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goldsbitch · 4 months

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That one trip up the stairs

part 5 to That one Christmas flight

summary: The rest of the hotel visitors probably had a bad sleep that night.

warning: unprotected sex, minors DNI (absolutely no plot involved), and all the classic ones - cheesy af, swear words and alcohoI I guess, cliche probably, typos most definitely

PS: Thanks for the support and reactions!! Love you all!

Dancing was great. But simply not enough for two impatient hearts. The kind of tipsy for which alcohol was not enough.

"I got us two rooms. Just in case," he said in the very few moments when his tongue was not deeply in her mouth. "Don't want to make you uncomfortable." Lando was big on consent. This only made Y/N want to fuck him more.

Talking and making out at the same time was becoming a shared past time for the pair. "Yeah? Well that makes two of us. I don't want pressure you," she said in between kisses. "That's the last thing I'd want to do. You don't have to fuck me. I understand the thought of you being inside me might be hard to take in," she said in a low suggestive tone with no other intension that seducing Lando. It was not like he needed to be at this point. He had her seated on some random alcove window on the way to their hotel room, hands full on touching her boobs, legs, kissing her neck, everything all at once.

"Get it? It's a pun," she broke their kiss again for a small moment.

"Yes, I get it. And you'll get it too if you don't stop now." Tongues and lips danced together as if their life depended on it.

"Hm, that might be hard, in fact getting harder and harder. Makes one wonder, huh" she teased and ran few stairs away from Lando.

There was no elevator, but Lando and Y/N sure had the making out while walking on stairs thing covered like professionals. Leaning on walls, nearly breaking a vase with a massive flower arrangement. They hardly noticed a distressed gentlemen walking in the opposite way who then filed a complaint to the hotel about their inappropriate behavior, describing it in such a detail one would expect the premium hotel to somewhat censor - which was not the case this time. When Lando received this email two days later, he had it printed, framed and hung on his bedroom wall. Next to his trophies.

Y/N wanted Lando and for him to want her too. And coming to think of it, she had been lusting for him for weeks now. The public shirtless pictures did not help. And he was right here at her finger tips. Her clouded mind saw no issue in removing his shirt in the middle of the hallway. Quickly working the buttons and the immediately throwing it out of the nearest window.

"Oops," she smiled and bit her lip. Lando stared at her in awe, her playfulness being something new to see in a woman. "Just sort of felt like a crime to have you dressed, you know?" she continued. If he could, he would take her right there. "Let's hope your hotel rooms are close, otherwise you'll be in trouble for public nudity soon," she sang loudly, indeed without a care in the world. Lando laughed, took her by the hand and kissed like as if he was ready to eat her up.

"That door, honey," he pointed to the end of the hallway.

"You're just lucky, aren't you."

And again, Y/N's hands went immediately for the chest. What she did not expect when studying Lando's photos was how smooth his skin felt. She remembered his fragrance working like magic on his skin, but this was a whole another level. She wanted to sink in him. They did not bother with putting the card in the holder, switching on the lights or anything else. It would be hard to find some other pair that took of their shoes so fast. Desire was putting them both into hyper speed.

This time Y/N had Lando pressed against the door, holding him locked by his arms. Lando could have easily escape that if he wanted to, which was the last thing he'd do. Y/N was becoming more driven and forward.

She bit his lower lip. He gasped. "Do you like this?" He nodded and smiled. "Good boy," she replied and continued pulling his hair a little bit more, just to the edge of pain. The she abruptly stopped. Lando looked at her and she instructed him to stay as he was. Her soft kisses started at Lando's ear, moving slowly on his jaw, then neck - where he seemed to be extra sensitive - and then down to his chest, all the way to his toned stomach. She looked up at him and took the hem of his trousers into her mouth. And finally, one of her hands touched his growing erection.

"Interesting," she commented with a hint of being impressed. Lando was absolutely loving that. But as much as he'd like to be in her mouth, he hoped there would be another time for that. He put a finger below her jaw and instructed her to move up.

"Honey, be patient. There steps that can't be skipped," he said as he began to toy with her shoulder straps until one of them fell down her shoulder. "Oops," he remarked mocking her previous actions. "Let me help you." And he moved the second strap as well. Y/N was getting flustered. She did not break eye contact for a second when she was removing her dress, leaving her standing there centimetres away from him only in her underwear. The rest of their clothes was on the floor in the matter of seconds. Both of them being eaten up by their curiosity. It was impossible to stay there standing. Lando pushed Y/N towards the bed in the same was they'd manager to walk up three flights of stairs. Only once she was finally lying below his, with his body hovering over hers was he able to relax and take the moment in. A week ago he would not have believed this was going to happen. His deep philosophical thoughts were gone the moment her hand reached for his cock. A shock wave of horny energy sprung through him and took Y/N nipple in his mouth and started playing with one, hard making sure the other one did feel left out. She was beautiful - this was not a surprise to Lando, but something about the shape of her body, the way she moved, the way how her body reacted to his actions was making her angel-like. Y/N wanted to go slow - if slow meant him waiting another minute maximum before he got into her. She touched him and started stroking him. "I have a proposition," she whispered to his ear.

"Anything," and he was sure he'd do anything she desired at the moment.

"Let's skip the fingers and tongues, I need to feel you like now. I want you inside. And the rest can be a nice breakfast tomorrow."

"I can't have that. Let me lick you once, just to taste, hm?"

"You can do whatever. Just make me happy and make me come, finally."

She was wet, ready and impatient. Lando licked her few times, making her regret her request instantly. It was something completely new. He wasn't just spalling his tongue around like the boys before him had. It was as if he had a secret map and was not afraid to be a little rough with his tongue. "Please, don't stop," she almost begged.

"As you said, breakfast," he joked once he was back face to face with her, being proud of himself when he saw her flustered look. Their bodies acted on their own from that moment. He slowly entered her, making sure to stay aware of her expressions. She had her eyes closed and was gripping his shoulders tightly. First moans arrived. Lando recalled Y/N teasing him on the way to the hotel that she likes to express herself verbally. He hoped this was what she talked about, because the sound she made was one of the hottest things he heard. Lando felt as if he belonged inside of her. Started thrusting slowly - and that was the moment Y/N lost it and let go. The rest was a mixture of blurry pleasure waves coming from all parts of the body, alcohol intensifying the experience for both of them. Lando was trapped in the moment and the rhytmn, watched her boobs bounce as he pushed to her. Y/N felt him present at every inch of her skin, his cock hitting spots she had no idea existed. Small waves of pleasure turned bigger with every move, until she collapsed in his arms and screamed out loud. He could watch that on repeat for centuries. She tightened around him for a good few seconds and then released. Lando sped up and pulled out at the dead last moment, hitting her stomach and a part of her arms. He cleaner her up and they both started catching up on their lost breaths. "Forgot to ask you, do you have a condom?" he asked cheekily. She laughed. "You'll send me your test results later, honey," she laughed, fully exhausted and high from all the hormones. Lando's body felt relaxed, as if someone finally allowed him to go off all the tension. Y/N was still receiving small pleasure waves in her fingertips. Was sex supposed to always be this good, she asked herself, putting her previous hook ups in a completely new light. He reached to her face and wiped a tear of sweat from her cheek. During that her studies her, the way her collarbone stood out and how her chest still went up and down faster than usually. Y/N looked him deep into his eyes. It was so easy, no awkward tension. She admired his pretty face and then kissed him lightly.

He was the one to suggest a shower. Tired Y/N grabbed all that was left in her and went ahead. She got up naked and hoped he was watching her. Which he did shamelessly, trying to burn the image of her ass into his brain for later use.

Lando's hair was all curly and cute. Y/N commented on that to which he responded by splashing some water in her face. It was hard to focus on anything else but the way how Lando looked and glowed with ease. "I'll help you with the soap," he offered dearly.

"Always a gentleman," Y/N remarked as he spread it all over her body, being extra focused on very specific parts.

"I don't think my boobs have ever been this clean, Lando," she said and reached for his again erected penis.

"Hygiene, people tend to underestimate it dearly," he managed to get out before dozing off from the way she stroked him, making him come for the second time today.

They dried each other with hotel towels, when Y/N started to come to her sense and usual brain usage levels. "Do you happen to know what happened to my luggage? Is it in the car?"

"Had it all brought here, I guess it's in the second room across the hall."

"Wow, who would assume for you to be such a planner. Shall we get to the second room? And maybe test which bed better?"

Lando smiled. "I can see you falling asleep while standing, honey."

"It feels nice spending time with you, you know?"

He kissed her once again, cupping her cheek and stroking her hair. They went to the other room, brushed their teeth and laid down. Y/N was gone asleep immediately. He watched for few more moments before also dozing off. If he wanted to he, he would - and he really wanted to.

part 6

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muddyorbsblr · 8 months

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timeless

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Summary: While doing some research to help out Mobius on a 'moonshot project', you and Loki come across a startling revelation about your lives. All your lives.

Pairing: TVA!Loki x TVA!Reader

Word Count: 3.5

Warnings: some talks of smutty times, but overall this is just fluff [let me know if i missed something!]

Things to be aware of: established relationship, talks of soulmates, references to my other stories

"I really don't get why you're in here bugging me for something to do, Y/N," Agent Mobius chuckled, shaking his head as he thumbed through another folder's worth of records that he hadn't told you quite yet what they were for. "No high-level variant threats have been reported, timelines are--well, they're relatively stable. Things are quiet for a change. I say enjoy it while it lasts and go on a vacation or something with Laufeyson. Just don't--"

"Don't cause any Nexus events, yes yes, Mobius, we know." A smile broke out on your face at the sound of Loki's voice cutting off the TVA Agent, your cheeks nearly aching from your grin widening when he walked up behind you and long arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you close. "Thing is we already have partaken in quite a handful of adventures across the timelines, indulging ourselves in the…numerous pleasures and luxuries that they have to offer."

One look at how you were reddening with the implications of your boyfriend's words had your fellow Agent scrunching up his face in feigned appalment. "Time and place, you two, jeez."

You and Loki shared a confused look when an analyst from another table yelled "And you did it at my birthday dinner!" and rendered Mobius into a cackling heap, laughing into his sleeve to muffle the sound.

"Anyway…" you spoke up, making the grey-haired agent look back up at you. "Are you sure there isn't anything we can help with? Doesn't even have to be high-level, I'll literally take up a timeline reset caused by a woman at a grocery store grabbing a can of peaches instead of a can of mangoes, I'm getting antsy here."

"Alright alright fine," he sighed, motioning toward you and the god behind you. "It's something of a moonshot but we've been trying to find proof of the existence of soulmates throughout the timelines, so we need concrete cases that no matter the circumstance, no matter the obstructions between two souls, they always find each other and they always end up together."

"You mean like in that TV show where they've got fairytale characters in like Maine or something and there's this couple that constantly goes--"

"I'll find you, I will always find you," you and Mobius said at once, causing you both to break out into laughter.

"Exactly like that," he confirmed when he calmed down some. "Preferably without the cheesy catchphrase because in case you do find one I would actually prefer to not include in my report that all soulmates have some line they tell each other that's so cheesy it's pungent."

"Right so…soulmates, no cheesy lines, across the timelines. Got it." You gave him a little salute before you went off to the shelves, holding Loki's hand as he followed a few steps behind you.

"Darling we have been scouring through files for hours. Perhaps it's time to report back to Mobius. Tell him that every pair we've found so far have broken the pattern at some iteration down the line. The most we've come across is a pair that were together for five iterations of their lives before the sixth showed they never even met in that lifetime."

Your shoulders slumped over when you placed your latest folder on your pile, of failed attempts, just about half the size of Loki's own little mountain of case files. Maybe he was right; every possible lead you'd found all ended up a dud, and that alone would be proof enough that this was all a wild goose chase of an assignment for Mobius.

Then again, he did call it a moonshot, so the realization didn't smart too much.

The frustration you felt began to melt away the moment Loki's hands touched your shoulders, leaning into him when he started working at the knots that he found with expert precision. "Okay, you're right," you sighed. "Let's go tell Cubey his moonshot's a single needle in a city of haystacks."

He placed a kiss to the top of your head, using his seiðr to stack the case files into neat stacks arranged by file number. "Thank the Norns that ridiculous magic dampener fractured some when the timelines diverged," he mumbled, chuckling into your hair. "Now how about I bring us to a nice hot spring and we could simply…enjoy one another's company?" You let out a giggle when his hands traveled down your sides, lightly grasping your waist and pulling you against him.

If only you could have silenced the little voice in your head when you were just seconds away from him whisking you off to Jökulsárlón or Hakone, clad in a dark emerald bikini that your lover would peel off of you as he made good on his promise for you both to enjoy each other's company.

"I can nearly hear the thoughts forming in your mind, darling," he cooed, pressing his lips to the back of your neck, chuckling against your skin when you wordlessly confirmed what he'd said by slumping over again. "What is it?"

"Just one last try?" You wouldn't ever let yourself live it down if you'd gone down this road and not looked at this particular set of files.

He let out a sigh, his slightly cool breath tickling your skin before pressing a tender kiss to the back of your head. "One last attempt. And if we reach another dead end--"

"You can whisk me away to any destination of your choice and have your wicked way with me," you finished for him, letting out a little yelp when he brought his lips to the spot between your neck and shoulder, playfully nipping at the skin.

"What a deliciously reckless promise, my love," he teased, smirking against your neck when he proceeded to lightly suck at the sensitive skin and you had to bite your lip to muffle the whimper that slipped through your lips. "I look forward to collecting on it in a short while."

He rested his chin on your shoulder, still holding you close when you called out for a bit of assistance on your final hunch. "Minutes?"

Your eyes squinted to adjust to the sudden brightness when the orange hologram appeared on the desk in front of you. "Well hello there, lovebirds. What can I do for y'all?" she asked with a small wave of her cartoonish stick arm.

"Could you pull up our files?"

"Well sure I can, Y/N! How much of your files are we talking here?"

You shared a look with Loki before you answered, "All of them?"

"Before I hand 'em over, I think it's best y'all know from the get go that you're about to deal with thousands of files. It'll take a whole lotta time before you can sort 'em all out," she cautioned you both, already giving you a digital visual of how many files she'd already begun to pull up.

"Minutes, as I've come to understand it, we variants apparently have all the time in the world," you countered, shrugging your free shoulder and giving the living hologram a little smile. "We can take it."

"Alright well suit yourself," she comically shrugged both her hands before making the files that were already on the table disperse and go back to their original locations throughout the library shelves before stacks upon stacks of folders materialized in their place. All of them sectioned off into two sides. "Have at it, y'all."

You picked up the first folder from the stack closest to you, your brows knitting together already once you read the name on the file. "Minutes, I don't think this is mine, it says Eve but that's not--"

"Your name?" she finished for you. "Darlin', Y/N is your name in this lifetime--Well, the lifetime you came from before your Nexus event, you get what I mean. The file you're holding is from another lifetime, heck, might even be from another timeline. But one look at that file and you'll see that that's you. All of these are you. Doesn't matter if you're goin' by a different name, the soul remains the same."

The air left your lungs when you opened the folder to find a picture of you with pale skin and matted ivory hair on the front of the file. Only thing was that this version of you wasn't quite human in her lifetime. In fact centuries of it were spent as a vampire.

A few moments later she spoke up again. "Well then that's my cue. Happy sortin', y'all!" And then she disappeared. Leaving you and Loki alone with your couple thousand files each to rifle through.

Had you been there on a different objective, you would have spent a bit more time thumbing through the pages that detailed the life of this version of you, rubbing elbows with numerous prominent figures throughout history and having her fair share of trysts with a handful of them. But your only focus was her most prominent affair. Her great love.

When you reached that page, you felt yourself go breathless once again looking at the picture that stared back at you. "Loki," you breathed out, holding out the file to him so he could see for himself. The god's eyes widened at the photo in front of him. The ebony hair may be matted and the skin somehow even paler than his usual complexion, but there was no denying it. This Eve's companion throughout her years, this Adam, was another lifetime's iteration of Loki.

He began to rifle through his own stacks of folders, finding the one that had the same variant number and interlocked his and your folders together, starting a new stack at the center of the desk. "If you're right, and this yields the moonshot result that Mobius has been searching for, you can pick the destination and have your wicked way with me."

"Why Mischief, how reckless of you," you said coyly, batting your eyelashes at him. "What if I wanna tie you up?"

