actual words, just pure anguish, because he doesn’t have any words left to say.

He falls to his knees, he sobs until he feels like he might throw up, and he finds one word tearing through his lips over and over again.

“Why?”

“Why?”

“Why?”

But there is no one to answer, and he doesn’t expect anyone to anyway. After all, the only person who can is gone forever.

He doesn’t know how long he sits there, but here’s movement behind him, and after a moment Rhodey sits down next to him.

“Happy thought this is where you might go. May is pretty worried, you know.”

He doesn’t reply. He has nothing to say.

He thinks Rhodey will make him leave, but he doesn’t. Rhodey just sits with him in silence.

“Did you know?” he finally croaks. “Did you know why he did it?”

Rhodey sighs softly. “He’d been adamant at first to not even try, so, yeah, I did ask why he changed his mind. And, ya know, he looked me dead in the eye when he said, ‘I’d do anything to get my kid back. I know everyone who lost someone feels the same. We have a chance, and I can’t rest until I know.’” He pauses then adds, “I’ve never seen such conviction from him. He was a father who had lost his child. Nothing can stand in the way of that.”

He feels another tear break free and he whispers, “Then why don’t you hate? You and Pepper and Morgan and Happy? He did it because of me. It’s my fault.”

“No. The only person to blame is Thanos, and he already paid for what he did. It doesn’t feel like enough, and it probably never will, but putting the blame on you for his choices?” Rhodey sighs again. “Tony knew what he was doing. Can’t blame anyone for that -- not even Thanos.”

“If you’re trying to make me feel better, it’s not working.”

“Good thing that’s not what I was going for then. Sometimes the facts don’t make us feel better, but that doesn’t change them. We have to take what we know and somehow learn to feel better in spite of that.”

“What if I can’t?” He finally looks over at Rhodey.

Rhodey meets his gaze. “You will. It’s not easy, but you will.”

“How did you do it?”

“Who says that I have?”

He’s not okay, but, then again, maybe no one else is either.

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The eighth time, he’s there because he wants to be.

He has a framed photo clutched in his hands, and he’s a bit nervous, but he’s not alone. May and Pepper and Morgan. Rhodey and Happy and Ned. They are all there with him, and they give him strength.

He steps away from them and finds a space to add his photograph among all the other mementos people have left. It’s one of his favorites -- one Pepper took of them in the lab when they weren’t looking.

He takes a moment to take in the memorial itself, the words ‘Whatever It Takes’ etched into the stone over reliefs of both Tony and Natasha. His lips quirk up in something reminiscent of a grin as he thinks about what they would say if they saw all of this.

Despite his resolve, tears find their way down his cheeks. He’s not okay, but he’s not pretending anymore.

“Thank you for everything. You gave me a second chance, and I won’t waste it. I won’t.”

He won’t waste it. That’s all he can do, but maybe it’s enough.

#avengers endgame #spiderman #ironman #peter parker #tony stark (referenced) #post-endgame #cw: self-harm #cw: suicidal ideation #cw: grief #cw: unhealthy coping #cw: self-injury #stay safe my lovies #is 7+1 a thing? no? well IT IS NOW. lol

[ziamfanfiction]

Can you rec a few fics that are not appreciated enough? Like.. proper good ones with good writing and stuff.. Because there are so many fics who get so much attention and it's so cool but then there are fics which are honestly really really good, too, but nobody even knows them. And that's a bit sad. The authors are amazing and I think most of them don't even know that. Soooo.. let's get all those authors the attention they deserve!!!

sure! you can check on our hidden gems tag and previous posts about underrated fics 1 /  2

just like that by justemma

Zayn likes watching Liam play rugby.

Doctor Doctor by orgaziam

Zayn doesn't know whether he should thank Louis or kill him.

Based loosely off of the prompt, "I fell down and now I'm on the floor and my friend has a bad sense of humor and called out 'is anyone here a doctor?' and now you're trying to save me."

Not Fade Away by biggrstaffbunch

Liam wants something to keep. Zayn has a lot to give.

Somehow, they muddle along.

Make Up For by JoMouse

For Zayn, it's always been Liam.

Relight My Fire by LibbyWrites

Loving Lieutenant Liam Payne was always the easy part, from day one.The hard part was dealing with the fact that he was never going to be loved back.

It's Always Been You by livingforamiracle

An AU where Liam consistently goes on bad dates only to realize that his favorite dates are the ones where he's holed up in his flat with his best friend Zayn.

From a Mirror by supercalifragili

The idea was really simple sex, really slow and excruciatingly languorous sex, Zayn promised on the phone.

The Sound of Silence by JoMouse

Zayn likes things quiet.

you put your arms around me and i'm home by ellisaco

"So, uh, any idea where we are?" Liam asks, because Zayn is in charge of navigation, always. Liam still sometimes gets lost in London if Zayn isn't there to steer him right. Which, like, that shouldn't be endearing, right? Certainly if Harry called Zayn up on his day off at ten am to ask where the closest ASDA to Zayn's house was, his first reaction would not be to smile at his mobile.

or: Zayn and Liam go on an ice cream date in Madrid.

A happy ending by Comet

Zayn is a masseur at a resort and Liam's neck hurts.

i'd rather die like this by ziamsquad (locked)

prompt: imagine your opt stuck in an elevator after a fight

We'll Go Slow by Ziamsession

This one shot based on a prompt I got from an anon"could you write an inexperienced zayn wants to have sex with liam (b!z if it's ok) an he wants to make it perfect and tries to prepare himself for liam's cock, tries to ride liam but fails... a lot of giggles and an embarrassed zayn but everything gets better when liam helps him and they make love PLEASEEEEEEE"

The Boy Next Door by happily_missy

Zayn and Liam are next door neighbors but they are worlds apart.

Or the Drive Me Crazy AU that no one asked for but I desperately needed

we should have each other with cream by coffeewordangel

Zayn is convinced his new neighbor is harboring a forbidden cat.

got your body on my mind by coffeewordangel

Fill for ziamminds excellent prompt that Jas brought to my attention:

Yoga was not Zayn's thing. The only thing keeping him from walking out of that class is his super hot instructor Liam Payne.

This Land is Mine, I Let You Rule by missberrycake

In which the life Liam and Zayn share together is one founded on lies and deceit.

