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igotanidea · 11 months

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Let's fuck up the friendship : J.T x fem!reader

how cute is that picture? UwU

request by @parkjammys (once again, thank you for making my day by posting pics of Outlaws!Jason today)

based on the prompt: "sometimes i look at people and think.. really? that’s the sperm that won?” With best friend Jason feeling really jealous seeing his best friend that he has a major crush on, talk to some guy (guy is Kyle Rayner) and he's mumbling "he's not even her type"

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„Why is he here again?” Jason scoffed, carefully observing his best friend Y/N, talking to that stupid prick of a green lantern, Kyle Rayner.

“Dunno.” Dick, still in his Nightwing suit shrugged casually, while stuffing his mouth with cereals ‘probably something to do with the newest mission on Earth or something like that.”

“It doesn’t bother you at all?” Jason hissed, involuntarily clenching his fist. “that he just drops by whenever he wants?”

“No, not really.” Dick swallowed particularly huge piece of his meal and focused on his brother’s face. “does it bother you?”

It wasn’t a secret that Jason and Kyle weren’t exactly friends, but the former never reacted with such…. intensity. All right, most of the times the green lantern showed himself around Jason was throwing offences left and right, showing his teeth and acting like he was marking territory. Kyle, however did exactly the same thing. It was sort of tradition at this point. But all that teasing, fake fighting and extreme emotions never escalated so quickly to the point where Jason was all red (and not because of the helmet or the gear), grinding his teeth and subconsciously reaching for his gun while his eyes were fixed on one place in space. Or rather, one person.

Y/N.

She was talking to Kyle, laughing at whatever he just said, her eyes sparkling, looking happy like never before. And what was even worse she just hit his chest playfully. SHE TOUCHED HIM for fuck’s sake and that fucker really seemed to enjoy that. On the other side, Jay did not like it at all. How could he? He had a massive crush on her since he could remember and yet, despite all his cool demeanor, harsh behavior and bad boy outlook, he was too self-conscious to ever confront her about it. Stupid, longing idiot, afraid of his own feelings. To tell the truth, he himself wasn’t sure if he was more afraid of the possibility of her pushing him away or rather the fact that by some miracle she might want him. He was not good in relationships, any of them, and that made his mind create crazy scenarios in which she was hurt or killed or sad or crying because of him.

But sure as hell he was not going to let Rayner get to her first!

She was just …. something different.

The girl who knew what she wanted and wouldn’t settle for anything else. The girl who would stand by you, listening to every rant and problem you may have, but also the one who would turn and run the second she got vulnerable. It was so damn hard, to get her to open up, since on 9 out of 10 cases she would just jump into helping someone else or dig into work.

And she was his best friend.

What kind of fool falls for his best friend?

It was stupid and childish and naïve and yet, all he wanted and needed was to just approach her that very second, interrupt her happy conversation and use one sentence that would either make her hate him and disappear for good or get them both to a whole new level of relationship.

“Let’s fuck up the friendship.” God, how he wished he had the guts to just get it out of his system.

Instead he settled on watching her from the distance, not rushing to make a fool out of himself in front of both Dickhead and that freaking Rayner.

“Jace?” Dick interrupted his train of thought, smirking under his nose.

“What?!”

“Is this about her?”

“What? NO. Fuck no. She’s just my friend. My best friend.”

“Yeah, right, friends don’t look at friends that way.”

“Whatever!” Jason scoffed and crossed his arms over his chest sulking for a moment and sighing deeply. ‘I hate the way she’s smiling at him.” He mumbled “and she’s not even trying to hide it….” He pouted like a completely immature 5 year old.

“She’s an astrophysicist, Jason.” Dick patted his arm reassuringly “ You can’t blame her for being enthralled by all that crazy space-shit stuff he’s saying.”

“I don’t blame her.” Jason hissed “I blame him, you know? Do you ever just look at people and think: really? That’s the sperm that won?”

“No…..” Dick made a face in confusion. Damn it, if that were the thoughts coming into Jason’s mindthan it really was bad.

“Well, I do. And he’s the living proof of that.”

“Jason…..”

“He’s not even her type…” Todd muttered under his breath.

“And what exactly is her type?” Dick smirked again “Tall, dark haired, well-build douche? If you care about her …..”

“I don’t fucking care about her!” he yelled.

Too loud.

Whoopsy.

Not a chance she didn’t hear that, and the sudden outburst made her turn her head towards him. Shit, if he was red before, now he was simply crimson. Jason found himself between the devil and the deep blue see. Should he clear this little misunderstanding? Should he come clean? Or should he just run away leaving the ground burning?

“Jace?” she stuttered, her eyes growing wide, while Kyle took the chance and wrapped and arm around her shoulders protectively to give her some grounding “Is this about me?”

“Good luck, clearing that out, Jaybrid” Dick laughed, but hid it by pretending to sneeze.

“Shut up, Grayson!” Jason hissed through clenched teeth and slowly approached the girl and Kyle. “It was not about you. It was about some girl Grayson met and about whom he couldn’t shut up. You are my best friend, you know it, right?”

“Yeah, yeah, right, best friend’ she mumbled looking down, moving slightly closer to Rayner and away from Jason. Oh, that was like a slap on the cheek. Like a sting right through his heart. Like a….

Was it disappointment in her eyes?

No, it couldn’t be…. Why would she be disappointed?

“Anyway, if you don’t mind, Rayner” Jason used the unimaginable amount of power to control himself “I would love to rescue my best friend from your hand. I bet whatever you say about space must be out of this world, but there are people who actually need her on Earth. On daily basis. Not just while dropping from time to time and leaving her hanging.”

“Oh, Todd.” Kyle cooed “aren’t you just so cute while trying to act like a knight in shining armor. But guess what, she doesn’t need your protection.”

“Right. The only one who’s going to need protection is you. From me.” Jason leaned forward eyeing the other boy with predatory gaze ‘I know what you are plotting, Rayner. And if you think I’m going to let you use her….”

“Is someone jealous?” Kyle scoffed “cause sure it seems you treat me like a threat.”

“Why don’t we take it outside so I can show you how much I am not scared of you. Maybe this time you will deal with someone equal to you rather than seducing girls with your fake charm!” Jason jumped to his feet, Kyle following right after and the tension was so palpable that most likely they wouldn’t even wait to go outside, just beat the shit of each other right inside.

“ENOUGH!” sudden scream coming from Y/N made them both gasp in surprise. Neither Jason nor Kyle has even seen her this angry. She was practically fuming and it was terrifying to see this normally calm, communicative and focused-on-peaceful-solutions-to-problems girl in such state. And it was them who pushed her to this point. She was not a meta or any other kind of superhero but at that moment she held the power of the hurricane and was about to throw it at them.

Shit.

“Y/N…” Jason raised his hands and tried to calm her down.

“Shut up, Jason!”

“ You heard the girl, shut up, Jason” Kyle laughed viciously

“THE SAME GOES FOR YOU RAYNER!”

“I’m sorry….” He whimpered and it was Jason’s turn to laugh.

“I am TIRED of being your toy. Exhausted to be precise. I’ve been making doe eyes at you, Todd for months now. Doe eyes that you chose to ignore every. single. fucking. time. And yet, the moment I move on from this silly, stupid, fucking, one-sided crush you decide to step it and ruin everything. Just because you wanted to? Just because you what? You get jealous now? Fuck, Jason, do you really think you can just do whatever you want, whenever you want, not caring about the others? Not caring what I have to say? Oh, hell no. You don’t hold such power over me. Not anymore.”

“Y/N….” Jason took a step forward, but she jumped away, almost like he was a disease she didn’t want to catch.

“Get away from me!” she hissed “We were just talking, you idiot! I was being nice, not that you know what it means! I’m done with both of you!”

“Wait, what did I do?” Kyle asked, now a bit confused

“Oh, nothing, sweetie.” Y/N mocked “just telling me the shit of improbable stories to make Jason angry while watching me laugh with you. Yeah, I noticed that.” She cut Jason off the moment he opened his mouth to say a thing in his defense “Well, genius, I was laughing at you, wondering when will you finally realize that I did my research and don’t believe a word you say. Are you familiar with the word sarcasm?”

“Haha! Burn!” Jason couldn’t help but let out a laugh

“And you, Todd, should learn the meaning of the word honest. You are both losers. I want nothing to do with you. I’m out.”

And so she left. The only sound they heard after that was slamming of the door to her room. She had one at the Manor since her expert knowledge was sometimes needed and she was helping the bats while patrolling at night.

And then chewing on the cereals.

“Well that was quite the show….”

“SHUT UP GRAYSON!”

***

“Y/N? Please, open the door. I just wanna talk.” Jason was knocking at her door for like 10 minutes now and yet, she didn’t bother answering and he started losing all hope. Did he fuck up? Was all the chances he had with her gone just because he was a stupid idiot In love and therefore acting like crazy?

“She’s not there, you know.” Tim emerged from his room, bothered by all the knocking and begging.

“What? then where is she?”

“Hm…. Not sure if I should tell you after everything that just went down…..”

“How do you….? Fuck, whatever. I swear if you don’t tell me where she hid I would burn all the coffee shops in the tristate area!”

“I equipped them all with the fireproof furniture and equipment a while ago. Had a feeling that sooner or later you will threaten me with the lack of coffee….Listen to me carefully, replacement…” Jason took a step forward, towering over Tim’s figure but before he could take any action, another voice joined the conversation.

“Boys. Why do you always have to act like savages? Y/N escaped to the roof. Guess she was in need of some air after that little outburst.”

“Thanks, Steph.”

“Always a pleasure. “ she winked “Oh, and Todd? Make sure to fix it. I really don’t like this Rayner guy, either.”

***

“Was it Steph? I know it was her.” Jason could only do as much as step into the rooftop when Y/N felt his presence. Apparently the time with bats sharpened her senses.

“Y/n. I just want to talk.”

“Ok. Sit. Talk. I’m listening.” She patted the spot next to her and Jason took it without any hesitation. She was willing to listen, maybe not everything was lost.

“I’m sorry” he sighed deeply and that made her turn her head and look straight into his eyes just to confirm if he actually did say the words she heard coming from him

“Wow! That would be the first time I ever heard you say a thing like that!” she laughed

“I mean it. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel like I was playing around with you or anything like this. It’s just…. just…..”

“What, Jace? Come on, just say it. Just be honest with me. I won’t laugh or judge you, I promise.”

“I had a crush on you.”

“Had?”

“All right, I still do!” he threw his hands in the air “Are you trying to humiliate me now?”

“For how long?” she asked looking at the space in front of her, not meeting his eyes and missing the fact that he was eyeing her with love sick puppy eyes, begging whatever deity was there that she would let him love her. Despite everything. He would put all the work in proving to her that he could be better. For her. For them. And if that required honesty – so be it.

“A year.” He muttered, almost inaudibly.

“A year?!” she cried “seriously, Jason! Why didn’t you tell me?!”

“How was I supposed to tell you?! I didn’t know if you were feeling the same way! I couldn’t risk scaring you off. I couldn’t risk…. Losing you. ”

“You didn’t notice all those times when I was making a fool out of myself just to get your attention? I mean really, doe eyes?”

“I’m…. I’m not good with all that flirting and teasing and relationship stuff. I … I don’t recognize it well. Besides, you are my best friend and ….”

“And what?” she moved her whole body, so now she was not only facing him, but her whole figure was turned towards him “Just say it. Please.” She begged, looking straight into his eyes, not faltering for even a second. “Say it, cause I don’t think I can.”

“I wanna fuck up the friendship.” He gasped, not really believing the words coming out of his mouth. But once he started he just couldn’t stop the flow “I want to love you. I want to have you to myself. I want to be yours. I want to be able to hold you, touch you, kiss you. I don’t want to be just friends anymore. I want to make you mine. If you let a fool like me…..“

“And it’s not just because of Kyle?”

“Fuck no! I don’t give a single damn about him! I care about you, Y/N. In a more-than-friends way. I’m done pretending. ” he whispered looking down, his cheeks a bit reddened. Not a long though since she cupped his cheek and made him look at her. “Please, be mine”he whimpered

“Jason, can you promise me you won’t act like a male ego embodied again?”

“I can’t.” he shook his head in resignation “I can’t cause I care too much and can’t help getting possessive sometimes and…..” She didn’t let him finish leaning forward and pressing her lips to his. This took him a bit by surprise, since he thought she was going to ditch him for not being able to promise her what she needed. And instead, she was kissing him?

Damn it, not just kissing, that was clearly an understatement. She was laying all her love on him. Those sweet, soft lips he was dreaming about for so long were on his, brushing over his gently and yet with so much passion he was practically melting. He wanted more and yet, all that tenderness and intimacy of sharing first kiss in the privacy of nighted rooftop was something to enjoy rather than to destroy by any urgency.

And so, even if still confused, he followed her lead, choosing delicacy and softness. Maybe it was what they both needed and enough to get him high and drunk on the feeling of her. He could feel her with every cell in his body. Her touches, her smell, her affection for him. All of it combined.

He barely held back a whine when she pulled back.

“Does this mean you forgive me?” he whispered, his hands aching to touch her and hold her to his chest, but holding back because he needed her direct answer. “For acting like a dumbass?”

“You had me at I wanna fuck up the friendship” she laughed lightly, changing position and settling between his legs, not fighting or running away.

“You have no idea how long I wanted to say it.” He answered, wrapping arms around her waist, pulling her closer and kissing her neck softly, inhaling the fresh scent of her shampoo “So long, baby… so fucking long…..”

“Glad you choose the moment when I was forgiving and merciful” she chuckled “’because you know, it could have backfired on you.”

“But you’re not leaving?” his grip on her tightened in a sudden fright this was all just a crazy dream and in a minute he would wake up in his own bed, alone and cold, still yearning for her, none of those words from before said in real life.

“No.” she put her soft hands on his biceps, caressing his skin and all those scars reassuringly “I made up my mind, Jason. It’s you. It’s always been you. I’m done pretending too.“ she turned her head and hid face in the crook of his neck, nuzzling her nose over his skin. “I love you.”

In the darkness of the roof, with almost no stars on the sky and with her eyes closed, she didn’t notice few tears that gathered in Jason’s eyes and flowing down his cheeks.

He had her.

He finally had her.

And he was not going to let go.

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suengmi · 1 year

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can you do where boyfriend! skz are teasing w reader but say a joke that hurts their feelings and they realize and immediately apologize and make it up to you (fluff)

hi anon!! ty for being my first ask, im excited to write! not sure if you wanted full stories/drabbles but i hope you like what i did! <3 also i'm a bit unwell and drained from work so pls be kind. took so long because i ended up writing a lot for some.... like a lot OOPS i trailed off a bit to make it more realistic but asjsdkkjasd anyways im sorry if it's not exactly what u wanted ;_; i did my best, plus i didn't want to make it all the same i guess? but yeah about .6k for each member!

warnings will be written below member names!! all under the cut~

warnings for all: not completely proof read but wanted to answer this prompt asap!! i'm half asleep it's 3am pls also all gender neutral!

┋bang chan ┋

context: grocery store is never fun, especially when your boyfriend doesn't know how hard it can be for you. new!relationship, domestic bliss grocery shopping for a night in

warnings: slight ableism??? before he knows??? idk, chan a bit spicy with his words so not complete fluff my b, some cussing, not the fluffiest pls im sorry idk what HAPPENED

word count: .6k

chan grunts at you, eyes rolling, "i told you it's the wrong one you dumb dumb. "

you look down at the japanese curry powder, trying to make sense of the words written before you. you haven't been with chan for long, but he's treated you better than anyone you've ever met. he's kind, giving and always knows how to make you feel better. he knows that you're happier when it rains, he knows that you get angry whenever you lose a game, he loves that you always defeat him at uno and enjoys how you make a week long parade about it. he already loves you but definitely doesn't know it yet.

there is one thing you're still trying to gauge about chan is how sometimes he can shoot first and ask questions later, and this is one of those moments.

chan frowns, pointing at the curry packet in your hand. "this is the spicy one."

"i'm sorry." you say in a low tone, still trying to read the packet but the font is harder to read, "they look the same."

chan snatches the packet from your hand, placing it back next to the seemingly same ones. "well maybe if you read it you properly for once. i had the runs for like 2 days last time. you know me and spicy no agree."