"It's endearing that you believe you could, my darling." He lightly poked your side, quickly pulling you into his arms the second you started wriggling and giggling in his direction. "But if that is truly what you want then I can promise not to break out for an hour."

"Two," you countered.

"Ninety minutes."

"Deal."

"Now if I'm right and this leads to another dead end, I whisk you away to any destination of my choosing for a fortnight, no tempads, no missions, and not a stitch of clothing on this glorious form of yours." His lips skimmed the side of your face, pressing a kiss to your cheek when you let out a squeal at his finger deftly undoing the top button of your shirt. "Do we have a deal, my love?"

"Okay okay," you relented, turning your head to steal a quick kiss before bring your attention back to the folders you were about to sort through. Before you could pull away, his free hand went up to the back of your head and deepened the kiss.

"What if I told you I've been plagued with visions of stripping you bare and laying you out on the desk before me? That I'd been thinking of enjoying every delectable inch of you as if you were my own personal dessert board?" You let out a gasp at the lustful image his words had conjured in your mind, allowing him to easily lick into your mouth and turn you into putty in his arms the moment your tongues met.

"I'd say I'm not surprised," you breathed out when he pulled away, placing your hand over his before he could undo a third button from your shirt. "But the faster we get this done, the faster oneof us will be at the other's mercy and maybe you can even bring that desk fantasy of yours to life." You pressed another quick peck to his lips before managing to wriggle your way out of his embrace, jutting your chin at his side of the desk. "Pick a file, Mischief."

The next file had you and him initially on opposite sides of the Battle of New York, your story starting in Stuttgart when he had clones force you down on your knees and the injuries from that encounter permanently damaging you. A handful of times throughout the day of the actual battle, he went out of his way to save your life, ensuring your safety from a fatal fall and even the Hulk; the document even had a mention of him asking Thor of what came of you after he was apprehended because you weren't among the Avengers that saw him off to Asgard, only to find out the true extent of your injuries. Then he found himself back on Earth to serve his sentence and falling in love with you, using his magic to undo the physical damage that he dealt you. And then you two went on your own adventure to have 'do-overs' in places that held bitter memories for him, from Stuttgart to Asgard and even the balcony in Stark Tower.

Another file saw Loki as an English baronet named Thomas Sharpe, and you as his final wife and a sort of partner in crime. Initially you teamed up to play a dangerous game of sneaking around his ancestral home to gather and send out evidence that would put his incestuous and murderous sister Lucille behind bars, and somewhere along the way you two had genuinely fallen in love with one another.

You then found a good handful of scenarios where you both lived in the Avengers Compound, having a bad case of mutual pining and both of you being too hesitant and overcome with doubt that neither of you made a move until the situation practically forced you to confess. One even involved you photographing him for an Avengers calendar where he stripped for you during his session.

"Yeah, this definitely sounds like you," you joked when you showed him one of the pictures from the photoshoot in question where he laid on his side on a white bed wearing nothing but a pair of white boxers. When you opened the next file, you let out a whiny groan out of sheer frustration and disappointment.

"Darling, that is a sound I only wish to hear when I elicit it from you. What's wrong?"

"Might as well just lie down on the table right now because there's no way this isn't a dead end." You waved the file in your hand in the air.

"Much as I would thoroughly enjoy claiming this particular prize, perhaps we need not be so hasty, my love. Tell me what would be such a hindrance that you'd be ready to give up your theory--"

"Place of Birth: Asgard," you read out, cutting him off. "Born to Lady Sif of the Warriors Four--"

"Alright well Sif would surely have some choice words with me if I courted you but--"

"And the Crown Prince Thor, God of Thunder." You gave him a look as if to say "This is why", the realization dawning on him as well that yes, this would be the dead end that would grant him his victory. And yet for some reason, you decided to keep on turning the pages. "Gotta be honest, though, I thought that what would break our streak is if we never met in these--Oh what in the Game of Thrones Targaryen nonsense is this??"

"What is it?"

"The streak isn't broken yet," you croaked out, the disbelief entering his eyes as he frantically started searching for his corresponding variant file. "We were married for two and a half thousand years."

"I surrendered my claim to the throne of Asgard for you," he declared in astonishment. "We have children in this timeline." His voice began to hitch at the end, making you immediately close the distance between you to lace your fingers together.

"Looks like even something as monumental as being your brother's daughter couldn't stop us," you noted with a little smile, breaking out into a full grin when your comment made Loki exhaled in a rather loud chuckle that traveled across the library. You took your two folders and interlocked them, adding to the pile in the center. "Let's keep going."

It was several hours later that you two had finally found your way back to the desk that Mobius occupied, the more tenured agent pinching the bridge of his nose and rubbing at the inner corners of his eyes in clear frustration.

"You still got nothing, Cubey?"

"One of these days I'm gonna find a name for you that's just as annoying, Y/L/N, just you wait," he groaned, his posture visibly slumping when he saw the interlocked stacks of folders that you were carting around. "What in the name of the Alioth is that?"

"We found one," you proudly stated. "Proof that soulmates exist and…only some of them have a catchphrase."

"That's just one?!" he boomed, immediately getting shh'd by a more elderly analyst a few tables behind him to which you and Loki shh'd her right back without missing a beat. You nodded your answer to Mobius. "So what's the catchphrase?"

"I was made to be yours," you began, letting go of the cart to hold your hand out to Loki.

"And I yours," he finished, lacing your fingers together before draping his arm over your shoulder and pulling you closer to him.

"Wait a damn minute," Mobius said suspiciously, pointing a finger between the two of you. "Are you two trying to tell me that the first and so far only case of soulmates we have on record is--"

"Us," you finished for him, nudging the cart in his direction with your foot. "Every single lifetime on every single timeline accounted for."

"What about your own?" he questioned. "You both mentioned that you'd never met your timeline's version of each other prior to your Nexus events."

"Well see that's the thing. These files only cover everything prior to a variant's Nexus event, or what the events were in their own respective sacred timelines. We met each other after our Nexus events. So maybe our souls never found each other in the lives that we left behind because…we were meant to find each other here."

"Huh…" he mused, looking carefully at the two of you. "Could be. Nice catch, you two. I knew I made a good call giving you a partner, Loki."

"My darling mortal is quite brilliant," your lover beamed, pressing a tender kiss to the top of your head. "I believe I owe you a debt of gratitude for our introduction."

"Well, you really don't have to but if you feel so compelled, I'm willing to take a jet ski and a vacation to Miami if you two can swing it."

"We'll call you if anything serious pops up, just keep your tempad charged," you shot back, extending your free hand toward him to shake. "But really, Cubey. Thank you. For introducing us. For vouching for me and making sure that I didn't get pruned during my trial with Rennslayer--"

"Otherwise you might have crossed paths with that one-handed variant in the Void and who knows what nefarious and depraved intentions he would have had with you," Loki interjected, resting his head on yours.

"You have a Captain Hook variant?"

"Nah it was a president," Mobius answered with a wave of his hand. "Got his hand bit off by an alligator."

"So…a Captain Hook variant."

"Yeah, you know what you're right. Loki has a Captain Hook variant. You'll meet him soon enough when you get sent on a mission to the Void. Loads of highly dangerous variants usually find themselves there when they try to escape processing."

"If he even dares touch you I'll divest him of his remaining hand," Loki grumbled, once again pressing his lips to your temple. "That heathen can find his own variant of you. You're mine."

"All yours," you beamed, bringing your joint hands to your lips to press a kiss to his knuckles. "And speaking of…we're off for a few weeks, Cubey. We have a date to get to."

"Please don't get arrested for indecent exposure. Or public fornication," the senior agent groaned. "That's a timeline I'll need therapy for if I have to be the sorry ass to reset it."

Neither of you responded other than a little wave and a thumbs up in his direction as you walked away, the god giving you a dimpled smirk as you two made your way to your shared apartment.

"Where shall we head to first, little mortal? A hot spring? Or perhaps a nice scenic tundra? Or perhaps a cherry blossom forest? I can already picture your beauty with the backdrop of the falling petals…"

He stopped listing options when he saw you shaking your head, mirroring his smirk with one of your own. "Bedroom first. And give me your tie. You owe me ninety minutes."

A/N: I'm so glad to finally get this out for y'all to see! This was originally supposed to up weeks ago for something but some of my own revelations were made (translation: I got bitch slapped in the face by reality) which led to the postponing of this story. Anyways, I hope y'all liked it even if it is kinda cringe and silly. I'm always gonna be cringe and silly, so manage expectations accordingly. 🥴🫡

Also if you got all the references within the files (except the OLLA one that's a freebie) I officially love you. 💖💛

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non-beanary · 2 months

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Maybe I'm just hot off the disappointment that was Disney+ PJO but personally I love the ATLA live action!!

Yes I know there's things missed, but they've kept the feelings, essence, and so much of the original show!! We got references even if we didn't get the full storylines! Pipinpaddleopsicophilis!!! Cabbages!!! SECRET TUNNEL SONG!!!!!

I'm impressed they managed to fit the inventor AND Jet AND secret tunnel all into OMASHU and I didn't hate it!!! They made it fit and did it quite well! Bumi was a bit difficult to watch but I think that's just my personal preference.

I think some of the lines were cheesy, sure, but also I watched the katara v pakku fight- IMMEDIATELY went and watched the animated version and BRO THEY ALMOST GOT IT EXACT!!!! THAT IS SOME DEDICATION!!!!!

And CASTING?! Perfect! All of them, Aang is great, Sokka, Katara, Zuko, Azula, even Iroh !!

My one and only actual problem with the show is that they're showing everything in a very chronological order, and I believe we needed more nuance to Iroh and his son, we know Iroh and Zuko love each other, I think it didn't need to be as explicitly stated this first season at least.

Everything looks great, costumes, sets, cgi but that's mainly agreed upon. As a designer I HAVE TO APPRECIATE the level of detail they have managed to extract and extrapolate from the original show!

But yeah. Hands down, maybe I had low expectations but the occasional cringey power-of-friendship line does nothing to temper my happiness right now.

#avatar the last airbender #netflix atla #atla #atla live action #live action #pjo tv show #percy pjo #pjo #pjo series #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #percy jackson show

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kimsmuse · 10 months

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yandere childhood friend ♡ !!

gender neutral!reader. 1.7k words. warnings for irrational obsession for the reader. i'm not sure what it is but the guy is very, very delusional. i'm not sure what to think of this piece, but this one goes out for 🤏🍷anon, i loved the yandere drummer you drew so much so i hope you like this :) !!

“here,” you bring the flower to his face but he’s still annoyed. lately, he’s annoyed by almost everything, was teenage so bad? you wouldn’t know yet. your best friend is almost 2 years older than you and only holds the position because you've been practically be forced to get along with each other, courtesy of your family being great friends.

he scrunches up his face. “i'm allergic, you should know that.” he responds, not even looking up from his homework. “make me a paper bouquet, then we’ll see.”

the first time you realized that you liked your bestfriend was the first time that he realized that romance was not his cup of tea and with you? no way in hell. he hated the idea of cheesy romcoms and pop songs, it disgusted him and he made a point of making it obvious.

but you were young, just about 12 or something, and he was the only one close enough to fantasise about, so you did - doodled hearts around his initials and yours, “2gether 4ever ♡” and made it so obvious to the adults around you that they often teased you about it, much to your friend’s dismay.

and the crush was so strong that the moment you went home, you were on youtube, looking for ways to make a paper flower, and then piecing it all together.

“bed time, now,” your mother calls out and you proudly show off your paper bouquet to her, “is that for him?” she asks, amused at your efforts to be seen by your crush. you nod.

“aw, baby, as much as i love his mother as my bestfriend, that kid doesn’t deserve you,” she kisses your forehead.

yes, there were times when it felt like your heart was breaking into pieces or however those songs called it, when you saw him around school hanging out with other girls and not even acknowledging your presence. but when you went home and he excitedly told you about the new game he was playing, you fell all over again. besides, this is what happened in the music videos, right? there will be a day when he sees you like that too, when he’ll be long over this phase of shouting “ew, ew, ew,” when his parents kiss and be a more mature guy.

you did think that. but it was always in such a future tense that it never seemed realistic enough, it seemed far, far away. and when you actually reached that time period, your family had to move away, dad got a job somewhere else.

so you left that paper bouquet, (which quite frankly you didn’t have the courage to give it to him in fear that he might mock you that he told you to make it for him and you did? what a fool…) and a letter detailing your feelings for him.

but obviously it didn’t hold much depth, as you can imagine, a preteen detailing their infatuation.

but long after you were gone, your friend started to do something which he never thought he would do, ever. he was missing you.

he missed you when he came home from school and there was no one to talk to, or no one to taunt about how much he hated a particular thing and not have you judge him. it was just so awesome on how you had never judged him for anything, because he was sure if he kept on repeating on how much he hated taylor swift to some other girl in his grade, she'd probably have flipped him off, even if she, herself hated her. that was the level of repetitive he could get.

but he missed you, making those random cakes with your mother and you ran down to him to make him taste it first and he acted disgusted. “this is the worst, did you put in salt instead of sugar?” and you still had a smile on your face when you answered. “no, i just tasted it.”

he fiddled with the paper bouquet you left him for a long while after that, thinking about that afternoon and many others like that again and again. he could just… call you but his ego wouldn’t let him. and he was so disappointed over the fact that you were talking to his mother almost every other day, but you never asked for him?

it was hurtful.

but he couldn’t just ignore it. even when it was the only thing he wanted to do, ignore you, keep you out of his mind. but even when in high school he began going on dates and dances, he kept coming back to the paper flowers you left him.

he didn’t have any allergies. he was just messing with you. he never knew you'd actually do it. just like he never thought you'd actually leave, or that he'd ever miss you like this.

when he was out of the local college, he was sure that he was going to come to you, he knew the city where you lived through his parents' daily conversation at the dinner table. you were still in college, about an year or two remaining and he looked for jobs in your area.

when he found one, he was absolutely relieved. he told his parents it was one of the best opportunities in his career and it was, just not in his career, but it helped that the city you were in was quite famous and the job wasn’t bad either.

so when he finally takes your number from his mother and calls you.

he’s so delighted to hear your voice, even though it has changed a lot. and you’re happy too! you sound really happy when you say that you're excited to meet him.

and oh, you’re right, he never considered your angle on it, you must have missed him so much! oh, poor thing, the move must have been so harsh to you. maybe the reason you didn’t ask his mom to give him the call was because it'd simply hurt too much to talk to him without being near him. right? this had to be the only explanation.

so when he moves in and settles into his apwrtment, he calls you in the morning, and you give him a recommendation for a cafè nearby, “it’s a good one, i think you'll like it,”

see! you know him so well!

he arrives there a few minutes late, but you’re already there. oh, you still love him so well.

but midway through drinking overexpensive coffees and reminiscing the old times, he chokes on his drink.

he honestly thinks you’re kidding.

“what?” he wants you to repeat it again.

“i said, i’m not in love with you, my friend, i’ve moved on,”

the friend stings more than applying sanitizer on a cut, he swears. but it was just unbelievable, you were just running after him (not quite literally, pardon him, he’s a little delusional) begging for him (again, he’s delusional) to make him go on a date with you, with the last part being true. you did want him to go on a date with you, but you respected his decisions.

yes, you did have the worst and incredibly humiliating crush on your childhood friend, but it was just all that was in your opinion, a crush that started when you were 12 because he was the only one you hung out with and spent all your time with and so you were convinced, from ages 12 to 16 almost that this was the guy you’d marry and start a family with, you’d already picked out the names for them. but the problem was? he didn’t like you back.

your childhood friend had better things to do, like all teenage guys do, ofcourse, but he was always stuck with the feeling that he didn’t want you, he physically cringed when at joint dinner sometimes both of your parents would joke about you both dating, it was just something that was unimaginable for him at that point. only at that point though.

he was too busy going out on dates with random people, unbeknownst to how much he was hurting you (because in his defense, he was just a kid and he wasn’t quite sure how deep your feelings ran).

but now? why not now?

he had finally realized that it was you he liked, genuinely. And now you say this? It was absolutely heartless, did you not even stop to consider his feelings, even for once? Did the fact that you loved him before mean nothing to you?

“why don’t you love me anymore? or are you lying? to avenge your hopeless pining and me turning you away, is that it? please, talk to me. please.”

“it was a childhood crush, they eventually go away,” you don’t know what more he wants to say to you.

