#anyway I’m nervous about their reunion

[munivrse]

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bada accompanies you to your high school reunion

cw: nothing too bad. actually, not suggestive! bada lee being fine as hell... y/n acting up per usual. really fluffy at the end. enjoy!

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when you asked bada to come with you to your high school reunion, you didn’t think much of it. Until now. you’re checking your outfit in the mirror, smoothing down your shirt. you looked fine. right?

“right. now let's go. we’re going to be late- albeit fashionably.” bada’s eyebrows wiggle as she states her thoughts. you have no CLUE how she’s so calm right now. did she not also feel the pressure of meeting people you once know and now are going to meet in a battle of who’s more accomplished? don't get yourself wrong, you’re more than happy to have bada coming with you, the thought easing your anxiety a little. but still, what would people say when they saw you two?

bada strides over to you, “you look gorgeous honey, let's go show them.”

you weren’t necessarily unpopular in school, but you definitely weren’t everyone's cup of tea. this thought alone made you nervous- but you’re fine. bada is there. she’s right beside you.

you take a deep breath,

“thank you. we can leave now.”

now, you’re parked outside of the venue in which this reunion is taking place.

“i’m gonna be fucking sick.”

bada looks over at you in concern, “why? what’s wrong?”

you put your head in your hands, “you-” gag “Other people are going to perceive you. how am i supposed to cope with that.”

bada scoffs, “you had me worried," she shakes her head, "i’m getting out of this car, i’m going to come around to your door, open it, and pull you out. don’t worry about other people… perceiving me. your eyes are the only ones that matter to me. lets go.”

bada climbs out of the car and does exactly what she says. she rounds the car, hooks a hand under the door handle, opens it, and puts out a hand for you to grab hold of. once your hand is in hers, she brings it up to her mouth, kissing the back of it. you hesitantly get out of the car.

bada keeps her hand in yours, swinging the two back and forth. in the corner of your eye, you could see her smiling. she looks down at you as you reach the doors. you glare at her.

“why’d you have to leave the house looking like that. it’s like you’re trying to impress other women or something.”

bada was dressed like a whore in an all-black outfit, cap on her head and chains dangling from her neck.

“me? what about you?”

you were also wearing all black but instead of pants, you opted for a skirt that bada thinks should be banned from you ever wearing outside of the house. it wasn’t even that short, it just fit you so well that bada believes the view should only be for her.

you huff, “bada if anyone tries to talk to you that's not me, scream stranger danger please-”

she rolls her eyes, “you are so dramatic. nobody is going to be interested in seeing me here, this is your high school reunion, not mine.”

you press on anyway, making her pinky promise to run away from any woman trying to approach her. You open the doors to reveal a room crowded with old classmates, some faces familiar, others not so much.

you didn’t really keep up with people after you graduated, having moved on to other, more important things early on in your life that just didn’t align with others your age. you danced under multiple different studios and academy’s, landing yourself at just jerk nearly a year ago. they’d asked you to choreograph to “sativa”, bada observed your class, and the rest is history.

the occasion was quite casual. you opted for some flowy, light colored clothing with silver jewelry. bada on the other hand was dressed like a whore in an all-black outfit, cap on her head and chains dangling from her neck. you often referred to her as your scary guard dog with a golden retriever personality. to be fair, she did look kind of scary today. her height did not help. bada lets you lead her into the room by her hand.

you’re greeted by a few people right off the bat. bada just observes behind you. you’re cute in the way your eyes light up when people ask you what you’ve been up to. she’s so proud at how much you’ve accomplished, and she loves when you show yourself off. alternatively, you love showing your girlfriend off. people already knew exactly who she was. bada lee was an extremely popular name amongst your classmates as you went to a performing arts highschool. Imagine their surprise when you walk in with bada lee in tow.

in conversation she laughs where she needs to, butts in when appropriate, and lets you guide the conversation. once the group leaves, you heave a sigh of relief. you lean back into your girlfriends' sturdy figure and her arms circle around your waist. she kisses your temple.

“do you want me to get you a drink?”

you nod, hesitantly letting her remove her arms from around you. another old classmate comes up to you to make small talk, but in the corner of your eye you see a woman approach bada. you take a deep breath. it's fine. you can have a normal conversation without worrying-

you feel your eye twitch when you see the woman lean up to say something to your tall and sexy girlfriend. bada responds and this woman laughs and… caresses bada’s arm while doing so. you start to worry until bada’s eyes swiftly meet your own and she throws a wink your way. reassured, you continue your conversation.

bada looks at this woman like she’s crazy. all she wanted to do is get you a drink and now this woman by the name of “mina” is borderline harassing her.

“...and that’s the most recent studio i’ve danced for. are you still at just jerk? you should invite me to one of your classes.” she smiles, but bada knows the intent behind her eyes. per her girlfriends' silent request found from her pleading eyes across the room, she ends the conversation.

“no thank you. you can always sign up through our website and hope you can get a spot that way. good luck!” bada grabs your drink and leisurely walks away, leaving mina’s face stuck in bewilderment.

you’re mid conversation when you feel bada’s arm wrap around your shoulder, she hands you your drink, “sorry it took so long,” she kisses your cheek, “who’s this?”

with a light blush on your face, you introduce your old classmate. they give bada a warm smile. you felt good. you knew people were eyeing the both of you, probably wondering how you ended up with someone like bada. you almost start to worry about the stares, but bada knows you. she can see in the slight crease on your forehead that you’re thinking yourself into oblivion. her hand smooths down your back, resting just above the curve of your bottom. she traces small circles there as she strikes up conversation with your friend.

when bada excuses herself to go use the restroom, your old friend group approaches you, ogling at bada as she walks away.

“y/n… she is so…”

you squeal and cover your mouth, “I know- i know!”

when you watch her stride back into the room, her eyes never leave yours. bada loved you. and you loved her. and anyone in the room could feel that radiating off of the both of you.

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a/n: this was much shorter and more fluffy than i intended it to be so just know a part two is coming 🤭

#bada lee #bada lee x reader #bada lee smut #bada x reader #swf 2 #bada lee fluff

[jaywonjuice]

📄🖇️— him meeting your family ~ p.js

pairing bf!jay x gn reader

genre fluff, oneshot

request: “hii! i was wondering if i could request a drabble/scenario for jay pls? :) i’m a sucker for fluff so maybe something like taking him to meet your family for the first time at a family reunion? and then he’s getting along so well with the baby cousins and the family loves him :’) i’m in my jay era rn and this scenario would make my whole week! no rush tho!! i love your works so far btw, and i can’t wait to follow you on this journey of growing your library! <3 xx”

warnings sfw intimacy, kissing

wc 655

‘aren’t i the one who’s supposed to be feeling nervous about this?’ said jay with a wry smile, keeping his eyes fixed on the road ahead. you glanced over at him, taking in his calm expression and marvelling at his ability to remain so composed given the circumstances. you, on the other hand, couldn’t help yourself from fidgeting restlessly in the passenger seat. jay placed a hand on your knee gently to still it.

‘love, it’s going to be fine, i promise,’ he shot you a reassuring smile, which you attempted to return weakly. ‘mums always love me anyway,’ he added with a wink, hoping to get you to laugh, but right now you were too preoccupied to play along.

‘yeah, it’s just…’ you chewed at your thumbnail, staring out the window. ‘i don’t know. i’ve never brought a boyfriend back home before. like, ever. and the whole family is going to be there.’ you sighed, slumping against the headrest.

jay smiled. ‘try not to worry. i promise it’s going to be fine. i for one am looking forward to meeting your folks.’ he reached for your hand and gave it a small squeeze.

.❦.

once you arrived at your parents’ place, you weren’t even sure what you had been worrying about the whole time. as expected, jay had been a gentleman from the moment he stepped through the door, shaking your father’s hand, and greeting your mother politely before passing her the bottle of wine he’d brought up with him. he had charmed every last one of your aunts, who looked on impressed as he helped to lay the table and plate up lunch. your teenage cousins had giggled and whispered to each other behind their hands, eyes darting over at him all throughout the meal.

after he’d finished helping clear up all the dishes, he finally came to join you in the family room. it took all of thirty seconds for him to spot the cabinet of baby pictures and trinkets that sat on the mantelpiece, and he approached eagerly to watch you grow up through photographs.

‘this one was when we visited the states - lord, going on twelve years ago now,’ your dad passed a small wooden picture frame over to jay. ‘wasn’t (s)he cute, eh?’

jay nodded, smiling. ‘very,’

later in the evening, you’d watched from the sofa as he sat on the rug with your little cousin, who was enthusiastically presenting jay with all of her new toys. he received each one with interest, his face animated, eyes widening and giving little gasps as she explained them all to him in great detail. the way he smiled sweetly down at her made your heart ache just a little. when she had finally shown jay every last little stuffed animal, she turned to him, all of a sudden looking very serious.

‘are you and y/n in love??’ she demanded abruptly.

jay gave a little laugh, tousling her hair affectionately. then he looked up at you, softly. ‘yeah. we are,’ he replied.

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it felt oddly comforting to be back in your childhood bedroom again with jay by your side, the glow-in-the-dark stars on your ceiling providing a small fluorescent glow in the otherwise complete darkness. you rested your head again his chest and sighed deeply. the long day of travelling and socialising had taken it out of you both completely; you were exhausted.

‘your family are nice,’ jay mumbled after a while.

‘yeah,’ you said quietly. ‘they think you’re nice,’ you added. ‘i think you’re nice,’ you told him on top of that, wrapping your arms around his waist snugly and hugging him to you.

‘is that so?’ you could hear the smile in his voice.

‘yeah,’ you nuzzled into his chest. ‘the nicest.’

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the following morning, the two of you stood by the front door saying your goodbyes to your parents. as jay hugged your mother farewell, your dad gave you a kiss on the cheek, before nodding over at jay. ‘he’s a keeper, this one,’ he winked.

jay held your hand all the way from the door to the car, where he opened up the passenger side for you, but before you could get in, he pulled you close to him suddenly, catching you so off guard that you blushed furiously.

‘i love you,’ he said quietly, his nose brushing your own. you moved to say it back, but his lips were pressed to yours before you’d even got the chance.

a/n literally what a dream request ty anon !! i could go on abt domestic jay all day every day forever until my lungs give out he’s so husband bye ㅠㅠ

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[reiding-writing]

HI AT FIRST I WANT TO SAY CONGRATULATIONS, AND I REALLY LOVE YOUR WORKS, LITERALLY ALL OF YOUR WORKS OMGGG

can i get a fic for number 22 and 23 of the general dialogue prompts for the climacteric event? maybe with a little angst at first but end it with a fluff?

THANK YOU SM, ILY ANGEL<3333

REUNION [CLIMACTERIC]

22. “I think I missed you more than you missed me.” 

23. “I thought I’d lost you.”

WARNINGS: minor spoilers for the prison arc, bro is just a little guy who needs a hug fr

spencer x gn!reader | hurt/comfort | 0.8k | climacteric event!!

a/n: THANK YOU <3333 a little less angsty than originally planned but full of wonderfully sad emotions 😭

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After 84 days of damn near radio silence, you were finally standing in front of Spencer Reid again.

He looked thinner than before, dark purple bags collecting under his eyes and cheekbones more prominent under the harsh florescent lighting. His hair was longer, curling over his forehead and at the nape of his neck, and there was no spark in his gaze anymore, his scleras a blank slate of absolutely nothing; Like all human emotion had been washed away in those short three months.

Except it didn’t feel short.

It felt like the longest god damn three months of your life and you weren’t even the one in the prison. You can’t imagine how long it felt for Spencer.

But at least now he was home.

Home and safe. For the most part anyway.

“Hi,” You speak almost breathlessly, wringing your hands together behind your back to suppress the urge to just throw yourself at him in relief that he wasn’t suffering behind bars anymore.

“Hi,” God how you missed his voice, flowing through your ear canals like silk and making you melt at his greeting like he’d recited some niche romantic poetry in your ear.

He looked like he was holding back just as much as you were. His fingers tugged the cuffs of his sleeves against his palm, and he traded gazes between you and the floor as he swayed ever so slightly on his feet in an attempt to relive the nervous tension running through his body.

It was like the two of you were locked in a stalemate, neither wanting reach out under the shared knowledge that you’d both break if you do.

But you’d waited eighty four days to see him again, and god would be damned if you had to wait any longer.

“I missed you…”

You swear you can see Spencer’s self-restraint shatter the second the words leave your mouth, and he takes a step forwards to anchor his hand around your back and pull you against his chest, his head pressed securely against your shoulder as he breathes you in.

You return his efforts fervently, bringing your arms up to rest over his shoulders with one splayed in his curls as you hold him tight to you, like you’re afraid it’s the last time you’ll ever get the chance to do so before he disappears again.

“I think I missed you more than you missed me…” His words are muffled against the cotton of your shirt as he buries himself as deep into your embrace as he can, his hands connecting together behind your back as he squeezes you as securely as possible.

You wouldn’t be able to get out of his hold if you tried, but that was the last thing you were worried about.

“That’s not true,” You shake your head against the side of his, sighing next to his ear as you turn to speak into his hair. “I really thought you weren’t coming back… I thought I’d lost you…”

You swear Spencer sinks further into your arms as you confess your lingering worries even though it isn’t humanly possible with ho tightly you’re holding onto each other already. “I’m here… I’m okay…”

“I’m so glad…” Your voice cracks, and that’s it.

You knew you’d break once you finally got him in your arms again, but this has gotta be a record.

Your shoulders begin to tremble softly as the first tears leave your eyes, and Spencer unlinks his hands to rub them in lines over your back.

And then you’re sobbing into his shoulder. Your tears dapple the beige-grey of his blazer, leaving dark stains in their wake, and the hand wrapped around his back leaves wrinkle in the fabric from how tightly you’re holding onto him.

It doesn’t take long for Spencer to mirror your emotional state as he turns his head into your neck, the moisture of his own tears falling down the line of your neck and under the collar of your shirt.

In any other instance you’d probably find it mildly uncomfortable, but you didn’t exactly have the mind to care right now. You finally had Spencer in your arms again, that was worth anything.

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #spencer reid angst #criminal minds angst #spencer reid fluff #criminal minds fluff #mgg #climacteric 🪶

[sad-not-glad]

Just some ramblings

I love getting to see Bucky post recovery in fics. Getting the happy slow life he deserves, pretty little housewife (you) and a tiny chubby-cheeked baby. White picket fence, holidays, Barnses family reunions, because we all know Bucky would adore that. Welcoming a cat and another one of his mini-me’s, maybe two.

But what about after that? His oldest’s graduation, his youngest’s? I want Bucky who struggles to watch his babies move out, I want Bucky who is devastated to watch them leave but even happier to see them thrive. What about when he becomes a granddad?

So here is old man Bucky becoming a granddad after getting the domestic bliss he deserves.

It’s his birthday. What number, Bucky didn’t know, he stopped keeping track too long ago. Far more important was the roudy group of his grown children, scattered around the living room with their partners and childhood friends, extended family and the like. It’s been nothing short of perfect, great food and nice weather with all his favorite people shoved into one house.

