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notdonesimpin · 3 years

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It Takes Time ~k.b.~

koutarou bokuto x reader

warnings: angst (but not with bo), fluff (with bo)

synopsis: After breaking up with your boyfriend of three years, you find yourself falling for Bokuto’s antics to cheer you up.

a/n: okay so this started as purely self indulgent and i just typed whatever felt right lol so it’s kinda long. hope you enjoy :)

“We’ve been at this for ten minutes, why hasn’t he cheered up?” Sarukui huffs.

Akaashi sighs, watching the first years fail to lift his spirits. He’s pretty sure they have tried everything that usually works, but none of it had any affect on him.

“We’ve got about ten minutes to turn his mood around or we might be doomed. We need him at his best performance when playing Nekoma,” Komi reminds.

Nekoma… Y/L/N could fix this, Akaashi thought.

“I’ve got it!” Akaashi exclaims, “I’ll be back as quickly as possible!”

He rushes off to find you, leaving all of them in confusion as to what he’s talking about.

“Y/L/N!” Akaashi yells, running towards you as you fill up the water bottles with the other Nekoma manager.

“What’s up? Aren’t you supposed to be warming up right now?” You ask and look up at him as you tighten the lids on all of the bottles.

“Are you swapping out this game? Are you supposed to help the other managers with something?”

“I am swapping out, but the other managers don’t have anything planned. We just kind of chat.”

“Good.” He grabs your arm and drags you in the direction of the gym.

“Akaashi! Why are you dragging me?” You try to keep up so he at least wouldn’t drag you.

As soon as you get in the gym, he rushes you over to his team and pushes you in the direction of Bokuto.

“Fix him,” he requests.

You look at him in confusion. “I don’t know how to do that!”

“Just do what you normally do! You don’t have to do anything special.”

You huff and walk over to Bokuto.

The team looks at Akashi in confusion as Komi speaks up. “You got Y/L/N?”

“Just watch.”

“Bokuto?” you walk up to him, “Are you okay?”

As soon as he hears your voice, he perks up and looks at you with a wide smile. “Y/N! You’re here to watch me play!”

“Do you want me to watch?”

“Yes! I want you to see how awesome I am! I worked on a crazy good line shot that’ll blow your mind!” He overemphasizes with his body, making you laugh a bit.

“You showed it to me last night during free practice, Bo.”

“Oh yeah…” he pouts for a quick second but then recovers, “But it looks so much better in a game!”

“I guess I can stay and watch. Don’t go too easy on us, okay?” you tease, walking over to Nekoma’s side of the court.

The entire team was in shock by how your presence alone was able to change Bokuto’s entire mood.

“Bokuto has a crush on her,” Akaashi briefly explains, “but she has a boyfriend.”

“Shouldn’t that make him even more sad?”

Akaashi shakes his head, “They are on thin ice right now, so he’s trying even harder.”

“Guys! What are you doing standing around? We have to warm up!” Bokuto yells, gaining the entire team’s attention.

Later that night, you were hanging around Kuroo at his free practice with Bokuto, Akaashi, Tsukishima, Hinata, and a deceased Lev.

“Y/N?” you heard the voice of your boyfriend at the door.

Everyone paused with wide eyes and looked between you two.

You sat the water bottle for Lev down beside him as you asked, “What are you doing here, Seijuro?”

“We shouldn’t be having this conversation over text. Can you please come with me?” he requested. You nodded and walked over to him, giving Kuroo a look as you passed.

As soon as you were out of sight, Bokuto started to make his way after you, but Kuroo grabbed his arm. “Bokuto, not this time.”

“What if he hurts her? What if she’s crying?” Bokuto says. They could hear the sadness and desperation in his voice to make sure you were okay.

“She’ll let us know when she feels like it. Let’s practice some more. I promise if she isn’t back in fifteen minutes, we’ll look for her,” Akaashi adds in, managing to focus Bokuto’s attention elsewhere for the time being.

Meanwhile, you were sitting on the hill with Seijuro beside you.

“So you did cheat on me,” you started.

“Y/N, really?” Seijuro looks at you with disbelief.

“I asked you two days ago if what Kuroo told me was true. Two days, Seijuro. Instead of just telling me no, you ghosted me and then showed up here. You wouldn’t do all of that if it wasn’t true. I don’t want to believe you did it, and I’ve never thought you would. I’ll ask you again. Did you cheat on me?”

After a few seconds of silence Seijuro confesses, “Yes, I did.”

You could feel your heart ache and your throat close up as the tears began to well in your eyes. You got up with fists clenched, trying to keep your composure.

“I’m done, Seijuro. We’re done.”

You walk away as Seijuro follows behind you with pleas for you to just let him explain. “She didn’t mean anything! It was a mistake.”

“It was a mistake?” You pause and turn to look at him as you spat, “How long did you see her behind my back?”

He became quiet again, but this time it only made you angrier. You shook your head, taking off the necklace he gave you and tossing it on the ground in front of him.

“Three years. We were together for three years, Seijuro. Does that not mean anything to you?” Your voice began to raise with every question you asked, “Was I just an easy lay? Did you ever even care about me? Was I not pretty enough? Not good enough? Was everything you ever promised to me a lie?”

“Six months!” Seijuro cut you off, “And, no. You mean so much to me. I just got caught up because you were focusing so much on the volleyball team, and I missed you. I was selfish and stupid, and I should have talked to you about it instead of cheating.”

You shook your head in disbelief, “You played me like a fool for six months. Would you have even stopped if Kuroo didn’t catch you. Would we even be having this conversation right now?”

“No, I would have figured that what you didn’t know couldn’t hurt you.”

Your lips were tightly pressed together as you took in this information. “Thank you for being honest. Also, thank you for showing me how much of a joke I am. I hope you treat her better than this.”

“Y/N-Fuck! Listen to me.” Seijuro grabbed onto your wrist, squeezing tight enough for you to feel pain.

“Let go!” you wince and try to pull your arm back.

As you stepped back, you ran into someone’s chest, looking up to see Kuroo staring Seijuro down. “Do we have a problem here?” Kuroo seethes.

The air was thick as Kuroo stared Seijuro down.

“We’re just talking, Kuroo-kun,” Seijuro grip slightly tightens as he tries to pull you closer.

“Then why does she look terrified right now? Also, I believe she told you to let go.”

Kuroo’s eyes narrow as a dare for Seijuro to try anything again. Seijuro hesitated, contemplating on if he wanted to make this harder than it had to be.

“Look at you being her protector. Where’s the other guy? The knight and shining armor?” Seijuro drops your wrist as he steps forward to get in Kuroo’s face.

“Seijuro, please leave. I’ve heard everything I needed to. It’s over between us. It was over as soon as you cheated the first time.”

Seijuro became quiet, backing away from the both of you as he clenched his jaw. You and Kuroo stood there in silence and watched as he walked away.

“Are you okay?”

You nodded as you looked down and rubbed your wrist.

You walk back to the gym with Kuroo close behind you, putting on an emotionless face as you come through the door.

Bokuto immediately noticed you and spoke up, “Y/N? Are you okay?”

You plaster a quick smile and give a small wave as you help Lev up. “Don’t worry about me! I’m just going to get Lev in bed and probably turn in myself. I’ll see you guys tomorrow!”

“Okay…” Bokuto says, holding back everything he wanted to ask you.

He figured it didn’t go well since you looked like you were about to cry. Plus, he noticed that you didn’t have the necklace Seijuro gave you on anymore either.

After getting Lev back, you went to the bath since no one was in there and let out silent sobs as you sat in the water.

You’d never felt so used and useless in your life. Maybe it was karma getting back at you for all the things you did when you were younger.

Maybe you just weren’t meant to find love. You were stupid enough to give everything to the first guy that ever showed interest in you. You’re a fucking joke. You always have been.

What made you think that being with Seijuro would make it any different?

You hadn’t realized that you’d been in there for almost thirty minutes until your phone went off from a text.

Bo: *sent a photo* Thinking of doing this next halloween. Opinions?

You giggled to yourself, looking at the photo of a Sailor Moon outfit and imagining Bokuto in it.

Y/N: you definitely have the legs for it lol

Bo: I KNOW RIGHT ;)

You laughed a little more, wiping some of the tears from your eyes as you waited for his next message.

Bo: did that make you smile? I figured you probably left early so you wouldn’t make us worry.

You furrowed your eyebrows, finding yourself shocked by his text.

Y/N: yeah, it did :) plus, you guys don’t need to worry about me. I’m a big girl.

Bo: I know I don’t NEED to, but I do.

Bo: want to join me to get popsicles?

Y/N: can you wait 20 min?

Bo: OF COURSE! Meet you outside of your building!

You rushed out of the bath to put on some clothes and meet him outside.

As soon as you walked outside, he stood up and softly smiled at you. “You ready?”

You nod, watching him jump for joy as he walked beside you. “There’s a store about five minutes away. I hope that’s okay.”

You lightly laugh, “It’s fine, Bo. I needed a post break up snack.”

His eyes widened, “Oh, I’m sorry about that.”

“You don’t need to apologize. It wasn’t your fault.”

He shoves his hands in his pockets, kicking a few rocks on the path. “I know,” he mutters, “I can’t imagine how bad you feel, though.”

You shrug, “I don’t even know how bad I feel. I know that I’m upset about why it happened, and I know that I’m the one that broke up with him. I guess it just feels like a fever dream.”

Bokuto nodded, letting the two of you fall into silence for the rest of the way there. He didn’t want to seem like he was pushing you for answers that you weren’t ready to give and you appreciated it.

As soon as you got in the store, Bokuto grabbed a small basket and handed it to you. “Go get your feel better snacks. I’ll get the popsicles and some ice cream.”

“Bo-”

He cut you off before you could respond. “I’m covering it, so don't worry about it. I know you like to eat your feelings when you’re sad. Even though you think you put on a good mask, I can always tell when you’re sad, so please get your comfort food. However much of it you need.”

He walked off towards the freezer section before you even had the chance to respond.

The next morning, Kuroo was carrying you on his back to the gym since you refused to get up.

“Does this count as kidnapping?” you question.

He rolls his eyes, “No, but it will count as a murder if you don’t stop sulking and doubting your worth. He was the one in the wrong, and he is the idiot. Not you. So, I’m not going to let you wallow in self pity. You’re gonna stay busy.”

You mumble out a few curses, “You could have at least let me put on a fucking hoodie before dragging me out here.”

“I will drop you and feel no mercy.”

You pout, “I need a new best friend.”

“Well, good luck finding one.”

You hear Bokuto chant and look his way to see him giving Akaashi a high five.

“Kuroo, why is Bokuto so nice to me?” you question, “I don’t think I’ve done anything to deserve it.”

“Being nice isn’t something people have to earn. Do people need reasons to be nice? That’s just the kind of person he is.”

“I know… I just figured- nevermind.”

Kuroo stops and you jump off of his back, immediately going in his bag to steal his jacket.

“Nope, now you have to tell me,” he snatches his jacket from you.

You let out a huff, “Last night, he took me out for popsicles and bought my snacks because he knew I needed it. Plus, he told me that he always notices whenever I’m upset and hiding it.”

Kuroo laughs as he hands you the jacket. “You are so oblivious.”

He grabs his bag and walks off as some of the other managers call you over before you could ask him what he meant.

A few months later, you were at nationals with Nekoma.

As soon as you walked in, you heard your name get called.

“Y/N! I’ve missed you! Are you going to watch me play today?” Bokuto questions, practically jumping up and down.

You softly laugh, “Yeah, I think I can be there for the first match before they have to get warmed up.”

His eyes brightened, “Really?”

“I wouldn’t want to miss my favorite Ace playing,” you grin.

“Hey!” Yamamoto exclaims, but you dismiss him.

“I have to help them register, but I’ll see you later, yeah?”

Bokuto nods as you walk off with a wave.

“Kuroo,” you start, “At the training camp… you said that I was oblivious to why Bokuto paid so much attention to me. I think I get it now.”

Kuroo raises an eyebrow, “You do?”

You nod, “Yeah because I could tell how sad he was that I couldn’t watch his entire game and how disappointed he was that we couldn’t talk any longer. I guess I never really noticed that I’d begun to like him until we were face to face again and not talking over the phone. Does that mean Bokuto likes me, too?”

“Ask Akaashi to steal his other jersey for you to wear and see what happens when you walk in before the game starts. You’ll get your answer.”

A few hours later, you tossed on Bokuto’s jersey over your long sleeve shirt and walked into the small gymnasium to see him.

There weren’t many people in there yet since it was the first game of the day and it hadn’t even started yet.

You leaned against the railing and yelled, “Bokuto! Akaashi!”

Akaashi gave you a small wave and thumbs up as Bokuto ran over to you excitedly. “You made it!” He glances down at your shirt with wide eyes and points.

You feel your cheeks heat up and stammer, “Oh! Akaashi gave it to me! I wanted to support you as much as possible, but I can take it off if you want me to!”

You fumble with the hem as Bokuto places his hand over yours. You look up to see a soft smile on his face as he shakes his head and his cheeks redden.

“Keep it on. You look really cute,” he confesses.

“O-Oh… thank you. I’ll give it to your manager before I leave.”

“No!” he exclaims, clearing his throat out, “I don’t need it today, so if you could keep it on… I don’t want any guys trying to hit on you or anything.”

“Bokuto-san!” Akaashi yells, motioning him back over.

“Okay!” Bokuto looks back at you and taps his cheek, “Good luck kiss?”

You laugh but comply, earning a cheer from him as he rushes off.

You watched as much as you could of his game, cheering him on every time that he made a great play and cheering him up whenever he seemed to get down on himself.

Bokuto noticed when you left, feeling upset that you couldn’t watch the rest of his game; however, he saw your disappointed face as well and decided that he’d keep playing his best game so he could tell you all about it.

At the end of the day, you were laying down on one of the practice gym floors as you waited for the rest of the team to show up when you felt someone poking your cheek. You scrunched up your nose, refusing to open your eyes as you say, “Let me rest in peace.”

“I would, but I kind of need my jersey tomorrow. How about we trade?” Bokuto says with a wide grin as you open your eyes.

You notice one of his old team hoodies in his hand that he never let anyone touch because he didn’t want it to lose it’s luck.

You shrugged off his jersey as you say, “I thought this was your favorite.”

“It is, so take good care of it, okay?” he grins, “Plus, you need something that’s actually warm when we head out.”

You tilt your head in confusion. “Head out?”

“The next few days are going to be hectic for all of us, so I figured we should have a little bit of fun while things are still decently calm,” he shrugged, “I already told Kuroo, so just meet me at the by the side gym after your team meeting, okay?”

“Okay…”

He grins and ruffles your hair before rushing off to find Akaashi.

Thirty minutes later, you were met with Bokuto’s beaming face. “You ready?” he softly asked, walking up to you.

“Lead the way!”

You found yourselves in a park and sat on the ground to chat about random nonsense.

“Y/N, look at me,” Bokuto requested. You complied, watching him tuck a flower behind your ear with a grin.

“How do I look?”

“Perfect,” Bokuto muttered as his eyes glanced down at your lips and his hand caressed your cheek as he leaned towards you.

As soon as you felt his lips ghost over yours, you pulled back and placed a hand on his chest. Bokuto opens his eyes, failing at hiding his disappointment at your action.

“It’s too soon, isn’t it?” he softly asked.

“Wait, I-” you look down embarrassed, “I’m sorry.” Your hand drops from his chest and onto your lap.

He gives you a reassuring smile, “Don’t be. I should have let you make the first move when you were ready. I just got excited since I’ve never been able to act on my feelings for you.”

“Bokuto, I like you. I really do, but I don’t know if I’m good enough. I wasn’t good enough for Seijuro, so there’s no way I can even be a fourth of what you need. I gave so much of myself to him just to make him happy and it still wasn’t enough to keep him from finding someone better.-”

“I’m not him,” Bokuto cuts you off, visibly becoming upset that you think so lowly of yourself. “You can’t judge what I need based on him, either. Y/N, you are a lot more special than you give yourself credit for.”

