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honeyquinns · 2 years

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SURPRISE BIRTHDAY

joseph quinn x fem!reader

summary: reader is throwing a surprise birthday party for her boyfriend joseph of 3 years. because she’s being so secretive, joseph finds it sus and becomes upset with her until he gets surprised.

warnings: none! just fluff & a little hint of smut <3

a/n: i haven’t written books or fics since around 2016 so please bare with me :’) but i hope you all like it.

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“balloons? check. food? check. alcohol? cheeeck. guests? check. cake?…. shit” you say to yourself as you’re going through the list of things for Joseph’s 29th birthday. you’ve been together for 3 years and have always done something super special and fun for each other’s special days. this was your first time planning a surprise birthday party and you usually aren’t so great at keeping secrets but this is so special, you wanted it to be perfect and it was already… aside from not having the cake. you woke him up with breakfast in bed and gave him one simple tiny present, a new rolex. something that would go great with his outfit tonight. just the thought of his beautiful face and bubbly personality reacting to the surprise you’ve been planning for months, made you excited and smile to yourself. “love, who are you talking to?” you jump as you hear Joseph pulling you out of your thoughts. “huh?.. nobody. just uh, thinking out loud.” you say. “..are you alright?” he says concerned. “lately you’ve been so distracted and talking to yourself more than usual and i’m a bit worried. you know you can talk to me right?” he walks over to you, wrapping his arms around your body and setting his head on top of yours. you got slightly offended that he called you out on your habit of talking to yourself but you couldn’t help but thinking less of that snuggled into him more, melting his arms feeling comforted that he’d be so worried and also just love to be in his arms. “i’m fine. don’t worry about anything it’s just been… a lot of things i’ve had to get done. but it’s your birthday and today is about you so i will finish all i have to do and tonight i will be dedicated to you only.” you turned around so your arms are now wrapped around his waist, rubbing your thumb slightly on his back and him staring down at you, still holding you in his arms. you see he seems slightly annoyed but instead he slightly rubs his nose against yours “dedicated to me? i love the sound of that,” he says as you leaves a light but sweet kiss on your cheek. “you know, i know exactly how we can start off the night of dedication.” you laugh pushing him back and grabbing your jacket and purse, remembering you have to get the cake before everyone shows up. “you are sooo freaky you know that?,” you both laugh. “you still have to go meet Jamie at exactly- *you look down at your watch* 5 minutes ago. yeah you should go” he eyes widened knowing he was going to be late and would have to deal with Jamie’s sassiness that was exactly pretty funny a lot of the times. “shit!-“ he yelled and quickly grabbed his wallet and phone and ran over back to you and pecked you on the lips. “i’ll see you tonight. i love you & can’t wait for a full night of dedication and spending it in your arms” he says smirking and leaving a kiss on your neck, heading toward the door. “i love you. see you tonight and don’t forget your new shirt for tonight either!” you yell as he quickly ran out, waving his hand and shutting the door already knowing he’ll be at least 30 minutes late to hang with Jamie. you had no idea how you’d get Joseph out of the house for a few hours until Jamie told you he’d be home for a few weeks before going back to Canada to film a new movie and knew he would be the perfect person for the job. Joseph and Jamie became close friends long before you and joe had met. when you had auditioned for a minor role in a movie, you met Jamie and he ended up introducing you to Joseph, saying you’d be perfect for one another and the rest was history.

You head for the door, hoping to find a really good cake on such short notice. you head to a bakery called ‘Bros Bakery’, you and Joe’s favorite place to go and have little date mornings. you walk in and are greeted by Sal, one of the owners, “hey y/n! how’s it going? i haven’t seen you here in a while” he says. which is true, with all the interviews you’ve been doing to promote your new film and Joseph traveling back and forth to the UK for work and seeing his family, you haven’t had the time to really see Sal and his brother Andy, the co-owner. “hey Sal! i know it’s been so super crazy with work and Joe just in and out of the UK. we’ve really missed you guys honestly.” he smiled warmly. “we’ve missed you guys too. now what can i do for you? Teresa just baked some fresh pumpkin bread.” you contemplated but you knew you still had 2 1/2 more hours until Jamie came back to house with Joe to surprise him. “you know what? i might take you up on that but you know it’s joseph’s birthdaaay and of course..” he stops you mid sentence, “you forgot the cake? no worries. we already had the cake made.” you both laugh “i knew i could count on you guys. i have to move quick and set up everything before everyone comes tonight” you say tiredly. “it’s no problem. you’ve been planning this for months so Teresa whipped up a nice vanilla cake with butter cream for you” he says enthusiastically. “ugh thank you so much Sal i really appreciate it. are you guys still able to come tonight?” you ask. “oh yeah definitely! me and Andy will be there but Teresa can’t, she has her kids tonight. but hey, how about we bring over the pumpkin bread. it’ll be on the house for the sake of the party. i know how much you kids like it!” Sal says. they’ve always been so genuine treating you and Joe like one of their own. “hell yeah of course. cant say no to that. i’ll see you guys tonight.” he wraps up the cake for you in a box, adding a little bow on top for a little razzle dazzle and you rush quickly home to set up for the party.

it’s now 7:30pm and everyone is here. Joe K, Maya, Charlie and Natalia, of course Jamie’s girlfriend Jess, Gaten, Caleb, and a lot of you and his closest friends. Jamie and Joseph would be here 8pm so everyone just sat and talked, eating some of the food your best friend b/f/n made and brought over. you were grateful that everyone cared so much and would help you at anytime. you walk over to your best friend sitting next to them on the couch and sighed tiredly. “what’s wrong y/n?” she says turning to you, raising an eyebrow. “just tired is all. i’ve planned and worked consistently for this night and i’m just hoping Joe loves it. lately we’ve just had small fights because he feels like i’m hiding something and i didn’t want to tell him about the surprise so i said it’s just work. i feel like he doesn’t really believe it. you said calmly but annoyed.” you and Joseph never liked to have fights especially with something a little as a distraction. when you both discussed the situation a couple weeks ago, it didn’t go too well. he had been ignoring you most of the day and when you finally confronted him, he asked if you were cheating. you were flabbergasted that he could even think you would do that but understood at the same time since you were consistently on your phone making plans with b/f/n. you told him that you would never cheat on him and that should never be a thought in his mind. you said it’s just been work, filming all hours of the night and it’s been taking a mental toll on you. you didn’t actually lie per say, it was true but you just wanted this birthday to be so fun, you just decided to make him worry… probably wasn’t the best thing to do but hey! anything for a good party. “he’s gonna love it. he’s gonna forget all about the tiny little arguments you’ve had once you buss it down on him when we leave.” b/f/n says and you scream laughing with her. “omfg you’re wild.” you say even though she’s not technically wrong. you look at the time and see that it’s 8pm and notice a text from Jamie saying they’re coming up the elevator now. you and b/f/n head to the kitchen/sitting area of your home and get ready to surprise him. “okay guys!!- you yell, grabbing everyone’s attention. “Jamie said they’re coming up now so everyone hide! i’m turning out the lights.” everyone heads to a different part of the kitchen, a few hide behind the love seats and weirdly enough but not surprising, Gaten and Caleb hide in the closet. you all hear the keys jiggle and the door sqeaks open. “y/n!” Joseph says. “hm i wonder where she is, we have go to dinner soon.” Jamie walks past him toward the kitchen, searching for the light. “text her and find out.” he says going along with the plan and as Joseph is walking into the kitchen, Jamie cuts on the light and you all jump out and yell “SURPRISEEEEE!!”. the reaction Joseph has is unbelievable. he’s so dramatic so he screams as loud as possible, in the funniest way and has the biggest smile on his face, eyes popping out of his head like a little kid. “NO WAAAY!” he yells. he starts hugging and greeting all of your friends and runs over to you, hugs you and slightly lifts you up kissing your lips. “is this what you’ve been working on for the past 3 months y/n?” he says, eyes still wide with the biggest smile. “yes-“ you say matching his energy, “i could barely keep the secret even through all the little tantrums and arguments but i’m so glad you love it” you say giving him 2 pecks on the lips. he grabs ahold of your face giving you a longer, deeper kiss that just feels like love. “of course i love it. although i do feel a tad bit bad that i was so upset with you and accusing you of things when in reality you were planning the most amazing thing ever for me and i love you so much and i’m sorry.” he hugs you tightly, both of you rocking side to side “don’t apologize my love. you weren’t wrong to feel the way you did but forget about all that. this is your party and everyone’s here so let’s just enjoy it.” you kiss him again and you both go to enjoy the party.

after 3 fun hours of alcohol, loud music, presents, and singing happy birthday everyone heads home and you start cleaning up everything as Joseph walks out of the bathroom. “oh you’re still up, drunky?” you ask him. you’re both pretty drunk but alert enough to clean and carry a conversation. “i feel like i’m missing a birthday present” he walks over to you slowly and takes a few paper plates from you and throwing them in the trash. “what do you mean?” you start looking around, thinking you genuinely forgot a present but apparently not alert enough to realize what he means. “i mean the dedication- he wraps his arms around your waist and starts kissing down your neck. “i still have 2 more hours of my birthday and i think this is the perfect way to end it” you grin a bit and lift up his head from your neck and start kissing him. “ohhh-“ you hold his face looking lustfully, in his eyes as he is to you “well i guess i have to keep my promises” you both smirk and start kissing again, making out at this point and walking toward your bedroom. he pushes you down on the bed and you both start taking each other’s clothes off. a bunch of ‘i love yous’ and plenty of names being called, you and Joseph ended his birthday in the most electrifying way possible.

side note: i hope you guys like it<3 just a little something while i’m still working on Club Hellfire but i will be posting little blurbs in the process just for funzies <3

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vodika-vibes · 6 months

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so much Love for the skirata boys! Amazing 😻 to add to that would you be comfortable writing for Ordo Skirata? Something sweet with a first kiss maybe? Thank you 😊

I Want To Kiss You

Summary: You've been dating Ordo for several weeks now, but you still haven't kissed him, and you're starting to develop some concerns.

Pairing: Ordo Skirata x Reader

Word Count: 1262

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: My first Ordo fic! I sure am glad that Wookieepedia has as "Personality" section on their pages, and even more lucky Ordo has a lot more than Gregor! I hope this is what you wanted!

Divider by Saradika

“Are you sure you want this here?” Ordo asks as he slides your new shelf into place. A shelf that he built with his own two hands. “Everything is going to be directly exposed to the sun, cyare.”

“I know, I’m planning on putting my plants on it.” You reply as you rest your chin on your folded arms and watch him work.

“That’ll be fine then,” He murmurs, and then he glances at you, “You’re staring, cyare.”

You grin at him unrepentantly, “You’re very starable, Ordo. Super attractive. 10 of 10 stars.”

He flashes a small grin and flings a small pillow at your face, which you catch before it hits you, “You’re just saying that.”

“No, no. I mean it.”

Ordo shakes his head, and then turns his attention back to the bookshelf to make sure it’s secure against the wall. You remain where you are, watching the muscles in his arms flex, and wishing you had come up with a clever reason for him to take the shirt off so you could watch his back muscles flex too.

Curse you and your brain and your inability to think when in Ordo’s presence.

You and Ordo have been dating for three weeks. And so far as you’re concerned, it’s been perfect. You get to hold his hand and take him to all of your favorite places, and show him all of your favorite movies, and show him your life.

He’s a little more reserved than you are, but that’s okay! You’re outgoing enough for the both of you. And he’s never once complained about all of the places you’ve dragged him in the three weeks you’ve been together.

Your one complaint, and only complaint, is that you haven’t kissed him yet. You have yet to work up the nerve to ask him if it was alright, and he’s never shown any inclination. In fact, aside from the hand-holding, which you instigate, and hugging, which you also instigate, he hasn’t shown any inclination to touch you at all.

This is a concern that you’ve been quietly nursing for the last week, when you realized that you always reached for his hand, and he never reached for yours.

You shift on the couch so you’re resting on your knees, a thoughtful frown crossing your lips.

“You want me to move it, don’t you?” Ordo asks, amusement clear in his voice.

“Hm? What?” You blink at him.

“The shelf. You’re frowning pretty hard at it.” Ordo clarifies.

“Oh! No, that’s where I want it. So my babies get all the sunlight they need.” You explain with an easy smile, “I was just thinking about something.”

“Well, whatever it is upsets you, what’s wrong?”

“No, it isn’t…” You hesitate, “It’s not important.” You finally say with a warm smile.

“It is to you, so it is to me.” Ordo replies, “Come on, cyare. Talk it through with me.”

“Um…” You hesitate for a moment, “Okay. I suppose I can do that.”

He flashes a small smile towards you, and then focuses his attention back on securing the shelf to the wall, “Go ahead, cyare. I’m listening.”

“I’m just wondering,” You say slowly, “If it maybe bothers you that I’m always touching you.”

He pauses and shoots you a surprised look, “Why would it bother me?”

“I dunno,” You shrug, but you won’t meet his gaze, “You just…never really seem all that interested in touching me.” You say slowly, before adding, quickly, “Not that that’s a problem, if you don’t. You don’t have to touch me if you don’t want to. I’m just…I don’t want you to be uncomfortable, that’s all.” You finish lamely.

There’s silence for a moment, and then you hear the sound of the tools getting set down. You glance up, and start when you feel his calloused fingers against your cheek, “Oh, my cyare.” His voice is soft, “I’m sorry if I made you feel like I’m not interested.”

“Some people don’t like being touched. That’s fine. But if I’m touching you and you don’t want it-”

His fingers trail from your cheek to lightly tap your chin, lifting your gaze to meet his, “I don’t touch you, cyare, because I’m worried that if I start then I won't stop. Or that I’ll hurt you.”

You blink at him, “I don’t understand.”

His fingers lightly trail over your lips, and then across your cheek and up your nose. They ghost over across your eyes, and behind your ear, and then down the column of your neck to rest at the base of your throat, “You’re so soft.” He murmurs, “So soft and so warm, and there’s nothing about me that’s soft. The last thing I want is to hurt you.”

“You won’t.”

“I’m all sharp edges and broken pieces, my pretty girl.” Ordo replies, his voice so gentle with you. “I might hurt you without meaning to.”

