#shoutout also to the very fucked up way i write the letter y but only digitally

[ph-cutie]

de bunnies again

#sorry for the extremely niche concept i have an eccentric mind that thinks about bunnies all day #disco elysium #harrier du bois #hdb #harry du bois #klaasje amandou #dolores dei #cindy the skull #disco elysium fanart #my art #extravagances #shoutout also to the very fucked up way i write the letter y but only digitally

[scarlettwitcher]

Baby Girl Chapter One

Summary: Y/n tried to avoid her past with a certain Statesmen but when they’re partnered back up for a mission that could cost millions their lives, Y/n must make the right choice. (This is the Kingsman: The Golden Circle movie basically in writing with reader insert. I recommend watching the movie, it’s amazing! It’s on Amazon Prime Video.)

Characters: Agent Whiskey, Agent Gin(Y/n), Tequila, Ginger Ale, Eggsy, Merlin, Champ, Harry, mentions of Poppy, Charlie, and Clara in coming chapters..

Word Count: 2.327

Warnings: Canon typical violence, angst, cursing, fluff here and there, uh guns?

Author’s Note: We’re finally here! I have been working so hard on this series and I have finally finished it! I’m so excited to be sharing this. Shoutout to my lovely @giftofdreams​ for being an amazing beta and friend. Also send my girl @queenxxxsupreme​ some love. After this series, I’ll be working hard on my requests and on my existing August Walker Series. Don’t worry, I didn’t forget it babes. Thanks for all the love I receive daily! If you’d like to be a tag, please send in an ask! As always, thanks for reading, feedback is always welcome/needed. Also, please reblog! I know this fandom is kinda small but I’d love for people to find this fic. I just worked so hard on it and I want it to get the love it deserves. Love to you all!

The loud sound of rain burned into Eggsy’s ears as he stared at the broken-down building in front of him. He didn’t know whether he should scream, cry, or curse anyone who was listening. He looked up to see a black figure walking towards him, holding a black bag. He immediately reacted, pulling out his gun, aiming it straight at his head. As the figure stepped closer, Merlin's face became visible to him but he never lowered his gun. Slowly the both of them started to walk towards each other as Eggsy gripped his gun harder, feeling it's weight get heavier with every step. “Someone decides to wipe out every Kingsman property, every agent, and somehow, conveniently, you weren't at home.”

Neither of them stopped walking towards each other, walking between all of the rubble of Eggsy’s blown up home. “I could say the same thing about you.

Finally, Eggsy stopped when he was a few feet away from Merlin, his voice cracking from emotion. “What, you think I'd kill Roxy? And my mate, Brandon, and my fucking dog?”

“No. You think I would?” Eggsy kept his gun trained on Merlin as he swallowed thickly. Merlin held up the black bag towards him, opening it up and pulling a robotic arm, holding it up. “This thing hacked us. Clearly, this arm can be remotely controlled. I'm only alive because my address wasn't on the database with the agents. Whoever Charlie's working with doesn't think that mere staff are missile-worthy.”

Eggsy scoffed angrily as he lowered his gun, his voice raising an octave. “This ain't funny. Roxy is dead! Everyone's dead! Gone! Do you even care?”

“Pull yourself together. Remember your training. There's no time for emotion in this scenario.” Eggsy nodded quietly in understanding. “Now, as all surviving agents are present, we follow the doomsday protocol. When that's done, and only then… you may shed a tear in private.”

Eggsy sighed deeply as he nodded. The loud sound of thunder echoed between the two men filling in the absence of conversation. The deaths of all the Kingsman weighed heavy on their hearts. “Okay. What's the doomsday protocol?”

“We go shopping.” Both of the men decided to take the night off and try to sleep. It was a restless sleep for both. First thing in the morning, they both headed for Berry Bros & Rudd; Wine merchants. They walked in dressed to the nines. Merlin approached one of the workers. “We're from Kingsman. We'd like to buy some wine and use tasting room number three, please.” The man in the shop nodded quickly, before taking both of them towards the room. The man left, leaving Eggsy and Merlin alone. “Not one of my predecessors has ever been in this situation before. Thank God.” Merlin walked towards a distinctive place in the wall, recognizing a familiar shape. He pulled out a pendant, exactly like one Harry had given Eggsy when he was younger. “A-ha. Remember this?” He showed it to Eggsy who smiled softly, remembering its significance. 

“Yeah, how could I forget?” Eggsy watched as Merlin turned towards the wall, slipping the pendant into the shape, fitting perfectly into the molding. Loud sounds of locks being opened and gears turning filled the room. The wall slid open, revealing a black safe. 

Merlin pointed towards the safe as he spoke to Eggsy. “Whatever's in that safe is the answer to all our problems.” Merlin got to quickly opening the safe. Pulling the door open, his brows furrowed in confusion as he leaned closer to see what he was looking at. “Huh.” He pulled out a bottle of whiskey with clear big letters that read “Statesman” on the front. He showed it to Eggsy who looked confused.

“Is that it?”

“I suppose that must be upper-class humor.” Merlin looked down at the bottle, analyzing it for a few seconds before looking back up to Eggsy. “I don't get it.”

“Me neither. What the fuck are we supposed to do now?”

“I think we should drink a toast to our fallen comrades.” Merlin served both of them cups of the Whiskey. Eggsy grabbed one and held it up towards Merlin as he grabbed his own cup, doing the same. They clinked their cups together. 

“To Roxy.”

“Roxy.” Merlin oohed in admiration of the taste. Eggsy nodded his approval as well as they served another round, doing what they had previously done again. “To Arthur.”

“Arthur.” They both drank their whiskey before Eggsy stopped in thought. “Mmm. Should we do one for JB?”

“I think we should.” Eggsy pulled out a chair, sitting across from Merlin as they poured more whiskey. They took a drink for every fallen Kingsman. Leaving the bottle almost empty, Merlin started to cry, wiping at his eyes in pain with his handkerchief. “I should have seen it coming. Charlie, the taxi. It's all my fault.” Both men had forgone their jackets and glasses as they spoke.

“No, that's bullshit, Merlin. It ain't all your fault. You're the best, bruv. Honestly, without you, I'd have lost it a long time ago.”

There was a moment of silence between the two as Eggsy placed his hand on Merlin's shoulder. Merlin stayed quiet before reaching for the almost empty bottle. "I think we should drink to Scotland."

Eggsy quickly took the bottle away from Merlin. "I think we've probably had enough, to be honest." He analyzed the bottle as Merlin cleaned his glasses. 

"You're probably right." Eggsy stared at the bottle. Looking closer he saw a small print at the bottom of the back of the sticker, 'Distilled in Kentucky'. The K looked very familiar to him before it clicked. 

"Merlin."

"Aye?"

"I think we're going to Kentucky."

"Fried Chicken? I love fried chicken."

"No, proper Kentucky. Look." Eggsy placed the bottle on the table as Merlin slipped his glasses on. 

"You know what else I love? Country and western music." Before Eggsy could say anything, Merlin started to sing. Eggsy was annoyed but listened quietly anyways. "Country roads, Take me home, To the place I belong.." The boys moved quickly, getting what few things they had left before flying over to the distillery. They noticed a tour happening as they arrived and they followed behind as the woman spoke. She didn't let them into a large warehouse, explaining something about how the temperature is perfect for the barrels and both men stopped. Eggsy scanned the door with his watch, nodding towards it. 

"Biometric security scanner just to protect a few old barrels of whiskey? Pull the other one, love." 

Merlin fiddled with his tablet as Eggsy watched him. "Got it." The door slid open behind Eggsy. They looked around before skidding in. Eggsy kept his hand up with his watch, surveying the area. They looked around amazed at all of the giant barrels. 

"Are you getting anything?"

"Not yet."

"Fucking hell."