“I’m really not…” you mutter, looking away from him.

“I’ve liked you for over a year now, Y/N. If you weren’t special to me, I wouldn’t still want to be the one holding your hand down the street or even coming to a park late at night just to talk because I love hearing your voice.”

You both fell in silence as he laid down to look at the stars. Without thinking, you laid beside him and admired the sight of the night sky.

“You remind me of a star. Without you, my life would be pretty dull,” he looks over at you with a silly grin on his face.

“Was that supposed to be some corny pickup line?” you giggle.

“Yes, but I meant it. Without realizing it, I began to try to always play my best to make sure I had a good story to tell you. Even just thinking about you during a match would get me really hyped up and I’d play better. I would do anything to never see that pretty smile leave your face.”

“Now you’re just trying to make me feel better.”

“Y/N, I’m serious.” He turns to face you, “You are everything I need and more. You don’t have to pretend to be anything you aren’t with me because I like you the same when you’re bumming it out at Kuroo’s or Kenma’s house and when you’re glammed up for a girl’s night out.”

“When did you realize how you felt about me?”

As if Kuroo knew where the conversation was headed, you both got a text from him in your group chat.

Ku: Alright, love birds. Y/N’s curfew is approaching. I expect her back in 15 minutes on the dot. We ALL have an early morning.

You roll your eyes as you send back a quick text while Bokuto laughs and gets up.

Y/N: Get a life, Kuroo…

Bokuto extends his hand out to you with a cheeky grin. “May I have the honor of walking your highness back to her temporary castle?”

You grab his hand, letting him pull you up with a laugh. “Only if you promise we can stop for hot chocolate.”

“I’ll see what I can do,” he hums and laces his fingers with yours as you begin to walk in the direction of your hotel, continuing the conversation, “I think I’ve always liked you at least a little bit. I mean, it was hard not to like you when I finally met you since you were really sweet. So, when I heard you had a boyfriend, I just kind of brushed off those feelings like ‘as long as she’s happy, I’m happy.’ Then, when you introduced me to him at that practice match during our second year, I just felt that he wasn’t good enough for you. I knew you could do better, and I could be better for you than that pretentious asshat. I guess what really made me realize that I liked you was actually seeing you with him. I was disgusted that he got to touch you and hold you in ways that I never could. I felt like he’d built this wall between our friendship, and I hated him for it.”

“How come you never told me you felt that way about him?” you question.

“How was I supposed to? Was I supposed to tell you that your boyfriend was a piece of shit so come date me?”

“Maybe not in that exact way, but yeah. You’re usually pretty honest, and I trust your judgement most of the time.”

Bokuto dramatically places his hand on his chest with a drastic sigh, “Most of the time? You wound me.”

The entire walk consisted of cheerful banter and jokes, making fun of each other.

As soon as you were in front of the hotel, Bokuto’s shoulders slumped. “I wish we could hang out a little longer.”

“Well, I wouldn’t be opposed to hanging out again after nationals are over,” you hum, turning to face him.

“Really?!”

You nodded and his eyes lit up. You could tell that he already had a million different things to do running through his head.

“I can’t wait! We’re going to have so much fun!”

Another text from Kuroo came through: Can you guys kiss already and go your separate ways?

“I guess I should go before Kuroo actually storms over here,” you huff and continue, “I just wanted to say thank you for not getting mad at me earlier…”

He tilted his head with a wide grin, “I could never be mad at you! I understand that getting over an ex takes time, so we can go as slow as you’d like. I want you to be comfortable with me.”

You feel a weight lift off of your shoulders as he pulls you in for a hug. You both pull back and you give him a quick kiss on the cheek before heading inside.

“I’ll see you tomorrow!” you grin, opening the door to walk inside.

Bokuto smirks, “You act like you aren’t going to call me in an hour.”

You flick him off, earning a laugh from him as he waves you off and walks away.

“Do you get it now?” Kuroo raised an eyebrow as you walked over to him and sat down on the couch.

“Can you not pry into my love life?” you huff.

“Love life? I was just talking about his crush on you! Are you guys together now?”

Your phone buzzes with a text from Bokuto: the next time we go out, i’m taking you on a date!

Kuroo peeked over into your phone as you typed a quick reply back: looking forward to it :)

“Finally!” Kuroo chered, “You’re acting on your feelings, and it’s not a shitty guy!”

You rolled your eyes, unable to come up with a witty response since you knew he was right.

Maybe healing wouldn’t take much longer with Bokuto by your side.

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inkandpen22 · 3 years

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Beautiful Angel of Darkness (5/?)

Pairing: Spike x Female!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of cheating

Word Count: 2.2k

Part Summary: Since Angel implemented the seed of doubt in Y/N’s mind, she’s been struggling with trusting Spike again.

A/N: sorry it took me forever to post this part today. It was was my first day of classes. I hope you like it!

“I don’t like it when things are okay,” I confess to Angel vulnerably. “It means something bad is just around the corner. An impending doom...”

He shakes his head slowly. "Not with me, Y/N I’ll protect you.”

The words fall from his lips softly in a promise.

"And why should I trust you?" I mutter.

I mean, why should I trust someone who comes at the beck and call of the Slayer? He could be lying for all I know.

"Because I'm not the one who made you choose death to be with me," he reasons, his eyes flickering to Spike behind me.

I glance back at Spike and his attention leaves Angel to be directed at me. It’s ironic, I’m undead and surrounded by two vampires yet, I’ve never felt more human. I'm utterly torn. A piece of me screaming to stop acting foolish and trust in Angel. There was a time when I exited through my humanity. When I had better judgment. Then, I met Spike, and my entire center of gravity shifted.

He became the sun and the moon to me, my entire world. I made a vow to him. I swore my love and life to him forever, and in return, he swore his to me.

I feel more myself than I have in several days. I allowed myself to slip into the darkness that comes with being soulless. Angel's ultimatum pulled me out of it. He offers me the chance to be with my family and a second chance at a somewhat normal life. Yet, I would have to give up the life I have now, Spike. My humanity or Spike.

I turn back to Angel.

His gaze is sharp, determined, and righteous. They're perceptions I don't feel when I look into Spike's eyes. When I look at Angel, I feel as though I'm in the presence of a guardian or mentor. As if I'm under a microscope of judgment.

When I look at Spike, an immense peace blesses my entirety. Many feel that way when they're faced with Angel ironically. The same people overlook the good in Spike. They accept the overt humility of Angel and ignore the Angelus that lives within him still. Then, declare him the more gracious of the two. I see beneath the superficial and see the humanity in Spike. The humility he claims doesn't exist. Spike has the ability to love soullessly. If I were to ask Angel, can he honestly tell me that he can do the same? Because at the end of the day isn't that the core of humanity, love?

I've made my decision.

"I choose him," I inform Angel.

"Y/N, you can't-"

"I will always choose him," I emphasize.

Angel clenches his jaw. "He isn't who he says he is, I can guarantee you! He seems great now, but someday and someday soon, he's going to hurt you! He's going to destroy everything you care about until there's nothing left and then he's going to desert you! You may choose him, but he'll never choose you!"

Spike interjects, wrapping his hand around mine. "Y/N, Love, let's just-"

"He does choose me, every day!" I defend.

"Love," Spike voices pleadingly, trying to get me to go.

"However," I tell Angel. "If you're right and one day he decides he's had enough, I'll accept it. I will hold no resentment or regret because even then, I will still choose him."

The older vampire sighs, "you don't know what kind of mistake you're making."

"Best of luck to you, Angel," I offer him a weak smile before turning around to walk away.

I pass Spike, not acknowledging him as I walk toward the ledge of the building and hop off the side. Strolling down the dimly lit alley, I head home.

"Y/N wait," Spike jogs after me. He runs ahead of me and blocks my path.

"Did you mean it? Everything you said back there, did you mean it?"

"Every word," I answer softly.

Calmly, I step around Spike and continue on my way. He grabs my wrist and makes me stop in my tracks. With a sigh, I glance over my shoulder at the bleached hair vamp. His eyes are narrow as they gaze at me with a crossed expression.

"I love you, you know that don't you? I'll never leave you,"

A weak smile forms on my lips again. "I know you love me right now, yes."

He shakes his head frantically, using his other hand to reach up and caress my face. "No, I'll love you forever! I'll never desert you."

"Oh, Sweetheart," I brush my palm over his cheek gently. "I know you mean that, but I also know you. Perhaps, better than you know yourself," I laugh breathlessly, suspecting I'm right.

He stares into my eyes with hurt, yet there's something else beneath them, guilt?

I nod, almost to tell him it's okay. "I look into your eyes and I see you, all of you. You mean everything you say wholeheartedly, but none of us can be certain of what might happen. We love each other today, that's all that matters."

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As the moon shines over the cemetery, I stroll home from the butcher after picking up some blood bags. Spike prefers his blood fresh, of course. Yet, after the other night with Angel, I find myself feeling guilty after feeding. Since then, I've been buying blood bags.

It's strange, the humanity that I thought had left me after I was turned has returned in specks. I haven't mentioned my change of heart to Spike, he'd be furious and claim that it's all in my head. He wants me to be who I was before Angel got in my head. He wants me to be this vengeful, cruel, entity. He wants me to give up every part of me that holds onto remorse and sanity. Is it possible to have humility when I'm soulless?

"Y/N," a familiar voice interrupts my thoughts.

A figure appears from within the shadows, Angel.

I huff, marching along. "Go away, Angel."

Much to my annoyance, the vampire walks with me on the way back to the crypt. "I've come to tell you something."

"What?" I snicker. "That you have the martyr thing going? Yeah, kinda figured."

"No, I'm serious," he wraps his fingers around my arm aggressively. "There's something you have to know about Spike!"

"Believe me, I know quite a bit about him," I dismiss, yanking my arm free of him.

I'm mere yards from the crypt. The sooner I get there, the sooner I can get away from this self-righteous demon.

"Not this," Angel growls.

I whip around to address him sharply. "Can you truly tell me you know everything about him or would I have you beat?"

"He wouldn't tell you this," he states with immense certainty.

His tone nearly makes me waver, nearly, but I trust that Spike has my best interest at heart... for the time being.

"Whatever, I don't believe you," I rush out and start marching off.

"Fine, don't believe me! But, I would ask Spike where he is when he's not with you," he shouts his warning.

I stop and my chest falls. What does he by that? Where could Spike be right now? He told me he was going to go feed and would be home after.

Slowly, I turn over my shoulder. I'm certain I'm going to regret this, but I'll ask. "Where is he?"

Angel raises a brow, amused by my curiosity. "Oh, so now you're interested?"

Geez, he's so self-satisfied. Honestly, some vampires are so egotistical. They're worse than human men.

"I'm curious about what you think I should be looking out for," I specifically.

"Oh interesting," Angel glides up to me with a smug. He circles me as I did to him on the roof. I can't ignore the change in roles. "You don't trust him."

"I don't trust myself. Now, stop playing therapist and just tell me," I hiss between my teeth.

"He's with Buffy," he whispers over my shoulder.

I swallow hard, if I had a heart it would be sinking. No, he's lying.

I snap my head to the side. "Why would he be with the Slayer?"

"He helps her," he informs me lowly.

He's enjoying this too much.

"No, he wouldn't," I reason. "He hates her."

Angel appears in front of me again, his expression troubled again. I recognize this emotion on him, it's the only one he ever holds.

"She's changing him. I've seen it," he tells me.

"How...How could she ever-"

"Spike..." he hesitates. "Spike has a thing for her."

"A thing?" I repeat, my brows scrunching together in confusion. "What are we in middle school? Just say what you mean!"

I wish everyone would stop beating around the damn bush! We may have forever to live, but I'm growing tired of not just saying what we mean!

"He's in love with her!" Angel snaps.

I stare at him, processing his words silently for several seconds. Spike in love with the Slayer?

"Ha!" I laugh in Angel's face. "Yeah okay, sure," I dismiss, starting toward the crypt again. "If Spike loves the Slayer then I love the Slayer's friend. What's his name again? Xander?"

"I know it doesn't make any sense," Angel huffs as he continues to follow me. "Believe me, I didn't think it was true at first either, but then..." he pauses, visibly struggling to say it.

I frown, slowing to a stop right in front of the entrance to the crypt. "Then what?"

Angel avoids my gaze, focusing on the cement steps beneath our feet. I tuck my finger under his chin and make him face me. His dark eyes meet mine with surprise.

"What Angel?!" I bark.

"I saw him kiss her," he confesses with a sympathetic expression.

The grocery bag full of blood falls to the ground and scatter over the steps of the crypt. I shake my head repeatedly, stepping back to get away from him. He creeps up the stairs after me with sorrowful eyes.

"No..." I whisper, unable to speak any louder.

I stumble back into the crypt as I feel as though the world is crumbling around me. He's lying. Yes, that's just it, he's lying. He's lying, that's what he does, he lies.

Out of the peripheral vision, I see Angel enter the crypt and shut the doors behind him.

"Y/N, it's going to be okay," he tries to comfort me.

"You're lying!" I scream. "Stop lying to me!"

"Why would I lie?!" He hollers in defense.

"To get me to betray him!" I reason.

The voices in my head are yelling at me to believe him. I've felt it in my gut, the indecisiveness in Spike. I love him, I do, but does he love the same? To the same depth? He promised me forever, but does he really mean it?

I comb my fingers through my hair and tug at the roots. This is too much, it's all too much!

Angel tries to reason with me. "You made it pretty clear the other night that I wouldn't be able to change your mind unless there was a valid reason to leave Spike," he fires back. "so why would I waste my time conjuring up a scheme?!"

It's not true. It's not true. Please don't let it be true!

"You're a liar!" I repeat.

I wish he would just shut up! I have enough voices in my head, I don't need another one in real life yelling at me.

Angel grips my arms, shaking me slightly. "You're just a game, a toy, to him Y/N!"

His words hit home as they're the words I've repeated to myself over the last few days. Angel planted the seed of doubt in me and since then it's been festering.

"Ask him yourself!" He instructs, dropping his grip from me. "If he's who he says he is and he honestly loves you, he won't lie to you!"

Angel drops the bomb on me and disappears through the doors leading out to the cemetery. That's his whole deal, isn't it? He shows up, drops a bomb, and disappears. Except this deed doesn't save the day, it's making me question everything I thought I knew about this life.

I fall to my knees, distraught as everything comes to head. Tears fall from my eyes as a million questions race through my mind.

What if the man I thought I loved isn't who I thought he was? The crystal blue eyes I thought were filled with wonder are truly ice cold. I believed I saw an essence of humility and love in his body, but what if there's really emptiness? He only turned me to make me burn with him. I was tempted by the devil.

My tears cease as my breathing subsides. Blankly, my focus wonders to the wide open doors of the crypt.

This may be karma for feeding into evil, but Spike was the one who created me and he should know I wouldn’t go down without a fight. If what Angel's saying is true, I have to see it for myself. I have to go find him.

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brokutosan · 4 years

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Title. How Do You Mend When You’re Worlds Apart? (We Carry On)

Pairing. Iwaizumi Hajime x Fem!Reader

Summary. In which long distance is hard. Inspired by the song ‘Make It Better’ by Anderson Paak.

Warnings. Pure angst, also doesn’t have much dialogue. Manga spoilers up to the latest chapters and strong language included. Title is a line from the song ‘Make It Better’ by Anderson Paak.

In highschool, Iwaizumi and Y/N were inseparable. Wherever one is, chances are the other is nearby. They were the perfect model couple, proof that highschool sweethearts aren’t always doomed to be just that. Maybe it’s because both were equally mature, or maybe it’s because of the fact that the two of them kept Oikawa on a leash, but anything the world threw at them, the two felt ready for it.