All except for one, that is.

‘Little’ Eliana, the youngest of the bunch and the only girl. Even though she’s a happy and healthy 25 years old, she was still doted on by all the men, brothers and Bucky alike. She was the princess, the baby, the littlest duck in the row- despite being married for 3 years already. So it really shouldn’t have been as surprising as it was to him, but Bucky still saw a grinning little girl with dirty hands when he looked at her. Eliana arrived with husband in tow fashionably late, her present tucked away to the back to the pile amidst the chaos of being greeted. Bucky, being the birthday Dad, got the first and longest hug naturally. One that he savored, tucking his little girl into his arms and holding her close. He still couldn’t believe where life had taken him, finding his soulmate and settling down. Getting to watch his outstanding children grow and prosper in ways he never imagined, everything he never believed he deserved. But it was his anyways, and he had no idea just how much more amazing his life was about to become.

Every year Bucky insisted he didn’t need any gifts. He was the happiest he could imagine with just his family, all safe and sound in the same house. Yet every year, he got to unwrap a mounting pile of presents that just keep getting better. So far he got a new watch from his son, which was amazing. Something he had been really needing too. A cat tree from the other son, two new mugs, the softest blanket he had even felt. Slowly the pile went from huge, to decent, until there was only one left. Eliana’s, a tiny little black box topped with a cute golden ribbon. She always had adored her father’s arm, hours of her childhood spent marveling at the metal. Now the fascination presented itself in his gift wrapping, or the black wedding band on her finger. A mimic of the engraving he had done when he married you.

She passes it over with a nervous smile, immediately curling back into her husband’s side. Bucky took the gift with a grin and a thank you, settling back and carefully peeling away the paper. You’re watching over his shoulder when he opens the lid, tossing it to the side and revealing the contents within. A little folded square of fabric. He pulled it out, confusion clear on his face as he turned it over. He unfolded it, taking a second to process just what he was looking at.

A tiny baby onesie, and written across the front was ‘I’m not spoiled, my Granddad just loves me”. He blinked, turning it over in his hands and re-reading the words, then reading them again. You had already put together the dots, leaping from your spot next to him with a surprised shriek. For Bucky, it was taking a while to really set in, eyes locked on the little outfit in his hands.

His daughter was…pregnant?

He was going to be a grandfather?

…He’s going to be a grandfather!

The tears are falling before the poor man even realizes he’s crying. Because after everything he had done, all the pain and suffering caused, Bucky was lucky enough to now be a grandfather. He looked up when legs appearing in his blurry vision, and there she was. The girl he had read stories to every night, kissed her boo-boos and held her hand. The girl who he raised into a wonderful young woman, smiling at him with giddy excitement. Excitement over having a child of her own, creating her own family to love and cherish. His chest was practically bursting with emotions, all of them pouring out with his tears and laughter as he stood to sweep her in his arms again.

And needless to say, the onesie spoke the truth. If you think this man spoiled his children, it’s a whole other ball game with his grandkids. His wallet is their atm, stealing them away for weekends with Pop-Pop, giving them memories to cherish forever. He cries holding his first granddaughter after she’s born. He cries when the second and third come, and he’s inconsolable when your eldest son reveals the name of his own firstborn. Andrew Bucky Barnes, the fifth grandchild he gets to welcome.

Pop-pop who picks up his kiddos early from school just because he missed them

Pop-pop who never misses a thing. Holidays, birthdays, graduations.

Pop-pop who always has the best stories, the warmest hugs, and the fluffiest pet cat.

Pop-pop who all his grand-babies adore just as much as he adores them.

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[solcito-dps]

House is Cupid

pairing: james wilson x doctor!reader

words: 588

warnings: no major warnings - wilson being straight (or bi, who knows?), house being house but also kind of helpful, fake relationship, mention of marriage, kind of a plot twist, wilson kind of being babygirl.

summary: wilson needs to get out of an annoying situation, luckily you came in the picture just in time.

a/n: hi! this is my first… drabble? one shot? i don’t even know how to call it, but anyways hope you enjoy ❤️. also if there is a mistake, i’m so sorry, english is not my first language.

“You really need to get laid”

“You know? i actually agree with house on this one”

Wilson sighed and look at ceiling, trying to find an answer on why he was hearing the advices from Foreman and House.

“I’m actually seeing someone” he said.

“What?”

What?, why would he say that?

“Yes”

“I don’t believe you, what does she do?”

“She’s a doctor”

“Yeah right” House said.

Wilson was going to regret this his whole life.

“I didn’t want to say anything, but i’m dating someone from this hospital”

God, he’s so stupid.

“I want names, names so i can believe you”

“I’m sorry Wilson but, yes, i also need names”

Suddenly you walk into the diagnostics team office, and see the little reunion the three men are having.

“Oh, sorry, i was going to pick up the patient’s chart and just go.” you said

“No honey, please stay” Wilson said. “I just told house and foreman about us”

He stand up from his seat and stood in front of you, allowing him to face you and at the same time hide his face from the two men, so he could look at you with pleading eyes and mutter a “please follow my lead”.

You were extremely confused, but decided ultimately to help him because you had never seen him practically begging to anyone. You also kind of liked him but that had nothing to do with it.

“Really?, that’s great” you said

Wilson finally faced his friends, hugging you by your hip and you decided to just play along, which wasn’t difficult considering how nice it felt to be touched by him like that.

House looked at the couple with a hint of suspicion.

“That’s great, guys” Foreman congratulated

“I’m still not buying it”

Wilson rolled his eyes again.

“What do you need to believe us?”

You felt the eyes of your mentor and sometimes friend, looking at you intensely. It was obvious that House sensed something was wrong, and unfortunately, he knew about your little crush on certain oncologist who had his arm around your waist.

“Kiss”

“Wow, you’re a child”

As wilson was arguing with house about the request, you started getting more nervous than before, and started to ask yourself: ‘how did i ended up here?’.

“Ok, you want a kiss?, you’ll get your little show” you said.

Wilson was just starting to make a surprised face when you reach for his face and started kissing him, hard.

The kiss was intense, to say the least. Foreman was almost choking on his own surprise, while House looked with a little smirk.

Once the kiss was over, Wilson looked at you almost as if he was asking more, but quickly you just turned to the other doctors and said.

“Well gentlemen, a pleasure as always”

You leaved leaving a kiss in Wilson’s cheek and removing the lipstick stain that you left with your thumb, before going away and almost passing out in the hallway.

This was a story that years later House was going to say in your wedding, as long as making fun of Wilson for his fourth marriage.

What he kept to himself though, was the fact that all of that nonsense, that led to Wilson and you becoming an actual couple, was his way of helping you, knowing damn well that you were going to go to the office where Wilson was being cornered into saying that he was seeing someone.

Sometimes House could play God, but he also could play Cupid.

#house md fanfiction #james wilson #robert sean leonard #gregory house #house md #james wilson x reader #hugh laurie #eric foreman #omar epps #fake relationship

[latenightdaydreams]

Hi hi! Hope you don't mind that I have another request eheh... 🥲 I'd like to request smut with some build up before it, if you don't mind of course ^^; I've just been recently obsessed over those tropes of s/o(s) being apart for too long. And then thought of a reader who happens to be an intelligence officer working for KorTac. She and König aren't together yet per sé, more like have fallen for each other but never got to voice it out. Now, reader is chosen to carry out espionage against their enemy. However, it lasts for a year or two. Which is risky af. Anyway, those feelings they had for each other never left and they only grew within time. Plus they really miss each other hjshjs- And then when she finally comes back, cue the reunion. Cue the confession. Andddd cue whatever happens after that. Sorry if my request is more lengthier than before 😭 feel free to decline

So uh yes. That's basically it. Stay safe and take care of yourself 🫶 just gonna drop this gigantic special delivery package to this wonderful writer over here (you ofc) of... Oo what's this— BOOM. LOVE ✨💓💞💕💖✨

OMG this is such a sweet idea🥹 Never feel bad sending in a request! I love reading them and I love the challenge of bringing your idea to life! Thank you for all of the love you send my way, it is very appreciated and it makes my day to see your messages and comments! I hope you have a fantastic day and enjoy the story!

Reunion (fem)

MDNI🔞

Master List

>cw: fem/afab, p in v, oral

2.3k word count

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You stand in your room packing your suitcase as König sat at your desk chair. His eyes slowly going up and down your body, taking in how beautiful you look doing something so mundane. His mind flushed with thoughts of you, your mission, and his feelings. He has so much to say, but now isn’t the right time.

“Are you nervous Maus?” König bounces his foot nervously.

“I- no.” You lie. “It will be easy.”

“You’re definitely the best person for the job.”

You turn and smile at him. You want to say how much you’re going to miss him while you’re away. You’re aware that this mission will be long, maybe a year. It hurts your heart to think he might meet someone new while you’re away. What if you come back and he has a whole new life? A lot can change in that amount of time. Your heart sinks, but you continue to fake a smile for him.

You turn and face him. König looks up to meet your gaze, his pale blue eyes look sad behind his mask. The mask hiding the frown on his lips. He stands and walks to you, wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug.

“I’m going to miss you Maus,” he whispers as he rests his head on top of yours.

“I’ll miss you too.” You wrap your arms around him and hug him back. “Don’t forget about me.” You say with a giggle in your voice to hide the pain in that statement.

Your giggle doesn’t work because König notices. His arms tightening around you, “I could never forget you, y/n.”

König has the overwhelming want to lean down and kiss your soft lips, but he can’t. You two are just friends. Military code forcing him to shove his feelings for you aside to not cause any issues. Yet, underneath his uniform, he is just a man in love; desperate for a chance to touch you in a more intimate way and express his love for you. He settles for friendly hugs and breathing in your scent instead.

He pulls away from the hug and looks down at you. Your beautiful eyes looking back at him. His heart pounds in his chest, he is already starting to miss you and it hurts.

“I’ll carry your bag to the garage for you.” He says closing your suitcase and picking it up.

“Thank you, Kö.”

The last time you two see each other you spend 20 minutes hugging, breathing each other in. Words hanging on the tips of both your tongues, yet no one brave enough to cross that line. Both of your hearts break as you know this could be your last time together. All you can do is hope that life brings you both back together.

The mission went on longer than expected. Two years and seven months, König has been counting the days; marking off the calendar waiting for the day you finally return. The only sign that you’re alive is the intel that KorTac occasionally gets from you, but it’s been three months since the last message. He is use to a life of solitude, but without you he feels a new level of loneliness.

He walks past your room every day before returning to his own. Your room remains vacant, everything left exactly how you left it. Every night he looks at a photo of you he has tucked under his pillow, gently kissing it hoping you’ll return to him soon.

It was another day of mundane tasks and paper work for König. He sat at his desk with your file pulled up on his screen, your photo attached. He marks off another day from the calendar, another day without you.  Not even intel from you.

Around 12pm, König sits with his mask off, eating his lunch he packed for himself. He wonders where you are and if you’re safe. What if you’ve been captured and murdered or worse, fallen in love and decided to run off with the enemy. Being alone with his own thoughts is torture.

Just then there is a knock at his door. He rolls his eyes and lets out a sigh. He was in the middle of eating. Putting his sandwich down, he picks up a napkin and cleans his mouth before pulling his mask down over his face. Again, a knock.

“Alright, come in.” König says as he straightens himself out. He minimizes your file that he has still pulled up on the computer screen.

The door opens and closes, he looks up to see…you.

König’s jaw drops and he just sits there staring at you for a while, as if he can’t believe that you’re real and standing in front of him. You look just as beautiful as you did the day you left. Nothing has changed other than your hair being longer now, and it suits you.

You stand there quietly waiting for him to say something, do something. He just sits there looking at you in complete shock.

“Hey Kö,” you break the silence as you take a few steps closer.

Hearing the nickname, Kö, makes his heart flutter; only you and his mother have ever called him that. You’re really here. He isn’t hallucinating. It’s you. Quickly he stands to his feet and walks towards you, pulling you into a tight embrace. He takes a deep breath, breathing you in. He’s missed your scent so much these last few years, he had forgotten what you even smelled like. Forgotten just how perfect your warmth feels against his body.

Your arms quickly wrap around him, you’ve been dreaming of this moment for so long. Being away from König was harder than you thought it would be. Especially for almost three years, you weren’t sure if you’d be returning to the same man. Yet here he was. Your König. He waited for you.

König pulls away from the hug and moves his hands to grasp you face and turn your face so you can look into his eyes. His eyes glossy, tears threatening to fall. He doesn’t speak as he just looks at your face, taking in your beauty. He hasn’t seen you in the flesh for so long, it’s like he is seeing you again for the first time. His beautiful love.

Without thinking, König pulls his mask off; revealing his face to you for the first time ever. He leans down and gently presses his lips against yours; slowly out of fear of rejection, yet once your lips touch, you don’t pull back or turn away. You kiss back with even more passion, making König melt inside.  He grips your face a little tighter as he begins to kiss you harder, matching your passion.

Breaking away, he rests his head on yours, tears now falling down both of your faces.

“I was scared I would never see you again.” His voice breaks as he speaks to you.

“I know,” your breathing shutters.

He pulls away slightly as you look up at his face. You take in all of his features that have been hidden all these years of friendship. He’s…beautiful. You’ve thought of what he might be hiding all this time, it’s just scars. They only add to how attractive you see him.

“Kö, I’m in love with you.” The words flow out of your mouth as if it’s word vomit.

Your heart begins to pick up and you swallow hard, waiting for his response. Your hand reaching out to wipe tears away from his eyes as they fall.

“I’m in love with you too, y/n. I always have been.” His voice cracks.

He leans down and his lips meet yours again, his tongue licking your lips as they part to accept him. He lets out a soft moan as he tastes you for the first time. He’s wanted this for a long time, since the day you stayed behind with him after a failed mission. That was the day he fell in love with you.

His hands drop down to your waist as he begins to push up the hem of your shirt, his warm hands caressing your soft skin. You don’t stop him; your body has always craved him. You’re his now, in this moment, and forever. Slowly pulling away from your lips, his eyes drop down your body.

“Is this okay?” He seeks you consent before continuing. His hands continue to caress your waist, moving up slowly.

You nod your head, closing your eyes as his lips come back to meet yours. You continue to make out as his hands move up your body. He begins to pull you shirt up, breaking the kiss to take your shirt fully off. He looks down at your breasts cupped in your bra. He brings you closer to him as he can wrap his arms around you and unhook your bra. You let the bra drop from your body.

König quickly drops to his knees, his lips finding your breasts and kissing all over, his lips grazing over your nipples giving you chills. His hands fumble with the button of your pants as he undoes it. Pulling down your zipper, he looks up at you. His hands wrap around the top of your pants and pull them down with your underwear.

His eyes look at the soft bush between your legs before he kisses your stomach and hips. You lean back against the wall and he lifts one of your legs over his shoulder. Slowly he kisses down your thigh that’s resting on him. He finally begins to kiss the soft hair covering your sacred area. He takes a deep breath, taking in your scent completely. He has always wanted to be graced with the privilege of giving you pleasure, and here he is finally.

