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[erule]

Do I look like I care? | jj maybank

Pairing: JJ Maybank x fem!Kook!reader

Summary: you ask JJ to dance with you at the Midsummer, but things don’t go as planned.

Warnings: jealous!JJ, established relationship, fluff

Word count: 1.1K

A/N: hi! I loved 1x05, so here’s something about it. Hope you like it. Enjoy! x

JJ’s Masterlist

It’s a hot Sunday afternoon, you’re on your boat with JJ, who’s smoking with his sunglasses on. You were talking about the Midsummer dance, since you’re a Kook and your family wants you to go there. Topper offered to be your partner and you agreed, since your boyfriend, a Pogue, can’t participate. Still, you hoped that JJ would have said something about it, moved by jealousy perhaps or the desire to make you happy, but he just seemed unconcerned.

“So, you’re telling me that you’re not even a little bit jealous of Topper?”

He shrugs, breathing out some smoke.

“Do I look like I would be jealous of somebody like Topper?”

“You certainly look like somebody who wouldn’t come to the dance with me,” you reply, testily.

“Babe, you just have to tell me. One word and I do whatever you like. If you want me to be there, I’ll be there,” he says with a smile.

You’re suddenly suspicious: it’s true, JJ would always agree to do something with you, especially dangerous things, but this time it feels like a trap. You’re now sure he’s trying to hide his protectiveness towards you, so you try to push him over the edge.

“Are you sure, J? I mean, you should wear a suit, maybe even pretend to be a waiter to be there and dance with me, something that you don’t even like to do, in front of my parents and the other Kooks. It’s not really your cup of tea,” you say, observing every muscle of your boyfriend. He still seems really calm, but you see a jolt in his hand, while he’s putting out his cigarette. Oh, he’s so jealous. You got him!

“Do I look like I care?” He asks you with effrontery.

You shake your head.

“I think that you’re gonna handle it perfectly,” you answer, giving him a peck on the lips.

Tonight’s the night. You’re wearing your best dress, JJ sent you a text telling you that the plan is still in motion with John B. You’re a little bit nervous: you don’t like pushing JJ’s buttons, but this is important to you and you don’t want to be there with somebody who’s not your boyfriend. This is also the only way to have him there, since your parents don’t approve your relationship with him for obvious reasons. You just hope that they won’t see him or, at least, that they’ll just let him be. Speaking of your parents, they’re calling out your name right now.

Ten minutes later, you’re there with Topper, but you don’t see JJ nearby. You’re turning around too often, so Topper starts getting suspicious about it.

“Is everything okay? Is somebody following you or something?” He jokes.

“What?”

His voice is so irritating, you can’t believe that your parents would love to have him as your boyfriend instead of JJ.

“You’re acting weird, please stop,” he whispers to your ear, while smiling to the people in the room.

“And you’re acting like my father,” you say, then you leave his embrace and go away.

This is not going as planned: JJ is nowhere to be seen and your parents already look lost, because you just left Topper’s side. You breathe out, hoping that Sarah or Kie will appear soon next to you.

“Hey, I’m sorry about earlier,” you hear Topper’s voice behind you. You sigh.

“Topper, you’re a good guy, but…”

“I also forgot to mention that you look really beautiful, tonight,” he adds.

“And this is my time to interfere. Hi Topper, please leave my girl alone, she already has a boyfriend,” JJ says and when you turn around, you see him with some empty glasses on a tray.

“Who made you work here?” Topper asks, surprised.

“Do you work for the police?” JJ replies, shaking his head. “Come on, go away, she saved all of her dances just for me, so you can bore someone else”.

You burst out laughing and Topper mustn't like it, because he runs away livid with rage, probably to call Rafe and his other friends to kick JJ out, but you don't care: he's finally here. JJ leaves the silver plate so he can dance with you.

“You were jealous,” you say, while he’s holding your waist.

“No, I told you: I don’t care”.

“You’re such a liar,” you reply, a smirk on your face.

“Whatever,” he says.

Then he leans down to mutter these words in your ear: "But if you thought I wanted to be the only one to lay a hand on you, you were completely right."

