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crabonfire · 1 year

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One bed trope part 3!!

warnings: none

characters: sniper and spy

note: finally lmao I'm sick of this damn trope at this point

also, they are the little spoons 👍👍👍 idk imagining spy as the little spoon is cute to me

♡Sniper♡

• he'll just sleep on the floor 🤷‍♀️

"Oh-dude there's just one bed."

"I guess I'll sleep on the floor then."

"What? No! I'll sleep on the floor."

"It's fine, I don't mind."

"No sniper I don't mind."

"...so how will we do this?"

"...we could share?"

"Oh. Alright."

• woah woah woah woahhhhh??? sharing with...you? naurrrrr

Don't get me wrong, he adores you and loves the company. But...sleeping? In the same bed? With? The person he's head over heels for? The person who distracts him mid battle because they are constantly running through his mind? I don't even think he'll be able to sleep at all.

the entire night is quiet. it's an awkward silence from the both of you. any small talk made is,,,well, short. He wants to talk to you, just have fun but he's so tense. So are you, he can see how eager you are to strike up convo, but nothing seems to come out of your mouth.

• "I'm gonna get some shut eye, 's been a long day."

"Oh okay! Goodnight snipes."

"Night."

• You quickly doze off after a couple minutes and he finds that the TV is not entertaining in any way, so he also decides its time for bed.

Turning it off, he takes off his hat and places it by the headstand on his side, awkwardly slipping into the covers trying his best not to wake your sleeping form.

He faces you for a bit, then feels the blush creeping on his face due to how peaceful you look like this. A soft smile appears on his face. He sighs and turns to the other side, arm under the pillows and eyes closed shut.

• He has a lot of trouble sleeping. So usually he spends his nights just pondering about life and how it could be for him. I mean it doesn't help, but it's the only thing he can do to make himself sleepy enough to actually rest.

But he's snapped back into reality when he feels soft arms wrap around his chest from behind, eyes now open and the blush on his face is back as he realises that your holding him in your sleep.

His body stiffens, he's completely frozen. What does he do in this situation? He really doesn't know.

But...this is nice. He hadn't been held like this in a while. He smiles when he heard your muffled murmurs in your sleep, feeling your face lie gently on his back as you snore. The butterflies he's feeling is immense, his heart is pounding...it feels like he's going to explode.

•Hes glad your asleep, because if you were, he'd look like a cherry red tomato to you.

aww rhat was so cute anywaysss wakey wakey

You find yourself awake before he is, and in a very very intimate position.

• Your holding him tightly without even realising it, his face in the crook of your neck as he wraps himself around your torso. You can feel his warm breath on your neck, sending small shivers down your spine.

You dont know what to do, you try to move but the response you get is a tighter grasp. It seems he doesn't want you to let go, and he's not planning on letting go himself.

"Mmm...Y/N..."

He mumbles, making you feel a warm wave of heat spread through your cheeks. You smile weakly and silently scream inside. Oh my god, this is the shit they pull in romantic dramas. Holy shit.

You peer at the clock, your early. That means you can still sleep in, holding your crush in a warm embrace <333

♡Spy♡

• naur

• yea he planned this lmfaoooo

• no like idk how to make this sound romantic or silly he planned this 👍👍👍

• "Oh-spy uh...there's only..one bed."

"So it seems, well, I guess we'll just have to share, hm?"

"Oh...okay."

The entire night is filled with playful, and downright romantic flirting. It's not subtle anymore, and the fond look he gives you doesn't make this any easier to deal with. You knew this man had his charm, but wow, okay.

When it was time for bed, he waited for you to fall asleep because ain't no way he's letting you see him without the mask.

• "Goodnight spy."

"Goodnight, Y/N."

He simply spends the time to do some light reading, and when he hears your faint snores, he takes that as the time he can sleep. He takes his mask off before he sleeps, he's professional of course but ain't no way he bouta do that.

He sets it aside, revealing his thick black hair, his grey hairs prominent, an endearingly adorable trait of his (hehe he's cute)

• he sleeps facing you, admiring your features one by one, memorising each miniscule detail he can find. It's not this often he can get so close to the person he finds dear to him, so he's going to cherish it.

He's not one to act lovey dovey, but right now, he's in the most vulnerable position he could be in. Maskless, with the person he loves, no weapon in hand and just comfortably lying down, ready for sleep.

The feelings he has for you are strong, and that's saying something, considering he usually settles for casual flings.

But, if its you, being like this is...New. usually, he'd always be on guard and being the perfect, charmer he is around others. But others aren't like you, your special. You make him comfortable with his vulnerability.

• rambling aside, he sighs before turning his back and deciding its time to rest. He has no worries about if you'll wake up to his maskless face because he always wakes up earlier than you ever will.

Good morning, sleepyhead. I have a gun to your head!! Wake up lmao

• he wakes up quick, blinking the last bit of sleep away. something about what he's feeling right now is unusual...he feels warm. like a big cozy blanket has enveloped him in its protective hold.

he blinks a couple more times and realises the position he's in. For once, it seems that he is the flustered one in this situation.

You're holding him in your arms, his head lays on your chest, being able to hear every breath you make and the slow, hypnotising beating of your heart. His hands wrapped tightly around your waist, as if in his unconsciousness, he had been aching to be closer to you.

Oh Y/N, what is he going to do with you?

• being in such a romantic position...its driving him mad. Never had he thought you'd be the one holding him, cradling his body till the day came. But here you are, comfortably asleep with him in your arms.

This sudden intimacy is not new to him, but it has been so long since he's been held by someone he truly loves...and it might be delusion or hopeful thinking, but maybe you feel the same to him too.

• though, as much as he'd like to stay with you like this, hell if he could he'd do it for all eternity, he has to get up. slowly, he unwraps himself from you, replacing him with his pillow, and goes to get ready for the day.

He's glad you're asleep because if the day ever comes for you to see him with red blush staining his cheeks, he'd rather die. <3

author note pls read :•(

hey sorry ive been gone for like...months. finals came up, second semester started, I've been getting unmotivated not only by writing but my other hobbies and even school too. I'm so sorry,,,I'm especially sorry to all the requests I've ignored for my hiatus,,,writing is NOT easy, and sometimes becomes a chore for me when I get pressured or unmotivated.

I hope you guys enjoy,,,sorry for any errors English is not my first language. I will try my best to post more, but I cannot guarantee I will be consistent. Thank you for reading :•)

#tf2 #tf2 headcanons #tf2 x reader #i love men #tf2 spy #tf2 spy x reader #tf2 sniper #tf2 sniper x reader

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cutelittleriot · 4 months

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Chapter 3.5

For hours Branch has been working on his jigsaw puzzles. He had been meaning to he had just been too busy to actually do so but now he has time.

He is only a quarter of the way done with the 1000 piece jigsaw puzzle when he hears a knock. He has a good idea as to who it might be. Heading up and peeking through he is correct in it being his girlfriend.

"You need something Poppy?" He asks confused as to why she is here right now. Also his lisp has went away thankfully as his fangs are getting close to the same length as his original teeth,the process wasn't pleasant for sure.

"Branch can....we talk? Or is it a bad time?" She asks uncharacteristicly nervous she probably doesn't want to upset him any more than he already has been.

Thinking over his options he decides let her in to talk "Fine we can talk" He says letting her in. The two trolls make their way down and Poppy is being unusually quiet. He looks at her and she seems a bit anxious as by her fidgeting.

The two soon make it to the bottom and both sit down in chairs "So what is-" "I'm so sorry Branch!" Poppy all but yells at him catching him off guard as she usually doesn't raise her voice like this unless she was genuinely upset.

"Sorry? What are you sorry for exactly?" He asks confused. "I'm sorry for well everything that's happening to you Branch. It was because of me your transforming right now and I can tell its hurting you" She says looking like she's seconds away from crying.

'She has been blaming herself for this?' Branch thinks to himself as his ears lower. Well it was sort of her fault but he knows his girlfriend only had good intentions. Sighing he sits beside her and puts a hand on her shoulder "Poppy while yes you were the one who gave me the fruit that caused all this I'm not mad or blaming you at all. I know you only had good intentions. You couldn't have possibly known this would happen. All you knew what that your new friend gave you a gift and you wanted to share it with me" He says.

"But-" Poppy tries to explain but Branch stops her. "Look you made a mistake we all do. I'm not dead that's a good thing I'm just....changing right now. Sure it's painful and annoying and I would rather not be changing but it is what it is. It's what life has given us and our choices lead up to this. All that I ask Poppy is that if by some random one in a million chance this ever happens again you will research the food before eating it?" He asks her to which she nods.

"Thank you so much Branch that has been eating me up inside all day I have felt so bad for you. But I have good news I have something special for you to see tomorrow! I'm sure you will love it!" She says wiping her eyes and her bubbly personality returning.

"Oh really is it a party?" He asks with a smirk

"Nope"she replies back smiling

"A scrapbook?"

"Nope"

"A new song or dance?"

"Nope"

The two go back and forth guessing to which every time Poppy says no. Wow Branch is actually stumped he actually has no idea what his girlfriend has done for him he is very curious to see what she did but like she said he will have to wait until tomorrow.

"So uhm while I'm still here can I possibly.....touch your fur? It looks so soft and fluffy!Please Branch?" She begs giving him the look she knows he can't resist.

"Ok fine go ahead" He says resigning himself to his fate as Poppy squeals and begins to pet him he can feel her hands going through his fur he will admit it felt nice she wasn't too rough so he just let's her do as she pleases. "Its so soft its unbelievable,by the way Branch is everything ok with your teeth they looked a bit odd when you were talking?" She asks as she is petting his arm.

"Yeah it's just I'm getting fangs at the moment they are currently growing in and it isn't exactly pleasant" He says opening his moth and showing her said fangs. "Woah they look crazy sharp imagine what happens when you bite down?" She looks amazed at the fangs.

"I could probably do some damage your dad did say our ancestors did have them to help defend against predators. I just wonder how long they are going to grow?" He wonders.

"I don't know but they look around the same length as your other teeth so they are probably close to being done growing" Poppy says getting a closer look. 'Well that's good news. So that must mean the pain is probably close to going away and he can finally eat. Ever since his teeth fell out he didn't eat a single thing just in case. He has thought about eating something soft as they grew longer but decided against it just to be safe.

For hours the troll couple just enjoy eachothers company while doing a jigsaw puzzle and they got around halfway done before Poppy yawns. "Well that was a productive evening. Well I'm going to head back home take care Branch" She says before giving him a kiss on the cheek. "And again I'm really sorry for all of this" She says her ears drooping a bit "I told you already I forgive you Poppy you don't need to be sad about it anymore" Branch says giving Poppy a hug as he knows that it usually cheers her up and it does as she gives him a tight hug back.

She soon leaves the bunker and heads back to her pod. Meanwhile Branch is getting ready to head to bed thankfully the pain I'm his jaw is starting to go away so he should be able to fall asleep soon.....hopefully. he wonders what comes next after this though and just what is the surprise Poppy has planned for tomorrow?

#trolls #trolls 2 #branch #poppy #broppy #return to origin

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mixed-theater-faisty-tings · 2 years

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Lovin’ Kind

Chapter 10

Pairing: Riff x Latina! Summary: Baby John told Diesel about Catalina exposing their clandestine relationship though Riff and his girl are living in bliss. A/N: Unfortunately, we are almost to the end of the Story 😔but I promise there is still plenty in store for Catalina and Riff. Thanks again for all the support means the world!!!! ————————————————————————————

Riff Pov

The clanking of the metal door opening to the salt shed solidifies this is happening. All our shadows shrinking the closer we get to each other and the scuffling of feet mixing with rattling chains, snippets of Spanish, and my bat dragging on the cemented ground. Ice turns on the lights introducing our foes to the mountains of salt surrounding us.

“Salt for when streets ice up!”, he yells. “Kill the lights!.”, I demand. “Good to see you here buddy boy.”, Diesel tells me. “Not like I had a choice when the Sharks are involved.”, my eyes locked on Bernardo. ————————————————————————————

FLASHBACK- EARLIER THAT MORNING

Diesel Pov

The Jets and I make our way into the boxing gym finding just the spic we are looking for. Him and a couple other Sharks are quick to approach us, fists up ready to fight.

“What the hell are you gringos doing here?”, Bernardo’s voice laced with anger. “We are here with a deal to settle who gets the turf.”, my voice discreet yet stern.

He looks around gathering a couple more guys before taking us all towards the back of the gym. “Start talking”, Bernardo demands.

“A rumble. All of yous and all us. If you win you’re Jet free but, if we win you Sharks make the rats and skedaddle.”, I lay out the terms.

He exchanges a few looks with some of his guys before returning to the conversation. “Fine. When and where?”.

“Midnight tonight. The river.” I suggest. “ The docks”, he fights. “The Salt Shed.”, I bark.

“Donde?”, his annoyance at its peak. “Quincuagésimo séptimo y el río”, another Shark jumps in.

The tension prominent in the air between the two gangs. “Weapons?”, Bernardo continues negotiations.

“Fists.” “Rocks.” “Bricks.” “Chains.” “Knives!”

“Woah we don’t need no knives.”, Ice chimes in. “Shut it Ice. Fine no knives.”, I snap. “No contact till then.”, Bernardo says. “Copasetic”, I hold my hand out for a shake.

We shake hands maintaining intense eye contact until I command my guys to leave. The Sharks watch our every move, while the rest of the spics watched us leave the gym.

“You guys go spread the word to the others. I have something to take care of before our little pow-wow.”, I instruct my guys while walking off towards the next thing on my to-do list. ————————————————————————————

Riff Pov

Spending some alone time in the hideout was kind of nice thinking about my girl and how everything is getting better. My bliss is soon interrupted by Diesel joining me just when I thought only Tony and I knew about this place this asshole ruins it.

“Nice place ya got here though I suspect you haven’t been staying here much.”, he says taking a look around.

“What makes ya say that buddy boy.”, I try to act normal. “Ah nothing really but, there is some Jet business to handle.”, he happily takes a seat on the ground next to me.

“I gotta get to work actually Deez i’m already late.”, I am quick to stand up to make my exit when he stops me in my tracks. “I know about the spic.”, his voice now hardened. “What are you talking about?”,I attempt to say with demand but, it comes out with more of a squeak.

“Kitty Cat, you, together. Damn shame though you know. I couldn’t get a dance out of her yet, you managed to get her into bed haven’t ya buddy boy….How’d ya manage that?”., a sinister tone in his voice.

My blood begins to boil the more he opens his mouth. Just as I begin to plan out my next ass beating his trap opens more.

“I set up a rumble with the Sharks.”, he continues. “And what does Catalina have to do with that.”, I say through gritted teeth. “You join us at the rumble or I tell everyone about your little spic.”, a smug look decorating his features.

“Again what does she have to do with the rumble.”, my fists balled at my sides. “You wouldn’t want your secret to get out and besides the Jets need your loyalty to get the turf.”, He maintains his eye contact.

“Fine. I’ll be there just leave her out of this.”, I give in, anger clear in my words. “Well that was easy. Midnight, salt shed or it all comes to light.”, he salutes at me before trotting off.

Leaving me with my anger and mostly concern for Altagracia. I have to protect her and us. ————————————————————————————

PRESENT- Back at the Rumble.

“So we gonna fight or are you just gonna keep looking in my eyes.”, Bernardo snaps. “C’mon Riff close his eyes!”, Numbers shouts. “Yeah Riff prove you’re still a Jet.”, Diesel instigates.

“Could you shut up for a single god damn second Deez!”, I shout my eyes shooting bullets at the Shark in front of me. Oh trouble in paradise?”, Bernardo pushes.

“Well look who showed up!”, Ice yells pulling Tony up to the front followed by another Porto Rican on his trail.

“Chino que diablos haces! (What the hell are you doing)”, The Shark leader yells pushing him towards the back and away from any brawl. “You returning to your roots too Superman.”, my attention goes to our former leader.

“Finally a real leader. Someone worth fighting.”, Bernardo says. “I’m here to talk to Bernardo.”, Tony says pushing past me. “We are done talking let’s fight.”, he yells causing his gang to cheer.

Tony and I exchange a quick look before I turn to Diesel. ————————————————————————————

Flashback- Earlier that night.

After Diesels unexpected visit I made my way to Doc’s knowing the girls would already be gone so I could talk to Tony. My feet carried me quickly through the blocks as my mind races with a million thoughts about what to do.

“Riff what’s going on?”, my best friend asks me seeing the concerned look upon my features. “Downstairs. Now”, I force the words out making my way down to his room.

My palms are sweaty and my body begins to pace round the room. Tony’s feet coming down the steps causes me to turn my head quickly and I see he is taken aback by my sudden movement.

“What’s happened? Is it Maria or Alta? Are they okay?”, concern clear in his words.

“They are fine…at least for now. Diesel knows about my relationship with Alta and he set up a rumble with the Sharks tonight. He said if I don’t show up he is gonna tell everyone leaving all hell to break loose more than it already has.”, I finally explain anger taking precedence.

“So much has happened Riff is a rumble really worth fighting for some turf the city is takin?”. he asks me honestly. “I don’t think this is about territory anymore least not for me.”, I sigh.

“We have to go to this rumble. I have a plan on how we can stop it and take down Diesel”, Tony is overcome the voice of a leader, a sound I hadn’t heard in ages and was slightly frightening.

As Tony and I began to unpack the plan we are interrupted by the street entrance of the basement opening and a body slipping through seeming very uneasy. The person quickly turns its head a guilty look in their eyes and realize it’s Baby John.

“Gee Baby John why scare the shit outta us.”, Tony jumps. “Wait what’s wrong?”, I knew something was bothering him.

“Riff i’m so sorry. I was lost in my thoughts last night and he came it of nowhere asking questions that I just answered mindlessly. You have always been the big brother I never had and I didn’t men to betray you. This is all my fault please don’t hate me-“, I let him ramble for a bit letting him get it all off his chest before grabbing him by his shoulders to calm him down.

“I ain’t mad at ya Baby John. I mean sure at first but, it’s all aimed towards Deez and honestly things about me and Catalina were gonna come out at some point but, what we need to worry about is this rumble”, his body now less tense than it was 10 seconds ago.

I was so pissed off at Diesel that I never thought of how he could’ve found out but, I needed to ease the kid and i’ve always had soft spot for him just never showed it around the others.

“Promise ya ain’t mad buddy boy?”, he asks me, guilt clear in his voice. “Womb to tomb”, I start. “Sperm to worm”., he finishes.

“Alright you two break it up Riff and I got a plan to discuss.” Tony’s stern voice breaking the moment.

“Baby John got any plans for the next hour or so?”, I give my pal a knowing look before looking back at the kid. ————————————————————————————

A few hours later

Catalina Pov

Per usual Maria and I allow the rest of the class to leave before meeting the guys. We have all been doing our best to keep our relationships on the down low so they hide around the side of the building until they find us lingering.

“Hey pretty girl.”, Riff greets me with a quick kiss on my cheek. “Hi handsome how was your day?”, I smile leaning into him.

“Pretty good, Uh hey so I was thinking Tony and I haven’t had a guys night for a while. Maybe you could stay at Maria’s tonight Tony said she’s been wanting time with ya outside of class.”, he suggests digging his hands into his pockets.