So when Iwaizumi decided to purue his dreams across the ocean, she was fine with it. And so were all of their friends. If anyone could handle long distance, it would be Iwaizumi and Y/N. Because they were Iwaizumi and Y/N, and Iwaizumi and Y/N were inseparable.

Turns out putting an entire ocean between an inseparable couple could, in fact, separate them. Iwaizumi and Y/N became Iwaizumi, student at UC Irvine, and Y/N, student at Tokyo University. The distance between them grew harder to ignore over time.

It wasn’t something that happened overnight. And to be fair, they lasted a good three years making it work before going down the hell hole of late night (or morning, for one of them) arguments and distrust clouding their judgements. After a while, the two realize that the distance has taken its toll on them. Y/N thinks that it’s because they’re too used to being around each other, but now that they’re not, they’ve become more sensitive to even the tiniest matters. Iwaizumi thinks it’s all just bad communication.

Either way, anyone could tell that they’re only uselessly holding onto something that’s very clearly broken. Perhaps it’s the fact that they’ve already put in over six years into their relationship, and that giving it up now would mean giving up those six long years together. And no one wants to be the one that says, “Yeah, I wasted six long years with an idiot only for it to all go down the drain.”

Y/N first realizes this was the case after a night of drinking with her college classmates. She definitely had too much alcohol in her system that night, but she’s always been the type to be hyper aware of her surroundings. She wasn’t the type to do something she knows she would regret the morning after.

Her first explosive fight with Iwaizumi happens a few hours after she drunk herself under the table, at around three in the morning (or dinner time for Iwaizumi). Y/N made sure to be responsible enough to get herself home safe, under her own sheets, but Iwaizumi thought different. Y/N spent the following hours until her first class to explain to her enraged boyfriend that no, that woman in the background of Takahiro’s snapchat story sucking some douchebag’s face off isn’t me!

The months that follow that catalystic event were spent like they were walking through a minefield, any small argument setting off a bigger one that usually ended in tears. At one point Y/N was nearly tempted to throw her phone out the window and completely cut off connections with Iwaizumi, but knowing him, he’d probably catch the first flight back home just to chew her ear off.

What seems to be the worst fact of it all is that they were never like that in the beginning. But at this point there’s no more going back. It’s like they’re stuck in a burning car, but they don’t want to jump out. They’re only options are to just try and put out the flames or wait for the car to crash and burn.

Today is no different.

Y/N is invited by her old highschool friends, Matsukawa and Hanamaki, to go out for drinks. Y/N complies because no one would refuse a free dinner and drinks. But as she steps out her apartment, dressed casually enough but still putting in a little effort in her appearance, Y/N receives a facetime call from none other than Iwaizumi himself, who looks more pissed off than usual.

“What’s wrong?” Y/N asks as she notices his frown, genuinely concerned.

“Are you going somewhere?” Iwaizumi evades the question. Oh well. She expected this. Y/N has known her boyfriend long enough to know that there really is something wrong, he’s just too pissy to admit it.

“Yeah. With Takahiro and Issei.” She replies curtly, grabbing her purse and house keys from the side table and unlocking the door. Iwaizumi freezes, not saying anything. Y/N almosts hangs up thinking it’s due to poor connection, until he speaks up again.

“Oh. Nevermind then.” What the fuck? Y/N thinks to herself, though has half the mind to know not to say it out loud. Instead she says, “If there’s something bothering you, just tell me. Hiro and Issei can wait.” Her offer is met by another few seconds of silence, before Iwaizumi sighs and says, “No, it’s fine. Have fun. Stay safe.” The - once usual - ‘I love you’ is lost somewhere, probably amidst his pride and whatever the fuck was bothering him.

As he ends the call, Y/N decides to press any further. Lately she’s realized that the best way to prevent arguments with him was to just ignore the things bothering her. Destructive? Definitely. But is it effective? One hundred percent. Y/N argues that it’s the lesser of two evils, and if one of those evils is a furious Iwaizumi, then she’d rather take her chances with whatever’s the other option.

The whole commute to the izakaya she agreed to meet her friends in is filled with a mental dilemma of whether or not she should call him back. And she stays that way ‘til she gets to the place and Matsukawa, the attentive bastard, is asking her, “Why do you look like shit?”

“Damn, you really hate the thought of seeing us that much?” Hanamaki adds on, because Hanamaki and Matsukawa come in pair and when one is teasing you, then chances are the other one is too.

“Kinda regretting it now. Is it too late to turn back?” Y/N jokes, but is only ushered over by her two smirking friends. Y/N, despite her contempt, complies and sits down on one end of the booth.

“You can’t run away from us. Like you physically can’t. You love us too much.” And she hates how much she knows he’s right, but she’s not telling them that because they’ll never let her live it down.

“Disgusting. Someone kill me right now.” Y/N fake gags, smiling at the waiter as he passes by with a weird look on his face. Hanamaki and Matsukawa laugh, before Hanamaki’s face straightens into a serious look.

“Oh yeah, did Iwaizumi tell ‘ya yet?” He mentions nonchalantly. Y/N wants to say, ‘no, because talking to that moron only makes my head hurt,’ but she doesn’t, mostly because they’d probably obsessively worry over it. Instead she says, “Tell me what?”

They share a look.

“Wait, seriously? I thought you’d be the first to know.” It’s Matsukawa that speaks up first, with a bewildered look on his face. “I mean no offense but aren’t you two usually the lovey dovey jackasses that can’t keep secrets from each other?”

“Yeah. I’m still not over you telling him about my Hatsune Miku shrine.” Hanamaki adds, though it’s unappreciated by Matsukawa, who throws him a dirty look and a, “What the fuck, man. Stop bringing that shit up.” Hanamaki looks at his friend with ‘hurt’ laced in his face before firing back, “Stop disrespecting my wife, asshole!”

“Are you two done?”

The two supposed grown men halt their little ‘back-and-forth,’ and Hanamaki perks up again remembering the previous topic at hand.

“Oh yeah! So Iwaizumi really didn’t tell you?” She could only shake her head ‘no,’ taking a sip of the mediocre beer in her hands. She makes a mental note to remind herself never to let Hanamaki pick which izakaya they’re going to.

“You’re both pissing me off, what did he not tell me?” Y/N grumbles, growing impatient. It could just be because the beer is far too stale for her taste. Why is this place still open?

“Apparently Oikawa went to visit him two days ago and the two idiots had a big fight. I heard it almost got physical this time.” So that’s wny he looked so pissed off earlier. Lately the only facial features he’s shown her are anger and discontent, so maybe she thought nothing of it when he did it again just an hour ago. She feels horrible, but not too much.

“Something about Oikawa not taking his bad knee seriously enough. Honestly I think Iwaizumi got mad because he’s been studying about it for three years now.” Hanamaki adds, raising his glass to ask for another cup of beer. Y/N doesn’t care as much anymore about the shitty beer, but she still gives him a weird look for being so into it.

“Oh.” Arguments be damned, Y/N still had to save face. If anyone were proud supporters of her and Iwaizumi’s relationship, it’s these two idiots arguing over a meme on Hanamaki’s phone right across the table. She racks her brain for any plausible excuse as to why she wasn’t made aware of something this big, but her mind drew a blank.

“It is kinda weird you weren’t the first to find out. Granted we had to find out from Oikawa, but if anything I was sure Iwaizumi would’ve already went crying to you.” Hanamaki muses. Oh no. Y/N knows that tone, and when Hanamaki, of all people, uses it...then she’s thoroughly fucked.

“Is there something you’re not telling us?” Matsukawa completes. Y/N tries not to laugh at the fact that they still try to complete each other’s sentences, despite the fact that they were just arguing about which Spongebob meme is better just a few seconds ago.

“Nothing, really. I haven’t really gotten the chance to check in on Hajime, with exams and all.” Y/N lies through her teeth. They were just arguing three days ago about something Y/N can’t even remember now.

“Uh huh, sure. Let me know when you pull your head out of your ass.” Hanamaki retorts. Y/N resists the urge to reach over the table and wipe that stupid smirk off his face.

“Shut up, blondie.”

“Uh, that’s strawberry blondie to you.”

“You’re both completely going off topic. Y/N, why didn’t Iwaizumi tell you anything?” Matsukawa leans over the table, wearing that unreadable facial expression he used to wear back in highschool, during a match, going up for a block. Y/N momentarily thinks how fortunate she is for not being one of those they’ve went against in highschool.

“Shouldn’t you be asking Hajime that?”

“We should, but he’s not here right now. You are. I mean you two were always like two halves of one whole, right?” Hanamaki presses on, forgetting all about their previous argument. She lets his words settle in. Two halves of one whole, huh? Suddenly Y/N is brought back to one of their most recent arguments. About their future together. Or lack of one.

Y/N looks down at her stale mug of beer, feeling hypnotized by the amber color that’s reflecting her face with a look of concern. Though she has no reason to be. Ever since getting into a relationship with Hajime, and faling into the same crowd, most conversations around her usually revolved around the topic of their relationship. It never bothered her before, so why is it bothering her now?

And it hits her. Not as a life changing revelation, but rather something she’s always known deep, deep, deep down.

That just like how she’s been needlessly obsessing over the horrible tasting beer, she’s been needlessly clinging onto something that’s not there anymore. Just like how despite this izakaya being their usual meeting place whenever they found the time to hang out, the beer tasted different today, of all days. Just like how now, Y/N finally snaps herself awake and completely understand that her and Iwaizumi, just aren’t in love anymore.

They tried, the past few months filled with arguments being a testament to how they fought tooth and nail to salvage what’s left of a bygone feeling.

Right. The argument. Three weeks ago, Iwaizumi had called her a few hours past midnight in Tokyo, excited to reveal that “Yes! I’m going to start my internship with Takashi Utsui right after graduation!” And instead of being excited for him too, Y/N picked a fight. That one was totally her fault, she admits. She pressed him on the importance of their relationship, on the importance of distance, and how the one between them is slowly eating them alive. Iwaizumi cut off communication with her for a week, before Y/N finally apologized only for them to be amidst another argument now, just two weeks later.

Y/N realizes she’s been quiet for too long, when the noise of the izakaya draws back in and she’s rudely brought back to her senses by an annoyed Matsukawa snapping his fingers in front of her face. “Are you okay?”

The question lets loose an abundance of emotions, some she can’t quite put a finger on, but she knows is bothering her. It’s been too long since someone checked in on her like that, so genuinely. So concerned. Oh god. Was she turning into a touch starved idiot like Oikawa?

“Uh, I - I don’t know.” Is her pathetic response. The two men in front of her share another look, before Hanamaki simply sighs, “We’ll drop it, sorry. You can talk when you’re ready.”

And as if a switch has been flipped, they fall into a smoother conversation, one about school and their social lives. How Hanamaki heard that Yahaba and Kyoutani went to New York together for God knows why, and how Kindaichi’s finally starting for his Division 2 team. Y/N, on the other hand, can’t seem to focus. Perhaps it’s the thing she was thinking about earlier. Okay. It’s definitely that.

Eagerly, Y/N shoots up and slings her bag over her shoulders, muttering, “Sorry, I have to go.”

“Pay for your drinks, cheapass!” Hanamaki half-jokingly calls out, also standing up. Matsukawa grabs his wrist, seemingly understanding something and leaving the strawberry blonde out of the loop.

“Don’t. I think this might just be serious.”

Upon stepping back into the comfort of her room, Y/N turns on her phone, fingers hovering just above the call button. She was so sure of it before, at the izakaya, but now that she’s had time to think, she doesn’t know what to say.

Wait - no, she’s breaking up with him. That’s for sure. She’s not exactly confident she could take another second being in ticking time bomb of a relationship, but how does she even begin the conversation? Iwaizumi was her first everything, and that might just include first break up. How do people even do this? She feels like she’s about to rip the guy’s heart out of his chest, and that’s not something she could live with.

Fuck it, Y/N thinks to herself as she presses the call button. Iwaizumi picks up after three rings, voice grumpy as ever. “Yeah?” Now Y/N feels like a bitch for doing this over a phone call. But it’s not like she could book a flight to California with the money she doesn’t exactly have, just to break up with her boyfriend of six years. So she improvises.

“Can you get on Skype?”

She hears rustling on the other end of the call, and the telltale sound of a zipper being unzipped. “Sure.”

A few moments later, she’s connected to the call, and now that she’s looking directly at Iwaizumi’s face through her laptop screen, does Y/N finally realize what she’s about to do. Before the guilt could even start to settle in, Iwaizumi opens his mouth and starts the conversation.

“I thought you were going out.” He states, face still scrunched up into that nasty scowl from earlier. Knowing the reason behind it, a fight with his best friend, Y/N isn’t as bothered by it. Okay maybe it’s bothering her. Dumping him while he’s down? She didn’t even know she was capable of something so heinous.

“I was out. I just got back home though.”

“Oh.” He looks like he wants to press further, but something’s holding him back. The same something that’s been causing him to lash out for the past few months. Y/N doesn’t miss the conflicted look on his face, nor does she miss the sigh that he lets out. Good. He’s just as exhausted as she is. Might make this a whole lot easier.

“Is there a reason why you wanted to call?” He offers an olive branch first, and Y/N happily accepts it. “Yeah, actually, there is.” She gulps, probably hard enough for him to hear, but her nerves are starting to get the best of her.

He stares at the camera, probably waiting for her to go on, then. Well, jokes on him. Y/N’s waiting too. Waiting for her to gather enough figurative balls to say what needs to be said.

“Um - okay, so,” Y/N starts, very lamely, “it’s about us.” Iwaizumi looks like he’s about to say something, but Y/N is quick to interject, “Wait! Let me just let it all out. Before I go completely crazy. And then you can talk. Yell. Curse, whatever you feel like doing after I say what I’m about to say.”

“I’m not gonna do any of that.”

“Okay. Good. Because I might cry if you do. And if I cry then I definitely won’t get to say what needs to be said.” Y/N is speaking out of her ass, that much she could tell. She could also tell he’s losing his patience, which she doesn’t totally blame him for.

“I think I know where this is going. You can say it.” Iwaizumi sounds a lot calmer, which is good, because Y/N doesn’t really know how she’d take it if he wasn’t. And then she looks down, fiddling with her fingers on her lap and the ring on her pinky finger that Iwaizumi gave to her before leaving for college.

And then Y/N decides to rip the bandage off, “I think we should break up.”

A sigh.

Not exactly her first choice of a reaction, but she’d take a sigh over a full blown confrontation any day. In fact, she’s probably a little too relieved that that was his first reaction. Means he’s thought about it too, and that she’s not the only one feeling guilty about all this.

“I’m sorry.” Y/N finds herself saying, still not daring to look up into the computer screen. She realizes how ironic it is that the calmest conversation they’ve had in months is when they’re about to break up.

“Don’t be. It’s both our faults.” He reassures her. And she finally looks up, catching her reflection on the webcam and how her eyes are slightly red and watery. (But so are his).

“Trust me I know,” Y/N finds the strength to force out a bitter laugh, and adds, “but I just...am. I’m sorry we couldn’t make it work. I really wanted it to work.”

“So did I.” Iwaizumi offers a bittersweet smile, reminding her that this probably hurts for him just as much as it did for her. “But we couldn’t. And that’s on both of us. Don’t feel the need to take all the blame.”

“God, Oikawa’s gonna fucking lose it. He rooted for us so hard.” Y/N lets out a genuine laugh, remembering her chocolate haired friend that’s probably going to cry harder than they do combined. And then silence engulfs them. Conversation that used to flow so smoothly between them long gone, and the connection they had as lovers severed.

“Um, I’ll catch up with you soon. Take it easy okay?” Iwaizumi finally speaks up, probably sick of the silence. “Yeah, sure. Talk to you soon.” Except she doesn’t. In fact, the next time Y/N hears from Iwaizumi is at his welcome home party, two years later. And by then they’ve both probably moved on (she can’t really speak for Iwaizumi), to bigger and better things, and hopefully to other people.