Shivers get down your spine, when you hear his hoarse voice. You didn't even realize you closed your eyes. Now you just feel the heat of JJ's body against yours as you slow dance, the cool air rushing up your ankles. This could be the best moment of your life.

If it weren't for JJ who’s now pulling you away, because Rafe and Topper are chasing you. You run off to the beach, your parents yelling after you, while you laugh and feel free, taking off your heels for more comfort. He takes off his bow tie, throwing it behind him. Luckily your boat is nearby, so you two get on that and hide in the cabin, hoping that the others have not seen you, because you are protected by the darkness of the night. JJ’s still trying to catch his breath, while you’re chuckling.

“What?”

“I’m just thinking about Topper’s face when you appeared,” you answer and he laughs.

“He’s so irritating”.

“Right?”

“He never had a chance with you anyway,” JJ says.

You give him a sly look.

“Why? ‘Cause it’s always been you?”

“No, ‘cause you’re obviously better than him. You’re way out of my league too, honestly. Sometimes I even wonder why you’re with me. You’re better than everybody,” he answers and your heart melts.

You cup his face, your hands caressing his warm skin. His eyes are so blue, they seem the ocean and you’d like to swim into them. He’s holding his breath, as if he’s waiting for you to break up with him right here, right now. But you’re not gonna do that.

“You underestimate yourself, babe. I’m lucky to have you by my side, my knight in shining armor,” you say. “Also, you should put on these elegant clothes more often”.

“Oh, is it?” He asks, his lips on yours.

“Yeah,” you answer with a smile, before he kisses you. “Admit that you were jealous!”

“I was jealous, okay?” JJ squeals, exasperated. “Now let me kiss you!”

You knew it.

[parkerpeter24]

the loving game • epilogue

pairing ➳ frat!tom x reader (smau)

disclaimer ➳ i do not pose to be any of the people/characters stated in these series, these are just face claims made for storytelling and entertainment purposes and not meant to hurt anyone’s sentiments.

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[totheblood]

linger [part xi.]

a peter parker social media au

part xi. : (y) to the end

please read authors note before chapter*

summary: y/n stark is a new york socialite, going to school and having fun with her friends. what happens when her life is in danger and she doesn't even know? even worse, what will happen when she finds out the person sent to protect her was her new friend, peter parker?

warnings: cursing, mentions of drinking/drugs, mentions of s*x

a/n: this is the final chapter !!! im gonna cry frrr this was an experiment for me and i loved writing it, making characters and the support was amazing. there is a time jump in here, and i can always make extras for this series if need be but ahhhh, im content with the ending even tho i know people are going to hate it butttttt anyways.. read on

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[elliesguitarstrings]

Promises, Promises (Teaser)

Tom Holland x Reader

Masterlist

Summary: You and Tom were childhood best friends turned lovers, and he made a promise to be with you forever. But some promises are just meant to be broken.

Warnings: angst, language, some fluff (ribs by lorde energy)

A/N: i've been working on this fic for A WHILE and I'm almost finished with it! be prepared this is gonna be a long (and sad) one but i absolutely love it, so i decided to post a little teaser bc i’m so excited about it hehe

Flashbacks are in italics

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"I got the part! Holy shit I actually got the part!" Tom throws his computer across the bed in disbelief, almost hitting you.

"Wait, like THE part? Like Spiderman?" you question excitedly.

"YES!!! Check the Marvel Instagram right now!" he crawls over to you as you whip out your phone and quickly search up the account. You scan the page to see a post captioned, "Click the link in our bio to see who the new Spider-Man is!" You quickly find the link and impatiently wait for the page to load. And then you see it, boldface print and giant letters across your phone.

The new Marvel Cinematic Universe Spider-Man will be played by: TOM HOLLAND

"HOLY SHIT TOM! You're fucking Spiderman!" you tackle him with a hug, squeezing him so tightly that he has to fight for breath. "I'm so proud of you, I knew you were gonna do big things." you smile brightly.

"We have to go tell everyone else, come on!" Tom pulls you off of him, dragging you out of his bedroom and down the stairs to give his family the big news.

The rest of the Hollands were already together in the family room, and they immediately took notice of yours and Tom's excitement as the two of you are bounding down the stairs.