When two first-class spies get married, they each have to hide their secret from the other. After they’re both assigned to the same target, the truth is finally revealed. Free from their cover, they have to learn to love each other all over again.

i'm not crazy, i'm just a little unwell by redsweater

“You need to get over the fact we haven’t shared everything together babe,” Liam mumbles tired.

Zayns shakes his head, “I do not. Couples must experience everything together. I know smoking our first cigarette together is stupid, but it makes me happy considering I didn’t get drunk with you my first time, nor did I lose my virginity to you.” Zayn gives Liam a pointed look, like he dares him to say something about that topic.

zayn is special, and liam's in love

you (put this spell on me) by outofcases (poppyseedheart)

"What part of ‘don’t touch that’ did you not understand?" asks Zayn, eyes full of fire. He’s standing dangerously still in front of Liam, and while they both know that all of this is a front for how worried and potentially freaked out he is, his anger is still searing hot.

Liam shifts from foot to foot, chastened. His hands are twisted up in front of him, fidgeting, and he’s trying not to break Zayn’s eye contact. ”I didn’t think anything would happen.”

Zayn sighs a long suffering sigh and runs a hand down his face, mumbling something Liam can’t fully hear. It sounds suspiciously like “famous last words.”

Altar'd Perception by Edjumacashun

Zayn finds himself uncontrollably attracted to a goofy, naive, lamb of a boy. As he tries to rationalize his way around this relationship, Liam throws his expections for a loop at every turn.

until the stars are all alight by orphan_account

Liam is a retired former astronaut with the World Space Agency in the year 2134. He was once the ace pilot and pride of Britain until tragedy pushed him out of the service. He's approached by astrophysicist Louis to join a crew that's being assembled to go rescue an astronaut left on the Mars Space Station. This is Zayn Malik. Liam is the only pilot available with the experience necessary to fly a mission to a damaged station.

Slowish burn.

You Can Hear It In The Silence by orphan_account

Five times Zayn and Liam didn't have to say anything at all and the one time they did anyway.

Over Five Months by ZaynCentric

au fic where liam is the popstar and zayn is his uni boyfriend who likes to embarras him when he comes off tour by waiting with all the other fangirls with homemade signs

i hope i'm gonna be by weareonceinalifetime

Five times Zayn kisses Liam on the forehead and one time Liam kisses Zayn.

happy accidents by imstephtacular

“Hi, I, uh…” a voice accompanying a knock at Zayn’s door stammers. Zayn approaches the door and, peering out, sees his neighbor— Lance? Lucas? Landon? he cannot remember honestly and he really never thought to ask— wincing as he clutches his stomach. “I’m, uh, Liam, I live…” he grimaces.

“Next door,” Zayn finishes, opening the door. “Yeah, I’ve seen you out running and at the mailboxes. “Are…are you okay, mate?” Liam’s expressions are obvious ones of discomfort as Liam attempts to respond, he lurches forward, clawing for the doorframe to steady himself.

Liam yelps in pain and Zayn leans to help him. “Wow, okay, what’s wrong?” Liam is still gripping his stomach and Zayn can see he is visibly in agony.

“I think…it’s…my…” Liam’s breathing gets heavy, punctuated. “Appendix,” he manages, flinching as yet another shot of pain spreads through his stomach.

OR: Liam is Zayn's neighbor but they've never really been introduced until Liam knocks on Zayn's door, doubled over in pain, and Zayn is terrible in a crisis

I Know The Sound Of Your Heart by LibbyWrites

Liam always adored the peace and quiet of his neighborhood. Until a new neighbor shows up and turns his world upside down with much more than just loud music.

A Million Different Ways by unfortunate17

They work for the Soul Agency and Zayn’s soul always meets Liam’s soul.

i'll go for you with everything i've got by wafflehood (locked)

In which Louis and Harry are definitely in cahoots, Niall is probably sworn to secrecy, Liam has been waiting a while, and Zayn makes a grand romantic gesture.

eyes on you eyes on me by cptniall

“i needed a drink of water after my shower but i forgot that i opened the blinds to my balcony and you just saw me walk into my kitchen nakedaka liam’s hot neighbour teaches him the value of discretion whilst also complimenting him on his massive weiner

Together Making One by zenamored

Another thing he really likes about being with Zayn—he’ll never go hungry while he’s around.

Four times Zayn cooks for Liam and one time Liam returns the favor.

#me going thru my history on ao3 lol #i've been reading stuff sorted by kudos #most of these have less than 150 kudos so i reckon they are not appreciated enough #Anons #eat my ask

[mill3nniumforc3]

1. Who was the last person you held hands with?: Russell

2. Are you outgoing or shy?: I can be outgoing, but I’m usually pretty shy when I’m around strangers.

3. Who are you looking forward to seeing?: I get to see Russell tonight

4. Are you easy to get along with?: Definitely! I’m very easygoing.

5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you?: He has already lol. I wasn’t vomiting, but I was very out of it and kept asking him to take me to Atlanta Beach (not Atlantic Beach. Atlanta Beach).

6. What kind of people are you attracted to?: Has a sense of humor, nice smile, lovely eyes, and has ambitions (all of which apply to my boyfriend).

7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now?: For sure!

8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind?: my boyfriend

9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable?: Not at all!

10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?: my mom

11. What does the most recent text that you sent say?: “Mozz sticks”

12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?: Rewrite the Stars from The Greatest Showman, Sun is Shining by Axwell /\ Ingrosso, Head Above Water by Avril Lavigne, Lights by Journey, and broken by lovelytheband.

13. Do you like it when people play with your hair?: YES!

14. Do you believe in luck and miracles?: Yes and yes.

15. What good thing happened this summer?: I told Russell that I love him.

16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?: HELL YEAH!

17. Do you think there is life on other planets?: It’s possible...

18. Do you still talk to your first crush?: I haven’t had a conversation with him in years, but I’m friends with him on Facebook and he has a kid (who looks just like him lol). 

19. Do you like bubble baths?: Yeah, but I haven’t had a bubble bath in years.

20. Do you like your neighbors?: Sure.

21. What are you bad habits?: I like to rip my nails when they get too long instead of getting my clippers. I eat like a horse and don’t exercise. I stay up way too late.

22. Where would you like to travel?: EVERYWHERE. I want to visit a bunch of amusement parks and ride all the rollercoasters, and I want to tour Europe because I was supposed to go to Spain my senior year of high school but my funds fell through.

