#'if your plan this whole time was to make me upset then congrats!!! you made everyone's friend prismo upset. im gonna do something else now'

[my-thoughts-and-junk]

Anyway prohibitedwish dark medieval mystery drama au. The story is interjected every so often by prismo and scarab arguing over what should happen next

[hrts4hanniehae]

Take a Chance with Me || fifteen (finale)

ib Daytime Star

~2 years later~

of course she was upset that cheol's schedule had been so hectic lately, but she too had been drowning in work. sure it was their careers... but their schedules had ruined not only their first relationship anniversary but also their get-back-together anniversary! they were not even in the same country for BOTH of those dates. it was a bit painful but she had to deal with it.

the greetings for the fan meet went really well with her performance being almost perfect (except for her small wardrobe malfunction when her ripped jeans ripped even more than they should) but fans all got even more excited when they saw her in a much more flattering dress.

some of her celebrity friends came to visit her and of course, pretended to be die-hard fans. even the twitter fans @ yn_hrts and others were also present. this was the happiness of being an idol that she remembered.

it was coming to the end of the fan meet. the stack of gifts she had received were all behind her and she was focused on drawing something on a fan's notebook.

when that fan had moved on, she greeted the next person without looking up. "hi! thank you for waiting and thanks for coming! shall i sign something?"

"yea. could you sign this?" the paper before her was filled with text in black and white. without reading the contents she looked up at the person in front of her.

"CHEOL??"

"hello my love."

"what the hell r u doing here?"

"yn, my dear, please read the paper."

she finally looked down.

"oh my god."

it was a marriage certificate.

the whole room was screaming and she looked to her right.

choi seungcheol, the alpha of kpop and the leader of seventeen, her boyfriend, was on one knee holding a small box with the most beautifully intricate ring she'd ever seen.

"oh my god."

"The first day we met, you tripped and fell into me. But it ended up being me who fell for you first. Your laughter, your kindness, and the way you make every day brighter – it all captured my heart. We've been through so much together, shared our dreams, and faced challenges hand in hand. And through it all, my love for you has only deepened. We had our problems and we had our happiness. And now, I only want to bring you tears of joy and not sorrow. Not now, not ever. Those 3 years of distance from you were our darkest times. Now, I want to be happy together. Yn Ln, my love, my happiness, will you take a chance and marry me?"

she was crying. she couldn't believe it. he was proposing? here?

"yn?"

"yes. yes i'll marry you, my cheolie." and she signed the certificate.

"SHE SAID YES!" - hoshi

"oh my god hoshi not so loud!" - seungkwan

seungcheol had planned to be the last "fan" for the day, but in his haste, he had accidentally started queuing too early. so yn had to continue the fan meet for the rest of the fans with him sitting beside her.

"congrats on your engagement, yn-noona and seungcheol-oppa!!"

"thank you."

"oh my god i'm so nervous. bn do i look okay? oh my god." - yn

"yn you look great. don't worry so much" - bn

"yn your hair is out of place at the back." - jae

"thank you jae. see, bn, i don't look great." - jae

"oh my god don't do this right now." - bn

"jeonghan where are the rings oh my god." - seungcheol

"i've told you five times, they are with dino." - jeonghan

"do i look okay? oh my god, i see her dad." - seungcheol

"you've seen her dad so many times..." - wonwoo

"hyung, stop freaking out." - vernon

"i'm getting married, how can i not be nervous?" - seungcheol

"it'd better not be cold feet..." - hoshi

"it's not. i'm just scared that something will go wrong. I want to marry her so badly but what if something goes wrong?" - seungcheol

"we'll be there to sort it out, hyung." - dino

"you're getting married today in the best wedding possible. end of story. stop freaking out." - jeonghan

of course, the wedding went smoothly. cheol's vows made yn cry and yn's vows made seventeen cry. seungcheol was surprisingly very teary when yn put his ring on and he almost burst into tears after their first kiss as a married couple.

the dispatch photographer took so many photos that they had to dedicate almost 10 posts just to this wedding.

when it came to the bouquet toss... who knew that it'd be wonwoo to catch it, leaving mingyu a bright red mess. (luckily the dispatch photographer had left)

they were finally married.

"i'm glad you decided to take a chance with me, seungcheol. because this love we have, you can't find it with anyone else. thank you for loving me, choi seungcheol. today is the day i become choi yn. i've never been happier to be yours."

"thank you, yn, my love, for allowing me to take a chance with you. because you are the one thing i can't lose. i look into your eyes and i see forever. i'm forever yours. i'd be ln seungcheol if you insisted, but seeing how you're so happy to be my mrs choi, i'm so happy i get to call you mine."

-fin-

a/n thank you to those who always commented/reblogged my posts. yall have a special place in my heart!! we are finally at the official end of "Take a Chance with Me" and i hope y'all enjoyed it! do stay tuned for my other smaus!!!!

note to my taglist: please reblog and comment abt the chpt so i know that you're actually reading my stuff.

summary: 3 years after your breakup with seungcheol, you release an album to cope with your still-broken heart. you didn't expose his name but quickly, your fans and fans of svt begin to connect the dots to the past you wish you could relive. little did you know, the man you loved so desperately would begin to chase you back with the same desperation you so very much desired

inspired by: take a chance with me

pairing: idol!choi seungcheol × fem!idol!reader

genre: past relationship, fluff, angst, best friend!booseoksoon, smau, miscommunication, pining, 2nd chance

warnings: implied self harm/depression, hate comments, updates irregular but will finish because i cried when i thought abt this idea

started: 13.12.23 ended: 28.12.23

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[softxsuki]

Hiiii! :3

It's for the 'urgent' request, so, Diavolo (Obey me), Itadori (jjk) and Sinichiro (TR) with a gn!reader who has been sober for a year please! 🙏🏻

Some headcanons of the characters and support to the whole thing and being a year sober!

Congrats to @l1ttleclouds for almost being a year sober, so proud of them (ToT)

Thank youuu! You're an angel and I hope you're okay! ^-^

Diavolo, Itadori, and Shinichiro (Separate) Support Reader Who's One Year Sober

Pairings: Diavolo x Gn!Reader (MC), Itadori x Gn!Reader, Shinichiro x Gn!Reader

Warnings: mentions of smoking, sobriety

Genre: Comfort?

Post-Type: Headcanons

Word Count: 690

Summary: In which they support you after being a year sober

[A/N: This was requested for @l1ttleclouds congrats <3 I hope this is enjoyable for you. I was running out of ideas, hence why they're a little short, but I tried my best! ]

Diavolo:

Diavolo was your biggest support system

He had the power and resources to get you the help you needed and it was all worth it

A year sober was just a start but he was ready to stay by your side and continue that streak, making one year into two, and two into three, and so on

He celebrates all your milestones very grandly, of course with just the two of you, there was no reason to tell the whole of the Devildom, unless you were okay with it

Because lowkey he would like to host a grand celebration with everyone to congratulate you in your hard work and progress of staying sober

He admires you greatly so this proof of your strength makes him undeniably proud of you

“I’m so proud of how far you have made it this year staying sober. Sobriety is a difficult journey and I saw how hard it was for you at first, but it’s already been a year and I’m confident you’ll make it even farther. You have me forever and always, please know that I’ll always be here to support you. I love you with all my heart”

The only thing he encourages and always reminds you to do, is stay transparent and honest with him if things start getting hard, or about any concerns, triggers, or urges along the way that you may have

He wants to be able to come up with the best plan with you to support your journey of sobriety, so please stay open and truthful with him, he values that greatly

Itadori:

Yuuji is passionate about the people he loves

So you already know he was by your side every step of the way through your sobriety journey

And being one year sober is just a huge celebratory moment for him

He never once thought you couldn’t do it, in fact, the whole time he cheered you on

Yuuji was your shoulder to lean on, on the days when it was hard, never once did his smile or support waver–he was always there and would always be there

He’s cautious around you and makes sure others are as well, not wanting to accidentally trigger you and cause those past urges to come back

“I’m so happy that you’ve made it this far, and I can’t wait to be by your side through the rest of your journey through sobriety. You know, you inspire me to work harder and be better as well. I want to be someone who can shine brightly beside you and lift you up”

Truly as supportive as they come, he’s just full of love to give to you no matter what you’re going through

Shinichiro:

Ahh this beautiful man is so precious to you

He even gives himself the goal to quit something, so he stops smoking as well, wanting to make a commitment along with you so you weren’t struggling alone

And also because he felt like it might make you feel worse if he was openly doing things like that around you when you were trying to quit

He’s extremely protective of you and gets upset if anyone talks or does anything that might make your urges come back during your journey of sobriety

When you finally hit that one year milestone, he’s beyond elated

Seeing you full of life, away from the things that once held you down is beautiful to him and he couldn’t be prouder of you

Probably takes you out to celebrate to your favorite place, on his bike of course

“You’re even stronger than I am. I’m proud of you, Y/N.” He picks up his glass filled with soda and raises it in your direction, “Here’s to one more year, let's keep it up”

Words would never really be able to express how impressed and proud he is of you and this huge accomplishment

He wants nothing more than for you to be happy with yourself, and seeing you walk the road towards that is more than he could ask for

You have his undeniable love and support for years to come

REQUESTS ARE OPEN :D

Posted: 10/19/2023

[femdomliterature]

FemLit 0407 - How to Find a Dom

Feel Good

Be happy in your own skin and in your own company. Have likes and hobbies, things you do that make you feel good about yourself. Create something. Strip down an old dresser and paint it baby blue, or write a poem that’s probably crap but made you tear up when you wrote it.

Make an actual dinner. Fuel your body and mind with what it needs not just what you want in the moment. Move and strengthen your body. Make it sweat. Make it strong. If you’re perpetually unhappy or sad, find out why. You know why? Awesome! Seek help in learning how to manage your emotions. Be content. Be someone others want to be around.

Look Good

Get your hair trimmed and your nails done. Curl your eyelashes and wear some pink gloss or red lipstick. Wear something feminine that make you feel pretty and light. Should you have to dress like a 50’s housewife to be viewed as properly submissive? Of course not. But if you want more of a traditional gender-based dynamic, then look - and embrace - the part. It can be fun. And femininity can feel pretty darn good. And, like and agree with it or not, traditional femininity draws male attention. If being ‘you’ is wearing sweatpants and a messy bun, that might be cute on a Saturday morning in the privacy of your own home, but the potential new man at the grocery store isn’t going to look at you twice. Oh, and for god’s sake, smile.

Do Good

Be you… unless you is a total bitch. I’m all for a healthy degree of sass and snark (have we met?), but when it crosses over to mean and gossipy, that’s when men typically take a pass. A good rule of thumb is to ask yourself Is this in good fun? Are the people involved actually having fun? If the person I’m talking about overheard me, would they be upset? I’m not suggesting everyone be Gandhi, just don’t be a cunt. Be nice. Be helpful. Think about people other than yourself and do things for others. Be a good girl.

Take Care Yo Shit

Pay your bills. If you can’t pay your bills, call your creditors and make a plan. No quality man is going to save you from your shitty decisions. Clean your house. Your living environment is a reflection of your personality and what’s going on inside your head. A man with his own shit together isn’t going to embrace chaos. I’m not talking about clutter; few people expect or demand perfection. But if your house or your bedroom or your car is embarrassing…. well, be embarrassed. And fix it. Let your environment reflect a together woman, one he would be proud to know - and potentially own.

Leave the House

It’s cliche and I’ve said it before, but people can be whoever they want to be online. You can absolutely, 100% meet quality people on dating sites and even places like Craigslist and Fetlife (I know, I know), but cast a wider net. Ride a bike. Go to the beach. People-watch from a cafe patio. Join a Meetup group and get out in the world. There are people out there. He might be out there.

Engage With Others

Ok, so you’ve left your house. Yay! That’s a big step. But now you have to engage with other people; you can’t exist in a bubble and expect to find love. Walk tall. Make eye contact. Smile. Be present.

“Have you read that? I really liked it.” (bookstore)

“Can I ask what you’re drinking? I’m trying to find a ___ I like.” (anywhere with drinks)

“Love the shirt.” (any decent t-shirt, any town)

“Nice man bun” (this has never happened, but I suppose in a worst-case scenario anything is possible)

Be and Stay Positive

Like attracts like. I don’t care if you’ve read The Secret and agree with it or think it’s bunk, but you absolutely get back what you put out. If you’re convinced you’ll never meet or find anyone worth knowing, then congratulations! You’re right. But the same is true for the flip-side; if you’re living a life that makes you whole, and you believe it’s simply a matter of time until you meet the one(s) meant to cross your path, then congrats to you! You’ve determined your own fate.

Be Submissive

You look pretty, you’re out on the town, and you’re smiling and making eye contact with someone. Wait… stop doing that!! Don’t eye-fuck the man! Smile and lower your eyes. Fake a little shyness if you must; don’t let on that you want to climb him like Everest. Be a lady. Inspire respect. Let him open the door for you. Say ‘please’ and ‘thank you.’ Mean it. Lower your walls; give him a chance to be awesome - he very well could be. Don’t feel the need to fill every silence. Listen. Don’t be bowled over, but let him talk. Let him lead.