"It's a shame it's not scotch." Merlin's tablet started to beep loudly. "Hang on." He looked at the image, showing underneath them was the base. "According to this, there's a huge underground structure right beneath us." Merlin walked quickly to the end to place his tablet down, grabbing an axe placed lazily on the side. "And if my calculations are correct…" He moved towards the main barrel in the middle, holding the axe tightly. "This is the way in." Without a second thought, Merlin hit the wall with all his strength, denting and making a hole on the barrel. Whiskey gushed out of it and both men panicked. 

"Fucking hell, Merlin. Shit." Merlin moved quickly, covering the hole with his hand. 

“You know, my mama, she always told me us southerners get our good manners from the British.” A man slowly walked towards them, holding a shotgun loosely in his hand as it rested on his shoulder. Eggsy tried to act casual, crossing his arms and leaning on the barrel as Merlin kept his hand on the hole he created. “I was thinkin', ain't that a pity. Y'all kept nothing for yourselves. Y'all ain't never heard of knocking before you enter?” The man turned his head slightly, smirking before spitting to his left. 

“Well, actually we had an invitation. Didn't we?” Eggsy looked over at Merlin as he nodded quickly.

“Yeah.”

“Oh, did you now?” The man watched them unamused.

“Yeah. It came in the shape of a bottle. We're from the Kingsman tailor shop in London. Maybe you've heard of us?”

“Oh, the Kingsman.”

“Yeah.”

“Huh. That's where y'all got them fine suits and them fancy spectacles y'all got on?” The man pointed towards them with the end of the shotgun, acting like he knew what they were saying was enough.

“Exactly.” Merlin nodded his head enthusiastically, almost as if he hoped they made the right decision. 

“That's right.”

“Y'all look damn sharp. Let me see if I got it right, here. You want me to believe that it's normal for a tailor to hack through an advanced biometric security system with nothing but a little bitty old watch on?” Eggsy clenched his jaw nervously as Merlin frowned. They were starting to realize their name meant nothing. Merlin looked over at Eggsy with concern as Eggsy rolled his eyes, staring the man down.  “I can promise you,” The man grabbed his shotgun, loading it as he twirled it effortlessly in his hand, aiming it at both of them. “That dog don't hunt.” With the shotgun, he motioned for both of them to get down. “So why don't you go on and get down on your knees and tell me who you really work for.” 

Eggsy raised his eyebrows, mocking the man before looking over at Merlin tight-lipped, as Merlin nodded, silently saying, ‘okay, you asked me to’. He removed his hand as the barrel started to leak again, dropping whiskey all over the floor. The man quickly sucked up some saliva, spitting it across the way on the hole, covering it perfectly.  Eggsy looked at Merlin with disgust before turning back towards the man with the same expression. “That's 1963 Statesman Reserve. You just made it personal.”

The man walked towards both of them, as they ran towards him at the same time as well. Eggsy raised his fist, ready to punch but the man ducked and hit him in the back with the shotgun. Merlin lunged for him next. The man hit him in the abdomen, looping his arm around Merlin’s and used his body weight to throw him against the barrel, knocking him out cold. Eggsy took out his gun but the man used the shotgun to trap his arm between his body and the shotgun before swinging it around and smacking it out of his hand with his shotgun. The momentum of the hit threw Eggsy on his knees as he swung the shotgun into his ribs, swinging it the other way around. Eggsy blocked the hit but still groaned in pain as the hit threw him against the barrel. The man pinned Eggsy’s arm with his shotgun before moving quickly to flip through Eggsy’s watch until he found the stun option. He pulled Eggsy off of the barrel and angled it so he shot himself with the dart. Eggsy stared at him in surprise as the man smirked. Eggsy moved to touch his neck where the dart was as he went limp on his legs. “Who the fuck are you?” Eggsy stepped back once before falling onto his back, blacking out quickly like Merlin. 

“You’re right. You are getting better Tequila, almost as good as me.” The man, Tequila, looked up to the left where you slowly stepped out of the shadows. You licked your lips as you walked over to the limp bodies on the floor. You bent down beside Eggsy and reached out, touching his watch admiring the technology. “I guess you didn’t need me after all.” 

Tequila smiled and shook his head as he nudged Merlin with his foot. “Now darlin’, don’t say that. You know I love having you around.”

“Well, duh. I’m a fucking catch.” Tequila laughed out at your comment before moving to grab Merlin, throwing him over his shoulder as he motioned towards Eggsy with a nod of his head. 

“Can you handle him?” You frowned and shook your head. You were smaller than Eggsy and even though you were strong, you weren’t that strong. 

“I can drag him.” You grabbed his arms and slowly pulled him towards the real elevator, dragging him inside as you huffed. He was heavy. Tequila laughed as he watched you and you glared at him. 

“Did you hear?”

“What?”

“Whiskey might be coming down this weekend. Something about a meeting.” You visibly tensed as you clenched your jaw. You took a deep breath as Tequila watched you concerned.

“I didn’t know. How long?” You didn’t even realize you whispered this until Tequila reached over pulling you into his arms. The big lug basically swallowed you in his big arms but you didn’t care. You wrapped an arm around his waist before letting out a shaky breath. 

“Just for the weekend. Has he tried to talk to you?” You shook your head as the elevator stopped, indicating you were on the floor you needed. “Good. How about we go to that restaurant I told you about?”

“Sounds nice Tequila. We’ll take Ginger. She’s really been wanting to go there.”

“It’s a date.” You giggled at his remark. You grabbed Eggsy once more, slowly dragging him towards the interrogation room you had. Once Tequila secured Merlin into his chair, Tequila moved quickly, securing Eggsy beside him. You sat in the far side of the room as Tequila took his place in front of the both of them, leaning on the table. He licked his lips, trying not to show how much he would enjoy this as he leaned over, slapping the both of them out of their unconsciousness. This was going to be fun.

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[heartofholland]

bitter - p.p.

summary: you worked your whole life for this, and peter parker took it away without a single second thought.

word count: 2.5k

warnings: a bit of swearing but for comedic effect i swear

authors note: this is my first (and most likely last) time writing. if its not good blame my C in english <3. this idea randomly came to me in the middle of the night and i though i’d give it a shot. shoutout @hollanderheart​ for not only motivating me to write and post this but also being my own personal hype woman at all times. enjoy!!

---

You had never had a solid reason to hate Peter Parker. He was smart, quiet, and always kind to you and everyone around him. You thought he was a nice boy, and never had a problem with him. Until now.

Until Peter fucking Parker stole your internship.

The news was initially broken to you through hallway gossip. Not believing the story, you went straight to the only person who you knew wouldn’t feed you bullshit, MJ.

“Did Peter get the Stark internship?” You practically screamed. MJ turned, stunned from your sudden close proximity and your wide, questioning eyes. Closing her locker after grabbing the books she needed for her next class, she answered, “Yeah, he’s had it for like a week, why?”

“And you didn’t think to tell me?” Your back hit the lockers and you rubbed your face in frustration.

“Well, I didn’t know you were so invested in Peter’s business all the sudden,” she quipped, not realizing you weren’t in the mood based on the death glare you returned.

“You realize I’ve been working on getting that internship for like, my whole life right?” You scoffed and let your head fall back and hit the locker.

“It must’ve slipped my mind, my bad.” she replied coolly.

You groaned, “I can’t believe Peter Parker just destroyed my future.”

“I’m gonna sit this breakdown out, I have to study for my Calc test.”  She gave you a sympathetic pat on the shoulder before making her way to the library.

There you stayed, leaning on the lockers frozen with solitude, or was it anger? You couldn’t quite tell.

The rest of the morning passes with a breeze, just going through the motions of your daily routine without even thinking. Everything just felt numb. The final bell rang, allowing you to get away from the possibility of making any contact with Peter. The hatred you held for that boy was unimaginable.

The internship at hand was a once in a lifetime experience. The September Foundation Internship. One high school junior, hand picked by Tony Stark himself, was hired to work alongside the mastermind for an entire year. Rumors claim that if you’re cool enough, he lets you try on the suit. Others claim that if you stay late enough, you can see the Avengers in their daily lives. But no one has ever been able to verify them. Now meeting the Avengers would be cool and all but that's not why you wanted this internship. By featuring this on your applications, it was basically one way ticket to acceptance.