He sticks his tongue out and licks from the bottom to the top, his tongue making small circles over your clit. He can’t believe just how sweet you taste. The small moans leaving your lips mixed with the smell of your arousal making his cock rock hard in his cargos. He begins to suck lightly on your clit, flicking his tongue over it as he does. Your legs begin to tremble and jerk.

You look down at him as he eats you out, your fingers gently combing through his blonde hair. You could have never imagined that he would be this good as he begins to focus in on your clit. Legs shaking you moan out, calling his name. You feel a rush, a build up of pleasure.

Knowing that you’re about to cum, König keeps his rhythm. You push his face into your cunt, forcing him to only breathe in your sweet natural musk. His face covered in your arousal; he can’t take it anymore.

He moves your leg off of him gently as he stands up. He begins to quickly undo his belt and take his pants off. He pulls his shirt off, revealing his Greek god like body to you. You just look at him, in awe. The same way he looks at you.

You both stand there looking at each other’s bare bodies. König just can’t get enough of you. He walks closer to you and scoops you up in his arms. He walks to his desk chair with you. He sits slouched in the chair as you sit on his lap, your wet pussy rubbing against his erection. You lean in and kiss his lips as he moans softly feeling a tease of what your warmth will be like.

With no regard for safe sex, you lean forward, reaching down and grabbing his cock to guide it into your pussy. Once the tip squeezes in you both let out a harmonious moan. Your eyes studying his face as he is focused on watching you stretch around his cock.

Your hands on his shoulders for balance, you continue to sit down until König bottoms out inside of you. His hands squeezing the supple flesh of your thighs as he submits to you and lets you take control of your shared pleasure. Your tight cunt squeezing around him, breasts bouncing in his face as you move over him. His muscles flex as he assists you in your movements.

“Oh Scheiße, Maus. You feel so fucking good.” He moans out as his head falls back against the back of the chair; eyes closed. He has never felt this level of pleasure before with another partner. The sound of your wet cunt filling the space between your shared moans and panting.

“Kö,” you whimper out as your hands move to his chest, fingers digging deeply into his skin.

König opens his eyes and looks down at your cunt eagerly trying to milk him. A creamy white ring circling the base of his cock, and he can smell the sex in the air. He can’t hold on anymore. He wraps his arms around your abdomen and holds you close to him while he begins to quickly thrust up into you, his balls slapping against your ass. You begin to moan out loudly, definitely loud enough to be heard from the hallway, but he couldn’t care less.

“I-I’m going to- ah,” König couldn’t even speak as he begins to sweat from his rapid movements. His hands grasping your ass as he begins to roughly push you down on his cock. You can feel him throbbing deep inside of you as he cums. His cheeks turning slightly red from embracement of not lasting longer.

Your lips meet his with desperation as you both kiss. His hands still gripping you tightly as you rest on him, as if you might leave again if he lets go. Breaking the kiss you both look into each other’s eyes. One of his hands leaving your body and moving up to caress your face gently.

“Are you mine?” König sounding so submissive and gentle, a side no one ever sees of him.

“Of course.”

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[jkasperj]

You complete me

Writer’s note: I recently watched Jerry Maguire and I honestly fell in love with the movie and with Jerry ;) anyway, I saw that there were no stories about Jerry Maguire so here’s my attempt. I didn’t change much (if not anything) from the movie, but I promise to do something better the next time.

Warnings ⚠️: none

Jerry Maguire x reader!

Fluff fluff fluff!!!

Enjoy what you read!

You found yourself in a reunion with some friends of your sister. They we having the most boring conversation about how all men suck and they always mess up.

You couldn’t be more bored, but just when you were about to go lock yourself in your bedroom, the door of your house opens and you see your husband Jerry come in with a desperate expression.

You had married Jerry because you thought you’d be happy, you thought you’d make him happy, but after two months, you realized that he didn’t look too happy.

He would come home as late as he could, seemingly trying to avoid you. Maybe he wasn’t so happy after all, maybe you had taken advantage of him and that was why you decided to let him go.

You definitely didn’t expect to see him here tonight at your house with a worried expression.

“Hello? Hello” you heard Jerry say as he entered the house “I’m looking for my wife” he said looking for you in the small crowd of women your sister had invited.

When he finally spotted you, he expected you to ask him to go to a more private place to talk, but when he didn’t see you react, he just said “Okay...okay...okay. If this is where it has to happen, then this is where it has to happen”

He looked you in the eyes and pointed you with his index finger and said firmly “I'm not letting you get rid of me. How about that?”

Your sister and all of her friends looked at him expecting to hear a pathetic speech of a pathetic man just like all their ex husbands.

“This used to be my specialty. You know, I was good in a living room. They'd send me in there, and I'd do it alone. And now I just...” he was getting really nervous. He could feel his hands sweating as you stared as him not knowing what to do.

He looked at you for a quick moment and then just looked down to the floor whispering a silent ‘i don’t know’, indeed not knowing what to say.

Your sister looked disappointed at Jerry and almost embarrassed that her friends were witnessing this.

“But tonight, our little project, our company had a very big night - a very, very big night” he said trying to show happiness and you shyly smiled feeling proud of your accomplishment.

“But it wasn't complete” you looked up wanting to hear what he was going to say next.

“It wasn't nearly close to being in the same vicinity as complete, because I couldn't share it with you”. You raised your eyebrows surprised because you didn’t expect to hear that at all.

“I couldn't hear your voice or laugh about it with you”. At this point all of your sister’s friends were admiring the scene starting to change their minds about your husband; he didn’t sound too pathetic by now

He looked at you with teary eyes and said so silently, almost in a whisper “I miss my - I miss my wife”.

You still looked at him and you couldn’t help it. You just wanted to throw yourself into his arms and hold him as tight as you could, but you let him continue with his speech.

The room was filled with silence and it was starting to feel uncomfortable, until thankfully he started talking again.

“We live in a cynical world, a cynical world, and we work in a business of tough competitors” he looked you deep in the eyes and readjusted his posture and just said “I love you”

“You. Complete. Me”

You already had tears in your eyes. You couldn’t help it, he had won you over again.

“And I just had -“ “Shut up. Just shut up” you interrupted him, having already decided to stay with him forever.

“You had me at hello” you smiled

“You had me at hello”

Jerry just smiled relieved and walked a little too fast to reach you. He rapidly wrapped his strong arms around you and you placed yours around his neck. He held you in the sweetest of ways while stroking your hair gently.

You completed him

And he completed you.

THE END!

This was also made for my wonderful reader @lovemav555 who’s also in love with this man.

Hope you enjoyed!

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[the-traveling-poet]

Hi! I just discovered your page and I’m so in love! You’re an amazing writer <3. I’d like to request something. I’d like to see how everyone would react to finding out that Levi not only got someone pregnant but finding out she’s also black. They can be together or whatever, but that’s the general request! Love you ❤️

Headcannon no. 7

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Post-War Love

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A/N: Thank you so much! I hope I did your vision justice! And I hope you don’t mind I made this in a HC format, but if you do I’ll happily rewrite!

Taglist: @21aurora @deepzombieyouth @braunsbabe

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When Levi first opened the letter from Paradis, sent by Armin inviting himself, Falco, Gabi, and Onionkopun to a reunion of sorts, he froze.

He’d been kept so busy the past three years in Marley. So busy, he hadn’t wrote to his comrades about the personal happenings taking place in his life.

Not that he was one to indulge in personal topics, anyways, but still.

Now with his beautiful Ghana woman on his arm and bearing his child growing in her ever expanding belly, Levi realized just how little he’d let anyone aside from her into his new life.

Just how would they react, seeing this new chapter in their ex-Captain’s life, he thought?

He knew no ill will would come from them. It never had. But chancing to open up to someone other than her, about the one good thing to happen to him after the war?

He was nervous. More so than he’d liked to have admitted.

So he took a day to consider his response to the invitation. He counciled with his soon to be wife about how he should handle this.

But her over eager grin and constant reassurance that she’d love to meet the people he’d spent years living and fighting alongside, his decision was an easy one to make.

He sent a letter back to his young companions, thanking them for the invite and reassuring them all of their attendance to the gathering.

And at the end of the letter, with shaking a shaky hand gripping his pen, he wrote of someone he wanted-

No, needed-

Them to meet. Someone special to him.

Imagine the shock and surprise written on their faces when three days later they watch as Levi guides a very beautiful and very pregnant woman by the arm off the ship am onto their docs.

The grin on her face was so wide and so bright it nearly filled her whole face as she greeted each and every one of Levi’s old friends in turn.

They’d accepted her into the gathering easily, as thought she had been there since day one.

Please the amount of teasing and jokes Connie and Jean would throw an embarrassed Levi’s way at the sight of his woman’s obvious baby bump-

He’s be so proud but so flustered at the same time and just a MESS of emotions.

He’d watch on in contentment as Annie and Mikasa sat at a table with his girl, how tenderly they spoke to her about her pregnancy and what to expect as a first time mother, virtuous of Mikasa’s past experiences.

Annie was quick to offer any tips and tricks she’d seen from Mikasa and others around her to help the woman out, making her grin and laughs alongside their banter.

By the end of the visit, Levi’s left feeling full. Full of hope, of joy, of acceptance.

He realized then; he really did have a family after all. The one he was growing with his Ghana princess in Marley, and the one he’d left in Paradis all those years ago.

They’d always be available for him to come back to, and watching them all now, he knew his new family could forevermore do the very same.

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[poppyswriting]

𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐯𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐬𝐬. (questions and new friends.)

summary: You were all on your own taking your ice cream until you heard some screaming and gunshots at the distance on a beach, who would've told you that being curious would end you up in hell.

Word count: 4.8k and more.

Warnings: Strong lenguaje, sexual topics and graphic violence will be added to the series as it continues, heavy angst, no use of y/n, some of the characters (mostly all them) are not mine! And rampant demon horniness.. Enjoy!!

Notes: this is a completely non-cannon story, English is not my first lenguaje. The end was a little bit tacky I have to admit it, but I hope it’s still enjoyable! I was in a rush so I apologize for it, I’ve been invested in other books too so I hope to get right on track as soon as I’m able to. I already have some of the chapters planned out so the only thing left is write them out. Anyways I hope you guys enjoy the chapter!!

pilot — chapter two(coming soon)

Then, the scene switched to the cashier that attended you and the random imp you saw giving his testimony. “Fucker couldn’t keep his mouth shut…” at this Meredith turned off the tv, looking at you worried and nervous. “Honey, what the hell happened?” You went yo the farms front door, looking down you saw the brand new news paper. Taking it you couldn’t be more shocked to the images.

It was the fucking camera footage?! Oh the second you see that cashier is on sight. Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard some banging in the doors, now your blood ran cold at this.

“Meredith, I’ll go hide on the kitchen. Scream if it’s really really bad.” She nodded going to the door, when she opened it she saw the nervous neighbors who needed to speak to Meredith asap.

They brought Meredith to a reunion, after she calmed your smokes for a bit. You were pissed about the whole situation, but you didn’t tell your pops. He wasn’t good enough to know the level of what was happening right now, and you weren’t planning on to telling him anytime soon.

In the reunion, the neighbors discussed the whole human on the run situation. Meredith promised to keep you in the line, out of sight for the outsiders. And besides they needed to plan more important things right now like the harvest moon festival that was about to come in the span of two days. Joe and Lyn offered Meredith a hand for the whole hiding the human thing, because they just got a new guy to help in the farm. For what they knew his name was Striker and he was hell of a good helping hand.

But the demon didn’t know you, neither did he know about the existence of a human in the neighborhood. But for what he heard, he only knew you were out there hiding among strangers. So Joe and Lyn offered Meredith a hand to help you to hide yourself well, like a pair of clothes not too long to make you hot but enough to cover the most visible things like your skin and face.

….

In another place, there was a white car in front of the drug store that was reported to have seen a human in. It was packed, like really really packed, a long line that went even out of the store doors just to hear the cashiers testimony. Of course, he only agreed to talk if the people buyer something. Which obviously would make a big fat check for him in the next week.

Outside in the car, the man whom was driving it held up his phone to his ear. “You were right sir, it’s packed like a mule.” A chuckle was heard from the other line, “Just like I predicted, that little human brings the attention like a moth to a flame.” The man frowned, with a low sigh he started the car engine.

“So what are we gonna do about this boss?” He asked before taking a last look to the store. Seeing more people coming in and the line getting bigger, you could see any type there. Imps, hellhounds you name it. “Listen, you’re going to fetch me that human. It would be great for the business to have a real life human.”

The man sighed as he touched his temple, “Boss, that humans gonna cost a pretty penny. And besides, we don’t even know where their at.” He said, now driving off to his boss place to discuss this more carefully.

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Back to the Farm, Meredith gave you the new clothes form Joe’s. You didn’t complain of course you knew it was for your safety, but your curiosity perked up “Why are you giving me these? Everyone in the neighborhood knows me” You said, taking the clothes and folding them for the festival’s day.

“Well, there’s a new guy that’s helping in the farm. And some outsiders from imp city are coming to visit, as well as the Goetia Prince. We need to be more careful than ever moon pie.” Oh so that was it, you never saw a Royal before but you surely did hear a lot of em. Gossip runs fast at the neighborhood, so it wasn’t like it was gonna last a secret that long.

“The one who cheated with an imp?” You asked, receiving a nod from Meredith. A soft ‘knew it’ came out of your lips as you saved the clothes in another place. “Wait is pops gonna be there?”

“Yes he is, but he’s just going to be in the bleachers cheering for you with me.” Oh, good he wasn’t going to do much. You didn’t want him to get worse because of the festival, and besides you— wait a minute.. “cheering for me? What for?” You asked, now you haven’t been able to participate in the moon festival because you were fragile. But now, for some reason you assumed that you were going to participate. Scratching that up of course she wouldn’t let you go, right?

“You will be participating this year, I mean, that’s what you wanted right? You told me a few weeks ago.” Your eyes lit up as a big grin plastered in your face, “Yes! Yes, I do!” You said almost instantly making Meredith chuckle, she took your hand and embrace it gently “You’re going to go out there and beat their fucking asses to the ground.” You nodded, both of you bursting out laughing because of this.

And that sure you did, the festival day came in. You were bathed, already had breakfast and was ready to go out and bring a price back home. You were helping out with some of the pigs that were hungry and checking everything out on the farm, then you heard Lyn calling you at the distance. You went over to the fence, “Hi Lyn! What’s up?” You asked with a smile.

“Hi sweetie! Mildred is going to come here in a while, remember the face scar I gave your meemaw? Do you have it on you?” She asked, searching you over herself with her hands as you giggled at her touch. “Yes, yes I have it on here in the pocket. It’s been pretty hot outside these days so I thought of just taking a lil’ brake from it.”

“Well okay honey, remember to keep it always safe. And meanwhile the outsiders are here, remember to not take out that scarf.!” You nodded at her reminder, reassuring you wouldn’t take it off. “Now that that is cleared, why don’t you come with us to welcome them? I mean it has been a long time since you’ve seen anyone other than us.”