Know What a Dom Actually Is

A Dom is a man who is drawn to lead. He might not wear black leather. He probably won’t scowl. He could very easily wear cargo shorts or clip his toenails into the toilet. It’s entirely possible that you won’t spot his dominance like you would a bald spot or tattoo. His dominance is his character; watch him and see how he is. Does he defer to you for choices, or does he make the decisions - even small ones? Is he the clear leader in his circle of friends? He might be the quietest person at the table, but do people look to him for advice? Does he handle his business, both at work and at home? Is he honest and does he demonstrate integrity through action as well as words?

You’re right, I wrote nothing about kink. The kinky stuff, if you choose to partake, is in the details worked out after you’ve met and gotten to know the man. Anyone can swing a flogger or order someone around. It takes a different kind of person to inspire the desire to submit. That’s who you look for. Everything else is secondary.

[camileeon]

OOO CONGRATS ON 200!!!

For the new event, maaay I request A 14 with either Camilo or Dolores, whichever you feel you want to do!

Thank you!!

KISS ME MORE -

(a/n) yes hello i know theres no title for this one because i can't thunk of anything for the past few minutes,, personally loved this prompt because yes <3 hope you all enjoy this one! Thanks for requesting! (Also this is not proof read:'))-🍊 (UPDATED!!: TITLE UPLOADED)

🦋- GN!Reader (they/them) x Camilo (he/him)

[•••]

Oh the boy in yellow, he always loved to pull such strange pranks out of nowhere. On his primas and hermana, even once on abuela and his parents. It can be a little too much sometimes but the boy knew when he would crossed the line and always makes up for the victim of his antics.

But on one lovely peaceful day, his primas and y/n had conjured up a plan to get a taste of how it felt to be in the boy's victims shoes, just a little prank that wouldn't hurt to get back at the shapeshifter.

They had decided that it'd be funny if y/n had avoided his kisses and y/n won't give him any for a day, given to how clingy Camilo can be and is big on physical affection, especially his cielito's kisses.

As much as y/n wanted fo decline, there was a part of them that wanted to get revenge on the boy for the stunts he pulls.

After being invited over to casita for the plan they discussed, they went out to the town to find the shapeshifter. Or rather for him to find them really, they stayed near the town square where the children and town persons enjoyed their time dancing and playing music. They felt a hand cover their eyes from behind and an arm around their waist, flinching a little before letting out a sigh, knowing who it was

“guess who mariposa?”

“i don't think i need to, mi amor.” they chuckled as the hand uncovered their eyes, readjusting their vision before facing to see them with a big grin

“oh how I've missed you mi vida” the boy in yellow spoke, pulling them closer by the arm wrapped around their waist for a kiss.

They gave a smug smirk and slipped their palm in between them and his lips, letting out a chuckle as they escaped his grasp and didn't speak a word about it as their day continued.

As they spent time with eachother while the sun began to fall, camilo just pondered in his head "their probably messing with me right?" He tried various attempts to kiss them but they just moved past him or move their head in the different direction. As much as the prank was hilarious, they did in fact notice how a little upset he got when he continued to attempt and fail miserably and couldn't help but feel bad. Dolores could probably hear all that has been happening, leaving the shapeshifter's primas cackling in their rooms-

As soon as they gotten back to casita, he decided to confront them about it in his room, he was feeling a little sulky and needed his attention from you “y/n.. why have you been avoiding me?”

“hm? We were together the whole day?”

“no no i meant- don't you like me kissing you anymore? Did i do something wrong? D-do you not love me anymore??”

and that was all it took for y/n to breakthrough everything, they couldn't help seeing how he reacted “no no no no amor amor, i'm sorry it was a prank! your primas started it i swear i just went along with it. We just thought that we could get back at you with this for fun, i didn't think it'd go that far.” they explained, immediately latching their arms over him and hugged him tightly before cupping his face to wipe tears that was trying it's best not to fall out the boy's eyes. His jaw dropped and escaped your touch before pacing exaggeratingly “you guys are mean! I seriously thought another soul inhabited your body! You- you-! ugh just kiss me already-!”

He went back to them to hold their face firmly to pull them into a deep longing kiss, his body made theirs stumble a little, making them land on the floor but that didn't quite seem to stop them. “hmm.. i love you camilo.”

“mhm! i love when you say that, i love you more mi mariposa.”

[dreamkidddream]

Those Doll!anon fics were really amazing! I really wanna do something like it if you don’t mind. Could I maybe get a Yorkie!MC? Like, a really short, really friendly MC until they feel like they or one of the brothers/undateables are being threatened or insulted, then they try to pick a fight they’d obviously lose? I’m just laughing at the mental imagine of this short, unthreatening human yelling at and trying to square up against a demon lol.

Awww tysm!! 💙I missed writing for Obey Me (and we also hit 666 followers at this point 😈💜) and since this was so interesting I decided that I’m gonna do the Undateables first and then do the brothers cause I feel like I don’t show them enough love 😔 reader is gender neutral!

The Undateables with Yorkie!MC

Diavolo

He is LOVING your energy

Your happiness is so contagious, it just adds onto his already cheery demeanor. He honestly feels his cheeks hurting from smiling even more when you’re around (and he doesn’t even care!)

He’s gonna buy Lucifer so much Demonus as a thank you for picking you for the exchange program. Seriously, you’re PERFECT (for him)

As the President of Student Council and future King, he loves seeing you interact with the other students, and he’s glad that they’re reacting positive to you. At least some of them do

Now, no one is to foolish (or powerful) enough to threaten Diavolo or do anything to you that can bring you harm. They can try, but they won’t be getting the results that they hope for

But he can’t help it but find it amusing when you try to “defend his honor” when someone bad mouths him. He makes sure to not let it show (gotta be professional after all) but he does tease you about it later. You’re so small and seeing you just yelling square up to this demon is hilarious. He has no idea what geometry has to do with this, but he’s learned some new slang thanks to you!

He’s finally found someone who’ll go along with his antics and more. Whereas other people may complain about him wanting to do fun activities that seem basic, you just flash a big smile, grab his hand and tell him to lead the way

(You even made matching friendship bracelets and he refuses to take it off, ever)

You really make him happy MC. He doesn’t remember the last time he’s ever felt this lighthearted, and he doesn’t feel the sense of loneliness that he felt himself getting used too

Also Lucifer gets twice the headache now, but the Demonus helps it go away (temporarily)

Barbatos

Ah, so another Luke, except older and that you take your threats of violence very serious, if what he sees (both in the present and the future) holds true (which it does)

You’re still harmless in his eyes though

Your friendly personality makes it easy for you to be forgiven for a lot of things…even if your actions make him give you the side eye at times

Despite how energetic you are (which is something that he’ll never grow tired of) your presence has a relaxing effect on him. Even if he has to warn you sometimes to be careful with the way that you bounce around so much, especially when he’s in the kitchen

He unfortunately can’t be by your side as he is Lord Diavolo’s butler, but that doesn’t mean that he can’t keep watch on you, even without the use of his powers

With how outgoing you are, you’re bound to attract trouble, in which you do at a constant rate. What was comical however, is that it seemed like the trouble you attracted was on his behalf

“MC, what seems to be the issue here?”

“BARB! You won’t believe this! This jerk has the nerve to call you stuck up- well I can show you stuck up! After I stick my foot up your- Huh? Hey, why am I the one being dragged away?! W- count yourself lucky that Barb is saving you right now demon! But this isn’t over- MPH!”

“I hate to spoil you before our tea party, but you were already late and I have been meaning to have you try my new recipe that I’ve been working on…”

You were too busy trying to savor the delicious flavor to focus on what just happen, which was his plan all along. You get to try more of his delicious treats and he gets to enjoy your touch and company. Crisis averted!

He’s crafty enough to have plans to evade you “fighting” and you haven’t caught on yet (or maybe you did and just feign ignorance? Either way works for him)

It doesn’t bother him what people say about him, he doesn’t care in the slightest (and they’re not bold enough to say it to his face). What he cares about is making sure that you keep your carefree energy, and that he keeps to see you with your radiating smile on your face

Simeon

You remind him so much of Luke. Are you sure you’re not from the Celestial Realm too?

Don’t worry he’s only teasing you (kinda) but you do have just as much energy if not MORE than Luke

And you don’t mind helping him either, no matter how “silly” his requests may be

“You’re doing great Si! See, you didn’t even need my help!”

“MC, I couldn’t have gotten to this point without you. My pictures are still coming out a little blurry, but that could be because you wouldn’t stand still- but it does add special kind of charm to them…”

He’s keeping them btw

He was shook when he saw you go off the first time, like he really wasn’t expecting it (Solomon did try to warn him, he was laughing but he did try to warn him)

“Don’t think just because he’s an angel means I’m bout to act like one! I will end you!”

MC please don’t make this demon “catch these hands” violence isn’t necessary

He doesn’t know what that means but he’s scared that he’s gonna find out if he doesn’t hold you back

He has reprimanded you each time when you try to fight others. He knows that demons see him as weak and talk behind his back, but he chooses to ignore them, to turn the other cheek. But just because he does, doesn’t mean that you do, and he sees that now

Simeon really doesn’t want you to fight, and it’s not even because it’s against his nature (it’s part of the reason, just not the whole reason). Fighting leads to injury, and injury leads to distress, and that’s the last thing that he wants to happen to you. And he’s not going to let anything happen to you!

He truly believes it’s a waste of time and energy, and you could find better things to do. For example, by spending time with him!

Simeon may not be your guardian angel officially, but he’s your guardian angel. Always

Has definitely written a character based on you

Luke

Is immediately upset that you don’t stay in Purgatory Hall with him, and even more upset that you don’t live in the Celestial Realm

You’re like the best older sibling he’s never had! And you don’t treat him like a baby either!

Or he’s just admiring you too much to notice

You never hesitate to help him with anything; baking, homework, pretty much anything and everything. He may try to make it seem like you need his assistance, but we all know it’s the other way around (with the exception of Luke himself)

We all know that Luke gets teased by the brothers and even his roommates sometimes (looking at you Solomon), but it’s just harmless teasing (for the most part). It’s when he hears what the other students say about him that gets to him- he tries to show that it doesn’t bother him and he tries to stand up for himself but- their words really hurt him

And no one hurts Luke and gets away with it

You already get onto the brothers for their teasing when it starts to bother him, and now the brothers have to jump in to stop you from trying to rip this demon horns’ off

You can’t really reach them and they’re pretty sure you won’t do any damage, but they rather not take the chance of you getting hurt

It’s not the first or last time that you do this either, and it just makes him feel horrible. He’s the angel here, the one that’s suppose to protect you, not the other way around!

You help him out so much, either without defending him you do so much for him already. How can he ever repay you? He feels like whatever he does won’t be enough…WAIT- he figured out what he can do!

He can get stronger and protect you! He can go to Beel so that you don’t have to fight for him anymore, or maybe have Solomon make some potions that’s like demon repellent but only for those jerks. If those mean demons see how serious and strong he is, then they’re bound to leave you guys alone! Maybe he can show you some tricks too once he’s done. He has to hurry up and tell you the plan then, you guys can’t wait any longer!

Their words do hurt, but so does seeing you putting yourself in harms way to protect him. You can’t do all the protecting MC, he needs to watch out for you too, no if ands or buts about it!

You and Luke are the duo we never knew we needed

Solomon

Ah, it’s about time he found a human as interesting and adorable as you. Where having you been hiding all his lifetime?!

He has wayyyy more fun teasing you than Luke. Your pout just makes things x100 better and cuter

Congrats on becoming his new victim MC

Another one to find you very amusing when you try to fight and won’t stop you either

He will dead serious be recording you trying to fight on his DDD. He’ll make sure that it doesn’t escalate but who is he to stop such entertainment?

He has become tempted to cast a superhuman strength spell on you, and he ends up doing it “on accident” (which has happened more than once)

Lucifer has done the “I’m watching you” thing to him every time he has lmao

But no seriously, he won’t let you get hurt; he won’t even let the chance arise. He’s already pulling you away before you can get yourself worked up fully, dragging you to the library or his room to test some new spells (one that he tempts you can use on these demons). It’s enough to get your attention back on him

You’re a daily source of his amusement and someone that he wants MC, but that doesn’t mean he can afford his favorite human getting hurt on his watch!

He’s no stranger to the gossip about him, nor is he clueless. It’s just all talk anyway, he doesn’t care and neither should you. But it is touching to know that you care this much about him and how he feels…

But he doesn’t want you to do this for him. He’s a powerful sorcerer, he can easily solve this without breaking a sweat if he wanted to, but he doesn’t deem it worthy to even waste a drop of potions on. But since you’re so concerned, maybe a quick kiss would make him feel better?

He thought you were a little gullible, but that’s not the case. You just have a very open and bright personality, one that he finds himself getting attached to more and more as each day passes

If he’s not careful, he might get more enamored with you than he already is-

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Daisies Mean ‘I’m an Idiot’

Summary: Spencer unintentionally declines when Y/N asks him out because he couldn’t possibly be the man she was describing to Penelope in her office.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Content/Warnings: light to mild angst with fluffy ending, one swear word

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: this is for @homoose ‘s 2k celebration. congrats!! sorry for the angst but the ending is super fluffy to make up for it!