To any school. Anywhere.

Though your resume may be long winded, having the internship on there puts you ahead of any other student there. And if you were trying to get into MIT, it definitely wouldn’t hurt to be friends with an alumni. A very prevalent alumni who donates large sums of money each year.

What irked you the most was that you didn’t even get a letter of rejection. You had to find out through gossip. Like really? How long does it take to write an email?

Hey sorry you sucked so much that you didn’t get the internship. Better luck next time!

XOXO Iron Man :)

Sure, Peter Parker was a hard worker with a big brain but there was no way he was more qualified for that job. You had hundreds of hours of community service, a spotless report card, professional relationships with many prominent authoritative figures, and you participated in extracurriculars that Peter hadn’t even heard of. So how did he get in over you? Sure he has marching band, academic decathlon and robotics but in no way could that ever put you a step above him. It’s not like he’s some sort of superhero saving lives.

The fact that you couldn’t come up with a single thing that could make him stand out over you annoyed you to no end. The internal conflict occupied your brain for almost a week until you decided to confront Peter.

You spotted him in the cafeteria, laughing with Ned acting like he did absolutely nothing wrong.

Oh boy did he have it coming.

“So how’d you do it?” you accused, slamming your lunch tray down and sitting down across from him. Ned scootched away suddenly uncomfortable with your closeness and accusatory voice. Since becoming official with Betty, he knew how women’s emotions worked (to an extent) and he knew that tone did not mean sunshine and rainbows.

“W-What are you talking about?” he squeaked, confusion written all over his face. His eyes bouncing all over your features as if it would help predict what you were going to say to him.

“The September Foundation Internship,” you started with a calmer tone, “How’d you beat out all 5000 candidates, including yours truly?” You smiled innocently, but Peter knew that look meant anything but.

He looked around for a second, coming up with absolutely any excuse to satisfy your jealousy, “I did- I didn’t ask Mr. Stark so- so I really don’t know.” He turned to Ned widening his eyes as if sending a telepathic call for help. Ned frantically shook his head, not wanting any part of his problem. He deals with enough angry teenage girls as it is, he wouldn’t voluntarily put up with any more than he needed.

Peter panicked, spouting out the first thing that came to mind, “Well in my application I-I mentioned that I like to build LEGOS, so I guess Mr. Stark assumed I’m good with my hands?” uncertainty prevalent in his voice. He visibly winced at that poor excuse of reasoning.

You were surprised, “Oh, ok. Thanks Peter,” getting up to move towards your typical spot in the cafeteria.

“Real smooth, bet you really fooled her there,” Ned teased his friend, noticing the concern on his face, “What was I supposed to do? Just casually mention I’m Spider-man? She wouldn’t believe me!” Peter weighed.

LEGOs.

A toy that was meant for children beat you out. Embarrassed was an understatement. You played with Barbies and Polly Pockets! You even played with the sexist “girly” version of LEGOs! Granted you probably haven’t picked up a toy in maybe 10 years but still! That just isn’t fair.

---

“Mr. S-Stark could I have some advice?” Peter was quite literally shitting his pants with nervousness.

Tony looked up from his blasters he was tinkering with, “I mean you can ask but I can’t guarantee I can be your Dalai Lama” he taunted.

“Um okay well,” Peter gulped, “This really pretty girl at my school is mad at me and I don’t know what to do”

Tony was stunned, “Girls talk to you? And you hold a conversation? Congrats kid you’re growing up!”

Peter was embarrassed, “Well, not exactly. You know that internship you host every year?” His hands were shaking from nervousness, so he dropped his web shooters and clasped them in his lap so Tony wouldn’t notice. But of course he did, setting down his blasters and turning his chair to put his complete focus on Peter.

Well that totally makes this conversation easier!

“Of course. But I’m not giving it to you. I spend enough time with you already as it is.”  

That helped ease his stress, “Well to cover for Spider-Man I just tell everyone I do the Stark internship, forgetting that there is a real internship. So this girl applied for the September Foundation Internship and is mad because she thinks I took it from her. But that's crazy because she's like the nicest person and worked so hard for this internship and there is no one I know that is more deserving of the spot and-,” Tony cuts him off, knowing the boy could ramble for days.

“What’s her name?” He questions, “Y/N Y/L/N, But I’m not asking you to like give it to her because that’s not fair, just give her a tour of the tower or something for her to finally realize I’m not that important around here,” Peter justifies.

“I’ll see what I can do.” With that, he walked out of the lab.

---

You’ve accepted the fact that you didn’t get the position and have continued to build your resume, filling in the space you left for the internship.

“Mr. Harrington? Flash isn’t here today so do you want me to do the lab alone?” You asked, grateful your annoying lab partner isn’t there attempting every pick up line in existence on you. Each one followed up with a denial and you completed the lab on your own.

“No,” Mr. Harrington said. “Ned’s partner isn’t here either so you can pair up with him.”  

Begrudgingly, you stood up to join Ned at his lab table. Curious you ask, “Who is your partner?”, Ned hesitates in his answer, “Oh, Peter is busy with the Stark internship.”

Nevermind. Any progress of acceptance you thought you’d made was gone.

“Oh, okay.” You ended the conversation knowing you couldn’t handle dwelling on your failures any longer.

You would’ve been able to juggle the internship and school. Peter can’t even stay a whole day of school without leaving. This was just another reason why you were more qualified than him.

-

Peter was just arriving at Avengers tower to talk to Mr. Stark about how he altered his web shooters to increase the output of webs. He took the elevator up, assuming he would just be in the lab like he always is. And he was there, just not alone. He catches their attention when walking in, embarrassed to be seen so caught off guard.

“Ah Peter! So good to see you! I want you to meet our newest intern, Y/N Y/L/N!” Tony smirks at the boy whose eyes are blown wide staring at the girl in front of her.

“H-Hi Y/N. C-congrats on the internship.”

“Thank you Peter.”

“Well I have to go check on Cap, he gets angry when he doesn’t have his green smoothie. You guys get comfortable with each other! But not too comfortable, I don’t need to see any angsty teenager lovers in my presence.” Tony winked at Peter before he left the lab.

“Well that's awkward,” the girl begins, “I think I just stole your job.”

“Wh-what?” his eyebrows knitted together.

“Well you’re always gone for the Stark Internship so I just assumed it was the September Foundation Internship?” Now they’re both confused, clearly Mr. Stark wasn’t clear on Peter’s affiliation with him.

“N-no I just do a different intern job for Mr. Stark. I-I just clean up the lab.”

He has really gotta pick up his excuse game.

“So you’re a janitor?” She frowns.

“N-no I just make sure it’s tidy for Mr. Stark, organize the supplies and order more when he needs,” Peter stuttered.”

Ok now he's improving with his justification skills.

“Oh ok? Well I have to go, I have a charity thing.” You made a solid attempt at cutting the tension between you both..

---

“I didn’t ask you to do that.”

Tony spins his chair, spotting Peter at the entrance. “Well I reviewed her application and you were right, she does deserve it. Plus, I know how you struggle with the ladies, so in a way I was throwing you a bone, whilst still getting a prodigy by my side.”

His jaw set, “I’ll have you know I am perfectly good with the ladies and don’t need your help,” Peter stormed out of the lab like a toddler.

“That’s not what you said in the lab the other day!” He calls after him, knowing full well he was out of earshot.

---

Peter has never felt so relieved than when the quinjet touched down on the top of the building. The mission was a complete disaster. If he had to explain the definition of “abort mission” he’d probably start with that.

After stepping off the quinjet, Peter made a beeline for the kitchen. His throat scratched every time he swallowed, probably from yelling into the coms trying to navigate through the pure chaos.

Passing by Wanda, he could tell by her facial expression he wasn’t in good shape. He could feel the dried blood stuck to his skin and the smell of sweat was unavoidable from even 10 feet away.