23. Do you have trust issues?: Yes, but I have worked through them.

24. Favorite part of your daily routine?: Going to bed.

25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with?: My stomach.

26. What do you do when you wake up?: Play on my phone.

27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker?: No. I love my skin color. My only wish is it didn’t break out so much.

28. Who are you most comfortable around?: Russell.

29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up?: No, but I’m trash, so why would they regret it?

30. Do you ever want to get married?: Someday, but not today.

31. Is your hair long enough for a pony tail?: Yes, thankfully.

32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with?: Ew, none.

33. Spell your name with your chin.: vvvvvommkjfc

34. Do you play sports?: Yes! What sports?: I’m a dancer. Dance IS a sport. We stretch, practice, perform, and compete. I used to play softball though.

35. Would you rather live without TV or music?: TV, because I have Netflix and need music for choreography.

36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them?: Yep.

37. What do you say during awkward silences?: Soooo…

38. Describe your dream girl/guy?: My boyfriend is my dream guy.

39. What are your favorite stores to shop in?: Kohl’s, Target, Walmart, Spencers, Forever 21, and Starbucks.

40. What do you want to do after high school?: ....I graduated high school almost seven years ago....

41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?: Depends on why they blew the first chance.

42. If you’re being extremely quiet what does it mean?: I’m spaced out, depressed, or overwhelmed.

43. Do you smile at strangers?: Always

44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean?: Outer space please. I’m not going in the ocean. There’s fish.

45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning?: My stomach growling, my bladder, or having to go to work.

46. What are you paranoid about?: I’m not really paranoid about anything.

47. Have you ever been high?: Yes!

48. Have you ever been drunk?: Yes!

49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about?: I’m technically not a v.

50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore?: Black.

51. Ever wished you were someone else?: No.

52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself?: My weight.

53. Favourite makeup brand?: CoverGirl.

54. Favourite store?: Target!

55. Favourite blog?: My blog.

56. Favourite colour?: Pink

57. Favourite food?: grilled cheese with pickle juice

58. Last thing you ate?: Fortune cookie

59. First thing you ate this morning?: Chip

60. Ever won a competition?: Yes! For what?: I recently won Team Trivia with my best friend, and I’ve won dance competitions.

61. Been suspended/expelled?: No! For what?: N/A

62. Been arrested? NO! For what?: N/A

63. Ever been in love?: Yes.

64. Tell us the story of your first kiss?: April 18, 2015 (yes, I’m a dork because I’m good with dates). It was after the second date with a guy I was seeing at the time. We went to my dorm room and I saw him leaning towards me. I thought it was a hug and smiled because I like hugs. Then I saw his eyes were closed and he was coming towards my face. My first thought was, “Oh shit! He’s going to kiss me!” I closed my eyes and followed my instinct. It lasted about a few seconds and then he embraced me. I admitted it was my first kiss and he said, “Oh! Here’s your second kiss!” and we kissed again.

65. Are you hungry right now?: I’m always hungry.

66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends?: I don’t even know who my friends are anymore tbh. 

67. Facebook or Twitter?: Twitter, for sure.

68. Twitter or Tumblr?: Tumblr.

69. Are you watching tv right now?: Yes.

70. Names of your bestfriends?: Ashlyn, Mario, Katie, Asia, Michaela, Eric, and Clare.

71. Craving something?: Always What?: right now, pancakes.

72. What colour are your towels?: Red, blue, yellow, and purple.

72. How many pillows do you sleep with?: A lot

73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?: Yes

74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have?: More than I can count

75. Favourite animal?: cat

76. What colour is your underwear?: white

77. Chocolate or Vanilla?: Both

78. Favourite ice cream flavour?: Mint chocolate chip

79. What colour shirt are you wearing?: Grey, with 90s Nicktoons and yellow and white letters that say Made In the ‘90s.

80. What colour pants?: Gray

81. Favourite tv show?: Grey’s Anatomy

82. Favourite movie?: Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory.

83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2?: Mean Girls

84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street?: Mean Girls

85. Favourite character from Mean Girls?: Glenn Cocco

86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo?: Dory

87. First person you talked to today?: Russell

88. Last person you talked to today?: Bridgid

89. Name a person you hate?: I don’t know if I hate anyone, but I can’t stand David.

90. Name a person you love?: Russell

91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now?: Yes

92. In a fight with someone?: I don’t think so.

93. How many sweatpants do you have?: A lot.

94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have?: Like 5

95. Last movie you watched?: Are We There Yet?

96. Favourite actress?: Kristen Bell

97. Favourite actor?: NPH

98. Do you tan a lot?: NO

99. Have any pets?: I have a doggie

100. How are you feeling?: Hungry

101. Do you type fast?: Yes. Very fast.

102. Do you regret anything from your past?: Nope!

103. Can you spell well?: I almost won a spelling bee, but choked on my final word. So, yeah, I’m a pretty good speller as long as I’m not under pressure.

104. Do you miss anyone from your past?: Nope!! If the people from my past wanted to be part of my present, they’d still be here.

105. Ever been to a bonfire party?: Of course.

106. Ever broken someone’s heart?: Just my own.

107. Have you ever been on a horse?: Yep.

108. What should you be doing?: Applying for jobs

109. Is something irritating you right now?: All the rejections I’ve been getting

110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt?: Yes:)

111. Do you have trust issues?: Didn’t you already ask me this?

112. Who was the last person you cried in front of?: My mom

113. What was your childhood nickname?: Cookie Face

114. Have you ever been out of your province/state?: Multiple times, yes.

115. Do you play the Wii?: Yes.

116. Are you listening to music right now?: Of course. Now playing: Invisible Touch by Genesis.

117. Do you like chicken noodle soup?: I’m a vegetarian.

118. Do you like Chinese food?: Meh, not really.

119. Favourite book?: Sing You Home by Jodi Picoult.

120. Are you afraid of the dark?: No.

121. Are you mean?: No!

122. Is cheating ever okay?: NEVER! If you’re not happy, just leave.

123. Can you keep white shoes clean?: I suck at it, but I know tricks to keep them white.

124. Do you believe in love at first sight?: *love at first swipe

125. Do you believe in true love?: I do.

126. Are you currently bored?: Yeah.

127. What makes you happy?: Food, music, and Netflix.

128. Would you change your name?: I don’t think I’ll ever legally change my name unless I get married, but I like having a stage name that I use on social media.