Spencer was going to drop off a file to Garcia when he heard the hushed whispers of you and Penelope. He knew he shouldn’t eavesdrop so he was beginning to quietly close the door but something caught his attention.

“Penelope, I don’t think I can ask him out. He’s literally way out of my league.”

Spencer’s movements halted, he knew it was wrong but he had to hear the end of this conversation. Spencer didn’t think it was possible that someone could be out of your league, you were perfect.

“I know for a fact he will say yes, Y/N,” Penelope assured you.

“I’m pretty sure he doesn’t see me like that but I really wish he did. I love talking to him and he is so kind and cute and goddamn perfect,” you whined.

Spencer closed the door. He had heard enough. Whoever this guy was was the luckiest man on Earth.

-

Okay, there he is. He’s just sitting at his desk doing files like usual, no big deal. You can do this, Y/N.

You were trying to work up the courage to ask Spencer out. You had saved it for until after you had finished your files and Hotch had told you that you were free to go so that if this went south, you could leave quickly.

“Hey, Spencer,” you slowly approached his desk.

He looked up from his file and for some reason, his warm smile didn’t seem as bright today. Already a great start.

“Uh there’s um a showing of Little Women tonight and I know you said you have read the book multiple times but never seen the movie and I-I already have two tickets and-” you began to say.

“It’s not that I don’t appreciate the thought but I’m busy,” Spencer quickly cut you off, looking back down at his file.

“Oh um okay. S-Sorry to bother you,” you twisted your lips, trying to not let the tears overflow just yet.

You grabbed your coat and bag from your desk and hurriedly made your way to the glass doors.

Penelope was on her way to make copies when she passed you repeatedly hitting the elevator button as if it would make the elevator get to the sixth floor faster.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” she asked.

You turned around with tears running down your cheeks, “He said no, Pen. I was in the middle of asking him to a movie and dinner and he cut me off. He must have known where I was going with it and shut me down as quickly as possible. God, I’m so stupid,” you sniffled.

The elevator dinged and the doors slid open as you stepped inside.

“Will you go with me? I still wanna watch the movie so I have an excuse to cry in the dark while eating candy and popcorn with my best friend,” you asked.

“Of course, I’ll go with you, sweetie,” she agreed, “But I really don’t understand why Spencer said no.”

“Because he doesn’t like me like that...just as I thought,” you sighed as the elevator doors closed.

-

Spencer felt bad for turning down your movie invitation but he knew you would find someone else to go with. Maybe it would even give you the push to ask out that guy. As much as it would kill Spencer on the inside, he just wanted you to be happy. He couldn’t be with you tonight though, he had to process the devastating confirmation that his massive crush was completely one-sided and always would be.

He was trying so hard to focus on the files in front of him but his mind kept wandering off to you. He was the last one in the bullpen which was a rarity.

Spencer felt a swift smack on the back of his head.

“Ow!” Spencer turned around, rubbing the back of his head, to see Penelope standing there with a file in her hand.

“That is for making Y/N cry,” she huffed.

“What?” Spencer asked.

“You cut her off in the middle of her trying to ask you out. Even though I thought you liked her too, you could at least give her the decency to finish her sentence, Reid,” Penelope was storming out of the bullpen.

Spencer was already up and out of his chair, running to catch up with her. How was she so speedy for someone in high heels.

“She was asking me out?” Spencer followed Penelope into her lair.

“What did you think she was doing, genius?”

“I don’t know. We go to the movies together sometimes and those weren’t dates,” Spencer was trying to put the pieces together in his head.

“Well if you let her finish,” Penelope glared at Spencer, “she was going to ask you to dinner after but you had to be rude about it. She had it all planned out. Poor girl was so worked up about it.”

“I wasn’t trying to be rude,” Spencer frantically insisted, “I heard her talking about asking a guy out this morning and I got a little upset. I just didn’t want to spend the whole night listening to her talk about her plans with some other guy soon and trying to act like it doesn’t hurt.”

“She was talking about you,” Penelope rolled her eyes.

“She thinks I’m cute and loves talking to me?” Spencer asked incredulously.

“Yes, she does. And you just made her go home crying. So what are we going to do about that?”

-

You texted Penelope that you were outside the theater. You sat down on a bench, fiddling with your fingers as you waited.

Two converse appeared in your peripheral vision. You looked up to see Spencer, holding a bouquet of flowers, completely out of breath.

“I-I-Oh my god, that was a long run from the metro. Give me one sec,” he bent over his knees to catch his breath.

After his breathing had stabilized, he extended the flowers towards you, “The purple hyacinth is traditionally given to ask for forgiveness but the florist didn’t have those. Daisies usually symbolize innocence but in this case, let’s just say they mean ‘I’m an idiot and incredibly sorry’.”

You didn’t say anything so Spencer continued, “I heard you and Penelope this morning. I know it was wrong to listen in on a private conversation but I couldn’t help myself. You were talking about some guy that you thought you didn’t have a chance with and I thought that couldn’t possibly be me because well, look at you! You’re so beautiful and perfect. You’re way out of my league. Way out of anyone’s league for that matter, you could get anyone you wanted so I’m so sorry I couldn’t process that you were actually asking me out on a date. I couldn’t and still can’t comprehend why you would choose me.”

You patted the bench for him to sit down next to you.

“Why wouldn’t I like you, Spencer? You’re sweet, handsome, generous, and you make me smile,” you spoke softly.

“Y/N, is there any chance you would let me see the movie with you and take you to dinner afterwards?” he asked hopefully.

“Yes but the only thing is I’m in sweats because I was kind of expecting Penelope,” you laughed.

“You would still and always will be the most beautiful girl wherever we go,” he smiled.

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– IT WAS MY FAULT WASN'T IT?, cc! tommyinnit.

in which // your having a bad day and accidentally snap at tommy.

genre // platonic ,, angst.

word count // 1K+

warning // "bloody" is used.

a/n // finally finished it !! for @icarusthefoolish 's 100 followers event here !! congrats again love !! ˃ᴗ˂

prompts // "just get out. i- i don't want you here, just leave." & "the thought of loosing you… scares me."

the whole day was horrible. nothing was on your side, especially your luck, which made you very irritated. first you were late for school that was caused by you waking up later than usual, secondly you forgot your homework at home and your friend didn't show up at school that resulted in you being alone for the rest of the day, feeling watched while also judged by everyone around, and the meet-up you both planned got canceled. all you wanted to do is cry, it didn't even matter if it was in front of everyone, you couldn't help it. on it's own it was quite embarrassing, even more so when it was in public. you just wanted the day to end, to rest and have some alone "you" time you deserved. sadly that didn't happen, because one of your closest friends, tommy, had other plans for you. you knew tommy had good intentions, but today they weren't just as great as before. they didn't make you feel better, they didn't make you feel any good at all.

tommy came bursting through the door of your room. with a big grin he stepped inside as he looked around, his eyes searched only for you, there were no signs of you being there, however he couldn't help but notice the mess spread around the room, scattered papers and pens could be seen laying on the floor, your backpack pushed aside or rather thrown in the corner, still, you couldn't be seen, it was like you didn't even exist anymore. the room felt empty. the boy was about to turn around and try to look for you in other rooms inside your house, until he heard the smallest, almost unhearable whimper ever.

"[name]?" tommy blurded out, but to his dismay, he was once again met with silence. this time he knew he couldn't leave, the possibility of finding you was the only thing on his mind at that time, camera in hand. a few minutes flew by and he couldn't wait any longer, you had to be there, you had to be. the room you grew up in. looking around once more, he finally noticed you, curled into a fetal position, under a blanket, next to your bed. his eyes sparkled as he walked forward to his friend, "[name]? you alright?"

slowly bringing his hand to pull off the blanket, it was very noticeable that you cried. that was the first sign something was up, it wasn't often that you cried, at least not in public. even when tommy clarified it was absolutely alright, because showing emotion is natural and very normal, but you still refused to show how vulnerable you really are inside and this day just proved it all. it was overwhelming to think about. to pretend you were perfect, when in reality you weren't, just like everyone else.

you didn't even bother to look at the boy, your eyes glued to the wall like your life depended on it. only a frown present on your face. tommy desperately tried to read what you are feeling from it, but to no avail, your gaze was hard, unbreakable even.

"are - are you alright?" he repeated his question.

"am i? does it really look like it?" your response coming out harsh, almost offended. he flinched at your tone, which you never used with him before. the confusion clearly showed on his face.

"what's up with you today? has something happened today to make you this upset?"

with the final glare, hell broke loose. you stood up in front of tommy shaking your hands to make your statements more noticable. eyes peering through his soul.

"oh shut it tommy! it's not like you would ever understand since your life is so perfect everyday!"

having enough of your attitude he yelled back. anger clearly hearable in his voice.

"that's what i'm currently trying to do! you're just being na arse!"

"oh i'm being an arse? who always comes to my house uninvited and for no bloody reason puts a camera in my face nearly everyday just to have some content to put on their channel, huh?!"

"i thought you liked my vlogs!"

"i did and i still do but not as much when i'm being filmed everyday tommy! it's like the constant feeling of being watched and it leaves me paranoid! i absolutely despise it!"

frustrated tears started forming in your eyes, you needed to be understood, to find a solution for the whole thing. it's not you trying to be unsupportive, it's you trying to be free again, without feeling like the whole world is watching you every bloody second.

"is that how you really feel about it?..."

silence filled up the room, the two teenagers unable to look each other in the eyes with such ease as before, after this, nothing ever is going to be the same. your eyes suddenly softened, voice starting to seem called than before.

"please try to understand where i'm coming from tommy, i appreciate you, i really do, but i can't keep doing this, whatever this is." shaking your arms around again, this time trying to bring volume to your words. the boy stayed silent, looking everyone but your eyes. this left you the only option you never thought you would every use.

"just get out. i- i don't want you here, just leave."

"wait no- [name] please… i'm sorry-" he desperately tried, this time it wasn't enough.

"no tommy, i need some time for myself- we both do."

after a minute of another silence, which was very eerie considering you two were the loudest, most chaotic duo out there, he finally decided to speak up.

"the thought of loosing you… scares me." tears escape his eyes, he look vulnerable, more than you ever saw him be anyway. it hurt to see him this way, however, if you didn't blow up today, it would be another day and maybe it would even more painful than it already was. you both in need of a break from each other, it was the only good solution to this. you slowly rose your hand, your finger pointing at your door, tommy looked defeated. with one last glance leaving you behind, for you to only whisper,

"goodbye tommy."

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Yours, Mine, Ours: Chapter 9

Single-Dad!Chris Evans X Single-Mom!Reader

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Series Summary: Your husband Caspian Richardson Senior died while serving in the military, so you move your three sons to Boston, MA. Where you meet an actor and his sweet daughter.

Chapter Summary: You tell Caspian about the date.

Series Warnings: Death of a spouse/parent, divorce of parents,

Chapter Warnings: None I think.

A/n: It's short oof. But next chapter is the date.

Caspian walked home from the football field. It was different around here then he was used to. He's been so used to base life, being asked how long your staying or what's your parent's rank. He's never lived off base, this town reminds him of where his grandparents live. Where you and his dad grew up. He missed living on base.

He knew eventually he'd move off base especially since Senior was supposed to retire next year. Caspian knew he'd end up on a military base again one day. He was planning on following his dad's footsteps and enlisting in the army he did plan on researching more though. He already knows a lot of benefits that come with the army, because of his dad. He also knows the risks.

Caspian turned onto your street hands in his pockets looking at his feet. This move was weird to him, he's been moving his whole life but he knows this is home now. Although he was still having a hard time making friends, being so used to moving he still felt he had to spare him and others the heartbreak. He'll make friends eventually, especially with being on the football team.

He sighed looking at the dog tags that hang from his neck. The very ones his dad wore. They were handed to you with the folded flag. You then gave them to Caspian. Since Caspian got those Connor and Jace have Teddy bears with your husband's name patches form his uniforms sewn onto them. Other uniforms and sentimental things are in a box until you find a place to get a custom shadow box for his flag, medals and other things such as that.

Caspian finally made it home grabbing the mail before hurrying inside. Once inside he tossed his bag onto the floor and kicking his shows off. He shouted that he was home before heading into the kitchen after you had told him where you were.

"Hey mom! Hey Connor and Jace." Caspian said walking in. "Whatcha making?"

"Homemade lasagna! Just like dad liked it!" Connor told his brother happily.

"Yes! I love lasagna!" Caspian smiled going to the fridge and grabbing a flavored water. You bought those cause the kids liked them but they were healthy so it was better then soda. But you did get soda on occasion.

"Yep, and your brother's are helping make it!" You told home smiling.

"Cool." Caspian nodded sitting at the island. "Mom the coach said I have a spot on varsity next year! He's saving it for me!" Caspian said smiling.

"That's amazing Hunny!"

"Congrats." Jace smiled.