She was right, it has been quite a time since the Cashier and Imp incident or the first time you arrived to hell. But who knows? It’s never a bad time to give it another chance. So you told her yes, following her to her house and farm. Which would also be the place closer to where the harvest moon festival was going to take place in.

After some time you got distracted with some bunnies that were hopping here and there. You decided to take some photos of them, probably going to show it to Pops later. But after a while you heard the sound of a car parking in front of the farm entrance. You were quick to put your phone in your pocket and take out the scarf to put it on.

You walked over to Lyn and Joe just to see a young adult woman hugging them, you assumed it was their daughter by the way they were talking to each other. As you arrived she looked at you up and down before asking “Who’s this?”

“Oh sweetie, she’s been here a while now. She’s Meredith’s daughter.” You waved your hand at her as she smiled at you, “Well hi! I’m Millie” You shook her hand, not saying a word yet. You still felt shy about this new people, and honestly you didn’t had much to say.

When she started to introduce her husband, he looked at you weirdly. Not because he haven’t seen you before since the last time he visited but the fact that you were wearing a scarf that hide most of your face. And most with this heat outside? Well that was weird, you noticed this. It got you nervous so you opted by just waving at him too.

Meanwhile they talked and honestly while he embarrassed himself, you doze off. Watching most of the animals around, you didn’t really wanted to dive into conversation. You knew once you started talking you wouldn’t stop, so it was better to stay quiet.

It was going to be like that until you heard a “Hey watch it im the sir here fuck-o.” Well that was weird. That voice sounded quite familiar, making your head snap at the direction the voice came from your eyes grew wide to the familiar features in his face.

Well at hell familiar features, that was the fucking bastard that put you a scene in front of the cashier and made a little race car with you. What the actual fuck was he doing here? Oh just seeing him made your blood boil, you wanted to punch him right on the face. But you were soon stopped as soon as you heard “Oh yeah! Y’all haven’t met my boss blitz and his hell hound!”

Boss?? So he ran a business? Was his business chasing cars cause damn you wouldn’t be surprised if it was. As he talked to the couple, you went ahead and came closer to the area. Now interest peeking through, mostly anger and the fact you wanted to beat up that fucker but yeah curiosity too.

“And who is this?” He asked, extending his hand out for you to grab. “The fuck you wanna know that for.” You spat out like venom, which took the couple and Blitz out of guard. You groaned at him as you took off, the trio looking at you weirdly and Lyn worried you weren’t like this. So why the sudden hustle?

As you where walking you found George sitting on a nearby bench, close to the stable. You knew he loved that stable as he took great pride on it and on the farm itself. With a tired face you sat besides him to look over to what he was looking, it was a pair of horses just eating and walking around. He most of the times seemed to find joy on the little things and that alone was one of the reasons why you loved your pops so much. He always finds a way to make anything better even if it has more lows than highs.

“Whats wrong?” He asked, he always knew when you were down. And your body lenguaje didn’t help much either, “I think, everything.” With a tired huff he holders your hand which made you look to him. “You know you can tell us everything, right?”

“Yeah it’s just, there’s so much going on that I think I don’t know what to do anymore.” You avoided talking about the whole revealing shit that happened in the morning. He was getting weaker and you knew that that would only add salt to the wound, that was the least thing you wanted to do.

“Well, it’s always better if whatever you’re holding to ya just.. let it go.” Now he had your full attention, let it all just go? But how could you do that if that could endanger them, you, everybody? “If life has teachen’ me something is that you can never hold into something once it’s already set and done. You’re just going to hurt yourself more into holding onto a reality that will never be true.” Well that made.. sense.

“Even if it’s fucked up, even if you love it you always are going to have to let things go. Because that’s just how life is, it fucks you up and it’s all about change. You can’t hold into it, you just need to let it be until you find a way to get along with it to improve and make something better.” You looked down to your hands, George already left you hand as you were fidgeting between your fingers. He was right, you’ll just let it be and even find a way to cooperate and keep hidden.

Suddenly, your attention was taken out by the sound of speakers setting. The gathering was already starting, you looked at George who gave you an understanding look. You stood up and you felt a gentle grasp on your hand, “Whatever it is, you can always tell us. We love you pumpkin”

“I love you too pops.” You felt uneasy, you didn’t know how could such good demons ended up in your path and taken care of you. And it gutted you more the fact that the longer they protected you the more in danger they were putting themselves. And you hated it, the couple didn’t deserve it. They didn’t deserve living in fear of getting caught because of you. He loved the both of you a lot and he will do until his last heartbeat, you were sure about that but that made it bitter in your chest.

Walking down the neighborhood you went to the crowd who were already getting set and you were surprised to see the owl on stage. It was, strange. You assumed he was some sort of Royal or Rich guy because of how he talked and what he wore. Nothing wrong with it you didn’t judge but still, it still amused you the way hell worked. Hell, just a few days ago you found out how the rings worked but you were still confused on the whole thing.

You and the owl made eye contact for a brief second before you could cut it completely. Something about him and his aura scared you a little, you weren’t some aura specialist or anything but the energy he wore was kind of.. intimidating.

The host, a guy that you never had seen in your life but seems to appear everywhere you go.. Was calling out the rules and the obstacles that the participants were going to go through along the big owl guy who called out the participants. But you noticed the high pitched and the friendly name that went out of his mouth, calling some “Blitzy” and also following the compliment of sexy. Who was the lucky guy? You thought, but your should almost left your body when you heard a scoff behind you.

“Oh fuck me.” You jumped at the sudden voice behind you, turning around to see again the face of the guy who almost ruined your life. God, why did he had to pull the hoodie off? Couldn’t he just wait until you were on the parking lot alone? That would’ve been way better.

But the demon seemed to notice you as you both made eye contact once again, at this you turned to stand right your back facing him again. Fuck why did he have to be everywhere you went? Was he like a fucking ghost following people around, didn’t he have enough back in the drug store?

“Hey do I know—” The whole crowd heard the sound of a gun go off and everybody started running. You were taken off by this so since it was so sudden you were left behind, but when it finally clicked you took off running. The next few hours were taken over by you making your best into not get caught and also trying to win this race. You had a hard time fighting off the people as one of the obstacles was to fight off the people and win.

Punches, slaps and even kicks were thrown at you and you wouldn’t lie it was hard to fight these people off of you. But it was until you felt a tug on your scarf that almost revealed your face that a rush of adrenaline suddenly reached you. Punching and grabbing people off some of them were severely Injured, but you surprisingly seemed to pull it off. Now, you weren’t dumb you saw how Striker and Blitz were fighting the people off and you weren’t to go get into that. If those people almost pulled your scarf out you didn’t imagine how they would manage. And it wasn’t like “Blitzy” didn’t have already a reputation doing that.

So you did the best thing that you always do. You hid under one of the benches until they both figured off all of the opponents left and each other. Yes it could be considered as cheating, but you saw it as a way of “not getting caught.” It was completely fair and different from cheating.

When you had the chance to get out and mix between the people that was left, you were surprised that it only took a few kicks and punches to beat the ones left. Although you later figured out it was because they were fully exhausted from the whole fighting, which you get it you were exhausted too. But you weren’t going to back off that easily, so the next few games that were left you tried to beat anyone the best you could.

Tug of war? Easy you were out with strong people so you pulled it off. There was another round of fighting each other but surprisingly almost nobody came at you, some people did but just with a few punches and kicks you were able to go. They were all extremely exhausted and you were too, you wanted to get out of there as fast as you could and take a cold nice shower. You knew you couldn’t do that until the event was over, but Lyn and Joe gave you some water so you could keep up. Followed by a “you can do it kid” from Joe, it wasn’t much but it was just enough for you to keep going.

At the end, you and the other two guys left were left up in a tie. Since if you three kept going it would end up later at night, so when you three walked up at stage followed by some complains from Blitz by the owl not saying his name right you just… stood up there, still as a statue because you were extremely uncomfortable. All eyes up to you it all send shivers down your spine since you felt like you were about to get caught for some reason.

When striker decided to sing, you just swapped off and tried to clear your mind in the way over. Everything was just too much and the fact that the guy appeared on the news worried your safety and everybody else’s a lot. You felt like you were going on circles fucking everything up for everyone, like you were just the problem. Why didn’t you just go and fuck off, everybody would be so much better without you anyways-

“Honey are you okay?” You snapped out of your thoughts when you heard Lyn’s voice who was standing now in front of you. She looked at you worriedly, you didn’t want her to worry this much. You didn’t want no one to worry this much, so you tried to brush it off by telling her that you were “just tired” so she didn’t push it.

“Why don’t you go to my house and clear off a bit?” She said, it wasn’t a bad idea you did need time away from everyone and everything so you just nodded to her standing up.

You walked towards Lyn and Joe’s house but you took the quick rout by behind the houses. It was kinda creepy because nobody wondered by those routs but it was the quickest way. But as you were behind the house you heard a bullet going off from inside of the basement. You jumped at the sound and wide eyes as Moxxie stepped out of there, he was talking to someone but then he looked at you.

“What the fuck was that about dude!?” You spat at him you were already pissed since this morning and now this? Fuck tho needed a break, but shut up almost instantly when you saw his eyes go wide. What was he looking at— oh fuck..

Your scarf, your fucking scarf was hanging loose on your neck. You didn’t notice it because there was nobody and you just wanted to get to the house the fastest way possible. And it was hot as fuck, you quickly tried to pull it back into your face but he already saw you. He fucking saw you.

“What- who- How can you be down here?!” He said before pointing his gun out to you. You were going to snap at him but you stopped to analyze the situation, he what at the basements lock which was on because you did saw it before escaping and talking to someone. Something was wrong, really wrong.

You took a look over the basement and saw Millie, she was severely hurt by a bear trap that was at her leg, you looked over to the situation with panic. You didn’t know what to do, and less in situations like this.

“Wait, I’ll come with you.” Moxxie was in a hurry, you noticed since you’ve always been really observant when it came to people. He just nodded and took off with you, and fuck were you right. You arrived to Lyn and Joe’s house before hearing voices up in one of the rooms, Moxxie took advantage of this and sneaked up behind of them to get ahold of the gun that was in the bed while you stayed on the door if anything happened.

“Took you long enough Mox!” You’ve got to be fucking kidding. You were about to say something before Striker almost shot Moxxie, they started to attack each other and it reached a point were striker was pointing at them with the gun. He had yet to recognize your presence… you were just standing there. No! You had to do something.

You grabbed the knife that was on the floor and reached out to Striker, you stabbed him on the arm and he hissed at you. His eyes going wide like plates at the sight of you, wow how you were getting annoyed by that. Out of anger you pushed him far the other demon ran at him and punched him on the face before starting to attack, you grabbed the white gun in your hands and shot nearby him the bull not hitting him but still you and the other two demons cornered the guy.

“I still think it’s embarrassing.” He said, you weren’t sure what was he talking about but you assumed it was something he talked with the other demon because he seemed to flinch a little by his words. “You’re wasting a lot of potential by relying on a weak little-” you shot nearby him again as a warning for him to shut up while Moxxie talked besides you.

You didn’t knew what was going on but you knew he was threat. You jumped when the door went flying open and Loona came in the Lizzard looking guy taking this opportunity to escape, kicking the gun out of Blitz hand and running towards the window. “Maybe you’ll get me next time. And careful with you’re little human friend, ‘m sure she’s gonna bring a lot of trouble to you if you keep her around.. Blitzy.” He said before jumping.

Blitz hurried to the window, looking outside while you shared some rather awkward looks with Moxxie and Loona. You heard a sigh from the window as Blitz put his gun on his pocket. As if it was a sign you tried to move past to the door giving the hellhound a pleading look for her to move. You thought her reaction was going to be like the few you got today but she simply didn’t give a fuck and moved.

“Hey wait- You can’t go just like that!” You heard a voice behind you that made you stop dead in your tracks. God you just wanted to go home, “What?” You said turning around to face the little imp, “well for starters!-” he almost finished his sentence before his boss shushed him, you wouldn’t blame him it was getting pretty fucking annoying and you just wanted to go already.

“Pretty good the stunt that you pulled there.” Blitz said, you smiled a little by his recognition. You could’ve been better, of course you were exhausted after all and that was just a pure moment of adrenaline. “Thanks”

“Say wouldn’t you be down to join I.M.P?” That took you off guard and it seemed that it did too for the other imp, he was about to question it if it wasn’t for you who did it first. “I.M.P?”

“Yeah, a killing biss down there in imp city. We could use an extra hand.” Now, you normally would brush these offers off. Say that you didn’t need it and that you were good just like that, but something inside you told you why not? You needed a job anyways, and maybe you could use it in a future? Have something to rely on before doing the big thing and emancipate from Mildred. Maybe lift some trouble out of her shoulders. “Well, I don’t really need it right now but.. why not? Sure, I could use it. Now I’m not sure if I could do it right away but I can leave it in stand by.”

Blitz smiled at this, as he gave you a little piece of paper that you saved in your pocket. You drew every question Moxxie asked away, you didn’t mean it for it to seem mean you just were fucking wore out. You just needed a good sleep, so you went to your home and took a nice cold shower, put some pajamas and went straight to bed. The harvest moon festival was still going on out but since the race was over you decided to rest for now so you closed your eyes and you were almost instantly knocked out.

…

The next morning after making breakfast for George and Meredith you decided to go out and help Lyn and Joe to get the outsiders set to go to imp city. When you arrived you watched as Lyn gave Millie a lecture, which made you chuckle because it was the same type of lectures she would playfully give you when you were doing something so obviously wrong.

But then, Moxxie stood up for his wife. Telling them how she protected him and how that was more than enough, clearly you thought they were going to pull him off. Telling him he had no business in interrupting the conversation because it was a family thing but they didn’t. They even acknowledge him. That actually did surprise you, so finishing your work and putting some of their stuff on the van you approached to the window of the car to were Blitz was.

“Hey, remember I didn’t shut down you offer. Don’t forget bout’ me if I call.” You said playfully, at that he chuckled giving you an understanding look “Don’t worry toots, it’s not gonna be hard to spot a human face in this hell hole.” You smiled at this before hearing someone call you, you put your hands on your pockets something that you usually did when you felt guilty about something.

“Hey uh.. I’m sorry for the hostility yesterday. Just got lit going on in my mind and you know.” This took him by surprise, but still Blitz managed to shrug it off with a smile. “Hey, don’t put too much mind to that. I did fuck up by pulling the shit I did by the store, so it’s normal.” You nodded, after that he apologized because of that. Which you accepted, it wasn’t like you couldn’t keep hiding and besides you weren’t going on the market no more. It could risk it, you just got to be more careful next time.

When they left, for some reason you felt a little emptiness in your chest. It was weird really, it wasn’t like you weren’t familiar with the feeling but it felt weird feeling it after a while. You tried to brush it off as better as you could by putting your mind somewhere else, doing stuff like feeding pigs, walking the horses and even riding them a little around the farm, looking at the little hell-bunnies as you liked to call them thanks to their weird strength and their signature lava-like lines and black fluff.