“but i… but you,”

“there are no but's here, if you came here looking for me because you’re realizing your feelings almost 8-9 years later then it's absurd because did you really think i would wait for you that long? i have a life now, i have a boyfriend and.. just grow up, you have a job here you should focus on that.”

you mentally made a note to stay the fuck away from this guy, because he was spewing some crazy, crazy shit. never in your wildest dreams did you ever think he would come back and be insistent on his feelings, it was all like a fever dream.

“am i that bad..?” he whispers softly, you look up at him, he has both of his hands on the table and his head hanging down. great, he's crying now. “i'm sorry i was so rude to you before.”

“look, it's fine, okay? we were both kids and i don't even hold it against you, i didn’t back then and i still don't. so go live your life and move on,”

you didn’t think you could bear to stay sitting there for a minute more, so you got up and went to the counter to pay and without a second glance, you left the cafè.

all the while, your childhood friend is still sitting there, not looking up.

“i.. i can’t do that,” and he looks up and wipes his tears, he didn’t come all the way here just to get disheartened so easily, did he?

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avengersassemble123 · 4 months

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The (un)expected Thanksgiving

Pairing: Ran Haitani x fem!reader

Since Im going through my Haitani brothers brainrot, especially Ran Haitani, here's a fic for all the Haitani lovers like me HAHA.

Age ranges of the characters are majorly in 20s. Ran is 24, while you and Rindou are 23.

PS: this is a female reader based fanfic. Majorly a crackfic

Inspired from the series 'THE BIG BANG THEORY' (7x09) The thanksgiving Decoupling.

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"I dont get it. Why am i being bullied here?"

"Just because i said so"

"Thats bullshit."

"Ran, be nice."

You three were preparing for the thanksgiving party at the Haitani brothers' place, since they insisted that they were the best and better party throwers than anyone in the whole of Toman, leading you to prepping up the food, you forcefully making Ran's lazy ass help you, while Rindou played a video game after helping to clean the house.

Currently the argument was being held between the brothers on Ran warning Rindou on beating him up if Ran's fell asleep and was disturbed by the others in the party, leading to the younger sibling defend himself back and you scolding your boyfriend on bullying his younger brother.

"Now i know how the Korean slaves felt in Japan..."

You gave him a deadpan offended look, eyebrow raised and staring at him, as he was sat like a grumpy cat busy playing his game. Your boyfriend snorted, making you kick his feet to shut him up.

"Are you seriously comparing you two's sibling fight to one of the greatest Japanese Korean tragedies?" You asked.

"Yes." Rindou grunted, shrugging his shoulders as if its the most obvious thing in the world, making you roll your eyes.

"Im surprised you guys even know that considering you two's level of education" you retorted, making offended gasps come out from the two brothers, "Hey watch your mouth, Im the eldest here. You dont back answer me. Ill kick your ass." Ran threatened playfully as he twirled a knife and pointed towards you jokingly, making you give him a 'sure' look.

"Rindou, ignore your brother, you know you can spend a nice thanksgiving anywhere, I spent one in Roppongi anyway, before i was dating Ran." you said, as you walked towards the living room couch.

"You did?" Ran asked, following me with a opened desert cup.

"Yea, back when i was dating my ex Kenji. It was really fun, we visited casinos, cheesy wedding chapels, roamed around malls, got drunk and explored the night life, and also almost landed up in a strip club, which was of course surprising as hell." you chuckled, unknown towards Ran being taken aback midway eating his desert, looking at Rindou, who had confused eyes darting towards his brother's, his attention completely off the game, as the brothers' exchanged confused glances between each other.

"Wait you went to chapel?" Ran asked. "Yea." you chuckled, as you continued to apply spread on my sandwich. "Why?" He continued.

"We had one of those silly fake wedding haha" you chuckled, thinking of it as a funny memory, while Ran's eyes squinted at you, visibly taken aback, as Rindou now removed the headphones from his ears and onto his shoulders, glancing between you two and seeing the interaction in confusion. "(NAME)," Ran started, now his desert kept on his lap, as squinted his eyes at her, "You know those are real, right?"

"Huh no they're not." you scoffed, assuming he was joking, as you continued to giggle and eat your sandwich.

"Baby...Rindou and I have been ruling Roppongi since we were 13...we know it inside out...Trust me, they are real." Ran responded, as now slowly set down his unfinished desert.

You slowed your chewing, your eyes blanking out, seeing that your boyfriend was indeed serious unlike his usual demeanour, as despair and nervousness slowly filled inside your body, "No..they're not" Your voice slightly quivered, as you looked at Rindou for backup, but instead was returned with the same confused nervous look as Ran's.

"Yea they are." Ran responded.

"He's right, they're real." Rindou confirmed.

You sat there nervous, as you started fidgeting with your sandwich, "B-But it didnt seem real..." You muttered, your voice whimpering, as you looked at both of them, as if trying to convince them and even yourself. You three exchanged glances between each other, but majorly you looking at Ran as he looked at you, this time his eyes widened and his mouth slightly agape.

"Son of a bitch" you both cursed under your breaths.

--- TIMSKIP 2 HOURS LATER---

It was almost time for your friends to arrive, as you guys were busy doing last minute preparations.

"I cant fucking believe you're married to that idiot." Ran muttered, as he aggressively continued to set up the tables with loud thuds.

You sighed as you were busy setting up the pillows and cushions of the living room sofa, "Would you stop it? we just did it as a goof."

"Goof or not, you two are actually married. you need to get this taken care of, or Ill handle it myself." Ran gritted, as he put down the nachos bowl with a 'thud'.

"I will. Why are you making it such a big deal?" you gritted as you finished dusting off the couches and bean bag.

"Oh i have a reason," Rindou spoke out as he was casually setting up the DJ system, "It could be because you said yes to marrying Kenji, but made Ran chase you till the end of the Earth as you showered him with resounding 'no's and making one of the kings' of Roppongi's ego hurt." Rindou didnt look up, as he was amused by the situation and the argument happening between you two, making him snort mentally at the kind of problem it is.

You and Ran both glared at Rindou, as he hummed and tested out his new tracks.

You sighed as you now stood in the middle of the living room frustrated, your hands placed at your hips. "So how do i undo this?"

"Im hoping you can get an annulment cuz it never happened." Ran replied.

"Great. Well what do i have to do?"

"Ran looked into his phone, searching for solutions when he spoke up, "It says here that you can get an annulment, if any of the following conditions are met. 1. Were you unable to consummate the marriage? Hah you? Next." Ran mocked, as you rolled your eyes and glared at him. "Is there any case of fraud, bigamy, want of understanding-"

"Want of understanding? What does that even mean?" you asked before being interrupted by the younger brother.

"Ding ding ding we have a winner" Ran cheered, mocking you, making you roll your eyes for the third time in the span of few hours, rubbing your eyes in frustration at the nonsense.

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Soon your friends of Toman started coming in, as you guys greeted them as everyone started settling in and started mingling and partying.

You were talking with Shion and Mochi, "Hey thanks for coming in. Here's the bottle you wanted to taste." you replied with a bland and strained tone, making the two question.

"Whats with you?" Mochi asked, when Ran appeared and answered immediately, "Oh she's just mad at me because she just found out that she was married to her ex." Ran replied with a strained forced smile, looking at you the whole time, his hands inside his pockets.

"Really that dumbass you used to date? Tha-ts hysterical" Shion started laughing at the end midsentence, making you glare at him. "I cant believe i felt bad for opening this earlier." I said, before snatching the bottle from Mochi's hands and walking away. Mochi glared at Shion as the latter pursed his lips, "Congratulations you played yourself." "Shut up."

Soon enough the party started, along with everyone starting to realise the tension between you and Ran, as you told everyone not to worry about it Rindou coughing in the background.

Hinata, Takemichi, Draken, Emma, Mikey, Baji and Kazutora were hanging out in the kitchen going through the food stuff, when Senju barged out of nowhere, "Guys you wont believe what i just heard."

"What?" Hinata asked. "Im pretty sure she has some random bullshit to spout out" Baji joked, giving a high five to Mikey and Draken, as Senju rolled her eyes, giving him the middle finger.

"First off, fuck you Baji. Second off, did you guys know that (NAME) was married to her ex Kenji two years ago?"

"WHAT?" Everyone in the kitchen exclaimed, as they turned their heads towards a smug Senju, some of the people's mouth full mid bite (Mikey and his dorayaki). "Yea. thats the reason why we were uncomfortable with the tension between (NAME) and Ran."

Yuzuha came running in, before spotting Senju and visibly deflating, "You told everyone here already didnt you?"

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As you were sitting with the girls that is Emma, Hinata, Senju and Yuzuha, talking about the situation as they had confronted you about it, when Ran came out of his bedroom, walking towards you, reading into his phone, "Ok ive readied the annulment papers, all that needs to be done is for you and that dumbass to sign it. Understood?"

"Yea."

"Oh and do it soon as possible will ya?"

"I fucking get it Ran, can you stop bothering me about this?" you gritted as you stood up and started walking towards his room.

"How the hell am i bothering you, when im just trying to get your ass out of this stupid mess?" Ran gritted back, as he stared at your back.

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"How am i the bad guy? She's the one who married someone else. Im the victim." Ran ranted, as Rindou, Sanzu, Izana, Kakucho and Mochi sat on the couches drinking and watching the game on the TV"

"Sounds like Kenji's the victim. You're sleeping with his wife." Sanzu retorted making the other men snort. "Okay i see what your problem is...Can i weigh in here?" Izana asked, making Ran shrug. "Im trying to watch the game here, shut up."Izana retorted with a blank face before turning towards the TV, making the others finally burst out in laughter, as the braided male rolled his eyes in annoyance.

Just the you entered, walking towards your boyfriend, "Well, you'd be happy to know that i just spoke with Kenji, and he's willing to sign the papers." Ran nodded, making his way towards to you, both of you peeking in your phone together. "He's on his way here now." You said, making Ran look up at you with an incredulous look, "Wait, you invited him here?" Ran asked, slightly raising his tone.

"Im getting ready to weigh in here again." Izana called out, not turning his eyes off the TV, making Ran roll his eyes, before pulling you towards a quieter corner.

You both were at a quieter corner near the kitchen, arguing,

"I just don't understand why you had to invite him here today??"

"Because you wouldnt shut up about it. and when I called him, he had nothing to do so I just thought-"

"Hey guys" Kokonoi spoke up from behind the kitchen counter, "We're kind of talking here."

"Oh sorry we'll keep it down." you said apologetically, again turning towards Ran, but being interrupted again, "Oh no no, speak up."

Ran and you looked at him confused, before looking at Inui, Kisaki and Hanma behind him, the three males waving at you. "We are kinda bit further from you two's talking range, and we dont wanna miss anything." Kokonoi shrugged, making your mouth agape, squinting at their audacity before looking at Ran, who had an annoyed look.

"Well get ready to invite one more, because she invited Kenji over here right now." Ran said, before a loud 'WHAT' was heard.

Mitsuya slapped Peh's mouth shut, while Pah turned him around, alongside Mikey, Draken, Baji, Kazutora, who were pretending to look into some other directions, whistling some random notes and observing the surroundings.

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After Half an hour, when the doorbell rang, every single person scrambled, waiting for the next moments of what was about to come.

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"Well, here are the papers, you just gotta sign in here." Ran said, as he put forth the papers across the table, as you and Kenji stood across each other.

"Sorry I made you come over here on a holiday" you apologised, as you stood patiently at your side.

"Its alright." Kenji said, "I didnt have anything going on, plus, (NAME) told me we were married, and thanksgiving is the time to be with family." Kenji said with a wide tooth smile. If looks could kill, Kenji wouldve been tortured to death by the way Ran glared at him, while you blankly looked at your dumb ex. "Yea okay great, Can we just get this over with?" You said, as you took the pen and signed the papers.

"Great, by a few days, this marriage will be over, and you both can go seperate ways." Ran said, as you held the pen towards Kenji to sign it, "Here."

Kenji hummed before speaking up, "I dont know if i wanna sign these papers."

Everone 'oooed', as you both ignored the voices. You glared at Kenji with a 'are you serious look' while Ran had red in his eyes, "Why not?" Ran said, his voice raising, restraining himself to not beat the shit out of him.

"Because i think splitting up would be rough on the kids." Kenji said, making you two look at him with dumbfounded looks. "

"We don't have any kids" You say, "Are you sure, cuz you didnt know we were married until this morning." Kenji said, making Ran look towards you, smacking his lips and squinting his eyes, giving you the 'he's got a point' look, making you roll your eyes.

"Okay Kenji, you know neither of us thought this was real, i mean we were married by an anime character impersonater."

"Of course it was an Anime character impersonater. we could never afford a real one."

You looked at him with your eyes squinted and dumbfounded look, while Ran rubbed his hand over his face, "You married him instead of me? Yeah good call." Ran said, taking the pen from your hands and pointing it towards Kenji , "Sign the damn papers."

"Hang on" You said, pointing your hand towards Ran, "You know you've been a jerk about this all day. You always do this. Whenever i mess something up, you're right there to make me feel worse about it."

"That is not true." Ran argued.

"You know we couldve waited till Monday, signed the papers, and this wouldve all been over."

"You're the one who invited him here."

"Oh there we go again. Just another mistake you're throwing at my face."

"Not cool bro." Kenji said, poking Ran's shoulder with the pen, as Ran squinted at him annoyed and irritated. "Im starting to think you're not the guy i want dating my wife."

You held Ran's one hand back, not to let him physically strangle Kenji in front of the others.

Ran took a deep breath, before speaking up, "Yea, well she's not gonna be your wife for long."

"Oh no are you dying?"

Ran looked at the ceiling, while you closed your eyes in frustration, still holding Ran's one hand to calm him down.

"Im about to. Sign the damn papers." you said.

Kenji signed the papers as he happily said, "You know what they say, Happy wife..Happy life." He put the pen down on the table as he grinned and looked towards you both, while Ran gave him a sideye, his both hands on the table, while you took a deep breath.

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Soon the party ended, as everyone bid goodbyes. Finally only you, Ran and Rindou were left. Rindou went to his room, while you and Ran sat beside each other on the couch, watching TV, and eating ice cream.

You sighed, as you slid an arm underneath his, "Hey, i'm sorry about today. And i promise that the next time i get married, it wont be a joke. It'll be for love. Or money." i said nodding my head, before giving him kisses on his cheeks and his lips before resting my head on his shoulders, as Ran snorted on your words. He then moved his hands to wrap around you, as he then retorted, "Its a win win for me, since i qualify for both", making you chuckle, as you both continued to cuddle and watch TV and eating the tub of ice cream.

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ro-written · 11 months

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Spills and Confessions - C.San

Tags/Warnings: Pure fluff, drinking, San being a giggly and cute drunk, kdrama-level situations

Word Count: 1.3k

You stared at San as his face got redder and redder and his body swayed a bit, even sitting down. It was adorable.

The two of you hadn’t been able to just sit down and catch up with each other in a few weeks. Yes, you made sure to message each other, checking in on your best friend with his busy idol schedule and you balancing work and general life. But finally, earlier that night, he texted you as you finished in the shower.

Sannie 🌄: what are you doing RIGHT. NOW. You: not a “hello”? nary a “how are you?” Sannie 🌄: hello my bestest friend ever Sannie 🌄: now answer. You: …im scared to. Sannie 🌄: 🤨🤨🤨scared of ME??? You: absolutely not, dont make me laugh Sannie 🌄: booooooo, what are you doing toniiiiiight???? You: nothing, dear 😞 Sannie 🌄: good answer. Sannie 🌄: cause i have no work tomorrow morning and im expecting you to not either You: bold assumption. Sannie 🌄: well you know me You: …it would also be a correct one Sannie 🌄: 😼perfect Sannie 🌄: come over and drink with me, everyone’s out for the night You: lmao sounds good, give me like 30

Well, an hour later and three drinks in, San was giggling at a little joke you had made. Just a slight innuendo, nothing you hadn’t done before, but to him it seemed to be the funniest thing in the world. He wiped his eyes of the two tears racing down his face.

“Was it funny?” You looked at him with eyebrows raised, trying to hide the small smile playing on your lips behind your drink glass. He has been a lightweight since you could remember. Even with all the working out he’s done, no matter how broad - as he likes to brag about - his shoulders get, that fact will never change.