—

Caspian was in charge of cleaning up dinner that night. Since he was the only one who didn't help cook. After he finished he joined you in the living room as you told him you need to talk with him.

"Junior. I have a date." You toldhim watching his face closely. He was surprised by the news. He knew you were going to date again after his dad. Though he couldn't help but wonder why so soon. Okay a year and a half is a long time he'll admit it but he just didn't know what to think. "It's with Chris on Saturday."

"Okay. I'll watch Jace and Connor if you want." He said. You were confused, you thought he'd be upset.

"are you okay Bud?" You asked. He shrugged nodding.

"Mom I don't care. It's your life, I didn't expect you to stay single forever. Dad wouldn't of wanted that." Caspian assured. "Besides he has a cute dog. We should get a dog."

"I'm glad you're being so mature about this. And no we are not getting a dog. I don't have the time nor the money to take care of a dog right now." You told him.

"Okay."

"Go wash up for bed now Buddy."

"Yep. Good night mom."

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Congrats on the milestone!!! I found your blog thanks to "In Name Only"- haven't read an Oberyn fanfic that good in years!!! <3 <3 Buuuut could I have one with Javi, pretty please? :3 “Why aren’t you with her?”; But because I've seen you're already done some with Javier and maybe you'd like sth else: Din “ I thought we were family!”. Happy New Year!!!!

So, I had to go with Javier on this because I am in it for him 💕

Javier Peña x Fem!Reader ; warnings: language

Javier Masterlist 

»»————-　♡　————-««

“Oh no, no, no,” Javier shook his head fervently as he picked up his glass of whiskey, downing it in one go before he took a long drag of his cigarette. He seemed amused as he spoke in rapid Spanish to his companion for the evening, a man you hadn’t met before. A small smile tugged on your features as you noticed just how relaxed he seemed for once; normally he was tense and tired, just like you and Steve as well. It had been a last minute decision to come here for a drink by yourself, and you definitely hadn’t expected to find Javier here, but you weren’t upset in the slightest, deciding to go in and say a quick hello and see how it went. But his next words caused you to freeze in place.

“She’s nothing to me,” he commented as both burst into gruff laughter, “she’s just a kid, but good for a fuck now and then. A good rookie, but that’s it. If you want something worth your time, you know where to go.”

Your heart felt like it froze before dropping into your stomach at his words; they were so cruel and vile, laced with amusement at your expense. It didn’t long to figure out who he was talking to. Rookie? There was no one but you. Fucking every once in a while? Also you - well the two of you. But it had never been just...sex to you. It had always held so much more weight and somehow you’d thought it had for him to. 

“Move,” a man, clearly drunk, shoved you slightly as stood in the doorway, rooted in place. Your eyes were focused on Javier, and you made a small sound as you were jilted to the side. Javier’s head snapped up at the slight commotion and he paled as he noticed that it was you; shit, shit, shit. Judging by the broken hearted look on your face, he knew you had heard everything. 

You mumbled a quick apology before meeting Javier’s eyes for the briefest of moments before tearing out of the bar and out into the cold, dark street. It wasn’t but a moment before tears were spilling down your cheeks as you tried to control the sobs that threatened to rack your body. No - you weren’t going to let him or anyone see you like this. If he even cared enough to come after you and see if you were okay or what you’d heard. Judging by the cruel sharpness of his words, you highly doubted he would give the situation as much as a passing thought.

Well, you huffed lightly to yourself, dabbing at your tears with the sleeve of your sweater, no one to blame but yourself. Everyone had warned you about Javier Peña - you just hadn’t listened. 

»»————-　♡　————-««

“What’s wrong, Peña?” the man across the table looked at him and laughed, flagging down a nearby waitress and signaling for her to get two more beers, “you look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Javier closed his eyes and let out a long breath, running a hand over his tired eyes. Part of him knew he should have come after you, but another part of him figured it was pointless. You’d probably never want to see his face again. It was supposed to be a quick comment to his contact, a blaise comment so the man knew to stay away from you, so you were protected - at least as much as he could ensure it. Instead he royally fucked everything up, and naturally you’d had impeccable timing. 

“Nothing,” he lied as he accepted the beer and downed half of it in one go, “nothing at all.”

»»————-　♡　————-««

Part of you had wanted to call in sick to work the next day - and the rest of your days. But you’d decided that that was not the way to handle things. You were going to steel yourself and offer him as much indifference and disregard he had afforded you. May it was stupid and childish, but in the moment you didn’t care. He didn’t want anything to do with you and only viewed you as a good fuck now and then, then you would give it right back. You were finally going to take everyone’s advice and keep Javier Peña out of your personal life. At work it was unavoidable, but everywhere else, you were done with him.

“Good morning,” you offered Steve a kind smile before handing him a cup of coffee just like you did most mornings. Javier was already at his desk, pouring over paperwork, but stopping to glance up at you. Steve offered you his own greeting before eagerly accepting the coffee and getting back to work; you could feel Javier’s seeing gaze on you, but weren’t about to break down and gave into him. 

“Morning,” Javier offered, looking intently at you, as you sat down at your own desk and busied yourself with paperwork. There was a ton of it to do after last week’s raid, and that meant the three of you would be stuck at the office for the next few days. Not exactly ideal, to be stuck in close proximity with the man you desperately wanted to avoid, but you’d deal with it. You nodded and made a small, noncommittal sound. 

Steve looked between the two of you, opening and closing his mouth a few times as he realized something was wrong. Javier and yourself were normally thick as thieves, so this was a sharp contrast to what he had come to know as normal. While he didn’t know the full extent of your relationship, he knew it was more than friendly, and it didn’t long to figure out that something had happened. But he wasn’t going to push it or say anything; it wasn’t his place and he was sure that the two of you would figure it out. 

The rest of the day continued in much the same fashion...as did the day after...and the day after that. You played the role of cool and collected, not hurt and unphased by anything, while Javier felt like he was slowly breaking down. He just wanted to speak to you for just a moment, to explain what had happened and that none of it was true - he’d never meant to hurt. He’d just wanted to protect you. 

By Friday evening, he couldn’t handle it anymore; he needed to explain himself, to just get you to listen for a few minutes. Whether or not you chose to believe him would be another case.

“Dulzura-”

“I have a name, Javier,” you snapped at him, trying to push past him and head out of the office for the weekend. You’d planned to meet up with Connie to grab a drink, a much needed girls’ night, and that didn’t include Javier. You’d spent all week trying to get up and over him, and even though you weren’t sure it had worked, you liked the illusion that it did. 

But the seasoned agent was quick, and was able to grab your wrist and keep you from walking away. You looked at him, a frown on your features as you tried to pull out of his grasp, but he was stubborn and steadfast and didn’t release you. 

“We need to talk,” he insisted softly as you huffed impatiently. You didn’t dare to meet his eyes for fear of breaking down and giving in to him. Instead you stared at your feet and wished the ground would open and swallow you whole.

“There’s nothing to talk about,” you hissed, the venom in your voice causing him to recoil, “you made that crystal clear. I’m just...what did you call? A good fuck every now and then? What could you - the wonderful most amazing agent - possibly want with me? A rookie?”

“You need to listen and let me explain-”

“There’s nothing to talk about,” you’d caught him off guard and he dropped your wrist, allowing you to pull out of his grasp and take a step away, "if you thought that's all I was you could have made it clear. I never...I don't know what I was thinking. I guess I should have listened, huh? Stay away from Javier Peña and I was just thinking dumb rookie that didn't listen. Joke's on me, right?"

"That's not - that's never what this was. Not to me," he insisted as you'd started to walk, causing you to stop dead in your tracks. Slowly turning around, you cocked your head to the side in confusion, "that's not what this started out as or what I wanted."

"Oh really?" you were stuck somewhere between shock and disbelief as you laughed bitterly, "do you mean it or are you saying that because you're trying to look good? Is that what you tell all the girls when you want them to get back in your bed?"

"Would you just stop and listen to me for one fucking moment?!" the sharpness of his tone caused you to look at him in surprise, "I've been trying to talk to you all week and you've been avoiding me like I've got the fucking plague. You won't even look at me."

"You broke my fucking heart!" you yelled back at him, feeling something snap within you as a few tears rolled down your cheeks, "and the worst thing? I was never even supposed to know. You couldn't even tell me to my fucking face! Was I supposed to find out or just be a laughingstock for you and your buddies? Or what about your informants? Why aren't you with her?"

"Stop! Just let me talk and listen for a moment," he ran his hands over his face as he groaned in annoyance, "fuck - if you never do anything else just please listen now. A few minutes is all I'm asking for."

"Fine," you agreed quietly, crossing your arms over your chest as you quirked an eyebrow, "you've got five minutes."

"You weren't supposed to hear those things I said," he agreed with a heavy sigh, as you tried not to sniffle too loudly at his declaration, "because it wasn't true - not in the way you think."

"How...what-?"

"My turn to talk," he reminded you, "your turn to listen. That man I was with...he's not a good man, Dulzura. He's an informant, but that doesn't mean he has any honor or virtue. If he knew you were mine, or anything if the sort, he would have used that against me in a heartbeat. He's not a good man. And all I wanted to do was protect you. The only way I could think to do that was to make it seem like I didn't care - if you don't matter he won't think twice about you. If he knew even a fraction of how much you mean to me, you'd be his first target if the tables ever turned. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer."

"Javier…" at some point your mouth had dropped and your mind was reeling as you tried to figure out what was going on. Had you really jumped to the worst conclusion with knowing only half of the story? He leaned against the door-frame and let out a long sigh, "do you...really?"

"I just wanted to protect you," he confirmed with a small nod, "I didn't mean for you to hear it because none of it was true. Of all the times for you to walk into that shitty bar...amazing timing, Dulzura. I'm sorry you had to hear it, especially since none of it was true."

"Wait," you looked at him with wide eyes as your heart sank when you realized you'd been giving him the cold shoulder for no reason. You felt like a fool; you should have known better than just to give into your flighty emotions. You knew Javier - the real Javier. You should have known you could have trusted him - talked to him from the start. But...shit.

"I would have told you that already if you'd just let me talk and not run away every time you saw me," he admitted with a shrug, "maybe it wasn't the best way to say it but I just...I want to keep you safe. Always."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

And just like that, you threw your arms around his neck and pulled him close before crashing your lips onto his. He kissed you back without hesitation, his strong arms wrapping around your waist as he pulled you close. 

"What if someone sees?" you suddenly remembered between kisses as grinned at him. He shook his head and easily played it off.

"Doesn't matter," he insisted as he kissed you softly, this particular kiss filled with more longing and saccharine intensity, "I'll protect you. I'm sorry for how things seemed. I would never mean anything like that."

"I'm sorry for jumping to conclusions," you whispered softly, sneaking in a few more kisses, "I should have known better. I should have just come to you."

"Next time," he insisted as he gently touched your face, "Dulzura - you know how much I…"

"I know, Javier. Now I truly know," you grinned at him, "me too."

"Want to get out of here?"

"Sorry babe," you teased, "its girls night. I would not be opposed, however, if my two favorite partners happened to make a surprise appearance at the same bar…"

"See you soon," he grinned, "and then you're all mine."

"I'm counting on that."

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[ifmywishescametrue]

i don't know if you're still taking prompts (so please ignore this if you aren't) but i cant stop thinking about your recent buckytony fic (and how much i love breaking up and making up as a trope) - so i was wondering if you'd be up for doing smth else w that trope for buckytony?? maybe they re-unite at a mutual friend's wedding?? and it brings up emotions about their almost wedding?? idk i just really love breaking up and making up as a trope and i really love your writing :))

thank you!! I'm very much up for doing another buckytony break up/make up, plus you deserve nice things for finishing law school - congrats on that!🎉🎉hope you like this one 😊

There's a ring on Bucky's finger.

It's the first thing Tony notices when he walks into the bar for Natasha and Sharon's joint bachelorette party. He stands there in the doorway, frozen and staring until someone clears their throat pointedly behind him, and he mumbles an apology as he moves out of the way.

He thinks about turning around and not coming back, just ditching the event entirely and maybe even the wedding tomorrow, but he tosses the ridiculous thought the second it comes. He promised Sharon when she asked him to be her man of honor that he could handle Bucky being Nat's. Living on the other side of the country afforded him to miss the rest of the events and planning along the way, and he could deal with one day of being cordial to his ex, even if the day comes with walking down an aisle together.

But now there's a ring on Bucky's finger.

The silver catches the light, and it's on prominent display with his left hand wrapped around a beer bottle. It shouldn't be possible for him to have moved on that quickly. Eight months shouldn't be long enough to bury three years of memories. Three years of hopes and dreams and plans for a future built together. Years of love so blindingly intense that it burrowed into Tony's soul to make a home and refused to be evicted just because it was supposed to be over.

Tony wonders what the timeline is. Did he find someone new while Tony was still just beginning to pick up his own scattered pieces? A first date for him while Tony was barely getting out of bed. When was it that he replaced Tony as the last person to have his heart? And how did he find forever in someone else so soon after losing the one he used to call his soulmate?