“I don’t believe that.” You say as you reach out to press your hands against his cheeks.

“Hate comes as easily to me as breathing, cyare.” He warns.

“I don’t see it.”

Ordo stares at you hard, “Of course you don’t, how could I ever hate someone who looks at me like you do?”

“How do I look at you?” You ask.

“Like I’m the center of the whole galaxy. Like I’m the only other person who exists in your world.” Ordo murmurs, “Like you need me more than air or water or food.”

You laugh, a bubbly noise that makes him smile, “Well, you’re not wrong.” You say with a grin.

“With which bit?”

“All of it.”

“You have horrible taste in men-” Ordo starts.

“I want to kiss you,” You interrupt, and then you press your hand over your mouth, your face burning with embarrassment, “Um…I mean…I didn’t mean to say that outloud.”

But Ordo seems to be frozen, his jaw slightly slack.

“...Ordo?” You ask as your hand falls away from your lips.

His hand slides from your throat to the back of your neck, and he pulls you in as he crashes his lips against yours. You make a surprised noise, and then lean into the kiss.

Ordo breaks the kiss after only a moment, and he releases a shaky breath as he lightly presses his forehead against yours, “Should have done that weeks ago.” He mumbles.

“Yeah,” You agree, your voice dreamy.

“Does this help ease your concerns?” Ordo asks.

“Yeah.” You repeat, your voice still having a dreamlike quality to it.

He laughs softly, “My sweet cyare,” he presses his fingers against your lips, “If you had any idea about the thoughts that are constantly running through my mind, you’d kick me out and never talk to me again.”

You blink at him, and your tongue flicks against the pads of his fingers, “You should tell me these thoughts.”

“...later.” He says, sounding very, very distracted. “I should get back to securing the shelf,” Ordo adds, though his gaze remains locked on your lips.

You carefully, experimentally, flick your tongue across the pads of his fingers again, and Ordo’s breathing becomes very, very even.

“Cyare,” His voice is low, “I’m trying to stay respectful.”

You shoot him the most innocent and angelic expression you can muster, and then flick your tongue across his fingers again.

A curse falls from him, and then his lips are against yours again. This time the kiss is much more heated, and you feel a thrill of delight that you managed to push your handsome man into losing a little bit of control.

#star wars #tcw #ordo skirata x reader #ordo x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #answered asks

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lostinwoso · 1 year

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Christmas Surprise (Mapi León x Reader)

A late Christmas fic, made from this request.

It’s the first training session in December, so the main topic in the locker room today is what everyone has planned for Christmas. Since you and Mapi haven’t talked about that topic yet, you try to dodge those questions as good as you can, knowing that it’s something you should probably talk about with your girlfriend in private first.

You and Mapi started dating thanks to a kiss at the last New Year's Eve party that the team held together, which is why the topic of celebrating Christmas hasn’t come up before.

Your girlfriend noticed your silence during the conversation in the locker room, so as soon as training was done and you two are now on the way back to her apartment, she decides to bring the topic up, “So, what is the plan for Christmas? Are we going to celebrate together?”.

“I was planning on going home for Christmas? I never missed a Christmas at home, it’s like a tradition for me to go home for it.”, you admit, hoping that Mapi won’t be upset or mad at you for not mentioning it earlier.

“That’s alright.”.

“It is?”.

“Of course, why wouldn’t it be?”.

“I don’t know, I thought you might be upset about me telling you so late.”, you admit.

Mapi places her hand on your thigh, “Mi corazón, it’s literally the beginning of December, so you are totally not late. And I understand that you want to celebrate it at home, of course Christmas is not going to be as much fun without you, but it’s fine. We can have our own little celebration when you are back.”, she reassures you.

“Thank you for being so understanding, te amo.”.

“Yo también te amo.”.

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The next few weeks leading up to Christmas you two went through a couple of different stores, trying to find the perfect gifts for each of your respective family members to give.

After getting the last gift for one of Mapi’s cousins, you two decided to end the shopping trip with a stop at your both favorite café.

“I’m so happy we finally got gifts for everyone, this was more exhausting than I expected it to be.”, your girlfriend huffs out before taking a sip from the coffee she ordered.

“I agree.”, you reply, just as happy that the whole Christmas shopping stress is finally over.

“I was thinking we could wrap the presents together, the day before you leave, we could order some food after and watch some movies.”, Mapi suggests.

“That sounds great.”, you say, making Mapi smile.

You both finished your warm drinks, already on the way to the defender's car, when a thought comes up in your mind, “Wait, do we have enough wrapping paper for all the gifts?”.

Mapi comes to a stop at your question, thinking about it for a moment before she lets out a groan and takes your hand to walk back to one of the many busy stores in the city to get the wrapping paper you two would need.

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Just as planned, you two are now sitting in the middle of Mapi’s living room, on the floor, to wrap all the presents you bought over the December weeks.

“Why does yours look so much better than mine?”, your girlfriend whines, glancing between your neatly wrapped gift before her eyes settle back to the messy attempt in front of her.

You can’t stop the chuckle that leaves you, when you see how she tried to wrap the gift, making her pout, “You are using the wrong technique.”.

“Show me?”.

After showing her the easiest way to wrap a present up, the first few still looked a bit crooked but still way better than before, before she really got the hang of it. Wrapping the presents up was faster done than you two expected with the amount you two bought for your families, but the light music in the background and the little break where Mapi’s cats decided to join in the fun and started to play with the gift ribbon, made the time fly by.

You two were placing the presents into bags, when the doorbell rings, meaning that the food you ordered arrived, “I’ll go.”, you say, grabbing your wallet on the way to the door to tip the delivery person. While you were getting the food, Mapi continued to pack both your gifts in the respective bags.

So with that out of the way, you both took the food and got comfortable on the couch, ready to end the evening with some nice movies.

During the second movie, you notice your girlfriend checking her phone with a huge smile on her face, “What got you smiling like that?”.

“That’s a surprise.”, the defender answers, turning her phone off with a cheeky smile before pulling you into her embrace.

“A good surprise?”.

“I would say so, yea.”.

You tried to pry some info out of your girlfriend about the ‘surprise’ she seems to have planned, but no matter what you tried to get her to open up, nothing seemed to work. So after a few failed attempts, you decided to give up and just enjoy the night before you would split for the next few days.

The next morning, Mapi and you said your goodbyes, with your girlfriend acting a little more dramatic than it really is, before you made your way home for Christmas.

What you don’t know is that as soon as you left, Mapi started to get ready for the surprise she had planned. The defender grabbed the bag of gifts and made her own way to her family, but unlike you, she would already celebrate the holiday as soon as she arrived.

She managed to convince her family to hold an early Christmas celebration, so she could visit you at your home, wanting to spend the day together with the person she loves.

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The morning of Christmas, you and your family had a big breakfast together before it was time to move onto the presents. As you started to place the gifts you brought under the tree, you noticed that one was missing. Confused, you counted every single one you had already taken out, but no matter how often you counted, one was still missing.

After checking if it might have ended up falling out and is somewhere in your old childhood room, only to end with nothing again, you started to get upset. It was the present for your mother, one you knew she wanted for a long time.

“What’s wrong?”, your mother asks you, when she notices how defeated you look after coming back down the stairs.

“I forgot your present at Mapi’s place.”, you admit, letting yourself fall into the empty space on the couch next to her.

“But that’s alright, you can just give it to me next time.”, she tries to reassure you.

“But that’s not the same.”.

Before your mother can speak up again, the rest of your family comes into the living room, ready to open up the gifts, when suddenly the doorbell rings. Confused, you look around the room to see if anyone is missing, but no one is. What you don’t notice is that you seem to be the only one confused by the interruption.

“Can you go?”, your mother asks you.

“Do I have to? I’m really not in the mood.”, you state, but the look she sends you leaves no room for discussion, so you stand up to make your way to the door and open it.

“Hello?”, you greet while opening, but when you see your girlfriend standing there you are at a loss for words, definitely not having her expected to be here.

Your girlfriend starts to smile at your reaction before holding up her hand, “I think you forgot something.”.

Looking at her hand, you see her holding the present for your mother, “I- what?”, you stammer out confused while taking the gift out of her hand.

You glance between her and the gift a few times before you really realize that she is truly there, standing in front of you, but as soon as the realization comes, you pull her into a tight hug, “What are you doing here?”.

“That’s your surprise, plus you forgot the present.”, she replies, holding you just as tight.

“Best surprise ever, and thank you.”.

After holding onto each other for a moment longer, you two go back inside to join your family, who were waiting for you to come back to open the presents. The upset expression you held before is now completely replaced by happiness, thanks to your girlfriend's surprise.

#woso x reader #woso imagines #woso imagine #mapi leon imagines #mapi leon x reader #mapi leon imagine #espwnt x reader

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delcakoo · 2 years

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the keys to my heart ₊˚♪⊹ y.jw

requested for my 1k event!

SUMMARY ! with a big recital coming up, you’re beginning to doubt your abilities and passion for the instrument you love. luckily, your favorite dimpled boy is almost home and ready to help in all the ways he knows how to.

PAIRING ! jungwon x pianist!fem!reader

WC ! 1.5k

GENRE ! est. relationship, fluff n’ comfort

WARNINGS ! none. just playing the piano in jungwon’s lap while he sings polaroid love in your ear (i’m crying)

a/n: thank you again for the req dear, this def isn’t my best work but i hope it’s alright T-T for all my instrument players out there, you have such a beautiful gift <3 stay strong!

tick. tick. tick. the never ending metronome placed atop your piano was beginning to get on your very last nerve. although, you were sure any other person would go just as insane after hearing the repetitive clicking for a wonderful four hours straight.

now, it wasn’t your will that drove you to sit in front of the instrument for this long— definitely not. it was all due to the big recital being held next week, in which you’d be performing in front of hundreds of other music majors and professionals who would be giving you a score all based on how you played one, singular song.

just the thought of playing in front of so many people while also being scored made your fingers tremble, but it wasn’t like you had a choice in this. it was your decision to become a music major, and while it was usually a decent experience, there were countless struggles and downsides not just physically, but mentally as well.

through the reflection of your piano, you can barely make out your dishevelled appearance. you reach up from the piano stool to put the metronome’s voice to an end with a frustrated sigh, running your fingers through your hair in a desperate attempt to look even half sane.

maybe i’ve taken the wrong path. why did i think being a music major would get me anywhere when my heart starts racing at even the thought of performing in front of others? it’s been four hours, yet i still haven’t perfected this song from start to finish.

“geez, i’m pathetic.” you grit your teeth, resting your elbows down on the piano keys and ignoring the mocking sound of the instrument being strung together from the contact.

for a while, you just stay like that, continuing to think negatively before you could make any effort to stop yourself. a few tears try to fall along the way, but you stubbornly wipe them off before they get the chance to escape.

you don’t know how long it’s been, but eventually the sound of a key carefully jingling at the front door makes you lift your head. a familiar boy with raven hair tiptoes through the doorway, silently kicking off his shoes and unzipping his black woolly coat. you recognise the dimple pressed into his cheek anywhere, a small smile creeping up your face just from watching your boyfriend unwind after a long night of dance practise.

it was so calming, so peaceful to see jungwon from this point of view. despite just finishing up hours of exhausting choreography, he looked ethereal with a few curly bangs stuck to his forehead, a hint of under eye bags only making his boba eyes look larger.

right as jungwon finishes hanging up his jacket by the door, your elbow subconsciously slides over to the next untouched key of the piano, making an alarmingly loud note spring from the instrument. you flinch in surprise, similar to your boyfriend who had practically jumped in the air like a cat at the sound.

his bangs fly from his face due to how fast he looks to your direction, reaching a hand up to his chest in relief once he sees your figure at the piano. “wah, that was like a horror movie,” jungwon breathes, giggling faintly, “jagiya, what are you doing there? it’s past midnight.”

your smile fades slightly at the reminder of what you’ve been doing for the past four hours, refusing to meet the boy’s eyes as he trudged over to you.

even with his smiley exterior, it’s easy to tell how tired jungwon is; his body screams for a break in the way his posture sludges, and how his feet drag against the floor wearily. nonetheless, he shows his best self for you, cheerfully nudging you over to make room for himself on the stool.

you speak up nervously, avoiding the question just as your boyfriend pulls you up and into his lap. “won, we should go sleep. you need to rest.”

“oh, do i now?” jungwon fires back, resting his chin on your shoulder to inspect the sheet of music on the instrument’s shelf. “but you don’t, miss piano player at nearly one in the morning?”

you lick your lips, leaning your head to rest on top of his. jungwon had so much on his plate at every point of the day. being the leader of his group was fatiguing to say the least, and placing your stress onto him made you feel sick with guilt every time.

yet, not one day went by where he didn’t reassure you that he didn’t mind — that if anything, he wanted to know everything you were worried about, no matter how deep or upsetting it may be.

silently, the boy inspects your face and body language, rubbing the sides of your waist with utter care and gentleness. “hey,” he murmurs. you hum in response, busy staring off at the ceiling with a slight pout. “y/n, talk to me. why are you not in bed?”

you gulp, adjusting your position in his lap. eventually, you knew he’d find a way to persuade you into telling him, you might as well be honest. “i was practising for my recital.”

jungwon pauses his rubbing on your sides, brows furrowing. “isn’t that next week?” you simply nod, making his face drop further. “then you have lots of time, jagi. and if you don’t get enough sleep, you’re never going to be able to learn it properly.”

at that, you chew your lip anxiously. “i know, i know- it’s just..” you look at the boy for a split second, watching him nod in gesture for you to continue. “i’m.. i’m so scared. you know how i get playing in front of others— i freak out, and this time it’s a big performance y’know? i-i just wanna do good.”

jungwon quickly scoops up your hand in his own, rubbing your knuckles with a kiss to your cheek. “you do know that i’m gonna be there cheering you on right? i already got front row tickets. oh and — i tried to stop them, but they wouldn’t give it up so — the rest of the members are coming too.” you smile brightly at the thought of your boyfriend and his bandmates all coming to watch you, giggling quietly.

when jungwon notices your laughter, he grins proudly before continuing. “there’s no need to be scared jagi, i know you’re going to do amazing with how hard you’re always working. just try to imagine how you practise in front of me here at home. focus only on the keys in front of you, pretend it’s just us two in that recital room.”

at his comforting advice, you nod. you may not be the best at showing your appreciation, but hopefully jungwon gets the message from the way you gently turn over to push your lips to his.

he hums in approval, pleasantly hugging you closer and pushing his cheek further into the nook your palm. the angle is a bit uncomfortable, but neither of you seem to mind at all, enjoying the calming sounds of each others exhales.