You were taking a few pictures of them before you heard your name in the distance. You thought it was your mind playing tricks on you but it wasn’t, you heard your name again back into the woods. Huh, strange. It was getting extremely spooky as it seemed to call out for you, you frowned, you weren’t stupid enough to go in an adventure to the forest to find out what was it so you decided to go inside to your house. “Hey pops, have you seen my-”

A pause, Pops and Meredith were sitting in the couch together. Looking at the door as if they were waiting for you “Care to explain this.”

You were confused with his tone, until you saw the news paper that was on the table. Oh shit.. Your heart was pounding like crazy at the realization, you looked at Meredith who was sending you an apologetic look. “Pops, I- I can explain.” You tried to talk, but you felt a knot starting on your throat.

“No, I don’t want to hear your excuses. You disobey me, us and look what did brought upon us. Upon you.” You were scared, not because he was angry. No, he was as serious as ever and that was what scared you. There was no screaming there was no shouting no nothing, and it freaked you out. “Please pops, it wasn’t my fault..-”

“I told you to not go into public spaces, I told you to be careful I told you that to keep you safe. But this, this is just unacceptable.” His voice started to level up, “Do you know how hard it was to shove away the little news guy that came to our door?” Wait what?

“What news guy?” You frowned as Meredith decided to jump in “There was this guy at our door while the festival was going on. He was asking lots of questions and some of them horribly personal and about you.” Your blood froze, Meredith looked to the floor and George stayed silent. It sank at you in, they already started to search for answers.

But you were shot out of your thoughts when George started coughing, a lot. So much that he couldn’t keep his posture and sat down as his face winced at the pain in his throat, when he looked at his palm his eyes along with Meredith’s went wide at the sight of blood. Meredith in panic rushed to the bathroom in the look of pills asking if he forgot to take any, George started to cough more as a little bit of more blood went to his palm.

Meredith decided to take George and put him in their bed to check on him. You didn’t hear much of what was happening in the room but you noticed they were talking about something that you couldn’t catch. He was getting weaker and weaker by the day because of the stress, she went out to call the Neighborhoods doctors and you were left alone with him in the room. You couldn’t even look at his eyes, guilt went all over your head and a thousand voices telling you it was all your fault. You did it deserve them, they didn’t deserve this. It must’ve been pretty obvious that you were beating yourself up or something since George noticed it and asked you to come closer to him.

“Look honey, things are starting to get tough. And this shit is starting to get hella real really fast, don’t beat yourself up to this. Meredith explained to me the situation and it’s not your fault.” His grip was gentle in your hand, and your eyes couldn’t keep helping you by the way they started to water slowly as he talked. “You just need to be strong, keep a strong heart as you’ve been doing this whole time.” He started coughing again and that worried you as you took his hand in yours and squeezed it a little in a sign of comfort. It killed you seeing him in this state.

Before he could say anything more doctors came rushing into the room and some of them even bumped into you. You didn’t know what to do as you left the grip around George’s hand and left the room to get some air as tears started to form. You went outside and sat on a place a little bit too far from the house, you curled up your legs to your face as you started to cry. Tears rushing madly in your cheeks, following along the lines of “what was I thinking” and “this is all my fault.”

You weren’t sure what was next, really. A lot of images and scenes came into your mind thinking of the worst, you tried to spend the evening alone. Trying to clear your thoughts as Meredith wanted to take care of George the best she could.

In the next few days, you spend your time making it easier for Meredith to do her normal chores and even you taking care of them fully so she didn’t have to lift a finger, the same thing for George. You’ve been like this for a couple of weeks trying your best into repaying for the troubles they had to manage because of you.

Who would’ve told you that that day, that one specific day everything would shatter into pieces. And that the will of George to love the both of you until his last heartbeat, would be finally complete.

#helluva boss #helluva boss x reader #helluva blitzo #helluva x reader #helluva striker #striker #helluva millie #moxxie #helluva boss mammon #helluva boss ozzie #fizzarolli #helluva blitzø #helluva boss asmodeus #Harvest moon festival

[thestobingirlie]

re: that compromise ask (diff anon but heyyy right there with u) i was literally JUST thinking abt smth similar, about how esp in future/reunion fics, it’s always steve crawling on his knees for forgiveness for how he used to be, and eddie like. heaving a big sigh and “going back on his principles” or whatever to forgive steve. and steve like having to prove he’s better now or whatever which like. fine sure yeah steve was a high school bully. he threw slurs around and he definitely objectified women (although come on it’s high school social strata everyone was objectifying everyone, ain’t none of those babies had enough brain cells yet to see other people as people, that’s just being fucking 16) and he was a bitch, not arguing there.

but like 1) he was fully a child, he was literally a teenager, mike is an asshole too and no one is arguing he can’t possibly grow up or be redeemed, or that he needs to repent to earn love? like it’s one thing in canon era fics where they’re all still growing up, but i haaaaate in future fics when steve is a whole grown ass adult man still expected to grovel for the sins of being 17,

and 2) canonically eddie is the judgmental one??? i mean steve literally apologized and made amends on screen but if that’s not enough look at just purely going off the way the kids interact with them! they’re completely comfortable with steve. yeah he rolls his eyes and huffs and complains about their “nerd shit” but he still drives them to dnd nights! he still does that lame ass handshake with dustin! he still listens to all the stuff they ramble about, and you know he does it every time even when we don’t see it on screen, because they’re totally comfortable doing it! no doubt, no question steve will listen and support them, even when he doesn’t understand. dustin comes to scoops knowing without a doubt that steve will drop everything to listen to him talk about camp, and be excited about it! steve doesn’t give a shit about science camp, but dustin does, and that’s enough for him! yeah dustin is excited to talk about suzie, because girls are common ground with steve, but steve doesn’t know he met suzie when he takes his break, he just wants to hear about how dustin’s nerd stuff was going! he doesn’t have to understand or relate, he just wants them to do the stuff that makes them happy, and they know that. they trust him to listen even if he doesn’t get it

but the way mike and dustin were so nervous to ask eddie to postpone hellfire, even after months of knowing him, shows that they don’t trust him to let them have interests outside of his understanding. and they shouldn’t! he’s proven that he veered so hard into “nonconformity” he just reinforced the same social boundaries he claims to hate. everything with eddie is “us v them,” and like! i get it! i think it’s a complicated dichotomy and makes for an interesting character! i’m an eddie stan first and a person second ok listen i love the man. but if anyone needs to beg on their knees for forgiveness for being a dick in high school, it’s the guy who ruined BOTH of lucas’ favorite activities in one fell swoop by projecting his own insecurities and fake social rivalry onto a literal child. (i’m still so mad he managed to force lucas to miss the campaign finale he’d worked so hard for AND made sure that none of his friends or family were there to watch him play basketball all at once i’m never over it. i’m frothing at the mouth. apologize to lucas or meet my blade)

but there’s this trend where people are like “oh man eddie’s such a good person for looking past king steve and loving steve anyway! he’s rehabbing the jock! he’s fixing him!” fuck you. fix your damn self. the duffers’ childish ass hatred of “non nerds” is sooooo pervasive in this fandom it’s so gross.

oh my god, this is just beautiful. i literally couldn’t put it any better.

i wish we had gotten to see eddie repent for what he did to lucas, because honestly, i still hold it against him.

what’s especially funny to me about it is that steve’s sins (in s4) were over two years ago, eddie’s were last week lmao. like, one of them needs to go around apologising and it’s not steve.

but yeah! the kids have an ease around steve that they don’t around eddie. classic example: all the kids go to steve in s3, not even pretending to be polite or actually ask, and just pound on the bell until he comes to let them through the back of scoops to watch a movie. they don’t worry about his reaction. steve could literally get fired doing this, but they know he’s going to do it, and feel so comfortable that he won’t have a bad reaction, that there isn’t any hesitation.

when asking eddie to postpone a game, mike and dustin are shaking in their little boots. they’re flinching and looking away, and trying not to actually ask. those aren’t kids in the presence of someone comforting!! this isn’t a guy they would think deserves steve begging on his knees. if eddie was being a prick about steve’s past for no reason other than to hold some moral superiority over him, the kids would get pissed off.

if anyone is getting rehabilitated in their relationship, it’s eddie, not steve!! because being a jock isn’t inherently bad, and being a nerd isn’t inherently good, no matter what the duffers may be trying to tell you.

#steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #dustin henderson #mike wheeler #lucas sinclair #stranger things #asks #anon

[sylvies-chen]

We really went from Rick suppressing a reaction to being called The Brave Man (104) to him explicitly saying he is not The Brave Man (104) to him questioning beng The Brave Man (105) to him explicitly calling himself The Brave Man (106). 🥹🥹

This is fine, I’m fine. -she said while sobbing 😭

YESSSS THAT GROWTH!!! IT MAKES ME UGLY CRY UGH IT’S SO GOOD😭

that simple moment of rick acknowledging and embracing his own legacy and his old self again was just the perfect moment. truly the only thing that makes me want a season 2 or at the very least to see rick on screen with his family again is to see him be that Brave Man again. because he’s certainly back, but it’s one thing to see him full Rick Grimes mode while taking down the CRM vs. to see him be that while back in Alexandria for the first time in years surrounded by the people he loves. this episode felt like such a fitting conclusion for the series which was primarily about richonne’s reunion and reconciliation as a couple + an escape, but now I selfishly want to see him in full swing with his kids around again! We did get him fully acknowledging his earned title of The Brave Man, but around his kids at first he was also (and very rightly so)… Nervous Man?? he’s obviously a little wary and the parenting dynamics will not establish themselves flawlessly by any means I imagine.

That being said, I just want to see Rick being the man we know and love, so that his kids can see The Brave Man in full swing and we get to see them act as a family unit in full power. Because if we thought richonne was unstoppable— oh honey, their kids make them quite literally a NUCLEAR family. rick’s homecoming was so emotional but also, he BUILT Alexandria. until he’s back there, and until he sees Carol, Maggie, Daryl, Gabriel, etc.— everyone he fought to protect— his homecoming isn’t over. but other than that aspect, his return to his family is utter perfection. he was never going to deny his title of Brave Man once he saw RJ in the flesh. that’s his son and he is going to spend the rest of his life living up to that!! that’s a fact!!

anyways yeah I’m right there with you in being emotional over it. he’s grown so much and healed so much to get to this place where he can be The Brave Man again. LONG LIVE THE GRIMES FAMILY 🥹

#abby.answers #the ones who live #towl #twd towl #twd the ones who live #twd: the ones who live #the walking dead: the ones who live #twd spoilers #towl spoilers #rick grimes #rj grimes #michonne grimes #judith grimes #the grimes family #rick grimes jr

[bidoofenergy]

try to be patient (learning how to live)

It’s Saturday afternoon and there’s no class on Monday and Jimmy is about two miles away from HCU, about to have a very good 3-day weekend. A great weekend even, if his friends and Tango's too would stop assuming they're going to have sex all weekend. They haven't even talked about sex. Not that that's going to cause problems, of course not. sequel to let's ditch the dance floor also on AO3 (3611 words)

Jimmy has his phone to his ear and it’s been ringing for several minutes by the time the door opens. “Finally,” he sighs in relief. “Hey babe,” he says to the person opening the door: Impulse, not his boyfriend, who he’d been expecting.

Without missing a beat, Impulse, who is actually Tango’s roommate, grins widely and replies, “Hi snookums!” Behind him, Skizz, another one of Tango’s roommates pops up to investigate.

In his ear, Jimmy finally hears the sound of his call connecting. “Hi honey,” Tango says in a rush. In the background of the call and also in person, from behind Impulse and Skizz, is the sound of something crashing.

It’s all entirely too much. “Save me,” Jimmy groans and hangs up.

It’s Saturday afternoon and there’s no class on Monday and Jimmy is about two miles away from HCU, about to have a very good 3-day weekend. On Friday, after Joel got of work, he and Jimmy drove the few hours back home, grabbing lunch at the same middle-of-nowhere Mexican place that they always stop at, the one that’s a 20-minute detour, that they first stopped at way back when Jimmy was still nervous about driving on highways.

And then, because it was the start of a 3-day weekend and because Grian had set up a group chat at the start of the semester to demand it, they went to Pearl’s parents’ house to eat pizza and get drunk and celebrate being in the same space again. It was like a high school reunion but better, because it was only people he cared about—Grian and Pearl and Martyn and BigB and Netty—and Joel got to be there too because he was annoying about it.

And then, some time before noon, Jimmy woke up with a wicked headache, chugged a bottle of Gatorade, and drove a couple hours here, stopping only for McDonald’s once he stopped feeling nauseous. Drove here, because Tango had invited him over for the long weekend, promising a quiet place to catch up on homework and Tango’s bed to sleep in and an empty apartment until Monday evening, when he’d have to be back on the road anyway.

Jimmy had hoped Tango’s roommates would’ve already left, but clearly not. “Hi Impulse, hi Skizz,” he greets them, trying very hard not to be embarrassed.

“Aw, I’m not babe anymore?” Impulse laughs, stepping aside to let Jimmy in. Jimmy tries not to hit either of them with his duffel bag—but not very hard.

“So, you’re here for the weekend?” Skizz asks as Jimmy stops awkwardly by their dining table, not sure which room is Tango’s.

“Uh, yeah, sorry, Tango told me you’d be gone for the weekend.” From the farthest room is the sound of more things falling.

“Trying to get our boy on his own, huh?” Impulse nods seriously. Before Jimmy has to reply, Tango tumbles out of his room. He’s wearing boxers and a ratty HCU engineering t-shirt and only one sock. His bleached blond hair is sticking up at ridiculous angles. His whole face lights up when he sees Jimmy.

“Jimmy!” He yells and that’s all the warning Jimmy gets before he has an armful of Tango, short and warm and delighted. He hugs Jimmy so hard they go stumbling backwards into the dining table and then pulls back to grab Jimmy’s face and kiss him, soft despite his excitement, like Jimmy’s mouth is something delicate. Skizz and Impulse boo and gag good-naturedly. Jimmy can’t help but sink into Tango.

Tango pulls away and grins up at him. “Sorry, I started soldering and then I lost track of time and when you called me my phone was under my clean clothes and—stop laughing at me!” Jimmy can’t help it—Tango is so ridiculous and he’s so fond of him. His phone was under a pile of clean clothes because he swears it motivates him to put them away. Judging by his outfit, he probably started whatever project he’s working on right after he woke up and didn’t stop until his phone was ringing from underneath his underwear.

Jimmy tightens his grip around Tango’s waist, pulling him back in so they’re standing flush against each other and Jimmy can tuck his chin over the top of Tango’s head. He closes his eyes and squeezes, delighting in their closeness, the physical contact he gets to have for three days. He stands in the feeling for a moment and Tango hugs him back.

When he opens his eyes, it’s to Impulse and Skizz still jeering them and he can finally see what he missed earlier: their weekend bags, one on top of the other, right by the couch. They were probably leaving when Jimmy rang the doorbell.