Natasha notices him first, still hovering near the entrance, and she raises a single eyebrow that calls him a coward. He rolls his eyes at the accusation, though it's accurate. She elbows Sharon to catch her attention, and before he knows it the entire small group is turning their heads his way, giving him no choice but to join them.

It's less bachelorette party and more pre-wedding celebration with the crowd they've gathered, all mutual friends of both brides with no regards for gender traditions that usually come with this night. Tony used to fit in well with them all, back when gatherings like this were just a typical Friday night. But he made himself an outsider between the move to California and the breakup with Bucky. All he has now with most of them is a dead group chat that hasn't been used in months. He wonders which one of them made the new one without him in it.

Sharon is the first to pull him into a hug, then Natasha follows suit. He gets a nod from Sam, a wave from Clint, and what might pass as a smile from Steve. Bucky stares so intensely that Tony can feel his eyes with his back turned, but when Tony looks his way, he pretends to be interested in the floor.

He had a plan before the ring threw him off. Step one should have been the entrance. Head held high, shoulders square, perfect outfit that shows everything off and compliments the Malibu tan he has now. Step two should be nonchalance. A light hearted greeting to everyone, accompanied by an easy grin and relaxed body language, and catching up with subtle brags slipped in. Show them all that he's doing better than he ever was, sitting on top of the world these days, even if most of the time it feels like he's barely above rock bottom.

Step three in his ideal scenario involved Bucky breaking down and begging to get him back. Some versions even had him on his knees for it, with tears running down his face. Others required it to be raining outside, and the cloudless sky ruined that before the ring on Bucky's finger did.

With steps one and three out the window, he tries to salvage step two.

“Hey,” Tony starts, a little too loud. He swallows the lump in his throat and tries again, “Hey, Bucky. It's good to see you.”

Bucky nods, a strained, jerky motion. “Yeah, you too. How, uh, how have you been?”

“Good. Really good, actually. Company just had its highest sales quarter yet, so it’s been a little crazy around there, but good.”

“Good,” Bucky repeats, and there’s a long awkward pause.

“And what about you?” Tony asks, and then because he can’t help himself, he adds, “I see you got engaged. Or, hell, I guess it could be married, even.”

Bucky freezes with parted lips and wide eyes for the briefest of moments, like he wasn’t expecting Tony to know about it or bring it up, and his eyes shift to the ring on his hand and stay there.

“Yeah,” he says slowly. “Engaged. Last week.”

Tony ignores the ache in his chest and plasters on a smile like he’s happy for him. “Congratulations. Who’s the lucky guy?”

“Oh, you wouldn’t know him. Steve introduced us. They work together.”

“So he’s at the museum then? I thought you used to say that you hated all those stuffy guys and Steve was the only one worth knowing.”

Bucky smiles, a fond thing that widens the crack in Tony’s heart. “Yeah, well, I guess I was wrong. Felix is a great guy.”

Tony resists the urge to roll his eyes. Stupid name that probably matches a stupid, punchable face.

Some masochist thing pulls at him to make him keep digging for more information, a twisted need to know even as each word pushes the knife in deeper. He aims for casual, leaning back against one of the high top tables as he asks, “So how long have you been together?”

“Just a couple of months. Kind of fast, I know, but when you’re sure about something, it doesn’t really matter, right? Why waste time waiting?”

“Right, of course,” Tony says, a little flatter than he intends. “So why isn’t he here tonight? Hope it wasn’t to spare my feelings, because it’s really not necessary.”

Bucky falters, “It’s not? You, uh, you’re dating someone, then?”

Tony nods, and he wishes he had grabbed a drink before this so he could hide behind it as he lies through his teeth. “Only a few weeks, though. A little too early to be a wedding date, but I’m sure your guy will be there tomorrow right?”

“Oh, um, yeah, definitely. Why wouldn’t he be, right? There’s no reason I can think of,” Bucky says, stumbling around it. “But tell me more about your thing. Your person. How’s that going?”

Tony shrugs, and he finally pulls off that easy smile he’s been trying for. “Well, it’s not get engaged in a couple of months good, but it’s been really great. We’re taking it slow. Trying not to rush anything and just get to know each other first. I think it could really be something, though.”

“That’s good,” Bucky mumbles. “You deserve something good.”

He isn’t meeting Tony’s eyes anymore, almost like he’s upset that Tony moved on, and the vindictive part of Tony wants to be happy about it, but another part wants to be angry because it isn’t fair. It’s not fair to act like Tony should stay stuck in time, forever longing for him when he already moved on with someone else first. It’s hypocritical and selfish, even if Tony is lying about there being anyone else.

“Well, I’m gonna go get a drink,” Tony says, pushing down every feeling. “Should catch up with everyone else, too, while I’m at it. I’ll talk to you later.”

He heads over to the bar and isn’t surprised when Sharon joins him a moment later, right after he orders a double shot of whiskey. She puts an arm around his shoulder and asks, “Are you okay?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Tony laughs, running a hand through his hair. “My ex is engaged to somebody else and apparently doing really fucking well. Meanwhile, I’m making up fake boyfriends that I’m taking it slow with, because last week I went on my first real date in eight months and cried in the bathroom in the middle of it. And then, at the end of the night, he literally told me to my face that he didn’t think a second date was a good idea. We weren’t even talking about it, Sharon. He said it unprompted when we were still ten minutes from his apartment, and I was driving.”

Sharon nods slowly as she processes the rant. “He told you he got engaged?”

“Yeah, thanks for not telling me, by the way. It was really fun to get blindsided by it.”

She ignores the complaint to ask, “What else did he tell you, exactly?”

“Oh, just the whole line about how you know when you know, and Felix is such a great guy, and all that bullshit.”

“Felix,” Sharon repeats.

Tony knocks back the rest of his drink and orders another. “Please tell me he’s not better looking than me. Tell me it’s a downgrade. Don’t lie, because I know I have to meet him tomorrow, but please give me something that will make this better.”

“Well, I can guarantee he’s not as attractive as you. But he’s a little too perfect, you know? Like how could this guy possibly be real, he’s so unbelievably perfect,” Sharon says.

“I told you to make me feel better, not worse.”

Sharon shakes her head with a smile, the arm around him tightening into an approximation of hug. “I wouldn’t worry about it too much. I don’t think they’re going to last. He’s kind of flaky, too. Always cancelling at the last minute and all that. Bet he won’t even show tomorrow.”

The amusement on her face that she’s failing to hide confuses him. He’s starting to feel bad, though, for making the night about him when it should be about her and Nat.

Resolving not to dwell on it anymore, he squeezes the hand on his shoulder and says, “Alright, enough sad drinking, and definitely enough about me. We’re celebrating you and Nat and a lifetime of sickeningly wonderful happiness for both of you.”

Sharon grins, “Hell yeah, we are.”

“Shots?”

“Is that even a question?”

_____________

He wakes up with a headache and hazy memories. Shots of tequila that turned into shots of vodka when Nat got involved, then Clint’s terrible suggestion to try a shot of every liquor they had to offer. He vaguely remembers the round of toasts and drunken impromptu speeches from everyone, locking eyes with Bucky and failing to look away on both their parts. There’s a blur of wandering hands and heated, messy kisses. A bathroom stall turned into a cab ride which turned into his hotel room. He knows what he’ll find next to him when he opens his eyes, and guilt comes in full force.

“I know you’re awake,” Bucky says, voice still rough with sleep. It used to be Tony’s favorite sound in the world. “And I know we’re both sorry about what happened, but pretending to be asleep isn’t fixing nothin’.”

Tony shifts over to his back, and if there was any question before about what happened between them, the all too familiar ache in his body would answer it. He stares up at the ceiling to avoid the acres of bare skin on display next to him.

“You should probably leave,” Tony says to the walls. “I’m sure your fiancé is wondering where you are.”

“I doubt it.”

Tony puts an arm over his eyes, partly to block out the light that makes them ache and partly to hide his face. “Just go, okay? It was a mistake, and it won’t happen again, and we don’t have to talk about it.”

“Was it a mistake?” Bucky asks. “It didn’t feel like one to me.”

He doesn’t answer, and it’s soft and broken when Bucky says his name. Too much for him to handle.

Tony pushes back the blankets and searches for Bucky’s clothes in the mess they’ve made. He finds the shirt first and throws it at him. “You’re engaged, which means it was a mistake.”

His boxers are on the back of the couch, jeans right in front of the door, and they join the pile on Bucky’s lap. “You promised the rest of your life to somebody else, and I’m pretty sure fidelity is supposed to go with that.”

He tosses a shoe in the general direction of the bed, and it hits the nightstand with a loud thud. The second shoe is still in his hand when Bucky gets up and walks over to him, taking it and letting it drop to the floor.

His eyes hold a level of intensity that Tony has spent months dreaming about, and Tony couldn’t look away or move from this spot even if he tried.

“Felix isn’t real,” Bucky says. “I made him up when you asked, because I didn’t want to tell you the truth that I haven’t moved on in the slightest. That I’m so pathetic that I’ve spent the last eight months wearing an engagement ring that I bought for a guy who doesn’t love me anymore because I don’t know how to let him go.”

Tony stops breathing. “What?”

Bucky slides the ring from his finger, holding it between them so Tony can see the inscription. Always yours. He can’t remember the last time he heard the words get spoken.

“When?” Tony asks hoarsely. “When did you get that and why didn’t you ever ask me?”

“About a year ago,” Bucky says, slipping it back on his own finger. He sits back on the edge of the bed and stares down at it, twisting it around. “I thought about doing it on your birthday, but Nat and Sharon had just gotten engaged the week before and I didn’t want to take anything away from them. You were working a lot of late nights after that, and I thought it would be better to wait until things slowed down. You were so tired all the time, and you deserved a better proposal than when you’re falling asleep in the middle of dinner. It never slowed down, though. And then you got that big promotion and somehow we fell apart instead. If I’m honest, I still don’t really know how. One minute I’m getting ready to come with you, and the next you’re telling me not to bother.”

Tony sits down next to him, shoulders touching, and he pulls Bucky’s left hand into his. “You didn’t really want to go.”

“That’s not true,” Bucky says, but Tony shakes his head.

“All you talked about was how much you would miss New York. How much you’d miss your friends and your family and your job. Every day, everywhere we went. Even the fucking hot dog stands got sonnets about them. It really didn’t take a genius to figure out that you weren’t exactly looking forward to leaving.”

“I still would have gone for you,” Bucky argues. “I told you I would go anywhere with you, if it was what you wanted.”

“And then what? You move with me, and you’re miserable all the time, because my job never slows down so I’m still not around as much as you want, except now it’s compounded because you’re in a city that you hate with no one else that you know. You resent me for making you go, and the outcome is the same in the end either way.”

“Or I move with you, and I finally ask you to marry me like I’ve wanted to since almost the day we met. I find new friends and a new job, and even if it’s not perfect, it’s still worth it because at the end of the day I have a husband coming home to me.”

Tony runs his thumb over the ring and murmurs, “I wanted you to be happy. I didn’t think I could do that for you anymore.”

Bucky cups his cheek, tilting his head up to meet his eyes. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but baby, you’re an idiot.”

“Oh, thanks,” Tony laughs.

“You’re my idiot, if that helps.”

Tony smiles, still fragile but growing more hopeful. “Am I?”

“Always have been,” Bucky says. “Always will be if you stop assuming I’m going to leave you all the time. Let me decide for myself what I’m willing to sacrifice for us.”

Tony nods slowly, then says, “I’m sorry for ending it like that.”

“I’m sorry for making you feel like you had to.”

Tony climbs into his lap, circling his arms around his neck, and Bucky pulls him in closer with his hands on Tony’s hips. The ring is strange to feel against his skin, but also completely right. He wants it to stay there and to mean what it was always supposed to. Wants one of his own to match.

“We can fix it, right? We can be us again?”

“I don’t know,” Bucky says, and Tony’s heart sinks for just a moment. “Is your boyfriend as real as my fiancé?”

Tony laughs again in relief, “Yeah, they’d be a good pair.”

“I knew you had to be lying. You’ve never taken it slow in your life,” Bucky grins.

“Do you want me to start now?”

Bucky flips them over in one fluid motion, and he kisses up his throat as he murmurs, “Absolutely not.”

[hookingminor]

Congrats on 2k love 🥳🥳🥳 Could I get number 16 from list 4 wth Tyson Jost? 🥰

16. Over and over again, till it’s nothing but a senseless babble

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Tyson knew you were upset about not being able to go home for Thanksgiving despite your many efforts to try and convince him you were fine. Money was tight, especially with school and rent and other various expenses, so you decided to save up to go home for the holidays in December rather than try and make the trip twice. Tyson had offered to pay for your flights, but you wouldn’t allow it.

Thanksgiving wasn’t a holiday Tyson grew up celebrating, being Canadian and all, but he understood your sadness at not being able to see your family. Even if the holiday was problematic itself, it was an excuse for your family to gather and spend quality time together, watching football and gorging on pumpkin ciders and mashed potatoes.

You put on a brave face for him, though. You were sad, of course, but it was a few more days you got to spend with your boyfriend during his busy hockey season. So you chose to look on the bright side of things. A cozy few days in would have to suffice, and you could order some fancy takeout and still watch football though you’d miss the shouting voices of your parents and siblings whenever there was a bad call.