129. What your zodiac sign?: Aries

130. Do you like subway?: Meh. After how awful my sandwich was the last time I went there, it’ll be a while before I like it again.

131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?: "Very funny, Mario. You’re gay and you know I have a boyfriend.”

132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?: Again, I’ve already been asked this.

133. Favourite lyrics right now?: “And you came my way on a winter’s day. Shout it loudly, ‘Come out and play.’ Can’t you tell I’ve got news for you? Sun is shining and so are you.” ~Axwell /\ Ingrosso

134. Can you count to one million?: If I had all the time in the world.

135. Dumbest lie you ever told?: “I’m not hungry.”

136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed?: It’s winter, so my doors are open because my room gets cold.

137. How tall are you?: 5′5″

138. Curly or Straight hair? My hair is kind of wavy, actually

139. Brunette or Blonde?: Brunette

140. Summer or Winter?: Summer

141. Night or Day?: Night

142. Favourite month?: April. It’s my birthday month and it usually starts warming up that month.

143. Are you a vegetarian?: Yes! I have been for almost five years now.

144. Dark, milk or white chocolate?: White chocolate. I always eat milk chocolate and I can tolerate dark, but white chocolate is special because I don’t eat it all the time.

145. Tea or Coffee?: Coffee. I hate tea!

146. Was today a good day?: Yeah. It hasn’t been a shabby day at all.

147. Mars or Snickers?: Snickers.

148. What’s your favourite quote?: “So do not fear, for I am with you. Do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you. I will uphold you with My righteous Right Hand.” ~Isaiah 41:10

149. Do you believe in ghosts?: Nah.

150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page?: ...there’s no words on the page hahaha.

#bored #personal

[gedachtenextracten]

The Wonders of Autocorrect (chapter 13) - a rookie blue ff

(previous parts - read on AO3)

They had talked, since then. And for now, they seemed to be alright. Although Gail felt that sometimes, Holly would look at her and feel the hurt all over. But at least for now, they seemed to be alright.

They decided to take it slow for a while and only try meeting Holly’s friends again on Friday, after their first week of school. They’d agreed to meet up near Gail’s school, since she finished a little later than the other three girls. Gail had had her reservations about meeting them again. She knew that Rachel was nice enough. Since her reconciliation with Holly, she had seen her a few times in passing, although they never talked much besides exchanging some pleasantries. But she expected that Lisa would still prove to be a different beast.

As soon as the school bell rang, Gail reached for her phone and dialled Holly’s number. “Are you there yet?” Gail asked as soon as Holly picked up.

“Almost,” Holly promised. “Are you on your way?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay. See you there!” Holly said cheerfully.

“Wait.” Gail interjected. “Don’t hang up yet.”

“Gail, we’ll be seeing each other in a few seconds, tops.”

“I know,” she sighed. “But don’t go yet.”

“Gail, I can literally see you now.”

“So can I.” Gail sounded impressed. “You never told me your school has you wear uniforms.”

“You never told me you had a thing for uniforms.”

“Sue me.” Gail hung up as she neared Holly.

Holly threw her arms around Gail’s neck and pressed her lips to her cheek. “Hi you.”

“Hi to you too. Soooo… Where’s the food?”

“Hold on a sec, Miss Hungry.” Holly patted Gail’s stomach. “I still can’t believe how much crap you can stuff into your mouth and still be so thin.”

“Hey! I’m not thin. I’m tall and athletic—”

Holly barked out a laugh. “Right. Let’s go inside.” Holly put her hands on Gail’s shoulders and steered her inside a cosy looking café.

After they sat down, Gail asked Holly “So where are Lisa and Rachel? Didn’t you walk here together?”

“No. We don’t share that many classes this year, and I wanted to be with you as soon as possible instead of waiting for them,” Holly said, distracted by the menu she was holding in her hands.

Gail took it from her.

“Hey!”

Gail stuck out her tongue. “Stop pouting. I bet you come here so often that you know it by heart anyway!”

“Fair enough,” Holly conceded. “I want a hot chocolate and a piece of pie of the day.”

Hi, Holls. Hi, Gail,” Rachel greeted them with a beaming smile, pulling back a chair and shedding her uniform jacket and setting her bag aside.

“Hi to you, too,” Gail said.

“Hi, Holly.” Lisa plopped down next to Rachel, as far away from Gail as possible, and grabbed a menu.

“What are you having?” Rachel scanned over the menu. “The usual?”

Holly nodded.

“I don’t know why I even bothered to ask.” Rachel laughed heartily. “We always do.”

Gail stood up. “I’ll go get our drinks and food.”

“Let me help,” Rachel offered, moving to get up as well.

“Yeah, thanks. That’d be great.” She grabbed her wallet. “So, hot chocolate and pie for everyone then?” Gail questioned.

Holly nodded, while Lisa pretended not to have heard her.

Rachel put her hand on Gail’s back. “Let’s go.”

Gail stiffened. She took a step forward. “Um, I--um, sorry, this is just not how I communicate.”

“Oh.” Rachel withdrew her hand quickly “I’m sorry. Won’t do it again then.” She tilted her head towards the counter. “Let’s go order.”

Gail and Rachel walked up to the counter and placed their order.

“So, I know we haven’t really talked since… You know… And maybe now is not the right time, but I just wanted to say, to maybe explain a little…”

“About that,” Gail interrupted. “Thank you for having my back, back then.”

“Oh, you heard that, did you?” Rachel’s hand moved her neck as she cast her eyes down.

“Yeah.”

Rachel sighed and looked up at her. “I get that you were mad at Holly, but, you know, it can be explained.”

Gail hummed. “That’s what she said.”

“And did you let her?” she urged.

Gail opened her mouth to speak, then closed it again. Now it was her turn to look away. “Not fully.”

“I think you should. Just hear her out, yeah?”

“I know.” Gail’s voice was small. She did know. But she didn’t know what kind of explanation to expect and it scared her, and she was too proud to admit that.

“Hey.” Rachel bumped her shoulder against Gail’s, making her look at her. “You’ll be alright.”

“Me?”

Rachel shook her head and smiled. “The two of you.”

“You think so?” Her voice was small. “For real?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh.”