“You made plans with Tony tonight?”, I ask nervousness laced in my words.

“Yeah just to get some drinks at the Pub no big deal really.”, he senses my anxiety and pulls me close to him. “I love our time together more than anything but, with us needing to hide I think you need to spend time outside of our little bubble. You will end up hating me and feeling trapped.”, his words calm me down.

“Since when did you get so smart?“, my lips curl into a small smile knowing he’s right. “Hmm this just means that tomorrow I get to make up for lost time.”, his signature smirks decorates his features before placing a sensual kiss against my lips.

“Mmm..and we both know I love when we have to make up time together”, a giggle escapes into the kiss as heat rushes to my cheeks. “Come on live birds! Let’s get you girls home safe before we go.”. Tony chuckles.

Once we reach the front of Maria’s building we duck around to separate corners to say our goodbyes without the shark girls leaving to Gimbels catching us and telling Nardo.

“You know I’ve been thinking maybe we should come clean with everyone. My Tia knows about us and she’s warming up to the idea…well, now that you’ve stopped stealing form the store but, it could all be okay. The Jets haven’t bothered them since Baby John and you aren’t with them anymore.”,Our fingers intertwine as I lean against the bricked wall.

“Soon enough we can be out in the open okay I promise baby”, he pulls me close into his chest. “What do you mean by that?”, curiosity mixed with confusion hinted in my words. “Just trust me please. We should go.”, his reassurance non-existent.

“Right uh have fun with Tony. I love you.”, trepidation hidden within my voice. “I love you too bye”.

With a quick kiss to my forehead my boyfriend and best friend run off to the pub. Leaving Maria and I to head up to spend the night with Anita.

I couldn’t help but feel they were hiding something from me, there was an empty feeling in my stomach as we walked up stairs I felt bad that I didn’t really pay much attention to what she was saying.

“Hola chicas!” Anita exclaims as we enter the apartment. “Hola! Is it okay if Alta stays the night?”, Marias asks. “Of course maybe you girls could help me.”, Anita says before disappearing into her sewing area. ————————————————————————————

Present- At the Rumble

Riff Pov

“I love her Bernardo and I know she loves me.”, Tony pleads with the Shark. “She could never love a gringo like you!”, Bernardos fists are ready to fight and if it weren’t so dark I would swear there was steam rising from his ears.

“Spics like you are worse than us ain’t that what the cops think at least.”, A-Rab jumps in. “But do you really want your sister in bed with a criminal?”, Deez jumps in.

The balls on this guy I swear!

“He didn’t kill him damn it!”, my heels turn my body towards the bastard who started all of this. “He might as well have. One more punch and the kid would’ve been six feet under!”, the dumbass continues.

“Oh looks like we got ourselves a convict eh. How long were you locked up for?”, Bernardo asks. “A year.”, Tony answers honestly still standing his ground.

“A year for nearly killing someone. You got less time there than we get for just walking around no?”, he begins to circle my buddy the rest of his gang watching his every move.

“Yeah well I did my time and decided I wanted to be better. No more fightin’ that’s why I wanted to talk to ya.”. my best buddy retorts.

“Oye! Listen to this guy. He goes to jail for a year then chooses to pray to his god that he will be a better man by dating a little brown girl.Giving her the chance to be used and abused by a white man!”, Bernardo starts to rally before punching Tony straight in the nose sending all our guys into a frenzy.

Tony took his punches before he finally started to fight back tackling him to the ground. Cheers from The Jets were deafening while The Sharks begged for their leader to get back on his feet.

The sight in front me threw me back to the same spot one year ago when he was on top of that Egyptian King one punch after the other by the river, the encouragement from our guys making me want to put an end to it all.

Blood began to coat his knuckles as Bernardo stops fighting back dazed by the assault. A visibly distraught Tony makes eye-contact with me signaling me to move forward. ————————————————————————————

Meanwhile at the Apartment

Catalina Pov

Anita asked us to be models for some dresses she was working on and as we stood here allowing her to make adjustments we noticed her hands were a bit shaky too shaken for a seamstress.

The room filled with what seemed to be anxiety from Anita and I while Maria tried to decifer why were both nervous. I couldn’t help but, think about Riff and what he had said.

“Soon enough”, playing in my head on a loop. He said it with a conviction I haven’t heard in a long time. His goodbye quick yet lingering like he didn’t know if he would see me again, my thoughts soon interrupted by yet another needle pricking at my waist.

“Ouch!”, I yelp. “Los siento”, she sighs. “Que paso Anita?”, Maria asks. The usually peppy women sits on her side hands shaking profusely and breathing getting heavier.

“Anita tell us what’s going on?”, We rush to her side, embracing her body to calm her down. “Haven’t you spoken to any of the guys?”, she asks me. I shake my head quickly, they don’t make a habit of stopping by Doc’s especially after I went off on them.

“There’s a rumble tonight. Jets and Sharks, winner takes all and when Bernardo left he was so angry and i’m afraid that he may not come back.”, her voice cracks a little but, her strength holds up.

My heart drops to my stomach replacing the emptiness I have felt all night. Maria gives me a panicked look knowing damn well they didn’t go to the pub but, to fight…and neither of know why.

“Did he tell you where it was going to be?”, I ask quickly trying to conceal my fear for Riff. “The salt shed I think?”, her answer is quiet and a sniffle follows.

I pick myself up off the floor pulling Anita up with me, Maria following. My fear now mixing with anger as I try to remember where the salt shed is.

Tony and I used to sneak over there as kids and played in the salt pretending it was snowing in July. Valentina always wondered why the floor was covered in salt when we would return.

“I know where they are. Vente (Come).”, my voice stern as I drag the girls out of the apartment and towards the fight.

My feet carry my body hastily through the blocks, vision blurred at the thought of losing Riff tonight. Emotions mixing in my body like a magic potion you can’t quite get right anger, sadness, and anxiety all present.

The warehouse containing the salt comes into view and I suck air between my teeth pausing my steps unsure of what is to come once we set foot inside. ————————————————————————————

Diesel Pov

Tony and Riff back and better than ever, it’s good to have our two best fighters back but little do they know that they aren’t in charge anymore. As Tony beat the crap out of the spic I couldn’t help but pat myself on the back for getting him back to his roots.

In the middle of that I notice Riff digging in his pockets subtly I know we set rules for weapons but, god knows no one gives a fuck about them. It’s more of a technicality. I wonder what he’s hiding.

“Damn Deez I can’t believe this actually worked. Riff and Tony are back and now the turf will be ours.”, Baby John applauds my efforts.

“Well I couldn’t have done it without your information. I knew Riff just needed a little push and you buddy boy are now a true Jet.”, I give him a quick pat on the back. “Aye Deez let me talk to ya”, Riff signals me over.

One quick look back at the fight in front of me before I wander over to Riff expecting some new plan to come to his head. “You know you have really stepped up and I know I got side tracked but, ya brought me and Tony back so thanks.”, his voice laced with appreciation.

“We all get lost at times just don’t let it happen again or the boys may not forgive so easily.”, I give a warning.

“Ain’t gotta worry about that. But I do need ya to know that with Tony back he’s lead and i’m second in command so you can back down now.”, demand seeping through his words taking me aback.

“What!”, I yell capturing everyone’s attention. “Fight me!”, Bernardo yells at Tony who appears to be walking away from a fight.

“There’s no way you two can be in command again. Look at this bitch trying to walk away from a fight. For what huh some dirty spic girl you claim to love!”, anger clear in my voice.

“I’d shut up if I were you Deez!”, Baby John steps in.

“You fucking traitor! You just gave me a pat on the back for getting these two idiots back now you’re with them!”, my hand shoots to my jacket pocket.

Riff pulls out a knife from his pocket clearly not wanting to fight but, willing to if I started it. “Jets watch and learn what a real leader looks like.”, I boast pulling out the revolver I bought after visiting my former leader.

As I am about to aim the barrel at Riff a voice catches my attention. Perfect timing.

“Riff, what the fuck!”, Kitty cat yells followed by two girls.

“Aww kitty cat I see you brought the strays with you today. How about I put you down?”, my voice full of conviction.

My movements are quick as I aim the gun at the spic Riff claims to love ready to pull the trigger. ————————————————————————————

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hiii i have a request where x reader sees an old friend who is obviously into her but she had no idea. and matt gets really overprotective and jealous. thank you !!

Old friend - Matt Murdock

Warnings: none.

AN: I love this idea, I hope I did this justice and sorry it's short!

When you first saw the man, you didn't recognize him. He looked entirely different to the boy you met at high school, hair longer, face sharper. But he recognized you in an instant. How, you didn't know, because frankly you thought you'd changed dramatically over the years, both in looks and personality. You were an entirely different person now. A happy one at that.

But when the man, who had now introduced himself as 'Jared from high school, we had chemistry together' began talking to you, you weren't sure what to do. You knew the guy sure, you could picture him now sitting next to you in class so long ago, but you didn't know what to say. What did you say to an old high school acquaintance?

You settled for the all too common "Wow, it's so nice to see you again" as you were bombarded with questions about your life. It wasn't a bad conversation and you soon found yourself grinning as you recalled old times and new, when Matt approached. He had been standing outside the coffee shop you were currently situated in, talking to Foggy, but obviously that conversation was over.

"Matt, oh my gosh" You turned grabbing his hand in yours, to which he smiled. "This is Jared, an old friend of mine". Matt frowned as Jared introduced himself, hearing all about his times with you before he asked about Matt, though the man was clearly interested in other things.

"Matt Murdock" Matt extended a hand, to which Jared took "It's nice to meet you". He smiled though it was entirely fake, sensing the other mans gaze drift back to you. He heard his heartrate pick up, and Matt gripped his cane tighter, barely holding back from hitting the man with it. You were completely oblivious to the mans strange gaze, which Matt bet, was running over your body every five seconds.

"Matt Murdock, the Lawyer?" Matt simply nodded at the mans question, seething inside.

"Well it's nice to know Y/N has some friends like you to get her out of trouble". Jared laughed, though Matt wasn't anywhere near a smile, even a fake one.

"Boyfriend actually".

He heard Jared's breath catch in shock or perhaps confusion, and there was a short silence that fell over the group of you, as Jared composed himself.

"Woah okay, I mean no offense man, but I didn't think blind men were your type Y/N".

How was Matt not to take offense to that? How was he supposed to stand here while some guy—who clearly peaked in high school—flirted endlessly with his girl.

"If you're going to talk about me you should at least look me in the eyes while doing it" Matt's voice had turned almost to a growl and he felt you squeeze his hand, though he ignored it.

"Sorry dude, I didn't think it would bother you considering-"

Matt wanted to burst, the anger boiling in him growing intensely by the second "Oh it's bothers me, especially because with every second I stand here, I can sense how badly you want to get into her pants" Matt moves so his arm is around you, pulling you closer to him as Jared stumbles for words.

"Hey Jared" Your voice vibrates through Matt as you finally get a chance to speak, "My type of man is a good man, and Matthew is exactly that".

Jared stuttered again and Matt found himself smirking, anger dissipating as he felt the waves of shame roll off the man in front of him. "I suggest you get your coffee and go" Matt could hear the grin in his voice as he spoke, relishing his latest win.

As Jared stumbled away embarrassed, You turned to Matt, placing your hands on his chest. "I don't think he was trying to get into my pants".

"Oh he definitely was" Matt pressed a short kiss to your lips, to which you chuckled, bringing him back for another before you spoke.

"You're hot when you're jealous".

AN: I literally have to go to dinner in 30 minutes so I wrote this as a drabble instead of a full fic. If you would like me to expand this or write it differently I can.

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Steven Grant and his little reading glasses my beloved.

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Stupid love - Matthew Murdock

Matthew Murdock x femreader

Warnings: Language, angst, fluff, my general weird 3:00am writing

AN: this fic makes no sense at all and is kinda short sorry

Sometimes you wonder how it happened. Falling for him, such a dangerous yet vulnerable man. Vulnerable not by any disability, but because he wore his heart on his sleeve. You hadn't seen it at first, the way he felt for you. Too much immersed in his charms to notice that the feelings weren't one sided. Until he kissed you.

Matthew hadn't thought about it too much at the time. He'd thought about it too much already, everyday he listened to your voice wondering if maybe you felt just as he did for you. He gave up on that wondering when it all got too much.

After a particularly gruelling fight it hit him that you only live once, and that with the one life he held, he wanted to hold you in it. And so he kissed you, your relationship sparking from there. It was all so offbeat, what you had with Matthew and sometimes it made him feel guilty. He wondered if maybe you were better off somewhere else, with someone else. Like a classic heart wrenching romance film, the guy wants the best for the girl and no matter how much you shout at the screen 'but she loves you!' the result will always be the same. He lets her go, he regrets it and neither of them move on. Because he made a stupid mistake and she did the same, just by loving him.

Matthew thought about the outcome of these films all the time, the cliché that could become his life if he let his guilt win. He wanted you to tell him that you hated him, that you wanted to leave, so that the guilt would subside. Even if he loved you, he put you in danger with every second he stood by your side.

Everyday you would tell Matt you loved him, thinking nothing of the effect it had on his heart. It made him feel alive in ways that the fighting could not. You showed him there was more than just the dark crime filled streets he felt the need to defend. And every time you said it your heartbeat was steady with not the hint of a lie. Matthew thought he was the only one to detect changes in people but you knew how Matt was feeling long before he said a word.

"Why do you want me to hate you?" Your words came from the door of Matts apartment, quiet but still there. There was a sadness in your voice that made Matts stomach sink, a ship going down at sea. You read him like a book even when he tried to keep himself closed. There was no use in lying, not because you could tell when he was but because he didn't want to anymore.

"Because then it will be easier to end this".

He heard your breathing hitch as he turned to face you, wondering if you held a frown or simply nothing at all.

"Matt, if you don't want to be with me just say it" You were angry, hot tears burning against your eyes. You hadn't wanted to think about it, Matthews distance toward you. The way he brushed off your concerns and comments like they were nothing more to him than dust in the wind. It didn't seem real, almost like he was faking it and for a moment you had believed he was, but now, hearing those words leave his lips you believed it just fine.

"Just say it Matt!" raising your voice you watched him flinch as if your tone cut him, sharp as a knife. But he wouldn't say a thing.

He tried to come up with a way to explain. Maybe if he told you his fears, of loosing you and bringing unwanted danger into your life, the guilt that he had been feeling would dissipate. But he didn't know how to say it. He loved you, and he knew in his heart that he always would but even with his speeches spoken in court, defending clients to the judge and jury, he couldn't form the words to defend himself. Matt heard you approach, one step after the other accompanied by the heavy breathing of someone on the brink of tears. He hated that. Making you cry.

"I don't want to hurt you" were the first words he could think of, worthy enough of escaping his lips. You were holding your breath now, waiting for him to say more.

"I don't want to end up like a sad romance movie".

His words made something between a laugh and a sob leave your lips but they hadn't helped you to understand at all. "Matt, I don't know what you mean, but if you want to break up you need to tell me now".

"I don't" His words came fast, hands clenched at his sides, frustrated with himself rather than at you. "I don't want to loose you".

"You're loosing me right now Matt, I don't understand" There was a lie in your voice then, he wasn't loosing you at all. You didn't think he could ever loose you, your heart so attached to him that it could only ever be surgically removed.

"You know how in the movies the guy breaks up with the girl because he's no good for her?" Matts voice was low and tired and he found himself resting on the arm of the couch as he spoke.

"Matty" The familiar nickname fell from your lips before you moved closer, only a few steps away from him now.

"I don't want you to get hurt because of me, and maybe it's best if I play the guy in those cliché romantic films you make me sit through, because he always wants the best for her just like I do for you. We're the same, him and I".

"No you're not" You let out a sharp exhale of breath and Matt pictured you running a hand through your hair, glancing to the wide windows that covered the place in a bright glow despite the late hours of the night. "You're not some sad breakup song, we're not some breakup song Matt".

"I didn't say we were a song, I said we were a movie"

You held back a sad chuckle at his words, his humour and need to correct mistakes still shining through despite the situation. You wondered if he did this in fights on the streets, or if he stayed silent in concentration, except for grunts of effort as he threw punches.

"I'm never making you sit through a romance movie with me again Matt, You get too many stupid ideas in that head of yours". Matt let himself laugh at this, the sound bringing a small smile to you though both your hearts were heavy.

"Why do you stay with me?" Matts words lingered there in the air for only a few seconds, the swift movements of you folding your arms knocking them away.

"Because I fucking love you Matt, because I care about you," You paused taking your time to stare Matt down knowing even if he couldn't see it, he could feel it. "Because you love me".

Matt nodded standing up straight "And that's why I don't want you getting hurt". He took a few steps toward you, and you reached out to grasp is hands in yours. They were covered in scars from his many fights, knuckles rough from punches he'd thrown.

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My #1 post of 2022

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random-bi-writer · 1 year

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My Reaction to Little Nightmares

My first impression of this game based on listening a random music video: Dang, Coraline has no luck with isekai adventures.

Chapter 1

A random lady appears.

Why is Six sleeping in a suitcase? Why is she dreaming about the lady?

Weird paper things making gnawing noises.

Among Us

There’s a dead guy in the room. I don’t think it’s suicide, if it was, the chair should not be standing like that. So a murder and it was staged?

Leeches. Why does it have to be Leeches

Oh so the leeches don’t fall if you there’s no light.

Who the fuck is screaming?

Bedsheets, this implies that someone tried to escape before; is this related to bloody hands on the fridge earlier?

Someone’s dragging a box; I guess it’s a boss of the game?

Why is this game obsessed with eye doors? Is there a cult or something?

Electric bars are a bit much.

There are bloody hands again, Six is obviously not the first person to be trapped here.

So its like a creepy orphanage? I keep hearing boat sounds, so is this a floating orphanage?

Oh so the eyes are Medusa, got it.

The screams can’t be the children if they are asleep. So who on earth is screaming?

And now for the first boss; it’s a bit dark right now. But he seems to be legless and has very long arms.

Oh nevermind, he just have really short legs.

Handprints again. The orphans do not like this place, do they?

Woah, I knew this was a survival game but I didn’t know it’d be THAT kind of survival game.

Aww, so nice, giving Six a piece of bread.

What the? Why was it necesarry to have the lights flicker while Six is eating?

Oh someone definetely knows that Six is there. Also I think there’s a thing with bridges here but it’s probably just me.

Oh that is creepy. Also, Six found the surveilance room.

Oh no, Six found a surveilance room. Someone knows she’s here.

Are the people here cultists or do they just have a weird obsession with eyes?

I think I can see a picture of the first boss. So he’s blind. I guess the trick to survive is to be very quite.

Oh no, she’s hungry again.

Who’s the kid doing the creepy singing?

Six, my little child, my blorbo, my Coraline cosplayer. I know you’re hungry, but that’s obviously a trap.

There it is again. Is this going to happen everytime she eats?

Hi, let me just sit here in a cage while some weird Coraline cosplayer drags it.

Now I can see the first boss clearly.

He can sniff you? Oh, Six, I hope you’ve been taking bath.