Tyson didn’t really understand football as well as you did, nor did he really care for the sport all that much, but he’d try his hardest for you.

It was only when your mother called the night before to check in with you that the sadness came back at full force. She called to catch up like normal, but with the chaos of your distant family members coming into town, the house was full of noise. Small kids shouted in the background, and a few of your cousins popped in the call to say hello and that they missed you.

Tyson wasn’t eavesdropping, per se, he was in the kitchen making sandwiches at the time, but he could see the deflation of your shoulders when you ended the call. He set a plate in front of you after you hung up, not wanting to intrude while you were talking to your family, and he swore he could see a slight sheen of tears in your eyes. He didn’t bring it up.

Instead, he concocted a plan in his head.

Everyone was busy with their own families, so Tyson sent you on a couple errands the next day. Black Friday deals seemed to only start earlier on Thursdays with each following year, so you didn’t mind doing some light shopping that afternoon before you and Tyson had a chill night in.

Meanwhile, Tyson did a week’s worth of grocery shopping in an hour. Normally, you didn’t let him grocery shop alone since he never knew what he needed until he’d racked up a near two-hundred dollar cart when all he wanted were a couple items to get through the week, but after much training (shopping with you), he picked up a few tricks. He spent all night googling staple Thanksgiving dishes and recipes he could make without much fuss.

He managed to get a ham, since you didn’t like turkey, a bag of potatoes and gravy mixes, ingredients to make stuffing, some yams, and various materials to make casseroles. And he bought a pre-made pumpkin pie since he didn’t think he had time to make one, and he really didn’t want to fuck up your favorite dish.

By the time you arrived back home with a couple bags in tow, you were slapped in the face with incredible smells coming from the kitchen. It was just before three in the afternoon, and you were immediately confused as to what Tyson could be making considering he almost never cooked.

“Tyson?” You asked, turning the corner to find your boyfriend hunched over the oven with an apron draped over his body. “What are you doing? I thought we were eating out tonight?”

“We were,” he said, standing back to his full height. The oven mitts on his hands complimented the apron well, and he looked so adorable standing there with a grin on his face. “But I thought we could have a Thanksgiving here since you couldn’t go back home.”

You took in the entire kitchen, noticing vegetables and seasonings all over the countertops, and a well of tears pooled in your eyes instantly. “You did all this for me?”

Tyson shucked off the mitts and took you into his arms. “Of course I did. You were really sad, and I don’t like seeing you sad.”

The soft look in his eyes almost made the tears spill out, but you couldn’t stop yourself from throwing your arms around his shoulders to lunge at him with your whole body. You tucked your face into his neck, letting a few tears fall in the process.

“I love you,” you mumbled into his shirt. “Seriously, I love you so much. I love you more than anything.”

One of his hands lifted to stroke the back of your neck. “Hey, I love you too.”

“No, like, I love you,” you repeated with more emphasis, pulling back to place a kiss on his cheek. “You’re the best boyfriend ever, I love you.” Kiss. “I love you.” Kiss. “I love you.” Kiss.

Your kisses landed sporadically on his face, hitting his cheeks and nose and jaw as the tickles sent Tyson into a fit of laughter and he tried to turn his head away to avoid your kissing attack.

“And I love you,” he said again. Halting your movements by holding your face in both of his hands. “Now come on, a couple of the guys are coming by later to help us eat all this, so you need to help me finish cooking.”

As if your heart couldn’t take any more niceties, it damn near bursted at his statement. He even invited people over so you wouldn’t have to celebrate alone.

You couldn’t help but plant one last sloppy kiss right on his lips this time. “I love you.”

[filmsmakkari]

Years | Shawn Hunter

Pairing- Shawn Hunter x Black!Reader

Warnings- Honestly just cringy writing cause I’m not that good. Especially towards the end.

Word Count- 1,757

𝐀𝐠𝐞 𝟕

You had been sitting alone at the swing set when a boy with blue eyes sat down in the swing next to you. You were both silent for a beat before he spoke up. “I like your hair.” You turned to him and smiled. Your hair was done up into two puffs, with your edges laid with a pink bandana tied like a bow on your head. “Thank you! I like your’s too!” And you did. You admired the way his brown locks framed his face. “Thanks,” he said before you fell back into silence. 

“I’m Y/F/N Y/L/N,” you looked at him again. 

“I’m Shawn Hunter.”

The two of you played together at the park for hours after that, begging to stay together when Shawn’s dad and your mom decided it was time to go home, and it was clear to everyone, even then, that you two were going to be the best of friends.

𝐀𝐠𝐞 𝟏𝟏

Shawn Hunter was completely and utterly in love with you and he wasn’t shy about it. The whole of the sixth grade knew about his plans to marry you, and he’d even just purchased a ring! 

You were grabbing a textbook out of your locker, and when you slammed the door shut and turned to the right, you saw none other than Shawn standing there. He was wearing a tuxedo with jeans and black shoes. His hair was slicked back and there was a rose in his jacket pocket. 

“Y/F/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, I’ve love you ever since I first met you that day at the swing set, and you make me the happiest boy- i mean man in the world,” Shawn fumbled his words. “So what I’m asking is,” he bent down on both knees “will you one day, possibly, consider marrying me?” 

You smiled at him. “Yes Shawn, I’ll one day, possibly, consider marrying you.” 

A bright smile crossed his face as he slid the ring made of wire tied around some sort of crystal on your finger. “Now stand up fool.” You chuckled and grabbed Shawn by his biceps, bringing him to his feet. 

Before either of you could say anything, an ecstatic Corey Matthews ran passed you screaming “she said yes!”, throwing rice as he went. You both stared as he ran back, saying “Congrats by the way,” and throwing some rice over your heads, before running off again.

You and Shawn turned to each other, soft smiles painting your faces. “Come on,” you grabbed his hand and pulled him along “we’re gonna be late.”

𝐀𝐠𝐞 𝟏𝟒

By this point you and Shawn had started showing more affection to each other. Your hand, on which you still wore the ring he gave you, was always in his, he kissed your forehead at some point every time he saw you, and every time you said goodbye to each other, he would wrap his arms around your waist (whilst your’s were secured around his neck) and spun you around in a tight hug.

You were walking to the park where you and Shawn had first met, his leather jacket that you’d stolen the previous day draped over your shoulders, two box braids hanging down from your half up ponytail, framing your face. As you approached the swing set, you saw Shawn sitting there, his eyebrows furrowed as if he was in deep thought.

“Where were you all day? Mr. Feeny was basically harassing me for your whereabouts,” you said, sitting on the swing next to him. 

“Eh, I just wasn’t feeling good.”

“Well Shawn are you okay?” concern laced your tone.

“It’s just, I don’t know, ever since my dad hit the road, I’ve been feeling like I’m not enough.”

“Not enough?”

“Yeah I don’t know, it’s stupid.” Shawn stood up, extending his arm to you. “Come on Y/N/N, I’ll walk you home.”

“Shawn!” You took his hand and stood. “If it’s got you so upset that you can’t even show up to school, it’s not stupid. Come on, you know you can talk to me about anything right?”

And so Shawn stayed and you talked. That was the first time Shawn had ever opened up to you about his insecurities- things you’d never known actually hurt him.

The night ended with him walking you home. You stopped at your doorstep, taking his jacket off and handing it to him saying “I really care about you Shawn, you know that right? And then you’ll always be more than enough for me?”

“Yeah peaches, I know.”

The two of you stared at each other for a moment, and it felt as if you were the only two people in the world. A quick flicker of Shawn’s eyes to your lips was all the motivation you needed to cup Shawn’s face and press your lips against his. You felt him tense up at first, but quickly relax, bringing his hands to your waist and pulling you closer to him. His lips molded so perfectly you almost felt as if you were meant to kiss each other. 

When you finally pulled away for air, you just stared at each other fondly. “Well goodnight Hunter.” You walked into your home and shut the door, leaving Shawn in a euphoric state of love. 

Shawn Hunter was love struck by you. No doubt about that.

𝐀𝐠𝐞 𝟏𝟖

You snapped a photo of the raging waterfall and the surrounding trees and moss covered rocks. Shawn was standing a few feet in front of you, his hands in his pockets as he admired the view before him. “You know something peaches?” Shawn turned to you and extending his arm out for you to take his hand. “What’s that Hunter?” you asked as you took his hand and rested your head on his shoulder.

“We should get married here,” he said softly and turned to you.

You looked up at him, eyebrows raised. “For real?” 

“What, you think I proposed for nothing?”

You feel him lightly tug the finger that was still clad with the ring he made you seven years before. It was in that moment you realized that Shawn truly intended to marry you one day.

“Okay Shawn, let’s get married here.”

𝐀𝐠𝐞 𝟐𝟐

“Now as I understand, you’e prepared your own vows?”

You nodded, the strands you left out of your twisted out bun swaying as you unfolded your vows. 

“Shawn Hunter, I think I knew I was in love with you in the seventh grade when you made Stacy drive you all the way to Pittsburgh just to pick me a bouquet of aromatic asters just because you knew I love them. It was at that point I realized you would move heaven and earth to make me happy. Even on your worst days you did your best to put a smile on for me. Your devotion towards me even before we started dating is something I promise to reciprocate for the rest of my days. To me, marriage was never particularly important growing up, but i means the world to me with you. I want to be your wife. I want to grow old with you. I want you to hold me in your arms every night. I promise I’ll never give up on you. I am completely, irrevocably in love with you Shawn Patrick Hunter.”

“I love you peach.” 

Shawn took a deep breath, and read, “Y/F/N, my whole life, I’ve felt like I’m not enough. If they don’t walk out on me, I push away people I love cause I doubt that I’m good enough for them. For twenty two years I’ve been trapped in this cycle of neglect, gaslighting, and self destruction. The only good thing I’ve ever had is you. When I’m with you, my whole world gets brighter. I’ve never once doubted that that I’m enough for you. Since we were seven years old, you’ve given me the love and care I’ve never gotten from anyone else- not even Cory makes me feel as loved and respected as you.”

“That’s me” said Cory, coming up to stand next to Shawn. “You ready for this Shawnie?” 

“Yeah Cor, I’m ready.” 

Cory returned to his place as Shawn continued. 

“So what I’m saying Y/F/N is that 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦. 𝘉𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭, 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶.” 

You released a soft sob at your fiancé’s words. 

“Do you, Y/F/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, take Shawn Patrick Hunter to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?” 

“I do.” 

Shawn beamed at you.

“And do you, Shawn Patrick Hunter take Y/F/N Y/M/N Y/L/N to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?”

Shawn squeezed your hand. 

“I do.”

“By the power invested in me, I pronounce you, husband and wife. You may kiss your bride.” 

Shawn wastes not time grabbing your waist and pulling you towards him and kissing you you passionately. As you separated, he whispered “𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶.” 

𝐀𝐠𝐞 𝟑𝟔

“So you and dad already knew you were getting married when you were my age?” Aaliyah, your thirteen year old daughter asked.

“Mhm,” you hummed as you pulled her curly hair into a puff on top of her head. “He proposed to me in the sixth grade with that ring,” you gestured to the wire ring on her finger. 

“You two should be a romance novel.”

“You know, I’m not opposed to that,” said Shawn, leaning against his child’s doorframe. “Your bus is outside kid.”

Aaliyah kissed your cheek and says “Bye mom!” before grabbing her backpack and letting Shawn kiss her forehead before going to get on her school bus. 

You started to walk towards Shawn as he said “You know,” he placed a gentle kiss on your lips “i can’t believe you girls are mine. I never thought I would be a husband or a father. Let alone a good one.”

“Shawn, you are the best father. Liyah reveres you, and going forward she’ll model herself after you. And I love you too, more than any words can explain.”

Shawn Hunter loved you. Shawn Hunter loved his daughter. Shawn Hunter was adored by you. Shawn Hunter was deified by his daughter. And it was more than he could ever ask for.

Authors Note- All the italic text are quotes from Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen.

Stacy is Shawn’s sister that was mentioned in one episode in season one.

Aromatic Asters are flowers we’re pretending only grow in Pitt.

This felt so much longer when I wrote it lmao.

[libraryofloveletters]

Misplaced Promises

Eddie Diaz x Sister!Reader

Warnings: sibling arguing, general protectiveness, a few swear words and that’s it I think ? 

Category: angst/fluff

Word Count: 3.6k

Author’s Note: This one mostly focuses how Eddie tries his best to keep promises he makes and be a good brother but he keeps fucking up. I also tried my best for this to follow a timeline and make it make sense with canon but idk, I made shit up go with it. // 

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14 years old // 19 years old. 

The 2 of you were 5 years apart but you were attached at the hip. Eddie was your big brother, the guy you looked up to the most, the person you went to when you didn’t know what to do. You had 2 sisters but what you and Eddie had was different. Sophia and Adriana were the two older ones, they stuck together and they included you but it wasn't the same. 

The day before Eddie announced that he enlisted, he had been quiet, shifty and weird all day. He avoided you at all costs. You needed him to look over a project for you - seeing that you ended up with the same English teacher he had in high school but he kept coming up with excuses as to why he couldn't help you. 