Tango, apparently tired of noise, twists out of Jimmy’s arms and starts pushing Impulse and Skizz. “Alright, thank you to the peanut gallery.” He says, shoving their bags at them. “Get out, goodbye, drive safe,” Impulse and Skizz laugh.

“Bye Jimmy!” Impulse calls as he leaves and Jimmy waves.

“Say hi to your parents for me.” Tango tells them both sternly, even as he’s herding them out of their own apartment.

“Don’t have sex on our couch!” Skizz yells as he heads down the stairs.

“No promises!” Tango calls back and slams the door closed. “Okay.” He turns back to Jimmy, who flushes a little under the attention. “What do you want to do first?”

It doesn’t matter what Jimmy wants to do first, because first he has to force Tango to take a shower. He drops his bag on the floor of Tango’s room and pokes around while Tango showers and sings along to happy indie pop music.

Tango’s room has fairly barebone furnishings—a full-sized bed in one corner, a desk in another. A set of flimsy plastic drawers serves as his bed side table, covered in scraps of paper and keys and pens and a single Bluetooth earbud. His walls are well decorated, posters of bands and videogames and flyers of events he’s been to and printouts of circuit boards and wiring diagrams that seem to have started above his desk and slowly taken over the walls from there.

Except, right at eye level if you sit in Tango’s plush desk chair, taped over several overlapping layers of diagrams, is a picture Joel took from inside Grian’s apartment the night they got together: the two of them kissing on Grian’s balcony, Jimmy’s stupid cowboy hat firmly on his head, Tango on his toes to reach him. Jimmy is filled with a sudden burst of affection. He takes a quick picture before spins away to flop onto Tango’s bed. His dramatics sends clothes sliding off the end of the bed to join the pile on the floor. Jimmy ignores them to pull up his group chat with Grian and Joel.

Jimmy: GUYSSS

Jimmy: [image]

Jimmy: he’s so cute omg

Joel: congrats (face vomiting)

Grian: disgusting

Grian: guess you got there fine?

Jimmy winces a little at the dig—he was supposed to tell Grian when he got to Tango’s place.

Jimmy: yeah drive was fine didn’t even throw up [thumbs up emoji]

Joel: not me i threw up in pearl’s parents’ neighbor’s bushes

Jimmy: ewwwww

Grian: ew.

Grian: remember to stay hydrated during your sexathon!!

Jimmy: please never say the word sexathon again

Jimmy tosses his phone somewhere on Tango’s bed and covers his face with his hands. The worst part, the part that makes all the jokes so embarrassing, is they haven’t even talked about sex yet.

To be fair, they haven’t been together an enormous amount of time, not even six months yet. Of course, in College Time that was basically a year, but Jimmy didn’t think the sex-timeline moved at College Time.  They’re basically long distance, constantly carving out weekends to see each other. Winter break was brilliant, when Jimmy squeezed out the chance to stay at Grian’s and be there for his New Year’s party and they kissed at midnight and Jimmy felt like he could see years together.

Then Grian cornered him and asked, with an eyebrow waggle, if Jimmy had any details to overshare and all Jimmy had was a heated make out session they’d had at a different one of Grian’s parties, something drunk and sloppy and giggly. (“Yeah, I saw that Tim.” Grian had said and then, seeing the nervous energy building in Jimmy, asking, “Was he good at least?”)

And it had lingered in the back of Jimmy’s mind since—did he want to have sex? Did Tango want to have sex? Was Tango as worried as him about it? Why was he even so stressed about it?

Jimmy has had sex before; good, fun sex with Scott when they were together and fWhip when they’d had that weird on-and-off RP-bleed thing. But Tango didn’t even talk about sex, even when they talked about queer-awakenings, even when their friends talked about sex, even when he’d laughed as Jimmy waxed lyrical about Captain America over the phone for almost 20 minutes straight.

They don’t talk about sex, but Jimmy’s been thinking about it, especially because the last several weeks Grian and Joel had assumed he and Tango were going to have sex all weekend and had been teasing him accordingly. Jimmy drops his hands off his face and stares up at the textured ceiling. He’d love to stop thinking so much about having sex with Tango.

Of course, that is when Tango emerges from his bathroom, toweling off his hair and already midsentence about a specific shade of blue he’s been meaning to dye his hear and the careful dye-chemistry it’s sure to require. Jimmy props himself up on an elbow to just watch him, not even bothering to try and hide his smile. Tango’s wearing another HCU engineering shirt, thankfully less ratty, and cargo pants and Jimmy’s practically despondent over how he thinks Tango looks good, ridiculously good.

Scott’s going to be so disappointed in my standards now. Jimmy has time to think, half-hysterically, before Tango crosses the room and practically launches himself into Jimmy’s lap.

“Hey,” Tango says, grinning and breathless, and gently pushes Jimmy on the chest so he falls back against the pillows. Automatically, Jimmy’s hands go to Tango’s hips, balancing him.

“Hi,” he replies, equally breathless, desperately hoping it doesn’t come out squeaky. Before he can say anything else, it’s Tango’s mouth on his, far less delicate now they don’t have an audience. One hand is fisted in Jimmy’s shirt, pulling him close while pinning him down, and the other cups his face, carefully stroking across his cheekbone with a thumb.

Jimmy, for his part, goes lax almost immediately, opening up to let Tango lick his mouth. He lets Tango lead the kiss, content to instead run his hands over Tango’s middle, slipping up under his t-shirt to feel as much skin as he can.

Time slips away from him, the way Tango’s mouth slips against his, nothing but the steady push-and-pull of mouths and tongues, nothing but Tango’s warm body being mapped out under his hands. Tango groans into his mouth as he presses against Tango’s lower back, pushing their bodies together, and so Jimmy leaves his hand there and lets his right hand roam, sliding across Tango’s pecs, ghosting over Tango’s stomach until he laughs into Jimmy’s mouth, happy gusts of air that Jimmy eagerly swallows.

It's nothing but Tango, Tango, Tango’s hot-wet mouth against his, Tango’s weight firmly settled over his hips, Tango’s hands steady against him the way they always are, holding him in place. Like Jimmy would ever try to run away from this.

Jimmy pulls his right hand from under Tango’s shirt to the back of Tango’s neck, sliding up to thread into his still-damp hair. Tango sighs into his mouth and, encouraged, Jimmy uses this hand to push a little and angle Tango’s head differently. He’s so focused on the feel of Tango’s hair, on licking soft noises out of Tango’s mouth, he doesn’t notice his other hand slip under the waistband of Tango’s pants.

Doesn’t—until Tango freezes on top of him. Jimmy pulls his hands away immediately, moving one to Tango’s hip, the other to his chest, gently pushing them apart. Tango tries to keep kissing him but Jimmy pulls away. “Hey, hey,” he says gently.

“I’m fine, I’m fine.” Tango insists, which feels a little at odds with how he’s burying his face into Jimmy’s chest.

“It’s okay,” Jimmy reassures. “We can keep it above the waist.” He’d cringe at his word choice, but it’s not about his utter lack of cool. It’s about Tango, who’s still not looking at him, shaking his head against Jimmy’s chest.

“No, no,” he mumbles. “It’s not—I want to—I just—” None of this is clearing things up for Jimmy. He rubs Tango’s back and desperately wishes for something helpful to say. Abruptly, Tango sits up and, looking Jimmy in the eye, says, “I want to have sex with you.”

It’s Jimmy’s turn to freeze, under the intensity of Tango’s unwavering eye contact. “Right now?” he asks, because that’s the only way he can thing to respond.

Tango laughs, soft and fond. “No,” he says and climbs off Jimmy. “I can’t talk about this sitting down.” He shuffles through the things on his desk and slides his wallet into his back pocket when he finds it. He holds out his hand to Jimmy, still lying down, still confused. Of course, Jimmy takes his hand.

It’s a bright, cold afternoon day, the kind that reminds you that spring is on the way. Tango had shoved Jimmy into one of his sweatshirts, one that says “HCU” in big embroidered letters, and now holds his hand as they walk. Jimmy isn’t sure where they’re going, but he can’t bring himself to care. They’re leaving Tango’s apartment complex and heading down the sidewalk, beat up and with plants starting to peak back through the cracks.

They’ve barely gone a few steps away from the building when Tango starts to talk. “I’ve never had sex before.” He says in a rush.

“Oh,” Jimmy wishes he knew what to say to that. It didn’t matter to him, but clearly it did to Tango. Jimmy remembers when he told Scott he was a virgin (exactly like that: “Scott, I’m a virgin.”). Scott had laughed and said he knew and fucked him. But that was him and Scott and he had liked it when Scott laughed at him. That didn’t feel applicable here.

Tango keeps talking, “I want to have sex with you, but I’ve been really in my head about the whole thing. And it definitely doesn’t help that everyone seems to think we already have.”

Jimmy winces. Grian and Joel have been especially obnoxious about things. “Sorry.”

“Not your fault.” Tango says firmly. “I would’ve been in my head about it regardless. I just—” He sighs and shakes his arms out, jerking Jimmy’s arm around too and startling a laugh out of him. Tango smiles distractedly and continues. “You know. I can’t do one thing at a time. And that includes making out. I just get super conscious of my limbs and if what I’m doing is okay or weird. And then I start thinking about the Wikipedia article for kissing. And it sucks ’cause I’m having fun, but—” he cuts himself off with another sigh.

Jimmy nods, taking this in. “Is this why you never move your hands?” he asks and laughs when Tango shrieks, pulling them both to a stop.

“You noticed?” He cries and buries his face into Jimmy’s arm, mumbling something about stupid, smart, pretty boys. Jimmy pats the top of his head, going for reassuring but completely missing because he’s laughing so hard.

Eventually, Tango pulls away and starts walking again. “Anyway,” he says, with an attempt at dignity. “That’s why I froze. I freaked out in my brain.” He tugs on Jimmy’s hand until they make firm eye contact again. “Nothing to do with you.”

“Except for what I did.” Jimmy says, laughing a little.

“Hey, none of that.” Tango insists. “We didn’t talk about this. That’s on me too.” He grins. “You know what Scott says: in a healthy relationship, it’s on all parties to—”

“Oh my god, stop,” Jimmy nearly yells, slapping a hand over Tango’s mouth. Tango laughs from behind Jimmy’s hand, eyes bright and happy, and they keep walking.

It turns out they were going to the grocery store. They cut across the parking a lot on a diagonal; it’s quiet enough it’s not a problem. There’s a sale on avocados that has Tango frowning down at them for a full minute before he picks out 3. They buy Jimmy’s favorite tortilla chips—way too salty—and store-brand frozen cheesy bread that Tango swears will turn out well and a couple bottles of cheap red wine.

“It tastes good.” Tango assures Jimmy as they wait in line for the cashier to check them out. “Barely tastes like win, to be honest.”

“But does it pair with cheesy bread?” Jimmy asks with a laugh. Tango nods mock-seriously.

“And I have a white for the avocados.” He says in his snobbiest voice and Jimmy falls over him laughing.

And then it’s out the store and back to Tango’s apartment, hands still linked. The walk back is more relaxed, without the anxiety of a serious conversation. Jimmy asks about Tango’s senior design project—this year long group project he’s been complaining about more since the start of the spring semester. It turns out on of his teammates hasn’t shown up to class in a few weeks and Tango is, understandably, irate.

“—and after all this!” He yells, swinging the bag he’s carrying so wildly Jimmy is glad he doesn’t have the wine. “I have to see him at our final presentation and pretend I don’t hate their guts! And then again at graduation—” he cuts himself off with an awkward cough and a sideways glance at Jimmy.

They haven’t talked about the fact that Tango is graduating soon and now, seeing his face in the winter-light, Jimmy realizes that Tango has been talking around it, for Jimmy’s sake. Jimmy smiles at Tango and squeezes his hand and hopes his message is clear: it’s okay. They’ll have other carved out weekends to talk about it. Tango smiles and squeezes his hand back and asks him how D&D is going. And then it's stories Joel’s character’s god complex and the love triangle Joey, Katherine, and Shubble are orchestrating and his own misfortunes with the dice and Tango laughs and stares at him lovingly and pulls him up the stairs into his apartment.

Inside, Jimmy tells Tango about the real-life hermit crab Sausage and Joel found and are negotiating a custody arrangement for and Tango listens while he puts the groceries away. The avocados go in a plastic bowl that was once for Halloween candy, with a few bananas and a very wrinkled apple; the wine gets crammed into the vegetable drawer to chill; and the cheesy bread goes into the oven—bare on the rack, which makes Jimmy incredibly nervous.

“It’s fine.” Tango insists. He crowds up against Jimmy, backing him up against the counter, and kisses him fiercely.

It’s like somethings been unlocked. Jimmy had fun kissing Tango, before, but now it’s like Tango has loosened some kind of restraint. It’s a hot, wet mouth against his, biting and licking and insistent, and Tango’s warm hands sliding under his shirt to smooth across his stomach and sides, making him laugh breathily. It’s fierce, unwavering attention on him and all Jimmy can do is cling, feeling like Tango’s knocked the breath out of him all over again.

If Jimmy had enough brain cells firing, he’d feel bad about how restrained Tango has been, clear in hindsight. But all he can think is “Yes,” and all he can do is slip his hand back into Tango’s hair and hold on.

9 to 11 minutes later, the oven beeps and Tango pulls away with one last, lingering kiss, before he casually starts fussing over the cheesy bread, putting it on a cutting board and rummaging around for a knife, while Jimmy leans against the counter and tries to catch his breath.

Tango shoots him a grin over his shoulder, looking far to pleased with himself, and says, “Get the wine out, will you?”

“I hate you.” Jimmy replies with only affection in his voice and Tango’s smile only brightens.

They eat on Tango’s bed, cutting board and plastic cups full of wine balanced precariously, and Tango pulls up some 80s teenage comedy on his laptop. He knows all the words and, when Jimmy slumps against him, full and pleasantly buzzed and sleepy, he can feel the rumble of Tango’s chest as he speaks with the actors.

When he wakes up, Tango will probably be hunched his desk again, this time in boxers and one of Jimmy’s t-shirts, and Jimmy will have to pry him away. They’ll make something for breakfast and eat on the couch so Jimmy can stay right next to Tango, pressing their bodies together. He wants to take a nap on the couch with Tango on top of him. He wants to take a shower so he can feel the water pressure Tango’s always complaining about. He wants Tango to explain the newest version of Decked Out to him, patient when the rules get so convoluted his head starts to swim. He wants to, he wants to, he gets to.

He gets to.

#HAPPY ONE YEAR LDDF #anyway yall shoudl uh really look at the ao3 tags for this #trafficshipping #solidaritek #life series #traffic series #double life #jimmy solidarity #solidarity gaming #tangotek #team rancher #my fic #lddf-verse

[basilcatchup]

Hai I love selkie au....does Juliana getto know Abt selkie Kieran after burning his pelt?? .. )':

Nooo :) I’ll tell ya how they all find out tho!

I’m gonna have to get my notes app out for this, prepare for a lot of info!