“thank you, love,” you whisper once he pulls away, pressing your finger into the dip of his dimple with a smile. his eyes turn into happy crescents at your words, leaning in for another peck.

before he can say another word, jungwon quirks a brow as you abruptly flip around so your back is to his chest, suddenly placing your fingers onto the piano keys. “babe,” he gulps, “i love hearing you play, i really do, but it’s-“

“shush, i forgot to show you something. i learned another song while taking a break from practise,” you inform, a grin forming as you begin playing the first few chords.

your boyfriend catches on to the song immediately, gasping as you continue moving your fingers up and down the instrument with passion. “you learned our song!?” he exclaims excitedly, the thought of going to bed completely forgotten. you glance back to meet his love struck gaze, laughing at his dumbfounded expression.

“yup, the chords weren’t very hard.” the both of you seem to have forgotten what time it is, much too busy having a mini concert for yourselves.

jungwon quickly began singing along while you played, his angelic voice blessing your ears from behind. “it’s like a polaroid love, 사랑 촌스런 그 감정, 근데 내 가슴이 뛰어 왜 나 이래 나~”

by the end of the night, you found yourself beaming in jungwon’s arms. his eyes sparkled beautifully while he sang right by your ear, squeezing your waist tighter as you conducted your instrument.

suddenly, the thought of your upcoming recital didn’t seem bad anymore, for as long as you had jungwon cheering you on, you were sure you could sit at the piano for the rest of your life.

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theoreticslut · 2 years

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「 bruised dummy 」

george weasley x reader

summary: you can tell that something’s wrong with george, yet he stubbornly won’t tell you what it is that’s bothering him.

requested: yes - as part of my inspo party

word count: 1.8k

warnings: friends to lovers, angst, fluff ending, mentions of wincing, arguing, mentions of physical fighting (punching, etc)

a/n: i must have been in an angsty mindset the day i wrote this, okay? i meant for this to be super fluffy & cute, but then this happened. i still tried to make it fluffy for all of you, but pls be aware there is some heavy angst beforehand. as always, feedback is greatly appreciated!

You can’t help but frown as you watch your best friend. Ever since you met up with him this evening he’s seemed off which worries you. He had detention, that you know, but he didn’t say what for. Regardless he seems more tired - more worn out - than he usually is.

“George…is everything okay?” You ask as he finally takes a seat beside you, resting an arm on the back of the couch.

“You seem off tonight.”

“Mhm, yeah. I’m fine, love. I promise.” He states, seemingly trying to convince you of the fact.

You don’t like that he’s hiding something, but you don’t want to push him either. You are only friends. Not to mention the fact that you’ve pushed too far before, creating an argument in which he made it very clear that you’re not his girlfriend and that you should “stop acting like you are.”

“Alright. If you say so.” You sigh, knowing deep in your gut that everything is not fine with him.

~.~

A few minutes of silence pass after your question before George suggests watching a movie. Figuring that it’s probably the safest option, you agree, which is why you’re currently sitting on the common room couch watching ‘Ferris Bueller’s Day Off.’

You’re about halfway through the movie - if not further - and George has yet to say a single thing. You haven’t missed the way he winces and gasps every now and then when he tries to readjust his position, though.

On a particularly loud grunt, you turn to him and pause the movie.

“George, what is wrong? Don’t act like you haven’t been wincing in pain every time you move. Are you hurt?”

“I’m fine, y/n. Let’s just watch the movie, yeah?”

“No. Not until I know you’re okay. You say you’re fine, but I’m not believing it in the slightest.” You state, not letting him brush this aside any more than he already has.

“I know I’m not your girlfriend, and you don’t like when I push you like this, but if you’re hurt I want to know. Please, George.”

“I’m just a little sore, that’s all.” He states, but you get the feeling that he’s still lying.

“Why?”

“Why? Why what?” He questions you back, surprised by your question.

“Why are you sore? What have you done?”

“I haven’t done anything. I just slept wrong, I think.”

At his reply all you can do is hum, not believing him at all. Especially not when he winces at simply trying to turn his torso to lay down.

“I swear, y/n. I’m fine. Can we just watch the movie?” George questions, finally getting comfortable, but not without plenty of screwed up faces and wincing.

“You can.” You state, tossing the remote at him as you go to get up.

“I’m going to head up to my dorm.”

“What? Why?” He asks, taken back by your sudden want to leave.

“Y/n! What’s wrong? Why don’t you want to finish the movie?”

“Honestly, George, I don’t feel like hanging out with someone who can’t be honest with me. Especially when said person claims I’m their best friend.” You state, standing at the edge of the couch, exasperated.

“Y/n…I am being honest. I’m fine. Don’t be like this. Please.”

“Don’t be like what, George? A caring person with enough dignity to not let someone continue to lie to their face?”

“Or maybe like a nagging girlfriend - which you’ve so freely called me before? Trust me when I say I know I’m not your girlfriend, george.” You state, not being able to stop yourself from muttering the next few words out of your mouth.

“Merlin knows you’ve made that much clear.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He asks, almost seeming hurt by your words.

“Exactly what it implies. Ever since I’ve met you, you’ve kept me at arm’s length. You can’t be honest with me about anything serious. It’s as if you don’t trust me, or can’t accept the fact that I truly care for you - have since we met.” You state, finally fed up with his obliviousness, or sheer lack of care for you - whichever it is.

“How can we be friends when you act like our entire friendship is a joke?”

At your question, George goes speechless, opening and closing his mouth a few times as you can practically see the gears in his mind trying to work.

“Y/n…love, th-that’s not…I-I don’t think our friendship is a joke. I-I know you care for me, a-and I do trust you. I trust you more than anything…more than anyone else.” He stutters, fighting against whatever pain he’s feeling to sit up.

“You don’t act like it.”

“Something is obviously wrong with you tonight, and yet you keep trying to brush it aside whenever I ask - and I’m asking because I care, because I don’t like seeing you in pain.” You state, crossing your arms in frustration and because you need something to center yourself with your emotions flying every which way.

“I’m sorry. Merlin, I’m sorry, y/n. Please…come here.” George nearly begs, voice softer than it had been all night.

Although you’re frustrated with him, you can’t help but give in and make your way over to him again. Once you’re within reaching distance, he grabs you around your waist, pulling you down into his lap.

At the motion, you can see him wince yet again, but you finally give up on asking him what’s causing it.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry for brushing your concern away. I’m sorry for not being honest with you. I’m sorry for making it seem like I don’t trust you, for making you feel like our relationship is a joke, and for being such a terrible friend. Godric, I’m sorry.”

As he apologizes, George can’t help but tuck a piece of hair behind your ear as a means to squash his rising anxiety. He can’t help but run a thumb over your cheek as he tries to build the confidence to admit to you everything he’s been feeling.

“I need more than just an apology, george. It’s been like this for years, and frankly, I’m over it.” You state, rather matter of factly.

“I know. I know, and I’m trying. I swear. I don’t want you to leave me.” He admits, tightening his grip around your waist.

“I know I’ve been treating you unfairly, and I’m so sorry. I…I’ve been really dumb, all because…”

“Because what, george?”

“B-because I really like you.” He sighs, his grip on you tightening ever so gently as he drops his head.

“You…like me?”

“I do. I like you so much, and I don’t want you to think badly of me. I don’t want you to think I’m weak or anything. I-I want you to like me too.” George rambles and you can’t help but shake your head at him with a smile.

“What? Why are you smiling? Why’re you shaking your head?” He questions, a pout on his lips that you can’t help but find adorable.

“You really are dumb, george.” You chuckle.

“Wh-why?”

“I like you too, dummy. Why do you think I’m always trying to see if you’re okay? Why do you think I sometimes act like a ‘nagging girlfriend?”

“Merlin, I’m sorry for ever calling you that, y/n. I know you were just trying to make sure I was okay. I never should have shouted at you like that.” He sighs, dropping his head in shame as he continues to hold you.

“Hey, it’s okay. Sure, it hurt me to be called that, but I shouldn’t have pushed you.” You try to comfort him, running a hand over his forehead to push some of his hair back.

“No. No, you were fine. I was trying to be manly and instead of just telling you what was wrong I yelled at you when you didn’t deserve it.”

“I regretted the words as soon as they were out of my mouth. Especially seeing that look on your face. I hurt you and I’m sorry.”

“Are you going to tell me what’s wrong now?” You question, meeting his eyes as he looks up at you.

“I-I got in a fight with some slytherin kid today.” He sighs.

“I didn’t start it, but we got caught and that’s why I had detention this afternoon.”

“So you’re wincing in pain because…?”

At your question, George lets out a sigh before unwrapping his arms from you, reaching for the hem of his shirt. You watch as he pulls it over his head, drawing a gasp from your lips as you find all the bruises scattered across his torso.

“What did they do to you?! How did you get so many bruises?” You question in pure shock and concern.

“H-he kinda punched, kicked, and shoved me into the walls…”

“George…No wonder you’re in pain. I wish you would’ve just told me earlier. Godric this looks awful…” you frown, tenderly tracing your fingers against the bruises.

“Did you see Ms Pomfrey?”

“No…”

“George Fabien!” You can’t help but exclaim, disappointed, but not at all surprised with his actions.

“Come here.” You sigh, grabbing your wand from the table in front of you.

Casting a quick healing spell, you sigh as his bruises already start to look better.

“I’ll say it again, but George Weasley, you are a dummy.”

“I know…Thank you for caring though, and for fixing me up.” He blushes, smiling shyly up at you as you still sit in his lap.

“Of course. I hope from here on you’ll just tell me when something is wrong.”

“I plan to, y/n. Before we do anything else, though, I want to make sure you know that I do really like you. I actually think I love you. I just, I don’t want to hide it anymore.”

“I love you too, George.”

As the words leave your lips, a smile grows on both of your faces. With the new lightness of the air, you go to stretch out on the couch alongside George whereas he begins to lean in towards you.

“Ah-ah. Don’t go hurting yourself. You’ll still be sore for a day or so.”

“Whatever pain I might get by giving you a kiss is worth it, love. I’ve dreamed about kissing you for far too long. If I have to wait any longer I think I might just die.”

You can’t help but chuckle at his theatrics, leaning in and pressing a kiss to his lips just to appease him.

Pulling away, you can hear him whine and all you can do is chuckle.

“You need my lips that bad?”

“Y/n, I want to kiss you for the rest of my life, I swear. I’ve already missed out on a few years of them.”

“How about we finish the movie and then I can give you some more?”

“You promise?” He questions, to which you simply nod and chuckle at.

You never would have thought that it’d take some bruises and a small fight between the two of you for your feelings to come out. Now that they are though, you plan to kiss any and all of his injuries better from here on out.

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antisocialwritingx · 2 years

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May I request something with Chris evans where you are an actress and you get brought up in an interview and chris admits to having a crush on you

I’ve Got The Hots For You Too

Pairing: Chris Evans x Actress!Reader

Summary: A year ago Chris confessed how he’s got the hots for you on Jimmy Fallon. Just when he thought you would never see that video, Jimmy decides to stir the pot between you two.

Warning(s): Fluff, Chris being embarrassed, Jimmy being a menace. Italics are from the past.

A/N: This was a request from a lovely person! I am so sorry I have not been able to complete these requests from you guys! My tumblr was down, then I went on vacation, and I just got my wisdom teeth out but I am trying to write as much as possible. Love you all lots!

Word Count: 1.3 K

𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘣𝘺: @firefly-graphics

You were never one to really indulge in social media and such. Sure you had social media, but you only ever used it when your manager made you post for a movie, or when you posted a random picture of something. Even then you rarely even posted because well, you only really used social media to look at Chris Evans.

Can anyone blame you? The man is a grade-A hottie and a total sweetheart. Even though you’ve never been able to meet this man in person, you just knew that he was something special.

And well, unbeknownst to you, Chris thought the same thing about you, except he’s made it publicly known.

When you had found out that you were going to be doing an interview with Chris Evans on the Jimmy Fallon Show, your manager almost sued you for hearing loss.

“Jesus christ child! Just squeal a little louder would’a?” Simone asked, a scowl on her face as she clutched her ears in pain.

“I’m sorry! I’m just- You know I’ve been like-”

“Been like in love with him since forever, I know I get it. I think the whole goddamn world gets it now.” She muttered, a small smile on her lips.

“Please tell me how you landed this?” You ask, not so gracefully plopping yourself down on the couch across from your manager.

“Well both of your movies are gonna be premiering soon, his manager thought it was a good idea, I thought it was a good idea, Jimmy had two openings, bam. That’s how it’s done.” She said, leaning back in her seat with a happy smirk on her face.

“And before you say anything, I’ve already called the fruit basket company you use so damn much to send both Jimmy and Chris’s manager a fruit basket.” Simone finishes, a small heat making its way onto your face due to the fact of how well your manager knew you.

“Oh god what am I gonna wear Sim? What if I make a fool of myself? You know me and you know I make a fool of myself all the damn time! God he’s gonna think I’m so weird!” You rant, feeling the anxiety of meeting Chris already creeping up on you.

“Y/N calm down okay kid? You’re scaring yourself and you haven’t even met him yet! Just take a deep breath and relax, your outfit is always taken care of before you can even worry about it. Plus just be yourself when you see him okay? You’re a super loveable person so if he doesn’t see that then he’s not the one for you.” Simone spoke, calming you down and hugging you close to her.

Sighing to yourself, you hug your manager back.

Both of you talk for a bit more before Simone leaves for the night, not before telling you to drink a glass of wine to unwind.

The day had finally come for the interview and you were a nervous wreck.

Obviously you were trying your best not to focus on it, but as the clock got closer and closer to time, the higher your anxiety went.

Shaking out your nerves and taking a large sip of water, you try to shake out the nerves in your system.