“Very…..very much so,” he gasps out, slowly bringing himself to calm down. His entire neck was beet red and his eyes turned into half-moons with his smile. His dimples showed through and you couldn’t help but reach out to poke one of them. The slight haze in your brain overtook your thinking, and you didn’t consider it before you moved and blurted out

“You’re so cute, honey.”

When the words were finally processed in your head, it was too late.

He had looked at you with this wide-eyed, child-like look. His lips formed the little pout they’d do when he was confused or shocked about something. The drink he held in his hand stayed frozen halfway between the table and his mouth.

It wasn’t like you two didn’t flirt before. Of course you have, but it was in a platonic way. Just little comments here and there about how someone looked a particular time, or saying cheesy one-liners. But it never went past that. You two always kept the invisible wall of “lol” and “whatever” up to not make either person feel weird. But this comment was different. And even in his unsteady state, he was able to detect the tone in your voice.

Of course, you found San attractive, anybody who could perceive other people would find him attractive. Did that mean you had a crush on the man? …yes. You knew you did, but you held that as close to your chest as you could, not wanting him to feel uncomfortable if it came to be that he didn’t feel the same way. You’ve tried to shake your mind out of it for a while, trying to find any ick about him to keep up the platonic barrier of your friendship. And when that didn’t work, you went on dates to distract yourself. But during these dates, you would only find yourself comparing them to San. How they dressed, how they talked, their personalities. None of them could ever compare.

“Um…sorry, was that weird?” You backtracked and tried to laugh it off. You could feel your face burning though and quietly hoped it wasn’t too noticeable. He kept quiet, eyes going down to the bottles in front of both of you. Gotta go gotta go gotta go gotta–

“I think I’m gonna get water!” You abruptly stood up from the couch to make your way over to the kitchen in the dorm. You needed to get away from him and the heavy atmosphere that had suddenly clouded the room.

Grabbing out a random mug you think was Mingi’s, you went to the sink and stared at the cold water filling the cup. Maybe it’s time to sober up and get home. You chugged the water, staring into the sink at the excuse you were gonna try to give San for leaving so early and how you were going to get an Uber back to your place.

“Uh, hey.”

San’s voice behind you made you jump and whip your head around. The water splashed up on your shirt sleeve and looking down you realized that it got on the floor as well.

“Shit, sorry,” San mumbled and rushed over to help you clean up the spill. You grabbed one of the dish rags laying next to the stove and started to crouch down right as San got there, moving to grab the towel out of your hand to clean it instead. His hand, instead, grabbed onto yours, and it made you both stop to stare at each other. He was warm, his hand soft and gentle against yours. His face was still flush, but his eyes were completely focused on you and how it felt to touch you. You took a deep, steadying breath as you gently pulled the rag from his hand.

“Don’t apologize, Sannie. I spilled it, I should clean it.” You offered him a closed-mouth smile, doing your best to relax your features and not show the inner turmoil you were facing. His mouth opened but quickly closed as you turned your attention to cleaning up the water.

He struggled to figure out exactly what he wanted to say. He knew somewhat when he walked in, having gone over it in his head when you had come in here, but all of that was lost as soon as he saw you. He knew what he wanted, he’s always known. He’s known it since that day you showed up at the dorm to sneak him out for a night away from all the dance practices and interviews. You took him to a small festival with bright lights and various foods, ones that you made him share with you so he could have a break from his dieting. And that night, under the mix of the moonlight and the soft yellow lights, he realized that what he had wanted was you.

“It wasn’t weird,” he said suddenly. You stopped wiping at the floor to understand what he had said to you. Your heartbeat hadn’t stopped racing for the past fifteen minutes and you were afraid that you would collapse at any second. You feared that if you looked up at him, looked him in his eyes again, you truly would collapse. So you stood up and turned towards the counter to dump the rest of the water, balling up the towel in your hands.

You felt a hand on your shoulder gently pulling to turn you. Complying, you shifted around, keeping your eyes on his chest where his grey hoodie was decorated with Seoul National University’s logo on it. His hand moved under your chin, pushing it to make you look into his eyes.

“I need you to hear me when I say this.” Your breath caught in your throat. “I’ve liked you for years. And I never wanted to say anything because I was worried about scaring you off but…I like you. And I think that you may like me too.” His eyebrows drew together, eyes begging you to say something.

Taking another deep breath, you felt your heartbeat slow down for once tonight. You brought both hands up to smooth out the crease in between his eyebrows and smiled, grabbing both sides of his face. Whether it was the alcohol in your system, or the confession he just gave you, something gave you the courage to respond back to him earnestly.

“Of course, I like you Sannie.”

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cal-flakes · 9 months

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thinking about our boy rafe! i really wanna ask him out for date and share milkshake with him, and you know that cheesy sharing one straw thing, yes i wanna do that with him and watch sunset with him and kiss his lovely face 🥺

╰┈➤ first date with rafe

warnings: light swearing, fluff.

summary: rafe picks y/n up for their first date together.

she picked at her nails nervously as she waited by the window, inspecting every care that drove past her house incase it was his.

her stomach did flips as she paced her living room, anxious for the night to come. she knew him somewhat well already, but not on a personal level. for years rafe was just her friend’s brother, nothing more, but he could be?

sighing, she smoothed down her sundress once more and fixed her makeup in the hallway mirror until she heard the sound of rafe blaring his car horn. “christ i’m coming…” she muttered sarcastically to herself, quickly grabbing her bag before rushing out of the door.

closing in on his range rover, she grinned as he jumped out, rounding the car to hold the door open. “thank you” she giggled shyly, sliding into the passenger seat.

situating herself, y/n failed to notice the holes rafe was burning in her for a moment, but soon caught him staring. “what? is something wrong?

“no, no! of course not, you just- you look beautiful y/n..” he cooed, glancing at her to flash a quick smile. “oh- thank you rafe, you look rather charming yourself” she stated, mimicking his laughter.

“so where are we going?” she queried, recognising the roads they were taking yet having no clue of the destination. “i thought we could go to the island club? i know you said you don’t really like food on first dates because it’s messy, so i thought we could just get a milkshake or something?” he stated, yet a tone of uncertainty shone through.

she grinned in delight as she felt her stomach flutter, he remembered. it was such a small thing, yet so surprising, especially coming from rafe cameron.

“that sounds really nice” she mumbled, watching the way his hands gripped the steering wheel.

the rest of the drive there was comfortably quiet, with rafe focused on the road and y/n humming along to the songs on the radio. “do you have a favourite song?” he asked, not wanting to seem bored. he smirked slightly as he noticed her eyes light up at the question.

“oh gosh, i don’t think i could pick one! there’s so many, and i like so many different artists-” she rambled, so uplifted by the chance to talk about music. he chuckled at her childlike excitement as they headed into the restaurant.

thanking their server for the night, she slid into the booth, her manicured hands trailing over the menus placed in front of them. “so, milkshakes. what flavour?” he asked, resting his chin in his hand. “chocolate, always chocolate!” y/n giggled.

twisting his face, he grimaced at the thought. “chocolate? why would you choose chocolate? of all flavours!” he sighed teasingly. her mouth fell agape as she played along, placing a hand over her hurt heart. “chocolate is like the best flavour of anything!”

their debate settled once the server reappeared, pen and pad in hand. both rafe and y/n stuttered for a moment, now indecisive about what flavours to get, cautious of their previous disagreement.

“how about, we get one chocolate and one vanilla? and we can share them?” y/n suggested, growing antsy at the idea of the server waiting for them to choose. “sounds good to me..” rafe smiled, collecting both menus for the younger girl stood at the edge of their table.

y/n, set out to find out more about the boy opposite her, leaned further across the table, grabbing his attention. “so, mr kook king, tell me about yourself” she stated, earning a sarcastic smile at the nickname. “what do-what do you wanna know?” he stumbled, suddenly dumbfounded as his mind went blank.

“i want to know about you, what you do, your family, you’re friends and so on..” she chuckled, tracing patterns on the top of her hand with her nail. glancing between the ticklish sensation, and her, he rubbed his jaw in thought.

“well, i’ve recently taken on my fathers development company, and it’s great, it gives me something to do, but i kinda want more out of life y’know?” he explained, his tone softer now. she frowned in sympathy as he spoke, she’d heard about his late father, everyone had.

“i get you, i really want to go travelling after college, there’s just so much more to the world than kildare, i want to get out” she hummed, watching as he nodded along. “exactly, like there’s just a lot of shit that went down here, and it would be really refreshing to get back out for a while..”

her mind worked away, picking his words apart to understand exactly what he meant. “so, where do you want to travel?” he asked, shifting the focus from himself. “ooh! well, i really want to go to south america, and europe, oh! and i really want to go to italy, it’s so romantic and magical there” she gushed, daydreaming of going one day with a romantic partner.

their conversation was cut short when their milkshakes arrived, the pair thanked the girl once more before turning their eyes to the overly large glasses infront of them, topped with whipped cream and sauces.

“okay, so next question..” he mumbled with a mouthful of whipped cream. giggling, she tilted her head. “if you could be any animal, what would you be?” he asked with full seriousness.

she threw her head back hysterically, laughing at the cheesy first date question. “hmm, i think i’d be…”

the next hour or so was full of laughter and silly questions as they learned more about one another, and every so often he felt as though he’d never laughed like this before, just pure- genuine happiness for a night, and he couldn’t help but wish that every night from then on would be the same.

the pair finished off their milkshakes before he paid the bill, much to her dismay. their hysterics continued all the way home, until they reached y/n’s front porch.

“okay-okay! last question!” he sang, wincing as his stomach began to hurt from laughing so much. “would you, possibly, like to go on another date with me?” he questioned, cocking a brow playfully. “oh, i’m not sure about that..” she joked, her face lighting up in amusement as disappointment washed over his face.

she leant against the porch railing, smiling sweetly at him as she placed a gentle hand on his chest. “i’m kidding you big baby!” she teased. “i would absolutely love, to see you again” she whispered between breaths. eyeing him as he stepped closer.

“good, because i want to see you again..” he agreed, cupping her face softly as he closed the space between them.

her eyes gleamed as she stared up at him, wrapping her arms around his neck before pulling him down to meet her lips.

his free hand snaked around her back as he deepened the kiss, while hers reached up to his buzzed hair.

the two quickly pulled away, breathless as they grinned at one another. “pick you up tomorrow?” he suggested, taking a step back. “tomorrow sounds good” she muttered, looking up at him through her lashes. nodding, he began to walk backwards to his car, ensuring she got inside the house before he drove off.

“goodnight y/n..” he breathed contently.

“goodnight rafe..”

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ellieswifie · 8 months

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Icebreaker was literally so good omg I loved it

Is there any way you can do one with Matt and reader watching fireworks and they get too loud and reader just gets overwhelmed but Matt helps calm them down

Sorry if I explained that really badly

warnings: angst, panic attack, fluff, rushed, not proof read, etc.

authors note: yes!! thank you so much for this lovely request. i’m so happy you enjoyed my first matt sturniolo dabble and i hope you enjoy this one too. enjoy :)

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YOU WEREN’T THE BIGGEST FAN OF FIREWORKS. growing up in the small neighborhood town you lived in, there wasn’t much of any loud noises or fireworks period.

but when your amazing boyfriend and crazy fun brothers invited you to a firework show for the fourth, you had to give in and say yes. and as much as you hate to admit it, you had no other plans for the fourth of july.

you and matt had been walking hand in hand attempting to find a good place to place the blanket you had brought for the evening. it was nearly impossible considering how many people were seated around, taking majority of the fresh cut grass.

chris and nick were both sent off to grab different snacks/food presented at a food truck the four of you had noticed walking in. so it was just you and matt…

"i’ve never done one of these things before." you confessed, kicking grass as you and matt stared straight ahead. his head tilted slightly, but eyes remained forward, scanning for an open seat. his thumb brushed the back of your hand in a comforting gesture, as his eyes locked in an open path. "same, we usually do something small."

you simply nods your head removing your hand from his when he places the picnic blanket on the ground. a couple not far from you and matt are cuddled close, smiling cutely at each other.

it made your stomach fill with butterflies. you loved that your here with matt of all people. knowing that others around you feel loved made you so thankful just having someone like matt. it comforted you in the most incredible ways.

when you turn back to your boyfriend, he’s sitting on the blanket, hand waiting for you to grab. you place yours in his, kneeling to sit beside him.

his smile is precious and adorable. everything just feels enchanting.

"the fireworks are supposed to be starting soon." he muttered, eyeing his phone. "they must be running a little-"

but before you could translate the rest of matt’s words, his voice went mute and loud explosions echoed your ears. panic washed over your body as your hands rushed to cover your eyes and duck your head low. you felt as if something took over your body and you couldn’t move. couldn’t breathe. your eyes were looking at everything but matt.

matt quickly noticed your panic, and leveled his face with yours, holding your head in his hands. his breath was close to yours as you locked eyes with your worried boyfriend.

"fireworks…" he whispered, leaning toward you to wrap his large arms over your shoulders. your hands shook as you struggled to hold him. "it’s just fireworks…" matt assured, whispering your name softly.

your breathing is heavy as the loud noises echo your thoughts, shallowing matt’s words. you nudge your chin into his neck, looking at the sky. it’s absolutely beautiful. hundreds of different shades of colors fill the sky creating numerous patterns.

you can feel matt tilt his head up, catching the sky from his view. a vibrant coral purple covers the sky making your smile grow slightly. you find yourself holding onto matt as the loud fireworks sound grow fairly familiar.

matt rubs small circles on your back, trailing the patterns of fireworks he notices in the sky. "that color reminds me of you." he whispers, as a compassionate pink color flashes across the sky in several directions.

a soft giggle falls from your lips as you glance at the cheesy romance color. "how so?" you tease, trying to control your breathing smile inhaling matt’s sent.

"because it’s the color your cheeks make when you blush."

just as he says that, your cheeks quickly fluster up. but before you can say anything, you can here his younger brother start walking your guys way, making you and matt tear apart.

"we got snacks!" chris exclaimed, raising the sodas and popcorn in his hands. you look at the older triplet following behind, roll his blue eyes. "we got a bunch of junk food." he corrects, hiding his smile.

you couldn’t help but laugh, leaning into matt.

because even with the loud explosions crowded your thoughts, you couldn’t have felt more safe then with the people your with right now.

#ellieswifie #gracie writes #fem!reader #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo fluff #matt sturniolo angst #matt sturniolo x reader #fireworks #panic attack #angst #request open #sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #matthew sturniolo

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lxmbr · 7 months

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Luxiem when you propose first! 💍

cw: suggestive in vox and ike's. not proofread

notes: thank you so much anon!! i'm so nervous to post this so i really hope this is up to your expectations! so sorry it took so long to make but i actually had a lot of fun! 🩷

Vox Akuma -

• Vox is a pretty traditional man so i think he'd be a bit bummed at first

• of course he'd say yes

• would probably still propose to you anyway

• he might even try to "1 up" you lol

• you mightve done it at a resturant but nonono he planned for weeks to get something "better"

• he ended up popping the question to you where he first asked you on a date

• he'd ask the other luxiem members to help set up the area with flower petals and candles/whatever you fancy

• VERY CLICHE.

• he does the cheesy prep talk before he finally pops the question

• "would you, (first and last name) make me, Vox Akuma the luckiest demon on earth and join me in ruling my clan?"

• afterwards he'd totally rizz you up to make you forget he just "beat you" in a fake competetion

• after BOTH proposals you know what happens ;)

• in the end he would happily say yes but be very flustered as he didnt expect you to be the one to do so.

• the fact that you proposed first was both hot AND sweet

• he'd still want to give his go at a proposal too though :)

Mysta Rias -

• This boy- man would SCREAM

• he'd be hella surprised

• after he asesses the situation i think he'd do that cringy white girl thing

• "OH EM GEE!! NO YOU DIDN'T! YES IF COURSE I WILL BABE!" while jumping and fanning his face with his hands

• after the jokes he'd say yes genuinely and kiss you happily

• "ah babeeee in so surprised but..im so happy" with his sheepish giggle

• would give you the BIGGEST HUG ™

• since you asked him he'd treat you to dinner that night

• "its on me loves..gotta treat my future wife don't i?~"

• wouldnt. stop. talking. about. it. all. week.

• he might cry a bit but he would hide it for sure. maybe only a tear or two would come out

• would be soooo clingy the rest of the day/night

• "can we shower together??"