______________

Gail felt like no one could rightfully question her trying to be on her best behaviour. She hadn’t even tried to steal a single bite of Holly’s pie. She had sat on her chair, back straightened, smiling at appropriate times and making small talk with Rachel and Lisa. Well, mostly Rachel. Lisa had seemed to have made it her life goal to take as many jabs at Gail as she could possibly get away with, and then some.

Only this time, Holly hadn’t let her. She had politely – way more politely than Gail would have liked her to – pointed out to Lisa that she was crossing lines she should not be crossing, and that Holly would not put up with it this time. On top of that, Rachel had chimed in too, and, even if she had not said so literally, made it clear that she was not supporting Lisa being a brat again either.

So it wasn’t all that bad, Gail decided. She liked Rachel. She could pretend not to mind Lisa if only for Holly’s sake.

By talking with Holly and her friends, she had learned a bit more on how they had gotten to know each other. Through multiple remarks from Lisa about other customers who were too ‘blue collar’ and comments about things her own family did or owned, Gail had come to learn that Lisa came from a very wealthy family and made it her life goal to surround herself only with people from a similar background. As Lisa was ranting about a shop assistant that hadn’t been able to find her a dress in the exact same colours as the napkins they would be using at their next party – Gail didn’t understand why they didn’t just buy other napkins – Gail turned to Holly and asked how the unlikely friendship between Rachel, Lisa and Holly came to be. After all, Rachel and Holly weren’t nearly as stuck-up as Lisa seemed to be, and Gail wasn’t even sure if Holly belonged to the social circles Lisa much preferred. Holly waved her off, telling her she would explain when Lisa was not around. So, when Lisa went for a toilet break, leaving the three other girls alone, Gail asked again. She crossed her arms on the table, put her head on them and smiled at Holly.

“Um, long story…” Holly was chewing on her lower lip, a tell-tale sign that she did not know where to start. “I, uh, as a little kid, I got bullied a lot?” She took a deep breath. “And, um, like, at one point, a bunch of older and bigger girls were pulling my braids and Lisa strode up to us and punched the biggest one in the face.”

“You left out the part where they had pushed you to the ground.” Rachel and Holly both winced at the memory.

“I was never bullied again. Ever since, the three of us have been friends.”

Gail looked impressed but couldn’t refrain from a bitchy remark. “Or is this some sort of you-owe-me-I-owe-you kind of thing?”

Holly scrunched up her face. “No. I don’t think so. She’s very protective and she’s rude and bossy sometimes—”

“Often.”

“—but she means well.”

Gail turned to Rachel. “So where do you fit in this story? Did you punch someone too?” Gail faked exasperation and looked back at Holly. “I never knew this was in the terms and conditions to become your friend.”

Rachel laughed. “No, I would never!”

Gail pulled up an eyebrow.

“Rachel speaks the truth. She has always been very friendly and calm.”

“So what’s the story then, if there was no pulling or punching?”

“Well, our families have known each other for ages. We used to play together as kids, went to all the same gatherings and parties ever since we were born. It was kind of inevitable, don’t you think?”

Holly nodded. “Kind of like Gail and Andy.”

Rachel shrugged. “We’ve just been friends since forever.”

“Yeah. I can see that. But I don’t fully understand how you still are. The three of you are so different. You and Holly are super friendly and polite while she… She’s quite the opposite.”

Rachel looked pensive. “I think that’s her defence mechanism. She’s been through a lot, you know. And she’s always tried to be there for us when we went through stuff as well.”

“She has her virtues too. For example, she helped me through a bad break up even though she wasn’t in a good frame of mind herself either. I think her telling Holly you weren’t good enough was a result of that.”

“I think so too. That’s why I didn’t tell her of back then. She meant well even though it came out all wrong. But I do know I should have said something, Gail, and I’m sorry I didn’t.” Holly sighed. “Life hasn’t been too easy for her lately. She’s a tough shell to crack these days, but once she lets you look behind the hard exterior, she’s a very good and loyal friend.”

“Gail scrunched up her face.

“She’s our Andy,” Holly supplied. “She’s done a lot of things we don’t approve of, but she’s still our friend. She means well, but she does have a bad way of showing it.”

“Andy isn’t as bad as Lisa!” Gail playfully shoved Holly’s shoulder. “Not even close.”

“Yeah, but you don’t agree with everything she does. She has done some things you have trouble reconciling with the image you have of her, but unless you are faking it, she’s still your friend.”

“I would never fake friendship with anyone,” Gail started to defend herself.

“Is that so,” Lisa drawled icily. Everyone at the table went silent. Gail could feel every hair on her body stand up. She must have had her guard down, having heard nor seen Lisa approach them. “Then explain to my just why you and Holly are faking a relationship.”

#rookie blue #officer lunchbox #gail x holly #gail peck #holly stewart #fanfic #ml #the wonders of autocorrect #twoac #ff

[ongnable]

first love w/ daniel

for: wanna one’s kang daniel; a belated birthday gift warning: overthinking reader; reader-centric; angst

{part 1 of 2}

grabbing your hand, daniel led you out of the car; it would’ve have been a sweet gesture if the the baseball cap he let you wear didn’t get caught by the door - causing your neck to bend back, head whiplashing the rest of your body back

“yah, y/n, what are you doing?” instead of helping you, daniel was laughing

so much that you were sure his cheeks were going to hurt later

(it was entirely his own fault if his stomach decides to curl in cramps from making fun of you)

letting you of his hand, you grab the back of your neck, rubbing it in pain

“it’s not funny!”

“no, no, of course it’s not funny” you could hear the smile in his voice as daniel’s arm came around you, lifting you out of the car, holding you in a bear hug when you’re finally out

“our y/n got hurt, why would it be funny? lemme just kiss it better”

when you feel his hair tickling the side of your neck and soft lips at your nape, you finally break out in laughter too

looking around to see the open road, you asked where you were; there was nothing surrounding you two but water

“i thought it’d be nice to take a photo with the sea at the back, come on” daniel laced his fingers through your own, leading you to the edge of the fence

his hand never leaves your own when you take the selfie, his other slung comfortably over your shoulders - his favourite spot to rest them

daniel always told you how much he liked you fitting in his arms perfectly

“don’t you want one on your phone too?”