Um, hello? The point of surviving long boi over there is not making a sound. You can’t just pull a noisy lever with long boi in the other room, how is he not hearing this?

Never mind.

Who drops a shoe in the vents?

Uh...why is there a room with a pile of shoes? What is the purpose of this?

Oh shit, there’s a monster shoe version of Scrooge McDuck chasing Six.

I think it’s artistic that the shoes will look like corpses.

Well, that’s one heck of a jumpscare. Maybe the surveilance guy told long boi about Six?

So is Longboi like...the caretaker of the boat orphanage?

Clock rooms. That would be good to survive the Caretaker.

Huh, it just occured to me, why are the children so small?

Another jumpscare, don’t tell me there are cameras in the vents.

Either glitch or only one arm got chopped off.

Oh so there are like chapters, okay let me just...

Chapter 2

There we go, now to keep watching.

So the second boss, is... I can’t see it clearly but is that Chef Saltbaker? I don’t know, they look chubby and I think that’s a chef hat?

Wow, not after seeing the chef, you immidieatley got hungry.

I just realize. Everytime Six gets hungry, a child is singing a creepy song. Not only that the lights keep flickering. Hmm, I wonder what it means.

Aww, even if Six is in pain from her hungry, she wants to help the rat! Baby girl.

...Well, I just lost appetite...Six, my child, I love you, but what the fuck

Oh so the second boss is a chef. I can see blood on the stairs.

paegnvavnaponvap9v WHY DOES THE CHEF SOUND LIKE THAT?! Oh my god, I’m gonna search for their sound clip, this is hilarious. It’s like an elephant throwing a tantrum.

Oh my god, there’s two of them?! Don’t tell me the third boss is going to be three people.

Wow, they’re also dishwashers? This boys better get a raise.

Pfft, their voice clips are still funny.

npoagnapivp they even throw food at her. I love them, their my favorite boss so far.

Chapter 3

Uh, is this boat like...a weird island or something?

Wait, so the third boss are guests or buisness men judging by the colors of their clothes? And why are they so... uh, what’s the politest way to say it...obese? It’s not that I have anything against that, but it’s a little weird that all of them have the same body type.

Oh now I can see what I think is the final boss. Oh shit, it’s the lady from the intro. Hello mysterious person.

Wait, why are the guests/buisness man/serial killers? wearing those monster masks, I think it’s called yokai masks? but I’m not sure.

Oh so they are guests. Geez, guys. If the restaurant food tastes so good, at least eat in a dignified manner.

Wait, why are they chasing Six? I’d get that Six has to eat that rat since there was nothing else around, by why would you eat a child? You have an entire stash of food right there! I’m scared to know how they will act if they find out about the...orphans...

Oh my god, this boat is cannibal restaurant.

Aww, you can hug the paper guys? For a horror game, it’s surprisingly wholesome.

Welp, there’s no way that lady won’t know about this.

Chapter 4

Hmm, should have grabbed some food during that chase.

Aww, little paper guy is helping us. This horror game is surprisingly wholesome.

...Six...there is a sausage right there...also you can eat paper?

Wait, what? That’s weird, I could have sworn I saw another child while Six was eating paper.

I have had it with the singing. What child would be singing so loudly in this cannibal restaurant?! Why is it timing with Six having disgusting eating habits?

Yeesh, this lady is obsessed with eyes.

OH. So that wasn’t a kid singing, it was the lady! Wow, I feel dumb.

Huh, is this woman a mother or something? I keep seeing a bunch of paintings of a child.

Um, hold up (starts singing the meme) but seriously can you not get a mirror that isn’t cracked?

Well, that’s terrifying.

No. Just no. Six, that woman is too big for you. Although that is sweet karma.

Wha- am I seeing things? I could have sworn that someone was standing next to Six. Must have been my imagination.

Oh I just realized! There’s no creepy singing this time, so that lady was involved with that.

Huh, what’s with the mist?

Oh that music is back again. I doubt Six would be able to eat all those guests.

oh. OH. So the mist are souls! Got it, wait, how did Six got those? From the lady?

Okay, I replayed the scene, and this is badass.

Aww, she didn’t even say goodbye to the paper guy. Probably for the best considering...

Oh wow, this is the weirdest boat I have ever seen.

And that’s all my reaction for now, time to get theorizing.

#arrow rambles #little nightmares

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uh. so i've been thinking about this for a while, right? and it's Now that i've decided to talk about it, as this is tumblr, the "weird* kinds of attraction" website

it's not a term i apply to myself/label myself with, but i love the term "wtfromantic/sexual". because hell yea dude, wtf IS how i experience attraction.

there's this one artist who i have like... a ~creative crush~ on. the fandom we're in knows them, and their works are beloved.

now, this isn't art style envy (though it is a great art style), nor some kind of? artistic success envy?? (everybody's different yknow success isnt real bro it doesnt matter lol)

it is absolutely something else.

they inspire me so much. they make me wanna become a better artist so that i can show them (they know i exist and like what i do too! i'm not being some kind of STARING FROM A DISTANCE ಠ_ಠ creeper lmao... i have actually had that happen to me before, and it would be inappropriate and wrong feeling.) and as i just said it's more than "wow you are other artist das good i like u now" and due to my inability to distinguish between different types of feelings, all my brain can say about it is: "well yeah there's that^, but also if you liked me back? well that'd just be swell :}"

i care a lot about them (im low empathy </3 so when i feel this way, it's significant yknow?). we like the same kind of things. theyre from the same country as me

(i hope so much that this part doesnt sound weird- it's significant due to: my country's really kinda small if you think about it and it's kinda rare to see someone from outside the US. to give it some perspective: i've never got a dnation/cmmission from anyone who uses my same currency from my same country lmao) (hoooly shit i just type in "how many englands fit in america" and i knew it was a lot but. look. and this is the UK! i coloured Actually England in green to further hilight how small where i'm at is!)

also. the last person i was ~involved with~ -over the internet, not irl- was in one of the states. so the thought of someone i like actually being not thousands of miles and expensive flights (wouldve been worth it 100% but im poor and disabled yknow) away? that's nice.

woah big tangent. u kno me

on the subject of the previous person... i really don't wanna say it and i've never wanted to say it but he was too neurotypical. (**he was not normal at all because we're both furries- need i say more!? you know what i mean.) but it kinda brought it home for me, the same thought i think about myself so often: "oh. oh no i can't subject you or anyone else to my mental illness." even though i was deliriously happy with him which. hurts like nothing else. i NEED the fellow major depressive communication. i NEED the this:

^just found that pic look how good it is

also omg look at these colours of the wtfromantic also known as quoiromantic flag it RULES

its freakin. neon grean

* =by weird i did not mean "ew weird abnormal you must have something wrong with you ://" kind of weird! i mean like unusual. wanted to clarify so to not cause offense i hope; fellow aroace spectrum people who experience attractions in a way that is considered outside the norm are great <3

#OK RANT OVER MAYBE I AM GRAY-ARO AFTER ALL #synth doesn't understand a single thing it's ever felt in its life; more at 11

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lilith-jean-stark · 3 years

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Secrets

Warnings: none!

Summary: You and Peter find out each other’s secrets by accident.

A/n: I’ll be setting up a blurb night soon! So stay tuned 😎

You got off the train and made your way to school. Another boring day at mid-town high. Being the sister of Tony Stark had its perks, but it also had its downsides. No one knew that you were Tony’s sister, but you had to admit that being the secret sister was nice because you didn't have people up in your face all the time, except Peter Parker. Peter Parker was the only one who knew your secret. You and Peter had been friends for years and up until a couple weeks ago he had no idea about your secret. You stupidly were doing work for Tony in your notebook while having lunch at school one day, when Peter happened to sit next to you.

*flashback*

"Ugh this formula isn't working." You thought to yourself. Maybe it was just this noisy cafeteria that was making it difficult to think.

"Hey whatcha doing?" Peter said sliding beside you on the bench. Peters eyes widened "Stark industries?" He said a bit too loudly.

"Peter shush!" You snapped and scurried to get your notes into your book bag.

"What are you doing with formulas from Stark industries?" Peter whispered.

"That's not what it is." You rolled your eyes, "silly Peter." You booped his nose with your index finger.

Peter blushed, "uhm yes y/n it is, uh," he stuttered then shook his head to break his gaze with you, "Yes it is, I have an internship, I've seen them."

"I can't say." You groaned, annoyed he didn't take the nose boop as bait to change the subject.

"Come on, it's not like I'd tell anyone." He whined.

"Okay fine, but you have to swear that you won't tell anyone." You said sticking your pinky out for the two of you to pinky swear.

"I swear." Peter said locking his pinky with yours.

You leaned in and whispered "Tony Stark is my older brother and I kinda own part of Stark industries."

"No way!" Peter looked at me in shock.

"Yes way, but it's not a big deal." You laughed and showed him a picture of you and Tony with your parents before they died.

"Wow, he's pretty cool, isn't he?" Peter said in awe.

"Maybe to you because of your internship, but as a brother he's kinda lame." You smirked and nudged Peter with your elbow, to let him know you were only joking.

*end flashback*

You smiled to yourself at how understanding Peter had been about keeping your identity from him. You stood at your locker and sorted the books you needed for class into your bag.

"Y/n!" You heard Peter shout from the other end of the hall.

You waved to him and he jogged down the hallway to you.

"How's it hanging Parker?" You asked as he leaned against the locker next to yours.

"You ready for that Chem test tomorrow?" He asked.

You rolled your eyes, you and Peter had known each other for years and he still forgets that you’re pretty much a genius.

"Sorry forgot we have a prodigy here." Peter put his hands up in defense. "Actually May has been asking about you, she wants you to come over for dinner tonight." He said, crossing his arms.

"Peter you didn't tell her did you?" You said in a hushed voice.

"What? No! She asked what you've been up to, because you know she hasn't seen you around in awhile. So I lied..." Peter trailed off and looked at you with hopeful eyes. "I said you had an internship at Stark industries too."

You laughed slightly, "I'll send Tony a text and let him know I won't be home for dinner.

"Sweet, you're not mad?" He asked.

"No peter I'm not mad. You're actually a genius for telling her that." You smiled at him for being so sweet and for protecting your secret. Even though you knew he was dying to tell Ned and pretty much anyone who would listen.

"Oh and Ned might be by later too. He's got this lego Death Star he wants to build." Peter said staring to get all giddy.

"Wait, didn't you two build that a couple months ago?" You raised an eyebrow curiously at him.

Peters face went red, "oh yea i meant he needed help with his homework." He said quickly and started off down the hall, "gotta go gonna be late for class."

You sighed and headed to class. You didn't think anything of Peters weird behavior, due to the fact that Peter was sometimes scatter brained.

Peter got to math class and sat next to Ned.

"You can't come over tonight." Peter whispered to him.

"Why not , the Death Star isn't going to build itself Peter."

"Y/n is coming over for supper and she thinks we already put it together. She'll get suspicious." Peter whisper yelled.

"Fine, but it wouldn't have to be rebuilt if someone didn't make me drop it." Ned rolled his eyes at him "And you haven't told her about you know what yet?"

"No I can't Ned." He mumbled.

Later after school peter went and did his usual spider man stuff. He was just about done and was heading home and then realized that he had forgot about you. He raced home and climbed into his room through the window. His bedroom door was already shut, so he dropped to the floor and took his mask off.

The door opened, "hey Peter, May said to make myself at home..." you started to say, your eyes focused on your phone.

Peter quickly pressed his suits release button and let it fall to the floor, then kicked it under his bed.

"She said I'd find you in..." You stopped short of yourself when you looked up from your phone, to see Peter standing there in front of you in his boxers. It was just like Ned all over again, Peter had thought to himself.

"Woah Sorry Parker." You put your hands up in defense and smirked, holding back laughter. You stood there staring at him and laughed, "I guess I should have knocked."

Peter blushed, "Aunt May, can you please stop letting people in my room without knocking!" He shouted.

"I'll go check out what May is up too and come back when your dressed." You said.

"No, its fine!" Peter said, grabbing a sweatshirt and pulling on pants.

"Why were you in your underwear anyway?" You asked.

"I was warm." He lied.

You shut the door and glared at Peter. "You better not be lying to me. You realize that I have access to the worlds largest data pool, if I want to know something, I’ll find out."

"Look Y/n, i am not lying." Peter almost couldn't get the words out. You frightened him sometimes, you were very confident and fierce, never caring what others thought of you.That and you were smarter than him and you were pretty much one of the most powerful people in America with being a stark. Even if Peter was a good liar, you could still tell whether he was lying or not and if looks could kill, you would be shooting daggers from your eyes.

Peter watched you as you tilted your head to look behind him. "So what's that?" You pointed to the underneath of his bed.

"Nothing, just stuff."

"Peter?" You pushed past him and grabbed his Spider-Man suit and pulled it out from under the bed.

"You just happen to have a bright red leotard?" You questioned and then spread it out before he could rip it out of her hands. "Peter!!!!" You gasped and dropped the suit, "That's spider mans suit, I built that!" You shot him a look, "wait are you Spider-Man?" You asked as your eyes grew wide with realization.

"Yes." Peter said annoyed and grabbed the suit, hiding it in his bookbag. Then he realized what you had said, his eyes widened "you built that?!"

You grabbed the bookbag and pulled the suit from it. "Yes I did, Tony asked me to do a suit for some spider guy. I didn't think he was talking about you!" You exclaimed and examined the suit. "What did he tell you about the suit?” You asked.

"Mr. Stark said he made it." Peter said nervously.

"God of course he did.” You rolled your eyes. “Anyway that's besides the point, you're Spider-Man and you've been using my tech to help you fight crime? Did Tony tell you about the formulas too!? Is that why you caught me in the cafeteria." You looked anxious and kept looking at the suit.

"No, the formula I noticed was mine..." Peter looked down at his hands.

"Wait, the spider web goo, you made that?" You looked at him in disbelief.

"Yes I did, I gave the formula to Mr. Stark because he wanted to see if he could improve it. Then he told me to leave it how it was. I was confused when I saw you with it because Mr. Stark was the only person I told. So I figured you had to be working on Stark industries stuff if you had my web formula." Peter explained.

"Peter that's the coolest chemical reaction I've ever seen! I love playing with that stuff!" You said excitedly.

Peter blushed and you pulled him into a hug. “Let’s get out there before May starts getting suspicious.” You said almost as a hum, you were as happy as could be and even happier now that you and Peters secrets were out.

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andreafmn · 3 years

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Collision - Chapter 1

Word Count: 3,434

Characters: Female Reader Uley Character, Sam Uley, Allison Uley, Charlie Swan, Bella Swan, Seth Clearwater, Billy Black, Jacob Black, Emily Young, Paul Lahote, Harry and Sue Clearwater, Leah Clearwater

Story Description: (Y/N) Uley is back home after being away for four years. Her life at it’s first standstill and she is taking this time to find out who she is without school. But she never thought that coming back to the reservation would turn her whole life around. In the midst of secrets and mystery, a man crashes into (Y/N)’s and her life will never be the same.

*DISCLAIMER* I do not own in any way Twilight, all credits of the pre-established characters, script, and storyline belong to Stephanie Meyer and Summit Entertainment. The only thing I own is Uley Reader insert, any upcoming characters, and her storyline, as well as her effects in the others’ story line.

Chapter: 1/?

A/N: There’s no Cullen’s in the first chapter, we’ll see them soon though. Also, Esme is in the story but her and Carlisle are not together romantically. If you enjoy my writing I’ll also be posting them in AO3 and Wattpad along with other stories (I also hope to start taking requests if ya’ll want) Hope you enjoy and all constructive criticism is encouraged.

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Chapter 1

Going back home felt bizarre for (Y/N). It had been 4 years since she had moved away from the La Push Reservation on a scholarship to a prep boarding school in Seattle. Although students were expected to go back home during summer break, she spent her time in summer taking college classes or attending internships in the area, so going back didn’t fit into her plans.

But she had just graduated from high school and decided that taking a gap year could not hurt. Seeing her family wouldn’t be that bad either.

(Y/N) Uley had not reunited physically with Sam and Allison Uley since she left for school, only calling occasionally but always being to busy for anything else. The mother and son duo had grown accustomed to the short phone calls and vague emails they would receive from their studious family member. The Uley siblings used to be a very close pair, being only a year apart helped their bond. But since (Y/N) had invested all her energy into her high school career, their relationship rapidly dissipated; replaced by untold secrets and life-changing details.

The Uley girl had no idea what was in store when she went back home. She had left when she was 14 and was coming back an 18-year-old with a high school diploma and a bachelor’s degree. (Y/N) had always been an over achiever and applying to the school she had and taking dual enrollment was no surprise to her mother and brother.

The bus ride from Seattle to La Push lasted almost eight hours, so (Y/N) equipped herself with two books, plenty of snacks, and a fully charged iPod to handle the ride. She had gotten the earliest ride available always enjoying the intriguing mystery that 3 am travels brought. Her brown eyes surveyed the curious characters that voyaged alongside her a young woman sat with a sleeping baby in her arms, the dark circles under her eyes signaled the baby was still a newborn getting adapted to a sleep schedule; there was a middle-aged man, his eyes attached to a computer and a briefcase tight to his side; there were two teenagers, backpacks at their feet and shared headphones in between them. They were wearing light blue polo shirt and her school insignia embroidered on the left side of their shirt. She had seen them in passing, two freshmen still energetic and excited for their school life. She looked at them and smiled, remembering being in their shoes four years ago.

Four hours in, (Y/N) had finished one book, and the bus made its first stop in Port Angeles, the place where everyone that traveled with her got off. It wasn’t surprising to see from the top of her book as everyone got off, she didn’t recognize any of them from the reservation so it would have been surprising if any of them had stayed in the bus. For the next four hours, (Y/N) continued to read her second book surrounded by a comforting silence. The sun had risen about an hour ago and a nice warmth was streaming from the bus window and (Y/N) felt herself drift in bliss.

Her eyes fluttered open once again when she felt the bus finally rolling to a stop. She blinked a few times as she adjusted her vision to the bright midday sun and her brain restarted normal functions. The brunette gathered the bag with her travel companions and got up from the chair she had been glued to for eight hours.

“Have a good day,” the driver chimed as (Y/N) was walking down the bus.

“You too, drive safe!” The girl smiled and got her two suitcases out of the side of the bus.

(Y/N) got startled as she felt two arms wrap around her midriff and quickly swung her elbow back.

“Woah, woah, careful with those arms, (Y/N). It’s just me,” the girl turned around, a gleaming grin adorning her face.

“Sam!” She jumped onto the open arms of her older brother, seeing the years that had passed on his tired face.

“Look at you, darling. All grown up,” Allison Uley smiled, tears threatening to spill from her eyes.

“Mom, I’ve missed you.” (Y/N) hugged her mother tightly, noticing the difference in heights of her and her mother. Another thing she noticed was the strain between her mother and her brother. Before she left, they all had a very close relationship but now it felt like so many things had interlaced into their bond. “Let’s go home yeah?”

“I’m, actually I gotta go to my house,” Sam scratched the back of his neck.

“What house?” (Y/N) chuckled.

“I moved out, but I’ll come over for your welcome dinner.”