• in the end he wouldnt mind all that much..hes just sooo excited to get to marry you!!

Luca Kaneshiro -

• you decided that day was THE day...but..so did he..

• oops! you both proposed the same day!

• of course the 3 year anniversary would he perfect!! why wouldnt he think of the possibility that you'd do it?!

• when you get on 1 knee he'd look around with a shocked expression and would give his awkward laugh

• "WHAT?!"

• after your speech he got down on HIS knee ans then proposed to you..at eye level since you were still kneeling

• everyone around was shocked. the other luxiem members aw-ing and laughing

• another loud one

• he'd call back home, YOUR mom, the waiters and waitresses, the lucubs...EVERYONE

• would also be clingy af

• couldnt look you in the face from pure shyness but you caught him staring at you multiple times

• he wouldnt stop praising you for your proposal

• "omg that was so good baby i loved it!!"

• never lets go of you, your arms and hands are ALWAYS intertwined

• gets jealous and possessive easily

• he'd pull you away from everyone..mainly the other guys

• "excuse you IKE. my FIANCE is BUSY with ME." while dragging you toward him and pouting

• no one is ever letting you guys live this down

Ike Eveland -

• he already was calling you his fiance/wife/husband before any of this

• he panicked

• after your proposal he pulled you into a quieter place frantically without answering

• everyone thought it went bad and they all were upset

• you finally saw how red he was and he apologized and wanted to yell "YES" in your face..but he didnt

• "y-yes..i'd love to marry you min kärlek."

• wouldnt let go of your hand

• makes sure YOU put the ring on his hand, not him

• when you guys come back out hes holding your hand timidly, making sure to show off the ring

• "GUYSSSS STAWPPP" when everyone cheers

• takes you to your favorite place afterward for food and then books a 5 star hotel

• "come on darling...pack up your things! <3"

• lets just say...yall had a NIGHT

• tries his best to be romantic all night

• surprisingly can play it cool with you after the initial shock unlike luca

• while he might be internally freaking out he could calm you down and rizz you up so. easily.

• absolute baby boy ™

• so. SO. excited to start planning

• "so we can have half of the venue (your fav color) and the other half blue!! and omg i can have- and you can- and can we please-"

• basically very surprisee and panicked but once he gets you alone he very quickly gets insanely excited

Shu Yamino -

• he already knew

• was very nervous and wary around you often since he didnt know when but he knew you would yk?

• of course he didnt say anything, he didnt wanna ruin it

• actually he didnt even tell you he knew

• was actually caught off gaurd when you did it at first

• the rest of the proposal though he was able to keep it cool

• he actually bought you a ring and flowers in preperation

• "i would..love to marry you" as he grabs your hand and slips on your ring while you slip his on

• "ah..ive been waiting for this..im so happy"

• only tells close people such as family, luxiem, and manager-san

• asks staff-san for a week off that same day for a pre-wedding honeymoon

• gets shy whenever you call him your fiance/husband and vise versa

• he adores you and is clearly SO excited

• you caught him searching for weddingspo one night when he was supposed to be working

• buys new flowers every week until the day of the wedding

• lowkey had a dream about it and it made him giddy all day when he woke up

#niji en #ike eveland #luca kaneshiro #luxiem #mysta rias #nijisanji en #shu yamino #vox akuma #nijisanji #luxiem x reader #luxiem x you #fanfiction #fanfic #headcannons #marraige #JanesShitposting

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sweaterweatherever · 1 year

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Hi, I was wondering if you could do an Xavier Thrope x f!reader where the reader gets badly injured close to death in the battle between Crackstone and he's not sure if she will make it and is afraid of losing her. If you can't do it, that's fine. I just wanted to ask.

Cupid's arrow (Xavier Thorpe x Fem Reader)

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x Fem reader

Warnings: Mentions of blood and injury, reader gets hurt, but it’s temporary. Anyone in the medical field, save yourself from this mess and DNI. Nudity, kissing. Cheesy title.

Requested: Yes, hope you like it! I didn't get the reader close to death because my knowledge is pretty limited in medical things but Xavier certainly got scared. Everyone who requests: remember to send it only once!

A/N: No, I have no clue at weapons of any kind. No clue either if what the verb is for the thing Bianca does. Made the reader near the height of Jenna Ortega because that way I don’t have to think about where the arrow would have pierced. This was a pain to write and research, and I’m pretty sure there is still some hand wavy anatomy in here.

You and Xavier were friends since a long time ago. You had met him when he was a kid, pudgy and short, but with the same pretty smile. Your mom was friends with his father, famous too, except she wasn’t a psychic. No, your powers went more along the telekinesis side. You had known him all your life. Xavier had been your first crush, first kiss in a spin the bottle game, and currently your best friend.

You knew Xavier like you knew yourself, so you knew all about his hero complex, too. Xavier hadn’t always been cool, tall, and popular, he had been short, pudgy and an outcast. He knew how being picked last for the team, being bullied, felt like. He was always going to stand up for the weirdos, you knew it. You two were stuck together because of it, too. You hadn’t been popular as a kid, either. That instinct he had would make him go after Wednesday Addams time and time again. Nothing would happen to her if he had something to say about it.

That was undoubtedly why you didn’t leave when Bianca asked you to. The siren song was strong, but your convictions were stronger. Xavier was going to put himself in danger, you knew it. But you had promised to watch his back once, when you were the taller of the two of you, and he got bullied all the time. You knew he didn’t hold you to it now, that you were a whole foot shorter and weighted like 30 pounds less than him. Xavier had taken the role of your protector. He glared at the guys at parties whose hands lingered on your waist a little too long and made you uncomfortable. He helped with your backpack. And stood between you and whatever perceived danger he saw in Nevermore.

But you were a good fencer too, not quite on the level of Bianca and Wednesday, but definitely better than the boy who founded the archery club. And you had failed once already, when despite you kicking and screaming, Xavier had gotten dragged to jail on the word of Wednesday Addams. This time, you couldn’t fail. He was not dying on your watch.

It was a matter of principles, too. You weren’t just going to stand to the side and see how Crackstone burned your house to the ground. That was what Nevermore was to you two, with your troubled relationship with your parents.

“Y/N!” Xavier screamed, at seeing you. “You need to leave! I told Bianca to…”

“Yeah, I know.” You said, rolling your eyes and running towards him. Wednesday seemed to need all hands on board, from what you could tell. “You know I could tell by the way she worded it, you asked her to charm speak me specifically to run, right?” That one had stung. You and Bianca had a pretty good relationship, and you could tell doing this to you was hurting her. She wouldn’t try if someone hadn’t asked, even if she thought getting you safe was the right thing to do. There was one person in the whole school that was so convinced that you were defenseless. And only one ruthless enough to do what was necessary. Xavier. It had stung, sure. But you weren’t going to leave him here. You loved him too much for it, and sometimes it worried you, it was not as in a brother and sister way.

“I want you safe.”

“I want you safe too. But guess what, tough luck, darling!” You ducked and made a hand gesture, calling the water from the fountain to try to put out the fire. You dropped it right on top of some of the smallest flames, trying to prevent the fire from expanding. “At least I can help.”

Xavier ran to help Wednesday, and you saw in immense clarity how everything was going to go to hell. The arch was a bad choice, especially with telekinesis in the mix. It was the equal of bringing a knife to a gun fight and handing the knife to your opponent. You saw the arrow turn in the air, and you decided in a split second to step in front of it. It was heading for Xavier’s chest, to him, the blow could be lethal. For you, shorter as you were, it would hit higher, giving you a greater chance of survival. It was a stupid, impulsive decision, you would reflect later. You could have at least tried to use your powers to soften the blow, but weren’t too sure how they could work against Crackstone, another telekinesis user. The arrow stung a lot. It felt like your shoulder was on fire. You didn’t have time to try to touch your shoulder because the force of the impact threw you backwards. Hurting as you were, your mind went blank, fear gripping you. You didn’t attempt to catch yourself, and your head hit the floor, hard. The crunch resonated sickeningly in your skull. You screamed a little, vision going blurry with tears.

Xavier was right at your side then, eyes searching you for injuries. His hand went to cradle your head, and you whimpered, trying to pull away from him. When he lifted his hand, it came back sticky with your blood.

Your vision was spotty, and you felt tempted to close your eyes. They fluttered closed.

“Hey, don’t. Don’t close your eyes.” Xavier cupped your cheek, hand feeling wet and sticky against your skin. You frowned. “You are not dying on me. Look at me, Y/N.” You tried to focus your eyes on him, seeing how his eyelashes were wet with tears. Your heart was beating harshly, and you felt like you were unable to breathe. It was the fear taking over, you could tell. You were afraid of dying. “This was an idiotic thing you did.”

“I told you I had your back once.” You tried giving him a weak smile, to make him stop crying, but it didn’t work. Xavier's eyes were still pooling with tears. “Xavi, I’m scared.”

“Shit. Just… Just don’t close your eyes, keep looking at me. I’ll keep you safe. I promise.”

You tried to keep looking at him, forcing your eyes to stay open, but were unable to. You just were too dizzy. You felt your body tense, and then darkness.

You woke up to the sounds of people arguing.

“She needs to awake soon, if she is going to have a fighting chance.” You heard Wednesday say.

“I still think we should move her. It’s dangerous here. The fire….”

“You want your friend to live, or not?” Wednesday interrupted. You could feel tiny hands checking your skull. Too tiny to belong to Xavier. “We don’t know where else she is hurt, you could end up injuring her more.”

“At least take the arrow out. I don’t want her…” You jerked up, head pounding, and got face to face with two dark, unblinking eyes. Wednesday was binding? Something around your head.

“I don’t want her to bleed to death.” She simply stated, looking at your eyes. “Your pupils are even. That’s good.”

“What happened?” You asked her, confused. It wasn't clear to you why you were lying in the grass and was that fire? Your tongue hurt. Why did your tongue hurt?

“You bit your tongue because you had a seizure. A short one. You will be fine, this is probably a concussion.” Wednesday spoke. You couldn’t remember asking her that. “What hurts?”

“My shoulder. My head. My tongue. What’s wrong with me? What happened?” You tried to sit up, and peer at your shoulder, but Wednesday stopped you with a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“Don’t look. You will pass out.” Then, turning to Xavier, she ordered. “Lift her now. I doubt there is something else wrong.”

“How should I…?”

“The same as when we rolled her on her side. Slow.” Wednesday cautioned, and you were unable to decipher what they were talking about. Who had they rolled on their side? Why? What happened? Was it you?

“Yes. Now, let Xavier lift you.” Xavier. You trusted Xavier. Yes, you would let him.

The rest of the night was a blur. Xavier lifted you, making sure of not upsetting your injuries. You saw Bianca approach, then, followed by the teachers and paramedics. Xavier said something to Bianca that made her scream something back. You tried to protect your ears, giving a yelp when you realized you were unable to move your arm because it hurt. That made Xavier stop his arguing immediately, eyes focusing on you.

“Sorry, sorry. Never again, I promise.” He handed you over to the paramedics, insisting on riding with you on the ambulance and holding your hand all the way there. Xavier stayed behind only when they took you for a CT scan. Fortunately for you, the arrow hadn’t pierced anything important, but you would have to wear a sling for a while and maybe have some physical therapy. As for the head wound, it ended up being a concussion, as Wednesday had said. Your head had started to clear by the time they stitched the laceration on the back of your head, and you made sure the teacher called your mom.

She picked up the third call, not displaying a lot of care and stating you were going back home by the time you were fit for travel, since Nevermore was closing earlier this semester. You could tell Xavier was angry about it, but true to his word, his voice hadn’t raised from a murmur since you left the school. You were alone, the teacher having left you two in the box where you had been stitched, so they could get the discharge papers.

Off to Nevermore you were, after not finding anything worrying in your blood work and exams. Jericho’s hospital was tiny, and not prepared to have too many patients, they didn’t have enough beds to keep you there. You were supposed to go rest, and someone was supposed to wake you up every four hours or so, to evaluate your condition. Xavier had volunteered, citing that since he was here already, the doctors could explain exactly to him what tests to perform. The teacher had agreed, moved by his worry and the state of disarray the school was in. They would have never allowed it otherwise.

“Xavi, thank you.” You took his hand in yours, squeezing. He looked terrible, still with your blood all over him and dirty from the fight. “You should…”

“We will talk later.” He answered, mouth pursed and still, with a haunted look in his eyes. “You shouldn’t have stepped in front of that arrow.”

“You could be dead, Xavier. That was going straight for your chest.”

“Later.” He said more firmly. You spent the ride back to the school in almost oppressive silence. Xavier kept staring out of the window of the car, eyes glued to the scenery, studiously avoiding your gaze, even if he was still holding your hand. You would have tried to talk to him, but you were sore, and the motion was making you get car sick.

You puked right in the entrance of Nevermore, in such a classy move, your teacher got vomit all over them.

“To the dorms with her, Thorpe. Remember to check every four hours and if something changes, you send someone for me.” The teacher looked a bit sick at the mess, shoes squelching in the pool of vomit on his feet.

“Right, sir.” Xavier rubbed at your back, helping you right yourself. “Want me to carry you?”

“No. I still got dignity, you know?” You winced at the way the world tilted when you stood up straight. “But maybe let me hold on to your arm.”

Xavier offered you his arm, quietly complying with your petition, With his help, at a very slow pace, you managed to get to his dorm. Too tired and sick to even be ashamed, you pulled off your jeans and shirt, and laid down under the covers in Xavier’s bed.

Xavier pulled the trashcan closer and sat next to you. He fiddled a bit with his phone, probably setting an alarm.

“Come on, on your side. Just in case.” He ordered, hands lightly pushing you to obey. You did, blinking lazily at him.

“Aren’t you going to bed too?” You slurred your words a little, more tired than anything else. “You should go and shower.”

“I was going to keep an eye on you.” Xavier answered, perched on the edge of the bed, as far as he could be from you.

“Shower. You stink.” You closed your eyes, ignoring his response, and promptly fell asleep.

Once again, you woke up to the sound of an argument. You groaned, hiding your face in the covers, and breathing deeply into the scent there. Paint, expensive cologne and something so Xavier it hurt. This time, you were a little more focused. You knew this was Xavier’s room, and that you were here because you were injured during the battle with Crackstone, although you were unable to remember how. The hushed voices arguing, one was Xavier, the other Bianca.

“Look, I just came to drop her stuff and see how she was.” You could hear Bianca whisper, so you peaked a bit from beneath the cover and saw her with your luggage in hand. She was reclining against the door, legs crossed in front of her in a casual sprawl. You could only see Xavier’s back, but you could tell he hadn’t changed clothes, which meant he had kept watch over you for hours in the same blood stained clothes.

“Oh, maybe you wouldn’t have to if you had done what I asked of you!” He accused, advancing towards Bianca, and you made a face. Things were about to turn nasty, you could tell. Bianca wasn’t impressed with anyone trying to intimidate her, hell, she wasn’t impressed with anyone trying to intimidate her.

“I did. I didn’t want her injured, for fuck’s sake.” She crossed her arms over her chest, voice sounding shrill with how annoyed she was.

“Are you so sure about that?” Xavier tended to lash out when something was worrying him, but this was taking things a little too far. He was preaching to Bianca, an expert on siren’s song, how did her powers work?

“I know how my powers work, Xavier. I placed the compulsion and she rejected it. It’s not mind control, you know.” That you knew was true. When she told you to run, you felt the impulse to obey, and it was a strong one, especially combined with the fear you already felt when Nevermore started burning. But you had decided to stay because you were afraid, yes, but you were worried more about Xavier.

“I wasn’t talking about that.” Xavier stated, bending down to pick at your luggage. From this angle, you couldn’t tell what was going on his face. His shoulders were tense, back rigid, even if he was just crouching.

“You think I manipulated her into staying?” Bianca sounded incredulous. “You know, just because you want to fuck her, it doesn’t mean the world revolves around her! Besides, I care for her too.” That one was harsh. You two had heard it many times, and you weren’t really sure of the truth of the statement. You wanted to fuck Xavier, true. It was obvious, really. You had a crush on him and maybe some deeply buried feelings. Xavier wanting you back? That was unproven.

“Look, Bianca, all I am saying…”

“Shut up, Xavi.” You interjected, before Bianca did something she would regret. “I remember that. I went back, even when she tried to stop me.” Both of their heads turned to look at you in disbelief. It was almost comical, really.