“hm? it’s on yours right~?” he flashed you a toothy grin, walking backwards so that he could face you “it’s better if its not on mine” he adds after a second of thought

ah. right. daniel had to be careful

“come on, let’s walk to the restaurant!”

“walk?” you guys were still in the middle of nowhere

“i left enough time for us to walk there, it’ll be nice - some fresh air.”

the smile on your face drops a bit. you’d forgotten how tired and stressed daniel must be, always having the paparazzi around. it was only in such rural places that the two of you could get some peace

“okay.” you squeeze his hand, hoping he knows that you’re here for him “let’s go - im hungry~”

“me too~” daniel mirrors your whining tones, bursting into laughter at himself when it comes out a little strange

“niel-ah, don’t try to be copy me when you’re not as cute! i mean,” you dramatically flip your hair over your shoulder - loving the way you can already hear daniel chuckling at your actions, loving that you’re the reason for his joy - “look at me, i made the nation’s number one pick fall for me. im the full package. i’ve got the looks, the smarts - not to mention i’m soooo humble”

“yes, yes. whatever you say, kiddo.”

you fall into easy conversation, catching up on what one another had been up to

you tell him that you’ve finally got a job at the firm you were eyeing - even though you’re just an intern for now

it’s been too long since it’s been just the two of you and you let the feeling soak in, cradling his arm against your body, swinging it slightly as you walk

and the long road in front of you seems too short

the buzz of daniel’s phone ignores your thoughts of staying close by him when he reluctantly lets go of your hand to pick it up

it had bothered you for a while now,

the little things.

and you hate yourself for noticing.

how the gifts he spoilt you with changed from jewellery and teddy bears to baseball caps and sunglasses, and street food stalls turned to private rooms hidden

how you going to meet him before a performance to tell him ‘good luck’ has become parking a mile out from where you were heading at night after a show to tell him ‘good job’

and now, it was in the way daniel went from showing you off to the whole dance crew to hiding you from the members he so clearly cared for

“where are you?”  you hear the mumbled tones of one of the wanna one members - the volume too quiet for you to make out who it is

“i just went out for a bit, i wanted to get my mom something. i’ll be back soon”

it was always like this. he never told anyone of you

he’d even go as far as lying for the sake of ‘protecting’ you

you hated it. it made you feel useless. and you hated the effort daniel had to put in for you

“niel-ah… are you ashamed of me?” you try it carefully, leaking in a teasing edge into the mix of emotions that have brewed up in the question despite how much it bothers you

“what? no! why would you ever think that, y/n?” daniel frowned. worried. puppy face and furrowed brows.

“it’s just that we always hide. i get that you’re a public figure now and you can’t have people knowing we’re dating - but what about the other members or your manager?“

jisung knew that you and daniel were together - you had been the one behind the camera filming daniel since his b-boy days

but you’d thought that daniel would’ve at least introduced you to the rest of the members when he finally debut

“sometimes i feel like i’m not enough for you”

seeing your worried expression, daniel cradles face to place a soft kiss on your lips; using his large frame to swallow you behind him completely and hiding you from everyone’s view

“i just think that the less people that know of us, the better it’d be. i want to protect you. you know how easily news get out.”

you nod. understanding what daniel was trying to say. but why did he have to protect you? you’d always had his back. you’ve always fought side by side.

daniel never had to stand in front of you.

as if reading your overthinking, he takes your hand in his own. the other stroking your hair gently, brushing a stray fringe behind your ear.

“i also don’t think i’d be able to trust the members with you kiddo - they’re no good at lying. not to mention, i’d get jealous. what if you saw minhyun-hyung and seongwoo-hyung and left me for them?”

hoping to cheer you up, he begins spouting the sappy lines he knows you hate so much. the honeyed words tumbling out easily

the ones that made you first fall for him.

“you know you mean the world to me. the world ends and starts with you. you’re the moon in my nights. the only thing i want to wake up and see in the morning. the one i want to spend the rest of my life with. i’d pick the stars out of the sky for y–”

“stop! stooop! fine, i believe you.” daniel grinned as he takes in your cringing, loving the effect he has on you

rolling your eyes, you let him lead you into the back room of a restaurant to enjoy the meal. ordering everything that catches his eye on the menu; the sight of him eating happily without worry as he recounts wanna one’s recent japan trip warms your heart effortlessly

you don’t see him for another two weeks.

and the choking feeling doesn’t return until you receive a text from him one night, with daniel reminding you to watch the latest episode of wanna one go.

to focus on his interview cut

“to my dear wannables, i really appreciate you.”daniel’s voice runs through your cheap bluetooth speakers, a little grainy, and little lower than what you’re used to - “i love you”

new text from daniel: [ did you watch it? ]

you hastily type a reply: [ yes ]

and you think of what you heard daniel say at an awards show the other day

almost bitter. because it seems that you can only hear him speak on television these days.

“i can’t believe i’m receiving so much love, i didn’t know i could be so loved by those around me.”

did i not show you that i loved you, daniel?

“i treasure all the memories that i am making with the members and my fans, and i want to become a better version of me that you expect me to be”

but you never wanted a better version. you just wanted kang daniel. it did not matter whether he was performing in the basement or at the center of the stage.

“my heart towards my fans will never change.”

you cried when you heard him. the hollow feeling that has been building inside you chest bursting.

you didn’t deserve him, and daniel didn’t need you dragging him down.

not when you couldn’t find it in yourself to be happy for his success.

playing with the necklace around your neck - a nervous habit - the pendant fell between your fingers

gliding smoothly past your fingertips as you tried to catch it mid-fall

the anniversary gift dropped soundlessly onto the floor - and you crouch to reach for it

but as if the ground is shaking, it tumbles out of your grasp even though it hooked onto your finger

and it seems so far away

and you aren’t sure whether you wanted to pick it up anymore

“y/n?” you turn to see daniel standing by your door. bag slung lazily over his side, and you stand back up.

“hey.” a smile. you muster a smile for him. because that was what daniel should come back to. what he needed to see on your face.

and daniel walks towards you, a teasing look on his face

“kiddo, how am i going to leave you alone if you keep dropping things?”

leave me alone?

you wonder

hasn’t he already done that? daniel has gone so far ahead of you that you don’t know if you can reach him anymore.

you once saw forever in his eyes and felt okay when he smiled

but now your heart breaks a little when he smiles because it reminds you of what used to be and what you could no longer get back

you’ve left me behind niel-ah

you still remember when you confessed to him. his bright smile, his half moon eyes. your stupid grin, your blushing cheeks.

how could i have been so stupid?

the way he said–

“i like you too. but it should be the man that confesses. y/n, i like you. please be mine.”

you have me, daniel. you had me. and i like you so so much. you wanted to tell him. scream it at him.

because why aren’t you good enough? why weren’t you enough?