“Sam, she just came back. Don’t you wanna spend time with your sister?” Allison begged, wanting to have both of her children under the same roof again.

“I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“I just can’t, mom. Leave it.” Sam sighed. “I’ll see you at dinner, (Y/N).”

He kissed the top of his sister’s head and left. He wanted to tell them the whole truth, but he knew he couldn’t. Knowing that information would put them in a level of danger that he didn’t want them to be aware of.

(Y/N) stared at the retreating figure of his brother as he ran down the street, leaving her and their mother.

“What’s up with him?”

“Oh darling, if only I knew.” Allison sighed grabbing one of the suitcases her daughter had brought. “Let’s just head to the house so you can rest.”

“Yeah, let’s.” (Y/N) gave Allison a comforting smile and wheeled the second suitcase towards the truck.

The drive home was as short as she remembered, and the house hadn’t changed a bit. She walked up the steps to the porch and opened the old wooden door; it still made the same creaking sound. The house still smelled of seawater and pine, an odd mix but a comforting scent. (Y/N) regretted all the summers she missed here and all the days she spent away from her family.

She made her way up the stairs and entered the first door to the right. She ran her fingers through the stickers she had pasted on there when she was 13: a wolf, a rainbow, a heart, and a picture of her family. Her name still carved at the highest point of the door and she smiled at the memory of that. She sat atop Sam’s shoulder when she was just 12 years old, a trembling hand holding a pick as she carved as best as she could the name “(Y/N)”.

The doorknob as it was turned let out a squeaky groan and the door needed an extra push to open. The room had not changed at all. The walls were still painted a light green, the light switch still had the pink princess cover, the bedding had the little purple butterflies embroidered on them, and the pillows were all pink and purple. In a corner rested the five boxes (Y/N) had sent to the house from her dorm room.

“It hasn’t changed a bit,” (Y/N) commented as she felt her mother’s presence behind her.

“I didn’t want to change it until you came back,” Allison smiled. “But I’m sure you’d like to give this place a bit of a makeover.”

“Definitely,” she laughed. “I think I’ll go to Port Angeles this weekend, doing some shopping can’t hurt.”

“That’s true.” Allison side hugged her daughter as she laughed. She headed towards the door but stopped when she was called upon by her daughter.

“Hey, mom?”

“Yes, darling?”

“By any chance, do you know where Sam’s living?” Allison’s body stiffened but shared the information with her daughter. Maybe she could figure out why he’d just disappeared.

(Y/N) was surprised to hear he was living with a girl she barely knew. She knew of Emily Young through Leah Clearwater, but not much after that. Last thing she had heard Leah and Sam had been dating. She certainly had missed some very important pivotal points in her brother’s life.

The house wasn’t far, so she decided to walk there. Upon arrival she could feel the warm and inviting aura that the quaint house emanated. The blue door called to her as she knocked on it. It finally opened and revealed her brother.

“(Y/N), what’re you doing here?”

“I’m here to see my big brother. Is that such a crime?” She laughed.

“No, of course. Come in,” he smiled begrudgingly. “I don’t have much time so we gotta make this quick.”

“Wow, feeling the love there,” she chuckled passing through the doorframe.

“There’s just some things that I have to do before dinner tonight.”

“It’s okay, I get it. I just wanted to ask if you could help me on the weekend with my room. I’m bringing it four years into the present, gotta make sure it looks like an 18-year-old sleeps there.”

“Yeah, I’ll come over Sunday afternoon and help you then. Anything else you need?”

“Well, not exactly, but it wouldn’t help to catch up. You know make up for four years of chit chat conversations and get me up to date with at the happenings in your life.”

“There’s not much to say other than I moved out and I’m engaged.” He said nonchalantly.

“Excuse me?! You’re engaged and failed to mention that to me?”

“It’s not that big of a deal, (Y/N).”

“Yes, it is, Sam! You’re getting married and this is the first I’m ever hearing of this or the fact that you moved out or the fact that you’re engaged to your ex-girlfriend’s cousin. I think it is a big deal.”

“Okay, yeah. Kind of a long story on that one.”

“Enough time to tell it to me?” Sam hesitated. He could hear Emily’s truck approaching and two male voices coming back from patrol. He needed to get (Y/N) out of the house before they got here.

“Maybe another time. I’ll call you on Sunday, yeah?” Sam asked as he nudged his sister out of his house.

“I guess.” (Y/N) mumbled as she was pushed out the front door. “Bye.”

“See ya.” Sam kissed the side of her head and closed the door.

(Y/N) left the house with more questions about her brother that she had begun with but didn’t want to press on. There was no use if he wasn’t going to talk, so she walked back home.

Her mother had gone out, possibly grocery shopping for tonight’s dinner, giving (Y/N) time to catch up on some much-needed sleep. She walked up the stairs and into her room, plopping down on the bed not caring how she landed. All she wanted was to close her eyes and rest.

By six in the afternoon her eyes fluttered open once again. She could smell the dinner her mother had been cooking. The room had darkened as the sun was going down and thankfully her mother had turned on a lamp for (Y/N) to have some vision. The girl got up from bed and grabbed some clothes from her suitcase to take a quick shower before dinner. She stripped all her clothes off and let the water wash away all the hours of the day. As soon as the water started turning cold, she shut it off and got out.

For a second, (Y/N) stopped and stared at herself in the mirror above the sink. She barely recognized the girl staring back. The bags under her eyes were deeper than the last time she had seen herself in this specific mirror, her cheekbones were more defined than before, her skin paler than usual since she hadn’t really seen the sun in a while.

It didn’t take her long to change into some new clothes and head downstairs, where she saw her mother on the phone. Disappointment evident in her eyes.

“Sam, it’s your sister… please… ok, fine. Just don’t flake on her on Sunday,” Allison sighed, turning off her phone and slamming it on the counter.

“Everything okay, mom?”

“Oh, yeah, darling. Your brother won’t be able to join us, but Billy and Jacob, and the Clearwaters are on their way, and I also invited Charlie and Bella Swan. I hope you don’t mind that they join in.”

“No, I don’t mind. What about Paul?”

“You know I’ve never liked that boy, honey.” (Y/N) stared at her mother. Refusing to continue the conversation until Allison answered the question. “I did invite him, but he couldn’t come.”

“I love seeing you make an effort,” (Y/N) laughed and kissed her mother on the cheek. “I’ll set the table.”

“Thank you, darling.”

(Y/N) grabbed the 10 plates needed for the night and the respective cutlery. She still remembered how her mother liked the table arranged and set it as such. She set the vase filled with fresh flowers in the middle of the table, leaving space on the sides for the dinner platters. The arrival of the guests was soon after. (Y/N) had grown alongside Jacob and Leah, and on the summers, she would spend her times with the Swan girl. Once Seth was born, he became very close with the Uley girl.

“My oh my, (Y/N), how you’ve grown.” Billy Black grabbed Uley’s hand and smiled up at her, with the warmness that summer brought.

“Indeed, I have, and you haven’t aged a day in four years. What’s your secret?”

“It’s in the genes,” he laughed alongside the young girl. She’d always been a charmer, he thought “You remember my boy, Jacob, right?”

“How could I ever forget? Hey, Jake!”

“How you’ve been, (Y/N)?” Jacob approached his friend and wrapped her in a hug. “Been an awful long time.”

“Four years, that’s not much,” she smiled. “Come in.”

The father and son duo entered the house, and next came the Clearwaters. Harry, Sue, and Seth. No Leah. They had always been close to the Uleys, a bit of divide coming after the rupture between the eldest offspring of each family.

“Oh, wow, where has the time gone?” Sue commented, greeting the girl with a tight hug.

“4 years really do go by quick, don’t they?”

“They sure do, Harry.” (Y/N) smiled, motioning the couple in.

Finally, Seth walked in and engulfed (Y/N) in a tight hug. The girl was 5 years his elder, but he considered her one of his best friends. Seth and Paul were the only two people (Y/N) kept in close contact other than her family. For some time, Paul and (Y/N) had drifted apart but Seth always sent his monthly excited letters, updating her on what he had been up to.

“I missed you, (Y/N)!” Little Seth spoke into a bundle of brunette hair.

“I missed you too, Seth.” She smiled as he walked past her, joining his parents.

The last to enter were Sheriff Swan and Bella. The cop smiled at the girl and gave her a quick hug, commenting on how much she had grown, a low chuckle leaving his throat. Bella entered with hunched shoulders, possibly not wanting to be there but she still smiled at her old friend. Vague memories filled the girls’ heads of summer play dates and days at the beach.

“It’s been quite some time, huh?” Bella muttered.

“It sure has. It’s great to see you again,” (Y/N) smiled. “How have you liked Forks now that you’re back full time. Still hating cold weather?”

“Yeah,” the pale girl chuckled. “But it has its better days.”

The girls joined in a quick giggled before joining the rest of the group at the dinner table. Allison had already set the table and had said her hellos to the group.

The three males had engaged in sports conversations and the teens were all huddled in the kitchen munching on cheese and crackers and engaging in small chit chat.

“So, (Y/N), 18 and already a degree, how does that feel?” Jacob asked, stuffing his mouth with cheese and ham.

“Well, as good as it can be. Don’t know exactly what I’m gonna do now. All I know is that I’m taking a year off and taking a breather for the first time.” (Y/N) chuckled.

“I just can’t believe you’d spend all this time going to school, twice as much. I don’t like school at all,” Seth chimed in, picking apart the cheese and filling his mouth.

“So, you spent these past four years studying, including your summers?” Bella added.

“That’s correct,” (Y/N) smiled. “And now I have a degree and nothing to do with it.”

The group chuckled and moved towards the adults as they were being called to dinner. In the center of the table was a big platter of spaghetti and meatballs, (Y/N)’s favorite food, a tray of toasted garlic bread, and a bowl of a colorful mix of spring salad.

(Y/N) always enjoyed her mother’s cooking. Even on her saddest days, Allison’s cooking could warm her heart at any time. She and her mother had a very close relationship, even after four years of distance. Since her father left early in her life, her mother had always tried her hardest to make sure both her children were loved and cared for. And she stayed wondering where she had gone wrong with Sam and hoping (Y/N) didn’t stray away as her eldest had.

The dinner group had all taken their seats at the dinner table and were passing around the various platters, serving themselves their desired portions. Jacob and Seth were overfilling their plates, receiving a laugh from their respective parents. Charlie, Harry, and Billy were filling their plates with more protein than carbohydrates and the moms at the table smiled at the males engulfing the meatballs. (Y/N) looked around the table and smiled. It had been a long time since she had sat down with the important people in her life and was relaxed, even if two of them were missing.

After everyone was served, everything went almost quiet. Some background music could be heard from the living room and the sound of forks hitting plates and mouths chewing filled the environment. Everyone was comfortable with the silence, but there was still one question in everyone’s mind.

“Where’s Sam?” Seth spoke up, voicing everyone’s question. The whole table paused in action and Seth felt like a deer caught in the headlights. Sue softly elbowed her son. “What?”

“It’s okay, Sue,” (Y/N) smiled. “He couldn’t be here, bud.”

“Maybe he was feeling bad, like Leah.” He added earning a burning stare from both his parents.

“Maybe, Seth.”

“I just wanna apologize for our daughter missing this dinner. I know she really wanted to see you, (Y/N).”

“Oh, Harry, it’s really no problem. I’m sure I’ll catch up with her soon enough.” (Y/N) smiled trying to ease the tension felt in the room. She could see her mother gripping her fork tightly as she kept her head down. “But I would also like to apologize on behalf of Sam, I know he wanted to be here.”

Everyone simply nodded and went back to their plates. The rest of the evening was enjoyable. No one mentioned the pair that was missing, and (Y/N)’s past four years were questioned in depth. She had an answer for everything except “What are you gonna do now?”

She didn’t know and that’s what she answered. She mentioned she wanted to study medicine, having finished a degree in biology and always loved taking care of other people. Sue was excited, being a nurse herself. But (Y/N) had landed at a standstill in terms of her life and career. A vast portion of her life had been defined as a student and now that this part was over, she didn’t know who she was.

The dinner festivities were over soon thereafter, leaving Allison and (Y/N) to clean up after the group. The Uley pair put everything away in silence, exhausted from the eventful day. (Y/N) could see as her mother wiped away a few stray tears, sniffling behind her hair. The girl knew better than to bring the topic back up and left her mother with a kiss on the temple and a good night.

Upstairs, (Y/N) prepared herself for bed. The event had drained nay energy still left in her and she plopped down on the bed with a small thud. She had prepared her clothes for the next day, knowing her energy would also be drained but still excited to have this change. Her eyes fluttered close as she heard in the distance her mother’s quiet footsteps on the staircase, darkness overtaking her.

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Reflection Of You | Chapter 16

Genre: Historical!AU, Timetraveller!AU/ Different Dimension, Romance

Pairing: SUGA x Reader, Yoongi x Reader

Characters: Normal!Reader, Idol!Suga, King!Yoongi, Guard!Seokjin, Guard!Jungkook, RoyalAdvisor!Namjoon, Servant!Jimin, Servant!Hoseok, Prince!Taehyung

Summary: Confirming you were dating the famous Min Suga of BTS, you knew you were bound to make some enemies. But what you didn’t expect was to be cursed, leading you to meet a cold-hearted, arrogant king that shares the same face as your rapper lover.

Jimin tries his best to keep you away from Yoongi, not wanting you to see the ugly side of the king.

Chapter warning(s): Mentions of blood, threats, slight violence. There are executions.

“One day, I wanna cook for you.” You told Jimin as you dug into your lunch.

“I’ll pass on that meal.” Yoongi said from beside you. You whipped your head to him, sending him a glare.

“I don’t believe I was talking to you! Your name isn’t Jimin, now is it? And I wouldn’t want you eating my food anyway! Now stop eavesdropping.” You hissed, sticking your tongue out at Yoongi. He just made a mocking face at you to which you just gave him a dirty look.

“What do you cook, (y/n) nim?” Jimin asked.

“I definitely don’t know how to cook food like this. You can call it food from the future I guess. With migration and introduction of different cultures, we usually fuse flavours together.” You explained.

“That sounds-”

“Horrible. Destroying the exquisite tastes of Joseon by mixing it with other things.” Yoongi interrupted Jimin.

“Hey, Yoongi? I don’t know if I’ve ever mentioned this to you but you’re really annoying! Shut it!” You shouted. Jimin covered his mouth as he snickered, watching the both of you argue.

“I was going to say that sounds very nice, (y/n) nim. I look forward to it when the time comes.” Jimin smiled sweetly. You immediately melted, surprising Jimin with a big hug. Of course, you could count on him to be so kind and genuinely sweet with you. Jimin caught Yoongi looking at the both of you and gently pulled away.

“Finish your lunch, (y/n) nim. Then we can go find the gardener.” Jimin cleared his throat, redirecting your attention.

“Right, I better hurry then! Although, I wanna change out of this new hanbok. I wouldn’t want it to get dirtied.” You said, looking down at your dress. Jimin nodded his head with a bow.

“Yah, don’t choke on your food.” Yoongi said.

“What kind of flowers do you want in your garden, Yoongi? Like any particular kind or colour?” You asked, completely ignoring what he said.

“You can decide. A variety of colours would be good. It’s your garden as much as it is mine, (y/n).” Yoongi said nonchalantly. However, you were not expecting your heart to skip a beat at his words. You cleared your throat awkwardly, nodding your head with a hum.

“Done!” You shot up.

“Aish, you gave me a shock!” Yoongi frowned, putting a hand over his chest. Jimin giggled and held the tray of empty bowls.

“I’ll be back to escort you to your room to get changed, (y/n) nim.” Jimin said and you nodded excitedly. He bowed his head and left the throne room briefly. You walked up to Yoongi, plopping down beside him.

“Can I help you?” He asked, not looking away from his food.

“Nope.” You popped the ‘p’. You watched him eat, resting your chin on your hand, until you saw his exposed wrist pop out from his sleeve as he was getting food.

“You’re still wearing it.” You grabbed his hand suddenly.

“What are you talking about now?” He asked, snatching his hand back from your grip so he could continue eating.

“The bracelet that we got at the market last night.” You held up your matching bracelet with a sun charm. Yoongi stopped chewing, lifting his hand to see the similar bracelet on his wrist, just that he had a moon charm instead of a sun. It stood out amongst the other gold and jade jewellery he wore and yet, it was the one he favoured the most.

“Of course. Do you think I would just get rid of it?” Yoongi frowned, slightly offended by you.

“No. I just thought you would remove it during your court duty. You know, it’s not as extravagant or expensive as your other bracelets and bangles. Almost dull in comparison.” You shrugged.

“The price doesn’t matter, (y/n). If I like it, I’ll wear it. It doesn’t have to be gold or rare stone for me to favour it.” Yoongi said.

“I’m glad then.” You smiled softly.

“Jimin should be back soon. Better wait for him so you can go get changed. Be good and don’t cause the gardener any trouble.” He patted your head. You scoffed at his words.

“You make it sound like I’m always causing trouble.”

“Was I not obvious enough that I was implying exactly that?” Yoongi chuckled. You slapped his arm.

“You’re so mean, Min Yoongi.” You crossed your arms. Jimin came back and you grabbed his arm, storming off with him to your room. Yoongi watched you disappear down the pavement, dragging poor Jimin along with you, a small smile making its way to his face.

“Here, (y/n) nim.” Jimin changed you into a simpler outfit, which was a short sleeved wrap around top and some pants. It looked similar to what a farmer would wear. He secured the ribbon holding your top together.

“Thank you!”

“No worries. Ready to go?” Jimin asked. You nodded and he slipped your shoes onto your feet.

“Bye, Hayan.” You stroked the sleeping kitten’s head before leaving with Jimin. Before heading to the actual garden, Jimin took you to the kitchen’s garden, where the vegetables and fruits grew.

“Woah. There are so many different kinds of fruits and vegetables here.” You gasped at all the different plants.

“Here, try this.” Jimin picked a strawberry for you to eat. It was so sweet and refreshing that you let out sounds of happiness. After looking around a little more, you and Jimin headed to the main garden. The gardener was already there, watering some of the plants. When he saw you approaching, he immediately bowed to you.

“Good afternoon, agashi.” He bowed. You bowed your head back. You saw that he had a variety of potted plants and flowers that had already bloomed, ready to be planted into the ground.

“Are these all the options I can choose from?” You bent down in front of the small pots to take a closer look.

“There are seeds too. But of course, that will take a while to grow and bloom. So I have some already bloomed flowers too.” He explained.

“Yoongi wanted a bigger variety of colours.” You conveyed. Standing back up, you looked around the garden to see the plants that were already there. There were a lot of warm toned colours.

“I like the blue hydrangeas.” You pointed.

“If you would like to match, these are seeds for purplish-blue Chinese bellflowers (aka balloon flowers).” The gardener showed.

“Perfect. What about this flower? It’s so pretty.” You gently touched one of the flowers that was in the pots. It was white flower with yellow in the middle.

“Ah, it’s a magnolia flower, agashi. Would you like it too?” He asked. You nodded your head. You looked through the other flowers, pointing out which ones you would like and even deciding where they would be planted. It was all coming together rather well.