“Alright you’ll be on in about 10 minutes, Chris still has a little bit to himself okay? Just try and relax, you’ve done this before so just think of it as a normal day.” Simone tells you, glancing over you to make sure you looked your best.

You nodded and sighed, sitting down on the couch in your little room to watch what was left of Chris’s segment to himself.

On the TV it shows Chris and Jimmy, Chris laughing at something Jimmy just said.

“So, Chris.” Jimmy stated, leaning over his table towards Chris.

“Yes, Jimmy.” Chris responded, rubbing his beard with his large hands.

“You and I both know who the next guest to join you tonight is, and you and I both remember what you said last year, yes?” Jimmy asked, a smirk on his face.

You look at your manager confused and she just looks at you and shrugged.

Looking back towards the TV you see Chris with a look of dread on his face.

“Jimmy, you don’t have to do this to me man. We’re friends right?” Chris nervously laughed, rubbing his hands on his thighs in a nervous manner.

“Chris we are friends of course we are! However, I think this is the perfect opportunity for you to express yourself. So why don’t we just play the clip hm?” Jimmy announced, pointing towards a screen on his stage.

A clip of Chris on the show from a year ago appears up on the screen.

“So Chris there’s been many rumors that you’ve been seeing someone. Is that true?” Jimmy asked, his head resting on his arm.

“Well Jimmy the only person I’m seeing is Dodger in my house.” Chris joked, laughter breaking out in the crowd.

“No but in all seriousness I’m not seeing anyone, but I do have eyes for someone right now. Kinda like a celebrity crush if you will.” Chris finished, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Chris Evans has the hots for someone? Do spill.” Jimmy finished, itching to find out who it was.

Laughing lightly Chris looked around the crowd before saying,

“You guys promise to not tell her?”

‘Yes’ and ‘yeah’ chiming throughout the crowd as they reply to Chris.

“Well, I guess you could say I got the hots for Y/N L/N.”

As the clip ends a warmth makes its way onto your face. Before you could even say anything to your manager the crew members were calling you to start getting ready to appear on stage.

When the camera focused back on Chris and Jimmy, you could tell Chris was blushing from the way his face and neck flushed pink.

Laughing nervously, Chris grabs the collar of his shirt and pulls lightly.

“Well now that we’ve gotten that out in the air, ladies and gentlemen please welcome the starring actress in the newest Netflix series, Y/N L/N!” Jimmy announced, the crowd cheering for you as you enter with a bright smile and wave.

You walk towards Jimmy and give him a quick hug, letting go and moving to hug a very red Chris.

As the crowd calms down and you all sit back down Jimmy turns his head towards you with a cheeky smile on his face.

“So Y/N, how has your night been so far? Have you met Chris?” He asked, the cheeky smile growing on his face.

You turn to Chris before responding, “I have not fully met Chris, but there is one thing I want to tell him.”

“And what is that?” Jimmy asked him, Chris, and the whole crowd focused on you.

You lean yourself slightly closer to Chris, a smirk evident on your face.

“I’ve got the hots for you too.”

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valreadsfics · 2 years

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♡ genre: non idol au, librarian!chan, all fluff

♡ pairings: chan x reader, changbin x reader, seungmin x oc (kind of)

♡ word count: ~1.5k

♡ description: you didn't even want to go to the stupid library to begin with, but unfortunately, your best friend needed a movie and you both couldn't find it online.

♡ warnings: none, as far as i know

originally, you were just going to borrow your best friend’s card, but upon hearing they had nearly double the fines that you’d had at the start of your life, you had no choice but to get a new card for a different branch. you walked in with the intent of this being an in-and-out thing, since you had places to go and people to see. places being your house, and people being the pizza guy, but who was asking?

you walk up to the vacated desk, full of unmanned computers and scanners, waiting for someone to help. there was a bell with a sign that begged you to ring it for service, but you would rather die than do that. so, you waited. you looked around at all the people, seeing a couple people walk by. a guy with some sapphire blue hair holding a stack of books about cats, holding hands with another man with soft, blonde hair, complaining about said cats. another guy, down the aisle, sitting comfortably in one of the chairs, nose pushed into the latest chronicle of some book about dramas.

a voice, deep and warm, shook you from your thoughts, “um, sorry, how can i help you?”

your eyes snap back to the person behind the desk, and immediately you’re startled. in front of you, a guy with a thousand watt smile and crescent-moon eyes, dimples in his cheeks as he smiled. thin, golden wire rim glasses perched low on his nose, he still smiled, and you realize you had been asked a question.

“oh, uh. i needed to get a library card.”

“yeah, sure!” the guy responds, smile getting larger if that’s possible. you search for a name tag or some indication of who this is as you spout absent information for the librarian to fill in. finally your eyes catch the ID card laid on the desk from when the librarian had hurried up to help you. christopher.

after a few minutes, christopher hands the finished card to you, smiling, “now all i need is for you to sign it and then you’ll be all set.”

“thanks,” you reply, still lost in the concept of the librarian boy in front of you. christopher hands you a permanent marker, and you sign.

“if you need any help, feel free to find me, or... i think seungmin is also working today.” between the two, you already preferred christopher, but the two didn’t need to know that.

you hurry along, going to get the dvd you came to rent. it was your dumb best friend’s idea to rent it to begin with, since they couldn’t find it anywhere else and their internet was broken. they were waiting outside in the parking lot to drive back to their house to watch it with you.

you search through titles, reading the spines of them as you go, finger trailing down the sides. you regretfully discover they’re sorted not by alphabet but by ISBN number. searching for what felt like hours, your fingers finally reach a copy of ponyo. jesus... why did things take so long... you pull the dvd out and another hand reaches close to pull another dvd out. you squint at it as it’s removed from your sight. the shining. your eyes follow the dvd up to the owner of the hand, seeing a tanned guy with a fierce expression. he was wearing a white tee shirt that was probably a size too small and showed off more of his body than you’d typically deem acceptable, his brown wavy hair falling towards his eyes.. despite the fierce expression, there was a hint of softness to his eyes.

the guy speaks, a warm, rough voice, “i’m sorry, did you want this one?”

“n-no!” you quickly say. “uh. i just... uh...” didn’t know how to explain yourself. “s-sorry.”

a small smile pulls at the guy’s lips, “it’s alright. what movie did you pick?”

you simply offer the case to the guy, too afraid of saying something else dumb.

“ponyo... i haven’t seen this one.”

“it’s really good. one of my favorites.”

“i’ll have to see it sometime,” the guy says. “maybe we can do a movie exchange.”

“maybe,” you say, increasingly losing confidence in this conversation.

the guy smiles again, “i’m changbin. it was nice to talk to you...” his voice was hardly above normal library volume, but seemed to resonate within your head. “i hope i’ll see you around.”

“y-yeah,” you say.

changbin hands back the dvd and walks off. you stay rooted to the spot until he’s borrowed his dvd and has left. when you look down, you see that you have...not ponyo. in your hands instead is the shining. oh no... he was gone now... there was nothing you could do.

you go back up to the desk, and christopher is there, grinning brightly again.

“find everything okay?”

other than the fact that you now had the wrong dvd and there was only one copy of ponyo in this library... “yeah.”

“i’ll just scan this and your card and then you’ll be on your way!”

“thanks,” you say. christopher does so, and waves to you as you leave.

“come back soon! we always have new dvds being cycled in and out!”

you planned to never come back to the library ever again after returning this stupid dvd....

~*~*~

but you couldn’t resist. christopher’s smile was infectious and changbin always had something funny to say or a laugh to share. after that day, you and changbin began to recommend each other dvds, and then come back the next time and discuss. this week’s choices were big hero 6 from you and insidious from changbin.

“it was so creepy!” you say. “and i felt so bad for the wife. after all that, she gains one family member, but loses another...”

“ah, yeah... i agree. but that’s part of what makes the story really emotional, even though it’s scary, right? as for big hero 6, i knew it was going to be fun... i liked it a lot. baymax would be a helpful invention.”

god... he was so cute. “yeah.”

changbin offers you another horror movie, and you offer an anime movie that came out recently. you smile at each other and part ways.

you go to christopher to get your dvd, and christopher smiles at you like he does every time. “find everything?”

“yup,” you say, smiling back.

christopher opens the dvd to check that the magnetic lock on it had been taken off, and looks surprised. he says nothing for a moment, before saying, “hang on.”

had someone tampered with the dvd? you stand and wait. christopher steps back to a desk further back behind the counter, and beckons seungmin over. they talk heatedly. in the meantime, your mind wanders again. you’d been thinking about introducing your best friend to seungmin, but you’d never got around to it. maybe if something worked out, you could double date. your best friend and christopher’s coworker, and then you and ... changbin... and christopher. was it still a double date if you had multiple dates? would they be cool with th--

“y/n?” christopher’s voice snaps you back.

seungmin was back to shelving the holds over behind the desk. christopher was offering the dvd to you. woah... how much time had passed?

“here’s your dvd.”

“th-thanks.”

what was wrong with it?

you walk out and open the dvd. everything looked fine but... inside was a little dark blue card. there was a star on the front, with your name written in it, in scratchy pen.

y/n.

the words were in pretty silvery ink.

on the backside was a message.

do you want to see a movie with me together? we could go see watcher. it’s another horror movie. tomorrow at 2?

-cb

underneath it, in neat, boyish handwriting, in a gold-ish ink, was something else.

i know that that was an offer for you, but i’ve also been interested in you and changbin. can we make it three?

-chris

both of them...? with you?

on the bottom were both of their phone numbers, each in their respective colors. how did changbin get the card inside the dvd? that must’ve taken some planning...

you text changbin first, saying that you’re interested, and asking if it was okay if christopher came too.

changbin texts back almost immediately, saying he’d be more than happy to have christopher come along. you tell christopher, and christopher responds with excitement. you’d just set yourself up on a date with two different guys...

you feel a tap on your shoulder, and turn to see the puppy-like coworker of christopher. “hey, uh, did you say yes to going out with chris?”

“y-yeah. why?”

“you know that person who drives you to the library every day?”

“what?”

“the one with the green car. they drive you here every day.”

“yeah...?”

“can you introduce me?”

you can’t help but laugh. fate worked in fickle ways. the next day, you, changbin, christopher, seungmin, and your best friend all went to see a movie. you felt on top of the world when changbin twined his fingers with yours, and your heart soared when christopher took the other and slotted your fingers together. things were looking up, all because you went to the stupid library.

#changbin x reader #bang chan x reader #changbin x y/n #bang chan x y/n #stray kids fluff #skz imagines #skz fluff #;;comments-#um !!! yeah !!! this is a fic i wrote !!! its not my best work but i really wanted to contribute something !!!#especially contributing to the chanbin x reader world because theres never enough of that shit !!!#;;reader #;;changbin #;;bangchan #;;nonidol #;;fluff #;;val.note

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professionallydeadinside · 1 year

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Hi okay so I haven’t watched Enterprise so I can’t really turn this into a full essay BUT I think I know enough about T’Pol to at least rant about it

T’Pol and Amanda are both parallels and complete opposites and I think that’s fascinating to me. They both fell in love and have husbands from a race different than them, and they themselves changed in response to it.

T’Pol fell for a human, Trip, while Amanda fell for Sarek, a Vulcan. These relationships end up changing them both, for better or for worse.

Alright disclaimer i thought of this in the shower then did some stuff for a bit before writing this so like i do not fully remember everything so this may be a little all over the place but i promise i should eventually hit a point

Now, we want to think Amanda wasn’t changed much from her time on Vulcan, but she was. I will mainly be referencing Journey to Babel (s2 ep10) for Amanda’s behaviour, but will occasionally use the original movies. In Journey to Babel, we can see that Amanda doesn’t act exceptionally human. In fact, she acts very Vulcan. We’d like to think she keeps her human love, especially in regards to Spock, and acts like a mama bear protective parent, but everything she does goes against that. The only human things she seems to retain are negative qualities like selfishness.

She isn’t overtly protective of Spock, and clearly didn’t do enough, if anything, to help him growing up if his response to emotions is anything to go by. Now, that alone wouldn’t mean much, as one persons encouragements wouldn’t do much against an entire societies attempts to go against the encouragements, but the fact that when we meet her, she isn’t very emotional and seems just as cool as Sarek says a lot. Maybe if she was being overtly emotional and encouraging to Spock in the episode I’d be more inclined to believe the earlier theory, and would encourage you to believe it as well, but she isn’t, so I don’t, and I won’t.

Instead, what we see is her treating Spock the same way she treats Sarek treats him. Why is that important when calling her emotionless? Because Sarek disowned Spock, and she did that too. That’s a big deal for humans. While you hear stories about people getting disowned a lot, it’s not actually very common on a world-wide scale, and even then, we wouldn’t say those who disowned their child were the kindest, would we? It’s a quite big sign of being a less than great parent. I find it very hard to believe Amanda would disown Spock like she clearly did if she still had a human way of viewing emotions. Even if we go the route of her going along with it because of tradition and peer pressure, most humans who do truly and deeply love their children would be vocal against the idea, or would slink around and stealthily keep contact. She does neither, as evidenced by the way Spock acts around her.

Though she has Vulcan emotionlessness, the times she does show emotion is very human: It’s selfishness! Sarek has a heart attack and is told the only way to save him could also kill her son, and so she begs the child she disowned and cast aside to put his life on the line for something she wants to happen, even when Spock points out the illogicality of the situation would upset Sarek. While Spock also wants his father to live, he acknowledges this isn’t something his father would encourage. Amanda asking this doesn’t mean she’s bad, everyone is inherently selfish in some way or another, but it does show how Vulcan has changed her.

I’m tired so here’s the cliffnotes version of the T’Pol section

T’Pol is a Vulcan who becomes more human through her relationship with Trip. She becomes better at vocalising how she feels and her emotions. I have nothing more to add because like i wanna write about T’Pol and Spock instead so just. Infer and connect the dots yourself and I’ll probably come back to finish this eventually

SILAS ESSAY SILAS ESSAY THANK YOU FOR TURNING IT IN

#im so sorry i cant read walls of text right now ill read it tomorrow when im not on my deathbed #answered #star trek

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xbuster · 1 year

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I know that you didn’t like Guardians 3 (I personally loved it even though I don’t really like superhero movies anymore), but I’m curious as to what your thoughts on James Gunn’s work with superhero stuff before it.