"i can't.... sometimes."

chan turns to you. "huh?"

you take in a deep breath and speak fast, "i have dyslexia."

"what?" he questions confused.

it's then when the penny drops after a moment of silence. realization a wave over him, all the times he told you to read properly, how many times he made tut noises at your replies not having complete context and how he would grunt when you didn't comprehend something.

"why didn't you tell me? there's nothing wrong with that...?" he prods, gaze gentle towards you.

you fumble with your hands, picking at the skin at the sides of your thumb, your mind trying to find what to say. "i dunno."

he sounds so apologetic when he eventually speaks, he wonders how he could have been stupid. it makes sense. all the times you've told him about your ex and how he called you stupid and dumb for not reading well, making fun of you and saying you just don't pay attention. "i made fun of you so much... wow i'm a dick-

"no it's okay" you interrupt him, a small smile on your lips not wanting him to be hurt.

chan purses his lips while taking your hands in his. he looks at your eyes, his own intense and apologetic. "no- it's not okay, i make fun of you so much for thinking you just didn't pay attention, shit, i'm sorry. i joke all the time about how your brain is always else where."

and with that chan knows that he definitely could have picked up the pieces earlier, that you said it to him, without words. "i'm just... fuck i'm sorry."

"i just you know with my ex they-"

chan pulls you in for a tight hug, as if hushing the words you were about to spill, your glasses pushed against your eyes but you don't mind. he smells like fresh baby powder, his own scent you love mixing in with the clothes he's wearing. you know chan's going to make up for it and that he'll do everything to make you feel better. because you love him too, you just don't know it yet either.

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┋changbin ┋

context: changbin loves working out and you love watching him, even if you don't think he doesn't know. freshly known feelings, uni!au, living together in dorm (i know you said !boyfriend but this was too good not to write hehe)

warnings: CHANGBIN SHAMELESSLY FLIRTING ACK, implications of taking a relationship further (physically), voyeur reader lmao

word count: .5k

you turn your gaze over to your friend, housemate or whatever you two had going on was called. you'd never really thought of changbin as someone you'd like, his gentle an soft nature was a contrast to the man currently a few metres away from you. weights in hand and grunts slipping from his mouth. you lean your head back to get a better angle, the veins on his arm revealing themselves. you knew he liked you and you liked him, but neither of you would dare to open that pandoras box. well, not until tonight.

it's a moment later that changbin stops his routine, almost meeting your stare. you raise your brows, attention turning back to the laptop in front of you. what on earth was i doing? you think, pretending to type something into the computer.

"thirsty?" he asks you, pretending he didn't noticed your eyes on him every now and then for the last half hour.

you turn your attention to him "wha?"

he laughs into his chest, stretching out his arms, "you have drool on the side of your mouth."

"i do- i do not!" you say slamming the laptop down, folding your arms on your chest knowing you've been caught.

changbin laughs, sitting down on the couch next to you, "didn't know i owned a dog."

you had no idea he could be this cheeky, making fun of you for simply watching him. after all, you were perving in a sense.

"don't make fun of me! i know i was... watching."

a smile dances on his lips, knowing that you can be sensitive to these things. "i'm sorry." he almost sounds apologetic... almost. "but... it's just too good to catch you out." he says in a slow almost seemingly mocking way.

"stop it." you mumble, facing the other way. "you know i have issues with... bringing this stuff up."

changbin tugs on your ear to gain your attention, feeling bad for making you feel slightly uncomfortable. but hey, you were the one watching. he smiles and says, "i know i know, i'm just teasing. i'm really sorry."

"i know but... please don't, this is hard for me."

"okay okay," he whines, gently lacing his fingers in yours, testing the waters to see if you'd be okay with this affection. "i promise i won't make fun of you, but if you wanna watch feel free to, don't have to be shy about it."

a blush dances across your cheeks and ears, your tummy suddenly feeling a knot of embarrassment grow. "changbiiiin." you groan, planting your face into the couch cushion.

"okay maybe i lied, i'll definitely enjoy making fun of you."

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┋hyunjin ┋

context: you hate feet. hyunjin thinks it's funny. established!relationship, living together

warnings: obvi mentions of feet?? mentions of vomit

word count: .6k

hyunjin knew you hated feet, just how they looked, how they acted and gripped on the damn floor whenever someone would walk bare foot. hyunjin loved walking around the house barefoot, and it sometimes made you feel woozy, just the image of your own feet touching the floor... imagine. you shivered at the thought, sitting down on the couch next to your boyfriend, his feet dangling off the edge of the couch.

you pat your legs, instructing him wordlessly to lay on your lap. he complies without a thought, scooching back and nestling his head into your soft legs. he let's out a gentle "mm" as he settles in. "soft" he coos, rubbing his head a few times before turning his attention back to his switch.

after another episode of your favourite show, hyunjin suddenly brings his feet up, inspecting one of them. "i think i have glass in this one."

"do you need to do that here?" you say in a tone, eyes avoiding the grippers in sight.

"nah can you just check this one?" he says with difficulty, throwing his foot back towards your face. if you weren't so grossed out you'd probably be impressed by his flexibility.

"hyunjin please--" you swat away his foot with your phone, pushing yourself back into the couch.

"nah see in the big toe right here."

"hyunjin! you know i hate feet stop!"

he struggles, folding his body further to get his left foot near you, "babe just look here near the nail."

and that's when you feel a lump in your throat, nearly retching at the sight. the rice dish you had earlier suddenly feeling not so settled.

"oh shit." hyunjin says in a shock turning his attention to you, hearing your strangled noise. "are you okay?"

"no i'm not okay, go away." you say behind your hand.

shit, he knows he did wrong. his seemingly funny joke was definitely taken too far. he feels bad, real bad. he knew you didn't like feet but not this much. it'd never really come into question the time you'd been together, but god he had no idea.

"jeez i'm sorry." he's unsure where to place his hands and fumbles, words not forming correctly.

you sit in silence for a moment before regaining your thoughts. "don't. fucking. do. that."

hyunjin's eyes are pleading, the guilt in his face almost makes you not want to get him back but then realise you can use this to your advantage. you look over at the massage oils on the table and back at him. "i have an idea."

and you know he'll do whatever it takes. he still had glass in his foot, but that wasn't important right now.

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┋felix ┋

context: felix thinks your tummy is cute, but you're just not used to it.

warnings: mentions of weight, body issues, tight clothing, BUT ITS FLUFF I PROMISEEEE, felix just a silly soft goose

word count: .6k

"come out please." felix begs, head leaning against the door.

you're sitting in the bathroom on the floor, dressed in nothing but your boxer underwear and a tight bed shirt, felix's bed shirt. you can feel the anxiety seeping into your chest, the weight of reality hitting you. you and your boyfriend had been together for only a month, but this was the first night you were staying at his house. it was on a whim, since most of the trains and buses had stopped running. and of course, you had nothing to wear. so there you were, tight shirt and all. you've never been uncomfortable with your body, if anything you love your body. but for some reason the way that felix talked about your stomach irked you. maybe he meant it as a joke? what did he mean? either way you were upset and needed space for a moment.

"please, i didn't mean it like that." felix sighs against the door, "it's soft and i love it."

you cast a sad expression towards the door. still unwavering from your position. why do you have anxiety now about this? all he did was grab your tummy and tell you it's soft like a kitten belly, or how it reminds him of those marshmallows that fold and how much he loves it because it's you, and he loves you.

you hear nothing but the cracking of a knee, felix bending down to put his fingers through the gap of the door underneath. he splays his fingers like a cat trying to get in the bathroom, darting against the tiles.

"lemme in!" he chimes, grunting to get his fingers further in. "i'll get in either way!" he jokes, using both of his hands under door to attack. it makes you laugh. it reminds me of those videos of cats wanting to get into the bathroom, or videos of racoons grabbing food.

"am i close?" he jokes, moving his hands back and forth.

you groan, stifling a laugh as you get up to open the door. "not even." you say, being met with pleading eyes. you look down at him, his hands still pretending to search where the door once was.

but he suddenly swoops you into a hug, hands around your waist, his head pressed into your soft chest, enjoying the smell of his shirt mixing in with your scent.

you relinquish any negative thoughts you have, melting into the hug. "i know you didn't mean it like that but, i think i'm just nervous... because it's you."

he pulls back, arms still wrapped round your waist, probably a bit too tight. "it wasn't a joke, i do love it." his eye are filled with nothing but love and adoration for you, your body an your mind.

"just... choose different words, please... i'm not a roll of marshmallows."

felix pulls back suddenly before gently pressing a swift kiss to your lips. "tastes sweet." he retorts about your statement, ignoring your words before kissing you again.

"i'm-seri-ous." you say between kisses, you feel his his hands digging into your hips.

instead of stopping, he grins, love apparent in his eyes. "my marshmallow."

you roll your eyes, a bit of anxiety still in your throat but knowing he adores marshmallows, you figure it's okay for now.

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┋jisung ┋

context: a park date is cute until you get attacked my a crow, jisung think's it's funny. established!relatonship

warnings: jisung being a weenie, swearing

word count: .5k

the ground collides with your chest, the mud clouding your vision and your new shirt you brought for the date probably ruined. yep, i definitely tripped and yes it was embarrassing. you think, shame in your chest. of all the days, why your one year anniversary?

all you hear is the cackle behind you getting louder, sharp inhales of breath echoing in your ears. jisung has no shame, actively laughing at you stacking it to the ground.

"ahaha! the crow!!" he gurgles still, bending forwards over the picnic blanket, almost choking on his spit.

"jisung!" you yell, getting to your feet, seeing the mess on the front of you. that fucking crow, why did it choose me?

"jisung!" you yell louder, stomping over to the blanket, definitely covered in mud, dripping behind you as you walk.

"i'm sorry babe i'm-" he says between breathes.

you grunt before wiping the mud from your chest, still feeling it covering half of your face. "it's not funny."

"it fucking is."

jisung's laughs come to a halt as he realised you're upset upset, not just whining like you usually do. he notices how your eyes are suddenly pooling with wells. he stands to his feet and gently holds out his hands, "baby-"

"no!" you grumble, pulling your arms away, tears rolling down your cheek. "i just bought this top. now it's ruined." your dejected tone unsettles jisung, instantly feeling bad for making fun of you.

he says nothing, confused on how to react. but he waits patiently, allowing you to let out your feelings. he's always been good at this, always been patient with you.

after a breath you look back at him, red rings dancing around your eyes.

he smirks as he walks over to the mud and plainly sits down in it as if it what he was meant to do all along. you let out a small laugh, your hands wiping the rest of the mud from your face.

"what?" he asks plainly, as if nothing is weird. he grabs a handful of the mud before pressing it to his shirt, and then another handful to his hair, rubbing it in. "what's funny?"

you laugh behind your mud covered hand walking over to him. he smiles up at you like a puppy, knowing that he's succeeded in making you feel better.

and there he is, completely covered in mud, way more than you are and in that moment you fall just a little bit more in love with him. you lean down and press a gentle but muddy kiss onto his lips.

he stares up at you with nothing else to say, just sitting in the mud. you decide to join him, plopping down next to him, hand in hand as you both just sit in silence and completely covered in mud.

with jisung you didn't always needs words, sometimes the things he did for you were enough.

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┋lee know ┋

context: you're getting ready to go out with friends, but your hair has other ideas, established!relationship, living together.

warnings/other: kisses??? idk, cuss words

word count: .5k

"it's not working!" you huff, re-straightening the side of your bangs for the 6th time. minho was confused at first, wondering why you're so upset over something trivial and small from his point of view. but when he looks up from his phone to see you struggling, his left hand still lazily patting one of his cats. he speaks without thinking,

"it's definitely like a pigs tail." he chuckles, looking back at his phone. in his mind, he assumes that he was just making a light hearted joke, thinking it was cute the way you got so upset over something he coined as small. plus, pig tails are very cute if you think about it.

it wasn't until you made a little sob that he noticed how you were actually feeling. you stare in the mirror, realizing it in fact does look like a pigs tail.

"baby-" he let's out a small but gentle sigh, "i was joking,"

"no you weren't. it... does look like a pig tail." you say between a small dejected sob, lips curled down and hands at your side as you avoid the mirror.

"let me help?" he says so gently as he approaches the bathroom door. instead of letting him help, you just melt into his chest immediately, your sobs muffled by his shirt. "i look like shit." you say defeated.

he lets out a light laugh, kissing the top of your head a few times, "you never look like shit, you know... even with your pig tail."

you step back, immediately hitting the tight muscles of his chest with both of your fists, "fuck off i swear." you talk through your teeth, still frustrated but feeling the urge to laugh in your throat.

"there you are," he says pleased at your spice, fighting with you to place a kiss on your temple, your hand starts pushing on his jaw, his lips puckered and ready. "c'mere." he says through your fingers, still pushing his head towards you, his hands gripping at your neck. "let me-- love you."

after a few minutes of roughhouse struggle, you push him back, feeing slightly better. it's in this moment you realize that you in fact do not enjoy asking anyone for help. but you speak, dejected tone apparent. "yeah... please help."

and nothing else is said while he fixes your hair, gently pressing small kisses on your cheeks as he does so. he knows he can sometimes say things without thinking, but he also knows that you sometimes enjoy just as much as he does. it's why you love him and why you two work so well together. after a few minutes he steps back to admire his masterpiece, a triumphant smile on his lips. "hmm," he ponders, "i liked the pig tail better."

"oi, don't start again you little shit" you say as you begin chasing after him, giggles dancing in with his own as he runs down the hall, nearly slipping on the rug. "get back here! you're in for it!"

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┋seungmin┋

context: seungmin needs to shut his mouth sometimes, even if he doesn't know it. established!relationship, living together

warnings: seungmin being a spicy bitch, some playful physical aggression, kissing

word count: .5k

seungmin has you completely pinned under him on the couch as he covers you with kisses, not relinquishing his hold. "how many times do i have to say it?"

you grunt at the fact that he's weirdly strong in these situations, and as much as you struggle against his hold he's just completely powering over you. just the other day you were the one that had to help him open a jar. but thats besides the point. here seungmin is, currently trying to wiggle his way out of the fact that he took a joke too far. you're determined not to let him get away that easy.

you struggle once more against his hold, your legs flailing underneath him but he's just too damn strong.

he lets out a struggled breath, still above you. his hair falling gently from his face, "isn't sorry enough?"

you turn your head to the side, bottom lip pouting. "no."

"baby-"

you tut at him, tone almost darted, "don't baby me! you've lost your rights."

a gentle grin finds itself to dance over seungmin's face, he likes it when you fight back. he likes it when you put him in his place but still give him enough wiggle room to feel in charge.

"okay," he says with raised brows, "you win. i apologise."

you realise this is the perfect opportunity to get him back, for him making that stupid joke about something he knew you were insecure about.

"oh, whats this? kim seungmin, apologising, what was that?" you speak sarcastically. you're still under his hold, but you'll let it slide for now. "sorry i didn't quite catch that after you made me feel like shit for an entire hour. repeat?"

"i... apologise. i took it too far and i'm sorry."

you feel your chest rise, suddenly enjoying the power that seungmin has given to you. it takes a lot for him to admit he's wrong or that he's done wrong, this is just so damn satisfying.

"actually..." he trails off, letting your hands free a second before quickly grabbing the back of your neck. the kiss he planted on you was fast, and before you knew it you were laying back down on the couch, head dizzy from the sudden kiss, "you can't just make me forgive you with kisses." you speak in a semi-daze.

seungmin presses a kiss to your cheek and then a few more to your lips, the taste sweeter everytime. "i can, actually."

yeah, he's absolutely right. wait, what were we arguing about?

﹋﹋﹋

┋jeongin┋

context: jeongin fucked up, and he wants to make it better. fresh!relationship

warnings: none? kissing maybes, TOO MUCH CUTE

word count: .5k

it only took jeongin about half an hour to attempt to make it up to you.

sometimes being with jeongin was hard, as you both communicated in very different ways, it definitely was something you needed to work on. though, the one thing you loved about him is the absolute time and effort he put into making everything just perfect for you. when it came to you, everything he did for you was worth it.

after taking a walk to calm your thoughts, you realized you were still frazzled from the way jeongin teased you and how you ended up crying, resulting in him just left behind in a confused state. sometimes it took a while for the penny to drop with him, but once he got it, he really got it.

you step through the front door of his house, gently removing your sandals to be met with the sound of jeongin jumping up from the couch, hands out in a display. "ta-da!" he yells, it startles you.

you turn to meet eyes with your boyfriend, his face with a stupid grin slapped across it.