After his five minute walk, which would be better described as a limp, he made it to just get a glass of water. Finally, the rush of moisture runs through his whole body. Whilst peacefully chugging his entire cup of water he hears the sound of glass shattering, followed by the words,

“What. The. Fuck.”

He knows the voice from anywhere. Hell, he hears it on the morning announcements with Betty every goddamn morning. Frozen, he doesn’t know what his next move is. Does he run and act like it never happened? Does he just accept it and brush it off like no big deal? His rough draft of an explanation is slowly being put together in his head when you move in front of him.

“You’re not an intern. You’re fucking Spider-man.”

“O-oh hey Y/N, didn’t see you there”

Real smooth Parker. Why don’t you talk about your LEGO skills again. Just try and see if you can make this conversation any more awkward than it needs to be.

“Cut the bullshit. Why didn’t you tell me?”

She always knows how to get straight to the point. Something he always admired about her.

“I-I-I didn’t think it was important?” The apprehension isn’t helping his persuasion skills in the slightest.

“Oh being an Avenger is just a common occurrence nowadays?” You push, determined to get a real answer and not a half assed excuse.

“I mean if you live around here yeah everyone is some kind of super hu-”

“Peter.” You cut him off, annoyance obvious in your tone.

He sighed, “Yes. I am Spider-man. The only people who know are Ned, Aunt May, and the rest of the Avengers. And now you.” Distress was obvious on his face

You began to feel guilty once you saw the panic on his face, “I won’t tell anyone,” you squeak, the first drop of sympathy Peter has ever received from you.

“Thank you, I’m sorry for not telling you. You’re part of the team and deserve a real confession, not finding out by accident.”

The guilt train is on a two way track tonight!

“No, it was your secret. You deserve your privacy.” A small smile tugged at the edges of your lips.

“Thank you for being so understanding. Now that the secret is out maybe we could work together on my suit sometime?”

Peter is nervous. Why is he nervous? Did he just accidentally ask her on a date. Oh god what if she isn’t interested?

“I’d love to Peter! It's a date!” Your smile beaming gave Peter a surge of confidence, and he reached around your waist to pull you into a hug. You were both ecstatic to have finally started to see each other as friends, and even a little more than that.

Your trances were broken when you finally spoke up, “Maybe you should take a shower first,” as you finally realized the stench in your close proximity.

A flush creeping up his face when he realized. “Let me go shower then we can continue this,” he beams.

“See you then Spider-man!”

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[drawlfoy]

Drawn to You (cheesy but i refuse to change it)

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pairing: draco x ravenclaw!reader (finally! my first ravenclaw reader!)

request: yes! i’m pairing two together, kind of...if you requested the draco x ravenclaw reader without any other plot specifications other than him being jealous, this one is kind of for you. i didn’t know how to fit the jealousy part in, but you sounded thrilled to have anything ravenclaw and this was next on my list and i didn’t know what to write since i had no other plot points. also...the person who sent this request in, this is for you as well! it’s getting out much sooner than expected, but that’s just because i’m combining.

summary: draco notices a ravenclaw girl doodling him in class and decides to confront her.

warnings: none! just sweet fluff, maybe some cursing.

a/n: oof i’m so sorry for not posting anything for a while! i’ve been going through a rough introspective moment in my life when it comes to my relationship and i feel like i’m on the verge of a breakup and i just kinda feel shitty, so that’s why i’m not writing as much as i should be. i’ll be okay, though, i have no doubt about it. if you have words of wisdom i’m all ears haha. also shoutout to my laptop for deleting the draft of this and making me rewrite the whole thing LOL

music recs: orpheus under the influence from the buttertones

word count: 1,812

taglist: @accio-rogers

Umbridge was a horrible teacher, even when she wasn’t acting bigoted and racist. Her classroom was so soulsuckingly boring that even her Slytherin pets found themselves tired of it. 

So, naturally, as Umbridge instructed the students to copy down a passage from their blasted textbook three times, Draco Malfoy couldn’t help but let his eyes wander across the room.

He was always an efficient writer and made quick work of the task, but as he scanned the room, he found that no one else was in the same boat as he was. He ran his fingers through his hair, already drafting the letter that he’d send his father when he got back to the dorms about how Umbridge sucked the life out of every class and that the ministry ought to do something about it. His father would find something to do to make her treat students, or at the very least, Slytherin students, better.

The back of his neck tingled, like someone was watching him. Draco’s eyes shot around the room, trying to see if another pair of eyes were trained on him. 

There. 

It was a brief moment, but he had seen a girl with Y/H/C hair duck her head down at the table by the door. Looking closer, he could see a blue and bronze tie around her neck. The girl was wearing her uniform, but it looked slightly tampered with--a brooch and a flower were attached to her lapels and a midnight blue scrunchie resided on her wrist. 

Ah, he knew who it was. He had never spoken directly to Y/N Y/L/N before (he was never close to any Ravenclaws), but he often saw her floating through the halls, conversing quietly but passionately with her friends at meals, and curled intently over what he thought was a journal in the library. She had a slightly dreamy vibe, but not in the loony Luna fashion...it just seemed as though she looked at everything around her through a different, more delicate lens.

Draco knew he needed to stop observing her like a creep, but there was something off about the Ravenclaw. She was intently focusing on a piece of parchment in front of her, but her textbook was forgotten and pushed off to the side.

She swiftly glanced up again, meeting his eyes and freezing for a moment. A soft rose began blooming on her cheeks as she tried to nonchalantly scan the room, pretending like she wasn’t just looking at him. After she seemed satisfied, she ducked back down to whatever she was working on.

Then it hit him. Her hand was moving in methodical but varied strokes and she often spun the parchment to regard it at a new angle. Draco realized that she wasn’t writing--no, she was drawing something. 

He leaned forward in his chair, attempting to catch a glimpse of the picture. His tries were in vain, however, as he was much too far away to make out anything.

Draco was overtaken by an intense curiosity to know what she was drawing, and in typical Slytherin fashion, he had a plan. 

Raising his hand, he asked Umbridge if he could go to the loo. She quickly granted permission--he was one of her favorite students, after all. 

He rose up from his chair, carefully maneuvering his path so he would be forced to walk past Y/N’s table to get to the door. The girl was so engrossed in her work that she didn’t even hear him approaching.

However, once he saw what she was drawing, his previous swagger and slyness crawled into a hole and died, instead leaving him frozen with shock.

Y/N’s careful hand was meticulously adding eyelashes to a sketch of him leaning over his own textbook and writing, as he had been doing just minutes before. Picture Draco’s eyes were narrowed in gentle concentration, her handiwork capturing the intelligent glimmer in his eyes just perfectly. A piece of hair hung over his forehead, just barely tickling his brow. 

Suddenly self conscious, Draco reached his hand up to feel his forehead, and sure enough, a stray hair lay there. 

She had done a really good job. It was almost as if she had taken a picture and pressed it into the parchment, and he wasn’t sure how to feel about it.

The sudden rustling of his robes jolted Y/N out of her trance, and just as she was beginning to look up at Draco, he bolted off, his mind racing even faster than his feet.

♥♥♥♥

“You’ve got an admirer, Y/N!” Melanie, a fellow Ravenclaw, giggled into her ear. 

“Huh!” Y/N responded, looking up from her dinner plate.

“Yeah, look over at the Slytherin table, you’ll see.” The blonde shoved her shoulder playfully, motioning with her head. 

Y/N raked her eyes up and down the table, not seeing anyone in particular, until she stopped at the very end of it. 

Draco Malfoy’s eyes were unnervingly bore into hers from across the hall, making the hairs on the back of her neck stand up.

“Are you sure he’s admiring me, Melanie?” Y/N quipped, nervous amusement creeping into her tone. “He looks like he’s going to skin me alive instead.”

Melanie shrugged, spearing a roasted carrot on her fork. 