To be more specific, brief thoughts on Guardians Vol. 1 and 2, but more about your thoughts on The Suicide Squad and Peacemaker.

I did watch Guardians 1 and 2, but I actually haven’t seen The Suicide Squad and Peacemaker despite being a DC fan.

I really loved Guardians 1 when it came out, but I was also like 15 and I was at my height of MCU interest. Since I never rewatched the movie, I don’t know how well it holds up or if I was just in the right mindset to enjoy it. I’m sure it’s still a fine movie, but the comedic parts of the movie might not be as enjoyable now that I’m tired of that kind of humor. Like Guardians 3’s humor was genuinely awful, it was one of the least funny movies I’ve seen in a while and it makes me wonder if Guardians 1 actually was like that too. The villain was forgettable, but Star-Lord and Rocket were fun. I liked Groot too. Didn’t like Drax or really care for Gamora though. So I’ll say that I DID really like it when I saw it, but that was nearly a decade ago and I’d have to rewatch it to give my updated opinion. It set up Thanos, which I thought was cool, until they really introduced Thanos in Infinity War and I realized he was nothing like his comic book counterpart, so I stopped caring about him.

I have less to say about Guardians 2 because I don’t really remember much about it besides Ego. I can’t remember any of the jokes besides a vague feeling that I found Drax even less likable. I also couldn’t be bothered to care about Groot anymore. I thought the baby Groot thing at the end of Guardians 1 was cute, but I was hoping he’d be normal again. The new Groot was lame. Idk Ego was alright, I guess. The twist that he killed Star-Lord’s mother was a good one and the most memorable part of the movie. I just… don’t know why they called him Ego. Ego is a living planet, not a Celestial. Like… just make a new character at that point. I used to be really interested in seeing how the movies would adapt Marvel characters, but that’s just not Ego. At all. It was just a more forgettable movie over all besides the Ego stuff.

Now, I didn’t watch The Suicide Squad because I didn’t really like the first one. I realize it’s completely different and Starro’s in it, so maybe I should give it a watch eventually because I would like to see Harley Quinn done right for once. If she’s actually handled well in that movie.

On the other hand, I didn’t watch Peacemaker because I don’t really watch any live action superhero shows. I tried watching Agents of SHIELD when that happened, but it was so boring that I gave up quickly and never bothered with other Marvel shows or even the DC ones for that matter. Like I’m a huge fan of the Teen Titans (from the comics), but I didn’t even watch Titans despite that having my favorite hero, Nightwing, in it. Neither have I seen any of the recent Superman shows despite being a big Superman fan. Maybe I’ll try one if someone can really sell me on it, but I just never bothered with Peacemaker for that reason.

So over all, I have like a middling opinion on James Gunn. Like Taika Waititi. Some of the stuff they make can be entertaining, but there’s just as much stuff they put out that I just don’t care about and it mostly stems from an over reliance on a style of comedy I just don’t find funny anymore. Like oh the subject of Waititi, I tried watching Thor: Love and Thunder because, despite not really liking Ragnarok or any of Thor’s movies, Thor was one of my favorite superheroes from Marvel when I was reading more Marvel comics than DC, but I couldn’t finish the movie because it was just SO. BAD.

Sorry this was a lot, but there’s just a lot that goes into how I feel about Gunn’s stuff after about a decade of watching his Marvel movies. I just really hope he doesn’t fuck up Superman. I’ll never forgive him if he does. Don’t just make Krypto a vehicle for unfunny jokes…

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gumbxz · 2 years

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steve harrington x ex!friend reader pt2

so this is part 2 to this juan!! so if you haven’t read that one yet, you should def read it now !! but yah !

also reader is very much still latina heheha oh and for my own personal reasons i am making this a prom segment (bc i didn’t get my happy ending on prom💔) but enjoy.

genre// angst, fluff, healing!! steve being a simp, also readers partner is actually not as nice as we think lol

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prom was coming up. your mind was all over the place. not just prom in general but, other things were making prom seem as not so nice..your mind was mostly focused on your own personal problems.

majority of these problems being about your partner and steve. and what dress you wanted to wear. why did you have to dress up in general? you had no idea what to wear. you had no idea if your partner even wanted to go to prom with you. which was making you look like a total fool infront of their front porch.

you decided to walk the entire way from your home to their house. you weren’t sure if they were home though. but you decided to knock and see.

the door opened, but the only person that appeared was their parents. who absolutely loved you.

“oh ! hey y/n. what brings you here? you looking for my kid?”

“yeah- have you seen them?”

“hm, i just saw them up and leave, asked em where, they said the arcade place?”

the arcade? of all places..? they hated video games, even though it was the thing you absolutely loved. it was the thing that you enjoyed doing every time you finished school and didn’t wanna go home immediately. so you went to the arcade to pass the time.

“alright, thank you. i appreciate it a lot.”

“of course! tell ‘em i said they better come home so we can go shopping for prom. it’s in just a week.”

prom? i thought they didn’t wanna go to prom. because it was ‘too expensive’. you’ve got a lot of questions on your mind.

now was the time to really get in your car and drive there like a crazy woman. you weren’t entirely sure if they were even telling you the truth anymore. they’ve always given you excuses about where they were going. you feel so stupid because only now you’re starting to catch on.

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steve and robin were mindlessly watching the tv screen, they were watching some romance comedy that just was awful.

“i mean, they’re both totally in love with each other- the literal hots for another but they can’t because like, she’s a nun and he’s a priest.”

robin vented to steve about how it was.

“well then again, it’s some movie from the 50s. and it’s in spanish. good thing we got subtitles for it.”

“hey- don’t you understand some spanish already steevo?

“uhh… only a little, i haven’t practiced in 2 years.”

“really? what are they saying now—without looking at the subtitles!!”

she sternly spoke as he groaned and looked at the screen, ignoring the texts that would pop up as they spoke.

“oh but brother, we’re both children of god. and what if the pastor finds out about our forbidden love.”

he says with a very low effort tone, not putting in any energy for the characters.

then robin and steve saw you dramatically pull up and parked infront of family video. kicking your door open and slamming it shut.

“woah, wonder what that’s about. ey stevie?“

you were pissed. no beyond pissed. what was this asshole doing at the fucking video store? probably with some bitch. and oh if he was, you would’ve killed him by burning his tongue off.

you swing the door open to the arcade and everyone is too busy on their games. luckily you spot your partner. and you were right. they were with someone at least 2 years younger then you both. most likely a sophmore from one of their classes.

you make your way to them and give your partner a tap on the shoulder, making them turn. and their smile immediately drops.

“so since when did you start playing video games? video games like galaga?”

“oh! hey babes i’m uh- just showin my underclassmen some games that i- uh we ! enjoy playing.”

“hm that’s a fat fuckin lie. your lips are swollen. did a bee stab your thin fuckin lips or something?”

their underclassmen slowly left, backing away from the scene as they watch everything unfold.

“look. it’s nothing okay. i dunno what’s got your panties in a twist.” they move to continue playing the game, but you quickly snap and bang your hand against the game. drawing attention to you two now.

“no. don’t fucking lie to me pinche cabron. i went to your fucking house and asked your daddy where you were! and then he told me you two were gonna go prom shopping, hm. last thing i remember is my partner telling me they didn’t wanna go to prom! that sounds funny.”

“hey. look alright. you caught me. i was gonna go to prom but i just-“

“-what you just what?”

“i didn’t wanna be seen with you.”

un-fucking-believable.

who the fuck does this puta madre thing they is, huh? oh they are gonna regret it.

you took a deep breath and smile and just walk away before you did anything else. then they started chasing after you.

you push the door open and they follow you to your car. where it was parked infront of family video.

“hey hey! y/n, don’t be bitchy for just this moment. just listen to me—“

“—no ! i’m not gonna stand here and look fucking stupid. i’m not gonna take things like a dumb bitch. because i’m not like that.”

“baby please-“

they go to hold your shoulders and that was what made you snap. you backhanded the shit out of them and send them tumbling to their ass.

robin and steve were witnessing everything. and as you slapped them. they both let out a groan, knowing it was for real gonna leave a mark. to be fair, steve thought it was a little hot. robin did too

you look down at them and spit on their shoes. then you feel someone watching you and turn to look at the family video clerks. glaring at steve and he softy looks at yours. you were so intimidating to him. you always were, well. not at the very first.

steve knew you had a soft side to you, you only ever shown it to people you cared for. you were the biggest sweetheart when you both were younger. but that all changed as you both got older. both of you changed but, there was still that side that you both had when you were younger.

steve wanted to run out and beat the shit out of that guy and hug and kiss you but, he knew it wasn’t the right time for that.

you didn’t know if you wanted to snap at steve or cry to him and be like ‘baby come back!!’ but no- you refused that inner need.

you turn swiftly and enter your car. flicking your partner off as they were still maybe crying like a bitch on the floor.

steve had it real bad now

“hey steve- you should like, ask her to prom now.”

“what? robin no- it’s too soon.”

“too soon my ass, she just dumped that asshole! you should at least ask her out on the night of prom or some shit.”

“hey- you better at least help me.”

“help you? no no, i wasn’t planning on going anyway. i got better things to do like uh.. work?”

“boo. you’re no fun. well i guess this bird just left his nest now.” steve said as he watches you drive away.

“don’t ever call yourself that.”

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prom was starting and you were staring at yourself in the dress. your hand goes to fix your hair. it was put up but your curls looks absolutely gorgeous in the messy bun. you blow a strand of hair out of your face and try to hide it.( i feel like she would use her moms dress- but minus the gloves and hair crown thing lol)

“ay mija!! are you ready yet?”

“not yet mama. i’m just adding a lil extra stuff.”

the only extra thing was lipgloss. which boomed your look more. and to add extra flavor. you added silver earrings on both ears. you felt like you needed a bit more. your mom was getting impatient or excited and opened the door.

“ma, i’m not done yet—“

“mija! you look so beautiful. papa! get over here and look at our daughter, she’s so beautiful.”

you hear your father running down the hall and coming to a halt as soon as he sees you.

“aw, my sweet hermosa. you remind me of your mother with the way you look in that dress.”

“ay, she looks better then me.”

“nonsense! the original still is better to me.”

“wow papa, you’re so charming. well, do i look ready?”

your parents think for a moment, till your mom gets a bright idea. “wait! one final touch.”

she began jogging away to her shared bedroom. you and your papa began to speak to one another.

“so, you dumped them?”

“yeah, they were a lying bas- they weren’t honest with me, and i didn’t like it.”

“aw princesa. do not worry, someone will come treat you right, i can feel it in my-“

“-here my nina!!”

your mom showed you a necklace that looked older then you, which made you exclaim.

“mama! what is this?”

“it belonged to your abuela, then it was my sisters, and then it was mine— but not it’s yours !”

“and then you pass it to your daughters blah blah, you know how it work mija.” your father said as he rested a hand on your mothers shoulder, rubbing his thumb in circles against her.

“mama- it’s so beautiful, i- thank you.”

de nada, now hurry up so we can take pictures at your school! we wanna see you before you go party.”

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prom was in its full galore. at least it couldn’t get more ‘magical’ then it already was. you had to pick up your dress as you walk, and these heels were killing you. why did they have to be so pointy looking? you prefer being barefoot anyway.

everyone was having a blast but you didn’t seem to be in the mood. you thought you’d have the energy and excitement, but you feel so overwhelmed and drained. you sat against a wall, near the punch and only stood up occasionally to refill the cup that was in your hand.

you noticed a shadow making their way to you. unable to recognize their face from how dark it was in there. especially where you were sitting.

“what are you doing here all on your own?”

it was steve? it was steve! it was steve.

you didn’t need this right now, but a small part of you really did need it.

“well, i don’t have much friends anyway. other then robin, you know how it’s been. i don’t get along with others.”

“yeah true, you just got that vibe.”

“what vibe?”

“there it is.” he sits next to you and you adjust your sitting position a little. you shake your head and look at him. this made his heart beat and started making him stutter.

“s-so, heard you and your uh partner broke up. that slap was definitely deserved.”

“yeah, we’re done. didn’t like the way they treated me.”

“i thought you guys were like good, what happened?”

“nah, we were always having problems but wanted to be seen as a cute happy couple.”

you say staring straight ahead at everyone taking their group and couple photos. getting a little envious. steve noticed this and began to speak.

“you wanna take pictures?”

“i know that shits not free, i didn’t bring money.”

“hey, i got it covered.”

“steve you don’t have to-“

“-no, i have to. now c’mon let’s go.” he gets up and offers you a hand. you listen to your intrusive thoughts and take his hand, getting up and following him through the crowd of people.

you both stop to a halt. there was a long line for just photos and you notice a you were both walking through the crowd he had been hiding a small clear case from you. you decided to bring it up.

“hey, watchu got there?”

you look down at the box, and he noticed before showing you slowly. it was a white corsage. you noticed the white boutonnière on his tuxedo, maybe he did have a date? why else would he have had it.

“oh yeah, that! it was uh, for my date- actually i didn’t have a date in the first place haha. just thought maybe someone would you know, wanted to be.”

he said with embarrassment, flipping his hair to the side. you felt bad that not a single person had asked to be his prom date. then a bright idea came to mind.

“well, i don’t have a date either. you wanna be mine?”

“huh? me- be yours? uh yeah! totally.”

he got all excited after realizing and began unboxing the corsage from the plastic case. you bring your wrist to him and he gently takes it. your skin felt so nostalgic to him. he got a bit distracted till you cleared your throat.

“hey um, i wanted to ask.”

“yeah y/n?”

“actually, nevermind. it’s dumb.”

you bring your hand back away from his and play with the petals of the corsage, being careful to not tear it. steve wasn’t sure what you asked or said but is sure not to push you into anything you’re uncomfortable with.

“alright, next!”

the cameraman shouted and you and steve both walked forward. he looked at you and gave you a confused look.

“well, what are you two just standing there for? aren’t you two a couple or something? do some cute couple stuff!”

steve was about to interrupt but you just shook your head and made steve stand there while you went on the other side of him and brought a hand to his chest while the other was on his shoulder. you look up at steve. “just put your hand on my hip, okay?”