"what is-" and that's when you notice the many items splayed across the ground. there's a few towels on the lounge table, a tub of what seems to be hot soapy water, a box of facemasks and some nail polish next to it. the lighting is low and your favourite soundtrack is playing. you notice the scent in the room, jasmine tea, your favourite.

jeongin takes a deep breath in before showcasing his wares. "salon de jeongin"

"babe i-"

he steps forward, taking your hands in his before guiding you to sit down. "cmon" he coaxes gently, his beautiful dark eyes watching your every step. you say nothing as you follow him, unsure of what's happening.

as if he knows you're going to speak, he places a gentle kiss on your forehead. "i'm sorry."

you marvel at the sight in front of you once more. the fact that he built you a whole salon in his living room within thirty minutes is mind blowing. he knows your favourite scent, your favourite songs and all the products you use. you didn't even realize he had those.

you're still at a loss for words, unsure of where to put your hands or body. jeongin just points to the chair, silly grin still plastered on his face and eyes wide.

you sit down in the chair, eyes darting to jeongin. "does it cost extra for shellac on my nails?"

jeongin pouts in thought, "just a kiss."

"i can do that." you say back at him. and that's all it takes, you know you'll talk later about this and how you can communicate better but this... this was enough for now. more than enough.

"actually," jeongin ponders before leaning so damn close to your face, "i think it's about 4 kisses."

DAMN THAT WAS SO LONG I SPENT LIKE AGES DOING THIS MY BAD, i know it's not exactly what u said but oh well i wanted to make them all different!!!! ty for asking!!!!!! <3

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izzy2210 · 9 months

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This Charming Man

written for @steddiemicrofic‘s September prompt ‘charm’ wc: 548 | rated: T for strong language | cw: none

The title is from the song This Charming Man by The Smiths, one of my faves!!

Eddie’s been staring.

He knows he’s been staring, but he can’t seem to tear his eyes away from Steve, who’s flirting with another uninterested client, and he just can’t stand the way Steve’s smile drops whenever they leave. Robin smiles at him apologetically, but it doesn’t make that smile appear again.

Eddie sighs, and gets out of his car, pushing the door while it definitely says ‘pull’. He walks towards one of the racks, trying to look casual, shooting a glance at Steve, who has that smile on his face.

“Eddie! God I’m happy that you’re here,” He gestures for him to come talk to him, and Eddie does so, leaning against the counter to not make eye contact, he wouldn't survive that, “See, one of my tires has a hole in it, and I was wonderin’ if you could drive us home?” Steve looks at him expectedly, drumming his fingers on the counter. Robin puts her head on his shoulder, pouting dramatically. “With ‘us’ he means me as well, I don’t have a license, or a car. You know where I live, right?” she asks, and Eddie nods dumbfoundedly. “Well, that’s settled then, you’re driving us!”

Eddie wants to protest, but Steve shakes his head with a sly smile. Eddie has to stop himself from counting his moles, or gazing at his hair, or those shoulders, or-

“You alright?” That smile again, Eddie hates it, it's so pretty, he’s so pretty.

“Y-yeah. Yeah, sure. Do I-uh, do I just wait here?” Steve lifts a brow, he looks amused, “Yeah, we get off in fifteen minutes. You can just wait here.” Eddie nods again, messing around with the chain on his pants.

✨

Eddie’s tapping the wheel nervously, turning into Steve’s driveway. He’s still tapping when the car comes to a stop, and only notices that he’s doing it when Steve curls his fingers over Eddie’s, stopping him. The touch sends sparks into his brain, and he looks at Steve open-mouthed. “Hi.” Steve says, and it’s almost a whisper. “Hi.” Eddie responds, just as silently.

“We should go out sometimes. To a party, or something,” Steve.. blushes. “Oh well, I’d-uh, I’d love to, really, but I don’t really have good.. party clothes, y’know?” Eddie grimaces, and Steve's smile drops. “It’s terrible that someone like you should care about that.” Eddie’s heart skips a beat.

“What do you mean, ‘someone like me?”

Steve shrugs. "I dunno.. Handsome? I guess..” He adds, picking at his palm, looking intently.

“You think I’m handsome?” Eddie turns to face Steve, who's looking at him. “Y-yeah,” he stutters, and it’s just so adorable..

Eddie doesn’t know where he gets the courage, but he asks “Are you nervous?”

Steve nods slightly.

Eddie takes a deep breath, and cups Steve’s face.

He lets him.

“You don’t have to.”

They stare, both lovingly and nervously.

“Can.. Can I kiss you? Is that- Is that where this was going?” Steve smiles apologetically, and Eddie bursts out laughing, the awkwardness making him break. Steve starts to giggle, and it doesn’t take long before they’re both shaking with laughter.

When they’ve finally calmed down, their eyes lock, and they smile.

“But can I kiss you?”

Eddie rolls his eyes playfully. “Fucking hell Harrington, of course you can.”

@steddieas-shegoes i LOVED this prompt so much and i love this song as welll yay

also @wynnyfryd and @inklessletter because I know you guys like steddie (think you're the only ones)

#steve harrington #steddie #eddie munson #stranger things #steddiemicrofic #steddiemicroficseptember

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wosoimagines · 1 year

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Traitor - Leah Williamson/Reader

part one | part two | part three | part four

prompt: Leah and R have started to pursue a relationship with each other. How long will it take for their fans and teammates who are unaware to catch on?

warnings: none

words: 2584

(Y/N) POV

“Do you have plans for this afternoon?”

I looked up at Leah who was standing in front of me. I checked my phone just to make sure that I was free.

“Totally free,” I said as I looked back up at her, “unless my beautiful girlfriend calls and just needs my attention for the rest of the day.”

“Yeah, in your dreams, (Y/L/N).”

“I don’t have plans, Leah,” I said as I stood up. I grabbed the hoodie from my locker. “What’s up?”

“I was wondering if you wanted to go mini golfing with me.”

I paused at that. I hadn’t been since i was a kid.

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Leah said as she nodded at me, “There’s this course, Lost Jungle London. Well, I haven’t played it but I’ve been wanting to and no one wants to go with me. I was wondering you would.”

“Yeah, I’d love to.”

I smiled at Leah before I pulled my hoodie over my head. I grabbed my bag and phone from locker as well before turning to face Leah again.

“How about afterwards we go out for pizza?” I suggested. Leah raised an eyebrow at that. “Come on, I’ve been cooking for both of us for the past few weeks. I don’t think it’ll hurt if we have one cheat meal. Besides, you can pay for mini golf and I can pay for the pizza.”

“Okay, but if we get in trouble-”

“We won’t get in trouble. I promise.”

Leah rolled her eyes at me as she wrapped her arm around my shoulders. I grinned as I wrapped my own arm around her waist as the two of us headed out of the locker room.

“Have you always been a rule breaker?”

I tilted my head as I looked over at Leah. Did she really think having one cheat meal was really breaking the rules?

“Leah, one cheat meal isn’t breaking the rules,” I said, causing Leah to look over at me, “I promise it isn’t. But yeah, I do have a thing for ignoring rules sometimes.”

“So you have always been a rule breaker!”

“Maybe that’s why I always get roomed with an older player,” I mused. It definitely had made sense that I was always rooming with an older player on the national team when I first joined considering how young I was, but now that I was nearing my mid-20s? “I wonder if Vlatko will let me room with someone other than the vets.”

“You mean to tell me that the national team rooms you with the vets every camp and you never found that weird?”

“I got to room with Kristie last time! But yeah, usually I room with Alex, Alyssa, or Becky,” I admitted. It definitely did seem weird now that I thought about it. “I’ll have to call Vlatko and ask if he can room me with Rose or Sonny.”

“Oh? Why those two?”

“Sonnett is a prankster. While not completely safe when you stay in the same room with her, you are more safe than others after she roomed with Becky and tried to prank her.”

“What do you mean ‘tried’?”

“Becky came back into the room too early and Sonnett was still in the middle of setting her prank up. Becky set it off creating a mess. Sonnett not only got an earful, but Becky also made her clean it up and run extra.”

“Oof, hate extra running.”

“I know, that’s why I don’t ask you to come when I run in the mornings.”

“Is that what you do before I get up?”

“Sometimes, if I have the time.”

“Okay, so why Lavelle?”

“Oh! If you room with Rose then you get to see Wilma more.”

“Wilma?”

“Yeah, Rose’s dog.”

“That’s the only reason?”

“Well, I mean, Rose and I always have fun together,” I shrugged. I didn’t really know who I would want to room with other than the vets I normally stayed with. “Besides, Rose is a really good singer. I dunno if you saw any of the videos from the Player’s Ball, but she can sing.”

The two of us slowed down as we came to Leah’s car. It was honestly rarer to see the two of us arrive separately now then together. We both moved to the back of the car to put our bags in the trunk before we got into the car.

“So, mini golfing and then pizza?”

“Mini golfing and then pizza, for sure,” I nodded.

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I grinned as Leah sunk another ball into the hole. I definitely needed more practice at mini golf before we came back out.

“You know, for someone so competitive, you sure are sucking at this right now.”

“I don’t have to win everything I do,” I said as I rolled my eyes. “Life isn’t always just one huge game. Sometimes you just got to have fun.”

“Huh, I don’t recall you saying that on our first date,” Leah said as she looked over at me. “If I remember correctly it was something like ‘I’m the best in the world at everything and no one can beat me’?”

“Yeah, yeah,” I said as I nodded my head. I had gotten a little carried away after I had won my fourth game in a row. “I grew up playing arcade games. The arcade was in the back of the bowling alley. The closest putt-putt course was 4 hours away at least.”

“Mmm, I can already taste the victory,” Leah said as we moved onto the next hole.

“Pretty sure you could taste that after about 3 holes.”

“Well it’s only getting sweeter,” Leah grinned at me.

I shook my head but I enjoyed myself as we finished up our game. It was nice to just have fun with her. As we turned our clubs and balls back in, I waited until Leah had her back turned before I turned back to the worker behind the stand.

“You mind if I get her ball back?”

“You know you have to give the $15 for the game back, right?”

“Yeah, I know,” I nodded. I glanced over my shoulder to make sure that Leah wasn’t paying attention as I handed the worker the bills for the ball. “Thanks.”

I pocketed the red ball into the hoodie before I rushed to catch up with Leah. She glanced over her shoulder at me once she felt me lightly nudge her shoulder.

“What was that about?”

“They were just a fan,” I shrugged as Leah looked back at the stand. “Asked for a picture. How could I say no to that?”

“Yeah, sure,” Leah said as she ruffled my hair.

My phone buzzed in my pocket as we neared the car. I fished the phone from my pocket before rolling my eyes at the pictures that I had gotten. It was just pictures from Instagram of my afternoon with Leah. Sometimes I really hated being famous or being out in London with England’s captain.

I ignored the messages from my national teammates as Leah and I got into her car. I grinned as she held up the scorecard for a picture with me.

“You putting it on Instagram?” I asked her.

“Gotta make sure that everyone knows that I can at least beat you at mini golf,” Leah said as she turned to her phone.

I rolled my eyes at that as I shook my head. But I couldn’t help but stare at her as her nose scrunched up as she was focused on writing out her caption.

“You know, it’s creepy to stare.”

“Well, I can’t help it when I’m looking at a literal goddess.”

“Flattery will get you nowhere.”

I groaned at that as I tossed my head back against my seat. I stuck my bottom lip out as I looked over at her.

“Not even a slice of pizza with you?”

“Maybe, it will get you that.”

I grinned as Leah started up the car before I pulled up my own Instagram so I could go like the picture that Leah posted.

It didn’t take us long to get to the pizza parlor or to even get a seat since it was the middle of the afternoon. There were a few people around us, but most people didn’t even look at us as we sat at our table. The afternoon was honestly going great for us both.

At least, it was until we were getting our drinks. I was a bit faster to get up that Leah was once the server knocked the drink over as they were reaching for it from the tray. I winced as the water got all over Leah’s shirt before she could stand up. I immediately was pulling the items out of the pocket of the hoodie before I pulled it off as Leah got up.

Both of us pretty much ignored the server’s apologies as I looked over Leah. She looked down where I was holding the hoodie out to her.

“No broken glass, right?”

“There was no broken glass,” Leah assured.

“Here, take the hoodie. You can run to the restroom and put it on,” I said as Leah took the hoodie from my hands. “Bring your shirt back out and I’ll carry it around with me so you don’t have to worry about it.”

Leah sent me a soft smile before she pressed a kiss to my cheek and heading to the restroom. I turned back to the server who was still apologizing, but I only told them it was an accident and asked if we could move elsewhere. Which Leah found me easily enough when she came back out from the restroom.

“All better?” I asked as Leah handed over her wet shirt.

“Thank you.”

“Hey, it’s what I’m here for. Someone has to be your knight in a hoodie.”

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I laid in the bed as I was texting Leah. It definitely sucked that we didn’t get to see each other right now, but we both had different national team commitments. I didn’t pay attention as Sonnett came out of the bathroom. At least not until she started to dig through my bags. I furrowed my brow in confusion as she started with my practice bag, but it was entirely possible that Sonnett had just put something in it earlier.

“Where is it?” Sonnett asked as she looked back at me.

I scratched the top of my head as I looked at her. I had no idea what she was talking about.

“Hey!” I called out as Sonnett started going through my suitcase. “Sonnett, what are you doing?”

“I’m looking for the hoodie.”

“I already told you that you can’t wear it,” I said as I laid back down. I wasn’t worried about Sonnett finding the hoodie.

“Yeah, well, I have the perfect outfit that it would go with and I gotta look good in case we meet a cute girl,” Sonnett said.

I chuckled as I rolled my eyes at her. Sonnett wasn’t always the most observant. That’s problem why she hadn’t even realized that I didn’t have the hoodie with me.

“Well, you’re out of luck,” I said, causing Sonnett to pause as she turned to look at me. “It’s not here. I didn’t bring it.”

“You didn’t bring it?”

“Nope.”

“Well, why not? You’re always looking for new patches for it.”

“i still am.”

“If it’s not here, then where is it?”

I paused before looking through Instagram until I found the picture that Kierra had posted of her and Leah. I turned my phone so that Sonnett could see the picture.

“Leah Williamson has your jersey? But-But she’s England’s captain, and you’re our future captain!”

“And?”

“And? And that makes you a traitor!”

“Because I wouldn’t let you wear the hoodie but Leah can wear it?”

Sonnett was nodding her head as there was a knock on the door. Sonnett was muttering under her breath about how unbelievable it was as she answered the door. No surprise, Becky was the one to walk in.

“Are you two okay? I could hear you across the hall,” Becky said as she looked at where I was laying on my bed. “If we need to, we’ll have Sonnett switch so I can stay with you, (Y/N).”

“No, everything’s okay,” I assured Becky.

“No. No! Everything is not okay!” Sonnett said, causing me to roll my eyes again. I swear the more time I spent around Sonnett, the more time I was convinced my eyes would roll out of my head one day. “She is a traitor! Okay?”

“You mean the fact that she’s dating Williamson?” Becky asked.

“Yeah, and did you know- Wait, what?” Sonnett asked as she realized what Becky had said. Sonnett turned to look at me. “You’re dating Captain England?”

“Yeah,” I shrugged my shoulders as Sonnett started to pace around. “I mean, we do play for the same team.”

“Now is not the time for your double meanings, (Y/L/N)!”

I chuckled at Sonnett as Becky looked between the two of us. I mostly ignored Sonnett’s mutterings as my phone rang. I grinned at the Facetime coming through from Leah.

“Hi, love,” Leah greeted.

“Hey.”

“No! No, absolutely not! This is not happening,” Sonnett said. I looked up at her as Sonnett snatched my phone from me.

“Oi! That’s my phone!”

I immediately scrambled up from my spot on the bed to pull Sonnett back onto the bed to try to wrestle my phone away from her, but she only dropped it on the floor. The two of us stared at it for a moment before we tried to fight to get off the bed first, but it didn’t matter as Becky picked up my phone.