“You shouldn’t have. You could have died.” He seemed startled at realizing you had heard it all, but really, how surprising it was considering they were just whisper shouting?

“So could have you, asshole. And she did more for the school you did. Without her, Nevermore would have ended up burned to a crisp, and everyone here knows it.” Bianca said, mouth pursing in anger.

“Bianca, I am sorry. I know you didn’t want to charm speak me and that I have put you into a difficult position.” You offered, doing your best to sit up slowly and meet her eyes. Xavier looked at you like you were crazy, rushing to your side. You were unable to tell if it was from apologizing to Bianca or the sitting up on your own.

“Yeah, whatever. It’s cool.” Bianca did not meet your eyes. “Get well soon.” And out of the room she went, you could tell she wanted to slam the door and didn’t for your sake.

“We need to talk.” You tried to get out of bed, wincing a little when the motion pulled at your shoulder. Xavier went to help you, and realizing you were nearly naked under the covers, quickly stepped away. “And shower.”

“You can have the bathroom first.” He said, turning to face the wall, a blush on his cheeks.

You would blame it later on the meds, no matter that you were given Tylenol only.

“Xavier, do you really want to fuck me?” Your mouth moved without your consent. You got up slowly and took a few shaky steps. You felt better than earlier.

“I… What?” Xavier turned to look at you, dumbfounded by your comment. Then, realizing you were still in your underwear, he covered his eyes with his hands, still facing in your general direction. “Oh my god, get dressed. We are not having this conversation like this.” The reply gave you a little hope. Maybe he did want to fuck you too.

“I mean… Not like right now, because I am all gross and stuff, but the rest of the time?” You asked, getting inside the bathroom. “Come here. You are showering too.”

“…Maybe?” Xavier asked, still covering his eyes.

“Do you like me?” You focused on turning the shower on, avoiding looking at his face. You were going to use your newfound honesty for as long as it lasted. Perhaps the near-death experience actually taught you something. “Come on, get in. You are showering because you are pretty gross too.”

“Of course I do. You are my best friend!” Xavier deflected, and you were fed up with the conversation already. You pulled out your underwear and got in the shower, careful not to wet your hair.

“Xavier, I took an arrow for you. I think that gives my hand away. So, tell it straight to me because I hit my head pretty hard. Do you like like me? If not, friendzone me soon, please. ” You said, and heard him sitting on the toilet. This had to be the most ridiculous way to talk about your feelings, really. Silver linings and all, at least you didn’t have to see his face because probably then you would lose your nerve.

“Is this middle school?” Xavier’s voice was dripping with disdain, but you could tell he was amused. That must be a good sign. He would sound angry or sad if he was about to reject you, right? “Yeah, Y/N, I do like you. I was worried sick about you. I thought you would die. That’s what you wanted to hear?” He tried making it sound disdainful, but genuine concern bleed through his act.

“Actually, yes.” You smiled a little, grateful he was unable to see the way a blush was making its way to your face. “Now, get in here, naked or clothed, that's your call, but I can’t wash my hair, so you are doing it. I saved your life, you owe me.”

“Bossy.” Xavier complained. But he got in the shower behind you, pressing a kiss to your unbandaged shoulder. “We will have to change the bandages later. Also, you owe me because you almost killed me with your seizure trick.”

You turned your head, the angle a little awkward. Without needing to say a word, Xavier knew exactly what you wanted and kissed you. He kept it chaste, no more than a press of lips. You pulled away, a smirk dancing on your lips.

“Come on, you said you would wash my hair. I took an arrow for you, so you have to.”

“You are going to hold that over my head forever.” Xavier sighed, but got started with the shampoo.

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loveroftoomanyfandoms · 6 months

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Cooking Up Love, Chapter 13

Pairing: Chef!Matt Murdock x F!Journalist!Reader

Rating: T

Story Summary: Here

Warnings/Tags: Hallmark levels of fluffy, cheesy goodness (and speed that their relationship develops, lol), no use of Y/N, Matt is not a vigilante, idiots in love, misunderstandings, minor Foggy/OFC

Word Count: ~3200

A/N: We're almost to the end! Thank you to everyone who has read, liked, and commented on my little self-indulgent Chef AU -- y'all keep me writing!

As always, thanks to @theradioactivespidergwen for the line break -- it's being put to good use!

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"Wait, Matt actually accused you of screwing him over and using him just to make a name for yourself?" Skyler asked as you sat in your kitchen together after work later that evening. "I don't remember anything in your article worth him getting upset over when I read it yesterday."

You shook your head. "That's because there wasn't anything! I absolutely raved about both his culinary skills and his food, I talked about how much care and consideration he puts into perfecting his recipes, and I even mentioned his volunteer activities at Clinton Church."

Skyler shook her head. "Walk me through the conversation again."

"I emailed him my article then decided to call him a little later to let him know that I had sent it over. He seemed a bit put off but I wasn't sure if he was still upset with me over running out on him the other night or if something else was bothering him, so I asked him if he had read it. Suddenly he just went off on me, saying how all journalists were exactly alike and how we're always looking for the next big scoop no matter who we screw over in the process, then he said that he thought I actually cared about him and that I was no longer welcome at Daredevil."

Your voice broke, the hurt and anger in Matt's voice upsetting you all over again. "The worst part of it is that I do care about him, Sky, I -- I think I might have been falling for him."

Skyler reached out and gave your hand a gentle squeeze. "Oh, honey, I'm so sorry."

You shook your head with a sniffle. "I hate to admit it, but maybe Kelsie was right and Matt was just stringing me along but got tired of waiting until my article was actually published to stop speaking to me, so he just made an excuse."

Skyler made a face. "Ugh. First off, don't ever use the phrase 'Kelsie was right' in my presence ever again. Secondly, didn't you say that he opened up to you about some personal stuff but asked you to keep it off the record?"

You nodded. "Yeah, and I did. I didn't mention anything to do with that in the article."

You pulled up your work email on your phone, opening the attachment you had sent Matt so you could read over it once again. "I didn't even -- wait, what is this?"

You scrolled through the document, your blood turning to ice in your veins. "Oh shit. Oh no, no , no, no, no, no. "

A look of alarm crossed Skyler's face. "What's wrong?"

"This isn't my article."

"What? What do you mean, that isn't your article?"

I mean , the article I sent Matt is not the article I wrote, Sky." You handed your phone to Skyler. "It's got my name on the byline, but I didn't write this. It's no wonder Matt was so pissed at me though -- this article is a smear campaign."

Skyler's eyebrows raised as she read through it. "Someone had to have switched the documents. Did you leave your computer unlocked and unattended at any point today?"

You shook your head. "No, of course not, I--"

You sighed. "Wait, yes. I was getting ready to send my article to Matt when Kelsie told me I had a package downstairs that I had to go personally sign for."

Skyler raised an eyebrow. "Let me guess, there was no package."

You nodded. "Exactly."

Skyler tapped at your phone screen. "Um, did you also send it to Max and Carrie and tell them Ellison approved your article and said to go ahead and send it to them?"

You shook your head. "No, why?"

"Because it looks like you did."

"What?" You grabbed your phone, scowling as you saw that the same attachment had been sent to the people who handled the layout for the physical paper as well as the digital edition. "Oh, but hell no. It's a good thing you caught that."

Skyler shook her head in disbelief. "That absolute bitch. I'm going to destroy her."

You sighed. "I don't know how I'm going to prove Kelsie is the one who wrote it and planted it on my PC though."

Skyler grinned. "Oh, I do. You didn't know that you can see who the original author of a document is and look at a document's editing history, did you?"

You shook your head.

"I bet Kelsie didn't either. I need your laptop."

You retrieved your laptop and pulled the document up on it before letting Skyler take over.

After a few clicks, Skyler nodded. "Sure enough. Not only is she listed as the original author of the document, but her digital signature is all over it."

You shook your head. "We need to go talk to Ellison."

You sent him a text message. Are you still at the office? I need to talk to you about something important.

A few seconds later, he replied. Yeah, still here trying to get this editorial column done. What's up?

I'll be there in 10 minutes. Don't go anywhere.

You saved the file to a flash drive, grabbed your keys, then you and Skyler practically ran to the Bulletin.

As soon as you got there, you booted up your computer and printed a copy of Kelsie's fake article. "Okay, let's go talk to Ellison."

You picked up the printout of Kelsie's fake article from the printer before you and Skyler headed to Ellison's office.

He looked up at the two of you tiredly. "Whatcha got for me?"

"Sabotage," Skyler replied. "As well as sneaky, underhanded, unethical so-called journalism."

Ellison's brow furrowed. "What are you talking about?"

"I have reason to believe that Kelsie swapped my Restaurant Week article out with a fake one in an attempt to discredit me," you explained.

You set the copy of the fake article down on Ellison's desk. "I wound up sending this to Chef Murdock, who was understandably upset by it and is how I caught it. And not only that, but Kelsie sent it to Max and Carrie while I was away from my computer."

Ellison's eyebrows raised as he read the fake article. "What makes you so sure it was Kelsie?"

Skyler scoffed. "Isn't it obvious? She's an evil, backstabbing bitch."

You shook your head. "Kelsie's had a personal vendetta against me ever since I got promoted to Features and has been going around all week accusing me of 'stealing' the Restaurant Week feature out from underneath her."

"And she's been saying all sorts of horrible things about Chef Murdock," Skyler added before pointedly looking at you. "Things that probably aren't even true."

Ellison sighed. "I knew she wasn't very happy with me for passing the Restaurant Week feature to you, but I wouldn't have suspected that she'd actually resort to sabotage."

He set the article down. "However, you both know that simply providing me with a copy of an allegedly-written article isn't enough. I need solid proof."

Skyler set the flash drive down on Ellison's desk. "Here's your proof. You'll notice that Kelsie is the original owner of the document and has edited it multiple times, and I bet if you look on her computer you'd find it there as well."

"Plus if you review the security footage from around 1:30 today you'll probably see her poking around at my desk." You set copies of the time-stamped emails sent to Max and Carrie. "She sent me on a wild goose chase trying to find some package I needed to personally sign for while she sent the fake article to Max and Carrie for publication."

"I wouldn't be surprised if she was behind the email server conveniently going down on Wednesday afternoon so you couldn't email your article to Mitch then," Skyler added. "It's a good thing you decided to print it and turn it in anyway."

Ellison sighed. "Do you still have your original file?"

You nodded. "She deleted it off of my computer here at work but I keep a copy of all of my articles on an external hard drive at home."

"Good. As soon as you get home, resend it to Max and Carrie marked urgent and CC me so I'll also have it digitally. In the meantime, I'll get Phil to pull the security footage from today."

"Okay." You bit your lip. "Um, is it okay if I take Monday off? After the week I've had I need a mental health day."

Ellison looked at you sympathetically and nodded. "Yeah, sure. And for what it's worth, I'm sorry for all this."

You shrugged. "Not your fault. What I don't get though is why Kelsie also chose to go after Chef Murdock so hard."

"I think I can answer that," Skyler said, handing you her phone. "Take a look at Kelsie's Facebook."

You looked at her latest post, which was a picture of her cozying up to a handsome, dark-haired, blue-eyed man. Romantic weekend away with my love, the photo was captioned. "So?"

Skyler shook her head and pulled up Kelsie's boyfriend's profile. "See who she's dating?"

Your eyebrows raised as you read his bio. "Huh, yeah, I guess that makes sense now."

Skyler showed it to Ellison. "Did you know this?"

Ellison shook his head. "No, I had no idea. It does explain why she was pushing so hard about getting the feature switched back though."

You nodded. "That way she could control the narrative."

Ellison sighed. "Let me go ahead and call Phil. Don't forget to CC me on that correction to Max and Carrie so it's documented."

You nodded. "Okay."

"I'll send out a staff-wide memo on Monday after everything is said and done, but in the meantime, don't say anything to anyone else on staff about this. I don't want it getting back to Kelsie so she can try to cover her tracks."

You and Skyler both nodded. "Yes, sir."

As you left the office and were headed back down the elevator, Skyler asked, "So what are you going to do about Matt? Still want me to kick his ass for you?"

You let out a light laugh. "No, that's okay. I'll just… move on, I guess? I mean, I'm going to send my actual article to him but he made it pretty clear that he didn't want anything else to do with me so I doubt he'll even open my email."

"Then it's his loss."

You stepped out of the elevator as the doors opened. "Thanks, Sky."

Skyler bit her lip. "What about Foggy? You think I should cancel my date with him tomorrow?"

You shook your head. "No way. Just because it didn't work out with me and Matt doesn't mean you shouldn't at least give Foggy a chance."

You gave her a wink. "Besides, just because I'm not welcome at Daredevil doesn't mean that you can't bring me some takeout from there, especially if you're dating the other owner."

Skyler laughed and gave you a hug. "Thanks, bestie."

"Let me know how it goes, ok?"

Skyler nodded. "I will."

You headed home and grabbed your laptop so you could send the correct article to Max and Carrie, CCing Ellison on the email with the explanation "Sorry, wrong attachment sent. Please use this attached copy in the print and online editions on Monday." .

You opened a new email and attached the correct file.

To: [email protected]

Subject: Explanation About Bulletin Article

Attachment: Restaurant Week Feature V1.doc

You took a deep breath.

Dear Matt,

You probably won't even open this email, but I wanted to let you know that the article I sent you earlier today was not the article I had written about you, nor is it the article that will be appearing in Monday's edition of the Bulletin. Long story short, someone else on staff replaced the file for my article (which I had given a hardcopy of to my editor for approval on Wednesday) with the one I erroneously sent you earlier today.

I promise I never meant to hurt you and I swear I would never use you (or anyone else, for that matter) just to get a lead on a story or try to pad my portfolio. This past week was one of the best of my life and it was genuinely a pleasure spending time with you and getting to know you… both inside the kitchen and out.

You bit your lip, trying to decide if you should tell Matt exactly how much he had begun to mean to you. Ultimately you decided against it, instead closing with ' Wishing you all the best in your future endeavors'.

You added your work signature, then sent the email.

You sat back and sighed. While it hurt knowing that you would never get to find out if the spark you had felt with Matt could've ignited into something real, you also knew that you would treasure the time you had spent with him forever.

"Matt, there's a gentleman on the phone asking for you," Karen said as Matt and Foggy prepped for brunch service on Sunday. "Says he's from the Bulletin."

Matt nodded and wiped his hands. He had called the editor on Friday evening and had left a voicemail disputing the information contained in your article and asking for a resolution. "I'll take it in the office. Thanks, Karen."

He could feel both her and Foggy watching him as he exited the kitchen and headed to the office.

He picked up the phone and transferred the call. "Matthew Murdock speaking."

"Chef Murdock," the man replied. "This is Mitchell Ellison. I'm the editor over at the New York Bulletin. "

Matt was hit with a pang. You had emailed him again on Friday afternoon but with his hurt over your article being so fresh and so raw Matt had been letting your email sit unopened in his inbox until he was ready to hear what kind of (undoubtedly poor) excuse you'd had for using him.

He cleared his throat. "Mmhmm."

"I just wanted to call and personally apologize for the feature article you received in your email on Friday. That was not the article I had approved for publication and I wanted to let you know that after a brief internal investigation, the person responsible for it is being terminated first thing tomorrow morning. I assure you, we do not stand for such unethical behavior at the Bulletin ."

Matt winced. While he was extremely hurt and angry with you, he hadn't actually set out to get you fired. "Thank you for letting me know."

"I'm sending over the feature that I actually had approved for tomorrow's edition of the paper and I must say, it's some of the best, most honest writing I've ever read. I think you'll be much more pleased with it."

Matt heard his inbox chime with a new email. "I think it just came in."

"Great. Apologies again for the mistake."

"Mmhmm. Thanks for returning my call."

"Of course. Have a good day, Chef."

"You too. Goodbye."

Matt hung up and sighed, then popped in his earbuds and pulled up Ellison's email.

From: [email protected]

Subject: NYC RESTAURANT WEEK FEATURE

Attachments: Restaurant Week Feature V1.doc

Chef Murdock,

Attached is the article that has been approved for this year's New York Restaurant Week feature. If you have any other questions, please don't hesitate to reach out.

Mitchell Ellison

Editor-in-Chief, New York Bulletin

Matt opened the attachment and tapped the keyboard command to begin his text-to-speech program, surprised to hear your name on the byline. He would have thought that whoever had been reassigned the article would get credited, especially since the editor-in-chief had said that your employment at the Bulletin was to be terminated.