So, after Kiki looses the champion battle, in his eyes, he’s lost everything, so he decides to take his half burned pelt and go back to the sea. He leaves his door unlocked to make sure his Pokemon can leave when they want,and yeah. He literally just drops of the face of the earth for a month

The terapagos thing happens without him,

(drayton goes down to area zero instead of him)

And for the first few days of him being gone, nobody really questions it because ya know, maybe he just needs some time to cool off. Until carmine starts to get worried, and goes to his dorm to find the the door unlocked only to find he’s not there and hasn’t been for a while now. And she also finds a note left behind by Kieran, the note says:

“don’t come looking for me,take care of my Pokemon, I’m not coming back”

One once Carmine tells everyone about the note,

They are basically like:

“well. What the hell do we do now?”

Even drayton is kinda shocked, because everyone knows how much Kiki loves his mons, he would never just leave them behind. Plus, You need a sea plane to get out of the Academy so they have no idea when he could have went. He couldn’t have just dived into the sea..? Right?

And uhh.. Carmine is absolutely distraught, she feels horrible,like she could have prevented it if she was “better.”

Juliana committed herself to looking for him as well.

Anyway eventually, Kierans decides to visit blueberry because he’s feeling better (and because he’s misses his friends) kieran decides to go to the club room because it’s night (and definitely not just dark outside) and no one is going to be there probably.

unannounced to him tho the bb league (+Carmine) had started meeting there for ‘study meetings’ (they are not studying, they are literally just screwing around) yea, Kieran walks in on them and when he realizes that his friends are there Kieran freezes up, he’s really happy to see his friends but ya know he wasn’t exactly mentally stable last time he saw em’ and he’s also wearing his pelt,

(excuse me here I’m not very good at writing reunions, this may drag on a bit)

Carmine lunges at him and hugs him,yelling at him about where the hell he’s been, and then everyone collectively realizes that he’s sopping wet and wearing an animal skin,(Pokémon skin??) Juliana pointing out that “isn’t that the seal skin we tried to burn?” Kieran gets nervous at this and try’s to hide in his pelt,drayton trying to lighten the mood is basically like “what are you some sort of Seal?” Kieran just says “yeah…” “mom was one so..”

The whole league club does a double take at that, Amarys probably saying something like “Kieran are you okay?” Kierans then rushes through another explanation of selkies and other stuff and then says “I uh, get it if you don’ want me here anymore..” and then he gets a hug from Juliana, and some and some match tea from Carmine:)

(I would go into more detail, but uhh I get nervous about my writing, plus I wanna leave this atleast a little open for interpretation-)

Tid bit time!

. I like the idea that selkies can regrow their pelt if they go back to the sea (only if the pelt is still wearable to an extent tho!)

. kiki would probably wear his pelt a lot after they found out probably over his uniform and with his hood down :)

. kieran has gathered a gnarly sea glass collection over the month, like he has all the coolest shiny rocks and glass you will ever see lmao-

#rival kieran #pokemon kieran #kieran pokemon #trainer kieran #champion kieran #kieran #Selkie Kieran #yet another essay lmao- hope you enjoy! #I hope I didn’t make any spelling mistakes lmao #selkiki

[itsallyscorner]

࿔*:･ﾟTwo in One | H.S

↝ pairing: Harry Styles x actress!reader

↝ summary: Harry finds Marvel interviews hard to do, luckily for him, you’re there to help.

↝ warnings: some cussing obvi. This was longer than expected whoops

↝ a/n: still struggling with trying to write so I decided to clash two of my favorite things in the world to help my creativity flow :) anyway I’m a whore for co-star fics oop🤪

“Right, so you’re paired up with Harry the entire tour. You okay with that?” Tasha, your publicist, informed you. You and the rest of your team had just arrived at the hotel where all the interviews for today’s press junket would be held.

At the moment you were in LA promoting the latest installment of the Eternals series. The last couple of months have been surprisingly enjoyable for you and your career. While you were a talented and well known actress around the world, you were famously known for the character you play in the Marvel Cinematic Universe. You’ve been part of the MCU family for a couple of years now;your first appearance being Captain America: Civil War and your latest one being in the Eternals sequel.

You were excited to be part of the Eternals crew, however, you still missed your Avengers family. Despite your character being around the longest in the cast, you were still the newbie amongst the actors. Everyone knew each other from the previous film so it was like a reunion for the lot of them. You were nervous to meet everyone, but the first table read you all had proved you had nothing to be anxious about. Immediately they made you feel welcome and it honestly felt like you knew them for ages. Though out of everyone, the one person who made you the most comfortable would have to be Harry.

He might’ve been shy at first but that didn’t hide the fact that he was an absolute sweetheart who was genuinely interested in getting to know you. He was intrigued by you—your personality, your journey as an actress—everything about you was just so interesting to him. While there was a hint of flirting and typical banter between you both, you guys were friends;close friends to be specific. Did you find him attractive? Yes, of course you did who wouldn’t? And yeah, there is definitely chemistry between the two of you, though you chose to not act on your feelings.

1. Harry was dating Olivia Wilde and you really didn’t need to be in the center of a cheating rumor

2. You weren’t too comfortable with the whole “dating co-stars while working on set” kind of thing.

Besides having a crush on him, you were okay admiring him from afar and supporting him as a friend. Even when filming wrapped up, you both remained in contact with each other, no matter what time zone or country you were both in.

Adjusting the black sunglasses that rested on the bridge of your nose you turn to Tasha, “Course I’m okay with that! More than happy actually, I’m more comfortable with him than everyone else here.” You admit to her as security guards guide you towards the elevators of the hotel.

Tasha peers at you from behind her coffee cup, “You two get along well.” She comments, though there was a hint of something behind her tone. Your brows slightly crease, turning to look at her, you find a cheeky smirk on her face.

You and your team, along with the security guards enter the elevator. One of the guards pressed a button and the elevators slide shut. You noticed your heart skipping a beat as the floors of the elevator increased. The higher you went the faster your heart seemed to beat out your chest. At first you thought it was nerves, but it wasn’t, it was the brunette haired boy waiting for you in a hotel room a few floors above you. However, you pushed down the feeling, not wanting to get caught up in your little crush for him throughout the entire press tour.

“Stop it.” You mumble towards Tasha, the smirk still evident on her features. While she was your publicist, the two of you managed to form a beautiful friendship over the past 6 to 8 years you’ve known each other. She was one of you best friends at this point.

The tall blonde shrugged, “I’m just saying, he’s newly single and I’m sure he wouldn’t mind you making a few moves here and there.” She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her engagement ring flashing against the harsh elevator lights. The elevator dings and everyone slowly files out.

“That’s exactly why I shouldn’t say anything about my feelings. He’s freshly single, might I emphasize, I’m sure he’d want to explore the freedom of being single again.” You explain, linking your arms with Tasha’s. “Plus, it’s a crush, it’s not like I’m in love with him or something.”

Tasha rolled her eyes at your stubbornness.

“I understand Y/n. But there’s literally no denying that there’s something between you two. Whether you’d like to explore that or not is totally up to you, though as someone who’s quite familiar with the situation, I’d say you just go for it.” She advised while the two of you walked down the hall looking for the room with your and Harry’s name outside of it. You smile as you pass some interviewers already waiting outside the rooms, offering a little “hi” or “hello”.

When you spot Harry’s name on the door you stop in your tracks and turn to Tasha.

“Thank you Tash for the advice, really. But right now I just need to avoid thinking of that and just focus on the interviews. You know how overwhelmed I can get and the fact that he’s gonna be there the entire time doesn’t really help.” You reason with her. You appreciated her advice, although you seriously couldn’t be hyper focused on your crush on Harry. Maybe it was the fact that you were seeing him again for the first time that made you so giddy and lowkey obsessed with him. Whatever it was, you didn’t want to focus on it.

“Understood.” Tasha nodded. She peaked into the room where Harry and the camera crew was setting up. “Alright, you all good to go in? How’re you feeling?” She checked up on you.

“I’m good.” You confirmed. Tasha walked into the room, you trailing behind her. It was the typical setup: a backdrop with the film’s title plastered on it, a few chairs, and a camera crew. Tasha greeted Jeff, Harry’s manager, the two sharing a friendly hug. You greeted him as well before walking further into the room.

Already sat in the director’s chair with his name behind it was Harry. He was on his phone, mindlessly scrolling with his brows scrunched together, almost slouching in the chair. The increase in volume kn the room caught his attention, causing him to look up from his phone.

You eyes widen when his instantly connect with yours. His face brightens, eyebrows raising and a smile that squeezed into his cheeks.

“Hey you!” He excitedly greets you, hopping out of the chair with his arms wide open for you. Your own lips form into its own sweet smile as you find yourself being engulfed by Harry’s arms.

“Hello to you too!” You laugh into his shoulder, your arms wrapping around his waist. He leans back to look properly at you, though his arms remained around your figure.

“You’re late.” He teased you, a glint of playfulness in his green eyes. Your mouth gaped dramatically, leaning further away from him.

“Am not! I’m actually on time—“ you cut yourself off to look over your shoulder at Tasha. “Tash, we’re on time aren’t we?”

You feel Harry chuckle at your banter, eager to prove him wrong. The blonde smirks at you, “Thirty minutes ahead schedule.”

“Told you.” Harry rolls his eyes at you before bringing you back into his chest. Sure, you were friends, but when it came to showing affection, you and Harry were very touchy and “huggy” people.

“It’s been so long since we’ve seen each other, I’ve missed ya.” He looked down at you, eyeing your outfit for the day. “You look gorgeous by the way, love.”

A light blush forms on your cheeks, “Thank you, H. You don’t look too bad yourself.” You say, patting the lapels of his blazer. His outfit was fashionably casual yet comfy all at the same time. It made him look very soft and cuddly. Plus that stand of hair that curled against his forehead was very attractive—simple yet very effective.

He thanks you, leading you towards your chairs with his arm around you. He gives you a hand to hop onto the director’s chair before sitting in his own.

You lean you elbow on the arm rest and place your chin in your palm, “So, first interview for the movie, you nervous?”

He copies your stance, shifting closer to you, so the conversation was only between you both.

“Y’know what? Yes, actually I am.” He admits with a breath.

“Really?”

“Yeh, I mean it’s a bit different from other movies I’ve promoted. I’ve never been so self conscious about accidentally spoiling something.” He spoke, using his hands to emphasize his point. “Marvel’s bloody secretive, I feel like m’head’s bout to be chopped off or something if I let something slip.”

You let out the laugh at his comment, “I mean you’re not Tom Holland or Mark Ruffalo, so you’ll be fine.” You said, nudging his shoulder with yours.

Shaking his head he stares at you, “I don’t know how y’do it, I’m shitting m’pants right now.” The corner of his lip raises to cover up his nerves. He was joking for the most part, although Harry was genuinely worried about sharing too much about the movie or his character. The movie was a big deal to him since it was a different experience to the previous movies he’s been in. Marvel movies had more action to them and it was an honor to be part of the wide-ranging world of the MCU.

Harry was more than happy to be coupled up with you for the entire press tour. Besides the fact that’s he’s been having a budding crush on you, the two of you got along great and we’re very comfortable with each other’s presence. You bounced off each other effortlessly and there was a natural connection between you both—at least that’s what Harry believes.

“Oh, please! You’re going to be fine, Harry. I’m sure these interviews will feel like a breeze once you get through the first one.” You assure him, placing a hand on his arm. “Plus, I’m gonna be right next to you if you need help. You’ve got nothing to worry about.” You grin, the dimples in your cheeks going unnoticed by Harry. He had an urge to poke them, not in a menacing or teasing kind of way, but in a “oh you’re so cute, I adore you” type of way.

Harry hums into his palm gazing staring at you, “Guess you’ll be my good luck charm then, huh?”

“Sure, though I can’t guarantee how much luck I’ll be for you.” You snort, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I mean you’ve already got the charm, think we’re already halfway there, darling.” He shamelessly flirted. A boost of confidence shot through him when he saw you attempt to hide the smile behind your hand.

“Shut it.” You muttered, feeling a bit flustered at his comment. You’re so pathetically down bad for this man that a simple bloody pickup line was enough to have you blushing like a teenager, you thought to yourself. Gosh, you wanted to ram yourself into a wall headfirst.

Harry huffed, gently pulling your hand from your face, “Oi, don’t get all shy on me. I don’t need ya ignoring me the entire day.”

You placed your hand down to glare at him, “That was one time.”

“Y’still didn’t talk to me the entire day.” Harry rebutted, tilting his head at you. Happy that he could finally see your face again, he rested his head on your shoulder. The room was full of murmurs from different people. The film crew was double checking all the equipment and lighting before interviews began, while Tasha and Jeff were having a run down on today’s schedule.

Everything around you and Harry was loud and borderline chaotic. Yet the two of you sat in comfortable silence. Since you’ve arrived Harry’s nerves had calmed down. His palms weren’t moist and his heart wasn’t pounding as hard against his chest anymore.

“Y’know I actually did miss you.” Harry spoke, shifting to look up at you.

“I missed you too. I always see videos and pictures of you on tour, looks like so much fun.” You hum. Harry lifts his head off you, “Oh, y’keeping tabs on me now?” He smirked, earning him a swat on the chest to which he feigned hurt at.

“You wish.” You scoffed jokingly.

“You should come to one of the shows one day. I know a guy who can get me tickets.” He offered, the corners of his eyes crinkling at his own joke.

“Oh really?” You play along. Harry nodded seriously, “Yeh, he works for the guy who sings and all that. I heard he’s a right dick though.”

“Your friend’s not wrong.” You claim causing Harry to gasp at you in offense. The banter was cut short when Tasha and Jeff approached you two, signing that it was time for the interviews to start.

*clip 1 🎬*

“So Harry, how was it like to work with someone who’s been in the Marvel business for a while now?” Claire, an interviewer asked. “Did you ask her for any advice? Have you learned anything from her—what was that like?” Harry took a sip from his Starbucks cup and hummed.

Harry turned his head to look at Y/n with the corner of his mouth quirked up.

“She was horrible.” The camera panned to Y/n who’s mouth was in an “o” shape. Before she can speak, Harry placed a hand on her knee and began sputtering apologies through his laughter.

“He’s quite the comedian.” Y/n sarcastically remarks while Harry is pulling her into his side. Claire giggles at the two’s antics.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding!” Harry started. His arm remained around Y/n’s shoulders. “Y/n’s the opposite of horrible. She’s been such a help since day one and she’s been helping me today during these interviews. Uhm, I’m very appreciative of her actually—because she’s been patient with me and the ridiculous amount of questions I have. She’s been a kind of guide for me while we were filming this movie and I couldn’t have gotten through it without her.” He finished with a shy shrug.

“That was sweet.” Y/n cooed at Harry, who only blushed in response.

“Was it?”

“Yeah.” She nodded.

“Well I meant it.”

*clip 2 🎬*

“I know you guys can’t say much about the movie, but can one of you try to give the audience an idea of what goes down in this film?” Josh another interviewer asked.

Y/n hummed to herself in thought.