“And it’s easier to walk away, than to look for what would make you stay.” - Anderson Paak.

A/N. Reposted because I wanted to edit it a bit. An izakaya is basically a traditional Japanese bar! Ending is a bit rushed, but I kinda just wanted to finish it on a slightly bittersweet note?? Thank you for reading tho, I’m gonna go cry now :) - chuu

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pappydaddy · 4 years

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Say It (Three Words pt.2) (s.h)

a/n: gosh! i wrote this so long ago, look at baby pappydaddy’s first ever imagine! so much has changed since i posted this, it’s kinda crazy to look back upon this. anyway, i am here to say that i am going to revamp this fic! i’ll rewrite it eventually, but for right now, i am making it look somewhat like my newer fics!

and yes, i reused the a/n from part one since now, i would have just made this one part instead of two😅!

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

not requested

tv show/movie: stranger things

warnings: angst, just basic relationship things.

part i | part ii - you are here!

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The entire drive over to the Henderson residence, where this weeks movie night was being held, was filled with Robin talking endlessly about the plan she concocted to give Steve the perfect time to tell y/n he loved her. Robin was excited, her hands moving wildly in the air as she talked, too busy to look at Steve as he drove. While Robin couldn’t help but feel excited, Steve couldn’t help but feel like he was driving to his death - his own personal Dooms Day. With each passing second the tires of his maroon BMW rolled closer to Dustin’s house, he feel the pending doom looming over him more and more, like an ugly black coated monster.

“This is going to be perfect, as long as you don’t mess it up,” Robin spoke through an exhale, her hands falling to rest on her jean clad thighs. Steve hummed, not really listening to what she was saying. He was too caught up in the fact that in a matter of one minute, he could wreck his relationship. Robin finally looked over at him, shooting him a glare as he turned onto Dustin’s street. “You have to do it tonight, Steve. Just do it and whatever happens happens, you two are both adults, you can talk about it if it doesn’t go perfectly.” She reminded him.

“Yeah, you’re right, we can talk about what happens next if she isn’t ready yet. That’s an option. Or we could break-up and I could die.” He spun out, slowing his speed down to make the drive last longer, not wanting to pull into the Henderson’s driveway just yet. He wanted to prolong the drive as long as he can, wanting to think out every scenario, especially the one where she says she doesn’t love him and Steve’s heart is ripped out of his chest and stomped on once again.

“You’re not going to die, y/n loves you - even if she’s not ready to say it yet, sh does,” Robin told him honestly. “Besides, the worst thing that could happen is she says she’s not ready, doesn’t mean you will break up.” Robin felt like a broken record at this point, but she knew she had to keep saying it in order for it to get through Steve’s thick head.

“No, the worst thing that could happen is that I die because she thinks I’m creepy.” Steve told her. Robin groaned loudly, slamming her head back against the headrest, her eyes squeezed shut in annoyance. She had him convinced in the store that she wasn’t going to say no, but the second they started to drive, he was right back to thinking she was going to shatter his heart.

“I am this close to punching you out and telling her you love her myself, Harrington,” Robin seethed, lifting her head. Steve slowed down even more, the Henderson's driveway only a lawn away. “Turn into the damn driveway and get in there, take y/n into your arms, tell her you love her and kiss her. Stop overthinking, just do it.” Robin basically yelled at her best friend, clearly frustrated with him.

“But-” He started, finally pulling into the driveway, parking the car.

“I swear to god, Harrington,” She threatened him, gritting her teeth as she gave him a wild look. Steve looked at her with wide eyes, slowly turning the car off and pulling the keys out of the ignition as if any sudden movements would set her off like an attack dog. “It’s almost like you want to be scared of love your whole life. Can’t you admit that one tiny little part of you wants to feel love again and doesn’t want to shy away from love? You love her and nothing is going to change that,” She took a deep breath, her voice becoming compassionate. “I know you’re scared, but no matter what you do at this point, you might end up getting hurt; if you don’t tell her you love her, she will never know and your relationship will end eventually and she will move on while you kick yourself for not telling her it soon enough.”

“You know, that’s not really helping, Robin.” Steve shot back, opening his door, the cold night air rushing into the car.

“Steve Harrington, you were scared shitless when we were held hostage in a Russian base, but you didn’t let it stop you from trying to get out even with you knowing that we could die if we were caught, this is practically the same thing,” Robin pointed out, giving Steve tough love now. “We were damned if we did and damned if we didn’t, but we did try and escape and we are still up and walking - free from the Russians,” She paused, her eyes pouring into Steve, her tone dropping. “You are feeling the same way now, damned if you do and damned if you don’t, but from someone seeing everything from outside your relationship, you’re completely damned if you don’t.”

“You’re right, I am damned if it don’t say it,” Steve breathed out. Robin could have cheered out in celebration. He finally was back on track. “I would be even more of an idiot if I don’t say it.”

“Hard to argue with that logic,” Robin chirped, opening her car door and sliding out into the cold air, slamming it while Steve just stared at the Henderson’s front door. “Let’s get a move on Romeo, before you start overthinking again.” Robin walked around to his open door, yanking on his arm to get out. He complied, unbuckling his seat belt, forcing himself not to think about it. Mentally pumping himself up, playing positive affirmations over and over again as he followed Robin to the front door. He tried to smother the looming monster manifestation of his fear, taking deep breaths.

“I can’t believe you put butter on this! Popcorn seasoning is better!” Lucas’ shout greeted them as soon as Robin pushed the front door open. They shared a look, kicking their shoes off and shrugging out of their jackets.

“Butter is better, that’s what you always get at the movies - a large popcorn with extra butter, why is this any different?” Mike shouted back. Robin and Steve rounded the corner into the living room, seeing Mike and Lucas standing there, Mike holding a large bowl of freshly popped popcorn in his hands.

“Because I want popcorn seasoning, not butter and this isn’t movie theater popcorn, dumbass!” Lucas shot back, pointing to the popcorn. Max and Dustin just start on the couch, watching the fight, not saying anything. Steve looked around for y/n, but his search of the living room came up short.

“You’re the dumbass! Popcorn is popcorn!” Mike argued, shoving the bowl towards Lucas who pushed it back, a few pieces spilling out of the bowl at the forcefulness of the push.

“Hey! Don’t spill buttered popcorn all over the floor, my mom will kill me, Dipshits!” Dustin yelled, interjecting himself into the kerfuffle. Just like an angel, y/n rushed into the hallway from the kitchen, a second bowl of popcorn in her hands. She smiled, seeing Steve and Robin standing in the doorway to the living room as she slipped by them, holding the bowl out to Lucas.

“There, freshly popped popcorn with popcorn seasoning, now you two can stop fighting. Mike, sit at that end of the couch, Lucas, on that end,” She instructed, pointing to opposite ends of the couch. “Whoever wants to eat buttered popcorn, sit by Mike, whoever wants to eat seasoned popcorn, sit by Lucas. Everything is settled.” She breathed out a sigh, her hands coming to rest on her hips as she turned to Steve and Robin.

“Why don’t you go get some fresh air, y/n, I will take care of things in here.” Robin suggested, taking y/n by her shoulders and directing her towards the front door. Y/n went along willingly, slipping her shoes on once Robin let go of her shoulders. Behind y/n’s back, Robin sent a warning glare towards Steve, nudging her head in her direction, telling him to go with her.

“I’ll be back in a few minutes, thanks Robin.” Y/n announced, sliding her coat over her as she opened the door, slipping out it.

“Take your time! No rush,” Robin told her, glaring at Steve as he shook his head wildly, panic building back up in him. Robin pointed to the door, her eyes narrowing as it closed behind y/n. “Get out there and say it!” She hissed.

“Shouldn’t I just give a like a minute to chill-”

“Harrington, if you miss this opportunity I am hauling your ass into the psych ward to have your head examined. Just remember what we talked about in the car and you will be fine.” Robin cut him off abruptly, her frustration showing. Steve blinked, shocked by her outburst. He nodded, his mind set on his mission.

“Okay, yeah, just- don’t lose your mind.” He muttered, brushing past Robin who watched him slip his shoes back on, walking out without his jacket. He took a deep breath, twisting the door handle and stepping into the night. The cold breeze made him shiver slightly, but he pushed through it as he gently closed the door behind him, his heart racing. His mind batted away the negative thoughts that kept trying to slip in and ruin his confidence, but everything melted away when his eyes landed on y/n leaning against the side of the house by the door.

“Hey, Steve! I haven’t talked to you all day, I missed you,” She smiled up at him, not noticing how he wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans as he slowly walked towards her, swallowing thickly. “What’s up?” She furrowed her brows, her heart jumping in fear at his nervous facial expression, her mind automatically thinking the worst.

“I, uh,” He started, jamming one hand in his jean pocket, the other one clasping the back of his neck, rubbing it. He cleared his throat, his eyes dropping to his feet. Taking another deep breath, he gathered his courage. “I just wanted to talk to you about something.” He told her, looking back up at her, their eyes connecting.

“Sure, what is it, babe,” She asked, her hand coming out to rest on his arm gently, her eyes soft, showing him that he could say anything. He swallowed once again, nerves bubbling up in his chest. She was so sweet and caring, Steve had to question what twist of fate allowed her to even think about going on a date with him, let alone loving him. “Whatever it is, just say it and we can go from there.” She told him. Her mind raced, thinking he wanted to break up with her. She started to question how she was going to explain to the kids why she had to leave once Steve broke up with her. How she was going to hold it together long enough to leave with at least a sliver of her dignity.

“I’m just going to say it,” He mumbled to himself, almost as if to push himself to do it. “Just say it, Steve,” He repeated, taking deep breaths, making y/n even more nervous. “Just,” He paused, pulling his hands in front of him and pushed them forward as if it would help him say the words. “Say it.”

“Steve, if you don’t say it, we aren’t going to be able to talk about it-”

“I love you,” He blurted out, his eyes closed as he waited for her response. Y/n filtered in her step closer to him, not expecting him to say that. She was expecting for him to tell her he wanted to break up, not that he loved her. Her heart felt like it was floating, trying to rise up to the clouds drifting in the night sky. Drift into the sparkling stars, to float around the planets of the universe. Steve pried his eyes open at her silence, taking in her shocked expression. “And you don’t feel the same, I am so stupid! I told Robin that this was going to go bad, but she insisted that you loved me too-”

“I do,” y/n finally spoke, her voice firm. Her eyes looked into Steve confused ones. His mouth opened to ask her what she meant, but she beat him to it. “I love you,” She clarified, stepping even closer to his body, her arms snaking around his torso, pressing her body against his. “I was shocked because I thought you wanted to break up with me, that’s why I didn’t say it back right away.” She told him, nuzzling her cheek into his chest as his arms wrapped around her, swaying them back and forth gently.

“Why would I ever break up with you? You’re amazing.” Steve questioned, wondering how she would ever think he wanted to break up with someone as perfect as her. She shrugged, pulling her face away from his chest to look up at him.

“I dunno, I just thought you were acting weird and then when you came out here looking nervous and not wanting to say something, I automatically thought you were breaking up with me,” She confessed, stepping back so she could look at him better. All the tension and stress in his body was gone, his normal goofy smile on his lips, his body relaxed. “But I’m glad you said you loved me.” She smiled up at him, rolling onto her toes to press a kiss to his chin.

“I’m glad I said it too.” He agreed, dipping his head down to press a long, lingering kiss to her lips.

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I Scold Because I Stan Pt.3

AU where Tony (44-45 y/o) meets an aged up (23-24 y/o) Peter after Civil War, Tony is broken up with Pepper and all kinds of sorry for himself. Peter is a ESU graduate and currently has an internship with Oscorp and is a photographer for the Daily Bugle he is also spiderman and therefore perpetually exhausted and has very little patience

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Two months of having Peter in his life and one thing became abundantly clear to Tony, he was not used to being adored like this. Because it was pure adoration with Peter. Maybe he was different with him than he'd been with Pepper but he couldn't be sure. He didn't know. He just really liked it.

They had not had sex yet. Hell they hadn't even properly kissed yet, Tony had had a long day dealing with goddamned Doombots because that's the kind of person Victor Von Doom became after he got dumped by his fiance, which was a complete and utter disgrace and men should learn how to cope with rejection better... like seriously... he's not the biggest fan of that stretchy-fuck Richards either and what the fuck kind of name is 'Reed' anyway? But it's still no excuse to become a supervillain... Tony used to like Victor for fuck's sake- Peter was waiting for Tony back at the tower.

And for some reason Tony prepared himself to get scolded... because that's what happened right? He manages to right what was wrong and comes back to a stressed and disappointed Pepper.

But that didn't happen.

"I saw you get hit." The young man hurried towards him and scanned Tony's entire being, very thoroughly for potential damage with a forrowed brow, Spiderman man was there too, Peter must've been there to get photos.

"I'm fine, the suit is going to require some tlc though," Tony tried to reassure him.

"You're sure?"

"You bet."

"Okay," Peter said, relaxed, and then pressed a quick kiss onto Tony's lips before enveloping him in a very tight and very comforting hug.

And that was it... no further lectures about priorities and personal wellbeing. Just comfort.

No, they hadn't had sex yet but Peter looked at Tony with such intensity sometimes, that he already felt too naked whenever he was with the younger guy... surprisingly enough, he liked this feeling too.

Pepper was an actual saint but it had required a very specific type of physical and mental effort, to maintain a relationship with her. But with Peter it was so effortless, that sometimes Tony felt like a cheat.

But he'd started to have that uncomfortable conversation with himself... the conversation about commitments and public announcements. Peter was mindful of dealing with the press that comes with rich people. So their "dates" had all been in the tower. Tony had asked about Peter's place but Peter refused because "Tony honey, you're not old enough to be exposed to the graphic images of poverty and squalor that come with a cheap New York studio apartment. And I'm not emotionally prepared to take down all my Iron Man posters, so that's not gonna' happen."

So they hung around the tower, they watched movies, they ate together, sometimes they even worked together. Peter always brought flowers. It was home.

Which was probably why Tony kinda forgot himself one such day. He had spent more that 42 hours in the lab, Peter showed up.

And Tony, because he was a little bit of an idiot, who wanted nothing more than to impress his new guy, asked Friday to tell him that he was more than welcome in the lab.

But Peter had never been down there before.

So after waiting more than half an hour, a very impatient Tony made his way into the living area of his tower, where Peter was watching CNN while munching on some of Tony's favorite cheese popcorn.

"What are you doing?" Tony asked indignant.

"Watching the news... waiting for you, ass," Peter answered, shooting him a teasing little glare "Oh, and I made popcorn! Want some?"

"I asked you to come downstairs," Tony had been waiting patiently downstairs to show the guy the new sensors he had been working on, for Rhodey.

"Er... I- I've never been... I thought you were just being courteous," Peter winced and mumbled, feeling awkward as hell.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" Tony had already had a shitty day, Pepper had been yelling at him for not showing up for a government contractor lick-fest, Tony didn't need whatever it was that Peter was trying to do. He just wanted to show his boyfriend the cool things he made and be kissed.

"Tony... I don't know... I didn't think I had the clearance to be down there. I've never signed an NDA or anything for you," Peter half shrugged.

"Why would you need to sign an NDA to hang out with your boyfriend?" Tony realized very late that this was the first time he'd used the word 'boyfriend' in front of Peter and immediately started blushing like an idiot.

"Because I work for a rival company of yours and it would be very awkward for both me and my boyfriend if something you're working on was suddenly introduced by said rival company. Even if it was a coincidence. Also don't you have Avengers stuff down there? Like don't I need... I dunno security clearance to see it? By the way are we discussing the boyfriend thing now or later because I need to cry and scream from the rooftops about it at some point." Of course Peter wouldn't let that bit slip, which only made Tony blush harder.

"I'm not an idiot... anything you don't have clearance for, you won't see. And I trust you. Is this good screaming and crying or bad screaming and crying?" Might as well make sure.