“y-yeah! okay.”

he was sweating badly. and i mean badly. you almost felt bad, because he shakily put a hand to rest on your hip, and he was trying hard not to death grip that shit. you look up at him. “you’re not gonna hurt me, stevie. just pretend for now.”

he fully rested his hand on your hip and sighs. he nods his head and looks up at the camera, you doing the same.

“alright, so you guys got your 3 poses in mind?”

“yes we do.”

“alright, smile or something. cheeseee~”

the cameraman said with 0 enthusiasm. you give a soft smile while steve smiles and the light flashes.

the moment felt real. and sweet. and it felt very much needed.

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through out the rest of the prom night you and steve had been catching up and talking about whatever really. it felt good. and you’ve never gelt this happy in a while.

“that’s crazy, you’re like a mom to those kids.”

“yeah i know, but i don’t get why it always needs to be me.”

“well, because you take good care of them. you’d make a pretty good dad someday.”

“you think so?”

“i know so.”

he gives you that look that always made you fall for him. it’s happening all over again. you didn’t try fighting it but you just enjoyed the moment you two shared. the music begins to numb in the background. you move closer to steve as so does he. hands coming in contact with each other. shoulders pressing up against another and your head slowly turns.

“hey, y/n..”

“yes, steve?”

“i think- i think you’re a great person. and i-“

the music suddenly changes and a slow dance song begins to play, everyone getting up from their seats to dance with their dates.

“oh, it’s time to slow dance i guess. you wanna go dance and maybe you’ll be able to figure out what you wanna say after.”

you get up and he looks so sad, but he nods his head and follows you. both of you hand in hand.

you smoothly move his hands to your hips and he gulps and holds you, while you sway your hips and slide your hands against his shoulders and he looks at you differently.

steve’s mind his telling him all kinds of things like:

i should kiss her. i want to kiss her. no i don’t want to. i need to kiss her

i want to get married to her and have a family with her. i’d do all the work while all she had to do was rest forever.

i hope she feels the same way too. i should apologize to her from the dumb mistake i did. i should apologize for everything.

she looks so pretty. no not pretty. absolutely gorgeous.

you smile as you two dance, moving side to side with one another. you didn’t care. in fact you both didn’t care. the only thing you cared about was the moment you two were sharing. this very moment was the moment that will never leave your lives. this was the moment that brought you two together.

“the thing i wanted to tell you was, is that. i’m sorry, y/n. for everything. and i want to be with you.”

steve spoke to you and you knew his words were true.

“i want to be with you. i can’t get enough of you, can’t stop thinking about you. i want to spend the rest of my life with you. it sounds dumb and unrealistic but, i never want to leave your side.”

“steve- i -.”

“you don’t have to say anything, if you don’t have anything to say.”

“no it’s not that, i m happy. i’m happy you feel the same as i do. and i want to be with you. i wanna do cute shit with you. and i just want to be close to you.”

“you really feel that way too?”

“i’ve always felt that way stevie. i’ve loved you from the very beginning.”

“can i like. kiss you?”

“i thought you’d never ask.”

you smile. he releases his hold on your hips and brings both of his hands to the side of your face and and brings you in for a kiss. his nose brushing against yours before interlocking his lips with yours. your hands move to rest on top of his as you both shared a kiss while the music plays in the distance.

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happily ever after i guess heheha sorry this took so long yall. i’ve been working hella and have major burn out from like everything really lmao i hope this is alright 💔there might be plenty of spelling errors but idc lol -gummies

#steve harrington x reader #afro latina reader #steve harrington #fluff #stranger things #prom night

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joshuaalbert · 2 years

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*chicago mobster voice* koyk

alright spocko

favorite thing about them

I like the duality of him I think. like the man is completely fucking unhinged and hanging on by a thread most of the time but he’s also extremely clever and has the background knowledge to support what he’s doing and he does have these really interesting quieter moments. he’s representation for those of us who were quiet and nerdy in school and then became gay and insane and also representation for those of us who have had the first stanza of sea fever memorized since we were 15. i also just genuinely think he’s fun to watch. he has very few legitimate flaws as a character but because he feels kind of personally out of control a lot of the time, it doesn’t feel like the situation’s under control 100% of the time even though you know he will ultimately have the skills necessary to get them out of it. not to make this entirely a kirk vs picard point, but picard always feels far too in command of the situation and that’s less fun to watch imo.

wow what a surprise me talking about a character turned into a long post. continued after the cut

least favorite thing about them

i. do not like tos movie kirk in general especially as the series goes on. idk who that is but he's not kirk a lot of the time. like at times series kirk is short tempered or snarky at a time he shouldn’t be or something but he’s still very much driven by his love for exploration or humanity or his crew. it seemed like what they were going for in the movies was that he was going to be disillusioned in the beginning but then regain that, but if he did, it didn’t stick around. he just feels vaguely misanthropic to me and while hero decay is not inherently a bad arc, it doesnt seem like that’s what they were necessarily going for, because that’d be an uncharacteristically depressing throughline for tos content imo. I still haven’t finished VI lmao and part of that’s just because I was bored but part of it was bc I was like. I don’t think I like this character right now? part of it’s bc with age i increasingly look at him and go “yeah that’s william shatner” and not “yeah that’s kirk my friend kirk” but part is because he seems like he’s much more what a lot of Male Fans™️ thought the character was where he’s this cool guy who doesn’t care about the rules because fuck you. it’s not All the time, but he lacks warmth to me a lot of the time.

brOTP

i respect people who ship kirk/mccoy or spock/kirk/mccoy but generally i'd say kirk and mccoy are brotp to me. i also really enjoy his dynamic with chekov.

OTP

like. spirk is the og for a reason. when we started watching it my expectation was that I would be like “yeah I get where people were coming from” but not necessarily much more than that but by episode…3? I was like oh. yeah. okay. okay.

nOTP

in terms of things I’ve seen people actually ship I can’t think of anything off the top of my head, but fuck every time the show tries to stick him with like a 19 year old and even reading about the proposed johanna mccoy storyline makes me want to commit a felony so I’m glad they did not do that.

random headcanon

kirk is a real guy and he’s spent the last like 60 years fighting for control of william shatner’s body.

unpopular opinion

pour one out for every male character that gets called a himbo and is characterized as a complete dumbass in fanon despite being demonstrably smart and innovative in canon. yet another thing that got passed down to riker!

also fuck anyone (shatner and the kirk fanboys with terrible ideas about masculinity and a fundamental misunderstanding of the character) that thinks kirk would hate wesley. there’s literally no supporting evidence for that. he’s maybe not Great with kids but he tries his best with them (several episodes but charlie x stands out in this regard) and i think 2x13 obsession helps disprove this as well

song i associate with them

as with most of the information in this post you already know this but highwayman is a very kirk song to me. the last verse is obvious but I think he’d like the idea of having been a highwayman and a sailor and a blue collar worker across past lives.

favorite picture of them

yeah,,,,,,,,,,,,

#ty ty <4 #kirk #ask game #side note quark making like a callback joke about sea fever all the way in like s4 of ds9 was very funny to me #also I still have one more of these in my asks which I appreciate and I will get to it tomorrow! I’m. sleeby

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zaptap · 11 months

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i actually went back to watching spider-man stuff several months ago, partially in preparation for across the spiderverse

went back and finished spider-man unlimited, which i started after i watched the 90s series years ago (2015? 2016 at the latest i think?). anyway it was ok. too bad it ended with a cliffhanger though

watched “the new animated series” (the mtv one) and it was fairly good aside from the ugly 2003-era 3d animation

watched the spectacular spider-man. this one was pretty good, though i think i personally like the 90s one more

as mentioned before i also watched the tokusatsu spiderman show, which was way better than i was expecting

also watched like. pretty much the rest of the movies (technically speaking i still haven’t seen the 3 tv movies they made in like the 70s, but those are pretty minor of course)

spider-man 3 was pretty good, aside from the awkward dancing scenes of course

amazing spider-man 2 was pretty alright, though i felt bad for electro. also i missed andrew garfield spider-man (the first one was the first spider-man movie i saw, and i rewatched it before seeing this one)

far from home was uh. not that great. yet another movie of “tony stark screwed people over so they’re kind of justified in their actions buuuut oh yeah they’re killing people too so actually they’re the real villains”

i watched the venom movies and those were good. really interesting to have venom be an antihero, i like it

no way home was a pretty good movie. not only the whole thing where they brought the 3 universes together and helped the villains but they also undid some of the annoying stuff about mcu spider-man. now he doesn’t have fancy stark suits and he’s just back to being some loser with nothing, which is what spider-man is all about really. anyway they’re probably gonna screw it up and backpedal it or something in the next movie because this is the mcu but it was an interesting ending

technically morbius is sort of a spider-man movie but that’s where i’m drawing the line, so instead of watching it i read the wikipedia page. i did watch the post-credits scene, which makes no sense whatsoever and was clearly written to cash in on the multiverse thing by someone who skimmed half the plot of no way home but not enough to know the details about why people were traveling between universes and which ones they were coming from and to

#spider-man

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pennylanefics · 3 years

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Imprinted - Paul Lahote

a/n: i thought this was such a cute idea!! 🥺 and i love how it turned out :)

•••

“Hey (Y/N)! How are you?” Embry’s cheery voice asks you from the other side of the phone.

“I’m good, what’s up?”

“A bunch of my friends are having a bonfire on the beach tonight, since it’s supposed to be warmer than it has been, and I was wondering if you want to come,” he tells you.

“Sure, that sounds great. At the same beach in La Push, right?”

“Yep. I’ll see you there!”

Seeing you lived pretty far from the beach, you got up and got dressed right away, soon leaving once you were appropriately dressed and had a few essentials.

“Hey Em!” You greet your friend with a hug.

“Hey! So glad you could make it. We have a frisbee game going on over there, the fire going right here, and Sam is cooking some food that should be ready soon.”

“(Y/N), I haven’t seen you in so long!” Jacob yells happily, running up to you and picking you up, twirling you around in his arms. Embry walks back over to the frisbee game, leaving the two of you to catch up.

“Jake! Your hair is gone,” you observe. He chuckles and messes with the short length.

“Yeah. I was, uh, needing a change, so I figured it’d be a good idea.”

“You look great, but I really liked your long hair. Where have you been, though? I’ve been meaning to hang out with you.”

“I’ve been going through some stuff, personal things, and needed a break from everyone for a while.” Deciding not to push him anymore, you just nod.

“Well, now that you seem to be better, we should go to the movies sometime.”

“Absolutely,” he responds.

When Sam finishes the food, he calls everyone over, and Embry helps you get what you want before anyone else does. He knows how much Paul and Jared can eat and he wanted to make sure you had something before they got to everything.

“So, are you a part of their little cult now?” You ask Jacob as you two take a seat on a log in front of the fire.

“Yeah. It’s kinda hard to explain and I really can’t, just yet, but just know that they’re helping me through all these personal things and changes.”

“I’m glad you have them, then. I know Embry is super close with them and all but-” You are interrupted by Paul catching your eye. He was standing, talking to Embry and Jared while eating, but as soon as your eyes met, he ended up dropping his burger onto the ground.

The other two boys complained and picked the food up, trying to salvage it, but considering it was covered in sand, it was no use. Still, Paul had yet to move a muscle, fully focused on you.

You wanted to look away, but you couldn’t. You were so captivated by his gaze, and something inside of you felt like it was burning, you couldn’t pull yourself away from him.

Paul wasn’t someone you knew too well. You knew of him, since Jacob and Embry told you stories about him here and there, Jacob giving you a more hostile side of things. Either way, you hadn’t even met him in person before, yet he’s staring at you like you hung the moon in the sky.

Finally, he is brought out of the daze from his friends, and you turn back to Jacob, who is giving you a knowing look.

“Are you alright?” He wonders.

“Yeah, yeah. I just...it’s nothing,” you brush off. He puts the conversation on pause and changes the topic just as Kim and Emily join you.

As soon as Jacob finishes eating, he is sprinting towards the group of guys surrounding Paul. They all have excited yet anxious expressions on their faces, and it only increases your curiosity more.

You, Kim, and Emily continue chatting, catching up and filling each other in on things. As the time passes, your social battery is slowly draining, so you nicely interrupt them and head closer to the shore, taking a seat and just staring out at the ocean.

Your legs were brought up to your chin as you watched the waves crash a few inches from your feet. The sound is so peaceful and serene, bringing a small smile to your face. But that quickly disappears as the wind picks up, making you shiver a little.

“Hey, I noticed you shivering and thought you could use this,” Paul suddenly appears beside you, holding out a hoodie for you. A friendly grin sits on his face as you gladly take it, mumbling a soft, “thank you.”

“Do you mind?” He wonders, pointing to the spot next to you.

“No, not at all,” you agree. He quickly sits, getting in the same position you were just in.

“Needed some alone time?” He asks.

“Yeah. Would be nice if you weren’t here, though,” you joke, shoving him gently. Thankfully, he gets your sarcasm and laughs.

“The group can get a little much at times. Especially with all of us around.”

“Definitely.”

Silence washes over the two of you, and for some reason, you don’t mind it. You don’t feel an awkward obligation to jump into another conversation, his presence is just as calming as the waves in front of you.

A feeling you never felt with anyone before.

“The ocean is one of my favorite places to clear my head,” you say, staring out into the vast open space, the dense fog hiding what lays behind it.

“Mine too,” Paul responds. “It’s somewhere you can just stare into something so beautiful yet nothing at the same time.”

“And collect shells,” you pick up a perfect little shell that was sitting right in front of you. Paul chuckles and does the same, finding a similar one next to him.

“If you want, we can come to the beach one day, just you and me, if that’s alright with you, and look for shells,” Paul offers. You turn to him, his face lighting up as soon as he sees your eyes again, a glimmer of hope in his as he takes a chance.

“I’d love that,” you grin, resting your head on his shoulder and looking back out to the ocean. Just then, a pod of whales comes right up hundreds of feet from the shore, breaking for air.

“So beautiful,” you whisper, in awe of their size and beauty. Paul glances down at you, his heart filling with love.

“Mhm,” he hums in response. After breaking his gaze, he looks out as well, getting a bit more comfortable and stretching his legs out, his arms holding himself up behind him, one of them going behind you.