“You can’t let her have it! She’s the future Captain America! She can’t be dating Captain England!”

“Sonnett, (Y/N)’s a big girl. She can date who she wants,” Becky said as she held my phone out to me. I grinned as I took the phone from Becky before turning my attention to Leah. “With that being said, you do have to end the call because we’re having a team meeting.”

I pouted as I looked up at Becky.

“But-”

“No buts. You’re both required to be there.”

We watched as Becky headed out of the room before I turned to glare at Sonnett.

“Way to go. Now we’re both in trouble,” I muttered.

“Me? You’re the one dating the enemy!”

“Oi! I’m still here, mate,” Leah called out.

“I’m not your ‘mate,’“ Sonnett said as she got off my bed to leave the room.

I sighed as I turned to look at Leah. I ran a hand through my hair.

“I’ll text you when we get done? If you aren’t busy...”

“I’ll call you. How about that?” Leah asked.

I softly smiled at that. I really had been hoping to get to talk to Leah for longer. It was harder for us to talk considering we were in completely different time zones.

“Keep that hoodie safe for me, yeah?” I asked. I waited until Leah nodded before a grin broke out on my face. “Good. As long as you wear it when I’m not near, you’re still wrapped up in my love.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“I love you too, (Y/N).”

#leah williamson imagine #leah williamson x reader #leah williamson imagines #leah williamson #uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines #uswnt x reader #USWNT #arsenal wfc imagine #arsenal wfc imagines #arsenal wfc x reader #arsenal wfc

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estrellami-1 · 11 months

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Writer prompt: “When will I get people who care the way I care?” Steve + the party hurt/comfort

Lmaooooo not you turning my own words on me (thank you I probably needed to write this ngl)

Steve made a point to remember the kids’ birthdays. To know their favorite foods, their allergies, to have their favorite tapes in his car.

And it’s not like it’s serious. Steve wouldn’t die from it. Probably.

It’s just… well. He told them he was allergic to shellfish. He remembered the day, especially, because they’d all had a long discussion about what was actually classified as shellfish.

But now someone decided to bring a clambake up to Bumfuck, Indiana, right where Steve lived, and all the kids are so excited about it, and he’s excited for them, honest.

But they don’t understand when he declines the offer to go, their request to drive them. Slowly but surely, he realizes they forgot.

Maybe he should’ve expected that. Maybe he should’ve known the expectations are different on the babysitter versus the babysat. Maybe-

“Alright,” Eddie says suddenly, one loud clap getting everyone’s attention. “Everyone out! Something’s come up. Great to see you, same time next week, untold horrors, et cerera. Get the fuck outta here.”

Eddie turns to Steve once everyone’s gone. “What’s wrong?”

Steve blinks. “What?”

“You’re making a face like something’s wrong.”

“Oh.” Steve debates not telling him, except that’s never done him any favors before, and he doubts it’ll start now. “Um. Just. Y’know the clambake?”

Eddie chuckles. “It’s practically all the kids talk about.”

“Yeah. Um. They didn’t understand why I didn’t want to go. Or why I didn’t want to take them.”

“Okay,” Eddie says slowly. “I’m all for telling the little shits no once in a while, don’t get me wrong. But… why did you tell them no?”

“I’m allergic to shellfish.”

Eddie’s mouth opens in an o. “Do they know?”

“Yeah. Or they did, I dunno. I guess they forgot. And I just… I dunno. Got in my head about it, I guess, because I remember things that are important to them, y’know? I have their tapes in my car, I know their favorite foods, I know what they’re allergic to. I know what to do to help all of them through a nightmare or a panic attack. And I spend so much of my time giving, and being what they need me to be, and… I guess it gets tiring, sometimes.” He shrugs, looks down. “I’m just wondering when I’m gonna get people who care the way I care. Who remember the little things, maybe not even cause they’re important, but because they’re part of me, y’know?”

Eddie smiles sadly, sits next to him. Turns his body to face Steve’s. “You mean like the face you make when you’re cooking and your sauce needs more salt? Or the way you dance a little, wiggle your hips, when you’ve got music playing and you’re doing the dishes? Or the way you clench your fists when you think no one’s looking, when you’re trying not to fidget or reach out and touch?” He touches one of Steve’s hands, clenched in his lap. “You can.”

Steve sighs, releases his hands. Turns one over and capture’s Eddie’s. “And the important thing,” Eddie continues. “The way you keep the pool lights turned off when the kids aren’t over. The way you hate to cook for just yourself. You ever wonder why I invite myself over so much? ‘S because I know you wouldn’t eat otherwise. The kids are assholes, I’ll give you that. They’re also kids. Let them grow up some, keep showing them the love that you are, and trust that one day they’ll show it back. Until then, can I be enough for you?”

“Eddie,” Steve whispers, chokes. “You’re always enough. More than.”

Eddie moves in closer. “Let yourself take,” he whispers back, slotting an arm over Steve’s shoulders and pulling him in. “Trust that I’m giving. That I want you to have it.”

Steve leans in. Doesn’t say thank you. Doesn’t kiss him. He doesn’t have to. He’s taking, accepting. And that says everything.

#I hope this was okay #most of this was written at 2am last night #and I finished the rest just now #so if anything doesn’t make sense that’s why #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #writing #asks #prompts #thank you friend!#starambles

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Sanji/Cora/Zoro Fic Snippets, Part 1

I got a very lovely ask from @starcrossedjedis to write some fic snippets for my girl Cora and her boyfriends, so that's what I did. There are a lot of snippets, so they'll be in multiple parts! Prepare for lots of softness!

I made sure to put a bit more emphasis on Zoro this time, because my focus has been on Sanji these last few days - for obvious reasons - and I feel like I've been neglecting my beloved mosshead, so...

Hope you enjoy!

Note: These fics aren't in chronological order but in the order that the hearts for the prompts are in in the ask. The ask itself is gonna be posted with the very last part of the snippets. Also, I can't find one of the hearts from the ask in the prompt list (this one 🩷), so I'll just take it as a wildcard to pick a prompt from the remaining ones <3

❤️ First Kiss/Realization

Zoro was internally grumbling the entire time as Chopper kept performing various tests on him. All he had done was jump into ice water and get snowed in by an avalanche, what was the big deal? He wasn’t bleeding or anything. This little reindeer was just overbearing.

“Take off your shirt, please,” Chopper said. “I need to listen to your heartbeat.”

With a quiet sigh, Zoro pulled his shirt over his head.

This was really starting to get boring. The door to the examination room was slightly ajar and Zoro could hear the chatter outside. Usopp seemed to be telling another one of his stories, and Nami and Cora were listening, throwing in little remarks. A gust of wind opened the door a little further, just enough for Cora to become visible from Zoro’s point of view. Then, she laughed, and it felt like a flare went off in Zoro’s chest.

“Zoro?” Chopper asked, lifting his stethoscope from Zoro’s chest.

“Hm?” Zoro replied, the little smile that had formed on his face fading as he looked back down at the little reindeer.

“Your pulse got faster all of a sudden.”

“Oh. Yeah, it does that sometimes.”

For some reason, Chopper looked a little worried. “At random or in specific situations?”

Zoro furrowed his brows a little as he thought about it. “I dunno. I think it has to do with Cora most of the time. Maybe she did something wrong when she stitched me back together or something.”

“Oh!” Chopper gasped, his eyes widened with joy. “No, she didn’t do anything wrong. You’re just in love, silly!”

Immediately, Zoro’s body went rigid and his hand shot forwards to cover Chopper’s mouth. “Shut up!” he growled. “Someone’s gonna hear you. I’m not in love, and you know it!”

Chopper just nodded slowly, more intimidated than in agreement. It wasn’t enough that Nami was constantly teasing him about how he had a soft spot for Cora – he did, there was no denying that anymore, even if he tried – so Chopper really shouldn’t be joining in too.

“Can I go now?”

Once again, Chopper just nodded. “You seem healthy to me.”

“Good.”

Muttering curses under his breath, Zoro picked up his swords and left the room. But he didn’t get too far before Cora spotted him.

“Hey, Zoro! So you really didn’t catch a cold then?”

“Hm.” Zoro just responded.

“Oh come on,” Nami scoffed. “You’re still sulking? Cora saved us from turning into wax, you better be grateful!”

“Yeah, but she stole my swords in the process!”

“That way they didn’t turn to wax, you idiot,” Cora hissed.

“Whatever.”

“Oh, forget it. You’re gonna have to talk to me eventually. – Chopper!”

Cora’s tone changed instantly when she saw the little reindeer come out of the examination room.

“Look, I finished the jacket I promised to make you!”

With a bright smile on her face, Cora revealed a dark pink jacket from behind her back, small enough to fit a doll. Small enough to fit Chopper. She helped Chopper put it on, biting her lip in a small wave of anxiety. But as soon as Chopper had the jacket on, she was smiling again. He spun around in circles, looked at himself from every angle, thanked Cora over and over again. All the while, Nami and Usopp made little comments, praising both Cora and Chopper to their hearts’ content. Cora was blushing lightly, telling Chopper about her thoughts while designing the jacket, about the purpose of the various hems, about the properties of the fabric.

Zoro didn’t even notice that he had been staring until the thumping in his chest reminded him of reality. Why didn’t she ever talk to him like that? And why did she have to look so goddamn pretty blushing like that? Who had given her the right to be this pretty in the first place? And why did her lips have to look so freaking soft?! Wait…

“Fuck.”

Kissing in Bed/Lazy Kiss/Cuddling

The sun was shining in through the windows, shedding a gentle light on the mat laid out in the middle of the room. On it, Cora, Sanji and Zoro were sleeping peacefully, a tangle of limbs under their jackets and a blanket. It was the morning after a party and everything was quiet, the entire world seeming happily exhausted after such a big celebration. They had done it yet again. A seemingly unbeatable foe, defeated by a bunch of unruly pirates with a rubber boy for a captain. Now, for a few days, everything was alright again in the life of the Straw Hat Pirates. Until the next inevitable chaos, of course, but that was still in the future. What counted was now.

Sanji was the first to wake up, still groggy from sleep and at least a little tipsy from the lingering alcohol in his veins. When he finally registered where he was and who was with him, warmth spread in his chest and he couldn’t help but smile.

Cora was snuggled up to his chest, looking absolutely adorable in Zoro’s t-shirt, and completely peaceful. Zoro himself was cuddling her from behind, his nose resting atop her messy hair, his arm wrapped around her above Sanji’s, one of his hands tucked into a whole between the buttons on Sanji’s shirt.

Carefully, Sanji uncurled his arm from around Cora’s waist, then lifted Zoro’s hand out of its space in his shirt. Just as he was slowly wiggling his way away from the others, Zoro grabbed him by the shirt.

“Where d’you think you’re going?” he mumbled, sounding like he was still at least halfway asleep.

“To make breakfast,” Sanji whispered.

“No, you’re not.”

“Don’t feel like breakfast in bed?”

“I feel like sleeping. And Cora’s sleeping too for once, so if she wakes up because you left, I’m gonna take your head.”

Sanji bit his tongue from cooing teasingly, resorting to quiet chuckle instead. “Are you?” he winked.

“Shut up,” Zoro grumbled, but there was a smirk on his face.

As Sanji carefully snuck back into his old position, Zoro opened his eyes, blinking against the light. He gently picked up Cora’s arm and draped it back over Sanji’s torso. As if she recognized him by her side, be it by smell or by shape or by the feel of his clothes, Cora instinctively pulled herself closer against Sanji, grabbing the back of his shirt before her movements stilled again, her palm resting against his back.

“Look at her,” he murmured, carefully brushing a strand of Cora’s hair out of her face. “Like she doesn’t have a care in the world.”

“That’s because she doesn’t”, Zoro stated quietly. “She’s sleeping in the safest place there is. I wouldn’t worry if I were her.”

“You’re right. Our little princess,” Sanji sighed.

Carefully, he placed a gentle kiss on her scalp, thereby leaning his forehead against Zoro’s. Sanji ran a finger along Zoro’s jaw and along his neck to his collarbone before resting his hand between Cora’s shoulder blades, between her back and Zoro’s chest, feeling both of their warmth. He closed his eyes again with a content sigh. Maybe they’d stay like this for a few more minutes… Or hours…

Sadly, that plan was starting to look just a little impossible when there was a loud thud outside, followed by Luffy yelling only a second later. Cora stirred in her boyfriends’ arms, her eyes slowly fluttering open.

“Can’t even have one peaceful morning with this crew,” Zoro grumbled.

Then, Usopp joined in outside too, shouting something at Luffy.

“I had such a good dream,” Cora moaned, hiding her face in Sanji’s chest as if that would help to block out reality.

“You did, didn’t you?” Sanji hummed. “Hey, mosshead, you’re the first mate; why don’t you go check what our captain’s up to?”

“You’re the one who tried to get up just a minute ago,” Zoro threw back. “Why don’t you go check?”

Sanji sighed heavily. “Fair point. Might as well make breakfast while I’m up. – Sorry, princess,” he said as he lifted Cora’s arm off of him yet again.

He gave her a soft kiss to the lips, one that Cora barely reciprocated in her sleepy state, then another to the cheek. As gently as he could, he, along with Zoro, helped Cora turn around so that she wouldn’t put too much strain on her injuries. As soon as she got up, they’d surely start hurting, just like they always did. But for now, she got to snuggle into Zoro’s chest as he kept her safe and warm.

“I’ll make you something special, alright?” Sanji promised as he tried to make his wrinkled shirt look at least slightly presentable. Finally, he slipped into his shoes and patted Zoro on the head. “I’m counting on you, mossy,” he said with a smile. Then, he got on his way to find out just what mess the Straw Hats’ captain had started now.

Taglist: @starcrossedjedis @oneirataxia-girl @daughter-of-melpomene @supermarine-silvally - let me know if you’d like to be added or removed!

#one piece #one piece live action #one piece oc #opla oc #fyeahonepieceocs #oc: akaito coraline #otp: you wouldn't fight a katana with a rapier #ot3: the prince. the princess. the knight.#fanfiction #ask #<- technically

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depressedhouseplant · 24 days

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Just Fucking Write - Day 106

Prompt: Beomgyu tells fans to stop pushing during a concert, gets himself in trouble, and outs himself as a reader of fanfic all at once.

A/N: This was somewhat inspired by Yeonjun having to tell fans to stop shoving (which an artist should never have to do btw. Behave yourselves delulus). My brain decided Jay would be a solid other half of the pair. I just work here.

“I fucked up. I fucked up bad,” Beomgyu said when Jay picked up the phone.

“How so?” Jay asked.

“Fans were shoving each other during the concert to get closer to the stage and I lost my temper. I told them that none of them was going to get their y/n moment with any of us so they needed to behave and if they didn’t security would throw them out. We try to acknowledge as many of them as we can, but shoving to the front is rude and dangerous. I know I’m not wrong, but all the guys are pissed at me and even the big boss gave me a talking to,” he explained.

“Mr Bang?” Jay asked.

“Yup. The only reason I’m not getting put on hiatus is because we’re in the middle of a tour and I’m still healthy. They’re having to do a ton of damage control though and I dunno how I’m gonna dig myself out of this,” Beomgyu sighed.

“Well, what you said wasn’t wrong. However, I’m sure there were better ways to say it and not bring fanfiction into it,” Jay replied.

“I like fanfiction please and thank you,” Beomgyu huffed. Jay laughed.

“You read about yourself?” he asked.

“Sometimes,” Beomgyu admitted.

“Anything explicit?” Jay continued.

“I tried a couple, but the pairings are weird. The ones who write the self insert will be very disappointed when they find out I’m a raging homosexual,” Beomgyu replied. Jay started coughing. “You okay?”

“Yeah, you just can’t say shit like that when I’m drinking,” he coughed.

“Well, it’s not like I can see you,” Beomgyu pointed out.

“Fair enough,” Jay agreed and a notice to switch to video call popped up. Beomgyu accepted.

“You’re welcome,” Jay said.

“You just don’t want to choke on your drink again,” Beomgyu grinned.

“That too,” Jay agreed. His face was slightly red from coughing and his hair was still damp from the shower.

“What about you? Have you ever read fanfiction of yourself?” Beomgyu asked.