Peter was already making his way closer to him, wrapping Tony in a warm embrace.

"The crying and screaming of pure joy."

"Sounds intense."

"It will be... there'll be snot involved."

"Sexy."

"I know."

"Wanna makeout?"

"Oh hell to the fuck yes."

And so Tony walked Peter back to the couch, planted himself in the younger man's lap and right as he was about to initiate the tonsil hockey game of a lifetime, Peter interrupted-

"You really trust me?" He asked.

"Do you think that I would currently be straddling you if I didn't?" Tony asked back, incredulous... and then his three leaked sextapes that still sometimes trend on certain 'hubs' on the internet came to mind. "Wait don't answer that."

Trust was a pretty weird thing for Peter... he absolutely adored Tony but he still hadn't told him about any alternate identities and maybe it was time to reciprocate that trust.

Soon.

"So You don't think I'm like a gold digger or something?" This was some quick thinking on Peter's part

The strange vulnerability in Peter's voice made Tony ask-

"Did someone say something to you?" Pepper and Rhodey hadn't yet met Peter but they knew about him. They wouldn't do something like this but maybe...

"Just a silly joke that MJ and the guys made... kinda kept niggling... no big deal," Peter was trying to brush it off because he wasn't ready to discuss the what was really on his mind when it came to trust and Tony but the older man still thought that if it didn't affect him he wouldn't have brought it up.

"Babe... I regret to inform you but you're really not kiss-y ass-y enough to be a gold digger. I don't think any gold digger has scolded their gold diggee(?) As much as you scold me." Tony pressed soft kisses along his jawline as he tried to reassure him.

"Hey I scold because I care you ass." Peter chuckled huskily.

"I know"

And then Peter was running his hands up and down Tony's back, and it made him wonder if he was in fact part cat, because humans don't really enjoy being petted as much as him, do they? Maybe it was just that Peter touched him so well.

Honestly Peter could be doing anything and Tony would enjoy it. He nibbled along his throat and Tony couldn't help but grind down on his lap. He brought his delightful hands up his back and into his hair, gently pulling him into a deep, sensual kiss and Tony was so utterly lost.

He gently licked into his mouth and of course he tasted of cola and popcorn and it was delectable.

Tony hadn't ever really been the dominant type but he'd also never quite felt so... safe as when he did when Peter was leading him.

When they broke apart for a breath, Tony couldn't help but cup Peter's beautiful face with both his hands and just stare into the beautiful boy's eyes, as if trying to figure out the reason why such a fantastic creature could ever choose a... mess like Tony.

"God Tony you have the most beautiful eyes," Peter breathed.

Which of course made Tony blush like an absolute fool. He always did this. Peter Parker had a habbit of breaking through Tony's moments of self doubt with pure adoration and he was utterly helpless to it.

Tony had to physically restrain himself from replying with 'I love you' because two months was probably too soon for saying it.

He'd say it the next time Peter scolded him.

Soon.

Not many words were spoken after that except for "scoot back" "shift up a little" "no that tickles" "wait not there" "oh yess that's nice" "keep going" "don't stop" "please stay".

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numba99 · 4 years

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The Intern - Part 7

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Summary: You are an intern at MSG, strictly forbidden to become involved in with any of the Rangers players. However, this becomes difficult when you catch the eye of a certain player. Word count: 2k

Warnings: none, this is the second to last part though!! and I wrote this kinda quick I'm so sorry if there are typos towards the end don’t hate me

Things were finally looking up. Were they perfect? No, you imagined the next few months staying away from Lias would be hard. However, knowing at the end of it there would be a chance to make it work was enough to make you giddy.

So giddy that you didn’t notice how Beth barely returned your hello when you walked in this morning. Nor did you notice her tone when she asked you to meet her in her office in five minutes. If your head hadn’t been in the clouds, thinking about what could be in a few months from now, you may have been a little more prepared to walk into her office and see-

“Lias,” you heard yourself gasp. He was sitting at one of the chairs of her desk, looking like a kid that called down to the principals office.

“Have a seat,” Beth said sternly. Your stomach dropped. She knew. But how? Did someone tell? Did Lias tell? No, he wouldn’t, not after your talk. He wouldn't do something so shitty to you, you knew that. “Do you two know why you’re here?”

You both remained silent. Of course you knew, but what the hell were you going to say? You couldn’t show your hand until you knew exactly what she knew and how much detail.

Beth reached into her desk and pulled out two photos, which she placed down in front of the two of you. It was pictures of you when you went out to talk. One was through the window of the coffee shop and the other was you two hugging on the steps.

“How did you get these?” Lias asked what you were thinking. Your stomach churned at the thought of someone watching you and taking pictures without you even knowing.

“They were posted on a Ranger’s blog that I found while looking for something for a story,” Beth replied, “But the bigger problem is that these even exist. Care to explain why you’re blatantly breaking my rules?”

“It’s not what it looks like,” you blurted out.

“Please, y/n, don’t bull shit me,” Beth replied flatly.

“It wasn’t anything, seriously,” Lias jumped in, “We are friends and we went out for coffee. I don’t see what the big deal is.”

“The big deal is I have rules for my interns not to spend alone time with any of the players and y/n went behind my back and did it anyways,” Beth said, turning to you and shaking her head. You felt tears pressing at the back of your eyes, but the last thing you wanted to do was cry right now. You knew Beth would not take kindly to that.

“I’m sorry I-”

“Save it, I don’t want any excuses. I’ve seen the way you two interact. I thought it was just a close professional bond, but now seeing this... I’m sensing something more is going on between the two of you. I can tell when I’m being lied to. I trusted you a lot and you broke that. I’m going to have to let you go,” Beth told you.

“What! You can’t do that,” Lias snapped.

“I’m sorry but that’s not up to you,” she said.

“I’ll quit, I’ll change teams, whatever, I don't know, but you can’t she needs this,” Lias stumbled over his words as he defended you. You were trying to focus on your breath, feeling you were right on the edge of a panic attack.

“You know you can’t do that, Lias,” Beth replied, unamused by his efforts, “You can go now.” Her and Lias stared at each other for a few moments, before Lias turned to you.

“Just go,” you mumbled. Lias let out a heavy sigh, and you swore you heard an “I'm sorry,” under his breath. The silence in the room after he left was so heavy. You wished you could shrivel up and just die right there. Beth must have sensed how awful it was making you feel because she sat with it for some time.

“In three days the team will have an off day. You can come in then when no one is around and get your things,” Beth told you, “You can leave now.”

You got up, wordlessly and headed for the door. You were afraid If you spoke you wouldn’t be able to hold back the tears. However, right before you left you said, “I’m really sorry.”

“I am too,” Beth replied, “I’ve never been so disappointed.” And with that, you left, managing to keep your tears in until you were back on the street.

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The next three days were a tortuously slow whirlwind. With crying, lots of crying. It had turned a bit into a pity party, which made you feel pathetic, but you couldn’t help it. At least Jess indulged your moping, never making you feel bad about being a mess.

Between your crying and staring blankly a the wall wondering how your life could have blown up like this, you were desperately searching for an alternative internship placement. You hadn't told your school yet that you were leaving... or getting fired. You thought if you could find something else you could smooth it over by saying it wasn’t a good fit to your schedule or something and it wouldn’t raise many eyebrows. However, at this stage in the game, any placements were already taken, and you wondered how you would explain to an potential supervisor.

“Why are you coming to us months into the semester? A little late isn’t it?”

“Well you see, I was caught having a romantic relationship with one of the players, breaking the only real rule given to me.”

Yeah, that would go over well. With each day that passed, you felt more hopeless. Lias texted you. And called you. You wanted to talk to him, but you just couldn’t. You weren't mad at him, he wasn’t at fault. It was the rule you broke after all and he stood up for you in Beth’s office when you couldn’t find the words. However, talking to him, facing everything that was going on just felt like too much.

You did manage to text him a short message that you were okay (ha!) and that you would talk to him when you had things figured out because you owed him that much. You tossed your phone away before you could tempt yourself with reading any of the messages he left.

There was a brick in your stomach when they day to clear out your desk finally came. You felt like you were going to your execution - dramatic, you knew - but you couldn’t shake the feeling of impending doom. The only saving grace was that none of the players would be there and that the office would be relatively quiet since it was an off day. With any luck you could get in and out and not have to interact with a single soul.

You managed to get into your office without any outside contact. You shut the door behind you, hoping no one would notice you were there. You bit back tears as you began to pack up your things into a tiny box. You were only there a short time, but it all felt so special. Partially because of the amazing experience and doing what you had dreamt of doing since you were a little girl, sitting wide-eyed watching the Rangers play... but partially because of Lias.

You were realizing now that he meant a lot to you, more than you were letting yourself believe. He wasn’t just some guy you wanted to hook up with, he was a guy you wanted to be with. He had a way of making things feel special and exciting that no other lover was ever able to match.

Just as you were thinking you wish you could see him, the door to your office pushed open. You held your breath, thinking it might be Beth to scold again, but it was Lias. You let out a soft gasp, feeling like you somehow had conjured him.

“I hope I’m not bothering you,” he said. He eyed you sympathetically, his soft blue eyes filling you with the greatest sense of peace in the last 72 hours. You couldn’t think of what to say, so you just flung your arms around him. He squeezed you tightly, almost to the point where you couldn’t breath, but you loved it.

“What are you doing here?” you asked when you finally managed to peel yourself away.

“I had to see you,” he replied, smiling faintly, before adding, “I also have something for you, but I gotta show you.” He took you by the hand and pulled you out of the office. You wanted to resist, feeling like you were most definitely pushing It by holding his hand, but what did you have to lose? You were already fired.

Lias led you down the hallway, towards the locker room. You wondered what he had that he had to show you here. When you stepped into the locker room, you were met by nearly the entire team Your brows furrowed in confusion. Had you miscounted the days in your stupor and came in the wrong time?

Before you could speak, a familiar voice asked what you were thinking, “What is this?” You spun around to find Beth being led into the room by Mika.

“We’re all here for y/n,” Lias spoke up, “We don’t want her fired.” Lias stood in front of them all. There were players, such as Fil and Kaapo, that you’d only talked to on occasion. They were nice, but you weren’t close with them like you were with Mika or even Chris. You were surprised, but incredibly moved that they were there in support of you.

“That’s not yo-” Beth tried to speak, but she was cut off.

“But it is,” Lias replied firmly, “No one has been so kind to us all. All you reporters care about is the story, y/n cared about us. She made us all feel special. MSG is as much her home as it is ours, and we won’t play if she isn’t here to ask the questions after.” Everyone nodded in agreement as Lias spoke.

“Seriously?” Beth questioned.

“Seriously,” Mika replied, putting his arm around Lias, “No one should be punished for caring about someone. We all know how great y/n is, she isn’t going to let anything get in the way of that, romantic relationship or not. Let her stay, or you can explain to everyone else why we are suddenly forfeiting games.”

Beth was shocked, and honestly you were too. You couldn't believe they were all doing this for you. You didn’t feel worthy, but you were eternally grateful, even if it didn’t work. The longer the room was in silence, the more you thought Beth was going to tell them no deal, but finally she relented.

“Fine, y/n can stay.” The room erupted in cheers, and you couldn’t help but let out a squeal yourself. Beth seemed displeased, speaking directly to you, “We are going to talk about this tomorrow. Be here your normal time.”

The second she left the room, Lias’s arms were around you, spinning you around in a tight hug. You giggled, feeling absolutely on top of the world, even though you were sure you were in for it tomorrow. You didn’t care, though, you’d rather be miserable with an internship than miserable without one.

“Lias I... I can't believe you did this,” you gushed, “I can’t even thank you enough.”

“You don’t have to,” Lias smiled, “You deserve this. More than anyone I know.” He pressed a soft kiss to your lips, and for the first time you kissed him without any concern in the world. That pulled a few “oohs” from the younger players. You and Lias chuckled as Mika and Chris shooed them from the room.

“This internship is the best thing that ever happened to me,” you sigh, brushing the golden locks out of Lias’s eyes.

“Because it led to meeting some stupid boy?” he teased, though he didn’t realize how right he was.

“No,” you replied, “because it brought me to you.”

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Hey, Clarence

Characters: Castiel/Clarence x Reader Word Count: 1,674 Warnings: Fluffity fluff fluff. Requested by: @yourewelcomeforbeingmyfriend Beta’d by @shy-violet-soul

A/N: This was written for my Merry Manda’s Christmas Drabbles. It is simultaneously based on “Winter Wonderland” (per the request) and also kinda “Hey Jude.” I wrote this as a continuation of Clarence and Clarence Returns from the last two years’ Christmas Drabbles. You don’t necessarily have to read those for this to make sense, but it would certainly help. Also, they are some of my favorite pieces I’ve written for Christmastime, so I hope you will indulge me and go give them a looksee. I hope you enjoy!

Gif Credit x

Hey, Clarence

Today has sucked.

Not so much in an earth-shattering, life-altering way. There was no singular catastrophic event that brought me to this conclusion; more a trail of small, shitty things that, on their own wouldn’t be so bad, but together - well, like I said. Today has sucked.

My cat ran away first thing this morning. I immediately dressed, frantic as my brain volleyed various “worst-case-scenario” thoughts around. As I opened the front door to begin my desperate search for my beloved feline companion, I nearly screamed when I found her, sitting on my doorstep, impassively licking her front paw and gazing up at me expectantly.

Then, when I got to work, I somehow managed to spill my coffee all over myself and my boss simultaneously five minutes before an important meeting. A meeting, which I would find out later, was doomed from the start - coffee stained blouses notwithstanding.

It has been downhill from there, really.

My resolution for the steadily fading year has been to - as the Beatles so eloquently put it - “take a sad song, and make it better”. The idea had struck me when someone in the bar picked “Hey Jude” on the jukebox, mere moments before the ball dropped. There may have been fireball involved. It’s all a bit hazy, now. But, inebriated or not, I’ve spent the last eleven and a half months actively trying to keep myself from wallowing in self-pity when life doesn’t go the way I want it to.

Which is how I found myself standing outside a trendy boutique downtown on a Monday night with a cup of hot apple cider clenched between my mittened hands. There’s only two weeks until Christmas, and I thought maybe rustling up a little Christmas cheer might keep the day from winding up a total bust. Two years ago, I'd found myself in the same spot when I’d met Clarence. Well, he said last Christmas his name was actually Castiel, but the adorable blue-eyed angel will always be Clarence to me. I sigh wistfully, missing my friend before turning my gaze back to the shop windows.

The shops downtown have all agreed on a theme for their displays this year - Winter Wonderland - in an effort to foster a sense of community between the businesses. I think there’s a competition involved, but I can guarantee that this display will be winning no awards.

Dozens of severely angled Christmas trees - all fashioned out of white paper - form a semi-circle in front of a stark white backdrop. More white paper has been manipulated into the shapes of what I can only assume are meant to be angry icicles and hang upside down from the ceiling. That’s not even the worst part. The five mannequins are all posed incredibly awkwardly; their plastic bodies contorted in unnatural positions that no flesh-and-blood person would be capable of. The icing on the cake is the weird-ass, monochromatic clothing they are all sporting. It looks half dystopian futuristic, half Grandma’s attic chic. It’s 100% the worst.

“That would appear to be less ‘Winter Wonderland’ and more ‘tortured in the bowels of hell’.

The familiar, gravelly voice makes me jump, nearly spilling a hot beverage on myself for the second time today. I whirl around to find the blue-eyed angel (what even is my life these days?) smiling warmly at me, a flicker of amusement playing across his face.

“Clare - er, I mean, Castiel, was it?” I stumble foolishly over my words.

“Clarence will be just fine.” He grins wider. “You know, we really should stop meeting this way.”

His joy is contagious and I find myself leaping happily towards him. He wraps his arms around me, holding tightly. Somehow I manage not to spill a drop on either one of us. Maybe this day is finally starting to look up.