Either way, Mr. Ellison had been right -- the rewritten article was immensely more positive than the previous one had been and actually included information that Matt had revealed to you during your recorded interviews… as well as information that hadn't been recorded and therefore only you would be able to include.

Matt's brow furrowed. Something's not adding up.

He closed out of the article, then navigated to your email.

He took a deep breath and opened it.

"Dear Matt," his text-to-speech program dictated,

"You probably won't even open this email, but I wanted to let you know that the article I sent you earlier today was not the article I had written about you, nor is it the article that will be appearing in Monday's edition of the Bulletin. Long story short, someone else on staff replaced the file for my article (which I had given a hardcopy of to my editor for approval on Wednesday) with the one I erroneously sent you earlier today. "

Matt tapped the spacebar on his keyboard to pause his program, filled with an odd mix of confusion and relief. So if you hadn't actually written the first article you had sent him… who had and why?

He tapped the spacebar again to continue.

"I promise I never meant to hurt you," your email continued, "and I swear I would never use you (or anyone else, for that matter) just to get a lead on a story or try to pad my portfolio. This past week was one of the best of my life and it was genuinely a pleasure spending time with you and getting to know you… both inside the kitchen and out.

Wishing you all the best in your future endeavors, sincerely yours…"

Matt navigated to the attachment, sucking in a breath as he realized that the article that the Bulletin 's editor-in-chief had sent him a few minutes before had been your article -- your real article, apparently.

Matt groaned and covered his face with his hands. He had been so caught up in his worry about getting hurt again that he had never even considered the possibility that you hadn't written the other article.

"Everything okay?"

Matt shook his head as Foggy entered the office. "I messed up."

"What do you mean?"

Matt sighed and said your name. "I was wrong about her, Fog, I was completely wrong. She didn't write that article."

"She didn't? How did she wind up sending it to you then?"

"Apparently one of her coworkers had replaced the file for her real article with the one she sent me -- I'm assuming as some form of sabotage or something. The editor at the Bulletin told me that the person responsible is being terminated first thing tomorrow morning."

"So did you get to read the real article?"

Matt nodded. "Yeah, it's right here."

Foggy moved to his side and leaned over his shoulder so he could read it.

After a few minutes, he straightened. "Damn, Matt, that was beautiful."

Matt nodded. "I know."

"So what are you going to do?"

"Apologize profusely and hope like hell that she'll forgive me."

Matt sighed. If you didn't forgive him, at least he had the memories he had made with you over the past week.

But if you did … Well, he wouldn't screw up a third time.

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dreaaspeaks · 4 months

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Georg angst! Anything I just love angst 😭

time away

georg listing x reader

Summary: georg is away on tour for the first time and you can’t help but feel uneasy

(A/N sorry this took so long! I hope this being a pretty long one makes up for it!)

You were happy at first, happy for him, happy for the band but, as time went on with days turning into weeks and weeks turning into months, the Europe tour started to seem more like a curse than a blessing. Sure, you were excited for Georg, after all, all those years of practice and dedication to the band had finally payed off but when his texts got less frequent and rumours of rendezvous followed the band every city they went, your mind couldn’t help but go into overdrive.

As invasive thoughts of gossip magazine headlines flooded your brain every day with every passing interview they did, you couldn’t help but ask Georg about at least one rumour. After all it was just to ease your thoughts, it wasn’t that you didn’t trust him, it was just the result of time spent apart and stupid jokes Tom would make during interviews about bringing girls to the hotel for the other guys.

The noise from an interview Tokio Hotel was doing on TV was helping to drown out your thoughts and seeing Georg, even if it was just through a screen did calm you, but it wasn’t enough. The 20 over unread texts from last week that he hadn’t even opened was just staring at you every time you stared at your phone, almost as if it was taunting you.

Your finger was hovering over the keypad as you contemplated on actually questioning his faithfulness. Would he be offended that you didn’t trust him? Would you regret asking him and find out something you definitely were not emotionally prepared to handle? Every thought, no matter rational of not ran through your head at light speed, until one question the interviewer had asked, sparked your interest, making your mind go blank for the first time in days.

“so do any of you happen to have girlfriends?”

That should be easy to answer, the band hadn’t gotten a question like that before considering it was their first major tour and nation wide interest for them only sparked this year.

Tom gave a short but snarky response with Bill bashfully shaking his head…as it came to Georg’s turn to answer, the immediate ‘yes’ was nowhere to be found, instead it was slight hesitation, and an awkward smile before he said, “no, not at the moment”

No? No? Than what the fuck were you?

Even the look of the other members face had slight surprise in them, Bill’s eyes had gone a little wider while Gustav’s eyebrows scrunched slightly, not enough to alarm the audience or an interviewer but for you, you knew that Georg’s answer of ‘no’ was not even expected from the other members.

Before, you were hesitant, almost ashamed that you would question your boyfriend’s integrity like that, that you would think so lowly of him, but now…now it was like your thumbs had a mind of their own.

Text after text, question after question, it was like a wave of anger and disbelief had washed through you and poured out into the possibly 30 over text messages you sent in under two minutes. As the anger bubbled over, you couldn’t really find anymore words to express the disappointment and confusion that you felt aside from throwing your phone on the floor and taking in a deep breath.

The deep breath was meant to calm you, help you get back on track, maybe even clear your thoughts but instead, when you exhaled, the breath was shaky, your throat felt like it was burning and closing up all at once as your vision went blurry, tears welling up in your eyes as you curled into the corner of the couch, burying your head between your knees

How could he? Georg…

Your Georg, your funny, sweet, truthful to a fault, cheesy boyfriend who asked you out by telling you a pun. Him? He did such a thing?He told millions that he was single, possibly knowing you would watch this interview, that was a level of arrogance and disrespect that you never thought he could ever even fathom, let alone do.

As hours passed and your makeup stained tears cleaned off by your sympathetic mother, you heard your phone ring, getting a call from Georg for the first time in weeks.

A part of you wanted to rush out of bed and pick up immediately, just to hear his voice, his excuses, maybe even his assurances but you just couldn’t bring yourself to hear him out. There was something so cruel about ignoring your presence in his life on national television, his words and comfort that he mumbled into your ear before he left now seeming empty and hollow.

The calls never stopped for two hours, two full hours of Herculean control needed to ignore every ring that pierced your ears, letting out a sigh of relief when it finally stopped.

You just wanted to sleep and forget, forget any of this happened, forget about him. His words replayed in your mind like a broken record that plagued your brain, how could you be so stupid? let him in and actually believed that he would stay completely faithful during tour…so so naive.

As you fell into a dreamless sleep you were woken up in the afternoon by a knock on your door.

“Go away mom I don’t feel like getting out of bed yet!” Wanting only to be left alone with your thoughts.

“There’s someone here for you and before you say anything just go downstairs!” You knew better than to talk back when your mom got stern, grumbling as you opened your door weakly and ran your fingers through your hair as you walked down the stairs expecting a relative or one of your friends to be there to cheer you up, only to come face to face with him.

“I-I thought that you were in-” Before you could say anything else, Georg pulled you into a tight hug, burying his face in your hair. You desperately tried to pull away, wanting nothing more than to yell and scold him, instead, you melted into the hug, realising that all those months of waiting and separation was finally over, he was here, with you, in your house and hugging you like his life depended on it.

It felt like muscle memory, all of him felt like muscle memory. The generic shampoo smell of his long hair that matched the scent of his skin from the 2 in 1 wash you hated him for using, the small moles on his neck that you tried one time to force into a constellation, his callused thumb rubbing the back of you neck as he hugged you, the soft kisses he liked to plant on your head and temple after fights, it was all so familiar yet with everything you remembered, it no longer made you feel sweeter, instead a bitter aftertaste was all that lingered.

“How could you? I don’t care that you flew back if all you’re going to give me is a hug and a few kisses.” You mumbled, your voice shaky as you met his eyes, urgh those bright green eyes that were usually filled with love and warmth now showing only regret and desperation.

“I’m so so sorry I fucked up and fucked up bad…I don’t expect you to forgive me right away okay? I really don’t, i-it was so stupid, I only said it because management told me t-to a-and i-i had no choice i’m sorry.” Georg huffed, he rarely cried, fuck he never cried, even if he was upset of hurt he just gave silent treatment or would give hints but never had you ever seen tears well in his eyes, even if it was just making his eyes glassy and not spilling out, this was huge.

Sincere.

You gulped and rested your head in his chest, “It’s more than that Georg, you hadn’t answered your phone in days! I could only hear your voice through interviews and the radio…”

Just remembering that feeling of separation was enough for your heart to ache again. “When you said that on live television…like, fuck that felt so humiliating!” Your voice raising slightly, slapping his arm, not too harshly but enough for it to sting, calming down slightly at the feeling of his finger running through your hair, getting the knots out gently.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to miss them, it’s just that management has us playing so many shows and going on so many stations every day, I barely got five hours of sleep last night, if we aren’t in public we’re practicing and making new music and the record label is such a fucking dick the deadline is in eight months and I don’t know how we can-” Before Georg could continue his heated rambling, you caressed his arm gently and pecked his cheek. He was overwhelmed, far too drained and tired from everything the band had been going through and in usual Georg fashion, he had kept it to himself.

You’re hand rubbed his shoulder gently, looking up at him with sympathetic eyes, “How overworked have you been?” Noticing the under eye bags that had formed on his otherwise youthful looking skin.

“You should see Bill, he’s too tired for anything anymore.” Georg mumbled, a slight smile on his face as he noticed your softened demeanour.

You sighed, seeing his disheveled hair, wrinkled shirt and dark eye bags. What was he being put through? What was the band being put through?

All that anger that had pent up in you, had disappeared with his explanation, now feeling nothing but sympathy and worry as the more you noticed, the more your anger started to be directed at the people who were overworking the four boys. His fingers were bandaged from playing so often, he had broken out on her forehead and his usual bright smile after getting your forgiveness was tainted with drowsiness.

“How long are you back for?” You asked softly, running your fingers through his disheveled hair, usually he would’ve straightened it but instead, his curls rested on his shoulders as his chin rested on your head.

You heard him sigh and kiss your head, “Until tomorrow morning, why?”

“Let’s take a nap okay? I can tell you haven’t been sleeping well” You mumbled into his chest before pulling him upstairs to your room, hearing him throw himself into your comfy bed when you turned to close the door. When you turned back, you couldn’t help but smile fondly at the sight of Georg laying down , snuggling up to your floral duvet, opening his arms and gesturing for you to lay on his chest.

How could you say no?

As you laid on his chest, feeling his strong arms wrap around your body, his fingers softly caressing your hips and back as you played with his hair, you heard Georg speak up, “About the management wanting me to say I’m single thing…I’ll talk to them about it okay? I promise I will”

You sighed and cupped his cheek, kissing his nose softly, “Thank you but let’s just not think about it right now okay? I haven’t seen you in months, I just want to spend some time with you like before.”

Georg chuckled softly and patted your hips, placing soft kisses on your neck and mumbled against your skin, “We’re 18 and we have a before already…yeah, yeah you’re right, let’s just forget about it right now.”

You could almost see the wheels in his brain turning making you playfully roll your eyes and kiss his forehead, “Stop it, I mean it. I want you to sleep, rest, take a break okay? I’m not going anywhere.”

“I’m not going anywhere either”

#bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz imagines #bill kaulitz x reader #georg listing #georg listing imagines #georg listing x reader #gustav schafer x reader #gustav schäfer #tokio hotel #tokio hotel imagine #tom kaulitz x y/n #tom kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz imagines #tom kaulitz #tokio hotel x reader

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lambertdiary · 7 months

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hello 💞 first i wanna say i love your fanfics so much and i'm literally obsessed with Dalton and i wanted to request something

can you write one where reader and Dalton move off campus together and so they finally spend all day together and its like really sweet how they get used to being with each other all the time and build cute habits

idk if it made sense but thank you if you do write it !

A/N: heyy thank you so much for your kind words and for the lovely request!! I’m not sure if this is exactly what you requested but I hope you like it <3 Also I wanna start by saying I’m not entirely sure how off-campus housing actually works in the USA, so i just went from a little bit of my personal experience, sorry if it’s not accurate! Please let me know what you think 🤍

Word Count: 1.5k+

Warnings: mention of showering together (not in a sexual way), pure fluff, extremely cheesy stuff

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Domestic Love

Y/N and Dalton were finally able to move off-campus. They started talking about it kind of early in their relationship, craving the privacy that college dorm life lacked, and after discussing it for a while they eventually started looking for a flat.

Y/N had a part time job and a little help from her parents, and Dalton was managing to sell a few of his art pieces, with the support of professor Armagan who constantly encouraged her students to put themselves out there. It would be way more affordable anyway, and overall the best decision, so after finding a place they both liked they went for it.

It wasn’t the biggest flat, but they had everything they could possibly need. A bed, a kitchen, a bathroom and most importantly, each other.

“Is that the last box?” Dalton asked her, taking it from her hands and setting it next to the door.

They didn’t have that many things to move with them, just their personal belongings, other essentials they had to buy and a few boxes their parents sent them to help with their new independent lifestyle.

“Yes” She replied, collapsing on the couch “Although we might need to get more pans and stuff if we actually wanna start cooking”

Dalton collapsed next to her, immediately pulling her in for a hug “We will, but right now let’s just enjoy this”

Adapting was as easy as they expected, the only thing that annoyed them at first was transportation and getting to their classes on time, but once they adjusted to that there wasn’t a single thing they could complain about.

Y/N was especially excited to decorate their own space, weeks in advance before moving into their home she had been collecting pictures of them together to hang around the house, choosing an entire wall in their room to put up their favourites. She made sure to ask Dalton his opinion on any new addition, even if it was just a little plant or a candle, but he said yes to everything she wanted. He was thankful for the effort she was putting in, but what truly warmed his heart was a permanent night light plugged next to his nightstand, although he didn’t need it as much anymore.

Sleeping in the same bed without having to really squeeze in was a huge upgrade, not that they hated being really close to each other but in order to fit into the tiny dorm beds Y/N practically had to sleep on top of Dalton, so it wasn't always the most comfortable thing or ideal.

They also got to know each other on a whole new level, and he started to notice the tiniest details about her, but the things that stood out for him were the things she does when no one is watching, things he’s sure she doesn’t even notice herself. Like how she sticks her tongue out when she’s pouring something, or how she does a little dance when she’s eating anything she loves, or the way she taps her fingers when the microwave is not fast enough, just everything about her that made him love her even more.

He often caught himself doing things he never did before, like writing down the stuff they needed to get next time they went to the grocery store or carefully folding his dirty clothes instead of just throwing them somewhere on the floor, loving how proud and happy Y/N would get whenever he did it right. Really just taking pleasure in the little details that came with living with her, as simple as saying ‘I love you’ before any of them left the house without the other.

There were a lot of times Y/N found herself stuck when she couldn’t reach high in the cupboards. Dalton enjoyed that more than he should, so he started to put some of their groceries there, just so that he could see her struggle in her tiptoes and ultimately have her ask for his help.

“Why do you keep purposefully putting my snacks so high?”

“Me?”

“Yes, you” She replied, pointing a finger at him “You think I can store things all the way up there?” She made her best attempt to grab something as she stood in her tiptoes, demonstrating she couldn’t reach there.

Dalton shrugged his shoulders and smiled as he helped her, denying any accusation Y/N threw at him.

Oh, but cooking together was something he didn’t think he would love as much. Putting on their favourite songs as they moved along the kitchen, picking up every ingredient they needed for their meal. Y/N was much more talented when it came to that, but he wanted to be just as involved, so that the in-betweens steps felt like a reward when he pulled her in for a little dance break and as they shared cheesy kisses.

They had been living there for almost two months, and slowly but surely the flat was coming together very nicely, definitely feeling like a home already. It was Sunday and they didn’t have any plans for the day, wanting to just stay in and relax. Dalton got out of the shower with a sleepy gaze still on his face, the wet strands of his hair were left to drip water on the floor leading to the small mirror in the bathroom. He stared at himself for a moment, contemplating if he had the energy to shave. He didn’t, so he just went for a fluffy towel to shake his soaked hair with it.

He then made his way to their shared bedroom, the bed was made and he noticed a brand new book on Y/N’s nightstand. He quickly changed into something comfortable as he wondered where Y/N was, but as soon as he opened the bedroom door a delicious smell invaded his nostrils.