“No and I don’t intend to. I don’t want to know what they come up with,” Jay replied.

“Some of them are really well written. There’s a couple BTS ones that are better than published books,” Beomgyu said.

“You’ve read BTS ones?” Jay raised an eyebrow.

“I mean there’s a ton of it out there. You can’t avoid it for long. Also, it’s not like they don’t know about it. I know Jin thinks it’s funny,” Beomgyu shrugged. “Sometimes they’ll pair across groups.”

“I’m not sure I want to know the answer but have we ever been paired together?” Jay asked.

“Just Heeseung, but I only think that’s because we were both the same year. You and I don’t interact a ton when the cameras are around so they don’t know how close we are,” Beomgyu told him.

“I guess we don’t,” Jay mused.

“Should I write one for you?” Beomgyu teased.

“Of us? No, I’m good,” Jay held up his hand and shook his head.

“You mean you’ve never thought of us like that? You’ve never considered what it might be like to fuck me?” Beomgyu asked.

“Me fuck you?” Jay repeated.

“Well I didn’t find out I was gay by topping, let’s put it that way,” Beomgyu gave him a look.

“Oh, right, no, no, I haven’t thought of us like that,” Jay replied.

“Because I’m your senior or because you aren’t attracted to me?” Beomgyu asked. Jay opened and closed his mouth several times before finally replying.

“I don’t really think about sex much at all. That’s Jake and Sunghoon’s thing,” he said.

“Are you a virgin?” Beomgyu stared at him.

“I’ve kissed people,” Jay insisted.

“With tongue?” Beomgyu continued.

“Ew, no,” Jay wrinkled his nose. Beomgyu laughed then immediately slapped his hand over his mouth. His groupmates were already pissed at him. Waking them up wouldn’t help the situation.

“Well that clears up a lot,” he said.

“You’re mean,” Jay glared.

“Well, when you’re back from Japan if you’re up for it, maybe we can try some kissing. With tongue,” Beomgyu suggested.

“Is that something you want?” Jay asked.

“I asked you first,” Beomgyu replied. Jay bit his lip. Beomgyu knew that look.

“Yes, I’d be willing to try,” he agreed.

“Good,” the older boy smiled. “I should let you get to sleep.”

“I can talk for a bit longer,” Jay told him. A bit longer stretched into another hour before Jay couldn’t stop yawning and they finally hung up. Beomgyu came shortly after thinking of what it would be like to finally touch the other boy.

#just fucking write 2k24 #minors dni #txt fanfic #enhypen fanfic

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wooahaes · 2 years

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acts of service

pairing: non-idol!vernon x gn!reader [reader has a uterus]

prompt: ow.

word count: 1.1k~

warnings: menstruation warning!! reader has shitty periods, cramps-wise!! im projecting onto this one hardcore sorry. intentional lowercase + minimal proofreading.

daisy’s notes: i have no pain tolerance. when will a cute guy take care of ME when I’M in crampy hell. also u can tell my love language through this probably...

sometimes it truly felt like you lucked out somewhere when you met vernon. he was funny, he was actually pretty damn wise sometimes, he was laid-back--and, to be honest, he was pretty fuckin’ cute and you loved whenever he smiled because that’s him, that’s your love! on top of all of that, he was pretty understanding. you broke the “hey, bud, i’ve got shitty periods every month” news to him about two or three months into officially dating, and he just kind of nodded and asked what you needed from him when it got worse--if you’d seen a doctor if it was that bad (truthfully, it wasn’t--your tolerance for pain was just low), too, because of course you had the sweetest boyfriend who wanted to make sure everything was good.

“i dunno, i just want you to be around for a really long time,” he had said, squeezing your hip before pressing a quick peck against your lips.

(that was also the first time you told him that you loved him. something about the way he said it was just so loving that you needed to tell him right then and there because you just knew.)

you could hear the door to your apartment open and the sound of rustling bags. vernon called out your name, announcing that he was home and that the store was kinda busy so hopefully you’re not feeling too bad right now (truthfully, there was nothing that could make you feel worse... except maybe literally getting murdered). just grunt if you’re still alive, he understood.

so you did. you heard him laugh from the other room, each step growing a little louder as he grew closer. he pushed the bedroom door open with his shoulder. “thanks, babe,” he said.

“i feel like death.”

“i don’t think you’re dying this time.” he set the bag of takeout into your lap. “you do say it every time.”

“maybe it’s true this time,” you already started to undo the knot. “maybe i am dying.”

“babe.”

“maybe i died twenty years ago and i’m just a ghost. you have to move on, vernon--”

he sat down at your feet, rustling through the other bag. a new bottle of painkillers, a bottle of water just so he could come straight to you when he came home. he glanced up, “oh, so when i was a kid? before we even met?”

you smiled at him. “maybe so.” the knot came undone, and you started to pull out your food. “thank you for the toast.” the empty plate was still on your bedside table, nothing but crumbs left in its place.

“yeah, no problem,” he pulled out a bag of your favorite candy. “you’re not supposed to take painkillers on an empty stomach, so i thought i’d leave something for you.”

you were waiting for him to finish what he was doing so the two of you could eat together. maybe later you’d regret eating in bed, but you honestly just wanted to get something good into your stomach and didn’t feel up to moving things to your dining table. vernon’s phone chimed a moment later, and you watched him pull it out, glance at it for half a second, and then throw it down into the empty space next to you.

“is that your other partner?” you teased.

he looked up with a soft hm? before pulling out the chocolate he’d bought you. “does seungkwan count?”

seungkwan, who told you the first time you met him (while vernon was in the bathroom) that he liked you but that he wasn’t going to give up his friendship with vernon? that the two of you had to share him because vernon was his best friend, too? it hadn’t bothered you in the slightest because he genuinely liked you since you got along great with vernon, but he always fussed at you whenever you brought it up now because it was dumb for him to bring up. “yes.”

“then, yeah, it’s my other partner,” you could see a smile tugging at his lips. “he asked if i’m still gonna meet up later.”

“and?”

“i’ll text him i’ve got other plans,” he set aside the bag on his way to round the bed.

“do you?”

he picked up his phone, already typing out a message. “yeah? i’ve gotta take care of my baby.”

the heat rushed to your face at that. “i’m just on my period, y’know. you can go off with your friends.”

he, gracefully as he could, flopped onto his side of the bed. “nah, it’s fine,” he moved closer to you. “i like taking care of you. we weren’t doing anything special.”

“is this the first time you’ve blown off your friends because of my periods?”

“what? no,” he reached out for his own container of food. “sometimes i gotta put you first. i mean, you know i still go out. but i woke up and you were crying this morning, babe. i think you’re more important today. first day is always the worst.”

you looked up at him. “okay, i know that because it’s my body. how do you know that?”

he looked up. “i... track your periods, kind-of?”

“vernon.”

“is that weird?” he fiddled with one of his rings, gaze not meeting yours as you could see color leaking into his cheeks. “i just try to make sure i know when shit’s coming up so i can make sure we’ve got everything you need. less stuff for you to worry about. plus you said your first day is always your worst. i just kinda never forgot it because i care about you.”

maybe it was the hormones, but you honestly wanted to cry over that. there was just something so tender about being loved and cared for in a way that focused on minimizing your stress, even if it was something as simple as making sure you had enough painkillers to help with the cramps or your favorite snacks on hand to make you happy.

you leaned over and pressed a kiss against his cheek, catching him off-guard while he was texting seungkwan again. “i love you.”

he looked up and smiled at you, leaning in for a quick peck on the lips. “i love you, too. let’s eat before this gets cold, yeah? i‘ll grab my laptop so we can watch something.”

it was funny how much a simple act of love made you want to spend every single day with him. but if one act did that, then everything vernon did and was was enough to make you want to stay by his side until the end.

#wooahaes.fic #seventeen imagine #seventeen x reader #seventeen x you #svt x reader #svt imagine #svt x you #vernon x reader #vernon x you #svt vernon x reader #svt vernon x you #chwe hansol x reader #chwe hansol x you #chwe vernon x reader #chwe vernon x you

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internalsealpanic · 2 years

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Set Them by the Door

Summary: It’s hard to say not to a favor when Oliver Queen is the one asking, but it becomes nearly impossible after meeting Roy and Lian.

a/n: Happy birthday to @pricetagofficial! This fic was based on “i’m the lawyer helping you get custody of your daughter and oops you’re all kinds of adorable with her and also i think she’s growing attached to me is this good or bad” au from this prompt list.

warnings: I know little to nothing about custody battles. This was a messy but fun fic to write so it's written in stream of consciousness.

"Well, what do you think?"

You look up from the case notes Ollie's handed you. "It's..." And well, it's not great. Dozens of misdemeanors, charges for assault, a juvie record, and oh, a history of drug possession. You always want to read that on a client's file, especially for a custody battle. "Ollie, I'll be straight with you," and boy, that's hard with that hopeful look Ollie's got, "It's a long shot and I mean long. Hail mary long."

"You said that about your last case."

You run your hand through your hair. That was because I was working with a single mother, you want to say but don't because that hope in his eyes steel, and yeah, that's that. "You're gonna run me out of miracle juice, huh old man?" Fucking hell, Ollie. You look at the file again. The client isn't bad looking which would help. You're gonna pray he never shows up to trial with a black eye or a split lip. His features hook on you though too bright and distinct not to leave an imprint in your memory. "He from the center?"

"No."

This, too, catches you. Ollie's altruism is impressive but it has limits. He's got a bank account that would take you a few lifetimes to catch up with but it's not bottomless, not enough to save everyone in this city. But that's not it, is it?

"Who is he?"

Ollie shifts. There's a strange flicker in his expression. You brace yourself for some brick to hit you in the face. Ollie's revelations feel a lot like that sometimes and you wish he'd come up with a way to ease people into it. "He's one of mine."

Well, that you weren't prepared for.

You blink. "Like a minion?"

Ollie balks at you. "First of all, what would I need minions for?"

You shrug. "I dunno all you commies seem to have 'em."

"Hal is younger than that joke," Ollie groans.

You smile and lean back, flipping through the files again, careful not to get the coffee you're sipping on it. "How come I've never met him?"

"We..." Ollie goes quiet for a second. It's a bloated pause as he searches for a way to explain too many things at once. "We had a rough patch and apparently, all my kids think I'm embarrassing."

"You are."

Ollie scowls at you but you just shrug again.

"But I've met Connor and Mia but not Roy."

"Like I said rough patch." There's a twitch in Ollie's jaw, a kind of guilt that worms under your skin. You soften. You flip through the papers again before standing up. Ollie was always about second chances and sadly, the old man has rubbed off on you. And fuck, you and your bank account hate him for it.

"Ollie, I'll... see what I can do."

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The first time you meet Roy Harper. He's late. Almost an hour late. You're in the middle of your lunch late. You're going to throw a half-eaten salad at him late. But ultimately, it's Lian who keeps you from throwing the scruffy-looking man out.

That and the possibility of being charged with assault.

The first thing you realize is that Roy is pretty harmless. Sure, he's got arms that look like they could manually decapitate someone, and sure, they're lined with tattoos, but he's harmless to you and more importantly Lian. Lian is, in fact, very relaxed around Roy and hides behind him until you tell her you're a friend of Ollie's. She looks at him like he's the whole world. A complete and utter trust.

Your secretary, Jess, looks at once smitten and aggrieved as Roy reschedules another appointment. You can sympathize. The man has very interesting clavicles. It's going to be a lot easier for you if the jury will be as smitten with Roy and be able to skate past that mile-long juvie record. You shrug and pull your own phone out.

"Hi Dinah, yeah, no, this isn't an emergency. Just wanna know if Lian is with you. Mmhmm, yeah. Could I maybe... I know, I know, you're gonna say yes though." There's a sigh. "Relax, I'm not going to teach her poker. Oh, Ollie already— Ha! See, there is nothing worse I could teach her."

Jess frowns at you.

"What?"

"Are you even legally allowed to meet with the kid like that?"

"Yes," you lie.

You might have agreed to help them, but you're still not getting the full picture of this whole thing.

With all the missed appointments, you're starting to get antsy and maybe a little suspicious. Besides, you need to interview Lian and Dinah's there as a legal member of the family so if you squint at it, you're just following protocol.

Normally, you conducted these interviews during the first meeting but that meeting was cut short. Very short. So, here you are now, invading the Queen's kitchen, competing for counter space with Dinah who is making Mac and Cheese and has, reasonably, not offered you any. She does very much know that this is not protocol.

The interview is going well. Roy's, as you confirmed, a good dad from Lian's perspective and seems to be able to provide her with both emotional and fiscal support. If helping your kid out with math homework on practically no sleep doesn’t count as love, you don’t know what does. The stories Lian tells you make you soft and a little guilty about going behind Roy's back. You'll apologize— eventually.

“Do you not trust my dad?” Lian asks with a grounded-out look that kicks you between the ribs.

I don’t— I didn’t, is what you think, is what you would say reflexively, but through better judgment, you say, “I’m a lawyer.”

Lian scrunches her face. You are pretty sure she likes you a lot less. That’s … fine. It’s fine. You’re not upset at all.

You press your fingers together as your eyes cut away. “I trust your dad— I do! It’s just that…” You wave your hands vaguely. “... Lian, I’ll be honest,” you say taking her hand gently, “The court won’t trust your dad.”

“But dad’s awesome!”

You smile. “He is, isn’t he?”

She returns your smile with an even bigger one. You nod. “He’s really awesome, so you have to tell me how awesome he is then you have to tell them, ok?”

She huffs but she agrees, looking a little less upset with you.

"Yeah," you chuckle softly, packing up your suitcase.

Roy’s at the door covered in grease and grime, looking like he’d transformed into a car just to get here. You make eye contact. A panicked, startled sound bubbles up in his throat. You look him up head to toe. He’s still in his mechanic’s uniform, probably just got off work, probably a shift covered. “I got here as fast as I can—”

“ ‘s all good, Mr. Harper.” You shake your head.

"Satisfied?" Dinah asks, not quite as grumpy as before.

No matter how much you think you want Lian to be in a good home, Roy wants it more.

This is when you decide to help them.

Come hell or high water.

It's been a couple of months— custody battles drag on, often kicking and screaming— and the work is delightful.

()

Mostly.

The second thing you figure out, and this one is against your will, is that Roy Harper is by all accounts charming.

"You're late again."

Roy gives you a once over and you feel unfairly conscious. You're not wearing your full suit today, not when Star City is in the middle of a heat wave. Roy throws you a slowly, lazy grin. It's handsome. In its own way, it is. You know for a fact that that exact expression is something that gets him out of a fair amount of trouble.

You do your very best to scowl at him.

He holds up a box of donuts sheepishly.

"Sit down."

He does, biting back a grin. You roll your eyes at him. "How's Lian?" You ask, swiping a doughnut and taking a bite. It's freshly made and it's from that little store down the street. A man of good taste.

He shrugs flopping himself on one of the seats. "Oh you know, fixating on Dinosaurs, prepping a Ted talk about ponies for Ollie, and getting indoctrinated into hockey."

"Oh, that's nice."

Roy pauses.

You pause.

A grin creeps into his features as you look up from your papers. Your features twist and contort with a million things on your mind but the first thing that comes out is, "Couldn't she pick something civilized like football?"

This draws out a full-bellied laugh from Roy and your cheeks are burning. "Could be worse. She could play polo," Roy says, miming swinging a polo mallet while that smirk is still plastered to his face. This induces a frankly disgusted look from you and Roy is one step away from dying of laughter. You fight down a smile. "Never took you for a hockey guy. Does Star city even have a hockey team?"

"It does," he pauses like he's reevaluating the veracity of that statement then tacks on, "But we're more of Gotham Penguins fans."

You blink. You fail entirely to keep the shock off your face. Gotham? Star City is bad but woof, Gotham? "That's... Gotham? What, you couldn't pick a less cursed shit-hole?" You have nothing against Gotham. Nothing personal. You just take offense to its existence.

"Hey! My best friend happens to be from that shit-hole." You snort in response. "And honestly, he's the hockey guy." A friend who’s been in contact with the family. Good, you think. "Speaking of which, I need some character witnesses from you. I usually ask the client for any recommendations to make things expedient. You understand."