“You never know with those Slytherins. They’re so unpredictable. One day they’re all over you, the next...” Melanie sighed, and Y/N had a feeling that her friend was no longer offering advice, rather sharing her own personal experience with one Pansy Parkinson. 

“I’m sorry, you didn’t deserve to be treated like that,” Y/N comforted, placing a hand on her shoulder. “You’re more than someone to experiment around with, and you’re gonna find your person one day!” 

They were silent for a few moments.

“Speaking of finding people,” Melanie said, “Where did Draco go?”

Y/N looked over to where he had been sitting moments before, only to see his seat vacant. The Slytherin table looked oddly empty without their token head of silvery blonde hair. 

She only had a few moments to wonder before a throat cleared behind her. Spinning around, Y/N was greeted with the sight of a rather flustered looking Draco Malfoy.

“Er... hey, Malfoy, can I help you?” Y/N cringed at how professional she sounded, like a saleswoman welcoming him into a store.

He cleared his throat again. 

“Yeah, can I talk to you for a second?” He stayed stationary, his eyes flickering nervously and refusing to meet hers. “Alone, if that’s alright?”

Y/N shot Melanie a what the fuck look and received an identical one back before standing up. 

“Sure, where do you want to go?”

♥♥♥♥

Y/N followed the Slytherin out of the Great Hall and to a quiet corridor, all the while wondering what was wrong. Draco had never spoken directly to her, and while she’d always admired him from afar, she never imagined them having a conversation. Maybe he had seen her drawing him?

She pushed the thought away. There was no chance.

“Let’s sit here.” Draco’s voice pulled her out of her thoughts as he motioned to an empty staircase. 

They sat down, leaving a healthy few inches between them. Draco fiddled with his robes as Y/N picked at her fingernail polish, justifying her actions by reminding herself that they were chipped anyways.

“What’s up?” Y/N finally asked, breaking the awkward silence. 

“Well, I, er, noticed something in class today that I wanted to speak to you about,” Draco said. 

Were his hands shaking?

Y/N had no more time to wonder as the truth of the matter hit her. Of course he had seen the sketch of him in DADA. She had thought she was sly about it, but there was no other reason for him to be talking to her.

Recognizing the realization displayed on her face, Draco leaned a bit closer.

“It was a beautiful drawing, by the way,” he informed her softly. “But I’m sure you already knew that.” 

“I’m sorry,” Y/N blurted. “I know that I should’ve asked first. That was super creepy of me to do. I swear I’m not some sort of stalker...her class is just so--”

“Boring?” Draco cut in, one eyebrow raising in amusement. “Yeah, I know. And it’s alright...I just want to know why you did it.”

Y/N froze, another blush creeping up on her already hot cheeks.

“I don’t know, I was bored, and you were in good lighting,” she lied, hoping he wouldn’t notice. 

“Why didn’t you sketch Goyle or Crabbe? They were next to the window with me,” Draco pushed, bumping her shoulder and making her suck in a quick breath. 

“I...er....I just do whatever my inner artist desires,” she responded lamely. “You just looked so focused, and your hair is really fun to draw, so...”

She stopped herself before she could let anything else slip out.

“Oh, so you’ve done it before?” he teased, an infuriatingly calm smirk forming on his lips. 

“None of your business,” she grumbled, breaking the eye contact and scooting away from him.

Draco waited a few painful seconds before shifting the same distance closer to her. 

“I don’t want to upset you,” he said truthfully. “I honestly think it’s cute.”

Y/N blushed again, resting her face in her hand to try and hide the evidence. 

“You don’t think it’s creepy?”  she asked, cautiously meeting his eyes. 

“No, how could I?” he answered, mirroring her actions. “I’m flattered, truly.” 

She allowed herself to smile shyly at him.

“Thank you for understanding, Draco, I appreciate it.” She let the words hang out in the air for a few moments before finishing. “I should really head back to my friends though, they’re going to start to get worried.” 

Draco smiled too, a rare break from his snarky facial expressions. Y/N made a mental note to recreate the exact scene in her sketchbook as well. 

“I know, me being a Slytherin and all,” he agreed. “Your friends are probably seconds away from telling Dumbledore that you’ve been kidnapped and murdered.”

“We really don’t think you’re that bad,” Y/N soothed. “They’d only assume kidnapping. They don’t think you’re cut out for murder.” 

Draco looked like he was about to argue, but he shut his mouth and grinned. 

“Well, Y/N, I’m glad I got to finally talk to you,” he said as he stood up, offering his hand to her.

“Me too,” she admitted, taking his hand. “I’ve got to be off now, but if you’d like, I can give you the sketch.” 

Draco was positively glowing. 

“I would say yes,” he began, “but then I’d lose my excuse to talk to you.”

Y/N’s heart stopped. She would’ve clasped her hands together as an anxious movement if she wasn’t clutching one of Draco’s.

“So what do you propose then?” she pressed, only stumbling over her words a little bit. 

“I hear Hogsmeade has even better lighting than Umbridge’s classroom.”

final a/n: woah this request was adorable and i’m in love with the person who sent it in tysm. also did not edit this and i don’t have any beta readers so i apologize for any glaring plot holes/mistakes. let me know what you thought of it!!

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One shot: You promised! Pt. 2

Pairing: Plus sized reader x Tom Hiddleston

Warning(s): crying, language

A/N: This is the second part of the headcanon I’ve been wanting to write for a very long time, I hope y’all will like it:). And shoutout to all the single mothers!

Requests are still closed until Tuesday

Word count: 2296

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Six years later

  A chuckle escaped your lips as your five year old son made a funny face while watching his favorite cartoons on the TV. “They got Patrick mommy” he frowned and pointed at the screen before bursting out in lough giggles when Patrick ran and fell. Your heart melted at the sound of his giggles as you laughed along while pulling your son closer to your body.

 It had been five years since Tom had walked out on you when you announced your pregnancy. You had spent days crying and staring out of the window in hope that he would have returned, apologize for walking out on you and promise you to raise your child with him, but he never did.

 In fact, you received a letter from his lawyer who told you to not do anything to put his career in jeopardy. Your shattered heart only broke more as you realized that Tom didn’t love you anymore. You couldn’t understand how he could hurt you like this and have the audacity to silence you for something he was part of.

 You burned that letter and sent him one long message, saying that you hated him and that you would make sure that your child would never ask for him. You also informed him that you didn’t want any child support, only stating that he should never try to get in contact with you ever again.

 After you had sent the message, your healing progress began. Although it was very hard, you blocked all the memories related to Tom, moved to another city and began to focus on your unborn child.

 When the doctor told you that you were having a baby boy, your heart melted in your chest. When you heard the first heartbeat, tears brimmed your eyes as you couldn’t wait to finally hold him in your arms and love him unconditionally.

 You captured every moment of your pregnancy and were so surprised to see some of Tom’s friends appear at your baby shower. Everybody admired you for the strength to reveal the gender all alone and host the party.

 Tom’s friends sent him pictures of you and your belly when you weren’t paying attention and scolded at him through messages, telling him that he was an asshole for putting you through so much bullshit. But they also said that you were a changed person, stronger than ever and so courageous.

 Not long after the gender reveal/baby shower, you gave birth to your beautiful son. Your parents and best friend were there for support and held your hand while you pushed after being in labor for forty eight hours.

 Giving birth was the most painful and beautiful thing you had ever experienced. When you heard your son’s cries for the first time, thick tears streamed down your face as you couldn’t believe that you had put him all alone in this world.

 When you were finally able to hold him in your arms, you were completely awestruck and hit with a wave of a new, deeper wave of love. Your son slowly opened his eyes and stared at your face while you promised to always protect him from any harm and try to be the best mother to him.

 The media went crazy when they had discovered that the Tom Hiddleston had become a father but had abandoned you and your son. Paparazzis swarmed up in front of the hospital, eager to get the first picture of you and Tom Hiddleston’s baby.