“Running to the store to pick up something for mom, I'll check when I get back” 

“Going to play some ball with the guys, remind me when I get back” 

“Gonna shower, I'll do it after” 

“Let me go see Shan for a bit, I'll check it when I come home” 

Excuse after excuse, he was up to something and knew you would be able to tell so he ignored you at all costs. The next morning at breakfast, he announced that he was enlisting, Shannon was at breakfast too and she didn’t seem shocked at all. 

Your father asked him why, your mother began crying and your sisters wished him good luck and hoped that he would be safe. You on the other hand, had your eyes glued to Shannon. 

“You knew?” your question directed straight at her. 

She nodded, “he told me last night” 

“Huh,” you scoff, getting up. “you told her before you told us ?” looking towards your brother. 

“y/n, don’t” his look pleading you not to start and you didn’t, simply walking away and going to your bedroom. You can hear bits of the conversation from your room, Eddie telling your parents that he’s only going to do one tour just until he finds what he really wants to do. 

It was a while before someone came looking for you and no surprise, it was Eddie. 

“Can I check the paper for you now?” he sticks his head in from the doorway, waiting for your answer- his way of hoping that you’d talk to him. 

“Sure” nodding toward the computer on the desk. Eddie made himself comfortable in the chair and began going over the paper. The keyboard clicking as he edited the paper and your sighing were the only sounds to be heard. 

Everyone had been dealing with the news differently. Your father had turned to whatever project he was building in the backyard, your mother had stepped out- probably to go to the store to get stuff to make one last proper meal for him before he left and your sisters seemed to be handling it well, you could hear them bickering in the hallway over who would get his room as they passed by. 

It’s not that they didn’t love him, they just had a different version of the world and of love. 

The whole family did.  

Sophia and Adriana were the first two, all the love and support of your parents was what they basked in. 

Eddie was the only boy, automatically gaining him an in as a mama’s boy and his father’s only son, someone to show off- he was their pride and joy. 

That left you, not that they loved you any less because they ‘love all their children the same’ but you never got the parental love and affection that your siblings did. Your parents were busy working and now that you were in high school and capable of looking after yourself, you saw them even less. Eddie had always been there, at the recitals, school concerts, whenever you learnt a new trick and was looking for someone to show, he was there. 

In some way, Eddie raised you more than your parents did. 

That’s why you couldn’t wrap your head around it. 

“Couldn't just find a job here like every other lost kid after high school ? You had to go sign up to get yourself killed?” sitting up, you look towards him. 

Eddie sighed, leaning back into the chair and looking at you. He looked sad, almost hurt. “I didn’t ‘sign up to get myself killed’” he tells you, “I can’t sit around watching Soph and Adriana get their lives together meanwhile I'm still living with mom and dad and I have no idea what to do” 

“So what? you take a little longer to get your life together, that’s not the end of the world.” 

“I’m supposed to know what I want to do, I've been out of high school for a year and a half. Most people have already moved out of their parents’ houses” 

“God you’re so stupid” you groan, falling back onto the bed.

“Excuse me?” he looks at you, obviously offended. You get up off the end, pacing the room for a moment, trying to gather your thoughts. 

“Just because you’re lost doesn't mean you sign up for the fricking army! Eddie, you could die” your voice breaks at the end of the sentence. Then and only then did Eddie really see how upset you were, you really thought he could die- yes there was that possibility but he knew that when he signed up. He gets up off the chair, you were now facing the window, not wanting him to see the tears that were forming. His hand resting gently on your shoulder. 

“I’m not gonna die” he whispers, pulling your shoulder towards him which caused you to turn. “You better not, I'll kill you” 

“But I'll be de-” “shut up” you give him a look, he chuckles and pulls you in for a hug. “I promise I'll come home, who else is going to keep you in check?” he teased which earned him a smack to the side, “more like who’s gonna keep you in check” you rebutted, a smile on your face now. Eddie kissed the top of your head, his cheek now resting atop of head - abuela’s words ringing in his head. 

“Don’t make promises you can't keep Edmundo” 

She had scolded him for promising to give his sister her candy back after he knew he was going to eat it (and he did, but that’s besides the point) 

He promised to come home but he didn’t know if he would. 

--

17 years old // 22 years old 

“We’re having a baby!” Eddie’s arm around Shannon as they announce the second piece of exciting news for that evening to the family.

Eddie had finally returned from his first tour with the announcement that he and Shannon were getting married all while they were expecting as well. Your parents were the first up to go congratulate the love birds, your sisters are next and you follow last. Hugging Shannon who was already beaming with happiness and then your brother who hugs you for a second longer than needed, whispering that he wants to talk to you afterwards. Humming, you step back and go to help your mother set up for dinner. 

The rest of the evening is spent talking about when the baby is arriving, the plans for the wedding and whatever other exciting things are happening for them at that moment. You tuned out about halfway through the conversation, only replying with the simplest answers to make it seem like you were actually listening. 

Your sisters, mother and Shannon were in the kitchen all gossiping and making plans for the wedding. A big church wedding, ‘do it right’ as your mother would say because ‘if you do it right the first time, you don’t need to do it again.’

The whole big wedding thing was a scam- a pile of bullshit that you wanted no part of. Don’t let that fool you, you were beyond happy for your brother, becoming a husband and a father- those were things the two of you used to joke about, thinking that it was such a long time from then yet here you are. 

The door slammed as it shut, Eddie sitting beside you on the porch. He set a bottle on the step beside you. You glance at the bottle and then at him, brows furrowed. 

“Thought you could use a drink after all the exciting news” he hums, taking a sip out of his own bottle. 

You let out a dry chuckle, taking a sip yourself. “Yeah, congrats dude. Husband and baby daddy in one go ? You got the guys around here beat” jokingly nudging him with your shoulder. Eddie laughs, “yeah.” the word kind of trailed off, there was more to the answer than he was letting on. 

“What's wrong ?” 

“Are you really happy for me ?” he turns to you, “I know you weren't exactly happy when I left, especially that I told Shannon first. I just.. you’re my little sister and it means so much that you’re on board with everything-” your hand rests on his. 

“You always were kind of an idiot huh?” you pat his hand, Eddie looking clearly offended again. “Of course I'm happy for you. You’re my brother and no matter how much we fight, there’s no way I wouldn't be there for you. Eddie, you’re going to be an amazing dad, you know that right ?” 

“Yeah ? You think so ?” 

“Mhm hm, know how I know?” 

“Do tell” 

“Because you raised me and I turned out just fine” you smiled and so did Eddie, shaking his head. 

--

23 years old // 28 years old 

Eddie’s place was covered in boxes, the fight with your parents was the last button to be pushed. He packed up the remnants of his life in El Paso and was on his way out to the door.  

Christopher was sitting on the couch, his favourite show on tv as you were packing up the last of the dishes in the kitchen. Eddie had just stepped back in after taking some boxes out to the truck. You leant against the counter, looking at him. He knew you weren't the biggest fan of his plan but you supported him nonetheless because that’s what siblings do. 

“What? Why do you keep staring ?” he snapped. 

“Jesus, who pissed in your coffee?” rolling your eyes at your brother.  

“Sorry, I'm just ready to get out of here” he tosses a few things into a box. There had been unspoken words between the two of you since he mentioned that he wanted to move. You didn’t say anything, just listened and helped pack boxes but all of that stops now. 

“Are you sure this is the smartest thing?” 

“What do you mean?” he stops what he was doing and turns his attention to you. 

“I know mom and dad were in the wrong for asking- telling you that Chris should move in with them, that’s bullshit. He’s not their kid, he’s your kid but why are you running Eddie ? You have family there besides them, Sophia and Adriana and me. I’m here Eddie, I've always been here, helping you with Chris since Shannon left.” 

“That’s exactly the point, Shannon left. She upped and left us y/n, left me to raise Chris by myself.” 

“So did you.” you tell him what you had been waiting to tell him since Christoper was a baby. 

“What the hell are you talking about?” the anger visible on his face. 

“You left. You upped and left Shannon when she needed you the most, she needed a partner that was here and not thousands of miles away. She just had a baby- your baby and you left her to go to the fucking desert! you risked your life for what ?! you had a family Eddie! You promised just one tour but you just had to go back, you had a family that needed you!” 

“Exactly! I had a family that needed me! That’s why I left, I had to provide for them.” 

“Don’t give me that shit. You wanna know why mom and dad walk all over you when it comes to raising Chris ? Because you left! You fucking left when the mother of your child, your wife and your child needed you! He needed a father and you left Eddie! Do you know what that does to a child?!” 

“Don’t tell me how to raise my child and you sure as hell don't get a say in where my marriage went wrong!” the two of you stood in the kitchen shouting at each other. 

The things you said were nothing but what you felt was the truth - he did leave Shannon after she had Chris, when she needed him to be there. You weren't siding with her but you weren't picking up for him either- someone had to let him straight and your parents would never dare say the things you would say to him. Although they didn’t like his approach to raising Christoper, they would never say that because Eddie was their son. They much rather half ass suggest things and beat around the bush than tell Eddie straight what they felt. 

The rest of the night was quiet, nothing left to be said between the two of you. Tucking Chris into bed one last time before they leave, you spend the night because you promised Chris you’d be there when they left. 

The morning comes and Eddie is quiet, no surprise there. Chris is attached to your hip and the 2 of you stood outside the house, saying goodbye. You crouch down in front of your nephew, “will you come visit?” he asks you sweetly, your heart breaks a little knowing that you won’t be visiting anytime soon but you put on a smile for him. “Of course, only if we stay up late and eat all the candy we can find” you tickle his side, earning a full belly laugh- your favourite sound. 

“I love you always, you know that right ?” you look up at the little boy who's nodding. “I love you” he smiles, his finger tapping your nose, yours comes up to mirror his action. 

“Okay, give me a big hug and you be good for your dad, he’s a good guy. He just bugs out sometimes” you hug Christoper, his arms wrapped around your neck as you pick him up, carrying him to the trunk. 

Eddie comes out just as you’re putting Chris in. He hands you the keys to the house as he checks to make sure Chris is buckled in properly. 

The two of you standing there awkwardly before Eddie mumbles bye and walks around the truck. Stepping back, you watch as they pull you, Christoper waving to you from the window. 

--

25 years old // 30 years old

El Paso had treated you well, growing up there and going to school but you needed a change now. Applying to teaching jobs all over the country, you hear back from two- one is Minnesota and one in LA but you couldn't handle the cold so LA it was. 

The staff at the school were sweet and welcoming, you had arrived just in time for the new school year. The woman at the front desk was asking you some standard questions when she came across your name on the form.

“Miss, is it l/n or Diaz for your last name ? You have both listed here” she looks to you for an answer. You stared at the paper in front of you- l/n was your mother’s last name and Diaz was your father’s. All your legal documents had Diaz on it but you weren’t sure if you wanted to go by it or not, maybe make something for yourself with the Diaz family name attached to you.

“Miss ?” She asked again, looking at you.

“Diaz. Y/n Diaz is fine” 

Classes start and you’re getting settled in nicely, there’s still some shuffling around in terms of students and you get a finalized class list at the end of the week. Not really looking over it, you set it on the desk until the next morning when you say hello to your new class.

You begin writing your name on the board as the children set in.  

Ms. Diaz in big bold letters. 

“Hey! We have the same last name!” a little boy calls out- voice almost identical to your Chris’ voice. 

Turning, there he was sitting n the middle of the class, your nephew Christopher - except no one knows he’s your nephew nor did he seem to remember that you were his aunt. 5 years without a phone call or a visit is a long time, you wouldn't be surprised if he doesn't remember you and he doesn’t. You treat him as you would treat the rest of your students. 

The end of the day rolls around, Chris is the last student waiting with you. It was getting a bit chilly so the two of you headed into the classroom. Christoper tells you about his dad- unknowing to him that Eddie is your brother and talks about how he’s a firefighter and all the cool things he got to do when he visited the station. 

A blonde man, tall and built in stature comes running into your classroom. “Chris! Buddy!” he heads over to the boy, giving him a hug. “Buck!” the boy smiles, returning the gesture. It was obvious that he knew Chris, the man noticed you watching them. 

“Hi, I'm Ms. Diaz, y/n. Christopher’s teacher” you introduce yourself. The man smiles, “I'm Buck, I work with Christopher’s dad” 

“He sent you to pick up Chris ?” 

“Oh no, he's parking, I just came in to find him because we didn’t see anyone outside. Sorry about that, work ran late” he apologizes. 

“No worries, Chris is a great kid. oh buddy, I was supposed to give you a sticker for your work today hold on” you leave Chris and Buck by the door as you go back to your desk, looking for a sticker sheet. When you returned, Eddie was there with Buck, both men had their backs turned to you. 

“Yeah! She has the same last name as us dad, there is she” the boy smiled, waving at you. “Ms. Diaz!” he shouts as you make your way over. You don't look at the men instead you step past them, crouching down in front of Chris showing him the sticker sheet. 