He nods and he does. It's a courtesy. It gets on your client's nerve sometimes but he understands.

As he lists the names, you're realizing slowly. That it's not just you who Roy's worked his charm on. It absolves you, a little. That feeling cracks seeping into rock dulling. It helps that it's not only friends but also teachers and medical personnel.

"Dick Grayson?"

You've heard the name before. Somewhere.

Roy grimaces. This territory feels a little like scorched Earth but you press on. "He's the one who figured out I was shooting up." Roy braces for something. The tension in his muscles rising as you shuffle through some papers. You only realize you haven't said anything when you notice that he's gone dead quiet.

"That's good."

"He knows— he saw how bad it got."

"Better."

“He’s a cop.”

“Spectacular.”

“He could tell the court about my drug binges!”

“He could tell the court the man you’ve become. You telling me that he figured out you were using, didn’t haul your ass to rehab, and you’re still friends? Fuckin’ christ, Harper.”

From Roy’s face, you can tell that you’ve got your voice raised up to an 11 but you can’t find yourself caring. “Sorry,” you mumble burying your face in your hand then repeat more clearly, “I’m sorry.”

Roy settles back into his skin. He laughs a little. “Wouldn’t they just ignore his testimony if we’re friends?”

“Depends on how we play it,” you say, looking up from your hands, “we could go with the friend angle but since he’s a cop who’s dealt with domestic violence cases—”

“He hates those,” Roy says with a bitterly, fond smile.

“Good. He’ll be able to give good testimony then.”

“That is if he agrees.”

“You’re making your friends sound stellar,” you laugh and Roy’s shoulders ease despite the terseness of the sound. “Love the guy but he’s kind of a dick.”

()

"What's your poison?" Roy asks, trotting out a smile that's bright and sweet and wholly inappropriate as you look over a transcript of Dick's testimony. It's manipulative— fully, aggressively aware of it— but your scowl falters anyway. He is aware that you're supposed to show him these transcripts without being coerced, right?

"Cyanide."

After a moment, you slide over the transcript to Roy to see if this'll end the conversation.

It doesn't. Please, you're not that lucky.

"A little old school, isn't it?" He says, sliding onto the corner of the desk, because sitting on chair to read isn't good enough. You cannot fault him for wanting to show off how those jeans fit on him though.

"Nothing better than the classics," you say, going through Wally's transcript. It's long. Too long. You did tell Jess to take everything down. Taking down even the chewing noises seems excessive though.

"C'mon," he says, leg bouncing, "you're not about to tell me you got nothing."

Roy's always like this when Lian is at her mom's— agitated and ready to sink his teeth into anything also long as it keeps him busy. You think about pulling something tired like alcohol or cigarettes and some sob story out of your ass but upon reflection, remember that Roy is terribly perceptive. "Ask Mia."

He pulls a face.

You pull a face.

"What?" hissing, defensive.

Roy's still got that face on him. You backtrack. “Shit Roy, I didn’t mean anything by it. All I meant was Mia has dirt on me.” His face blows wide open from the confession. A victory but at what cost. Well, at least he’s not forcing you to put money in the swear jar.

“Why the hell would you give Mia, Mia Dearden, anything to blackmail you with?”

“Because…”

“Because?” he repeats expectantly. You sigh. "I was new at the game and I didn’t know any better so I thought telling the kid something embarrassing about me would make her feel better and get her to yanno, trust me."

"Did it work?"

"No, but she at least said something other than fuck off."

“Lian’s looking less like a handful, huh?”

“Lian’s an angel.”

"She is. Listen," Roy says, cupping the back of his neck and cutting his eyes away, "Sorry. It's just— I'm sorry. I'm usually... better than this."

You want to remind him you blew up on him just a couple of weeks ago but then he might say it was warranted. "Roy, I work in family court. The look you gave me is pretty much child's play."

"Yeah?"

"You should see divorce battles. Terrible. So yeah, you're fine. I get it."

A grimace hooks on his features. "You're too sweet, you know that?"

You stare blank faced at Roy. Your brain is overclocking to process those words because that stupid smile on his face is blocking everything else out. Collecting yourself, you scoff. "Hal'd have a dozen things to say about that."

"Hey, as long as you didn't screw with his truck's engine, you're golden."

"Of course, that was you."

There's a bit where you two fall silent. It's comfortable. The shuffling of papers and the buzz of the space heater fills the room nicely like quilt draped over your body. Then as you lull into that trance like state you get into when you read documents, the clack of a box against your deck cuts through the buzz and brain is once again forced to inhabit the same plane of existence as the rest of you.

You look down at the box and stare at it. An ugly little card board box scribbled with crayon butterflies and dinosaurs. Giving Roy a questioning look you tap the box. "Ollie's gonna be covering your legal fees..." That's not it because Roy chuckles. "Lian asked me to give you the jewelry box she made in class."

Roy holds it out. It's obvious from the look you're giving him that you're still confused. "Connor told us it was your birthday last Tuesday."

"Oh." You take it carefully. It's stupid, but for some reason, you're scared it'll shatter if you put too much pressure on it. Something warm and fuzzy bubbles up inside you. "Thank you."

()

You never knew just how much projectile macaroni would hurt, but Thursday seemed like the perfect time to find out.

"Seriously, Mr. Harper, I'm fine," you say, holding the ice pack to your forehead. You are not actually fine. You feel like starting a petition to ban macaroni arts and crafts from schools but other than that, you're fine.

"Let me check," he insists. Lian is sobbing and clinging to your side. It's a little crowded.

You rub Lian's back. "I'm telling you it's fine. There's no bleeding."

"On the outside, what if there's some on the inside?"

"That's where it's supposed to be!"

"I'm sooooooorry!" Lian sobs, her tears and snot getting all over your suit as she clings even tighter. "Please don't be mad. I'm sorry."

You set the ice pack down and scoop Lian up. "See," you say, turning your face to show your eye. "Fine."

"U-huh," Roy huffs, crossing his arms.

You glower at him then Lian hiccups, mouth-wobbling to keep another sob in. "You're still mad."

"I promise. I'm not. It just... stings a little."

"I'm sorry," she wails, "don't leave."

You and Roy look at each other startled. More than that he actually looks panicked by the idea. You can't blame him. Finding a different lawyer at this stage is honestly a horrible idea. You, on the other hand, are struck by the fact that leaving them had never even been an option.

It's, well, wow. You're attached. Wow. Ok. Shit, you think. Scrubbing your hands over your face, you muffle a scream into your palms and debate whether to call Ollie and tell him to never sicc clients on you ever again. Instead, you call Hal because fuck, if anyone's going to be the voice of reason at 3 fucking AM, it's gonna be the former alcoholic who is up talking to God or something.

"I. Am. Going. To. Block. You."

"I think I'm attached."

Hal cackles then hangs up. He blocks you by the way. True to his fucking word, Hal blocks you and you're left to stew in your own self-recrimination and fighting off thinking about Roy. You stare up at the ceiling and god, you want to cry and "Jesus fuck, Roy," you think. He and Lian can't just walk into your life and throw it up against a wall and fucking rob it of its lunch money.

Two hours later, you're on Ollie's front door, staring up at a light-polluted sky.

Ollie comes out in his fluffy pink-slippered glory and hands you a mug. "You on a bender?"

"Some people call those 3-day weekends."

"Same people who would call neighborhood watch on you for sitting outside at 4 AM."

"Fucking weirdos."

Ollie laughs. "So, last time you did this, you wanted me to talk you out of law school because you were scared it'd cost your folks too much. What's up?"

"I need you to talk me out of something." You're not exactly famous for self sabotage but you've never avoided it. Besides, who better to ask about shitty love life decisions than Ollie. He probably knows this. He probably sees this written all over your face but he humors you. "What extremely good life decision am I talking you out of now?"

You give him a sideways look.

"I've... I got attached."

Ollie's quiet.

Ollie's never quiet.

You scrunch up your face. Reading his micro-expressions in the dark is not the smartest move but there's just enough definition on his face that has you wanting to throw the mug at him. "Hal told you," you say dangerously flat.

"Texted," he clarifies.

"Hal told you."

" 'bout 5 minutes before you got here, so I could get it all out of my system."

That more than anything pisses you off. The nerve they have for courtesy when you're having an emotional crisis. You set the mug down. It's a stiff gesture that has Ollie on edge. He's about to say something when you bolt up and shuffle angrily to your car.

"You got attached, so what? Roy tends to make people do that."

Your nostrils are flaring. It's a strange thing to focus on while your blood is boiling, but you hold on to it, not ready to take a swing. "So what?" Your fingers flex. "Ollie, do you hear yourself?" They curl into a fist. "So what?!" The wind-up. "Ollie, if I fuck this up, Roy's going to lose Lian. And I am going to fuck this up because I will." The words fly at Oliver like a fist.

You're shaking. You're inconsolable. You're going to fail.

The other shoe is always going to drop.

“Kid," Ollie leans his weight against your car, "I could have hired the best lawyers money could buy.”

“Are you bragging?”

Ollie scrubs his hands over his face, looking exasperated. “Just listen for a sec, ok?”

“All ears.”

“I coulda gotten Roy any lawyer, anyone, but you’re the best, you got that? How many cases have I thrown your way?”

"50."

"How many have you won?"

"What does that matter?"

"Answer the question."

"47. Every case is new and you know it. Just because I won..." You feel tired. The adrenaline buzzing through you is fading. Ollie rests his hand on the back of your neck. “Well shit, Ollie,” you laugh in the floppiest way you've gone through a mental breakdown. "Thanks."

"No problem. Just stop coming before the sun rises. The neighbors are starting to get the wrong idea."

"Sure, but you gotta do me a favor too."

"Hmmm?"

"Stop sending me supermodels. My neighbors are starting to get the wrong idea."

Roy's a little pale. It's like the color's been bleached out of him. You think, a little defensively, that this says a lot about how much he trusts your capabilities. Maybe you're projecting. He's probably more worried about losing Lian. The way he's holding her tight to him like he's trying to fuse her into his ribs to keep her safe.

She waggles, bored. She looks up at you and you give her a weak wave. You're not really paying attention to her but devoting most of it to Roy whose face is trying not to fall apart. You don't know how he's keeping his voice even or who he's even calling.

You lean against the wall and make faces at Lian.

A good lawyer would read through notes or something right now, but you did all of that last night.

The call ends and Roy looks up at you tired and grimacing. "Ya think we got a shot?"

"Mr. Harper," you say, more gentle than strictly necessary, "I'll get you more than a shot," mimicking his pantomimed polo shot.

"All you family court lawyers this cocky?" The grimace turns crooked and fond.

"Only if they're as good as me, yeah."

()

"Kidnapping is classified as a felony offense under federal law that has a minimum of a 5-year prison sentence."

"A, you and smart ass over there are adults," Ollie says, waggling a butter knife at Roy, "B, Lian came willingly. C, what cop is going to believe you if you say, 'they kidnapped me for free waffles.' Boohoo. Just take a seat."

Roy crosses his arms and glowers at Ollie who took the spot next to Lian at the exact same time as Hal took the spot next to Dinah leaving only one chair. Now, Roy is not a paranoid man, but the timing is a little suspect.

You side-eye Roy, breaking your staring contest with Hal. "Why exactly do you have that memorized? Should I be concerned?"

"No."

"Be very concerned," Hal says.

You look at Roy. He holds his hands up defensively. "Look, I was mad at Ollie and Jesus, I wasn't being serious!"

You blink, gape, then cover your mouth and look like you're about to tell him exactly what crime he's committed by opening his mouth. Ollie, helpfully, explains what Roy is floundering on. "When he was a teenager, he said he would tell people I kidnapped him if I didn't let him go with his friends on a weekend trip."

Roy's a little in love with you when you smile at him, corners of your mouth sticky with syrup. "Thank you," He leans in, whole body falling into your orbit, breath brushing against your ear, "and it's Roy now. I can't have you calling me Mr. Harper on a date."

"Do I even have to point out how ridiculous that sounds?"

"It's been said," Ollie says casually.

"Great," Roy says, "now, where's the other chair?"

Dinah shrugs, covering up the twitch of her lips by biting into a waffle. Hal opts to innocently look around. Ollie straight up ignores the question. Lian, well, Lian does some mental math before lighting up. "Musical chairs!" she cheers.

You'd like to see the work for that one.

"I feel like I'm entitled to a chair," you say, "since I won the case. I feel like that's fair."

"There's a chair right there."

"Dinah, there's a chair. Singular. Me and Roy's muscles would never fit."

Hal chokes on his waffle. If he dies, you could get his chair. It's more pleasant to think about than what you just said.

You sadly miss the tinge of pink creeping up Roy's skin. Or the way he flinches away when he's realized he'd subconsciously drifted in your space once again— something he's been trying to avoid the past few months.

You both shift your weight awkwardly and stare at the chair.

"I think we could fit."

You look at the chair skeptically. "You sure?"

"Do we have a choice?"

You cram yourselves awkwardly on the chair– arms, knees, legs, and shoulders bumping. It's a terrible process trying to keep up with the rhythm of the table while you're all tangled up with another person. Even engaging in shop talk, which you normally do like breathing air, is made difficult by all the squirming. You both mumble apologies as you try and fail to find the right places to slot your limbs into only accomplishing more skin-to-skin contact that has your hearts racing. It's painful when Hal and Ollie hint at your crush. It's especially headache-inducing when they just tell Roy to ask you out on a date as a thank you. This is quite literally painful because the waffle comes back up your throat like it's demanding a rematch. You ignore the fact that Roy doesn't strenuously object to the idea.

You give up eventually. Not before Ollie can laugh at your predicament. Such a fucking asshole.

"Take it down a notch love birds."

"Bite me." You say it as seriously as you can with a cheek full of waffles.

"Don't threaten him with a good time," Roy quips.

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medeafive · 8 months

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For @wntrsnat - prompt: "How long have you been sleeping with him?" Turned it into a Cop AU.

Chapter 2 on AO3

He should have come earlier. But he didn't want to ask and she didn't ask herself and there was Barney and everything at work and all he's been doing is texting her every few weeks How are you and she always texted back okay. Nothing more. Coulson had to press on him pretty hard before he realized he really should go visit his former colleague, his former partner. After two years.

"How is your new one?" Natasha asks, arms crossed, feet on the table, coffee mug clutched to her chest. She took well to New York. Well, she also took well to Chicago, before everything went to hell.

"Wanda?" Clint shrugs, playing with a pen. "Dunno. She's, like, 20 at best. Talks about her true crime podcasts all day."

Natasha's lips curl into a smile. "Sounds fun."

He snorts. "She did a tarot reading for me last week."

Natasha tilts her head. "What did it say?"

"Just the usual bullshit," he lies. He's not going to tell her he came here because of some stupid cards. "Can mean everything and its opposite, too."

"Mhm." Natasha puts her mug down and pulls her feet off the table, still wincing slightly. "Hold on, I have to read that."

It almost felt like the old days until she winced. Now it's all flooding back in, the pain, the fear, the guilt. She's frowning at some mail or the other, scrolling through quickly, efficient as always. She looks older. "I should have looked after you better," Clint says.

Natasha rubs the scar on her abdomen absent-mindedly. "Nothing you could have done, really."

It feels like there should have been something. He should have been able to prevent his partner from being abducted, from being shot, from bleeding out within an inch of her life. Should have been with her, should have found her sooner, should have - It's too late for all of that. "Fury misses you."

She grins, clicking on something. "Did he say that?"

"No. Of course not."

She nods absent-mindedly. "I miss you, too. All of you."

She could have come back. After the hospital, rehab, therapy - But she didn't want to, understandably. Too many memories. Instead, she chose New York. Not a quiet small town posting, New York. She was always a big city girl. "You can visit sometime."

She rubs her nose, as always when she's scared but doesn't want to show it. "Yeah. Might just do that."

He sighs. "I think she has potential. Wanda. She sees things other people don't see."

"Let me guess," Natasha remarks. "She's also terrible at filling out forms?"

"Horrible."

She smiles, satisfied with her guess. "Sounds like you fit together perfectly."

Not like with Natasha. It was never the same, the work, the late evenings, the horrible lunch choices, coming in in the morning and seeing this other girl at her desk - He swallows. "I finally got a place for Barney. Assisted living."