“What do you think, Jimin?” You turned to him.

“Maybe we can add more hibiscuses? They have always been the royal family’s favourite flower.” He suggested.

Yes, you remember Yoongi telling you before that the Hibiscus syriacus (or Korean rose) was the national flower of Korea. And that it has been growing in the gardens of Korea for centuries unknown.

“There are different colours from white to dark pink.” The gardener explained.

“Let’s get a mixture then.” You decided. When all the plants were chosen, you insisted on helping to plant them in the soil.

“A-Are you sure, agashi?”

“Yes. That’s why I’m dressed as such. Don’t worry, just tell me what to do and I’ll try my best not to make a mistake. The same as what we did last time right?” You smiled. He nodded and you began digging into the soil to place those plants, that were already in pots, into the ground. You hummed as you covered the roots and patted the soil down.

“Let me, (y/n) nim.” Jimin helped you with the fertiliser while you moved on to the next. It was rather fun and you did learn a lot from the gardener.

“These need less water.” The gardener instructed.

“Does Namjoon like plants? Back at home, the only one who would talk to me about plants is him.” You giggled.

“Actually, yes. Advisor Namjoon is the one who assists me in watering the plants every morning before his court duties. And he comes to admire the garden every now and then.” The garden said.

“He’s the same then.” You smiled, remembering all the conversations you would have with Namjoon, as well as his little plum tree that he cares for.

“Namjoon back home has a little plum tree that he brings around. He takes really good care of it and loves it. It’s about this big only and blooms a pretty red once a year.” You showed the estimated size with your hands to Jimin and the gardener.

“Ah, a plum tree? Actually, that plum tree there is advisor Namjoon’s.” The gardener pointed to the big tree that was covered in flowers.

“Wow.” You stood in awe.

“It’s pretty. And advisor Namjoon harvests the plums once they’re ripe. They’re really sweet and we use the remaining to make plum wine.” Jimin said from beside you. You nodded your head.

You continued working hard, removing all the plants from the pots to plant into the soil. Then you planted all the seeds.

“Grow well!” You cheered as you watered the soil.

“Agashi, you remind me of jeonha’s mother. She loved this garden and was the only queen I’ve ever seen willing to get her hands into the dirt to plant everything.” The gardener said.

“Yes, that’s why this garden means a lot to jeonha. He doesn’t really like plants or has an interest in gardening but admiring the plants and making sure it’s maintained makes him happy. When I was a kid, I always saw him taking walks with his mother here. They were sit on that bench by the middle and just read for ages.” Jimin explained.

“That explains a lot then.” You smiled.

“I’ve worked here for many years, even when my father was the palace gardener. Only the former queen and you have voluntarily done this.” He chuckled.

“When the flowers bloom, it makes all the hard work worth it.” You laughed. When you removed your gloves, you took a seat to take a break.

“Here you go. Thank you for your hard work.” Jimin poured you a cup of cold tea. You received it with both hands and sipped.

“We should go show the new flowers to Yoongi.” You stood up once you finished your tea. Jimin’s eyes widened as he suddenly jumped in front of you, holding his hands out.

“W-We can’t!”

“Why not?” You tilted your head.

“Uh, we’re all covered in dirt. We should go wash up first before seeing jeonha or we’ll just be dragging mud with us everywhere.” Jimin said. You looked down at your mud covered shoes, Jimin was right. You nodded and bowed to the gardener before leaving with Jimin.

“We should get more strawberries to snack on.” He led you to walk by the back, where the kitchen was. You weren’t that dense that you couldn’t tell Jimin was acting weird but you would question him later.

“I’ll get a bowl to put them in.” Jimin said, running into the palace kitchen to get a bowl.

“Just put them here.” He handed you the metal bowl.

“Which ones should I pick?” You bent down. Jimin was beside you, guiding you on which ones looked good enough to harvest. It wasn’t long until you had a bowl full of strawberries.

“Are you sure we can pick so much?” You asked, laughing when you saw Jimin struggling to balance everything.

“Don’t worry. A lot more was already harvested prior.” Jimin assured. You held his hand and the both of you went back to your room. Jimin placed the bowl of strawberries down and assisted you with your bath. He ran the water, adding some boiled water so it wasn’t so cold while you undressed. There were water stains, plant pieces and dirt all over them.

“Thank you, Jimin ah.” You said, soaking in the tub.

“You’re welcome, (y/n) nim. Enjoy your bath.” Jimin bowed, collecting your soiled clothes before leaving the wash area.

“Ah.” The warm water was nice to soothe your aching knees and hips from having bent down so much. You sunk under and rose again, using your hands to push your wet hair back.

“There are fresh towels here when you’re done, (y/n) nim.” Jimin’s voice sounded.

“Maybe I should just stay here forever.” You replied.

“Then you’ll be a prune.” Jimin giggled. You laughed along, starting to actually clean yourself. You made sure to wash and scrub all the dirt and sweat off your body, using the nice scented soaps.

“I’m done.” You said to Jimin. He knocked before coming in with the towels. You helped you with drying yourself before applying a lotion on yourself. Even after Jimin dressed you back into a regular dress, he rubbed lotion into your hands, giving you a nice massage.

“Ah, you don’t have to.” You shook your head.

“That’s alright, you’ve worked hard today, (y/n) nim. I have to wait for your hair to dress anyway.” He smiled, continuing to massage your hands.

“Jimin... you’re acting weird. Should I be concerned?” You asked with a tilt of your head. Jimin stopped for a mere second, looking up at your curious eyes with a clear of his throat.

“There’s nothing wrong.” He said.

“Liar. I know it has to do with Yoongi.” You scoffed. Jimin remained silent, standing up and heading to your vanity to get your hair brush.

“Is it about his meeting now?”

“It’s nothing really, (y/n) nim. It’s just... may not be a good idea to go visit him now. There are court trials today and they tend to make jeonha... very angry. Especially if there are executions.” Jimin tried to put it nicely.

“I see, so he’s just deciding the fate of prisoners? Well, I mean if they did something really bad then they should be punished accordingly. But you’ve been here longer than I have and if you think seeing him now isn’t a good idea then we can just stay here. No big deal.” You smiled at him through the mirror as he brushed your hair.

“Hayan.” You placed the kitten in your lap, the topic changing immediately. Jimin smiled at you, happy that you didn’t question him further. You didn’t need to see the horrors of execution day.

“Here.” Jimin handed you the bowl of strawberries. He stayed by your side as you laid on your bed and munched on strawberries while playing with a very active Hayan.

“I SAID GET OUT!” You heard Yoongi’s voice loudly, making you sit up.

“I’m guessing that’s what you mean by angry?” You turned to Jimin. He nodded his head sheepishly.

Yoongi looked at the scene before him emotionlessly. With one swing of his robe, he turned to head back to his throne. Hoseok was quick to run to his side as he removed his stained outer coat. He dropped it onto the ground while Hoseok scrambled to pick it up.

“That’s all for today?” Yoongi turned to Namjoon. Namjoon nodded his head rather solemnly. But Yoongi didn’t really care. He waved for Jungkook and Seokjin to approach his throne.

“Get the cleaning crew then.” The king said. The advisor stood up and bowed, calmly walking out the door, narrowly avoiding the mess.

“Shall I get-”

“No.” Yoongi cut Hoseok off, picking up the robe that you had returned to him earlier. He slipped his arms through, casually tying a messy knot before sitting down onto his dragon throne. The robe had your faint scent.

“Is she still in the garden?”

“No, jeonha. She had returned to her room with her servant after finishing in the garden earlier.” Jungkook informed.

“Hmm. I’ll dine with her in the dining room. I know this place won’t be cleaned in time. Useless.” Yoongi spat. Hoseok, Seokjin and Jungkook, unable to reply to that, just gave Yoongi a deep bow. The door opened and the palace maids entered to clean the place. Yoongi laid across his throne, legs swung over the leg rest like usual.

“Seokjin, Jungkook, go ahead and clear the trash. These fools take forever. It’s a waste of time to wait for them.” Yoongi ordered. The two guards bowed and took the stack of boxes at the side, leaving the throne room immediately.

“Excuse me, jeonha.” Hoseok approached Yoongi with a wet cloth. Yoongi grunted, closing his eyes.

“Make sure I’m spotless.” Yoongi said.

“Yes, jeonha.” Hoseok bowed his head, gently wiping the king’s face with the dampened cloth. Yoongi took this opportunity to rest for a short while since Hoseok was cleaning him.

“J-Jeonha.” A new voice entered. Yoongi merely ignored the voice, staying completely still. All the palace staff knew not to disturb Yoongi during this time, it was an unspoken rule unless you wished for your own death. Even Namjoon was quiet and did what was told without any hesitation.

“Jeonha.” The voice called out to him repeatedly.

“Hoseok. Stop.” Yoongi said and Hoseok immediately retracted from him. Yoongi dropped his head to the side, opening his eyes to stare at the figure that stood before him.

“What? You want to share the same fate as them?” Yoongi asked, boredom laced in his voice.

“N-No.”

“Then get out. While I’m still letting you.” Yoongi said, turning back to close his eyes. He raised his hand for Hoseok to continue cleaning him. Hoseok gently wiped his hands clean, making sure not to miss a spot.

“Jeonha-”

“I SAID GET OUT!” Yoongi rose from his throne, anger burning in his eyes. He threw Hoseok aside harshly, not caring if the servant got hurt but Hoseok also knew better than to voice anything. Yoongi marched towards the lady, who was quick to back away. He grasped her neck, causing her to choke. He pulled her close until he was breathing on her.

“Let me tell you. No one crosses me. Nothing escapes me alive. Now let me ask again. Do you want to share the same fate your concubines did, Mrs Lee? Because I can gladly make that happen if that’s what you wish.” He growled.

“N-No!” The older lady gasped. Yoongi released her, causing her to crumble to the ground, hand around her neck as she struggled to catch her breath.

“You should consider yourself lucky that you at least still have one.” Yoongi stood over her. She scrambled to her knees, fully submitting to the king in front of her. Yoongi turned to sit back at his throne.

“Take this warning. If you want to continue walking, you better play by the rules of this palace.” He said.

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motherjoel · 4 years

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shameless (spencer reid x fem!reader)

summary: you’re known as the office flirt but reid can’t take the shameless flirting anymore

a/n: i honestly don’t know how i feel about this one its very cliche but i felt like writing it lolll

wc: 3.4k

warnings/includes: gunshot injury, basic criminal mindsey stuff

“Woah, pretty boy got a haircut!” teased Morgan as he walked to his desk in the bullpen. Spencer shied away from Morgan’s teasing hands, ducking just in time to avoid his hair being mussed. He told himself he didn’t want or need the opinion of anyone, especially not Derek Morgan, but he couldn’t help the racing of his heart when you walked into work with two coffees and a paper bag in hand. You couldn’t help the smile that took over your face when you made eye contact with him- he blushed at the attention, this time welcome.

“Wow! Hubby’s got a fresh cut!” you said, setting a coffee on his desk and running your fingers through his hair. He blushed at the nickname- it was a running joke that you were his work husband, and you both happily played along. Morgan scoffed when he didn’t flinch at your touch, jokingly annoyed. “It looks good, Reid,” you said more quietly before settling in at your desk across from him. He nodded in thanks and pursed his lips at an attempt to hide his smile.

“It’s really not that big of a deal, d-did you know that the average American cuts their hair every 3 to 4 months? Statistically speaking, this is long overdue,” he said, turning his attention to the paperwork in front of him.

“You know I love any haircut on you baby! With that bone structure…” you teased, satisfyingly leaving Spencer flustered.

“Damn Y/N, what’ll it take for you to flirt that shamelessly with me?” asked Morgan, leaning on your desk with his mug of coffee in hands.

“All you had to do was ask, hot stuff,” you said, squeezing his arm and standing up to bring some pastries you had bought before work to Garcia.

The two of them watched you leave, Morgan shook his head and sat back down. Spencer reluctantly began to speak.

“You two… you make it look so easy,” Spencer said, commenting on his lack of flirtation skills. Morgan looked up, confused.

“What, you wanna learn to flirt?” he asked, taking a sip of his coffee with a raised eyebrow.

“Forget it,” Spencer said, focusing on the coffee you had gotten him, admiring the way you wrote “hubby” in swirly handwriting on the cup.

“Wait… I know what this is,” said Derek, turning his swivel chair so his body faced Reid. “You like Y/N,” he smirked.

“N-wha?” Spencer asked, sputtering into his drink.

“You didn’t even bother to deny it! Damn Reid, I should’ve noticed sooner. You got it bad,” Morgan laughed, shaking his head.

“I just- ugh,” Spencer groaned, putting his head in his hands. “She flirts with everyone, Morgan,” he huffed. “She just thinks of me as… as entertainment. I’m just a game to her, just a way to pass the time at work,” he ranted, getting increasingly frustrated.

“Oh, you got it bad…” Derek teased, getting the attention of Emily who was a desk away.

“Reid’s got it bad? For who?” she asked, intrigued by the love life of the resident genius.

“I don’t have anything for anyone,” Spencer defended, blushing furiously at this point.

“Pretty ricky has a thing for a certain agent…” Derek said, widening his eyes and nodding his head at your empty desk. Emily gasped.

“Reid, you should totally ask her out! You two would be adorable,” Prentiss said. “Nice haircut, by the way,” she commented as she sat back down at her desk. Spencer was considering a hat.

“So… have you seen Reid’s new haircut,” Garcia asked, wiggling her eyebrows at you as she took a bite of her croissant.

“Yes, yes,” you smiled at your hands. “He looks very… handsome,” you decided.

“I bet that's got you all hot and bothered, huh?” she asked, nudging your leg that was leaning on her desk.

“God Garcia, I just said he looks handsome!” you swatted her arm with a laugh.

“Come on, I’m no profiler but I know all that ‘work husband’ stuff is just your way of getting out your true and deep feelings for boy genius,” she said, trying to pry some information from you. Knowing Garcia, you had tried to keep from exposing your crush to her- once she knew something, the whole team knew it. But at this point, you felt like it was obvious how you felt about him and you didn’t care to deny it any longer.

“Okay. Maybe I… have a little crush on him,” you blushed and looked at your hands, avoiding the elated gaze of Penelope Garcia.

“Oh. My. Gosh. You guys are going to make the hottest couple, I mean with his bone structure and your, well, everything, your babies are going to be beautiful.

“Right! His face was chiseled by the greek gods or something,” you giggled, excited to finally be able to discuss your crush to a teammate and friend.

You gossiped for a bit longer before beginning the work day. You wouldn’t lie- you stole more than a few glances at Spencer’s new haircut. Every so often, you would meet his eye when he was already looking at you, you smiled and winked at him and he just widened his eyes and averted his gaze.

“So, what’re you doin tonight Reid?” you asked, getting his attention.

“Oh, uh, not much. I might… read,” he said, mentally face palming himself at the dull response.

“Well, what about coming to my place and cracking open a bottle of wine? We can play some tunes, get to know each other…” you trailed off as he looked at you with wide eyes. Before you knew it he was storming off into the break room, seemingly upset. You sat with an open mouthed stare, turning to JJ. “What was that about?” you asked and she shrugged,

“Should one of us… go after him?” she asked, and you nodded and stood up to follow him. He was standing in the break room, leaning against the counter and looking at his hands when you walked in. He was startled when you entered, looking up at you quickly.

“Spence, is something wrong?” you asked, tentatively walking closer to him.

“When you flirt with me. Is it a joke?” he asked, looking at you intensely.

“Well… I…” you stuttered, not wanting to tell him the truth.

“Because you really take it too far. I mean, is it that much of a joke, the thought of being with me? You just can’t even fathom looking at me as anything other than your nerdy friend,” he said, leaving little room for you to speak

“Spence-” you tried to interrupt.

“I know I’m stupid for even thinking you’d like me, I mean I was stupid enough to fall in love with my best friend and now I’m stupid enough to tell her but I did and now things are gonna be weird but I can’t just sit here and let you touch me and joke-flirt with me for a laugh, because it’s more to me, Y/N. It’s,” he said, his voice breaking as he looked at you. You were speechless, and Spencer seemed as if he just realized his confession. Without another word, he stormed back into the bullpen and continued to work. You stood in your place, stunned for a moment, before making your way back to your desk.

You were silent the rest of the day, only speaking when spoken to. You didn’t know how to process the information- he loved you. He loved you and you just stood there, silently as he spilled his guts to you. The guiltiness you felt lingered the rest of the day. You didn’t know until that moment in the break room earlier that what you felt for him was love, too. From the movie nights turned sleepovers in your apartments to the french movie festivals where he would whisper-translate in your ear, you’d have this familiar feeling upon seeing him. You assumed it was just a very strong crush, but nobody had ever made you feel this way. When he confessed his love for you, the ache in your chest screamed love. And you didn’t know how to tell him.

The team was called in for a case the next day, so your plan to pull him aside to talk was foiled. The case went on for a couple days with little to no leads, and they were left with one option- to go undercover. The plan was that you and Spencer would pose as a husband and wife (fitting) at a fancy restaurant. The unsub was kidnapping and killing the wives of rich men, and the restaurant you were eating at tonight was his next target. As much as you protested, Hotch insisted that you and Reid were the best options- you did look pretty similar to the victims, but Hotch’s reasoning for picking Reid was unfounded. You assumed that Morgan suggested the two of you as a way to resolve your problems (and as much as he tried to hide it, Hotch always somehow knew about the drama going on). As Emily and JJ helped you get dressed and ready, your anxiety about the night was increasing.

“How am I supposed to go undercover with him when I know… what I know?” you asked, refusing to use the “L” word. After the break room incident, which was overheard by most of the office, everyone seemed to come to their own conclusions about the two of you.

“Y/N, why won't you just tell him that you love him back?” asked Emily as she curled your hair.

“I just… I haven’t had the chance. I mean, he didn’t even think I liked him! How could I not? He’s smart, funny, sexy as hell…” you trailed off, JJ laughing from the bed she was sitting on.

“Well, who knows what'll happen tonight,” JJ said, flipping through a magazine.

“Yeah, catching a serial killer really sets the scene,” you commented, finishing your makeup by applying some lipstick.

You were soon ready to go, donning a silky red dress and black heels. Emily and JJ walked with you to the hotel lobby where Spencer was already waiting with Morgan, deep in conversation. You walked up to Reid, his back turned to you, and tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around and immediately gulped, unintentionally looking you up and down.

“You look…” he started, unsure of the right word to use. Derek patted him on the back, bringing him back to life. “Beautiful. You look beautiful,” he said with a small smile.

“Oh, well thank you,” you blushed and reached up to adjust his tie. “You don’t look too shabby yourself,” you smiled at him, and you wanted to tell him you loved him right then and there. You decided, however, that it wasn’t the right moment.

“Rossi is already at the restaurant keeping an eye out, as well as some plain clothes officers,” said Hotch as you walked to the SUV that would drop you off. “Remember Y/N, when you hear the signal that the bathroom is empty, excuse yourself to go to the restroom. If we’re correct, the unsub will follow you soon after and we can make the arrest,” Hotch explained as you nodded along. You were anxious for the night ahead of you, but the thought of sitting across the table from Spencer for an hour or two made your heart race more than the serial killer who would target you. You discussed the case on the way to the restaurant in the back seat with Spencer, Hotch and Morgan occasionally chiming in from the front seat.