 You weren’t surprised when you got no message or phone call of your baby daddy, the pain he had once caused was gone and the only thing that mattered to you was raising your son to be everything your ex boyfriend was not.

 You left the hospital a few days after giving birth and made sure to cover your son’s face, not wanting to give the world a glance at your precious baby boy to judge him. Being a mother was hard, very hard. The first few weeks were chaotic as you had to get used to take care of a human being 24/7/ But with the help of your parents and supporting friends, you made it.

 You loved being a mother, even though the media tried to tare you down and make it seem like being a single mother was not classy, you were strong enough to not let all those mean and nasty comments get to you.

 You loved every second you spent with your son and realized that it was your duty to teach him everything. You captured everything, his first words, his first steps, potty training and so much more. It swelled your heart with pride and love to be able to raise your son.

 Months passed and Tom got the karma he deserved, he got dragged for abandoning you and your son. He arranged and extra interview where the reporter was able to ask him any question related to you and your son.

 You didn’t watch it, but read the comments on twitter, not feeling bad when people called him irresponsible and a bad role model. Nonetheless, you were happy and living your life with your precious boy.

 When your son was three, he began asking questions like “Where is dadda?”, he was very curious and wondered constantly why he only had a mama. Although it hurt you so much seeing him cry, you confessed and told him the truth that “Daddy never loved you and mama and ran away”. You knew that it wasn’t the best thing to do but you did it either way.

 You showed your son a few pictures of Tom although you didn’t want to but your child had a right to know how his father looked like. Years passed and your son became more and more curious to why everybody had a daddy and he didn’t.

 You didn’t try to distract him by spoiling him rotten but just came clear and repeated that Tom didn’t want anything to do with the two of you. You wrapped him in your arms and held him tight while reassuring him that you and your whole family loved him to pieces. You made your son realize that it was okay to not have both parent figures in his life, and he quickly got used to him.

 In fact for him, you were his mommy and daddy. You played catch with him, and went with him to “Daddy day” at school. When other kids try to tease him for not having his father in his life, your son clapped back and told him that he didn’t need his father because you were his hero.

 He drew you the sweetest cards on mother and father’s day and you were so proud of him and yourself.

  “Mommy I’m tired” your son spoke, pulling you out of your thoughts. You cleared your throat and nodded your head “Let’s go take a nap then” you smiled once he yawned and nodded his head. Your son got off the couch and took your hand in his small one before the two of you walked up the stairs to his room.

 You quickly tucked him in and pressed a sweet kiss on top of his head “I love you baby” you whispered while watching your son drift off to sleep with a little smile on his face. You tiptoed out of his room and closed the door behind you, “A nap sounds good to me too” you chuckled and made your way to your room when the doorbell rang.

 “Ugh” you groaned before making your way down the stairs to the front door. You opened it and gasped once your eyes landed on a nervous looking Tom. “What in the hell are you doing here” you hissed as you felt a sudden anger bubble in your stomach. “I-It’s been so long [Y/N], your baby daddy spoke while his eyes scanned you from head to toe. He wanted to wrap his arms around you but didn’t do it, knowing that you would probably slap him across the face if he would even dare to touch you.

 “Can I please come in?” Tom begged to which you scoffed before taking a few deep breaths, so many thoughts running through your mind. “To do what?” you asked calmly while staring blankly at him. Your ex boyfriend cleared his throat “To talk about us and our child” he exclaimed.

 If this situation had happened five years ago, you would have slammed the door right in his face, but you weren’t the same person five years ago. So, you stepped aside and let Tom enter your house while you clenched your jaw.

 Tom thanked you softly and walked to the living room, his heart melting once he saw your son’s fire truck toys and Lego toys scattered over the floor. He turned around, facing you before taking a deep breath “Let me start by apologizing for walking out when you-“ you cut him off by lifting your hand in the air and shaking your head.

 The room was silent as you closed your eyes for a few seconds before reopening them and looking straight into Tom’s eyes. “I don’t want to hear an apology Tom. You left me and my son without a glance back or any other concern. You never messaged afterwards, only let your stupid lawyer try to intimidate me. I already got my closure with you Tom, so let’s skip the fake apology part and tell me what the hell you want” you spoke and folded your arms.

 Tom’s heart broke at your words “[Y/N], I-I changed and I still love you. I’m here because I want you and help you raise our child” his words made you sigh deeply. “I don’t love you anymore Tom” you confessed with no emotions in your voice or facial expression. That made him realize that walking out on you really changed you.

 “The only connection we have is because of our son, nothing more” you finished. Tom swallowed hard as your words hit him hard in the chest. “C-Can I see my son?” his voice cracked at the end as tears brimmed his eyes.

 You let out another sigh “Not now and not today Tom”.  “Why?” he asked confused as his heart clenched painfully in his chest. You huffed “Because I’m not going to send him down an emotional rollercoaster” the anger began to rise inside you again “And for you to come here and just ask to see him is so disrespectful! I fucking raised my son all by myself! You never cared about me or him the second you left our once shared house so why do you care now?” you raised your voice a little bit.

 “No…You’re not getting those emotions out of me” you mumbled to yourself and shook your tensed shoulders. Tom was not allowed to see you emotional after what he had done. “I miss you and I want to see my son” was all he mumbled and took a step towards you, to which you took a step back.

 “No” you shook your head “You don’t get to pull that card. Not on me and not on my son. I kept my promise to not let my son feel like something is missing. I’m his mother and father. I reassure him every day that he’s loved and doesn’t need a father who doesn’t care about him”.

 Tom gasped “Y-You told him?” his heart dropped to the pit of his stomach, making him feel more miserable than ever. “Of course I told him” you glared at him “I didn’t want to make up stupid lies to why you’re not present in his life but always on TV and in movies. I’m not a liar, the truth hurts but I am not going to hurt my son the way you hurt me”, slowly you felt the weight being lifted off your shoulders.

 It was silent for a few seconds as Tom didn’t know what to say, he sighed and ran his hands through his hair as he looked at you with tears brimming his eyes. “Words can’t express how sorry I am [Y/N]. “It’s too late to apologize Tom. I moved on with my life as did you the moment you left me and my son. I’m living a happy life as a single mother and I don’t want you in my life” you softly spoke while walking over to the front door.

 “Sooner or later you’ll see your son, but you shouldn’t put too much hope in him accepting you as his father” you looked at your baby daddy who swallowed hard, wishing that he could turn back time and undo the biggest mistake he ever made.

 You opened the front door “I don’t trust you. I don’t love you, the only thing that unfortunately keeps you in my life forever is our son Tom. Now leave” you said to him and opened the front door. You didn’t feel any sympathy or other emotions as Tom let the tears stream down his face.

 With slumped shoulders, he slowly walked towards the open front door. He stopped right next to you and stared heartbroken into your eyes “I’m so sorry [Y/N]” his voice cracked at the end. You sighed and looked at him, “It’s weird…I was desperate to hear those words when you walked out on me. Now…they mean absolutely nothing to me”.

 And with that, you patiently waited for Tom to step out of your house before you closed the door. “Mommy!” the voice of your son came from upstairs, a smile crept onto your face “I’m coming baby!” you called out before making your way to your son.

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Covetous (Part Three)

Prompt: @ruth-hamilton-delrio requested “You can’t be jealous if we aren’t even dating! man up and ask me out if you’re going to act like that.” I wanna see your take on that, for Lin x reader” and I happily turned it into a slow burn, multiple part series fic.

Author’s Note: So, I’ve been busy at work at this chapter! It’s pretty long (my longest yet for anything) and it’s very painful. It ends (kind of??) in a cliffhanger so DUN DUN DUN. 

I have even more angst than this planned. 

But also know I cried while writing this because this is a subject very personal to me because I’ve experienced this kind of pain in my own life a few times before. 