“How did you find me?” I pull away from him, surprised to find a wet spot blooming on his tan coat where my face had been pressed against his chest. When had I started crying?

He smiles knowingly at me and I sigh, wiping away the trails of fresh tears.

“Let me guess. You heard my prayer?” He nods. “Which isn’t very fair; it wasn’t really a prayer. I was just thinking about you and how we met.”

He gestures toward the next window, shoving his hands in his pockets as we walk. This window is more inviting. Two snowmen - both nearly as tall as the handsome angel at my side - are angled to face each other. Adoring smiles brighten their faces and their twig hands intertwine between them. A pair of cheerful cardinals suspend over their heads carrying opposite ends of a banner adorned with a red heart in their beaks. Red and green holiday baubles frame the large glass barrier containing the couple.

“Now this,” I sigh, “this is more like it.”

“Yes,” he almost whispers. “It’s a beautiful sight.”

From the corner of my eye I see Clarence, his attention focused not on the window, but on me. A flood of warmth fills my face, despite the chilly air whipping around us. I don’t know if it’s the blush on my cheeks or the realization that he’d been caught staring, but his gaze drops to the ground suddenly and he clears his throat.

“It’s, uh,” he looks back up and tips his head toward the display, “this is much more wondrous, in my opinion.”

I nod, unable to comprehend this newfound tension now blossoming between us. As though he can sense my confusion, he takes a small, almost tentative step toward me.

“Y/n, do you remember the first time we met?” Clarence narrows his gaze, his head tipping slightly to one side and his lips pressed together.

“Of course. It was right over there,” I point to a shop across the road, it’s own window dressed in lovely sparkly Christmas tableau.

“You were - and continue to be - so lovely. Even with no celestial power to confirm my perception, I could see the beauty of your soul. From the moment you spoke, I felt drawn to you in a way I didn’t understand. I was in no position at the time to articulate this - nor had I a right to. I’m not exactly convinced that I have a right, even now, but when I heard your subtle prayer tonight, I felt a surge of joy I haven’t felt before. I wanted nothing more than to be here with you, as we were that first night.”

I blink rapidly. What is happening? Is he - is he saying…

Clarence takes another step closer to me, his cerulean eyes glittering gleefully under the street lamps and one corner of his mouth turned upward, but only just. He reaches a hand out, his calloused fingers brushing against my cheek, moving a stray lock of hair behind my ear.

“I still don’t understand - “

I huff a breath, interrupting him and muttering “That makes two of us.”

He only smiles wider. “I don’t understand, but I knew I needed to tell you, and, perhaps…”

The smile falters gently and I realize his fingers are still grazing the curve of my jaw. His thumb brushes across my bottom lip and his gaze follows the movement as he swallows, distracted, I assume.

“Perhaps what?” I sound breathy, like the heroine in a rom-com.

His eyes jerk up to meet mine again, fingers curling under my chin to tilt it upwards.

“Perhaps,” his tongue sweeps across his lips, “perhaps I might kiss you.”

It’s a statement, but there’s so much endearing uncertainty in his tone, it sounds like a question. My brain has ceased all word-forming function for the moment, but I manage to nod once.

And then he’s kissing me.

As uncertain as he’d seemed, I think I expected clacking teeth and squished noses, but it’s not. It’s slow and graceful, his lips soft and warm against mine. It’s just the opposite side of chaste for a moment, but then I feel his hand slide into my hair, pressing our mouths together more firmly as he moans softly.

It’s like mixing Mentos and Diet Coke, or baking soda and vinegar - Pop Rocks and Pepsi. Is that a thing? Whatever, the point I’m making is that one second I was fine and the next I feel combustible. Every nerve ending suddenly shifting into overdrive as my heart thrums against my ribs.

He pulls away just when I feel like my lungs are going to give out. I’m relieved to see his chest heaving rhythmically; I’m not the only one affected so deeply by the kiss. He presses his forehead to mine, a rough laugh punching from his lungs as his entire face lights up. I’ve never seen him smile this broadly.

His hand slides down my arm before clasping my mittened palm.

“Well,” I start, but the brush of something cold and wet against my cheek startles me. Looking up, I realize that large, fluffy snowflakes are just beginning to fall from the sky. Clarence holds out his free hand, a look of soft wonderment brightening his already lovely face as the flakes land on his palm.

Is it possible that I’m actually living in a rom-com and just don’t know it?

“Perfect,” he sighs, his thumb rubbing gently against the wool covering my hand still clasped in his.

“Talk about making a sad song better,” I mutter, tossing my cup in a nearby trash can before sticking out my tongue and tasting the cool white drops.

Clarence tips his head to one side again, an adorable confused expression on his face.

“Nothing.” I wrap my free arm around his, clinging to his side against the rapidly falling snow and sighing contentedly.

“Y/n, would you like to get a cup of coffee with me? I know a nice 24 hour diner nearby,” he grins. “It holds some special memories for me.”

Leaning up, I press a kiss against his cheek, the scruff on his jaw tickling my lips.

“Sounds like a date, Clarence.”

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atamascolily · 4 years

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further thoughts on terminator 2

This movie is so interesting to me: it's sequel, foil, retcon, and remake of T1, all wrapped up in one. Yet it also stands reasonably well on its own. I think you could watch this and still follow the plot without having seen the first one.

I say "remake," because there's really only one Terminator plot: "A cyborg from the future is trying to kill you for Reasons; good thing you have some help!" T2 is basically the same story as T1, with John instead of Sarah as the protagonist, and with a new antagonist and guardian.

T2 is able to get away with this by deliberately referencing the first movie, playing with audience expectations, and by shifting the genre from horror to action. As a result, T2 looks and feels very different, even though the plot is essentially the same.

T1 (horror): '80s; bloody; scary; everyone except Sarah and Silbermann die; resigned and sad ending. T2 (action): '90s; shockingly little blood; tense; only a handful of characters die, and many of those are off-screened/not shown directly; hopeful and moving ending.

While I like T2 a lot, T1 is my favorite of the two, despite the fact that I am not a fan of horror, blood, or massive amounts of violence. In addition to having way more Michael Biehn, T1 is shockingly more feminist than T2, despite Sarah's incredible arm muscles.

[Basically, I want an entire movie filmed like that one dream sequence in T2, in which Sarah is continually haunted by/arguing/making out with Kyle's ghost. I'm just saying... MISSED OPPORTUNITIES HERE, PEOPLE!]

I haven't seen the other Terminator movies, but it's telling to me that James Cameron didn't want to be involved with a third movie, saying that he felt like he'd told the story he wanted to tell and move on to different projects. Based on the plot summaries of the subsequent results--T3, Salvation and Genisys--I think the writers got stuck on how to make their versions as engaging and interesting as the first two and/or didn't understand what makes the first two movies work.

In addition to the old "how do you make the same plot look interesting the xth time around?," there's the question of characters. Schwarzenegger is only one half of what makes the Terminator movies so iconic. The other half is Sarah Connor. I think people get confused and believe the movies are really about John, but John isn't what makes the movies great, even though he's the protagonist of T2 and the ostensible Chosen One.

John is interesting as an idea/plot device/symbol, but none of the film portrayals of him as an adult have really had a big cultural impact, which suggest to me that HE's not really why we're here. Sarah is. Why else would the TV show be "The Sarah Connor Chronicles"??

According to Wikipedia, Linda Hamilton turned down a role in T3 because the writers were going to kill Sarah off halfway through the film, with no time for the other characters to mourn, and she felt she was disposable, so she said no--which she was right to do. And right there, that movie was doomed, because they missed the point of what the first two movies were actually about, and couldn't offer anything better in its stead.

Likewise, Terminator: Salvation has no Cameron, no Hamilton, and no Schwarzenegger--and nothing else to fill the gaps to explain why we should care.

Genisys is interesting, because it's clear that the writers realized they had to get Sarah Connor back in somehow. So their solution was to combine the plot of the first movie with the Terminator guardian and updated, action-oriented angle of the second movie. Instead of Sarah as a damsel-in-distress in need of rescue by Kyle Reese, she's been raised by a Terminator since she was a child, which I imagine makes her relationship with Kyle... different. The whole premise is so fanfic-y that I can't believe they actually made this movie.

I don't know why that movie didn't work, exactly, but the images I've seen from it do not inspire confidence. (The fact that I do not find their version of Kyle Reese to be particular hot is telling.) I've only seen one scene from the end with the time machine, which looks like what would happen if you started an MRI machine with a Terminator in the room - bits of metal flying everywhere.

(I think about this every time someone mentions an MRI, tbh.)

I am reserving judgment on <i>Dark Fate</i>, since both Cameron and Hamilton were involved, and it's not about John Connor. I plan on seeing it once it's out on DVD. I suspect I'm going to find it intriguing on multiple levels.

Other miscellaneous T2 thoughts I didn't fit into previous posts:

Linda Hamilton has a twin, that was how they filmed the double scene at the end, very clever!! I kinda wish this had been used more in the film. They also used a pair of twins with the security guard sequence, clever. SEE YOU DON'T NEED CGI FOR EVERYTHING!!

Linda Hamilton's real life son is the kid the '80s dream version of Sarah is holding in her playground dream, wow...

Oh, wow, Michael Biehn was NOT in the theatrical cut, thank goodness I watched this version, because that was literally the best part of the film.

Also, I watched the Behind-the-scenes montage that came with the DVD and there's literally two seconds of him taking a break while filming that scene, and I FLIPPED OUT even the film quality - the filming of the filming, as it were - is not great.

The DVD extras also include Jim Cameron rolling around on the floor to show his actors how he wants it done, and the crew giving him a gift for his birthday and he says, "As long as it's not a flying piranha" -- the subject of his first movie.

The footage of the Cameron and Hamilton at the shooting range practicing is also really cute. So is watching them destroy tiny miniature versions of LA and the future 2029 battlefield.

And I learned there was a guy wearing only white boxers on the crew during the playground sequence, so make what you will of that. I guess it was hot that day...

Also, apparently Michael Biehn was originally supposed to be the T-1000. Are you fucking kidding me???!!!! No offense to Robert Patrick, but THAT WOULD HAVE BEEN AMAZING (and also SUPER TRAUMATIZING for Sarah!!) What could have been... Maybe this movie exists in some parallel universe, sigh.

I really like the deleted ending, in which Judgement Day doesn't happen (Sarah's voice-over says she gets very drunk to celebrate). John Connor works for the US government, and an elderly Sarah watches him play with his daughter on a playground. I wish they'd ended the series at two movies instead of the nightmare slog of sequels/reboots/whatever. But, money. You know how it is.

Next up: Dark Fate. Or possibly "The Sarah Connor Chronicles," depending on which I can get on DVD first.

#terminator #terminator 2

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tyrantisterror · 5 years

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Disorganized How to Train Your Dragon 3 Thoughts

I’m not gonna separate the safe ones from the spoilers so it’s all going under the cut. You’ve been warned!

Everyone who argued that Girl Toothless was not a Girl Toothless and was in fact a new wholly different species whose design had nothing to do with her being a Girl Toothless but was just to make it clear that she wasn’t Toothless’s species owes me an apology.

Not only is she a Girl Toothless, and not only does every scene with her focus on the fact that she is a Girl Toothless who Toothless wants to fuck, but they produce viable offspring at the end of the movie. She is, was, and always will be a Girl Toothless.

Also, as I predicted, Girl Toothless was still a fun character despite her disappointingly obvious design, and the movie made me love her. See? A person can criticize a thing without hating the thing! It’s possible!

My overall impression is that this is the weakest of the three movies, but a good enough ending regardless.

One of the bigger problems is that it has a whole bunch of characters it wants to do justice to, but a plot that really only has clear roles for, like, five of them.

Hiccup, Astrid, Toothless, Girl Toothless, and Grimel (the bad guy) are those five. They have clear motivations, arcs, and most importantly, roles to play in the narrative.

Gobber, Valka, Snotlout, Ruffnut, Tuffnut, McLovin, and John Snow are also here but they don’t really have much to do except comment on what the important people are doing or, like, worse, have distracting subplots that don’t really pay off in a significant way.

Ruffnut and Tuffnut both provided some good comic relief though so there’s that at least. Ruffnut in particular has one scene that just stole the show for me, she was funny as hell.

And Cate Blanchett could spend the whole movie reading an Itunes user agreement and I’d still be invested because of my enormous crush on her she’s a great actress.

The movie is also undercut by the fact that Grimel is, like, basically the same bad guy as the one in How To Train Your Dragon 2 with a very similar goal, but on the other hand, Grimel is also the answer to the question of “What if we made the bad guy in How To Train Your Dragon 2 actually interesting?” Like, he’s not just a screamy fella, he’s got some range. Also weird lips. I liked the weird lips, they were distinct.

Grimel also has these sicknasty looking henchmen dragons that are red and black and viper-y looking and apparently addicted to their own venom and I love them.

I mean it’s kind of weird they’re affected by their own venom since venomous creatures are, as a rule, immune to their own venom (they kind of have to be since, y’know, they produce and store it in their bodies) and I kind of expected this series to know shit like that but whatever I guess

They replaced T.J. Miller with a different guy for Tuffnut’s voice, which is good. I wasn’t sure at first because the different guy did a very good impression of Tuffnut’s old voice, but it lacked that distinct yet hard to place quality of T.J. Miller’s vocals that makes me want to throttle T.J. Miller. T.J. Miller’s voice makes a sound that only primal hatred can hear.

TV tropes complained about Toothless’s romantic subplot being a “romantic plot tumor” but, like, no? It’s actually kind of important? Let Toothless fuck.

The dragon courtship scene was really weird and silly and sweet.

The whole “Astrid and Hiccup don’t want to get married” thing didn’t make sense to me, but, like, I have friends who were reticent to get married despite being obviously right for each other so I guess it’s a thing some people who actually make romance work sometimes go through. I don’t get it but that’s love for ya I guess.

I mean it felt like a forced conflict to me but it also felt that way when my IRL friends were doing it so whatcha gonna do?

This is why smart people have hopeless crushes on Cate Blanchett instead of actual romances.

Speaking of, I feel personally called out that they gave Snotlout, the most odious of the characters now that T.J. Miller has been excised from the cast, a hopeless crush on Cate Blanchett. I do not want to sympathize with Snotlout. Don’t do that to me movie. Don’t make me feel like he knows what I feel.

The titular hidden world of dragons was really pretty and reminded me of what I’d sometimes imagine as a kid when I desperately wanted to believe that dragons were real, still alive, and just hiding somewhere. It spoke to the core of me like this series does. And not just by portraying a mediocre guy as having a doomed crush on Cate Blanchett.

I’m kinda peeved that the sicknasty bad guy dragons didn’t get redeemed/saved at the end, especially after Grimel revealed that he had drugged them into working for him. It didn’t feel on-message that the last we saw of them was them falling through the sky after Toothless electrocuted them into unconsciousness (or death?).

I did, however, enjoy that the climax of this movie was an army of dragons utterly destroying an entire fleet of human ships, undoubtedly killing many humans in the process, and that we were supposed to root for the dragons. It’s what I’ve wanted out of a story since I was three years old.

The dragons going off to the Hidden World at the end and leaving everyone behind felt a little forced, though. Especially since the Hidden World seems, like, only an hour’s journey away from New Berk.

On the other hand, this totally supports my insane theory that the finale of Tales from Arcadia will involve the Trollhunters and pals summoning an army of dragons to save the day, led by Toothless’s descendant.

Finally, I also feel called out by having Ruffnut say, “Ok fine, I like sensitive guys” when she gets hugged by McLovin’. Have you been reading my blog, How to Train Your Dragon? Are you trying to appeal directly to me? You think I’m this easy? Well you’re right, I am.