When you arrived at the restaurant, Spencer immediately put on his act of rich husband. You became hyper aware of his hand on the small of your back as he led you to the table and the way he held your hand across the table once you sat down. When Spencer went undercover, he seemed like a different person- all of the confidence he never had seemed to bloom to life.

“So, hubby, what do you think you’re gonna order?” you asked with a smile, using your old nickname for him. He seemed to get colder and he let your hand go in favor of the menu.

“Um, probably some pasta,” he muttered, reading through the choices. You could feel your heart drop.

“Spence… can we talk about the other day?” you asked, trying to get his attention from behind the menu, which you did.

“Y/N, I hardly think that now is the time-” he started.

“But when will the time be? You’ve been avoiding me at the hotel, on the jet, at the police station, I just wanna talk,” you pleaded, and he seemed to soften a bit.

“There isn’t anything to talk about. I told you I loved you and you just stood there, which I get because you don’t feel the same way. It’s fine, we can just go back to being friends,” he said, seeming actually sincere.

“But that’s the thing Spencer, I just- I love you okay!” you raised your voice, getting some strange looks from the older couple next to you. Spencer's mouth made a small “o” at your confession. “I love you, and you’ve been ignoring me these past couple days and it felt like I was losing my best friend. And I love my best friend,” you said quietly, lightly laughing through your tears. He looked like he was about to speak when you heard in your ear the signal- the signal that the unsub would follow you to the bathroom. It was go time. “Excuse me honey, I have to use the ladies room,” you said, plastering a fake smile on your face and standing up. He watched you with awe as you walked away, before his eyes were trained on the man who was following you. He fit the profile exactly, and it took everything in Spencer not to attack the man right in that moment.

You entered the bathroom and looked in the mirror, pretending to adjust your makeup. You were only in there alone for about 30 seconds before the unsub came in grabbed you, holding a gun to your head. You began to enter panic mode- you didn’t have a weapon on you as the profile didn’t call for it. He wasn’t supposed to grab you right away, and he wasn’t supposed to have a gun. He pushed down on your airway with the crook of his elbow as you struggled against his grip.

“Hello, agent. You think I didn’t notice all of the undercover cops? How naive” he said with a smirk. You could see your reflection in the bathroom mirror, and you were embarrassed about how pathetic you looked. Spencer and Rossi stormed in with their guns raised at you both- the look of panic on your face said it all.

“Daniel, put the gun down,” Spencer said, his gun still cocked at the two of you.

“Are you kidding me? I have your precious agent’s life in my hands and you’re trying to make demands?” he said with a maniacal laugh.

“Daniel you know you’re not getting out of this alive. Look around you,” Rossi said as more agents entered the bathroom. “You’re surrounded. So just put the gun down and we can get you both out of here safely,” Rossi reasoned.

You could feel his grip loosen on you slightly, but before you knew it, there was a sharp pain on your left side. You heard yelling as you fell to the ground, ankle twisting on your heels. The knot in your ankle didn’t compare to the searing pain in your abdomen. You were wet, there was something wet. Your own blood, you guessed. He had shot you. You told Spencer you loved him and you were shot minutes later. You felt pressure on your side as you looked up to see Spencer, hands pressed firmly on your wound.

“You’re gonna be okay, Y/N, just look at me,” he said. You had tried your best to stay awake but the lull of sleep was too tempting. You gave Spencer one last weak smile before you let the darkness take over.

The smell of saline and steady beeping poured through your senses. You opened your eyes and immediately recognized that you were in a hospital. That bastard shot you and you were in a hospital. Looking around the room, you noticed Morgan sitting in a chair in the corner and Spencer sitting in a chair much closer to you, resting his head on your bed. He seemed to be asleep, Morgan was looking out the window.

“Hey hot stuff, how long was I out?” you croaked, fidgeting with your hospital gown.

“Hey, there's my princess,” Morgan said with a smile, pulling his chair on the bedside opposite of Spencer and sitting back down. “It's been a day, but we know a bullet can’t take down Y/L/N for too long,” he joked and rested a hand on your leg. You laughed softly which turned into a cough, immediately waking Spencer.

“Y/N! You’re okay,” he said, grabbing your hand. You smiled at him and Morgan made a kissy face at you before leaving quietly.

“Yes, I’m okay,” you laughed before looking down to see your foot in a boot. “Now how the hell did I do that? I thought I was shot?” you asked, memory still a bit spotty from the night before.

“Oh, that was from when you fell. You twisted your ankle on your heel,” he said, looking at your boot. “Did you know that U.S. emergency rooms treated 123,355 high heel related injuries between 2002 and 2012?” he asked, his nervous habit of rambling making itself known.

“Hm, I can’t say I did,” you giggled. You shifted over on the bed and made enough room for Spencer to lie next to you. “Come here,” you said, patting the empty space. He looked at you with a raised eyebrow, as if you were crazy. “I said come here. I was just shot, wasn’t I?” you asked as he sighed and clumsily crawled in next to you, resting his arm under your head. He was on the opposite side of your wound thankfully. You shifted your head to rest on his chest and listened to his heartbeat.

“I was really scared,” he confessed. “I saw you go down and I thought about how stupid it was for me to just ignore you these past couple of days,” he said, looking down at you.

“Spence, it’s not your fault. I mean, I could’ve just said I loved you when you said it to me,” you said and you could feel his breath hitch in his throat. “What?” you asked.

“I just… can’t believe it,” he smiled in disbelief. “Do you really love me? Or were you just going really deep undercover because I would totally understand if you- mph,” you cut him off with a kiss, his eyes closing immediately, body going almost rigid. You pulled away after a moment, eyes still closed.

“Does that tell you what you need to know?” you questioned. He opened his eyes to look at you, still in shock, before he leaned back down and pressed his lips to yours once more. This kiss was longer, and when the entire team walked in during that moment, you swear you’ve never been redder.

“Damn, I guess my princess found her prince,” Morgan teased and punched Reid in the arm, who was still lying next to you. You simply pulled him closer, resting your hand on his chest. Emily and JJ both squealed at the sight and you buried your face in his shoulder.

“I knew you kids would work it out,” Rossi said with pride.

“You guys need to sign a relationship form when we get back,” Hotch said sternly. You looked at him in shock- you were sitting in a hospital bed and this man was talking about forms.

“Damn Hotch, they just got together,” Emily said, shooting you a wink.

“Alright, alright. You have a week,” Hotch joked, and you laughed, ignoring the pain in your side. The team, your family, stayed and laughed with you for hours before all but one of them left. Spencer spent the night next to you in the hospital bed, reciting poems and cuddling you until you both fell into a content sleep.

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i-simp-for-gintoki · 3 years

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Gojo, Yuji, Megumi reacting to their s/o being injured and not noticing

“Uh How About Gojo , Yuji , Megumi React With S/O that have High Pain Tolerance Like They Don't Realize That They Have Really Bad Injury Until Someone Point It Out To Them?” -anon

I dont have megumi on my character list but i’ll still try to write him!

Also look at me using warnings cause my friend yelled at me for not using them before

But was there really a reason to use them before??

Warning: mentions of blood and injuries, its really not that descriptive tho

Gojo Satoru:

He knew you were strong and knew that you were more than capable of taking care of yourself

Which was really nice for him because he doesn’t need his mind filled with pointless worrying

But every now and then you guys see a curse that gives a bit of a challenge (not for him tho) and end up receiving a few injuries

“Guess whos back?” you called out

Walking to the front door to greet you, gojo’s smile faltered a bit as he laid eyes on you

There was just a giant piece of metal stabbed into the back of your shoulder

“Welcome back. I see your going for a new look. Have to say im not the biggest fan” he says putting his shoes on

Raising a brow you question his wording and where he’s going

“We are going to go and see Shoko”

“Huh? Why”

Gojo points to your shoulder and you let out a surprised noise as you finally see the problem

“When did that get there?!” you yell

How you didn’t notice this before was beyond Gojo

“This explains why Ichiji was freaking out so much then” you say going to remove it but gojo stops you

“You might not feel it but lets have a professional help you okay?”

“But whyyy” “becausssseee” he says using the same tone as you

“It’s smarter”

“Woah, Satoru using his brain? Maybe im not the one who should be getting checked out”

He chuckles as he opens the door for you. “Mean. Now lets go”

Sighing you nodded your head and both went off to see Shoko

Itadori Yuji:

Gojo had sent you two to clear out a building of curses

It was relatively easy

There was one or two curses that gojo failed to mention but you both still exorcised it

Meeting back up with you on the first floor his happy smile immediately dropped

“What happened?!” he yells running over to you

“Huh? Oh one of the curses ripped my school jacket, no biggie” you shrug and look down at your stomach

The white shirt you wore underneath the uniform was completely red and shredded

“Ah”

“Don’t ‘ah’ me! Thats really bad!” he says sitting you down

He pulls out some emergency aid and does his best to patch you up

“Did you seriously not notice??”

“Not at all, i just have a high pain tolerance”

“I think this is more than having a ‘high pain tolerance’, theres something missing up there”

“RUDE”

“I DIDN’T MEAN IT LIKE THAT”

“No hugs and kisses for a day” “No fair! Er-enough about that for now, we gotta let Gojo-sensei properly patch you up”

“Honestly, Yuji. I’m fine”

“No you’re not!”

Fushiguro Megumi:

Similar to Yuji, you guys had just finished a mission and were meeting back up

Seeing your state his blank look turned more surprised

Head bleeding and one shoulder clearly out of place, that didn’t stop you from smiling brightly

“That was pretty easy right Megumi? Since we did this under an hour Gojo-sensei owes us ice cream”

He deadpans

“Are you serious?” he asks making you nod your head

“Of course! I want my f/f icecream!” “No not about that, are you just going to ignore your injuries?”

“Injuries?” he sighs and walks over to bandage your head

“You’re heads bleeding and im pretty sure your shoulder is dislocated” “Oh wow” “how did you not notice??”

You pause and look like your genuinely in thought

“Maybe it was the adrenaline?” “Theres adrenaline and theres being completely unaware that your seriously injured” he says wrapping your head a bit tighter than necessary

“Should i just pop it back in?” you ask gesturing to your shoulder “i’d rather you let a pro do it”

“like gojo sensei?” “I wouldn’t trust him with this…”

“You wanna do it? I probably wont even flinch”

He denies your request since he doesn’t want to make it worse

“Aww, Megumi you do care about me” “what makes you say i dont? Of course i care! Especially if your injured” he says with tinted cheeks

You laugh and give a quick kiss on the cheek much to his annoyance

“Lets go get that icecream” “injuries first”

“how boring”

#Gojo satoru x reader #Itadori Yuji x reader #Fushiguro Megumi x reader #gojo satoru #itadori yuji #fushigruo megumi #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen headcanons

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jiminrings · 3 years

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umm maybe this is me projecting bc i am messaging you during my break but for a drabble request, yoongi in a retail setting???? 😐😐😐😐 oc could either be a co-worker or a regular customer who asks too many questions 😔😌

retail-type beat

drabble week: day three

drabble week masterlist

pairing: customer!yoongi x retail worker!reader

wordcount: 3k

glimpse: "hi! almost thought you were hiding from me for a second. anyways, is this sweater wool or cotton?"

feedback + support mean the world to me!!

the last time you checked, work doesn’t start until nine

you kNEW it doesn’t start until 9 in the morning, so clearly that’s why you’re just wearing slides instead of your sneakers

the company uniform is either black or purple (it has to be from what the store is selling though so you can get to choose) with of course!!!! a lanyard!!!!

and you know this, because you’re still wearing your slides from home because it isn’t opening time yet

“goddamn it, i forgot to bring my slippers,” jin moans the moment he walks to see you, looking down on your feet that only reminds him he’d be stuck in his cool yet painfully uncomfy sneakers

he’s probably the only co-worker that you’re truly close with, not feeling the urge to sell him just to get a free day

“i told you to get the sneakers that nurses use!!”

hands-down one of the best purchases you’ve ever made

retail’s hard and it’s not exactly the best-paying job!!! thankfully the franchise owner is a bit more generous so that’s why you get slightly-higher hourly pay

“i would if they looked a little more seasoned,” jin snorts and stubbornly crosses his arms, “i might sacrifice my pride and buy some compression socks.”

OOOOOH THOSE ARE GOOD TOO

makes you feel like ur walking on air

but lol no seokjin isn’t ready to buy those just yet

he’ll settle on some blisters and putting salonpas patches because they look cooler that way, thank u very much <3

jin yawns, talking about finding a steam iron somewhere to replace a blowdryer so he could break in his shoes

“you wipe the glass this time.”

oh right he absolutely hates wiping down the glass — even before opening!!! even when there aren’t any grubby kids that would soil it instantly with their equally as grubby hands

you don’t mind it honestly

you might honestly like it

you prefer wiping the glass a hundred times over than steaming clothes

there is nOT a single thought in your head when you spray on the solution to the glass, rag and squeegee tucked between your fingers when-

maybe you should’ve hOLY FUCKING SHIT

it’s not opening!!!! it is nOT nine o’clock in the morning!!!!

you know that the shop you’re working in is pretty fucking famous and it’s located on one of the most populated streets ever BUT THERE’S ALREADY SOMEONE

although the bucket hat seems familiar from a distance and-

oh it’s just yoongi

yoongi?

yoongi’s already here????

yoongi, the guy in question, is an always customer!!

no, not a regular customer — an always customer

he comes every week and maybe even twice within that period

he’s a nice talkative customer who likes asking questions and even occasionally guides the other customers on what to buy and where to find it

he’s yoongi!!! of course that’s expected of him

he’s been going here long since you ever started working here, and jin keeps iNSISTING that he’s been here more frequently since you started like a year ago

but doesn’t he come at eleven in the morning?

“woah, yoongi’s already here? — doesn’t he come at eleven in the morning?”

?!!?!!

“i was just thinking the exact same thing.”

jin bangs the glass with his fist and you automatically wince and frown

you dO like cleaning the glass panes!! you didn’t say you liked cleaning them a second time :(

“YOONGI!”

“YES??”

you push jin’s fist away to wipe at the smudge his hand left

“IT’S NOT OPENING YET!”

“I KNOW!!”

wow they’re uh

they’re really loud

sometimes you forget how seokjin could be since it’s been awhile since you heard him yell

lol no one’s been shoplifting recently so you haven’t been hearing him

a mind-blowing idea is for jin to come outside and talk to him in a normal talking voice, so your ears would stop ringing

“HEY! WHAT IF YOU JUST ENTER EARLY IN?”

“REALLY? IS THAT EVEN ALLOWED??”

"YOONGI, EVERYONE ON THE FLOOR KNOWS YOUR NAME. NAMJOON EVEN GAVE YOU A CUSTOMARY BIRTHDAY GIFT, AND WE DON'T GIVE CUSTOMARY BIRTHDAY GIFTS TO ANY OTHER CUSTOMER!!"

namjoon, who technically should be called mr. kim because no one really thinks to call the franchise owner with their government first name, is actually pretty cool

but he's too busy these days and haven't been visiting because he's too busy tending to his newly-opened coffee shop

as if the money he earns from opening his franchise in a day alone isn’t enough :0

"IF YOU SAY SO?"

you’re the one who hikes up the roll-up door in the slightest, enough for only yoongi to enter and not encourage anyone else to nOT enter when it’s still not opening time!!!!

he only has to crouch a little but he still has to dust his thousand-dollar pants as if he crawled through mud

his cream-colored slacks with a large black hoodie that has a giant bear embroidered on the middle of it and mules

... you don't hate his outfits

pretty cute, actually

it's yoongi!!

you'd never catch him lacking!!!

you don't even have to envision him rocking the shit out a paper bag

one time, he came in the store wearing the WRINKLIEST brown linen jumpsuit that no iron could possibly fix and he still pulled it off

toon-teen-ten!

oh god that’s the sound of the intercom

and the sound of the intercom equates to jungkook

... as in jeon jungkook who’s the floor manager and his constant top one goal for every month is to endearingly annoy seokjin

he’s young and mischievous!! but if you were to ask him, only you and jungkook are the people in this floor he’d actually get drinks with outside the shop

“seokjin come to the lingerie department right now, please.”

you see the thing is :D

“now this is just funny

there’s walkie-talkies for everyone here!! jungkook likes intercoms, and seokjin like yelling!!

“WHY ME AGAIN?? I’VE ALREADY FOLDED-“

“there’s a literal rat and i need yOU to catch it!! you know that i hate rodents!!”

him and jungkook are forever gonna be on this eldest-youngest brother dynamic and while jungkook pouts and shared the extras that he gets, jin is the one who kills the bugs :D

10/10 totally fair

fine then!! he’ll catch that goddamn rat

that leaves you and yoongi. alone.

“why did you come so early this time?”

you ask out of courtesy, genuinely baffled too because you know that yoongi’s a creature of habit

yoongi’s eyes pop out, head fervently shaking no

“i’m typically not the type to do that, no.”

???

is he-

are you-

are you both talking about the same thing

yoongi’s face flushes in embarrassment, his mind just then registering what you were actually saying

“o-oh! it’s because last night, i dreamt of the sweater i saw here last week!!"

oh right

typical :D

"need me to find it for you or do you already know the aisle?"

you align the folded shirts by the corners as you pass, looking at yoongi briefly while he trails behind yoh

“not unless you pulled it out already."

he's hoping that dear god you haven't

the black sweater with the moon aND buildings on it and when you turn on the flash, the windows of said building reflect it right back???

he SHUDDERS just by thinking about it

it’s gonna go with everything!!! an instant boost of serotonin every time he sees it

"for you, yoongi?" you shake your head, a small smile on your face that he only sees every once in a while, "i'd comb through the entire stock room."

wait

that’s sweet :((

“i’ll hold you to that.”

you know what??? you're less cranky when it's only him, and a couple of hundred people less

your smiles aren't for customer-service and you don't have misplaced clothes hanging from your shoulders and your walkie-talkie isn't talking in latin

or when no one’s asking you to reach something from the top shelf

or when you’re on the way to the intercom because a kid got separated from their mother

or when someone’s approaching for a refund for a shirt who has a stain that’s 100% no doubt customer error

his feet immediately move on its own because he’s memorized the outline of this too many times

there it is!!!

the sweater he’s dreamt about is already on his hands, only a handful few left

the piece is considerably more expensive than majority of the items here, so that’s why they’re all spaced-out instead of being clustered altogether

yoongi rarely goes to the dressing room, regardless if it's a full-house or not!!

he could just look at an item and immediately tell that it’s made for him ta know

he's beyond sure that this sweater fits him perfectly, but he may want to be here a little longer

yoongi may have say inside one of the fitting rooms and spent a little time in it just to sit on the chair inside, not fitting the sweater at all

he's gotten his item SO quick and he wished he could've just walked slower or pretended to not know where it was!!!

he wants to spend a little more time here

you don't hate yoongi!!! but sometimes he could just be... yoongi

he's quite talkative and strikes it whenever, making you unguarded

he could be overbearing but like an overbearing kind of nice

yoongi’s nice!! he’s the type to ask a lot of questions sure, but he’s also the type that would point the other customers what to buy and where to find it

he’s the type to find an obvious faulty stitch on a shirt, but he’d just quietly exchange it instead of asking for the manager

he’s the type you wouldn’t want to stand behind in line because it would take a long time for him to finish, but he’s also the same one who buys giftcards with generous amounts for family and friends

yoongi’s kind of cool and that’s cemented on your mind

"what do you got for me?"

he materializes out of nowhere, spooked because you thought he already ringed up and was out of the store already

it just happens to be ten minutes before opening and you’re doing last-minute arrangements on a new spread

well, yoongi most certainly is still here and his attention’s piqued

“we have... a new collection."

you clear your theory, awkwardly gesturing because you’re more than aware that yoongi hasn’t seen this either

“yeah, i know that. but like, what's going on??" he gestures to the displays and racks, squinting his eyes, "what's the theme? what's the material?"

uhm you haven't read the brief about this

you aren't even sURE if there is one!!

doesn't everyone make up something on the spot in retail

or atleast that’s what seokjin tells you

“the theme," you clear your throat, scratching your temple before gesturing towards the full rack, "is everything."