“Y’know I’ve been dreading that question.” Harry mentioned wiggling his pointer finger at the interviewer. Y/n snorted to herself and jokingly pushed Harry to lean back into his seat.

“I’ll take it.”

Harry looks up at the ceiling and said, “Oh, thank God.”

Josh laughed at Harry, “You’re not willing to risk spoiling it, huh?”

Harry shook his head, “Are y’kidding me? I’ve been on the edge of m’seat the entire time.”

“Have the people at Marvel given you the talk about spoiling the movies?” Josh asked.

“Yeh, they’re very strict about what we’re allowed to say and not say about the film.” Harry pointed behind him, “Actually a few minutes before we started, they had to pull me aside and remind me that I can’t say this or that about the film.”

An amused expression was on Y/n’s features, “Did they actually?”

Harry looked at her seriously, “Yeah! Wait—you didn’t get one?”

“Nope.” Y/n answered causing Harry to slump into his seat with his arms crossed. Josh and Y/n laughed at the man.

“Hey man, Y/n doesn’t need it, she’s a trained professional.” Josh said in the actress’s defense.

“Y/n, how has Harry been in the spoiling department? Has he let anything slip or almost slip?”

“He’s been doing well. Thankfully, he hasn’t let anything slip out yet, but that’s only cause he makes me answer all the hard questions.” Y/n replied, making quotation marks with her hands when she said the word hard.

Harry raised his hand like a child in primary school.

“I’d like to point out that I just helped us avoid answering the question about the movie by changing the subject.” He stated proudly earning himself a high five from his lovely co-star.

*clip 3 🎬*

“So Harry, we got to meet Eros towards the end of the first Eternals movie. What can the audience expect from him in this sequel?” Silence filled the room as Harry stared at the interviewer with a blank expression.

“Uh—hmm—what can we expect from Eros?” Harry mumbled to himself, looking everywhere but the interviewer.

“Mmm, uh, I-I don’t know.” He tried to answer with a sheepish grin on his lips. Harry fully turned his body to look at Y/n and leaned down to whisper in her ear.

“I need help.” He whispered, though the mic picked it up. Y/n began to whisper in his ear with her hands covering her mouth. Harry’s mouth gaped as if he were going to speak.

“Uh, we get to learn more about him as a character and what he means to the story of the film.” He recited almost childlike.

“What are some things will we learn about Eros in this film—that you can tell us, of course?” The interviewer continued to question, enjoying the interaction between Harry and Y/n.

Harry’s eyes widened as he sheepishly leaned back down to Y/n. She giggled to herself and began whispering in his ear again. Harry’s eyes furrowed before looking at Y/n in confusion.

“Am I allowed to say that?” He asked her.

“Yeah, they mentioned it at the end of the movie.” She explained.

“When?” His tone growing more confused and concerned that he wasn’t aware of the information about his character. Harry scratched his temple with the hand that rested behind Y/n’s chair and placed his hand back where it was.

“When Eros literally entered the scene.” Y/n clarified. Harry awkwardly smiled at the interviewer and sat back into his seat.

“If I get in trouble I’m blaming you.” Harry warned her.

Y/n rolled her eyes at him, “They all know Thanos and Eros are brothers, Harold.” She looks at the interviewer, “Right?”

The interview nodded in confirmation, “Yes ma’am.”

“Well alright then, anyway—.” Harry continued

*clip 4🎬*

“I think I’m not the only one who notices the lovely friendship between you two, you guys are adorable.” The next interviewer, Ana, pointed out.

Harry nudged Y/n cheekily, “Oh, stop it.”

“But you guys really are!” Ana exclaimed at the the two. Harry threw his arm around Y/n and pressed their cheeks together.

“We’re cute aren’t we?”

“We just can’t resist each other, we must be together all the time.” Y/n said, going along with Harry. She grasped his arms around her and squeezed it.

“At all costs. We’re practically attached at the hip.”

Ana laughed at the two actors, “I don’t doubt that.”

*clip 5🎬*

“How was it like working with each other? You guys seem like very great friends so I’m assuming all was well?” Another interviewer, Ben questioned the two.

Harry was seen stretching down in his seat to grab Y/n’s coffee, who was seconds earlier, struggling to pick up her coffee from the floor. He hands her the cup while she thanks him quietly.

“I guess I’ll start, Y/n’s been helping me answer questions all day.” Harry began. Y/n chuckled at him and continued to sip on her straw.

“We really do get on well, Y/n and I. I enjoyed working with everyone in the cast, but I honestly had the best time with her. Y’know, I don’t think I’ve ever admitted this, but I’m a huge fan of her and her work. It was a huge honor to work with someone who’s insanely talented. She puts so much passion in her work and working alongside her is something I’d like to do again. She’s the sweetest and most caring person I’ve ever met and she never fails to make me laugh, I truly adore her.” Harry admiringly answered, fiddling with the rings that wrapped around his long fingers.

“Harry.” Y/n cooed at him, her heart warming at his little speech. Her hand smoothed his back, lightly brushing past his brunette hair.

Harry sniffed and jokingly wiped an invisible tear from his eye, “Gosh, I’m sorry.” Causing Y/n and Ben to laugh.

“Y/n? How about you?”

Y/n smiled to herself, “I mean he’s amazing. Like he said, we got really close to each other on set and we’ve became the best of friends. It was a joy to work beside him, he brought so much energy to set and was an all around sweetheart. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love him, he’s someone you want to always be around and have in your life. It made me really happy and proud to see him on the big screen because he’s so talented and I wish to see him in more films in the future.” She answered beaming at Harry with a glint in her eyes.

Harry rested his chin in his palm and stared at Y/n with the same look in his eyes, “We should just become a two in one deal and film all our movies with each other.”

“That’s not a bad idea, Styles.” Y/n acknowledged.

“It’s a good idea innit?” Harry looks behind the camera and waves his hand, “Get on that, Jeffery!”

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[bomber-grl]

Shun Kaidou Dating hc! ❤︎₊ ⊹

Pairing(s): Shun Kaidou x Gn!Reader

The two of you got together after some quality time with the group

No not actually-

Knowing Kaidou he was probably obsessed with you when you go along with his dark reunion thing

Especially if you’re really good looking, then you’ve got him crushing all over for you

It was only when you got dragged along with the group (probably by teruhashi and her crush on Saiki) that Kaidou started paying more attention to you

And ofc along with that, his crush was so obvious

He’d be blushing up a storm if you were to smile or so much as look at him and speak to him

And if you brushed up against him? Explosion

I know I’m making him sound like some sort of incel whose never spoken to a women but let’s look back at how he reacted to teruhashi

Now you can’t rlly deny

Anyway, if you have a crush on him Kaidou is in denial

He’s so oblivious and unless someone else (probably Nendo and his direct ass or Saiki in an attempt to finally get you guys together) finally tells him then he’s denying it

But anyone can tell he really likes that they think you like him and is simultaneously blushing

So let’s get to the actual confession

Kaidou would NOT confess first

He’s too nervous and self aware to do that so you’d have to be the one

If anything the two of you were probably playing around with each other

Flirting but in a away that was indirect and not clear if you wanted something with him

It was until you were at that trip Okinawa

It was probably when you and the group decided to go see the fireworks before you all left

(Not included in anime obviously)

Well while the two of you are out there the rest of them happen to separate from you two and you’re left alone

You two are obviously confused and wander the streets until the fireworks set off

You’re so entranced by them and then you decide the it’s time for some strange reason

You try your best to yell it to him over the noise and once you’re beginning to think he didn’t hear you’re strongly corrected

His face is blushed to the nines and his face is shocked

He doesn’t know what to do but when you ask if he’d date you and does the stupid thing of asking if you were talking to him

🧍‍♀️he mentally cusses himself out but the moment isn’t lost when you bring his attention back to you and through immense humiliation manages to mutter out a yes to your proposal

From then on Kaidou and your relationship doesn’t change all that much in your eyes

But little things make it much more obvious

Things like when you walk to school

Usually Saiki would be bothered with Kaidou and Nendo on the way to school but when Kaidou sees you he immediately goes after you like a lost puppy

He immediately clings to you and when you see a stray dog or something he pretends to protect you with the power of jet black wings

Which might I add, Saiki with never understand but as long as you keep him away from him

Anyway, the two of you usually hold hands

Of course Kaidou has to face away from you or else he’d explode but it’s still nice

Plus he has to remove his hand from yours to clean it because of how sweaty it gets 😭

Eventually everyone knows you two as the sappy couple

I mean you practically dote on whatever Kaidou does and always gifting him stuff like he’s your bb girl

And what does he do? He acts all shy about it but lets you do it

Some people think your cute but you���re probably that one “weeb” couple in those middle schools 😭

Ok ok so eventually Kaidou brings you over to his house to see him mom

Unless you’ve got straight A’s, have plans for your future, and dress appropriately then you ain’t getting his moms approval 😭

And if you have all these things? She adores you

Really, she does

I mean she was initially scared you’d be a distraction for Kaidou but after she sees you two studying all the time (mostly study sessions disguised as dates) only then does she approve wholeheartedly

She’s always coming to Kaidous room with cookies or fruit or any snacks really

And Kaidou is constantly trying to whoosh her away and she strikes back with teasing words about your relationship

Whether you indulge or not is up to you, however if you do then just know Kaidou is absolutely crisped by the end of it and needs some time to recharge

The same can be said when you two first kiss

It’s probably sudden and out of nowhere

If anything it’s probs when you’re at his house or probably at a restaurant with the friend group

Either way the friend group goes to get something to order/eat for you all and you and Kaidou get into a more personal discussion

You’re teasing him and he’s pretty receptive and it’s only when you tease and mention kissing him does he freak out because he’s never kissed anyone

You lunge and ask if he wants to before actually doing it

Once he meekly nods his head you decide to do so

You don’t really remember what he was trying to say since he seems to be panickly motioning to the people who you call your friends that are returning

but you quickly pecked him on the mouth and backed up when the group finally came back to your table

Most affection shown to him is reciprocated

Albeit he’s stiff and awkward

But still pretty cute

I mean he’s not used to it but he shows his affection in small ways

Like by buying you things at the vending machines at school to stuff at the store

It’s his first relationship and yet he does better than most guys 🥱

The majority of your relationship is just cute Kaidou being shy and only ever not when he’s jet black wings

He swears he’s protecting you but really you can tell when he’s scared

Especially when y’all are out and he’s all jumpy 😭

Either way it’s nice being with Kaidou, he’s sweet

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[aleksa-sims]

RL Story

CW: addiction, pregnancy

After we had a nice day at the pool, N.’s Mom later came home to see me. I was so nervous!! As if this was our first meeting.🤦‍♀️But no, this was not our first meeting just a reunion.

Anyway. Nico and I went down to the living room to wait for her. As soon as we heard the front door, I panicked! I was afraid his Mom will talk to me about the past. Philip & Nico, you know? However, N's Mom was nice to me, as she saw me there in her livingroom with Nico. She seemed surprised, but she guessed that Nico and I met again. She hugged me and told me I looked very pretty. I immediately felt welcome & a bit better. I was about to have some small talk with her, but N.’s Mom didn’t hesitate long. She changed the topic to my pregnancy...

N.'s Mom: Congratulations! I’m happy for you two.... When are you due?

Me: Do I look so fat, or-?... But well, 18 January is the exact due date. So, don't worry, we still have another five months ahead of us. 😳😬

N.'s Mom: You look stunning! Honestly. You're glowing like... the brightest star. It’s nice to see how happy you are. Do your parents know?

Me: Yes. N and I told my Mom, and she told my.... Dad.🤨

N.'s Mom: Wow, that’s good news! Your Dad knows and my son’s still alive. 😬🤷‍♀️That's.... good.

Me: Yea, really ... good. He-he😬 ....

Nico: All right, Ma! Now that you know... we're off!

N.'s Mom: No, no. Hold on! Wait a minute! I still have some questions for you two!... Let's sit down and talk, guys.

Nico: Come on, we don’t have time for this shit! I mean, what else is there to discuss? She’s pregnant, the baby’s coming in January, you and her parents know, we’re back together, I love her and that won’t change. That's all you have to know.

N.'s Mom: Uhm... no! Where are you two going to live? What about soccer? Should I take care of Aleksa again, while you’re abroad?... And what about Stephanie? She moved back into your apartment, N.!! 🤷‍♀️You’re planning on doing another weird thing? Aleksa and Stephanie together? With you? 🤨

Me: What?😨NEVER!!! Without ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 😤😠

Nico: Whoa! Chill out, both of you! Stephanie is not an issue for me!! It's over, for a long time already! She'll move out! But A. & I are looking for a new place for us. Just us!! I’m here for 6 months now and in this time, I’ll take care of everything.

N.'s Mom: OK, I understand. But... what about your condition, A.? Are you stable? You know what I mean.

Me: What do YOU, think N.? Am I stable?... Why don’t you explain it to your Mom?

Nico: W-why would I do that?...  It’s none of her business, in my opinion. You..... really want that?

Me: Idk? I mean, I don't wanna talk about that. But I don’t mind if you tell her. 😞

N's Mom: Tell me, N... Please! 🙁

We all sat down to talk in peace about my addiction. I thought Nico was about to tell his Mom what we discussed with my Doc at the hospital. It was hard for me to talk about this issue. In general, I avoided this topic.... I was looking forward to my Baby and I was overjoyed to be a mother. But the fear for my baby, it could go through hell after birth, because of my damn pills, was... always lurking in the back of my brain somewhere. Nico and I never really talked about it, to be honest. But what if our Baby actually gets withdrawal symptoms and needs to be treated with morphine?? Idk? That’s why I asked Nico to enlighten his Mom, because I didn’t know how he felt about it. I didn’t know what to say and if he even wants me to talk about it.... Once we sat down, Nico got up again. He decided not to talk to his mother about it. I was confused! So I got up too. He grabbed my hand and told me we didn’t have to explain anything to his Mom.

Nico (to his Mom): Listen! She’s fine, she’s not hooked or so. That’s all you need to know.

Me: But-... Are we just leaving? 😳

Nico (to me): You don’t want this, I know that! I’m doing this for you! I promised...

Me: Yea, but your Mom isn't Melanie. You can explain everything to her. I don’t mind, I just can't talk about it myself.

Nico: But there’s nothing to explain, babe. You're fine! Our Baby's fine too! And I know it’s all gonna be okay. Trust me!

Me: Sure, I trust you. That’s why I’m here, with YOU! 🙂

N.'s Mom: What are you two talking about? Aleksa please sit down! You can talk to me.

Me: I know! But everything’s fine. Besides, that’s N.’s decision. He doesn’t want to talk about it rn. I respect that.

N.'s Mom: I'll call your Mom, A.

Me: Yea, just go on. Call her. I really don’t mind.

Nico and I went up to his room. I felt bad about his Mom, but I did what I thought was right. I was here with him, just visiting. So I followed N.... If that was right or wrong, I don’t know? Anyway, his Mom wasn’t mad at me, and she’ll get the answers to her questions anyway. But tbh, I was glad Nico got me out of that unpleasant situation/conversation.

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