Dalton walked slowly towards the kitchen, where he spotted Y/N quietly humming to herself as she decorated the plates in front of her with french toasts and strawberries. The blinking of the coffee machine indicated that it was ready to be served, so he decided to grab their designated cups and do it, but not before greeting his lover.

“Good morning” He whispered as wrapped his arms around her from behind and kissed her temple, resting his head on her shoulder.

“Good morning” She tried hard to hide her smile but failed when his eyes finally met hers “How did you sleep last night?” Y/N asked, now facing him.

“I haven’t slept that good in a while. You?”

“Me too. Fells nice to sleep in for once” “Yeah, we should do that more” He replied, now directing his attention to the coffee cups.

He helped her bring everything to the small table and Dalton smiled softly at the new set of flowers that were decorating it.

“So when are you gonna paint something for our home?” She asked once they started eating their breakfast.

“You would like that?” “Obviously” She replied “I didn’t think I was gonna have to ask you”

He giggled and looked down at his plate shyly “Okay. I guess I can give it to you for very cheap, family discount”

Y/N rolled her eyes playfully at him, but her heart definitely skipped a beat when she heard the word family “Come on. I think some of your art would definitely tie everything together. Maybe in the living room… or our bedroom”

“Not that I'm trying to boost my own ego…”

“Here we go” She said under her breath.

“But yeah, a portrait of us over there would be the perfect touch” He said, pointing at an empty spot on the wall.

“That’s what I’m saying!”

Getting ready for bed with her was one of his favourite activities. Dalton adapted most of her bedtime routine, sometimes taking a warm shower together and then standing by the sink to proceed with skin care next to each other as they talked about their day, he just loved the intimacy of it.

He also looked forward to the late night conversations as she tried to keep her eyes open just to have a little more time with him before completely dozing off, although it wasn’t always easy after a long day.

“Are you sleepy?" Y/N just hummed in response “You don’t wanna talk?”

Y/N opened her eyes again, looking up at him and meeting with his soft blue eyes “What do you wanna talk about?” She asked, a sweet smile appearing on her face.

“Well, we’ve been living here for almost two months and I don’t think we’ve had a proper housewarming party”

“We’re not throwing a party”

“I didn’t mean like a crazy big party, just a little gathering with our friends” He clarified.

“They have been here”

“Yes but not all of them at the same time. I was thinking we can invite them over, cook something and just have a chat or movie night, just like we used to”

She reached for his soft hair and slowly brushed it out of his face “We can do that”

“Ok, you can go to sleep now” He whispered, kissing her forehead softly as her head laid on his chest and her heavy eyes finally got to rest.

He went to sleep every night with a smile on his face, and he was always excited to wake up next to her.

#sorry if it's a little short #dalton lambert #dalton lambert x reader #dalton lambert fluff #dalton lambert fanfic #dalton lambert fic #dalton lambert imagine #dalton lambert imagines #insidious #insidious the red door #insidious 5 #ty simpkins

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sillylittlestoryblog · 1 year

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Meet cute

Greg Hirsch x Reader

Warnings: its cheesy romcom stuff, english isnt my first language, this isnt canon to succession at all, might be somewhere season one but shiv is working at waystar, use of y/n

Fluff nothing more.

Summary: Reader is Shivs assistant and has to bring some secret documents to Toms new assistant. He is your bosses cousin and has been working at waystar only for a few weeks. You are more than curious to meet him.

Notes: i loveeee succession and i love Cousin Greg the egg. I am not ready for it all to end. And damn the last episode is gonna air one day before my birthday. Another reason to cry at my birthday…it happens every year. Also none of my friends are into succession ( such bad friends ) so if you want to be my succession bestie pls dm me. Thx for reading this. And if you like it, just so you know, comments are like long hugs to writers :)

A loud knock on your office door interrupted your work. For hours you sat on the same boring documents and your head was literally glowing. The day had not started very well. After you arrived late at the trainstation and had missed your train, you felt you already knew that today would be awful. As you walked out into the New York winter air with cold ears, you almost collided with someone else. Why didn't this giant pay more attention to where he was going?

At Starbucks you quickly bought an overpriced coffee and two bagels. One for you and one for your boss. You had overslept and didn't really have time for breakfast and even though you were actually quite good at your job, you could get fired at any time. Waystar was not known for treating its employees well. The longer you worked there the more you hated the company. But you couldn't just quit. You have to pay rent and have enough money to keep you and your two cats alive. You needed that job. That means, that it happened more than often that you had to skip eating or sleeping. The main thing is that your boss has her hot coffee and snacks on her expensive coffee table every morning. And you need to do your job as her assistant perfectly, without ever being late.

But most mornings she wasn't even in the office. you could only wonder what happened to the cold coffee.

About four hours after you ran sweaty and red-headed to your little office to spend the next few hours in front of your computer, there was a loud knock on the door.

"Heyy, Good Morning Y/N. Nice to see you. Can you please bring these to my husband on the other floor. I have a meeting now. See you.“

And away she went again. Shiv Roy had handed you a pack of documents, at least thats what you thought it was. You read the word confidential printed on the envelope in red color. Even tho you were in the middle of something, you decided to take a break and bring that envelope to Shivs husband.

You weren't sure where it suddenly came from, but on the way to the elevator you got a little nervous. Not only because of Shiv's somewhat strange husband. Tom Wabsgans had given you the ick from the beginning. He was tall and rich, like almost every other man who worked here. And yes money can make people a bit peculiar. But Tom... he was on another level. You had once heard him yell at a co-worker for "breathing too loudly". Also, there were rumors going around that he offered to give some employees a fortune, if they would be his "human furniture" for a week. If anyone in this building would claim that Tom had a piece of meat cut out of his own body to eat as a steak, no one would be surprised. You least of all. He gave you a strange feeling every time. But your nervousness came from something else.

The day before, Inej, one of your best friends who used the office next to yours, had whispered to you at lunch that she had seen tom's new assistant. She had grinned and said:

"so if I wasn't already in a happy committed relationship with this awesome guy, I would have given him my number for sure. Fuck Y/N, he's really cute."

Since this talk you had caught yourself wanting to know more about this guy. Because cute wasnt how you would describe most guys who worked for Logan Roy. Most of them where sleazy, moneyhungry guys with big watches and tailored suits. They catcalled all the women who worked with you, honestly you hated their guts.

Inej had sent you a message the night before. She'd heard from two of Tom's coworkers that the assistant was probably part of the Roy family. A cousin or nephew or something. If this rumor was true, then it was definitely the hottest gossip in ages.

The elevator ride didn't take long and with the envelope in your hand you walked confidently towards Tom's office. You had already raised your hand to knock on his office.

But it should not come so far, from the side came a great force that almost made you fall. But before you could curse again the shitty "all women must wear high heels rule" and hit the floor, someone held you by your waist.

"Oh god sorry. Uh. I'm really sorry about that."

You had no idea how you could have almost been knocked over for the second time today. You were kinda getting angry. Why was this day so awful.

"oh fuck, can't you be more careful?!"

When you turned to the side you almost regretted your loud harsh tone.

In front of you stood a tall guy, brown hair, crooked tie and an apologetic and quiet adorable puppy look on his face.

„So, uh, i m sorry. Truly? uh…Truliest.“

You didnt really know how to respond. Damn that guy is tall.

„Wait, uh, are you Y/N? You know because i, uh , i didnt stalk you or something, i saw you on a photo, this coworker, uh, i think her name was Inej, she showed me a picture, like of you guys, and - well i just assumed that might be, uh, you? And i…“

„What?“

„I am Greg, i uh work for Tom, and yeah so yesterday- i talked to this wom…“

„No i get that part. You really need to look where you are going…Greg.“

You were putting on a little smile. Inej was right, he was cute, and apparently also very clumsy. And nervous?

Greg was tucking his hair behind his ear. He didnt looked that shocked anymore. A small smile creeping on his face.

Damn. You really liked that face.

„I am really sorry, Y/N. I kinda, uh, feel like i owe you something?“

You were blushing. Nervously you looked down. He is so tall he probably can’t see the blushing like that.

„Would you maybe give this to Tom?- its from Shiv. And probably important.“

You handed him the envelope. You could have sworn your hands touched. You felt like cringing. This feels like you are in a stupid romcom. Stop blushing and smiling this isnt pride and prejudice.

If you hadn’t looked down while being flustered, you could have witnessed Greg’s cheeks turning a little red too.

Nervously he gave you a thumbs up.

„ sure. Uh - and, eh, maybe i could buy you something for lunch? I don’t know… there is this really cool pizza place i always wanted to go, i … sorry, maybe you don’t even like pizza. Eh i just thought we could maybe go there? And i would pay - obviously. -Not because i am a man or something, uh like i am a feminist and i believe you could pay for yourself, but, uh i you know almost knocked you over because i didnt look where i was going…“

His nervous rambling continued. Your little smirk turned into a genuin smile.

„Hey Greg.“

„Uh yeah?“

„I would love that.“

On the way back to your office, you forgot how horrible this day started. With a smile on your face you pushed the button to go up. Entering the elevator you looked around, he was still standing where you left him. Grinning to himself. You saw him looking back up to search for your face, right when the elevator doors closed in front of you.

#greg hirsch x reader #nicholas braun #nick braun #succession #fanfic writer #gregory hirsch #greg the egg #succession hbo #succession fan fiction #shiv roy #tom wambsgans #fluff #l to the og #greg hirsch #cousin greg #logan roy #ao3 author

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naamahdarling · 1 year

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What are some of your favorite self-indulgent movies that most people don't appreciate the way you do? Tell me about them! Tell me why you appreciate them!

There's two kinds of people, sharply divided: those who watched the first ten minutes of A Knight's Tale and walked away disgusted, and those who saw it and went all-in and love it to this day. Not lying when I say Heath Ledger in that movie saved my life.

Legend is bad but also amazing. Gorgeous, stylish, amazing soundtrack, like a picture book brought to life. I cannot say much else for it, but some of the actors are really enjoying themselves, and Tim Curry's performance is simply unbelievable.

Ladyhawke is totally underappreciated as a fantasy action movie. It actually has a lot of emotional impact for what it is, largely because of Rutger Hauer and Michelle Pfeiffer. The final scene where she destroys the emotional hold the bad guy has over her without uttering a word is incredibly powerful. I like the soundtrack a LOT, but it ruined it for a lot of folks. Those folks are sad and wrong.

Sky High. I'm sick of superheroes. Just fucking done. Yes, that one. That other one too. I'm exhausted and want the genre to fuck off. I was delighted beyond belief when the genre exploded, and now it makes me want to die because it is all so exhausting. Yet one of my favorite movies is Sky High, a kids' movie, a comedy, and it remains one of the best superhero movies ever made, and fucking nobody saw it. It's hilarious, the performances are really fun, everyone is having a great time, and the story is solid. Is it cheesy? Yes. But it is also very very good.

Hard Target, so underrated as an action movie, yet utterly delightful. It was pretty to look at, the bad guys were extremely likeable and fun, and I love anything set in Louisiana, even if it's very bad.

And Roadhouse, the best shitty movie ever made. I cannot defend it in any way that matters. It's incredible. You either get it or you don't.

I'm sure there are others I'm not thinking of, but many of my favorites are cheesy but NOT underappreciated. The first two Mummy movies, Tremors, Scream, etc. We know and love them.

The rest of my faves are less self-indulgent and have a lot of redeeming value, usually because they are super good at being what they are and are acknowledged to be as much. Tombstone, The Thing, Jaws, The Ghost and the Darkness.

A few are just Good on every level. Labyrinth, The Last Unicorn. Two movies that made my soul what it is.

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newtabfics · 10 months

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HELLO THERE!

I'm in love with your Rauru One-shots, so could I request one where Rauru tries to teach reader a dance because of the festival which is THE DAY AFTER?

(Of course they both are clumsy so here comes the cheesy stuff; both a falling on the ground and one of them ends up confessing 0w0 )

You can choose which one

THANK YOU AND HAVE A GREAT DAY <3

IM SOFT FOR THIS AAAAAA

Rauru x The Dance

<1000 words

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“What do you mean ask–Sonia, he’s the king! He��s our king! We’re not close like that!” Y/N stammered out, practically vibrating from embarrassment as her friend snickered.

“Oh come on, what’s the harm in asking? What’s the worst he can really do?”

“Execute me.”

“Yes, Rauru will execute you. Really? You think so little of him?” She taunted, making Y/N balk at the accusation. “You are close like that. Just ask him. He’d be happy to help you.”

Y/N groaned as she looked down at her stilled hands. She’d been helping with the last-minute floral arrangements for the festival that she needed to dance at. Something she could never master herself.

“What if…he says no, though?” She muttered, stroking her thumb over the amaranth petals. “What if he’s disgusted by the idea?”

“I doubt that. Just trust me.”

Hours had passed as the sun set, the chime of the Temple of Time echoing throughout the Garden of Time as she made her way to the meeting place. She was dear friends with the king of Hyrule, having spent much of her time helping him with relations with the people across the land. So far, they’d secured an allyship with the Zora people and the Gorons! All the same, however, she mostly tried to keep it professional despite the king’s insistence that it was more than just working together.

“Y/N!” He perked as he looked away from his sister’s book. Mineru smiled and waved at her as he walked to her. “Preparations going well?”

“Yes, Sire. Every–” His hand went up, eyes looking to her pleadingly. She sighed. “Yes, Rauru. Everything’s set for tomorrow.”

“Incredible. You’re a lifesaver, Y/N. Hopefully, this banquet will go off without a hitch. A wonderful idea to use the festival as a way to ask the Zora and Goron leaders to celebrate our companionship,” He praised.

She flushed and looked away, taking a slow breath. “Just ask,” She whispered to herself.

Mineru’s ear perked at that as she looked to her hopefully, praying to Hylia above that the woman would take a leap of faith.

“There’s the uh, dance. The one you asked me to be a part of,” Y/N said slowly. “Uh…Rauru, I can’t dance.” She spat out quickly. “Help me, please!”

“Alright!” He chuckled, unaware of his sister quietly slipping away to mask her laughter. She was more than aware of what nonsense would transpire.

Y/N went red at that, staring at him in shock. She didn’t look a gift horse in the mouth though and followed him to the center of the room.

“Sorry for the lack of music. I could get a construct and–”

“Please. I’d rather no one else see me make a fool of myself,” She whispered.

He blinked as he watched her staring at their feet with a face so red he could see it on her ears. He smiled at the Hylian as he waited for her to calm down. After a long while, she looked up at him, confused and humiliated.

“There you are,” He teased. “You should always look to your partner for guidance.”

Her little squeak confused and delighted him as she tried to look away nervously but kept refocusing on him…barely.

He smiled and counted the beat, beginning to lead her. She kept muttering apologies when her smaller feet managed to find his own. He hummed and smiled.

“I have an idea. Why not stand on my feet? You’re not used to dancing so it might give you a chance to learn the movements through me.”

Y/N felt her spirit leave her body at this. The suggestion alone startled her enough to stumble back. Rauru quickly moved to catch her but the sudden drop to her level made him lose his balance and he’d fallen on top of her, only able to shield her head to make sure she wouldn’t get hurt.

They both froze before Rauru smiled down at her. “Are you alright?”

Y/N gulped, watching him before muttering, “I think I’m in love with you.”

“You are?!” Rauru asked, balking. She paled and he quickly stammered, “No, no! I mean, I feel the same. I uhh…” He cleared his throat as he moved her until she was sitting. “I mean to say I wanted to confess at the festival but this is as good of a time as ever.” He looked to her. “I’d…like to court you properly, Y/N.”

At that moment, Y/N knew she’d died and passed on to the Sacred Realm or something of the sort because there was no real way this was happening. There was no way that her dear friend, the king of her people, was asking to court her.

“S-Sire–” At the disapproving groan, she corrected to, “Rauru, I mean, think about it. What you’re asking is…It doesn’t just go away. What if you end up hating me? I’m just your counselor basically.”

“Much like a wife is,” He joked, making her blush more. “I’m teasing. I’d love to have you by my side, Y/N. It’s why I’m asking this though. I want to take slow steps with you. I don’t want to ruin this because I care for you deeply.” He gently cupped her face. “May I…try?”

Y/N gulped and nodded. “I’d…like that. But could you maybe get off of me first?”

“Right! Sorry!”

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