She looks up. "Really? That's great."

"Yeah, it's in Ohio, but whatever, I guess." He rubs his old wrist injury. "Moved him last week. He seemed happier without me, too."

"I'm sure that's not true, Clint," she chides.

He breathes out. They were never on good terms, him and his brother, and then that idiot had to wrap his car around a tree, couldn't even die in the crash, too, the only living relative - "It's for the best, in any case."

"Yeah," she agrees. "Happy for you."

He breathes in. "You know, I -"

The door opens without warning and in walks the guy at whose desk Clint's sitting, Barnes, Natasha's new partner. Dark hair, piercing blue eyes. Broody type. "I sent you the witness statements from the 26th. Don't think there's anything helpful in there."

"Thanks, I saw it," she replies. "I didn't notice anything either but we can go over it later in more detail."

Barnes nods, fishing some menu from his desk. "Sounds good. I'll go get Chinese, you want anything?"

"The usual," she replies, folding her forearms on the desk. "Sesame noodles with chicken for Clint."

"I'll see whether they have that," Barnes says, already pulling the door shut behind him. "Okay. See you."

He doesn't know when the uneasy feeling in his stomach started but it gets so much worse when he sees how she looks after Barnes. "He seems alright."

"Yeah," Natasha agrees absentmindedly. "He is."

Better rip the bandaid off. "How long have you been sleeping with him?"

She sighs. "Clint -"

"It's fine," he replies. "You can just tell me."

She bites her lip stubbornly, some older trauma coming through. "I'm not."

"Tasha. Come on."

She sighs again, pushing some file to the side. "Three months."

Three months. If he had just gotten over himself five, four months ago - Too late for that. "Well, I'm happy for you."

"Not telling anyone," she mutters, plucking invisible lint off her desk. "Or they won't let him take the Sergeant's exam."

Of course he's taking the Sergeant's exam. "Don't worry, I don't even work here."

She smiles weakly. "Sorry."

This wouldn't have happened if she hadn't gotten shot. Who knows what they would have become if she had stayed in Chicago, where people assumed they were either siblings or married for a decade, where everything was perfect until everything went wrong - Too late. "Nothing to be sorry for."

She swallows. "You wanted to say something, right?"

He's not going to tell her now, not about the request to be transferred that he has at home all filled out, just waiting for an envelope and a stamp, New York - Too late. "Oh, don't remember. Can't have been important."

Her eyes narrow, exactly like the old Tasha, the one who always saw through his crap. "If you're sure about that."

"You should visit sometime," he says instead. "Coulson asked. If you're ready for that, of course."

"Mhm." She shakes her head. "You know what, I think I might be. You still do the Thanksgiving party?"

He snorts, ignoring the cold hand squeezing his heart. "Of course we still do the Thanksgiving party."

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#BNC2023 #natasha romanoff #clint barton #bucky barnes #buckynat #clintasha #black widow #hawkeye #winter soldier #fanfic #my writing

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thenasoneshots · 10 months

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Sirius Oneshot - Protection and Pranks

Requested?: No

Prompt: None/prompt from ai

Type of oneshot: Fluff

Timing: Marauders’ Era

Reader's Relations: None

Reader’s House: Gryffindor

Warnings: Use of the word ‘mud-blood’, Bullying, swearing

Other notes: At the start of this, you’re in 1st year, and the Marauders are in 2nd. You’re also muggle-born in this. Also, I believe in ‘Quidditch Team! Sirius’ btw…

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“Look, it’s a pathetic little Mud-Blood! What shall we do to her?”

Before either of his friends could answer, Lucius had smacked the stack of books out of my hands, “Oops…” I bent down and started to pick them up, trying to stop the tears that were wanting to escape my grasp, when he stood on my hand before running off.

“Here.”

I looked up at the different voice and saw Sirius Black. He and his friends were infamous around the school for pranking teachers and students, so I was hesitant to trust him, thinking he was going to prank me when I saw the bottle of hair dye in his other hand.

“Don’t worry, it’s not for you. Our pranks are reserved for Slytherins and annoying teachers.”

I smiled and took the book he’d picked up from him, whispering a small, “Thank you,” before picking up the rest myself, ignoring the pain in my hand and running off.

-------------------------- 4 YEARS LATER

“It’s my fault, Professor McGonagall. The prank was my idea, Sirius was only keeping guard for me, please don’t punish him.”

When I looked up, having been hanging my head in shame, I saw Sirius’s eyes had widened. Professor McGonagall gave a small smile in my direction, “10 points to Gryffindor for your honesty, Miss (L/n).”

I looked up at her in shock, “Huh? Aren’t I going to get a detention or something?”

She shook her head, “Not this time. If I catch you again, you will though. Now back to bed, both of you.”

We nodded and she walked off, as Sirius quickly put James’ invisibility cloak over both of us before we walked back up to the common room, removing it before going through the portrait hole. When we got into the common room, we fell to the floor, laughing like loons.

“That was fun.”

“Apart from getting caught, yeah,” Sirius replied.

I giggled, “Hey, at least we didn’t get detention.”

“Thank you. Really, if you hadn’t been there, I know I would have got at least a week’s worth of detention.”

I smiled and stood up, examining my watch, “I doubt we’re going to be able to sneak into our dorms at this hour. Everyone will probably still be awake in mine, I don’t know about your friends, but I’d going to be bombarded with questions, I know that. I’m going to sleep down here.”

“I’ll join you. The guys will ask why I was gone for so long.”

I nodded and made my way slowly over to the sofa, the fire giving just enough light to see to get there as I made myself comfortable.

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“I don’t care what those two are up to, I want my cloak back!”

“I’m sure they’ll give it to you, James, plus we don’t even know where they are. Sirius never came ba-what is it?” Moony replied, stopping himself mid-sentence when I stopped on the stairs, putting my arm in front of him, “Shh… Look.” I pointed over to the sofa noticing Moony’s gaze follow mine, “That’s why he didn’t come back up.” That’s when I got an idea, quietly and slowly sneaking over to the sofa where Sirius was lying, (Y/n) resting on his chest, Sirius’ arm wrapped around her.

“PADFOOT!”

Immediately the two woke up with a start, “THE HELL?! James you git!” (Y/n) shouted.

YOUR POV

“Did I ever tell you how much I hate your friend, Sirius?” I asked, turning my attention back to the boy in question.

“I dunno, I hate him too sometimes,” he replied, “Prongs, fuck off, I’m trying to sleep.”

“What you really want is some alone time with your girlfriend, isn’t that right, Pads?”

I felt my face heat up a bit and I threw a nearby cushion at James, “We’re not dating! Plus, I have a boyfriend already!”

I noticed a painful look overtake Sirius’s face but he wiped it off as James spoke again, “He had his arm wrapped around you protectively. You wouldn’t be sleeping on top of him, on his chest I might add, if you weren’t, Moony, back me up.”

“(Y/n) is right. I believe William is his name, Ravenclaw Quidditch Captain.”

“Thank you, Remus. At least someone pays attention. Now, go and eat your breakfast, I’m going to go and get dressed.”

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I felt my heart break at the sight of William pressing a random girl I didn’t know against the wall and kissing her. I gasped and he turned to me, dropping the girl, “(Y/n), it’s not what-”

“Cut the crap, Will. We’re over!” I shouted before running off, not caring about all the looks I was getting. I ran back to the common room and muttered the password, ignoring the Fat Lady’s words asking if I was alright and ran up to my dorm.

“(Y/n)? What’s up?”

“William’s been cheating on me, I broke it off.”

“Well, he’s a jerk. Come here, what do we always say?”

“‘Lily hugs make everything better’. Right?” I replied as she smiled at me, standing up from Emelia’s bed and walking over to mine, hugging me, “Right!”

A few minutes later, she let go of me, “Better?” I nodded and she smiled, “Good, now I think you should get some food, want me to come with you?”

I shook my head, “It’s fine, Lily, thank you.”

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“WILLIAM!”

I turned around from walking towards the common room after a quidditch match; Ravenclaw vs Gryffindor, to see Sirius with William pinned up against a wall, “You jerk! How could you do that to that Angel?! (Y/n) did NOTHING to deserve you cheating on her so why?!”

At this, I saw Sirius raising his wand to William’s throat, “Why? Why did you cheat on her?!”

“Pads, he’s not worth it, you don’t want to get another detention, do you?” James spoke, placing a hand on Sirius’ shoulder, causing him to let William go, putting his wand away and going to turn around, before surprising everyone and turning again, punching William in the jaw. I gasped, causing the group to turn to me.

“(Y/n)! You weren’t supposed to se-” Sirius was interrupted when I ran up and grabbed the tie of his uniform, pulling him to my height and kissing him, “Thank you.”

“W-what?” Sirius asked, his face now bright red.

“To be honest I was meaning to break up with him for a while. I’ll explain on the walk to the common room.” Sirius nodded and wrapped an arm around me, tossing his broom to James, who got smacked in the face with it, “Mind putting that away for me, Prongs?”

“I’m not your wingman, Padfoot!”

I giggled at the antics of the two boys and tapped Sirius’ shoulder, gaining his attention, “I realised that pulling those pranks on the Slytherins with you, and how much fun that was, I realised I was falling in love with you, Sirius, but I didn’t say anything because of William, but then I heard the rumours about you having ‘shagged almost every girl in Hogwarts’, and realised I’d have to tell you I was in love with you, but I wanted to break up with William first… Sorry if you don’t feel th-” I was cut off when he stopped walking and grabbed my upper arms, pulling me closer to him and kissing me, “I love you too, (Y/n).”

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Hehe… finished, it wasn’t exactly the prompt but ehh, the prompt gave me the idea for this.. .doing what a prompt is supposed to do ig.

#sirius black #x reader #female reader #james potter #remus lupin #sirius x reader

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dragonmuse · 2 years

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In the LH&K verse and prompt fills it's been hinted that lucius is self conscious/ insecure about his physical appearance at times? Would love to see some moments of Izzy or Pete (or both!!!) reassuring/ comforting/ reacting to Lucius feeling insecure!

(both! Both is good! First half is just a few weeks into Pete and Lucius' relationship, second half is between I Want to Break Free and Laugh with the Sinners)

“It’s hot as hell out there,” Pete pointed out in what he thought was a reasonable manner. “You cannot be serious about wearing layers. Or even a long sleeved shirt.”

“It’s my whole look,” Lucius folded his arms over his chest. “Enjoy my self-expression. Also I’m going to be in an air-conditioned bar all night that’s set to ‘if it gets above freezing my makeup will melt’ temperature.”

“You’re running around all night. I’ve seen how sweaty you get. It can’t feel good.”

“Rude,” Lucius scoffed and started looking for his socks in his overnight bag. “You’re not supposed to tell someone they look gross, you know.”

“I don’t think that’s what I said,” Pete frowned. “You look uncomfortable, not bad.”

“You’re all uncomfortable on nights like this, what does it matter?”

Pete watched him for a long minute. They’d only been dating for two months or so and he wasn’t sure how much he could push this or if he should even bother. Maybe it was just how Lucius preferred to dress. He certainly half-lived in his favorite blazer and most of his outfits had a general sameness to them. Out of drag, Pete was much the same so it was hard to get to get on a high horse about it.

But...

“I like when you look comfortable,” he said. “You smile more and your face is all....you’re always hot, but you’re really beautiful like that.”

Lucius stopped moving and then he turned to him very slowly. “Please tell me you didn’t just say I’d be prettier if I smiled more.”

And Pete had apparently stepped on a landmine. Boom. Wonderful.

“No! Yes? Shit. That’s not what I meant.”

“Oh, please explain,” Lucius all, but growled. Woe betide anyone who thought Lucius was the easiest target on staff.

“I mean I like when you’re happy,” he tried again. “I like knowing you’re okay and doing your thing and not...dunno. Suffering for no good reason?”

“...yeah,” the fight went out of him. “Sorry. I know what you meant. I don’t exactly drown in compliments.”

“I don’t know why,” Pete shook his head. “You’re ridiculously cute, you know that right?”

“I am aware that I can project that image,’ Lucius said carefully and sat down beside Pete, their thighs touching.

“Yeah, you cannot actually Jedi mind trick me into thinking you're attractive,” Pete pointed out. “I told you day one that I thought you were my type.”

“I’m also painfully pale, noodle-armed and still prone to breakouts like I’m fourteen,” he groaned. “I don’t want to wander stripped down. It’s like wearing a sign that says I’ve never worked out a day in my life.”

Pete stared at him.

“What?” Lucius snapped.

“That’s how you see yourself?” He asked incredulously.

“...sometimes,” he mumbled.

“But you’re,...” Pete looked for the right words. Lucius always had good words for things. He loved them and Pete was always trying to piece something together that would at least not sound like total nonsense. Not that Lucius seemed to care. Maybe they were alike in more ways that he’d originally thought. “I started shaving my head because I was balding.”

“Uh, yeah?” Lucius blinked. “I figured that out, believe it or not. You can tell through the stubble and all.”

“And I thought that it was over for me,” Pete plowed on. “Like at clubs and things. Because at least before I looked young before that. There was nothing left to hide behind.”

“You don’t-”

“Shh, my turn,” he chided. “I thought that and I was wrong. Plenty of guys like a bald head. I didn’t have to like it for that to be true.”

“Oh,” Lucius reached out and ran a hand over Pete’s scalp which felt great, but he didn’t lean into it. “I like it.”

“And I like your arms. They’re strong enough to do what needs doing. And I like your skin, it’s soft and pretty. I never notice your pimples unless you point them out and even then, who cares? I still get them too. Just being human.”

“Huh,” Lucius’ hand drifted down to Pete’s face, cupping his cheek which also felt good. “I guess it’s pretty stupid to complain to you about not wanting people to see me, huh?”

“It isn’t. I’ve had my whole life to make peace with my face. Doesn’t mean you can’t feel a way about yours.”

Lucius leaned in and kissed him, then drew back with a sigh. “It is hot as balls out. I’ll leave the jacket here.”

Several years later

“What are you doing?” Izzy asked from the bed. He was sitting up, laptop on his lap, bare chested.

Lucius had snuck in on Izzy’s day off for a nooner and been pleasantly surprised by the warm reception. Generally, Izzy wasn’t open to surprise changes in schedule, but this had gone smoothly enough.

“Putting my clothes back on?” Lucius frowned. “What’s it look like?”

“Thought you were just going to go hang out with Stede.”

“Yep,” he reached for his jacket. “And?”

“And....just seems....” Izzy searched the air for the right words apparently and Lucius ignored him in favor of giving the jacket a good shake to get out some floor-born wrinkles. “Like a lot of layers for lunch.”

“You don’t want me to cover up the tank top,” Lucius surmised.

“...yes.” Izzy admitted.

Lucius had worn just the white undershirt for most of their activities today and Izzy had shown his appreciation as best he could without the use of his hands. It had been fun, but that had been a very much private, inside bit of pleasure.

“I think Stede would have a stroke if he saw my naked shoulders,” Lucius laughed it off.

“Doubt that,” Izzy said.

“...you’re not going to take a perfectly served opportunity to make a joke about Stede dying? Are you sick or something?”

“Seems a shame is all,” Izzy’s eyes dropped back to his laptop. “Didn’t think you ever did anything because of what someone else might think.”

“I-” Lucius stopped mid-pulling on his shirt. “Come again?”

“You’re pretty clear about doing your own thing all the time. So what do you care if someone has thoughts about your shoulders being out on a hot day?” Izzy started typing, apparently only half-paying attention to the conversation at all. “I mean, I’d put on some sunscreen cause you burn like a motherfucker, but otherwise....”

“I like flirting in public, excuse the fuck out of me if I put myself in the best position for that,” he grumbled.

“I will bet you whatever you want that you pull more in the tank then with the shirt on,” Izzy glanced up at him.

“You’re on. I want one of those stupid Gordon Ramsey level complicated recipes for dinner next week when I win.”

“Fine. What do I get if I win?”

“Which you won’t,” Lucius let the button down drop to the floor. “But let’s say....you can finally take that nude picture of me you asked about.”

“Agreed,” Izzy said quickly.

“How are we measuring this?”

“I trust you to be honest about it,” Izzy shrugged and went back to typing. “Have a nice lunch. Bring sunglasses, it’s bright out there.”