“Which one would you like?” showing him the sheet, Christopher picks out a little green star with a smiley face on it. Peeling it from the sheet, you stick it on his shirt. 

“Can dad and Buck have matching ones too ?” he asks sweetly and who were you to turn down such a cute face.

“Of course,” smiling at him, you stand and turn to Buck. “Can I ?” he nods, watching as you repeat the process and stick the green star to his shirt. 

When it comes Eddie’s turn, you can feel Buck’s eyes on you and you see him move to Eddie as well. As for Eddie himself, his eyes were wide, he hadn't spoken to you in almost 5 years and his parents refused to tell him anything other than ‘she’s fine’ when he asked. You didn’t ask him, you just stuck the sticker on him, on his forehead to be exact. 

Eddie pulled you in for a hug, a well needed yet weird one. Buck and Chris are whispering behind the two of you. 

“I’m sorry” Eddie whispers, his arms still around you. 

“I’m the one that said all that shit” you tell him, he shakes his head and lets you go. 

“You were right. I’m sorry. I know sorry isn't going to fix it but you’re here and I- I just wanna fix things. I miss my sister and I know Chris misses his aunt” 

“Yeah, you’re an ass but you’re still my brother. I guess it wouldn’t hurt to try” 

Buck goes “oh” behind you, you’re now standing beside Eddie- arms folded and brows furrowed, the same expression on both of you. 

“Yeah, I see it now” Buck mumbles, “I’m starving, what’s for dinner ?” he asks, him and Chris walking towards the door together.

 You and Eddie follow them out, “why don't you join us for dinner ?” Eddie turns to you, you give him a look. “I can’t crash your time with your boyfriend, y’all are probably-” “my what ?” once again, Eddie had a stupid look on his face. 

“So you’re telling me that wonderful human ball of joy isn't your boyfriend ?” looking at your brother, the stupid look still on his face. 

“No, why would you think that ?” hearing the genuine confusion in his voice, you laugh. 

“No reason, but if you’re not gonna date him, I might.” Giving your brother a smile, his head tilts and a look you know all too well on his face. 

“Don’t” his finger pointed at you, you were now biting back a laugh. 

“Hey Buck!” you shout, running towards him, Eddie running behind you and shouting for you to stop. 

Things were going to fall back into place pretty easily. 

-----

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[bakubabes-tatakae]

Request by anon:  2K special choice 4 #1 & 6 with Hashirama please 💜 I love the way you portray him! So cute & sweet ☺️ Congrats on 2K! You are an amazing writer & deserve it so much 🖤

Thank you so much nonny. 🥺❤ I hope you like it ! 😊

You Make It Worth It || Hashirama x fem!Reader

Event Masterlist | Tip Jar 📬

Warnings: fluff, fluff, fluff

Word Count: 900

It was rare that Hasirama ever took over a mission. It was rare that he left the safety of the village. Being Hokage had its perks when it came to being able to see your husband every day and not worrying about him not coming home when leaving the walls. 

So when he came home to tell you that he was going to be leaving you were beyond worried. You couldn’t remember the last time that Hashirama had left the village for a mission. 

You leaned against the counter, knowing that you only had one day before he left. You wanted to make the most of it, but the fear of him leaving was always looming over you. Hashirama entered from the hallway and stretched, yawning as he looked over at you. “Good morning, my angel.”

You looked up from the cup of coffee in your hands and smiled weakly in his direction. “Good morning.”

He noticed the look on your face and made his way to you, his arms outstretched as he reached you. “What’s the matter?”

You shrugged his question off and tried to change the subject. “It’s nice outside today.”

Hashirama had never been the type of man to give up when he really wanted something and this time was no different. “Don’t change the subject on me. What’s going on?”

A sigh filled the room as you prepared yourself for what you had to say to him. You knew that it was nothing that he hadn’t already heard, but you were afraid he’d be upset with you. “I’m still worried about tomorrow.”

Hashirama’s smile changed the aura in the room, his hands gripping your hips as he pulled you toward him. “Don’t worry about tomorrow, my love. You know that I can handle myself.” He chuckled slightly and pushed your hair behind your ear. “How many missions did you watch me go out on before I took the spot as Hokage.”

You closed your eyes tightly, trying to keep the tears from welling into your eyes. “That was different.” When you opened them again and looked at him the tears were there. “Being the Hokage puts a target on your back when you’re out there.”

“I have an amazing team, they’ll take care of me.” He tilted your chin up and placed a soft kiss to your lips. “It’s the same team I always had when I went out on missions before.”

Your words were shaky as you tried to plead with him again. “What if something were to happen to you tho? What about the village? What about us?” A lump in your throat formed as your thoughts ran wild. “I love you so much, please don’t go.”

Hashirama pulled your head to his chest and buried you into it, wrapping his arms around you and hugging you tightly. “I love you, too.” He ran his hands through your hair and gently kissed your forehead. “Can I tell you something?”

You lightly nodded your head against his chest, knowing that he would whether you told him it was okay or not.

You felt his grip tighten, he knew that what he was about to say was going to make your emotions run even more rampant, but he was also hopeful it would ease your nerves a little. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I’m so glad that you’re my wife.” He looked toward the ceiling and smiled to himself as he spoke. “I couldn’t imagine my life without you. When I’m out on this mission I’ll be sure to think about you every moment. You’ll be my main reason for coming back.”

Your voice was muffled as you choked out your words. “Hashi, stop. Please.”

He huffed and continued, ignoring your pleas for it to end. “You’re my reason to live. You’re the light of my life. I can’t wait until the day comes that we make our family a whole. Y/n, if there’s one thing that I know, it’s that I’ve never loved anyone the way that I love you. You make everyday worth living.”

You were now shaking gently against his chest as he held you in place. You hadn’t heard him like this since the two of you had met. He was more sappy than he had been on your wedding day. He released his grip on you and you peeked up at him. “You’re my reason to live, too, Hashi.”

“Now I’m going to leave for this mission tomorrow, and I promise that I’ll be back, but in the meantime I need you to hold down Konoha.” He took a deep breath. “You’re the Hokage’s wife. People are going to look at you while I’m gone.”

“I know they will.” Your heartbeat a little faster as you thought about the responsibility.

He reassured you as he noticed the difference in your demeanor again. “You’ll do amazing. Don’t you ever doubt that. You’re my wife after all.” He stepped back a little and held you out at arm's length. “Now let’s make the best of the day that we have. Does that sound good?”

You nodded and smiled at him, your worries now vanishing with his speech that he had given you. Your day would be a long and tough one emotion wise, but it was in his plans to make it as amazing as he could for you.

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[dreamkidddream]

congrats on 200!! :D

can you write #3 (the quote) for tanizaki (if it’s still free) ?? thanks!💗

I love me some Junichiro 🧡🧡 Reader is gender neutral!

TW: a little spicy/suggestive but nothing graphic or explicit is mentioned (honestly just think of like rated PG13 or something lmao), minor language

“How about a kiss?” with Junichiro!

“(Y/N) please don’t!”

“Hm, I don’t know Tanizaki. I think Naomi would want to hear about this.”

You almost felt bad for teasing your best friend/crush. Almost.

But when you discovered that he accidentally dropped Naomi’s piece of cake that she’s been raving about for the whole week, you saw this as the perfect opportunity to mess with him. You just knew that she would be pissed and ready to draw blood at whoever touched it (you knew as she threatened both you and her own brother), so seeing that Tanizaki was the one at fault had you both breathing a sigh of relief and plotting something downright devious.

“Wait (Y/N) don’t tell her! I can run and get her another one!”

“Don’t you think that she’ll notice? And that was the last one until they make some more tomorrow, and she’s planning on eating it today because it’s the weekend! Before you ask, there is no way in hell I’m taking the blame. Didn’t you see her eyes when she told us about the cake? She had flames in them, Zaki. Flames!”

“I’ll do anything, just don’t tell her!”

“Anything?”

Tanizaki was this close to begging you on his knees to not say a word to his beloved sister, when he saw that look appear across your face. The look that will lead to nowhere good, the look that dropped him even deeper into despair. He knew you long enough that that look was trouble.

He gulped.

He hated to see his sister upset, but was it about to be worth whatever you scheme you were planning? He asked himself that and already knew the answer.

Of course it’s worth it. If it means to keep a frown off of his sister’s face, then anything is worth it. Plus, he knew that you wouldn’t go overboard, you’re his best friend, one of the closest people to him (besides from Naomi of course), and someone that he is desperately in love with-

“How about a kiss?”

He nodded his head, all excited and relieved. Then he fully processed your words and nearly choked.

A kiss?! From him?! Is he dreaming? Is this all really happening? Now he’s not exactly a newbie when it comes to kissing, but with you, it’s different, he wants it to be different, because you’re different. He doesn’t think that he ever felt like this before with anyone but you (as cliche as it sounds, but it’s true!), so he doesn’t want to waste this opportunity on something silly like this...

“A-a k-kiss?! Really?”

“Mhm, I don’t see why not.”

But seeing the way that your eyes are shining with mischief and how you’re covering your mouth with your hand (are you laughing at him?!)...

It made something snap inside.

And this might his only chance to ever do this, and he will be damned if he misses it.

“Fine.”

You were too busy trying to gauge his reactions and not throw up your lunch to really understand what he said. “Huh?”

“I said fine! If that’s what it takes to keep Naomi happy and if it means I can finally kiss you then fine! I accept!”

“W-wait Tanizaki! I was just playing-“

He was getting too close for comfort, trapping you against the wall (is he kabedoning you?! Where did this confidence comes from?!), your arms paralyzed in the air, torn between keeping them at your sides or locking them behind his neck, bringing them in closer. “But that’s what you want, right? If that’s what it takes, then so be it.”

You really were just joking, somewhat. Of course you wanted to kiss him, his lips are on your mind at an alarming rate throughout the day, but you didn’t want to blackmail him into it. You would have never thought that he would actually agree to it! Is he really okay with this?!

“Tanizaki, you don’t have to do this seriously! I don’t want you to do anything you’re not okay with!”

“Oh but I am okay with this.”

“But-“

You didn’t have time to even think of what to say.

Tanizaki is kissing you. Your longtime crush, the guy that you’re deeply in love with, is kissing you.

And damn is he a good kisser.

You felt your eyes slide shut and your arms lock around his neck as he dropped his arms and wrapped them around your waist, bringing you closer and deepening the kiss. The time you spent imagining this moment was nothing like the real thing, this was much better. You started to doubt that he had this side to him, that he only reserved this type of intensity for whenever his sister when she’s threatened, but you were more than happy to be proven wrong. To be the one bringing this out of him has your head spinning.

You could even feel his tongue swiping at your bottom lip, his hand sliding lower-

Someone cleared their throat.

You both jumped away when you turned and saw Naomi standing in the doorway, eyes narrowed and face flushed, tapping her foot against the floor.

Shit.

Well, this is awkward.

The twins have shown how protective they are of each other, and you don’t think she’s okay with the fact that you’re making out with her older and only brother.

“O-oh hey Naomi”, you wanted to laugh when you heard his voice crack, but you kept it in after seeing her scowl. “What are you doing home s-so early?”

“They got done with the case early and said I was good to go”, she gritted through her teeth. “And I was ready to eat my cake but my appetite has been spoiled after seeing you shove your tongue down (Y/N)’s throat!”

Oh boy, this is really awkward. You didn’t even begin to know what to say. Your mouth just constantly opened and closed, gaping like a fish. But it seemed that you didn’t have to worry about it as she stomped away, huffing and puffing.

“Whatever! The only thing that’s saving you two from me is the fact that you finally confessed! Geez, I don’t have to keep hearing about ‘what if they don’t like me back’ or anymore of this lovestruck stuff. I gush over people too, but even you guys were giving me a headache with how pitiful you guys were.”

Okay, being read by her was not expected, but you guessed you deserved it, and on the plus side, it seemed that you weren’t alone in your romantic struggle and she accepted it!

“I’m going to hang out with Haruno, you lovebirds call me when you’re done. Just don’t do anything in the kitchen or in my room, and please use protection-“

“NAOMI-“

“Kidding, notreallybye~”

She shut the door before Tanizaki could protest anymore. The air was tense, until you couldn’t hold it anymore. You burst out laughing, while he just tried to ramble out an apology/excuse until he cracked a smile at you.

“Well, Zaki? Wanna pick up where we left off at? I surely do.”

“YES! I-I mean”, he cleared his throat. “Only if you’re okay with that. But I wouldn’t mind too.”

“Lead the way.”

He grabbed your hand and gently lead you to his room at a quick pace, eager just as you are to continue.

Bonus:

It still amazes you at how quick Junichiro can change, one minute being able to steal your breath away and the next gently caressing you while whispering how much he adores you. Life is great with Junichiro by your side, both as a best friend and even better as a lover.

You both almost dozed off until you heard the door slam back open again.

“Juni, are you home? You have to tell me everything with what happened with (Y/N), minus the explicit details of course- wait. Why is my slice of cake IN THE TRASH!”

Both of your eyes snapped open. You’ve guys been so...occupied that you forgot to take out the trash. Whoops.

“Oh dear big brother, count your days.”