Marry me Cate Blanchett

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themanicgalaxy · 3 years

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SPN 4X5 Monster Movie

ohohoho wait the title sounds promising

I like Meta Movie Shit it’s like 15% of my personality at LEAST at this point leave me alone

look I know I complain about filters but DAMN does the black and white make the Impala look nice

AHAHA NONDIAGETIC TO DIAGETIC MUSIC AND THE CHARACTERS COMMENT

wow I spelled that wrong but I don’t wanna check it

save the world like the good old days? no I didn’t miss anything tho?? what?

heh “black and white case” THAT’S SO N E A T WITH THE FILTER

listen while I do think that Dean being in Hell should probably affect him more, him playing it for comedy is just so good

I hear “Agent young,” I sing “I hope Neil Young will remember” and then...hell maybe that was the reference

ah ~tourist season~

this shit is so twin peaks-y I love it

oh my god Anne Rice getting name dropped is WILD

“ok maverick” SSAKSKA

“he looked like a vampire” ah stellar witness I see

damn you you’re giving Eastern Europe a bad name

...ah agent young is Dean

ok so no scars, he seems excited

...re..hymenated..DEAN WHAT?

...see the dialogue...has just shifted to old timey, right? and so did the scenery

at least the girl is smarter

it’s ABSOLUTELY hilarious that this is all stuff they hunt so they have a problem with finding it as it imitates the on screen animals

THE MORGUE VISUALS! STUNNING!

seriously this playing on their expectations is SO NEAT

IT’S SHOT LIKE OLD TIME HORROR I S W E A R THERE’S A DIFFERENCE IT’S GREAT

~spoopy mummy on the loading dock~

I LIVVEEEDD BITCH

also it’s absolutely hilarious that the reason we no longer have a lot of mummies around is cuz Rich Europeans ate them

and really fucked up but also funny

oh NO NOT FINAL GIRL TROPE

GOD D A M M I T

DRACULA!!

they did the lighting thing!! HELL YEAH

PEPPER SPRAY HIM! YES GIRL!

hahaha he broke character

JOHNATHAN HARKER AND MINA REFERENCE!!

THAT’S WHAT I NAMED MY CAT AFTER

I don’t remember a romance with Mina in there but fine whatever creative license

Dean almost got bit by a Male Vampire huh

INTERMISSION AHAHAHA

Shapeshifter!!!

“the x files is a tv show, this is real” in the black and white filter...oh so tongue and cheek

God I was half expecting a wink at the camera

MINA WASN’T THE INTENDED BRIDE, IT WOULD HAVE BEEN LUCY

WHO THE HELL APPROVED THIS

ok voyeuristic camera angles really Add to the horror damn

heh the ~responsibility burden

it’s nice Dean gets to talk about how much this sucks

Dean if you shut off I’m going to KILL you I want to know what’s going on

A mission from God!!

I don’t care if that’s a blues brothers reference or not, I’m taking it as such

At least he’s found some purpose, although...hm I wonder where this is going

the ~phantom~!!

THE FUCKING SHIFT TO THE OTHER OPERA MUSIC AHAHA

Sam that’s his own fucking ear calm down

very Sinister Shots for Sam this scene I liked em

It’s Lucy? the Evil Woman of Dracula I’m telling you

aha and they were drugged! neat

the practical effects are So Neat tho!

oho, Frankenstein?

LiFe aIn’T a MoVie Dean you got something you want to say

listen, I get escaping into the glamor of a movie, I do

Man and Dean used to reference movies all the time :(

THE FUCKING DOORBELL

also “the monster wins” OHHH NO

I HAVE A COUPON HA

mention in recap: Dean+movies, monster winning, Lucy+dracula imagery, also the followup about hunters from the last one

bleh stupid controlling niceguy vampire

shit that dress does look good tho

ah yeah in real life this fucker gets killed near everywhere, but they’re famous on movies

kinnie but also Ow

sir you can’t coerce people into your life that’s not how that works

Sam: *pokes fun at his brother after he nearly got bbq’ed

Dean: SHUT UP

awwww

VAN HELSING’SSSS SERIOUS FACE

holy shit Jamie!!!

bitch why are you holding onto this, how?

sir you were a monster and you still got killed and OH I don’t like that wait

dammit Jamie and Dean are fun

Sam has been Suffering fOR 12 Y E A R S ok I’m done

Dean: It’d be nice if life was a movie AAAAA

and ends on a cute sibling note and the end? neat

okok I have meta:

1. Listen listen listen, the “monster”(shifter) living in Real Life where he nearly gets killed all the time just for existing, has to fight to survive etc, finding monster movies and emulating them, but with the key difference of “the monster wins?” holy hell. It’s such a cool thing about how movies are our chance for escapism, and toss in a nice morally gray area for the monster as well. Like people use movies to escape, so we probably all relate to the monster a lot more anyway? like that’s such a compelling motivation it’s so cool!

and the fact that the monster still dies at the end is like. Ok you can either approach it as yknow, them saving the day or whatever, but I kinda felt it was like. He got to go out like those monsters in the movies? he clung to that reality, and got to go out in his version of dignity, while still feeding into the tragedy, because the monster really did die. It was the expected ending(monster dies in the end) but he seemed...to enjoy it(continued monologue right up until he died with a cool-ass shot)? he got to go out like his role models? Like you feel for him, but he did also kill people, but then the killing was also the role models. Like, complex motivation/story for this “monster of the week,” I thought it was interesting. And also, well done.

2. Also. Direct contrast to Dean. Dean’s the “references” guy, he always makes movie references. Or Ig he made them before he got jettisoned to Hell and had to figure himself out. If movies are positioned as Escape by the monster, Dean rejecting them in front of the monster, claiming real life is not that simple...feels like him stepping up to take on that Godly Responsibility. Especially because in this episode, Jamie says that “bro hunting sucks as a profession”(which is entirely true) and Dean says “yeah I thought that too”(aka the reference stage). Like the movies(and their rejection) show how Dean’s kinda stepping up to the “Ok, I’m a hunter, I’m here, I can't just check out or pretend this is a movie, this is real.”(As seen with his willingness to accept his “mission from God” and CALLING it as such when he was at first skeptical). Dean and the shifter are set up as foils, which is ALSO interesting because the last shifter also shifted into Dean. There’s probably something there(blend into whatever he’s been told to be by his Dad, by God whatever) but that’s not the thesis I’m going for here.

3. Worth noting, just little lore thing here, that Lucy is the Evil Woman in Dracula(the one that got turned into the vampire) and she ends up being the villain. And NO Mina was not Dracula’s bride, but she WAS lucy’s friend, so I’m going with Lucy/Mina because...no yeah that makes way more sense.

4. sidenote, lamp shading that this is a show, how this is supposed to be Real(and highlighted with shifts from diagetic, the camera angles are Extra Theatrical, it’s a literal Black and White movie). But that lamp shading of the story+old movies like...was kinda integral to the plot, which. Yeah that’s how you do a Referential thing. It was done for a reason(on both ends, both Dean and the Monster have some kind of thing with movies), spotlighting it with Dean and Sam makes it show how this is a movie(although for what purpose I wasn’t really paying attention for) and also a nice homage on top. Cool use of meta style, I liked that a Lot and it looked really fucking good.

5. And this is just a little carry over from last time, but the fact that Sam and Dean don’t know about the rougarou kid is kinda a part of the inherent tragedy/revenge porn of hunting. They had no trouble believing Travis just Went for it, which doomed them not to ask the questions of Why, which doomed that poor kid and his mom. Their distrust and craziness and thirst for revenge is actively harming their mission, godDAMMIT one of you fuckers learn empathy and communication and teach it with the class.

Anyway. Movie Meta is my Shit so...yeah

#pawswatchesspn #4x5 Monster Movie #I was Very Mad at the Inaccuracy of the Dracula plotline #I take Mina Harker very personally #I named kitty after her

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silkhyung · 7 years

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MESSAGE DELIVERED | pt.2

→ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader / Namjoon x Reader → Genre: fluff, smut, angst, humor → Words: 3,182 → Rated: NC-17 → Warnings: none in this part

→ Summary: A text message sent to the wrong number turns into a long lasting affair between two people completely opposite one another.

→ Note: So, yeah… here’s the now official part 2! I’m really sorry for the delay, but I hope you’ll like it! :)

Parts: 01 : interim : 02 : 03 : coming soon

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━ 12:03pm It must be because I’m very tired But ur still hilarious Night lol

With a heavy sigh, you lean back in your seat, a blush creeping up your cheeks at the realization you probably crossed a line or something with those messages you sent to him on Saturday night. You’d prayed throughout the whole day after you’d get a reply, and when that didn’t happen you’d checked your phone every twenty minutes on Monday and today every time your phone buzzed. It’s kinda lame.

Really, you have no actual reason to be this upset about it.

“Joonie asked me about you today in class”, Jeongyeon says when your professor seems to still be too busy shuffling through his papers to give a damn about what’s going on in his class.

Your stomach flips uncomfortably and you quickly push your phone in under a notebook, giving your friend a curious look. “Joonie?”

She completely ignores that and continues on. “He asked why you rushed out of the show so quickly on Friday and also mentioned that he was kind of disappointed you never got to hear when they performed the song he wrote about y… Yoongi.”

After forcing the most fake smile you’ve ever seen her sport onto her lips, she turns to her phone and just starts scrolling.

“I already told you it was because of an emergency meeting”, you sigh. “Mark had some stuff to go over with me.”

You don’t mention your boss also told you to stop being so nice in your reviews and take your writing to the next level or he’d have to let you go, which led to you almost having a panic attack when you finally made it to the elevators because you really need the money.

“Yeah, but Joon- Namjoon doesn’t know that.” She gives you a pointed glare and you just want to kick her.

“Why does he care anyway?” you mumble, crossing your arms over your chest while leaning back in your seat further.

You hadn’t expected an answer, but you still hear Jeongyeon mumble something along the lines of; “several dumb reasons”. Ignoring that, you begin writing down whatever nonsense it is your professor is currently going through. No offense to Mr. Lee, but he really does have a tendency to space off and go way off topic.

The rest of the class is spent in silent annoyance on your part, first of all wondering what’s up with Namjoon constantly demanding your time and attention and then about your stupid JK not replying to your messages. He’s left your ballsy and stupid little confession unanswered for three whole days soon and it really shouldn’t bother you, but it so obviously, embarrassingly does.

He’d been like a small, kind of silly escape from reality in a way, and you miss that. You miss texting him because he seemed to be able to help keep your mind off of the stressful things in life, like school, your job, your pretty doomed future and so on.

Maybe he’s just unusually busy?

Maybe you should be thinking about more important things rather than a stranger in your phone?

Just then your phone starts buzzing incessantly under your notebook, and you eagerly fish it out, only for the excitement to wash off of your face as soon as you see the name displayed on your screen.

━ Kim Namjoon 4:22pm Hey what’s happening tonight? Wanna hit up Yoko’s with me and Hoseok? I kinda feel like you owe us for ditching us last time And you can give him his cap back

You try not to roll your eyes, typing out a quick lie in the hopes of it making him not continue asking. Of course, such luck only exists in fairytales.

━ 4:22pm I’ll be in a meeting

━ Kim Namjoon 4:22pm I didn’t give you a specific time

This time you do roll your eyes.

━ 4:23pm Then specify the time

━ Kim Namjoon 4:23pm How about 6:30?

Just as you hover over the send button, about to give him a big, fat no, you realize that you really are just being an unreasonable brat, like Jeongyeon told you several times over the phone during the weekend. The guy has never actually done anything but be nice and understanding towards you. He even showed up to Jeongyeon’s 70’s themed charity run when you couldn’t make it.

Biting into your lip with a sigh, you type out a new text, and you tell yourself it’s mostly because Hoseok probably desperately wants his favorite cap back.

━ 4:24pm Fine but jeongie joins us

━ Kim Namjoon 4:24pm Yeah that’ll be great! See you then!

“Hey”, you say, nudging Jeongyeon with your elbow. “Namjoon just texted me.”

You see her eyes narrow slightly, but you don’t understand why so you just brush it off. “Oh?”

“Yeah, we’re meeting up with him and Hobi for noodles at Yoko’s later.”

“Great.”

You’re not sure, but it kind of sounds like she doesn’t entirely think that that’s great, but you brush that off as well. Sometimes, Jeongie just has a tendency to get in bad moods for reasons she keeps to herself until she feels bad about it.

When she doesn’t say much else but only tells you she’ll meet you at Yoko’s, you gather your stuff with a heavy sigh at the end of the lecture, feeling like this day won’t ever just end.

A little more than an hour later, you’re standing outside of Mark’s office, fiddling with the hem of your shirt before gathering enough courage to push the door open. You’re greeted by a sickeningly sweet smell reminding you of donuts, and you instantly find the source inside a small box resting on his desk.

It is indeed donuts.

“Ah, Y/N!” your boss smiles wide, motioning for you to sit down as he sits himself down in his plush office chair. “I’m sorry for calling in for a meeting on such short notice, and before you start freaking out, I’m not going to fire you.”

With a nod and a tight smile, you lean back in your seat, trying to look comfortable when in reality you feel like a wooden board placed in a chair.

“I just need you to go to a certain mini festival kind of thing at the end of this week.” He grabs his laptop and angles it for you to see better. “This band’s playing. They’re pretty new and they’re quickly getting popular. I think they’re called F8X9 but nobody knows what it actually stands for. That’s rock for ya, I guess.”

Like Bath Time Sucks, you think to yourself with a small smile.

“You’re gonna go, make sure you watch these girls play, somehow get in backstage and talk to them, get an unofficial interview or something, and then you’re gonna write about them. And if you do good on that review, I’ll let you stay.”

You nod along to all he says, but pause abruptly at that last part.

“Wait, what?” you ask, lifting an eyebrow quizzically. “I thought you said you weren’t going to fire me?”

“Didn’t you listen, kid?” Mark smiles and leans back in his chair. “Your writing has been lacking lately, so I’m giving you a last chance to spice it up since you very obviously didn’t take my advice into consideration the last time I called you here.”

“But, wait, what?” you mumble again. “You just said I wasn’t going to get fired?”

With a smile that’s almost a little unsettling, your boss sighs. “Kid, you’re great and I like you, but you never listen. I’m not firing you today. I’m just giving you a project that will either lead to you getting fired or staying. It’s not the same thing.”

“I don’t understand-”

“You don’t need to understand, Y/N”, Mark grins, grabbing a donut from the box. “You just need to do what I ask of you. I’ll have JB email the tickets to you. You can bring a friend because I’m just nice like that.”

When you don’t say anything but just sit there and stare at your boss, mouth slightly agape because you’re for the first time in a good while at a loss for words, he takes a bite out of his donut and waves you towards the door.

“You can go now”, he smiles, donut pieces sticking grossly to his teeth. “The mini fest is this Saturday. Be there.”

And then he’s back to writing emails and what other crap it is he does on his computer, and it’s like you’ve already left the room. Feeling somewhat like you’d just been walked all over, you slowly get up from your seat and walk out of his office. You offer a weak smile to the colleagues you never really meet since you’re not an actual employee, and get in the elevator, hitting the buttons a little too harshly.

It’s when you’re outside the building that your bring out your phone and do something that leaves your cheeks burning hot pink.

━ 5:33pm I know how you felt cuz I wanna punch everyone

Letting your thumb hover over the send button, you stare at your message for a few seconds before gasping at your own stupidity when you realize you’d already sent it.

The words message delivered stare back at you, almost tauntingly, and when you check the contact info, it clearly spells out JK, and you instantly feel like melting through the ground.

Why would you reach out to him now, after three days of complete silence, after he left your messages of admitting you enjoyed talking to him hang in the air awkwardly?

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

If he thought you were being weirdly clingy before, he’s never going to want to speak to you again now.

You’re just shoving your phone down into your coat to walk the whole hour it’ll take you to get to Yoko’s when you receive yet another text. Thinking it is Hoseok once again, asking for the hundredth time if you’ve remembered his precious cap, you whip it out with a scowl.