Lucius: This cannot be happening.

Izzy: what’s that?

Lucius: I have been trying to get the new waiter at this place’s attention for weeks. Stede tried to convince me he was straight because I was being so pathetic about it.

Izzy: and?

Lucius: and he gave me his number on a cocktail napkin under my drink just now like I’m in a Sex and the City episode.

Izzy: You’re a Samantha, right?

Lucius: how do you even know that reference? This day makes no sense.

Izzy: Fang called me a Miranda once and I was pretty sure it was an insult so I had to do research.

Lucius: How much research?

Izzy: Pete is a Charlotte and Stede is a Carrie. Eddy is Big.

Lucius: So Miranda and Samantha are having a nude photo session is what I’m getting from this conversation.

Izzy: You can wear the tank if you want. And I’ll still make you beef wellington. Always wanted to try that anyway.

Lucius: i want to put you in a jar and study you like a bug sometimes. But sure, we can do both Tuesday.

#leda house and the kraken verse

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drylan · 2 years

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Prompt: Ryan and Dylan are obviously into each other, but awkwardly discover their attraction is shared by a third party. (Male or female works, smut/fluff/angst whatever is also perfect. I don’t mind either option, I just love the way you write 🙃)

Dylan should leave this frat party. Right now. Like, right fucking now.

Because Ryan Erzahler is here. And Dylan’s been crushing on him painfully since freshman year. They’re both juniors, they’ve ran in the same circles sometimes. Hell, they’ve even gotten drunk together.

But it doesn’t matter, because Ryan isn’t interested in him. Or anyone, actually, as far as Dylan can tell. But what started as a stupid little crush has blown into a full on infatuation. And once he came to the realization he was stupidly in love with someone that probably saw him as an acquaintance and study buddy at best, he decided he’d try to avoid Ryan.

Which he had been successful for about five days straight until now. He’s only snapped out of his longing gaze towards Ryan when he feels another presence next to him. At first he thinks it’s Jacob making his party rounds or Kaitlyn coming to tease him about Ryan, but it’s not.

It’s some other guy, Daniel or something. He’s got a few inches on Dylan and he’s seen him around campus a few times. More money than brains, which doesn’t necessarily mean one’s a bad person. But he’s heard the dude is a dick.

“Can I help you, Daniel?”

“I think you can, Lenivy.” He gave a bit of a smile, eyeing Dylan and leaning in close. “...I think we can both help each other, if you know what I mean. You’ve got a pretty cute face. I’ve got a hot bod, let’s see what happens...”

“Uuuuh.” It had been a bit since he’d gotten laid. And yeah, his body was kinda hot, but was he really interested in a casual hookup? On one hand, Daniel was a dick. On the other hand, maybe getting laid was get him out of his Ryan slump. But...did he even wanna get out of the slump? “I dunno, man, maybe...”

“C’mon...” A hand on Dylan’s shoulder, which he didn’t necessarily fully hate, but he looked over at Ryan still. If only...if only. “...wait, yeah...Ryan?!” Daniel said really loudly, loud enough that Ryan definitely heard. “Shit, man, nevermind.” He pulled his hands away from Dylan quickly, raising them in mock surrender.

“Wait, what-”

“I’m not fucking around on that dude’s turf. The silent, creepy type-”

“Don’t call him creepy!” Dylan bit out defensively. “And we’re not-”

“Makes sense, with you two eyefucking each other all the time when the other isn’t looking. Damn.” Wait, what the fuck? Each other? Yeah, Dylan fawned over Ryan constantly, but he didn’t...didn’t know Ryan had ever looked at him the same way.

“Everything okay over here?” Ryan’s deep voice over the party music called them both to jump a little, but something warm bubbled up in Dylan when he heard it. Like Ryan was his knight in shining armor.

“Yeah, yeah, everything is good, Ryan. Sorry, didn’t mean to bother your boy.” Daniel took a couple steps back and awkwardly finger gunned at both of them.

“Dylan’s not my boy.”

“Yeah, sure, and I’m not half drunk and rich as fuck.” More awkward silence. “Anyways, bye.”

Daniel scrambled off into the middle of the dancefloor, leaving Ryan and Dylan to look at each other. “Weird guy, huh?” He tried to break the silence between he and Ryan, but then he noticed Ryan looking at him. Really looking at him.

“Yeah, uh...why’d he call you my boy?”

“Uh, cause he’s got this, this crazy idea in his head that we’re into each other. And, and, maybe he’s half right. Cause, y’know, you’re hot as hell and I’d be crazy to not, like, be into you. But anyone who has taste on campus is.” Did he really just blurt all that out? Jeez, what the fuck was wrong with him? One cup of vodka cran and he’s lost all filter.

“Maybe not that crazy.”

“What?!”

“I wouldn’t mind it...” Ryan says carefully, stepping up and pinning Dylan against the column of the wall with his hips. “...if you were my boy?”

“No?” Dylan swallowed, knowing he was way more flushed from Ryan’s contact than the booze.

“Nah, wouldn’t mind it at all.”

“...then I guess I’m your boy.”

#the quarry #fanfic #ficlet #my stuff #ryan erzahler #dylan lenivy #drylan #rylan #radioheads

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Putting on Hairs - Post Production: Drunken Duet

Primary Pairing: YohaRiko Rating: T? Words: 524 AU: Theater, Monsters, Cryptids Fandom: Love Live Sunshine Parent Fic: Putting on Hairs - Post Production Time Frame: Sometime after the main story Event: Promptober 2022 Event Source: Idol Fanfic Heaven channel on Discord Prompt: Duet Content Warning: Drunken antics

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Author’s Note: Primary entry for Oct 12th

Summary: Riko has some drunken requests of Yoshiko

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“Yoocchaa~n…” Riko drawled. “Shummun yer wingz ‘gain…”

Probably the most reasonable request Riri’s made all night. Yoshiko thought as she shrugged her shoulders. She cared not that the act earned a few startled glances from the few other people out on the street this late.

“Fwaaa~…” Riko shoved her face into the wing on her side. “Sho shoff… an’ warm…” She pulled it around herself like a feathered shawl. “Heehee… Thanksh, Yoochhan…”

Yoshiko couldn’t help laughing at her girlfriend’s drunken antics, even though it still surprised her that a demon could get drunk in the first place. But it was another afterparty for another successful opening night at the theater. And Mari had sponsored everything, including the booze, again. So here they were, walking, or stumbling in Riko’s case, back home.

Angels, even fallen ones, were immune to mere mortal poison, and thus Yoshiko could not get drunk. She still happily imbibed along with her friends, because she did enjoy the flavors of the beverages. And while her guardians had posited that with angels being self-actualizing, she could in theory allow herself to lose control. But that was absolutely something Yoshiko wished to avoid doing, especially with the powers she knew lurked within her.

“You really love my wings, don’t you, Riri?” Yoshiko said as they approached their apartment.

“Mmm…” Riko hummed a happy agreement. “Yocchan’s wing ‘re da bes’… Ev’n bett’r dan mine.”

“Oh, I dunno about that.” Yoshiko disagreed, opening the door. “Riri’s wings are pretty amazing as well.”

“No dey’re not…”

“They’re part of Riri, and Riri is amazing, so her wings are amazing.”

Riko paused in the entryway, gears spinning in her hazed mind. After a moment, pink dusted her cheeks. “… Oh…”

Yoshiko chuckled again. “C’mon, let’s get you some more water.”

“Ne… Yocchan…”

“Mm?”

“C’n we… do tha’ think again?”

“Which thing?”

“You know, the swappy thingy tha’ the thing Nozomi-san gave us duz.” Riko made hand motions she probably thought represented the effect of the artifact.

“The body swapper?” Well, technically soul swapper, but whatever. Yoshiko added silently.

“Yeah, tha’. I wanna feel Yocchan’s wings li’ they’re my own ‘gain.”

Yoshiko hesitated. How would that work when one of them was drunk? Drunkenness was a physical effect that should stay with the body, right? Riko’s soul wasn’t drunk, right? Maybe it would be…

Wait. My curse is on my soul, not my body. Yoshiko realized. Would that transfer with me over to Riri’s body? It was fine when she was sober last time and I was in full control. But her body is drunk now…

“Uhm… I don’t think that’s a good idea, Riri.” Yoshiko hedged. “Maybe in the morning?”

Riko pouted. “Fine, den Yocchan has ta sing a duet wi’ me.”

“Eh?” Yoshiko balked. What kind of alternate request was that? Sure, it was more normal than soul swapping, but…

“You ‘eard me.” Riko crossed her arms stubbornly.

“It’s not that I don’t… never mind.” Yoshiko took her girlfriend’s hand and led her to the living room.

Once there, Yoshiko started powering on one of the gaming consoles.

“Yoccha~n… I sai’ duet, no’ duel.” Riko whined.

“Yup, and I have a karaoke game we can play.” She handed a microphone to her girlfriend. “And with a score system, we can duel as well.” She grinned. “Must admit, I’m a bit curious how well a music demon will do in a game like this.” Even a drunk music demon…

“Ah’m not gonna hold back.” Riko summoned her wings, tightened her grip on the mic, and took a serious stance.

Yoshiko’s smile grew at the ludicrous, yet lovely sight. She also found herself thankful her parents had insisted she soundproof the apartment after taking on a few peculiar pets, of sorts. But she and Riko could belt out whatever lyrics they wanted and not worry about disturbing the neighbors.

“Right, let’s do this.” Yoshiko started the first song.

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Author’s Note Continued: Yeah, most of the story ended up being about last year’s prompt and I effectively shoehorned in this year’s. But I figure I can handwave it away as non sequeters are common for drunks. And Riko is a music demon, so music of some sort is always close to her mind, even while drunk.

#YohaRiko #YoshiRiko #Sakurauchi Riko #Tsushima Yohane #Putting on Hairs #Love Live Sunshine #Promptober 2022 #Tsushima Yoshiko #YohaRiri

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Can't Have Shit in Okinawa

WHUMPTOBER 2023, DAY 8: “I’ve got soul, but I’m not a soldier.” Overcrowded ER | Outnumbered | “It’s all for nothing.”

I didn't go into this Whumptober expecting to write so much comedy or comedy-adjacent entries, but oh well, may as well embrace it now.

I took the ER prompt because all of the others sounded too… hardcore for me, I guess? I'm way too damn soft. Even then, I decided I may as well make it humorous. Not sure I'm into the spirit of Whumptober this year.

I only recently realized that I had never written anything KojiMaki in my entire life… which is weird, since would you ask me, I'd tell you they're the best romantic character dynamic in all of CT. Yeah, I know, the bar is cosmically low, but it's true, right? Good parallels, actual chemistry, agressive support… it's got it all. WY really fed us well, man. They're not my fav ship (as my stupidly high number of MatsuYoshi fics will happily demonstrate for me), but they're the best written one imho.

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Can't Have Shit in Okinawa

Summary: It's not because your date has ended in the ER that you can't bicker about it with your partner!

Fandom: Captain Tsubasa

Word Count: 1K words

AO3 version available here.

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It’s not where their date was supposed to end; but sometimes, you simply don’t have control over what happens. Sometimes, a last-minute idea from your partner brings you a good surprise! And at others, they get hurt and you end up in a spot that’s not quite as fun.

Or, like, the complete opposite of fun.

“I thought the emergency room was meant for that. Emergencies.”

She’s lost count of how many times her boyfriend has sighed since they’ve arrived here.

“It’s meant to be, at least. You’ve never been in one before?”

He stares back at her, very much unamused.

“I was unconscious the only time I did, how was I s’pposed to know they sucked ass?!”

“It’s a well-known phenomenon! I didn’t think I’d have to explain that to you!”

“Maybe you should’ve asked before, then!”

“Where else was I going to bring you anyway?”

“I dunno, just a regular doctor would’ve been fine!”

“You were bleeding buckets, you idiot!”

“Yeah, and?”

“Well I wasn’t gonna fix that myself, now, was I?”

“You could’ve, I dunno, tried!”

“I’m no doctor!”

“It’s just a damn scrape, Maki! No need to worry so much about it!”

“It’s a bleeding gash the depth of a ping-pong ball, Kojiro!”

“That’s the weirdest comparison I’ve ever heard.” He looks around. “Oh fuck, they’re all staring at us.”

“Gee, I wonder why.”

Don’t get her wrong, she loves him to bits, but her boyfriend is the loudest person on Earth. Oh, and also, he’s a world-famous soccer player. As in, “outstanding name in a list of outstanding names” famous. The guy is a world champion and stuff. That may not help much, in their case, because it did not grant them a priority queue, and also, people do stare at them. A lot.

The ER, as the legend foretold, is cramped and overcrowded. There are people who are here for all sorts of stuff, from terrifying bug bites the size of a softball glove to what Maki can only assume to be people who should’ve just to their local pharmacy. There’s always at least one of those and they will always get called before you, the legend also says.

Among the things Maki has in common with her boyfriend, one of them is a natural knack for impatience. She hates standing in one spot and waiting for things to happen. Powerlessness is an annoyance at best and a deep-rooted phobia at worst. Right now, luckily, it’s just a lot of annoyance at things being horrible, frigidly slow.

In short: the ER, with its awfully slow pace and dozens of people screaming, crying or even chatting very loudly on their phones, is stuff of nightmares for her. If she was here all on her own, a part or her would be terrified, yes – on the other hand, she happens to be here with someone else, who barely seems to care that they have to be there waiting on uncomfortable plastic chairs to begin with.

She glances back at Kojiro. He seems mildly bothered by everything around him, the now rust-coloured towel still on his thigh. Occasionally, he takes a sharp inhale mostly through his right nostril and looks even more mildly bothered. People are still staring at him.

“That stupid thing’s stopped bleeding anyway,” he says as he leans back. “Can we go back to your place, now? Fuck this ER shit, I can do a zig-zag stitch too.”

A mother with her snot-filled kid is glaring at him, her face oh so offended.

“You’re not for real, right?”

He now actually looks displeased.

“What? Do I look so, I dunno, like a brute that I can’t sew?”

“That’s not what I said! I’m just sayin’, you’re no doctor, so don’t stitch your own wounds close!”

Kojiro responds to that by getting his phone out.

“Eh, whatever. There’s probably a tutorial for that on YouTube.”

Maki can only gawk at him. That guy is considered the cream of the crop in his category but man can he be awfully stupid. She loves him for all of his highs and lows, but he’s really dense as a brick when he wants to. Also, for all of his ranting about his friends from the national team being self-sacrificing idiots, he has the tendencies as well.

Actually, come to think of it… Maybe if she tips the scales, she could make him realize how bad it’s getting. That’s what couples do, right? Communicate. They communicate so things don’t explode in a big ball of fire.

“Hey… Can I ask you something?”

“Yeah?”

The woman with the snotty kid are called. Their turn may finally come soon; which, God, not too soon. The air here is stale, cramped and overall suffocating.

“If I was gonna do the same thing to you, which is having a bleeding gash the depth of a ball and say it’s no biggie, I’m gonna stitch it myself, what would you do?”

Now, he looks downright pissed.

“Why’re you even askin’ me that? It’s damn obvious!” His shoulders rise even further. “I’m bringin’ you to the hospital no questions asked!”

“Yeah, that makes sense, right?” She pokes his chest. “So why won’t you get it through your thick skull, hmmm?”

His anger changes into surprise.

“Dammit.”

“See? Not hard to understand! I’m worried and I don’t want you hurt even further, so be a good lil’ kitty and stay put until we get called!”

“Did you just call me a kitten because of my—”

“I’ll call you a tiger again when you’re back on your feet and not profusely bleeding in my backyard!” She breathes out and tries calming down as best as she can. “I know it’s annoying, I don’t like being here either, but it’s for your own good, I swear. And, if you don’t wanna think about yourself… then think your mom would be much more reassured to know you got to see a doctor and got it stitched right!”

He scratches the back of his neck a little sheepishly.

“You’re right there, I guess.”

“I just know you, after a while!” She leans against him. “You should stop being all rough like that. You’re supposed to also lean on me when you need help.”

He leans back in the other direction, his head softly landing on top of hers.

“…Yeah.”

Eventually, a nurse comes and calls their names – finally.

#whumptober 2023 #no.8 #overcrowded er #captain tsubasa #fic #kojimaki

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