“my heart towards you will never change.”

when he said that - his voice had been so clear with the affection you now shared with the rest of the world

“daniel.”

“hm?” he looks expectant. you rarely use his name.

“let’s break up.”

his hands grip your wrist as you try to turn away. though it wasn’t a tight hold - it was firm. sweaty palms burned on your cool skin as daniel held you in place.

“y/n–”

you know you’re hurting him. but at this point, you almost want to cause him the same amount of pain he’s caused you.

the same rippling pain you felt every time he told you that he was meeting new people, or challenging fresh choreography

how he said ‘i love you’ on broadcast as a message to the world, only to text you after it’s broadcast to ask if you watched the episode,

telling you that it was meant only for you

“i love you.” daniel’s eyes widen at your confession, and you wonder how long it’s been that you’ve said those word to him.

that he’s said the same to you. only to you.

“then why? why? y/n, tell me why. please. i’ll do better, i’ll do everything to make it right. is it because of how little time we’re spending together? i’ll make time. how about this weekend–”

“i love you. which is why it hurts to see - to not see you - daniel, i’m only holding you back. you deserve so much more. you deserve the love of the whole world and im not willing to share. you deserve to be loved than more than just me.”

“but i love you.” daniel whispered. “i need you.”

and you could hear his voice cracking. reminding you of how much of a crybaby daniel could be. your heart pulling and pushing - threatening to rip through your chest.

the tears that began to stream down smearing your heart

“not anymore.” he didn’t need you anymore.

you force yourself to stare at daniel’s tear stained face, pushing your gaze through him. 

you’d embed this in your memory. a constant reminder of your mistake.

because how dare you hurt him.

and how dare you feel good to see some sort of proof that he still cared.

shaking his hold off you, you pick up the necklace from the floor. the pendant much heavier than you remember it being

and you realise that the constricting weight around your neck has seemingly disappeared

ah. a bitter smile was the only thing left on your face now. you’d actually made up your mind without yourself knowing

you could no longer see the broken boy in front of you

you were looking through him now.

you wouldn’t hold him back anymore

and you wouldn’t torture yourself

“but niel-ah…” you allow yourself to let the syllables roll off your tongue one last time

niel-ah niel-ah niel-ah niel-ah niel-ah

(would you ever be able to call him that again?)

faintly, you hear the ringing of the school bell echo through the neighbourhood, loud in the silence of your apartment

enough. this was the end.

“if this is love, why is it only breaking me down?”

you both deserved more.

goodbye, my first love.

{ part 2 : last love }

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[hillywooddestiel]

Stranger Things Have Happened: Prologue

Prologue

Characters: Nancy, Barb, Y/N Winchester, Dustin, Mrs Wheeler, Steve (mentioned), Sam, Dean

Warnings: language, crack (it’s a crossover so…)

Word count: 1.7k

Series description: Hawkins, Indiana, November 1983. The Winchesters got out of hunting and decided to settle down in a small town. The youngest of the three, Y/N, just wants to get on with her somewhat normal life and go to a good college. But that’s a little tricky when disappearances start occurring, including her friend Barbara Holland, and there’s reports of a mysterious new girl in town. Can she balance boyfriends, teen drama and monster hunting?

A/N: I am soooo excited to write this series. I know I’m probably not the first to do a crossover of Supernatural and Stranger Things but I just had this idea and really really really wanted to do a series. I hope you love it as much as I do xx Masterlist

Story:

4th November 1983, Hawkins, Indiana…

“Hey Y/N!” I close my locker to find Nancy walking up to me, a huge smile on her face. I fold my arms around my books, quirking a brow.

“You’ve just been with Steve, haven’t you?” I guess, causing her to blush.

“Keep your voice down! I don’t need the whole school to know.” Nancy urges, stepping closer and keeping her voice low.

“So you have been seeing Steve! I knew it!”

“Who’s with Steve?” Barb asks, joining us as we walk down the corridor to leave. Nancy gives me a death stare,

“It’s Nancy! That why she keeps going off to study.” Barb’s mouth drops open as Nancy slaps my arm with the back of her hand.

“Nancy Wheeler!” She exclaims, causing Nancy’s face to turn an even brighter shade of red. The rest of the journey to my car is walked in silence, Barb and I struggling to hold our laughter.

As I dig around in my bag pocket for my keys, Barb continues on ahead of us.

“Hey Barb! You not coming?” Nancy queries, popping the passenger door open.

“Can’t. We have that huge essay from Ms. Fitz. I want to get a head start so I have time to study for the chem test.” She explains casually, gripping her textbooks to her chest.

“Barb c'mon! It’s the weekend. You’ll have plenty of time to study.” I counter, resting my elbow on the roof of the car.

“Sorry Y/N/N. I can’t risk failing. You guys have fun though.” Barb dismisses our offer, giving a quick wave before turning to head to the bulky, yellow buses. We both just shrug before getting in my car.

“So, Nancy…” I smirk, glancing up while finishing the second coat of baby pink on her nails.

“What?” She laughs, clearly not getting the message from me wiggling my eyebrows. With a sigh, I replace the lid of the bottle of polish and place it on her nightstand.

“You and Steve, huh?” The pink hue to Nancy’s cheeks returns.

“We’re just friends.” She brushes off my implications, taking a hold of my own hand to begin my manicure.

“You guys make out yet?”

“No! No… Ok maybe once…” I raise one eyebrow at her, “Fine twice… Okay a lot! But I know what you’ve been getting up to with Eric O'Connell behind janitor closet doors so you can stop looking at me like that.”

“Hey! Me and Eric were a one time thing. Or was that Anthony Montorzi?” Nancy laughs whole heartedly at my confusion.

“Y/N! Only you could be making out with so many guys you forget who they are.” She teases, ignoring my scowl.

“Excuse me, I didn’t forget. It’s just, still being the new girl in town, even four months later, has it’s interesting appeal to boys. Plus I get invited to a lot of parties with a lot of alcohol and that seems to help a lot.” I can’t conceal my laughter.