Shoutout to @ruth-hamilton-delrio for being ‘Ruth’ and @linslovelylocks for watching me write some of this last night and giving me the name ‘Sarah’ to use for this 

Words: 3,567 

Warnings: cursing, mentions of death and surgery 

Tags: @manuelmirandamn @sempiternal-mooses @fragmentofmymind @ourforgottenboleros 

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That night, the curtain of sleep never came. You stayed in bed, your eyes glued to your ceiling, watching dancing lights out on the road create shapes. Your eyes rolled over to check your phone every few minutes, hoping it would light up with his name.

It didn’t. As each hour passed, you grew increasingly upset at how little you did to stop him and how much you had actually done to convince him to go. He had expressed his disinterest in heading out on the date several times, but you had waved it off, telling him to have fun and let loose. You hadn’t given a second thought to him actually enjoying this mystery girl or wanting to spend another night with her.

At the clock ticked past the 2:00 in the morning hour, you heard your phone ding with a text. Having grown tired of it all, you were sighing as you reached your hand over to pick it up. The display appeared in front of your face and a soft smile came as you saw his name.

From: Dork Extraordinaire

Just got home. Had a great time. Call me?

Wincing, you let yourself consider the options: pretend to be asleep or call him and listen to him rave about the girl. Your finger hovered over the call button and you felt your grip on your phone slip, causing you to accidentally hit the button.

“Shit,” you whispered into the darkness, fumbling to press end, but not quick enough because you heard Lin’s voice.

“Hey! I thought you’d be sleeping.” He said and you smiled at the cheerful tone. His voice was one to match with the picture of a man clicking his heels in the air as he danced in a musical.

“You woke me up,” You fed him a lie, but hoped it would fit with the grogginess of your voice.

“Sorry, but I needed to talk to someone and I only know one person I wanted to tell.” He replied, his smile audible through his tone. You started to nod, but remembered he couldn’t see you.

“So, tell me about her.” You said, fighting off the sleep you wanted to give in to. Why it hadn’t come until now, when you needed to be alert, you weren’t sure.

He laughed before continuing, “Just, she’s great. We didn’t have one dull moment of conversation the entire time. She got what I was talking about – like her interests synced up to mine and it felt extraordinary. And she had this amazing laugh and it sounded like music. And her smile is like staring into the sun – it’s too beautiful, you have to take breaks from it, even though you really don’t want to.”

You drifted off into your thoughts as he spoke, wishing you could tell him you thought that of him. That you always had, that you always would. That when you looked into his eyes, you felt safe and comfortable. That when he hugged you, you never wanted to let go because he was the closest you got to home these days. That when he smiled at you, you felt like you could have floated up to the clouds.

He continued to speak and you just listened as all his words began to blur together, none of them standing out until the last sentence.

“I’m going to see her again.”

These drew you out of your fog and you came out stumbling over your words, “Wait… Lin, are- are you sure?” You hoped he wasn’t.

“(Y/N), have you been listening to me? She’s perfect. Of course, I’m sure!” His enthusiasm leaked through your phone and made an involuntary frown replace your facial features. Lin never went on second dates. Lin never met perfect girls. Lin never said anyone was perfect except for you. Now he was using your word to describe a girl he was going on a second date with. You felt as if you had been placed into an alternate dimension where nothing made sense and everything was opposite of the truth.

You sighed, “As long as you’re happy, Lin.”

“Thank you. For being so supportive. And for giving me the confidence to go out with her. My life may have just changed because of the chance I took, or that you told me to take.” He told you and you scowled, fighting back a curse word. Of course it was your fault. It was always your fault when you ruined your own life. You did it often and you knew how to deal with it, but nothing had felt quite this devastating before.

But you had to hide all of this from Lin because his joy was truly first in your priorities. Fighting to bite your tongue and hold back your comments, you joked back to him.

“You’ll be getting charged for my services on your next credit card statement.” You heard his chuckle and grinned at how you succeeded in covering up your feelings. It shouldn’t surprise you, really, because you’d become quite the expert at it.

“Well, it’s late and I should be getting to sleep.” Lin told you, causing you to glance at your bedside alarm.

“Shit, Lin. It’s three in the morning and I have to be at the hospital by six!” Your exclamation was followed by Lin’s laugh, the sound dancing in your ear.

“So, are you going back to sleep or going straight to the hospital?” He asked you and you groaned, calculating the times in your mind.

“Let’s see, a shower and coffee and getting dressed would take one hour, tops. If I went back to sleep right this second, I could get an hour and a half or two of sleep and still make it to the hospital on time at six.”

“You’re the only person I know who would do that math in her head.” Lin retorted back, accenting his remark with a short, one-beat chuckle.

“Shut up, nerd.” You kidded back, laughing but relishing in the normalcy of this – a late-night phone call and jokes at each other’s expense. These were the conversations that had dotted your timeline of friendship – when you could forget the time and be stuck in between a day and the next, in a time lapse. There were no worries in the void, you told him one night, there were only stories.

You heard him yawn and suppressed a giggle, “Are you tired, Lin?”

He only gave another yawn in response, this one shorter, “I believe so.”

You felt a shy smile come to your face and answered, “Goodnight then, cool kid.”

“Goodnight, girl wonder.” He told you and you heard the click of him hanging up far before you’d had time to absorb the process.

You took the phone down from your face, stuck in the middle of shock and disappointment, and laid back down in your bed. Directly in your eyesight, sitting on your bedside table, was a framed photograph. You reached a hand out to grasp it and pulled it towards you, marveling at how carefree the two beings in the photo were. You, caught in the middle of a laugh, the true essence of your youth traced onto your face and a glow that surrounded you. Lin, his arms around you tight, the sensation of the day still etched into your memory. It had been taken when you’d gotten your acceptance letter to medical school – and not just any one, but your dream school. Lin, as exuberant as you had been, had cried with you. In the photograph, your letter was still in your hands as you returned Lin’s hug. In that moment, it looked like you would never separate. You never wanted to.

How you wished things had never changed. How you wished you had never grown up.

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The next few days passed in a blur – an overlapping rush of patients, calls from Lin, and sleep. You entered every surgery with your mind on him and left each one with your mind on his mystery girl. On a Friday morning, as you entered the OR to fix a broken heart valve, your mind traced its way back to a particularly favorable night as your hands moved by themselves, repairing and stitching on their own.

“Have you ever noticed how much stars are like human beings?” You pondered aloud, your voice barely breaking a whisper, but he heard you. He always did. You felt Lin’s body shift beside you and his voice reached you a second later.

“No, I haven’t, but why don’t you tell me about it?” He told you, giving you the space you needed to talk about your passion.

“We’re all so different. But we’re all the same thing – we’re all just humans. We make mistakes, we make presumptions, we fuck stuff up. But we’re all trying and we’re all beautiful because of that. We’re beautiful because of our mistakes. We learn from what we didn’t know. We love, we live, and we break. Sometimes we’re on fire and other times we’re caught in the pouring rain. Sometimes we’re shooting stars and sometimes we’re dying stars. But, for one shining moment, we’re all someone’s favorite. At some point, there’s someone who can say they love us. They can point at us, pick us out, and love us. And being loved makes us a better person, makes us shine brighter, because we want to be better. It takes another person to drag it out of us, but we all want to be better.” You paused, taking a deep breath, your eyes locked onto the twinkling sky that shined down on you.

By way of a reply, Lin moved his arm, taking an awkward to slide it around you, pulling you closer to his side. You leaned towards him, into the side-hug, into your safe place in his arms. You curled your head up onto his chest, the rising and falling of his chest timed with your own. When he whispered, his breath blew your hair slightly.

“Your mind is beautiful. You know that, right?”

You felt yourself revel in the beauty of this moment – mid-summer, out of the city. Lin had picked you up two hours ago and had asked you for a destination, trying to tear you away from preparing for medical school. You had sighed, about to start an argument, when you remembered the perfect place. You had directed him to drive off the highway, onto a dirt road. He’d parked and you’d taken off through the freshly cut field. The smell of grass surrounded you as the sun warmed your veins. As night fell, you and Lin had laid down in the field, your eyes cast upward, losing yourself in the wonder of the universe. You felt small and safe as he silently calmed you.