“everything?

yoongi’s eyebrow is raised, not expecting that answer at all

you look back to the new feature, and nOW that you think about it,, there's no cohesion at all

“y-yes. the shop was going for the theme of uhm, everything... all at once — yeah, that's it. everything all at once."

it’s a nice way to put it when not one bit of the new collection goes together

“hmmmm. i like it,” yoongi nods solemnly and tilts his head, “and the material?"

"the material?"

you repeat, eyesight not the best so you can’t really tell anything off the bat or uh aNYTHING really

"t-the material is shirt."

they're all shirts!!! that’s it

yoongi grimaces in disgust, the first time you’ve seen of it

“what?? you can't say that.”

he outsretches his hand to the nearest article, holding it up by the hanger

"this, right here, is satin. see how it shines like silk, but doesn't feel like silk?"

uhm yes

you have a gist of what he’s saying but yes

yoongi picks up a pink button shirt this time, flipping it inside out

"this, is silk charmeuse. look at the inside, is it smooth?"

okay where is he going with this

he urges you to put your hand on the fabric and uhhh you didn't sign up for this???

it looks smooth, sure!! end of discussion

"yea-..."

“it's not. it's rough. it is smooth, but it's dull. silk charmeuse is still silk, but the backing it has is different from the lustrous part."

okay yoongi

you’re starting to feel uncomfortable and it has to do something with the tone he’s using on you

“can't believe you didn't know that!! how about this," he plucks out a shirt with a tiny print at the middle of it, "cotton or polyester and rayon?"

"i don't-"

there’s an itch in your neck that you want to scratch, a tell-tale sign that you just wANT to remove yourself from this situation

“come on!! it's a dead giveaway!!"

:((

why is he being like this?

toon-teen-ten!

“y/n, panty section please. jin almost got bit by a mouse and he needs comforting. two minutes until opening, people!!"

jungkook speaks at the right moment, and jin’s little incident is enough of a reason for you to bolt

yoongi's still looking at you but you can't afford to embarrass yourself further

“bye. happy shopping."

huh?

yoongi’s face falls when you leave as cold as that!! typically when you were going to show him out (when it’s regular shop hours), there’d be a smile :((

there's not even a customer service smile :(((

yoongi goes to the only cashier that's open so far and it happens to be far away from you and a teary seokjin

seokjin's fine he didn't even get bit!! that much he could say

but are you okay? uhhh you kinda went cold on him by the end and he thought he started on a good note

yoongi doesn't visit for another week and you don't find yourself counting the days until you meet him again

you did not have a devil wears prada moment where anne hathaway has an epiphany for fashion knowledge

you just felt belittled at a job that isn’t exactly what you wanted anyways

needed, yes. but wanted? not exactly

you know that basic knowledge about clothes is required in a retail job like this and you have it!! you do!!!!

you’d know more if only there were actual available resources for employees to know!!! nobody besides yoongi asks anyways

you’d know if you have time to yourself and aren’t working two jobs trying to make ends meet and tHEN you could pull up a book or something!!!

you’d know if your life is as lax as yoongi’s and could have the budget to buy new things for yourself every single week

“jin, i need to ask you something.”

he hums as called, looking at you briefly until you get on with it

“do you know the difference between silk and silk charmeuse?"

he shrugs casually while you're sitting inside one of the closed-off fitting rooms to catch a break, sharing a burger because the store’s packed-packed

why did you ask him? it’s too easy

“one's made by worms, and the other's a pokémon."

that,.,., could not possibly be righti* it brings you a laugh and you honestly don’t even try to correct him

it’s 11:15 and you kNOW it’s time to resume your shift, straightening your shirt because atleast one (1) person would hound you when they see a familiar red lanyard

oh you’re hounded alright

“hi! almost thought you were hiding from me for a second.”

yoongi????

you haven’t seen him for a week and you don’t know what to feel in all honesty

"anyways, is this sweater wool or cotton?"

wow

you're quite speechless as he holds up the item

really?

this thing all over again???

why are you even surprised

the only thing that yoongi gets your customer service smile, fishing your hand from inside the sweater to show him

“70% wool."

that's it???

NO GOOD MORNING????

you're mad at him, aren't you?

he knew it :((

he knew something was wrong but he just didn’t know what

he’s gonna fix this!! he will

which is why the very next day, he takes the day off from his work and comes to the store at a time he knows you’d surely be there

you're on cashier duty and you like it actually :D

you have an option to sit and the way you’re just gonna scan pricetags (and occasionally enter the code if it doesn’t work) is really appealing

“good morning!"

you’re about to grab the items from the basket laid on the counter and your eyes could only see the very familiar hand

the same one you’ve seen go through racks and racks

yoongi??

he sets his items one by one, buying himself more time

the first one is the same exact sweater he came to wait for before opening

“you already bought this."

you tell him even before you could hold it back, looking back at him briefly before you scan the tag

“i know. i just wanted to see you."

yoongi threw a bunch of other items (individually) so it would be a longer talk, but you scan each item quickly that he’s grabbing things from the counter

hand sanitizer!!! hair ties!!! keychains!!!! yeah he needs them

“i'm sorry that i tend to spring shit on you most of the time. you don't need to know the difference between silk and silk charmeuse."

you only chuckle then, a meek smile on your face

"it's okay, yoongi.”

“it's not."

... it’s not?

yoongi fidgets, opening and closing his mouth like he’s nervous!!! he’s never had his credit card cancelled but he could only feel that this type of jitterness is more than the former

“can i make it up to you? no lanyards, no baskets, no customer service?? i don't wanna fuck things up with you."

“don't feel obligated-"

“i know i could be a condescending ass who expects people to automatically know fabric and whatnot, but i wanna make it up to you."

alright yoongi’s a really good apology-maker

you mIGHT be even flustered a little

“you're holding the line, yoongi.”

“i cleared my schedule."

“i haven’t!!!!!” - guy in the back

“dinner at my place at 8. i-i promise to make your hard-earned break after your shift worthwhile!!!"

hmmm

maybe that wouldn’t hurt

“okay. just because you're holding the line."

“fine by me."

:))

yoongi transfers all the items he bought, all but one, to his tote bag

he hands back the paper bag to you, scribbling his address on the back of the receipt before he does

he lingers a little while at the counter, the people behind him ALREADY switching lanes to the one seokjin’s just opened beside you

it's the sweater that he has too

yoongi scratches the back of his head, this time being the meek one

“what? m-matching sweaters for our first date. s'cute."

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char-lotteral · 3 years

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Ticket Booth

Great. Just what she needed.

Amity being stood up on her blind date.

Again.

"This is just ridiculous." She sighs to herself, impatiently alternating between checking her phone and the watch on her wrist just to avoid human confrontation from any passersby on the street.

I mean, is she surprised? Not really. Did she hope it would turn out different? Kinda

Not like this was the first time Ed and Em had set her up on another blind date. You should head out more! Meet new people, get a change of environment!

New people, my ass. If ever she gets a chance to meet these said new people, that is.

Amity checks her phone again with a big bright 8:10 PM, humiliating her at every passing second. Tick, tick, tick. There's that sound of that unnecessarily large wall clock hung in front of the movie theaters, more people arriving in front of the ticket booth, hands interlaced and smiles all warm and happy, and goddammit; her date was supposed to be here 10 minutes ago!

The wind's gotten colder, the theaters getting overcrowded, her feet hurt from standing too much, and in attempt to hide herself from the sad, despicable, cynical reality of it all, she huddles herself inside her massive winter cloak, tendrils of bubblegum hair sticking out from the side of her hoodie.

Why God, why did she agree to go to this?!

"Are you waiting for someone?"

Snapping out of her thoughts, Amity whips her attention towards the (cute) lady behind the ticket booth. Not one for initiating conversations, she coughs to suppress her shyness and answers, "Uh y-yeah. I have a um, a date. I'm waiting for them."

The lady behind the ticket booth smiles this really cute smile of hers and suddenly Amity has forgotten her name altogether. "You know, I don't wanna sound rude or anything, but the movie starts at exactly 8:15. And I don't think you'll be able to see it if you're gonna be out here, freezing in the cold."

She laughs tucking a hair behind her ear. "Yeah well, this isn't my first time being stood up so I guess I'm used to it at this point."

"Wait, you're being stood up?"

Stupid, stupid, stupid. Now she thinks you're some hopeless romantic.

Shaking her head frantically, she manages to salvage herself from this stranger that she has a sudden urge to impress all of a sudden. "W-What? No! I meant my date was um busy and they texted me too late, so I guess I am kinda freezing my ass off outside the movie theater. But not because I was waiting for them the entire evening! I-I have better things to do than um..."

Being stood up by my blind date who hasn't even met me! Crap, maybe I am the problem?

"Better things to do like stand outside in the freezing cold?"

Her eyes dart towards the ticket lady who no doubt is feeling sympathetic for her pathetic ass and as she does, there's still that smile of hers etched on her face, looking down at her with some sympathy but she doesn't mind, she likes how she's looking at her. Had she already mentioned she thought she was cute?

"O-Or that." Amity answers pathetically, chuckling at the absurdity of it all.

"Tell you what," The lady in the booth begins. "Maybe I can refund you for the tickets? I won't tell my boss or anything, they'll be fine with it."

Ticket lady was being awfully nice to her, which was strange because most strangers usually had a fight or flight response whenever they saw Amity talking to them, probably because of her intimidating aura, which she doesn't really blame them for. This cute ticket lady on the other hand, was a whole different story.

"Oh no, my sister's already paid for the tickets online, plus I don't think these two tickets are refundable so um, I guess I'll just have to watch this movie alone or maybe sell my ticket to someone who actually has a date." She giggles again, internally sorry for her own situation.

The cute ticket lady pauses for a second, attention a bit distant and elbows perched above her desk. Amity debates with herself whether or not she should just say fuck it and watch the movies alone, at least until ticket lady finally looks up and meets her eye to eye. And woah, she never knew eyes could look that brown.

"Hey, how about I watch it with ya?"

... What?

"What?" She parrots her thoughts. I'm sorry did she hear that right?

The lady smiles even wider, eyes pinched from the apples of her cheeks and a smile so bright, it could rival the stars above them. "You heard me. I wanna watch it with you!"

"You wanna... watch it with me?"

" 'Course I would. That is, if you'll allow me? I promise I'll pay for the tickets, I'm not scamming you or something."

"Oh um, can I ask why?"

The lady laughs again, oblivious to the damage she's been doing to Amity's poor stomach. Butterflies seemed like a stupid analogy, it was like the entire zoo came in to visit. "I can't let a pretty girl walk inside that movie theater all alone. There might be some serial killers inside there."

Oh.

Well, this turned out to be the best possible scenario she could come up with.

Pretty girl? Her?

This night just keeps getting better and better.

Feeling uncharacteristically playful, she refutes back, cheeks ablaze by the little compliment. "And how do I know that you're not a serial killer, plotting to bury my body?"

Her eyes are squinting from absolute mirth, clearly not expecting her to reply back. "I can prove to you that I am not, in fact, a serial killer by politely introducing myself. "Luz Noceda. College student by day, billionaire philanthropist by night."

"By billionaire philanthropist, do you mean ticket booth manager? Because I think both are equally badass."

Luz shrugs, unfazed. "Eh, its hard living the double life. I have to keep my identity hidden so no one assassinates me in broad daylight."

Simultaneously, they both laugh at their dumb topic, and Amity has never felt this alight with another person before. Her chest feels tighter, her cheeks hurt from smiling so much and she thinks that maybe, just maybe, this night might not be as bad as she initially thought it would be.

"So, have I proven myself worthy? Can I watch it with you?" Luz is practically bouncing on her feet, tail wagging like a retriever waiting for her treat. She looks so damn adorable behind the ticket booth that Amity's heart threatens to jump out of her throat and melt right in front of her.

So what if a cute girl wants to watch a movie with you? Big deal! It's not like she's asking for your hand in marriage. It's not like it's a date or anything.

Oh God, is it a date?! Oh no, no, no. What has she gotten herself into?!

What if she says yes and embarrasses herself right in front of her? They barely even know each other! They don't know each other at all! What if this really, really cute girl doesn't actually like her and is just doing this out of pity and turns out they'll never see each other again, and, and—

"Hey, earth to bubblegum, I'm still here. In case, you forgot. I don't wanna be all rude or anything—"

"N-No!" Amity cuts her off so quickly, she's on the verge of a panic attack. "You can watch it with me! We can watch it t-together! I'd l-love to!"

Smooth move Blight, smooth move.

Her words seemed to be enough to calm Luz down and she feels like she has God to personally thank for for that beautiful smile of hers. Honestly, how can one smile like that? It's that type of smile that could brighten an entire room or the physical embodiment of joy, youth and everything else good in the world.

"Wait, but what about the ticket booth? Are you allowed to leave it alone?" Concerned, Amity asks Luz as she walks out of the booth.

"Nah, Eda won't mind. I think. I-I'll be back before she even notices I'm gone. Won't be a problem! Hopefully." Taking off her cap, Luz locks the door behind her, tucking the key safely in her pocket. She looks back at Amity, eyes gleaming from the adventure of it all. Eyes that remind her of chestnut and coffee on a cold, serene morn. And a low, pixie cut to tie it all together.

Luz hands out her palm, anticipation and adrenaline coursing through her, she's smiling that sunny smile of hers again, cheeks flushed and hair a mess from the stuffy cap and Amity thinks to herself again that wow, she really is cute.

"You ready?"

Two words, two simple words from a stranger she's never even met before. What would Ed and Em think if they saw her right now, watching movies with a random girl she doesn't even know? Her instincts are telling her to go, leave, maybe find another night to watch the movies, you can pay for the tickets another day, you barely even know this person!

But when Amity finally looks up from her hand to those chestnut eyes and that smile of pure unabashed warmth, she's made her decision.

She's positive that her cheeks are the brightest shade of red, practically glowing under the cheap porch light, but if she squints, just enough, the same shade of red are on Luz's cheeks too, flushed and cherry red, just as she was. Nervous albeit excited, just as she was.

"I thought you'd never ask."

#lumity #the owl house #lumity fanfiction #amity blight #luz noceda #modern college au #hey hey hey lookie its my first lumity fanfic

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bitea-sweetea-roseytocin · 3 years

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Ooo hi I saw you take requests? I have a writing request if you want to :))

So here is my idea:

Remus has a notebook given to him by the other sides to write his thoughts down in. See, Remus has clear impulse control problems so this notebook of for him to write his thoughts down instead of just doing and saying whatever comes to mind. It gives him a chance to think about it. Sometimes, maybe like once a week give or take a few days one of the other sides will sit down with him and read his thoughts with him just to make him feel validated and heard. Well this particular time one of the sides (of your choice) sat down with the notebook and found some rather interesting things.

Now, you can take this one of two ways (it’s really all up to you!)- You can make this something angsty (hurt comfort), or you can make it something shippy! It can be any Remus ship you want but I personally am more partial to intrulogical hehe 💙💚

Take your time and have fun with it!! Have a good day :)

Ah! Ty for the request! I started writing it on the day you submitted it, but Tumblr deleted it after a while of not saving :') so now my motivation to do this is deterred

Anyway, this'll be my first time not writing something Roman centric =w=""

Remus held the book in his hands. He remembered the day Roman gave it to him, when he risked traveling into the dark scape because he knew his brother needed this. Because he did, too.

An outlet.

A place for his monstrosities to be, other than inside his head, allowed to torture him to their best abilities. The illusions his mind creates are no longer just in his eyes. It's no longer insanity- it's creativity. The journal isn't the first one. But he and Roman make sure to keep eachother stocked up; they get filled rather quickly. The Imagination holds an entire library dedicated to their filled journals from over the years.

The journals have also become sort of diaries to them. So, imagine what were to happen if one of them got lost? The possibility of their secrets being seen by unbidden eyes.

Remus burst into Roman's room, "Ro!"

Roman jumped from his spot at his desk, "Jeez- ! What is it?"

Oddly, for Remus, he seemed almost anxious, "Have you seen my latest journal?"

Ah, that explains it. Roman understands the severity of losing something that holds your private thoughts. He stood up from his desk chair, turning to face Remus better, "No, I haven't. Is it missing?"

Remus nodded, unable to speak through the panic coursing through his veins, the hormone mixing with the feeling of the plasma we call blood rushing through veins and arteries, rest in his heart, which is thumping with vigor, the- Remus shook himself. The imagery coming on its own with nothing to do with it, "Thoughts, thoughts thoughts, thoughts, blood, where? Everywhere? It is me, I am thoughts and blood and gore and death and slime, and..."

Roman pulled his brother in, the physical touch of his second half grounding him, finally balanced out with his brother there to help him.

"Breathe, Ree...I get it...I'll help you look for it, okay? Do you have any spare journals?"

Remus shook his head. He had just started this one, he was too busy brainstorming on the pages to remember to restock.

"Okay, do you have the focus to conjur any, right now?"

Remus shook his head again. No no, of course not! He's too focused on the one that's missing!

"Alright, that's okay, Ree. I get it. Here, use this for now," As Roman spoke, he pressed a plain black book in the unstable man's hands, "Get some thoughts out on that, then we can start looking, okay?"

Instead of answering, he made the rest of the way into the prince's room and started letting the thoughts out.

"Feel better?"

Remus let out a breath and nodded, "A lot, thanks. Can we go look, now?"

"Of course, let's go."

It took hours. The sun was gone in Thomas' living room and they were still tearing the place apart, searching absolutely everywhere. Remus was tempted to just dismantle the mind palace and look through the stuff that gets left behind. The fear was boiling in his gut in the ocean of acid.

"What if we don't find it? My blood, sweat, and tears went into that book! Pieces of my heart are in there, I can't lose it, what if someone else finds it and reads it?"

Roman shuddered, because he didn't believe that Remus was being metaphorical, "I understand the severity of the situation, Ree. We should go look in the Lightside, now..."

Remus shrugged as much as his slumped posture will allow, "Sure..."

"We'll find it, Ree..."