“Fair enough. But how do you do it? How do you… Just become popular? And get invited to parties. And have guys just fall for you.”

“Asks the future queen of high school, who is currently dating the king of high school.” I lift my nails to my pursed lips to blow them dry.

“We’re not dating! But you’re just avoiding my question.” Nance points out, leaning back on her hands. Slumping over, I let out a heavy breath.

“I don’t know. I really don’t. I’m sure it’ll wear off soon when they realise I’m just a nerd trying to get to a good college.”

“But you just act cool all the time, with all your leather jackets and you’re just so… Well, cool!” She gestures her hand to all of me. I have to lean back and think for a minute: I genuinely don’t know how to answer that question. Sure, I try to act tough in front of everyone just like my brothers have always taught me but, that’s really not who I am. If it weren’t for Sam and Dean, I’d probably be just like Nancy. I’d be a mousy little girl living a quiet little life at the end of some cul-de-sac in the suburbs someplace out far from any excitement. Someplace like Hawkins, Indiana.

“Believe me, I’m not cool, like, at all. I just… I was taught not to care what anyone thinks growing up and to keep my walls up at all times.” I shrug, resuming blowing in my nails.

“Do you have your walls up right now?” Nancy surprises me with her question.

“No. I don’t have to around you.” I simply smile.

Someone slapping the door with their palm breaks us from what we’re doing.

“Who’s that?” I ask in a low voice, Nancy rolling her eyes.

“My brother probably. Or one of his dumb friends.” She shuffles to the edge of the bed to answer the door. With a huff, she swings it open to be met by a much shorter boy beaming at her under a mountain of curls.

“Hey Nancy!”

“Dustin, what do you want?” Nance forgoes the pleasantries.

“H-hey Y/N…” Dustin peers around Nancy to see me. I smile and give him a wave.

“Hi Dustin!” He blushes a little under his hat from my reply.

“Dustin?” Nancy asks frustratedly through clenched teeth.

“Oh… Right. Your mom asked me to tell you that dinner’s ready and if Y/N is staying to eat.” He grins, oblivious to Nancy’s annoyance. After a glance at my watch, I slide off the bed and go to the door before Nancy can answer.

“It’s okay Dustin. I have to get home now so it’ll just be you guys and Nancy for dinner tonight.” I look back as I squeeze past to see Nancy’s ‘don’t leave me with them’ look. I shoot her back an ‘I’m sorry’ look before descending the squeaky stairs.

“Oh hey Y/N! Are you not staying for dinner?” Nancy’s mom calls from the kitchen as she spots me about to leave.

“Sorry Mrs Wheeler. I’ve got to get home to my family. Sam’s making meatballs.”

“Ok. But you’re staying on Sunday right?” She points with her ladle at me, dripping sauce all over the counter.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world Mrs Wheeler!” I smile before backing out the front door.

As I push open on the stiff door, I’m greeted by a distinct burning smell. Coughing and wafting a hand in front of my face, I wipe my feet on the door mat before kicking off my shoes and dumping my bag.

“Come on, you know the rules! Put your stuff away, neatly.” Dean points to my discarded belongings from halfway up the stairs. His hair is dripping wet from his post-work shower and a towel is slung around his shoulders.

“Oh come on dude, really? You’re such a neat freak.” I scoff, kicking my shoes into the rack by the door and putting my bag by the door. Dean rolls his eyes before joining me on my way to the kitchen. “What’s that smell?” I scrunch up my nose as it gets stronger.

“That’s the smell of me calling for a pizza.”

In the kitchen, Sam stands over a charred pan, scraping at it with a spatula. The room has a smoky haze and he has a sheen of sweat on his forehead.

“Sam! You said you were making meatballs, not cannonballs.” I pick up one of the solid black balls from the plate to examine it.

“I’m sorry! I put too much oil in the pan, it caught fire and burned it all.” Sam explains, tossing the destroyed pan into the trash.

“Cheese or pepperoni?” Dean asks with the phone pressed between his ear and shoulder, the pizza place menu in his hands.

“Uh, both!” Sam and I respond in unison.

It’s not long before the pizza delivery guy is pounding on our door and we’re sitting at the kitchen table munching on greasy cheese like any other dysfunctional family. I have to fight to get more than two slices as Dean seems to be inhaling his share before Sam and I can even finish one slice.

“Dude, slow down! You’re gonna get indigestion.” Sam slaps Dean’s hand away from the box.

“I’m hungry!” He whines with a mouth full of food.

“We’re all hungry! You’ve already had half the pepperoni and you’re on your second cheese. Leave some for the rest of us.”

“Yeah, some of us didn’t have any time for lunch.” Sam joins in, rubbing his growling stomach.

“Well maybe if you actually went for lunch instead of just reading you’d have time to eat your stupid salad.” Dean points out in a bitter tone, eyeing up the leftover crusts on my plate.

“Well maybe if you ate a vegetable every once in a while instead of just take out all the time, you wouldn’t be so out of breath going up the stairs.” Sam retorts, earning a steely glare from Dean.

“What’s that got to do with anything?”

“Stop mocking me for eating salads.”

“Don’t be such a baby! And don’t talk shit about me being fat.”

“I’m just saying, it wouldn’t hurt to go for a run now and again. You’re not getting any younger and your metabolism isn’t what it used to be.” Sam explains, getting up to get a beer from the fridge.

“I get plenty of exercise! I walk all the time at work. Look at you, you just sit around all day reading.” Dean gestures his had to Sam.

“Going on the donut run every other time doesn’t count! And I go for a run every morning.” Sam protests, getting into a full on brother-brother argument. Sighing and rolling my eyes, I take my plate to the sink and head towards my bedroom. They don’t even notice, instead continuing to take digs at eachother about running.

“Hey! Don’t you talk about Baby like that!” I hear Dean’s chair scrape along the floor, obviously from him standing up quickly, and him shout at Sam. Their arguments always get on to the subject of the car. It’s inevitable. I normally choose not to get involved, opting to do homework or study instead. Once in my room, I flick the switch on my stereo to block out the sound of their bickering and lie back on my bed. The synthesiser sound of Duran Duran eventually sends me of into a somewhat peaceful sleep.

Chapter 1

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Published by @hillywooddestiel 08.12.17

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