You were thrown back into the present when Lin’s arm dropped off of you, your body suddenly colder without his warmth under the night sky. It was then you tilted your head up to glance at him, finding him asleep. His breathing was mesmerizing. His face was young without the etched in lines of exhaustion and you marveled in how handsome he was. You’d never seen him that way before. He’d always been Lin to you. When other girls talked about him, you just shook your head, letting it slide past you without further commentary. But it was now, with the pale glow of the moon reflecting onto his face, that you realized what they meant. His hair was brushed back, but refused to conform – it fell into his face and your fingers itched to push it back. His skin was aglow in the wash of contentment and rest.

You spent the rest of the night memorizing the lines of him, the way he curved and moved and fit together. For that night, the beauty in the sky had been forgotten as you realized the beauty in the man. He was the star to your vast sky. Without him, you didn’t shine.

And you stayed there with him until the sun came up. As you waited for the sun to curve over the horizon, you felt your weariness kicking in. Your mind falling into the void of sleep, you whispered three words. You weren’t sure how you meant them, but you felt sure he hadn’t heard you. Not giving it another thought, you were asleep a moment later.

But he had heard you. He’d heard your three words. And as he watched you fall asleep, his grip around your body had tightened. He secured you – a silent promise that you would always be his.

This memory swelled in your head for the hours the surgery took up. After slipping out of the OR and out of your dirty scrubs and dressing, you were walking briskly down the hall to the locker room to change back into your street clothes. Just as you reached the door to the area, you almost ran into another surgeon your recognized from seeing him around during your shifts.

“Oh, hey. Sorry.” You mumbled to him, trying to push past to relieve yourself from the stresses of the day. You’d lost a kid on the table during a transplant earlier and it was riding heavy on your shoulders. All you wanted was to go home and drink cheap wine and collapse into your bed and try your hardest not to think about Lin. But the surgeon had another plan.

“Hey. I’ve been meaning to catch you around.” He remarked and you resisted the urge to roll your eyes.

“I’ve been busy.” You told him, your patience already wearing thin.

He gave you a goofy smile, his mouth curving up slightly at only one end, “I’ve been looking to ask you out.”

And that went exactly where you thought it was. You sighed, shifting your weight, before glaring back up at him.

“Put your number in the pile with the others who wish I’d call them back and we’ll see if I get to you.” Your voice was cold and measured, your anger seeping into your tone. You watched as he backed off and began to walk away. You rolled your eyes for real when he stopped and turned back to you.

“You know, you women doctors think you’re so high and mighty, but you don’t get the right to act like a bitch. It’s not like I meant it anyway.” He countered before giving a rough shake of his head and leaving for real this time. You almost burst your anger bubble and shouted down the hall at him, but thought better of it. Best not to add any gas to that fire. You’d heard the oppositions of men several times – through medical school and your residency and even when it was announced you’d gotten this job on your first try. You wanted desperately to say it was getting better – that maybe someday soon men wouldn’t feel threatened by a woman in power – but you knew it wasn’t the truth.

Turning away from the confrontation, you pushed open the locker room door with your shoulder and stepped inside. You were greeted with the hums of the vending machines and the soft, muffled voice of the world’s newest pop star. You grinned, knowing exactly the only person who would listen to that music here.

“Sarah!” You shouted, rounding the corner of a bank of lockers. Your friend looked startled, but quickly took her headphones off and leapt up to give you a hurried hug.

“Where have you been, (Y/N)?” She asked, sitting back down and continuing to pack up her bag. You sighed, turning towards your locker to dial the lock and open it. The door popped open and you began to hang up your white coat and stuffing your phone and wallet into your purse. You took the appearance of being busy as a way not to answer Sarah’s question until you heard her cough. You turned around, your eyebrows raised in a question.

“That bad, huh?” Sarah asked, chuckling under her breath as she zipped up her bag, tossing it over her shoulder.

“Considering some guy just tried to ask me out and then called me a bitch when I turned him down? Lin suddenly has a girlfriend or something and just ignores my existence now? My parents are visiting tomorrow and I know they’ll just stress me the hell out? Yeah, that bad.” You gave a stronger sigh as you slammed your locker door shut. About to lock it up, Sarah stepped forward, taking the lock from your hand.

“Nuh uh, we’re not just going home separately and drinking wine. We’re going out. And I know you keep a cute outfit in your locker.” She was grinning as she talked and your exhaustion whined, wishing you wouldn’t give in.

You didn’t listen. You never did.

“Fine. But I pick the bar. Last time you picked, we ended up at a honky tonk wearing cowboy hats and doing something called the boot scootin’ boogie.” She laughed as you plucked clothes off the top shelf of your locker. She recounted her day to you, not daring a look, as you stripped down and changed. You emerged some few minutes later and she gave you a once-over. You didn’t need the confidence from a compliment – you knew your favorite jeans fit perfectly and your tank top and faux-leather jacket complimented both your personality and your carefreeness.

You and Sarah left the hospital and kept walking until you arrived at a hole-in-the-wall bar, one you frequented after hard nights when home didn’t promise you enough comfort. As you both sat down at the bar, you waved the bartender over as Sarah’s stories continued. You ordered Sarah’s favorite drink and got yourself a whiskey. When the drinks arrived, Sarah paused.

“And you didn’t want to go to a country bar.” She quipped, taking her first sip.

You laughed, “What? You can’t drink whiskey away from the country?”

You could tell she was about to counter and waited for it, but instead her eyes narrowed and she began to frown at something happening over your shoulder. You tried to turn around, but her hand came to your shoulder, stopping you.

“Uh, better not do that.” She told you, not trying to cover up the event unfolding behind you.

“Why not?” You asked nonchalantly, taking another sip of your drink. Best to appear calm.

She grimaced, “Lin. And the girl.”

Her answer changed your night in a second. You set your drink down with a calculated fury, trying to avoid slamming the glass. You felt your veins heating up as you watched your life happen in slow motion. You turned around now, catching a glimpse. His hand on the small of her back, her head curved towards his, the grin playing out on his face at whatever she had whispered into his ear. You watched her long hair swishing against his hand, her earrings sparkling in the dim light of the room. With every beat of their affection, you grew warmer. Her jeans hit her curves with accentuated them, his hips swinging with each step they took in sync. You felt Sarah try to pull you away from the scene, but it was like a car crash – addicting to watch, almost pleasurable, the risk of hurting yourself too. You felt yourself sinking into your anger, your jealousy, all at once. And then it happened.

They passed directly by where you sat and, while she may not have noticed, you saw Lin’s eyes widen when he saw you. You didn’t give yourself another second to think, flashing him a sarcastic smirk. Time seemed to slow down as you watched his face and how he tried to separate himself from the woman who clung onto him.

You heard him try to get your name from his mouth, stuttering the first two times. Against your better judgement, you decided to save him. You hopped down from your barstool, Sarah’s exasperated sigh reverberating in your ear as you strode up to him.

“Lin.” You said, simply, and his eyes finally met yours, a blatant mix of hurt, embarrassment, and shock. He jumped up from where he had sat down and the woman’s eyes went from you to him, trying in vain to make the connection.

He noticed her confusion and grinned down at her, “Ruth, this is my best friend, (Y/N).”

She stood, extending a hand clad in rings to you. You shook it firmly, giving her your best fake grin. “Nice to meet you, Ruth. I’ve heard so much about you.”

Ruth swept her arm out, inviting you to sit, “Come on, have a drink with us! There’s so much you have to tell me about this one.” She turned to Lin then, grinning up at his face. You took the invite, sitting down across from the happy couple, your fake smile still stuck on your face. You turned your gaze to Lin, smirking and raising your eyebrows, completing your gesture with a shrug. He rolled his eyes, tossing his arm over Ruth’s shoulders, pulling her closer to him. She snuggled into his side and you found it harder to keep your smile.

This was going to be a lot harder than you thought. It was also going to require a lot more drinks.

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