He hesitates at first, but when he senses that you aren’t going to pull away, he rests his head on yours, sighing deeply.

His imprint sat right beside him, yet you have no idea.

“Hey lovebirds! We’re going to get more firewood!” Jared yells to the two of you. “We’ll be right back!”

You feel your face flush at the term, but you shake it off and stand up.

“I guess we have some time to pass,” you laugh, trying to brush off the comment. Paul smiles and reaches for your hand, which you gladly take. He guides you over to the logs and grabs a blanket folded on one of them, and takes a seat on the log adjacent to it.

He throws the blanket around his shoulders and holds the side open for you, raising his eyebrows. You can’t help but giggle and fall right next to him, curling into his body.

“Holy shit, you’re so warm,” you moan, nuzzling your face into his neck.

“I get that a lot,” he smiles, his head going back to resting on yours.

When are you going to tell her? Paul hears Jared ask him in his mind.

I’m not until we’ve been seeing each other more often.

You have the perfect chance to tell her tonight, Paul. Sam inserts himself into the conversation.

“How long were you planning on staying tonight?” Paul asks after a few minutes.

“I was just gonna stay until everyone went home. I have nowhere to be or anything to do, since my parents are out of town for the weekend.”

“So you wouldn’t mind staying and hearing a few stories of the tribe?”

“I’d love to.”

You and Paul continue talking until the group finally returns, each with a couple logs in their arms. Soon enough, the fire is raging, providing even more warmth, though the hoodie, the blanket, and Paul were more than enough.

The conversations start off light, but when you and Paul are chatting with Kim and Jared, Sam interrupts everyone and stares at the man beside you. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as they have a silent conversation, nodding to each other.

“(Y/N), you know about some of our tribe’s histories, right?” Sam asks you.

“Yeah. Billy told me a fair share of legends when Jacob and I were growing up.”

“There’s a few more things to those stories, and it has to do with you.”

“Me?” You confirm, sitting up from Paul’s chest.

“Paul, do you wanna take over?” Sam points to him. The man behind you nods and stands, ditching the blanket on the log and pulling you up to stand with him.

“Let’s go on a little walk,” he whispers, wrapping an arm around your waist. Once you two are far enough away from the pack, he slows to a steady stride.

“Okay, this is going to be a lot to take in, so bear with me, please?” He starts. You nod, keeping your eyes on him when he comes to a stop. You grab his hand for support and he smiles down at it.

“Every one of us, in the pack that is, is a shapeshifter. We have this special gene that allows us to transform into wolves and protect the land we live on from bloodsuckers.”

“Mosquitoes?” You ask. This makes Paul laugh, loving that you are so clueless.

“Vampires. They kill people, we kill them to protect our tribe and the town. It’s been like this for thousands of years. And it just so happens that Sam, Embry, Jared, Jacob, and I all have this gene.”

“Wow,” you are stunned for a moment, but not in a bad way. Yeah, it is a lot to take in, and the fact that two of your best friends are a part of this was insane. But something in you was telling you that they aren’t going to hurt you, at least on purpose, and that they can be trusted.

“And there’s another thing that goes with it,” he starts, taking a deep breath.

“That is?”

“Imprinting.”

“Okay...and what is that?”

“It’s when we see a girl and everything in the world just stops. It’s only us two in that moment. You would do anything for her, be anything for her, protect her with your life, give your life to save hers, anything. It’s kinda like a soulmate. And when you see her, everything changes. You want to be around her all the time, because she fills this spot in your heart that you never want to leave open.”

“So, have you, you know, found yours?” You wonder. A fond grin forms on Paul’s face and he nods.

“I did. And I can’t wait to spend more time with her, get to know her more, and finally kiss her.” Your hand drops his upon hearing this, still having no clue he means you.

“I bet you two will be very happy with each other. i can tell you care for her a great deal and-” Paul swiftly cuts you off by grabbing your cheeks and kissing you. You immediately melt into his touch, your hands falling to rest on his forearms.

“I do care for you a great deal. You’re my imprint, (Y/N).”

“Wait, what? How? When?” He laughs and keeps your face cradled in his hands.

“Earlier when we were eating. You were talking to Jacob and our eyes met. I dropped my cheeseburger on the ground because I was completely entranced by you.”

“So that explains why I couldn’t look away from you? You were imprinting?”

“Yeah. Oh, and, just so you know, it doesn’t have to be a romantic thing. I can just be a close friend who you spend a lot of time with and be your protector.”

“Aw, I was kind of hoping it would be a romantic thing,” you smile. Paul blushes and glances down between your bodies, his hands finally dropping down to your hips.

“Well then, I’ll be glad to give you lots more kisses and cuddles because you’re going to be seeing a lot of me.”

“I’m not complaining,” you murmur against his neck after you curl into it, suddenly feeling chilly. Instinctively, Paul wraps his arms tightly around your body.

“Let’s head back to the bonfire and get you back under the cover,” he says, bringing you back over to the group.

“So does she know?” Embry smirks. Sam watches as you cuddle up to Paul, once again having an internal conversation with him.

“She does. And she’s very accepting and not at all freaked out,” he chuckles. You laugh along with everyone and close your eyes, enjoying the warmth radiating from your soon-to-be boyfriend.

“I can’t wait for our first real date,” he whispers in your ear. “Time alone without everyone bothering us.”

“Why don’t you stay the night with me then? Then we can go to the beach tomorrow morning?”

“Of course, my beautiful girl.”

#paul lahote #paul lahote imagines #paul lahote imagine #paul lahote x reader #twilight #twilight new moon #twilight eclipse #wolf pack #imagines #fanfiction #fanfic

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chifuyusfingers · 3 years

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Could I request Tokyo Revengers boys when their s/o calls them baby boy? 😁

Tokyo Revenger boy's reaction to their S/O calling them baby boy.

M i k e y

He was annoying you, like usual. This time, he was holding the TV remote above your head because he doesn’t want to watch what you have on.

You’re jumping up and down, trying to grab the remote. He’s laughing at your failure.

“Mikey,” You whine. He just laughs even more. You try giving him the puppy eyes, but to no avail. He continues to hold it over your head.

He starts lowering it closer to your head, teasing you even more. He brings it back up above his head when you try grabbing it. "Oi baby boyy,” You whine.

“What?” He looks at you wide-eyed. You grab the remote from his hand, smiling at your success.

You turn back to the couch. “Oh, no,” He wraps his arms around your torso, lifting you into the air. “Baby boy’s still not done teasing you.”

B a j i

“Baby, can you get me something?” You call out to your boyfriend. You were laying on the couch, dying from your period.

You kept groaning, feeling bloated as fuck. Baji would do everything for you, letting you just relax. You didn’t like him doing this, but there’s no point in fighting him.

“What would you like, my love?”

“Can I have a glass of water?” You unwrap yourself from him and he leaves, but not without kissing your forehead first.

You wonder how lucky you got to be able to call him yours. He comes back, giving you the glass of water and even a bag of chips. “Thank you, Baby boy.”

He stands there, mouth open, eyes not blinking. He just stares at you. “What?” You ask him.

“You just called me…”

“Get used to it.” You pucker your lips, sending him a kiss.

C h i f u y u

You were cuddling on the couch, not paying attention to what was playing on the TV. “And I love your hair.” He says, twirling a lock of your hair around his finger.

You both have been giving each other compliments, telling what you love most about each other.

“And I love your skin, and your eyes– actually, your whole face, and your body, and your personality, just your entire being.” He kisses the top of your head. “I love you.”

“Thank you, Baby boy. I love you, too.” You giggle.

“Uhhhhh,”

“What?” You ask.

“Baby boy? Really?”

“What?” You shrug. “I like it.” You mumble.

“Just don’t say it in front of the other guys, okay?” He chuckles. “I’ll never hear the end of it.”

“Okay, Baby boy” You smile.

“You’re gonna be the death of me."

D r a k e n

You couldn’t reach the remote and were far too comfortable to even attempt to get up.

Somewhere nearby, you could hear your boyfriend shuffling around and decided to make your call for help.

“Draken!” You called, hoping he would come into the room. Sure enough, Draken poked his head through the doorway and looked at you.

“Yes?~”

“Hey baby boy- can you get me the remote?” You asked while pointing at the remote besides the TV.

Draken was about to grab it but froze and turned to stare at you wide-eyed as he processed what you had just said.

“Wait a second.. What did you call me?”

“Draken?” You repeated questioningly.

“No no, not that.”

“Ah- baby boy?” You watched as his face lit up in excitement, the adoration for the new name clear on his face. “Sorry can you say it again?”

Realizing he was just trying to get you to repeat it, you rolled your eyes and shook your head. “Can you just get the remote?” You whined.

Draken grabbed the remote and walked over to where you were, holding it out to you. Before you could grab it however, Draken pulled it out of your reach.

“Can you ask one more time?”

Izana

As you two were standing in line waiting to order your food, you were low-key eavesdropping on the couple besides you.

They were cooing over each other with cheesy pet names and although you wanted to find it cringy, it was kind of cute.

The line moved forward and you nudged Izana who was spacing out.

“Come on baby boy-” You froze when you realized you had just addressed him by the pet name you’d heard from the couple.

izana's expression was absolutely blank as he looked at your flustered face.

After a few more seconds of staring, a laugh left his mouth and his face turned red.

“Baby-boy? Haha wow Y/N t-that’s cute- I MEAN, its cheesy, yeah it’s so c-cheesy like wow.. I thought you could think of -something better..” Izana stammered before nervously shuffling ahead.

It was one of the rare times you saw izana so lost for words, and you made a mental note to do it more often. Izana looked back at you to see if you were following.

“Are you coming babe?”

R a n

“I can’t find my phone baby boy!.” You informed Ran who was in the other room while you searched under the couches.

You heard a gasp followed by clattering and the sound of metal hitting the ground.

You hurriedly rushed into the kitchen to find Ran had knocked over half of the shelves of pots, but he was smiling at you brightly.

“Is everything okay?? What happened??” You asked worriedly, but Ran just ran to you. He pulled you into a big hug while cheering. You were confused, but just waited it out until he could explain his excitement.

“You called me baby boy! And damn it was so fucking cute and hot- I mean How long I’ve waited for this day!” Ran said dramatically, letting you go and swaying.

“For a pet name? If you wanted me to call you one before you could have asked.” You laughed.

R i n d o

Rindo was sitting on the couch flipping through the channels as you entered the room.

“Hey baby boy have you seen my phone?” You asked as he lifted his glass of water to his lips.

As soon as you said that, Rindo nearly spat the liquid out of his mouth. You looked up at him in concern while he struggled to gulp down the water, not wanting to make a mess.

Once he managed to swallow, he looked up at you like nothing had happened.

“Ahem. No, sorry. Haven’t seen it.”

You raised an eyebrow at his sudden change in demeanour from sweet to serious. “Is everything alright?” You just didn’t realize how Rindo was trying to contain himself.

“Yeah, everything’s fine. It might be upstairs, that’s where you forget it the most when you’re busy. I’d go look there if I were you.” He suggested as you thanked him and left the room.

As soon you were gone, Rindo hid his face behind his hands while giggling.

K o k o n o i

You were watching a movie with koko on a rainy evening. You were leaning against his shoulder when an idea suddenly surfaced in your head.

You shot up into a sitting position and nearly scared koko half to death. “Baby boy.” You yelled out.

“..What?” koko asked in confusion. You turned to look at him with a smile..

“Your nickname is gonna be baby boy. Because it sounds cute, and I like it.” You went back to leaning on him while he processed what you had said.

Slowly, a smile came across his face. He felt flattered.

“If I’m baby boy then I’ll call you mo-.”

You stopped koko without letting him finish his sentence, "Don't you even dare to think that."

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Hey there! I hope you enjoy reading it? It's totally up to you though~ Hope you're well and be safe!~

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natsfirecat · 3 years

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Okay! Here’s my request:

Natasha x asexual reader (female),where Natasha confesses her feelings for the reader, but the reader reluctantly rejects her. So after turning down Natasha’s declaration of love, the reader can’t stand seeing Natasha all beaten down and upset, so the reader confesses that she is asexual, telling Natasha that she deserves to be with someone who can give her everything and satisfy her needs. That the reader won’t be enough, no matter how much in love she is with Natasha. But little does the reader know, Natasha doesn’t want those needs, but you.

What do you think? 😃🖤💜🤍

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pairing: Natasha Romanoff x asexual fem reader

word count: 3.5k

summary: much to her dismay, r has to reject her crush, natasha

warnings: swearing, drinking, mentions of sex and sexual attraction, lmk if i need to add any more

A/N: thank you for this request! i love writing for asexual reader sm! i hope you like it, and remember that aces are valid and amazing! :D

also not proofread very well. i'm tired and too lazy rn lmao

You fiddled with your ring, staring blankly at the wall. You had just gotten home from a mission, and needed some time to rest up.

The mission had gone well, you went with Natasha. Your task was to stop a HYDRA attack on civilians. Everything went as planned, and there were no casualties.

Now that you were back, all you wanted to do was rest up and relax.

So, you did just that.

You only woke a few hours later because of Natasha calling you, saying that you had to debrief the mission.

So you reluctantly got out of bed, and made your way to the meeting room.

Fury was there, reading files, and Natasha sat in her usual seat. Her face lit up when you walked in, then she waved and motioned for you to sit down.

As Fury started going over the mission, you just gave short, straight to the point answers to his questions.

It wasn’t until Natasha gave a detailed summary that he let you leave.

While walking out the room, she stopped you.

“Are you going to Tony’s party tonight?”

“Wanda’s making me,”

She laughed, knowing that you most definitely would not be going to a social gathering unless one of your friends forced you.

“Well, I think it’ll be fun. I’ll see you there,”

You were about to shrug and go on a rant about how Tony’s parties were very much overrated, but she simply waved goodbye and made her way down the hallway back to her room.

You were about to do the same before you felt someone tap your arm from behind.

You whipped around, then grinned to see Carol.

“You’ve been back and haven’t seen me yet?”

“Sorry…” you muttered, suddenly feeling guilty.

“You can make it up to me by getting me food,”

You rolled your eyes, then agreed, knowing you would get yourself food too.