"That's not what I'm worried about. If I lose it? Fine, I have others, I can start a new one. I'm scared of someone else finding it and reading it... there's things in there I don't want others seeing..."

"I get it, you know I do. We'll get it back before anyone else can even know it exists, alright?"

Remus just shrugged off his comforting hand, "Stupid prince, always making promises you don't even know if you can keep. Don't do that to yourself and don't do it to me. I'm not stupid enough to fall for that shit."

Roman recoiled, almost physically, "Sometime, people just need reassurance."

"And then, when you're wrong? I know you don't like breaking promises, Princey."

"...Then hopefully we'll figure it out."

"You're such a fucking optimist, it's gross."

Roman rolled his eyes, "I'm helping you look, be nice, you doofus."

"Oh wow, "doofus", I'm so offended," Remus said without much effort.

Roman ignored him.

"It's not HERE!" Remus screamed, a pot crashing through the wall.

Roman manged to muffle the noise and quickly put it back together, "We will, this was only the first room in the Lightside. You need to calm down."

"I can't! What if someone else already found it and read it? What if they hate me? What if they never wanna talk to me again because nothing in there makes sense, what-"

Roman caught his hands, "Woah! Woah...Remus, when did you start caring so much about what the others think of you?"

"I don't!"

"But...-"

"I don't care about what Logan and the other think of me."

"Of what...Logan and the...? Remus...is this about Logan?"

Remus hesitated just long enough.

"Oh great Aphrodite, it is..."

"Aphro-? NO! No, I don't!"

"Remus, is there something about Logan on that book?"

Remus said fuck it in his mind and sighed, "Yes... I...some fantasies...that he might not approve of..."

"Oh, Remus..."

"What if he finds out, and he...? He just doesn't...?"

Roman hit his brother on the head, "This is why you're a doofus. It doesn't matter if he finds it, you have nothing to worry about."

Remus rolled his eyes. Literally. He rolled them like dice and Roman had to look away, but got the message.

"How would you know?"

It was Roman's turn to roll his eyes (PROPERLY).

"I'm leaving you to figure that out. But, I do."

"Sure. Whatever. Asshole."

Roman moved on to look in the next room.

A flash of green leaped onto him and he was tumbling over, the item in his hands flying out.

"Remus!"

The man scrambled over and snatched the book up, "Did you read it?"

"I- no, Remus what is it?"

"It's mine. Roman, I found it!"

Roman? Since when do those two talk? But, as Remus said, Roman walked in.

"Oh, thank Hades."

"Logan had it."

Roman sucked in a breath, "Did he read it?"

Remus shook his head, relief is a weird expression on the man's face.

Logan wouldn't mind seeing it more.

"What is this about?"

Roman took the liberty of answering, "The book is Remus' and it's private. Reading it would be invasive."

"Oh, my apologies, then. But, I had just picked it up, it was left over from Remus' running through the room and into the Imagination, along with some other debris I cleaned up."

"It's alright, nerd."

Logan's gaze lingered on Remus a bit, before he bid his farewells, reminded Roman of some work he needs to do by Friday, then left.

"Y'know," Roman said as they turned to walk back, "You could tell him how you feel."

Remus scoffed, "I'm not self destructive, like you, RoRo."

Ignoring Remus' jabs is difficult for the prince, nevertheless, "And do, pray tell, how it's self destructive?"

"Because he'll say no and that will hurt. I don't like when things actually hurt. I'm not risking him hating me even more."

"Woah, woah, he doesn't hate you."

"Doesn't he? I'm chaotic, irrational, vile, ik everything he fights to keep under control."

Roman digested this and thought hard on how best to explain this, "But that's exactly why you two are perfect for each other. You help him let loose when he's being a stick in the mud and he helps you keep in control of yourself and stay organized.

"You're delusional. He doesn't like me, he can't Ro. It goes against our very beings! Go ahead and fool yourself, but you can't do that to me. That's just cruel." Remus disappeared and Roman sighed as he tried to brush off his brother's words.

As the embodiment of romance, he thinks he'd know when a couple will work out or not. How will he convince his brother and Logan of that? He supposes he can't blame them for that, who would listen to the love advice of someone who loves someone that loves someone else? Kinda hypocritical.

"Just leave me alone!"

"Remus! Would calm down? Just listen to me!"

"No! You're a liar and I hate you! Do you want me to get hurt? You're an asshole you good for nothing prince!" He screamed. Why won't his brother let this go? Doesn't he see that everyone is better this way?

"Fine! You're right! Is that what you want to hear? Call me an asshole, call me stupid, call me evil or whatever! But I'm not wrong! Why don't you believe me? Ha! Why am I trying to reason with the self proclaimed unreasonable?"

Remus looked down from his perch on the guillotine, "Wait, RoRo-!" But he was gone.

"Fuck."

He rushed out, hoping to Loki that he didn't do too much damage.

"Roman!"

But he found who he wants looking for.

"Why are you screaming in the middle of the common room?" Came that cool and sexy voice.

"Looking for my brother, duh."

"Funny, I just spoke to him."

"Where'd he go?"

"Not sure, but he told me to stop being a robotic fake and confess to you."

"He- ? ROMAN!" Remus summoned a hammer and maybe there's a new hole in the wall.

"He was right, surprisingly."

Remus was not expecting that, "Come again?"

"I have noticed, over the course of our interactions, that I have developed feelings that I didn't recognized until Roman brought them to my attention. Remus...I have romantic feelings for you."

And it was the last casual and calculated confession Remus ever heard. He imagined something with ropes. But it was the best thing he ever heard. He didn't expect to be crying.

"Remus?"

"I like you, too..."

Logan brightened and stood up, his heart beating unnaturally, yet pleasently, as he moved closer, "Then... perhaps we...?"

But before he could finish, Remus pulled him in and there was no need for words.

Part 2 with what happened with Roman afterwards?

Ty so much for the request and I apologies for the long wait.

@fireflyjunkie

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Lover - Percy Jackson x Fem!reader

SUMMARY: You’ve crushed on Percy for years, him on the other hand? It’s more of a recent development. That doesn’t mean he likes you any less.

(Older Percy & reader - they're like 21) ALSO idk perfectly what happens in trials of apollo so let’s just ✨ignore that ✨ & this isn’t sexual despite what the title may suggest

WORD COUNT: 2.7k

A/N: hi friends this is for @fromthewatertribe ‘s 1k follower event!! Im sure most of you have but if not definitely check out their work!! Its soooo good I promises and ugh their Leo fic?! *chefs kiss* anyway idk if this is any good oop I tried

PROMPTS USED: 9 & 11. (they’re bolded)

WARNINGS: swearing, mentions of ptsd & anxiety, kissing stuff lol ish eh idk, mentions of percabeth breakup?? Does that count?

MASTERLIST: here!

An obnoxiously red and orange light filters into the motel room, even with the old and tattered curtains closed, the motels’ sign conquers its way through the fabric. Sighing you flop yourself on the faded, probably twenty-year-old bed. Nose scrunching as some dust raises into the air, consequently letting out a sneeze.

“Bless you.”

“Did you just bless yourself?”

You winced at the reminder someone else was in the room, exhausted after the two-day travel to a motel room in the middle of whoop. “Yeah…”

“You really are something, aren’t you?” At the calm amusement evident in his tone, your heart rate began to slow down. He didn’t think you were crazy.

You let out a breathy laugh. Wow, I wonder how those stains got on the ceiling? Lava monster perhaps? Are those even a thing? Probably.

“Yeah… well, someone has to Jackson.” You glance towards him, he’s sitting at the small, poor excuse of a dining table. Heart rate picking up again as he gives you a small smile, already having his eyes on you this entire time.

“If I don’t, who will?” you continue.

“Touché. In that case, I’ll do the blessing from now on; you deserve a break.” Shooting you a wink. Instantly feeling flustered at his action, you fight the urge to cover your face with your hands.

Oh, Percy, if only you knew you’ve already been blessing me for the past six years.

“Even say…. If we’re in a battle?” you muse.

He gets up from the table and walks towards you. Once he reaches your side of the queen bed, he kneels, grabbing the hand closest to him, while putting his other on top of his heart. “Oh, y/n l/n, even with my dying breath.”

With that, you burst into a fit of laughter. This boy and his sarcasm.

You play along. “Hmmm what a great tale that will be. The one and only, Perseus Jackson, spending his final breath on sweet old y/n l/n. How dare you burden me with such a legacy to live up to! They’ll think I’m your lover, you know. Demigods all around the world will come searching for me, just to gawk at the beauty that stole your heart.”

At this point, Percy has fallen from his kneeling position, completely lying on the ground, overcome with laughter.

“This isn’t funny, Percy! How am I supposed to live with the guilt of knowing I don’t live up to their expectations?! I’m hardly a warrior either, oh the disappointment.”

Gasping for breath, he manages to find his words, “Don’t stress it y/n, you’re plenty beautiful. I just know they’ll all be stunned by your beauty. Don’t sell yourself short… trust me, once they see you, they’ll be envious that my lover was so enraptured by me that you’ll never be able to love again.”

Now it was your turn to laugh. Would that be so bad?

Gasping for breath, eventually, both of your laughs die down, leaving you both breathing heavily. “C’mon Percy, let’s get some sleep. Its going to be a long week of scouting for demigods if we’re tired.”

As Percy nods, silently getting up to go to the bathroom to change, but he can’t help but think to himself that he wouldn’t mind if he was stuck in the middle of nowhere with you. No matter how long.

It had been three days since you and Percy arrived in the town you continuously fail to remember the name of. It wasn’t the only thing you were failing at doing either, because it seemed that for some unknown reason, the school that was supposed to arrive here for their camping trip still hadn’t shown up.

“We should send an Iris message to camp. It doesn’t look like they’re showing up any time soon, and by the looks of things, we’re going to need to have them send someone for more supplies.”

Percy sighed, looking out the window. Was this the opportunity he was looking for? Maybe… he knew he’d be a stupid fool to pass it up. Swept up in his new thoughts, he never replied. “Percy?”

Without even looking at you, he nodded, turning to go to the bathroom, “Yeah sure, I’ll go into the bathroom and make the call.”

Humming in acknowledgement as he left the room, you couldn’t help but stare at the spot he was previously standing in from your position on the edge of the bed. He doesn’t look too good.

For such a great hero, you wondered if this quest was doing him any good. After the first day of scouting the campsite, it was obvious he was already antsy to get home. It seemed no matter how light you tried to keep the atmosphere; it was like something was weighing on his mind. Mostly when you were both in the motel room together, you supposed it was because he barely went on quests nowadays. Understandably so, after all, who could blame him for wanting a break and spend time with his family? This made you feel immensely guilty since you could never give him words of truly understanding what he’s gone through. You’d arrived at camp a few days before him, yet over the years you were never sent onto a major quest. It upset you greatly at first, but you grew to appreciate your time at camp.

Before your mind could delve further into its guilt and self-pity, Percy re-entered the room, sitting next to you with a huff. “It’s all good. They’re going to send Leo with some extra supplies, and he’ll help us for the rest of this quest.”

Accidentally getting swept up in how pretty his eyes were, you tensed up, realising he was staring at you expectantly. Quickly nodding and clearing your throat you looked down to your lap, “ahh, okay that sounds good. I guess we’ll have time to sightsee or something…”

Sightsee? Really y/n? There’s nothing in this stupid town!

An awkward silence filled the room. Due to your previous thoughts, you were unsure how to proceed. This was the first time you were alone with him and had nothing else better to do.

Percy on the other hand, found that the obvious swooning look in your eyes was his green light. “Uhhh actually y/n?”

Oh, please don’t ask me why I basically just drooled all over you for NO FUCKING REASON. Snapping your head back up to look at him, you desperately tried to ignore the pounding in your chest that managed to find its way into your ears, “yeah?”

“There’s something I want to ask you.”

Holy shit he knows, doesn’t he? He knows I’ve liked him this entire time, and he’s going to reject me even though I never even said anything!

“I uhm… look I know we’re kind of on a small quest and all but technically we ARE waiting for Leo and the school to arrive before we continue… and you know we kind of have like at least a day or two until then so I was just wondering…”

“Yeah, Percy? You can just say it, you know; I really don’t mind.” I do mind, but please get this over with before I cry. With your heart rate increasing at an alarming rate and face heating up so much, you wanted Zeus to blast you right then and there.

Percy felt like he was about to puke, he’d never felt this nervous before. Yeah, he had his moments growing up with Annabeth, after all, she was his first girlfriend, but this was different. He wanted this to be different. Sure, he never regretted their relationship, and yes, he knew he’d always remember everything they went through- what he went through but… he wanted a clean slate. He desperately just wanted nothing more than to know that there was at least one person in his life that wasn’t constantly fighting for their lives—someone who didn’t have to live with as much trauma as him.

“W- would you maybe... Gods, do you want to have dinner tomorrow night? Maybe at the diner further into the town?”

HOLY FUCK.

He was interested and honestly, you were over the moon. Breathing out the breath you were holding in, you fail to hide the smile on your face, “yeah, I’d like that.”

His face instantly broke out into a wide smile matching yours. “Wait really?”

Unable to hold back a small giggle, you nodded, “yeah, Percy.”

Staring at yourself in the mirror, you admire the blue dress you found in a charity shop this morning while Percy was sleeping. I can’t believe this is happening.

If you had old even more awkward 15-year-old y/n that you were about to go on a date with the boy you admired from your table during meals (when he was there), you would’ve laughed. Mainly because at that point, he didn’t even know you existed, only having your first conversation during the battle of Manhattan when you were helping Will.

Okay… lets do this.

Walking out of the bathroom, Percy is already sitting on the bed in his usual t-shirt, jeans and converse waiting for you.

“Woah… You look uh-” Never finishing his statement, worry bubbled in your chest.

“Oh, uhm… I- I can change if you’d like?

Jumping up from his place on the bed, his head shook quickly. “NO! N-no don’t do that.”

“Ah uhm… okay? Sorry, it’s just I saw it in a store earlier and uhm… it looked nice, and I just thought that maybe it’d be cool to maybe put in a bit more effort? I mean… not that you don’t look good or anything! I love what you wear, you always look nice! but I don’t know… I don’t get to look nice much and… I just wanted it to be kinda special since we don’t get to… well our lives don’t really grant us these opportunities very often. Or at least for me anyway…”

“Hey, no, it’s okay! I totally get it… you look beautiful.” After hearing your small confession and thought to prepare for your date, his heart felt like it was melting. How could someone be so thoughtful when all he was doing was taking you to a rundown diner who probably only served mediocre burgers?

A small wave of guilt washed through him. Feeling like he would never be able to truly sweep you off your feet or give you that sweet, tooth-rotting love and affection, every day, just like you deserved. After everything, he knew he could try his best but even then, he’d never be able to hide the anxiety or PTSD he had acquired over the years.

You looked up to him with a smirk. “Glad to hear it, lover.”

Cheeks heating up at your comment, he laughed trying to play it off as cool as possible. Taking a step closer to you and flattening his shirt as if it would wipe away its wrinkles, he held out his arm. “Shall we, lover?”

Matching his level of fake sophistication, you linked your arm with his, “with pleasure.”

And with that, you both walked out of the motel, with hopeful spirits. To any onlooker, you both looked like normal young adults.

“Where the fuck are you?!” Percy’s voice boomed from his end of the phone, supposedly made without any monster risks.

You winced, slowly and cautiously walking your way out of the forest. The once clean dress was now covered in dirt and had few tears. It went perfectly with your dishevelled, twig and leaf infested hair.

“Space doesn’t really exist, so I’m nowhere. Life is built on social constructs and, since there’s no way to know if we’re really alive or if it’s just an illusion, I can’t be anywhere.”

“Y/n.”

Okay, he was concerned, and you couldn’t blame him. After all, how did you expect him to react after getting separated from you as you were chased into the woods by an Empousai after dinner?

Romance at its finest.

“Yeah, sorry, I got caught up, but I’ll be there soon.”

Ending the call, you couldn’t help but feel guilty as you replayed the events that just occurred in your head. The date was amazing. It wasn’t perfect by any means, but it was still sweet. Which led you both to go on one of those cliché night walks. That was nice too, until two Empousai came out of the forest and decided to attack you both.

Percy being…. Well Percy, he swiftly got out riptide and didn’t hesitate to defend the two of you. You, on the other hand, were completely caught off guard only just noticing as one of them turned their focus on you while Percy was distracted.

And what did you do like the perfectly trained demigod you were?

You ran like a headless chicken into the forest.

After a few minutes of running, they tackled you into the ground. Trying and failing failed to shove them off, you suddenly remembered the dagger you strapped to your thigh under your dress and stabbed them.

Clearly not your proudest moments.

Finally making it back to the room, you unlocked the door and let out a huff of relief. “Well… that date didn’t go as expected.”

Percy, took in your current state staring at you with wide eyes… but he didn’t say anything. Is he angry at me? Fuck now he’s going to call off whatever this is, all because I’m an incompetent idiot! I knew I should have tried harder in the sparring activities at camp.

Feeling highly intimidated under his intense stare, you began to play with the hem of your dress, voice going quiet. “Look I uh- I know it probably wasn’t the date you were hoping for but I uhm-“

Before you could even finish your poor excuses, your words are soon lost entirely. Percy stalked towards you with a determined look on his face. Reaching you, he firmly placed his hands on either side of your face, smashing his lips onto yours.

You let out a small, muffled squeak of surprise as your eyebrows shot up into Olympus. Yet unlike your fighting skills, this was something you managed to adapt to at a faster pace.

Eyes fluttering closed, you fisted his shirt, pulling him closer.

Please don’t let this be a dream.

Because Gods forbid if this your one chance, you weren’t letting this moment end that easily.

Moving your lips against his, the urgency he came onto you with slowly began to dissipate, feeling his soft, but slightly chapped lips move against yours. Deepening the kiss, you let go of his shirt, gliding your hands up his tense torso and along his strong arms, eventually placing your hands on his wrists that were on either side of your face. Applying a small amount of pressure to the inside of his wrists with your thumbs, his mind began to drift into a calming haze as you softly stroked them. It was almost as if you were able to brush away the worry that bubbled in him when he got back to the room, only to find you weren’t there. Yet here you were… safe.

It was intoxicating and calming having him so close to you, his entire being overcoming your senses to a point where you fought the urge to let out a small whimper when he pulled away.

Resting his forehead against yours, chest rising and falling heavily flushed against you; he continued to hold you in his warm embrace. “I wouldn’t have had it any other way.” He whispers, breath fanning against your face.

Because as much as Percy was afraid he’d let you down, he knew no matter what you were worth every single risk.

“…but I’m going to have to teach you a few things when we get back to camp. We can’t have my lover running away in battle all the time, how will I know if you sneeze?”

Letting out a snort, you playfully hit his chest. “Anything for you, lover.”

A soft smile graces his face as he looks at you adoringly as the word takes on a whole new meaning… because you were right. He’d do anything.

A/N: whelp! i hope you all liked it :)) its not perfect but oh well?

also i dont have a percy jackson taglist but i gotta tag the holy grail of fic writers for this fandon eep @cabinofimagines 🙈 🙈

Divider credit: @biskit-rising

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