━ JK 5:35pm I volunteer to be punched if it will make you feel better

Blinking at your screen, you almost press your nose to the home button as you stare at the received text.

He’s back?

You stay there for a long while, typing out several messages - some with too many exclamation marks and some with all caps on throughout - until you finally decide to just leave him hanging the way he left you.

It’s petty, and you wish you could be less so, but you really can’t and that’s that.

So that’s why you spend the next hour ignoring the occasional plinging of your phone, hoping it isn’t JK asking for your attention now that you’d accidentally given him yours as you make your way to Yoko’s.

It isn’t until you’re outside the place that you check your phone again, two unread messages from him lighting up your screen in what’s become a welcomed familiarity.

━ JK 5:59pm So which beatle was the oldest?

━ JK 6:33pm i kinda think ur ignoring m

You wanna tell him that yes, you are ignoring him because he ignored you for three whole days and that’s not cool, but then you remember you’re not in any place to demand. You’re just strangers. A fact you seem to have to remind yourself of more frequently than you should.

With a sigh, lips still grazed by a small smile anyway, you type out a response.

━ 6:34pm Lol poor u Again with the quizzes? It’s Ringo

It takes him barely a second to answer, and it kind of catches you off guard.

━ JK 6:34pm I knew I could count on my genius! I knew u were cool :)

You try - you really do - to not let your heart skip at the use of the word “my”, but as with everything in your life lately, you fail fairly miserably.

━ 6:35pm Still haven’t gotten into joys pants I take it?

You wait for his response for two minutes, and when no notification pops up on your screen, you decide to head inside since it’s freezing outside.

You’re instantly met with the smell of freshly boiled noodles and broths in every flavor you can imagine, and when you turn to walk further inside to find your friends, you instantly get approached by Jinyoung, the owner of the place.

“Hey, Jeongyeon ordered for you and I just finsihed it”, he smiles, nodding towards the bowl on the tray in his hands. “I can still bring it to your table if you’d like.”

“Oh, no, it’s okay”, you grin, happy at the sight of a steaming bowl of noodles prepared for you. It’s no secret you enjoy spending your afternoons at Yoko’s when you have the time and money. “Thank you, Jinyoung. It’s miso noodles, right?”

“What else would it be?”

You give him a huge smile, cheeks tinged pink because the whole staff knows you so embarrassingly well by now.

You’re just about to turn around and head back to your table when a stranger’s elbow knocks into you as they pass you by. While you gasp at the tiny amount of broth spilled on the floor, the guy just shoots you a nasty glare over his shoulder while continuing walking.

“Watch where you’re going, dammit”, he snaps at you darkly before continuing towards the exit, nose glued to the phone as he texts away.

Your gaze follows him for a few seconds, exasperated both at his jerkass attitude but also at the fact that he of course had to look like a damn Abercrombie model. Everyone knows you’re weak for muscle pigs with midnight black hair, and it sucks that it’s always the good looking ones that are the absolute assholes.

With a few exceptions, of course. Namely Jung Hoseok.

“Like you’re one to talk”, you huff with a small scowl as his broad back disappears behind the closing doors, and you turn around to Jinyoung to apologize for spilling on his floor.

He waves you away with a fond, “It’s okay, I’ll take care of it” and before you can say much else he’s already down there wiping up the tiny splotch of broth you left on the floor behind you.

After thanking and apologizing to him once more, you head over to where you see Hoseok waving at you, probably excited to get his cap back, finally. You slow in your tracks for a moment when you spot several heads you don’t recognize next to your friends.

“Hey, guys”, you smile sheepishly when you reach the table, for a second ignoring the unfamiliar faces. “Sorry I’m late. Hobi, here’s your cap”, you say as you pull it off your own head and hand it to an excited Hoseok. “And hi”, you add in while giving a smile to the other guys at the table. “I’m Y/N.”

Your phone plings in your pocket as Hoseok makes space for you to slide in the booth next to him.

“Hey”, the guy with the pink hair says. “I’m Jimin. This is Taehyung, who’s in the band with me, our producer Yoongi and manager Seokjin.”

Everyone mentioned gives a nod in acknowledgement, but continue to devour their food without sparing you another glance. Jimin rolls his eyes at them and you decide you like him the most out of all of them.

“These are the guys I write songs for”, Namjoon says proudly, for the first time in a long while actually smiling at you. You don’t know why it makes you feel funny. “We bumped into them on our way inside so they joined.”

“I hope that’s okay”, Jimin smiles apologetically.

“Yeah, yeah, of course”, you grin. “So, you guys are the famous BTS, huh?”

Namjoon nods proudly, but you interrupt him before he can say anything.

“Wait, aren’t you guys a trio?” you ask, pointing between the guys named Jimin and Taehyung with your chopsticks. “Where’s the third guy?”

“Oh, he got a text from someone and had to leave”, Taehyung mumbles through his noodles. “I’m surprised you didn’t bump into him. He left just a little while ago. Said he needed to talk to someone important or something.”

“You don’t think he’s going to meet up with that tramp again, do you?” Jimin asks, looking between his friends with a flare of panicked jealousy, and you get a feeling he’s into this missing third of their band.

He sort of has that vibe about him.

While the rest of the table dives into a conversation about hookups and whatnot, you turn to your phone to see if your Beatles stranger had replied, and you’re greeted by a few more messages than you imagined.

━ JK 6:37pm No cuz I don’t want to Too much work for nothing lol What’s cooking good looking?

━ JK 6:39pm wait are u busy? I just left my friends so im p bored You have to entertain me with your bad sexual innuendos lolol

━ JK 6:41pm No but srsly are u busy? I don’t wanna bother you

Smiling at his odd goofiness, you bite into your lip and lean back so Hoseok won’t be able to see your screen as clearly.

━ 6:45pm Lol you can chill I’m just having dinner with some friends

━ JK 6:51pm So I’m stealing your attention from your friends huh? nice

━ 6:51pm Don’t flatter yourself amateur

“Hey, what are you so smiley about?” Hoseok asks all of a sudden, peering over your shoulder to see what you’re up to.

“Nothing, really, it’s just-”

“Who’re you texting?”

“It’s just about school!” Pressing your phone to your chest tightly to keep it away from Hoseok’s curious eyes, you lock the screen for extra security measures and glare at him.

“Ew, school”, he mumbles, downing the last of his drink.

“Exactly.” Your eyes catch Jeongyeon blushing over one of the band members, so you quickly mention that to distract him. “What you should be asking is why Jeongyeon’s acting like a little schoolgirl.”

Just as Hoseok dives into your bait and starts embarrassing your best friend by interrogating her over her flushed cheeks in front of everyone, your phone plings again.

━ JK 6:53pm And here i thought you enjoyed talking to me Or were you really just sleepy?

━ 6:53pm Asshole

━ JK 6:53pm Kidding I really enjoy talking to you too :)

Your stomach does another of those soft dips or flips or whatever the hell it is, and you calm the tingling in your hands by fishing up a scallion with a chopstick, smiling triumphantly when you succeed.

━ 6:54pm Good to know

━ JK 6:54pm So the textbook ninjas let you have a night off? Since you’re not fighting ninja wars in the library i mean

Your gaze falls to Jeongyeon as she lets out an annoyed grunt, and you feel a little bad about throwing her under the bus, but at the same time you kind of need this. It gets a little easier to ignore your worries of your job with each pling coming from your phone.

And silly as it may be, you’ve missed texting him.

━ 6:55pm I gave up Too much moving around for my liking so I’m resigning It’s only going to be ninja movies from now on

━ JK 6:55pm I get that But pls tell me it’s the good ones

Thinking for a second, you realize there’s no point in lying. You know little to nothing of ninja movies and it’d be stupid to pretend just to impress.

━ 6:55pm I might’ve lied There’s gonna be more ACTION movies

━ JK 6:55pm Again Pls tell me it’s the good ones

━ 6:56pm Idk does iron man count as a good one? It has to otherwise ur dumb

It takes a moment for him to answer that, but when he finally does, you smile bigger than you have in days.

━ JK 6:57pm It’s like we’re made for eachother

next part

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The Visit (Dick Grayson/fem!Reader)

Well happy birthday @selinaa-kyle! Better late than never. No real warnings apply here folks, just a tiny bit of swearing and the general awareness of erections...enjoy!

You weren’t really worried even though you were staying in Wayne Manor for the first time, since you already had met most of Dicks chosen family but it was still surprising to you how relaxed you were around these people.

You were both resting on one of the couches in Wayne Manors many recreation rooms. After peacefully reading for a while the raven haired man had declared that he was tired and had placed his head into your lap, like a demanding cat wanting your attention. From the constant stream of commentary coming from his mouth, sleep was the last thing on Dicks mind though.

“Ah well I wouldn’t say it’s the best thing about you…” You combed your fingers through his dark hair and lightly began to rake your them over his skull.

“Really? Cause your hands are on it quite often.” He practically purred and you felt the blood slowly rising to your head. You moved a bit trying to find a more comfortable position with your boyfriends heavy head still laying on your lap.

“Can you blame me? Besides it’s not like you’re any different.” Dick flopped onto his back and grinned up at you.

“Confess, you only date me for my perfect butt.” Sometimes you were very tempted to smother the dark haired man until he couldn’t talk anymore. Not that you wanted to kill him. You would just prefer to not have this conversation in the house of his almost dad.

“I’d lie if I’d say it wasn’t one of the deciding factors.”

“What else?” You began to trace the outlines of his face with your fingers.

“Your eyes,” Dick closed his eyes when you rubbed your thumb over one of his cheek bones, lightly touching the slight bags under his eyes when you felt his eyelashes flutter against the tip of your fingers. “The way you smile,” You moved downwards and laughed, startled, when your boyfriend playfully pretended to bite at you. “That ridiculous hair of yours, your kindness…”

“Not my witty jokes?”

“Didn’t you want to sleep?”

“Actually-” WHACK

“Ouch what was that for?” Dick ripped the pillow away from his head and glared across the room where Tim and Damien were settling their current animosity through a serious mario kart battle. Since both were focused 100% on the screen there was no real telling who had thrown the pillow but from the innocent smile on Tims face and Damiens satisfied look it was more than obvious who the culprit was.

“Nothing you just pissed me off.”

“Well- Tim stop throwing magazines at me!”

“Stop flirting it makes me wanna throw up!”

“Seriously Grayson, don’t subject us to your cheesy lines.”

“So how did you two meet anyway?” Light blue eyes turned towards you.

“I heroically saved Y/N from a pickpocket.” Dick said in a proud voice.

“Grayson stalked her.” Came the dry response from the smallest of the boys at the same time.

“What, I did not!”

“Yeah you did you liar!”

“That was love at first sight! Not stalking!”

You sighed, pulled down your shirt that had ridden up and stood up.

“Hey Y/N you wanna jump in for Damien?” Came the cheerful question from Tim before you could stop the pillow fight from forming between your boyfriend and his small nemesis.

“Sure why not.”

“Pfff like that makes any sense” You put your head on Dicks shoulder laughing when he let himself fall backwards onto the bed with you half lying on him.

“Well you’re already slumming with a vigilante right now, a law breaker! A crime buster!” Dick said in an affronted tone but you could feel his chest move with his laughter which in turn moved your head up and down. His gaze was directed outside, always half looking at the city even when you two were together.

“I don’t think Nightwing counts as a vigilante, well not what you think of when you hear the word vigilante anyway.” You began to trace loops and symbols on the ravens chest. Did he wax his chest? No way he was naturally that smooth…Could you ask your boyfriend if he waxed his chest? Probably not right now if you didn’t want to ruin the mood.

“What! I’m a lone wolf, a silent watcher, a dark kni-” You tugged at one of his black locks to interrupt him and he playfully slapped your butt.

“You work for and with the police though.” You said and reached down to move his playful hand upwards again before it could return to groping you. You weren’t quite comfortable to do this in Bruce Waynes house. Not because of the man himself but from the paranoia that one of Dicks adoptive brothers could come in for a late night sparring match any time.

“Doesn’t mean I’m not a dangerous man Y/N!” Suddenly you were rolled onto your back, your boyfriends normally happy blue eyes appearing almost black looking down at you. Both his hands now rested next to your head and you could feel his body folding over you. You looked up at him, suppressing your own smirk when an idea formed in your head. Wrapping your arms around his neck you slightly lifted yourself up so your mouth was right next to his ear.

“Oh I know you are...It’s just that I think that since I’ve been such a bad girl Officer Grayson should maybe take a closer look at my case file..” You half breathed into his ear and smirked when you heard him gasp.

“Uh well I-” Whatever Dick wanted to say next the world would never know since you had hooked your leg over his calf and flipped him so that he now had to look up at you. You had to laugh when he blinked owlishly at you and began to pout.

“That’s cheating.” He said in a purposely whiny voice, crossing his arms in front of his chest. You leaned back and enjoyed the view of the tall man lying under you, who had taken to bite his bottom lip to stop himself from laughing and keeping the petulant frown on his face.

You almost doubled over from your laughter and positioned yourself better, letting both of your legs slide down Dicks sides so that you now were fully sitting on your boyfriend when you noticed, quite pleased, that Dicks body still hadn’t lost focus even through the playful banter. You inhaled sharply and tried to uncross your boyfriends arms so you could get at his hands. After relentless tugging from you and an unnecessary display of bulging biceps muscles from Dick, he finally allowed you to place his hands on your hips, not after you peppered each scar and half healed cut on his hands with kisses.

“Why is it every time I suggest we roleplay that I have to be the cop?”

“Aww baby it just makes more sense for you to be the cop and you know it.”

“I could be the criminal. I could be.”

“Sure you could be the criminal but I don't think I could keep from laughing, besides you already have the uniform.”

“ Well you know-” He was interrupted by stern knocking on the door.

“Grayson! Are you asleep yet? If not Drake could use your help in a sparring match against me since he obviously has no chance.”

“Always kinda strange to be back in Gotham.”

“Hmm it wasn’t too bad was it? I think Damien might have ignored me less than the last time..” You said and took Dicks arm, hoping you will not fall onto your butt this time, while playing with the little box in your pocket with your other hand. You were on your way back to your apartment when it had suddenly started to snow, making the streets a lot more icy than they ought to be.

“Yep, you're practically family already.” Your boyfriend joked and tugged at your arm to move you out of the way of a group of teenagers.

“I’m not sure that Damien shares that sentiment.” You said and looked up at the snowy night sky. You had hoped all through december that it would snow and now almost two months later your wish had been fulfilled. You were crossing over a deserted bridge now, the ice in front of you glittering forebodingly as if to mock you with your impending doom when you heard it. Someone somewhere played 'Unchained Melody’. Turning half towards you in excitement Dick had the audacity to pull you down with him when the impossible happened and he slipped. You had to laugh when you recovered from your fall. Dick had softened the impact with his body, unfortunately managing to press the entire side of his face into the snow which left him with a wet cheek.

“Almost like a cheesy rom-com isn’t it? I mean the music, the fact that it’s the day before valentine's day, the snow and the kiss..”

“What ki-” You were stopped by Dicks surprisingly warm lips on yours. You wondered if the right moment was actually now when you felt a cold sensation on the top of your head and saw watery snow dripping down your hair. With you distracted your boyfriend had used the opportunity to gather up a bit of snow and smush it over your head. While you still laid half on top of him looking vaguely furious Dick had trouble breathing from laughing at your expense.

“Wait Y/N! Why are you so angry?”

“You ruined the mood you jerk!”

“Well it’s not like you wanted to propose or something, right?”

“...”

“Love? Y/N!”

#tjadas stories #dick grayson x reader #female rader for a change #happy bday selina #and thanks grantsskinnylegs for convo help #nightwing x reader #nightwing imagine #dc imagine #richard grayson x reader #batfamily fic #i guess #pg 14 or 16 or something I guess #there is nothing but kissing happening in here though #dc #dick grayson #dc reader insert

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