She gave you a satisfied smile before beginning to walk down the steps towards the garage of cars.

She stepped into the driver’s seat of course, while you followed behind in the passenger’s seat.

“IHOP?” She asked, despite the fact that it was 3:00 in the afternoon.

“Yes!”

“Great, you’re buying!”

You rolled your eyes, already knowing she would say that.

“So how’d the mission go?” She asked.

“It was fine, nothing exciting happened.

“As soon as we convince Fury to let you come to space with me for missions, things will get a lot more exciting for you,”

You smiled, then chuckled at her statement.

She would talk to you about space all the time, and you had often expressed interest in it. So she took it upon herself to make a slideshow presentation about why you should be allowed to go with her to space. It still needed some work, but she was absolutely planning on presenting it to Fury when it was done.

“Where will you take me?”

“Well we’d start off with something close, maybe not exit the galaxy neighborhood quite yet,”

You laughed again, looking forward to your space adventures with your best friend.

Carol had eaten about a quarter of her food before she broke the silence,

“So I heard you tell Natasha that you’re going tonight,”

“Yeah,” you said with a shrug, choosing to stare at your pancakes instead of making eye contact.

“Well that’s good, maybe you guys can talk and…”

“And what?” You were beginning to get a little irritated.

“Oh come on! We both know how you feel. Why can’t you just talk with her about it?”

“You know why, Carol,” you said as you subconsciously began to fidget with the black ring you always wore on the middle finger of your right hand.

She sighed, not wanting to fight you on this. So she went back to eating her pancakes, and didn’t say another word about it to you.

As you reluctantly promised, you were at the party that night. Not wanting to engage too much, you stood off at the edge of the room, taking a small sip of your drink.

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Wanda and Natasha talking. You thought nothing of it, until you saw Wanda wink at her.

You turned your head to the side, then accidentally made eye contact.

Quickly shifting your gaze to the floor, you took another sip of your drink to hide your embarrassment.

You then decided to walk away, not wanting to create any more awkward tension.

You made your way into the next room until you almost bumped into Sam, who gave you a weird look as he stepped away from you.

“You alright, L/N?” He asked.

“I’m good!” You told him, quickly walking away.

When you finally got to the corner of the other room, you took a deep breath. You finally let yourself relax against the wall, away from the person you wanted to avoid tonight.

You closed your eyes for a minute, pretending you weren’t here.

For just a moment, it worked; you weren’t a loud, crowded party. You were just happy in your room watching movies and eating popcorn. No one was bothering you, and you didn’t have to worry about anything.

Unfortunately, your moment didn’t last.

Your eyes opened again when you heard your name called several times. Standing in front of you, was Natasha.

You noticed both Wanda and Carol standing at the door, watching the both of you.

“Hi, Y/N,” she said, her voice shakier than normal. “There’s something I wanted to talk to you about, can we talk somewhere more private?”

You nodded, then began to follow her back the way you came until you were in another hallway that didn’t have anyone in it.

“Y/N,” she began. “I’ve always liked you as a person, I think you’re brilliant on the field, and I just love being around you. I feel these things around you, and it’s scary. But there’s something between us, I can feel it, and I think you feel it too. I’d like to explore these feelings, so… would you want to go out together… on a date?”

You let out a sigh as your heart dropped. You felt tears coming to your eyes as you thought about what she was saying to you. As much as it would hurt both of you, you had to do it.

“I’m really sorry, Natasha, but no. I can’t.”

“Oh-” she was taken aback from your response, unable to hide the disappointment in her voice. “This was stupid, you’re right. I’m sorry for even asking in the first place, I-” she couldn’t even finish her sentence before walking off, leaving you alone.

Two days later, Natasha had barely left her room. She stayed under the covers, mostly trying to sleep. Of course, it eventually turned into hours of staring at the ceiling while her stomach was in knots.

So, she took a sip from the bottle of vodka she brought up to her room, and leaned back against the headboard.

As soon as she felt tears forming in her eyes, she grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. She watched the saddest movies and TV shows she could think of, and ended up finishing the entire bottle.

If she was going to be sad and cry, it would be from too much drinking while watching sad stuff. It wouldn’t be from you. Natasha refused to let herself cry over a simple rejection.

But it wasn’t a simple rejection.

She’s had these feelings for you for months.

Your smile has made her heart flutter since your first mission with her. She vividly remembers the way your eyes lit up when you found out you were paired with her.

The two of you ended up working so well together. At the end of the mission, you held both your hands up for a double high five. The gesture confused her at first, but she eventually gave in and placed her hands against yours. That’s when you gave her the same smile that still gives her butterflies.

She didn’t even start to notice it until a few months ago, when Clint called her out on it. He noticed that your name was brought up in their conversations a lot. So he blatantly asked her what her feelings for you were.

Of course, she denied everything at first. You were just a friend who was nice to work with. Nothing more.

She didn’t fully realize it until Wanda called her out on it too.

You were eating breakfast, and Natasha’s eyes never left you. You exchanged smiles a few times, and the butterfly feeling in her stomach kept growing.

Wanda saw, feeling a smile grow on her face as she glanced between the two of you. Of course, her powers made this even more fun for her.

While she didn’t usually like to invade people’s private thoughts, especially her friends’, Natasha’s thoughts were loud. Yours too.

So after you got up, and waved goodbye to the both of them, Wanda immediately cornered Natasha. Normally, she wouldn’t do something like that to the assassin, but she felt okay with it considering that her thoughts of you softened her up a bit.

“So, when are you planning on asking Y/N out?” She asked her.

“What are you talking about?”

“You guys would make such a good couple, you should ask her out!”

“Absolutely not! We’re just friends,”

Wanda let out a huff, then rolled her eyes.

“You seem to forget that I’m a telepath,”

This time, Natasha rolled her eyes at her.

“Stay out of my head, Maximoff,”

And with that, she walked away, not wanting to talk about it any longer.

Of course, Wanda had other plans.

The next week, she made mental notes of how the two of you would interact. No matter how much you both denied it, she knew you had feelings for each other.

While you smiled around everyone, you smiled the most around her. Your eyes would light up, and you’d be grinning from ear to ear. And your smile would usually cause her to reciprocate it. She rarely smiled, but she was okay with you seeing her smile.

On top of that, Wanda noticed all the small gestures you would do for each other.

She would pack your bag for missions often, and you would share your food with her.

While both of those things could be seen as platonic, she knew better. You definitely had feelings for each other.

So when she brought it up to Natasha again, she couldn’t even deny it this time.

“Tell anyone, and I’ll make you feel pain you didn’t even know could be felt,” Natasha threatened her.

Wanda nodded, promising that she only wanted to help her.

Eventually, the assassin gave in and let her plan the whole thing out.

It would work out in the end, it had to.

Now, Natasha let out a growl of frustration as Wanda entered her room.

“Can you at least knock?”

“I’m worried about you, Nat,”

Despite her glares, Wanda continued walking towards her until she sat down on the foot of her bed.

“Why do you even care? You lied to me, you said it would work!”

“I really thought it would, I’m so sorry. But you can’t keep yourself locked in here, we’re all worried about you,”

“I can’t face her after I humiliated myself like that. Why would you tell me she had feelings for me too? You said you could tell from her thoughts, but she clearly doesn’t see me that way. Now I’ve probably ruined my friendship with her too.”

“I don’t know why that happened,”

“Please, just leave me alone.”

Letting out a disappointed sigh, Wanda realized this would get her nowhere. Natasha still needed a bit more time.

As she saw her friend leave the room, she finally allowed the tears to fall again.

She hated herself for it, but maybe she actually was crying over you.

It wasn’t like you were doing any better.

You only left your room to train with Carol, and to bring food back up to your room since you didn’t want to eat with everyone else.

You couldn’t help but notice the way Wanda glared at you when you passed her in the hallway. You ended up glaring right back, surprised by her sudden hostility towards you.

The two of you had been relatively close, but she was especially close with Natasha. You knew you had hurt her with your rejection, but in the end, you were doing her a favor.

She’d understand that eventually, and hopefully, so would Wanda.

For now, you lay in bed. You were clinging tightly onto your pillow, letting a few sobs escape.

Even though you knew the rejection was for the best, for both you and Natasha, it didn’t make it hurt any less.

You were only saving the both of you from future heartbreak. It would be worth it eventually. Soon enough, you’d both get over it and go back to being the friends you once were.

However, now you continued crying into your pillow.

You wished you could just turn feelings on and off with a switch, but you couldn’t. It would make things so much easier if these feelings didn’t exist in the first place.

You had tried to suppress and deny them at first.

You ignored the way you felt yourself smiling more at her. You ignored the way you felt like you were on top of the world when she returned your smile. You ignored the way your stomach turned into a knot of nerves whenever you touched; whether it was a full on hug or just fingers brushing past each other in the hallway.

When she sat next to you on movie night though, closer than she normally did, that’s when you realized you couldn’t ignore the feelings anymore.

You wanted to completely close the distance between the two of you, and snuggle completely into her. You wanted to kiss her, and hold her tight. You wanted everything to do with her.

But you couldn’t have her, and it hurt like hell.

After another two days, Carol came barging into your room.

“Y/N, what the fuck?” She said, getting straight to the point.

Your eyes widened, but you said nothing as she sat down and glared at you.

“You’ve been sulking for days, and haven’t done anything about it,”

You shrugged, sinking back father into the bed.

“What do you want me to do?”

“Talk to her!”

“No! I’m just gonna stay here until my feelings go away,”

“Y/N, I love you, platonically, but sometimes you’re the dumbest person I know,”

“Thanks, Carol,”

“Your feelings aren’t gonna magically go away like that. If you don’t wanna date her, then at least talk to her so you can both have some closure on this!”

“I can’t, she’d never understand and it’d just be a whole thing, and I don’t want that,”

“You explained it to me and I understood,”

“Well yeah, cuz it doesn’t affect you at all. It affects her because it’s the reason I can’t be with her,”

“Have you ever thought to consider that maybe she wouldn’t mind?”

“Of course she’d mind, Carol,”

Sighing, your best friend decided she wasn’t gonna win this battle today.

Despite her anger towards you, she still reached over and hugged you before getting up and leaving.

Once again, you were left alone in your own misery.

You began to fidget with your ring, staring at the flag on your wall. The black, grey, white, and purple colors stood out against the wall, adding a nice touch to your room.

You were obviously proud and unashamed of who you were, but that didn’t change the fact that so many people didn’t understand it. So it was just easier to not bring it up. Maybe one day you could find someone like you, who’d understand.

Tears began to fill your eyes as you thought about Natasha. You hated that you had to do this.

You weren’t even sure if you would be able to salvage your friendship at the end of this. That just made everything worse.

You lay back down again, clinging onto the pillow once more.

You remembered the way you felt when Natasha first smiled at you. You remembered the happiness she made you feel. You remembered just how much you wanted to be around her.

Luckily, your thoughts of misery finally stopped when you managed to fall asleep.

The next day, Carol dragged you out of your room. Literally dragged, she grabbed both your wrists and pulled you out of the bed until you hit the floor.

“Ow! What the fuck?”

“No more sulking, you’re getting up and not coming back to your room until tonight. Let’s go,”

You sighed in defeat, then stood up, following her out of your room.

She dragged you downstairs to the kitchen, where she already had breakfast laying out for you.

As annoyed as you were with her, you definitely thought it was sweet that she was going through all this effort for you.

So you sat down and began eating, forcing a smile. You were still hurting, but for now, you could fake it in front of your friend.

She sat down next to you, and seemed satisfied.

You gave a small smile, then continued eating.

It was progress.

When Natasha finally came down, you were the last person she expected to see. Her bloodshot, puffy eyes widened as she saw you with Carol.

She immediately looked away, not wanting to face you, especially like this.

Unfortunately for her, you had already made eye contact for a moment. You took in her appearance, letting out a deep exhale.

She refused to say anything, then turned around as if she had never been there in the first place.

As soon as she left, you turned back to Carol.

“I really messed up, didn’t I?”

As much as the logical part of your mind tried to convince you not to do this, the other part was currently making you.

So now, you stood outside Natasha’s bedroom, hand hovering over the door, prepared to knock.

You took in a few deep breaths, trying to prepare yourself. Just as you were about to knock, the door swung open before you were ready.

“Y/N?” Natasha didn’t expect to see you after what happened. “What are you doing?”

“Can we please talk?”

She frowned, thinking about what happened the last time you two talked. But, she opened the door wider, letting you in.

You walked over to her bed, waiting for her to nod, giving you permission to sit down.

“I just wanted to start off by saying that I’m really sorry for this, for hurting you like that,”

“You don’t need to apologize. You can’t change how you feel.”

“I know, but here’s the thing; I have feelings for you too,”

Her eyes widened in both shock and confusion.

“Then why’d you say no?”

You took in a few more deep breaths, preparing yourself.

“I’m asexual,” you finally got out. “While I feel romantic attraction to you, and really like you, I’m not sexually attracted to you. I’m not sexually attracted to anyone.”

She tilted her head to the side, but continued listening as you went on.

“So as much as I do like you, it’s not fair for us to be together. You deserve someone who can give you everything you want and need in a relationship, and I can’t do that.” You told her, trying to prevent yourself from crying. “No matter how much I love you, I won’t be enough,”

That’s what broke you, causing the tears to stream down your face as they had so many times within the past few days. Telling her everything you had been thinking, and finally getting it out.

You noticed a few tears forming in her eyes as she sat down next to you, wrapping her arm around your shoulder.

“Thank you for telling me,” she said. “I wish you had told me earlier, though,”

“I know, I’m sorry,”

“You’re wrong though,”

“About what?”

“You are enough for me, Y/N. I don’t care about sex, I just want you.”

“Really? You mean it?”

“Of course I do,”

You let out a gasp, then turned and wrapped both your arms around her, leaning in between her chest and neck.

“You’re okay with kisses though, right?”

You smiled, then leaned in and crashed your lips against hers. That certainly answered her question.

It felt like a weight was lifted off the both of you. You loved being like this with her, lips connected and arms wrapped around one another. You never wanted to let go.

When you had to break apart for air, Natasha smirked at you.

“So how about that date now?”

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