Out of breath, Tom sprints to the center of the room. "Attention everyone, I have an extremely important announcement to make!" He pauses for dramatic effect, his family waiting in anticipation. "I'M GONNA BE SPIDERMAN!"

This causes an outburst of cheers and applause from his parents and brothers, each one of them getting up to hug Tom and congratulate him on this huge achievement.

Paddy piped up, "How did you get the news? Did they call you or something?"

"Um, not exactly. They posted it on their Instagram and on the Marvel website as well, wanna see?" He turns to you, "Y/N, show them your phone!"

You pull out your phone and open the screen you were just looking at, showing the Hollands the Instagram post and article.

"No way, they're totally hacked." Harry remarks, earning disapproving looks from Nikki and Dom. "if you were really gonna be the next Spiderman, they would have called you."

Before Tom has the time to argue back, his phone rings, as if on cue. Tom pulls it out of his back pocket and nervously studies the number across the screen.

"Well, what are you waiting for div, answer it!" Sam chirps impatiently.

The rest of the room is silent while Tom listens intently to the person the other line. You can't make out what they are saying, but the eventual smile on Tom's face completely gives it away.

"Yes, thank you. Thank you so much for this opportunity," he holds while the other person talks again. "Yeah, I'll be in touch, definitely. Thank you again." Tom ends the call and lets out a sigh of relief. "That was fucking Kevin Feige! I got the part! I actually am gonna be the next Spiderman!"

You and the rest of his family cheered even louder than before, enveloping him in a giant group hug.

"I say we celebrate!" Nikki announces. "How about we go out for a nice dinner?"

Tom smiles, "If I'm honest mum, as nice as that would be, I'd rather just stay in and celebrate here tonight. I like your cooking better than any fancy restaurant anyways."

"Of course honey, I'll make your favorite. We can have a nice big family dinner, how does that sound?"

"Sounds perfect mum, thank you."

She dashes into the kitchen followed by Sam, the aspiring chef of the family, while Dom, Harry, and Paddy go to dress the table.

You take this as your cue to leave, seeing as you don't want to disrupt the rest of Tom's night with his family. "I guess I should get going then," you turn to Tom, hugging him once again. "Congratulations again, I'm so proud of you Tommy." you smile as you head to grab your things before you leave.

"Nonsense! You're staying for dinner too!" Tom stops you.

"Tom, I can't, you should spend this night celebrating with your family." you try to reason with him.

"But I want you here too!" he pouts.

"And you are family!" Nikki pipes in from the kitchen, earning nods of agreement from the rest of the family.

"See, everyone wants you here Y/N, please celebrate with us?" Tom cups your face.

"Are you sure? I really don't want to-"

Nikki cuts you off, piping in once again, "Y/N, I insist you stay for dinner with us. You've been a part of this family for so long, and you know that. So please stay and celebrate with us!" she smiles.

You giggle, "Well, I guess I can't say no to that." Tom smiles, giddily engulfing you in another hug.

After a long and delicious dinner, you and Tom now lay under the stars in the treehouse in his backyard. Dom had built it for you two when you were eight years old, and it's been your special place ever since then. Obviously, it has been upgraded and redecorated since then, now that you and Tom were both eighteen, but it still takes you back to the old days when you were just carefree little kids.

You cuddle into Tom's chest, looking up at the night sky through the small window in the roof of the treehouse. "I wish we could stay here forever," you whisper.

"Me too." Tom pulls you closer, kissing your forehead.

"I don't want things to change Tommy. We're graduating in two weeks, and then you leave for America to go film. I'm so proud of you and so excited for you because I know this is like, your dream, but I really don't know what I'm gonna do without you." A small tear rolls down your cheek which doesn't go unnoticed by Tom.

He wipes the tear off your face with his thumb, cupping your chin to make you face him. "Hey, hey, look at me. Things might be changing, but that doesn't mean we have to. I'm only gonna be gone for a few months, and then I'll be back. I love you so much, and a few hundred miles is never going to change that. I will never let anything come between us, ever, okay?"

You smile softly, "You promise?"

"I promise darling. It's you and me forever. I'm never letting you go. Never in a million years." he kisses you lovingly, and you swear you could just live in this moment for the rest of eternity with him, and only him.

That was six years ago. And what Tom said was true, everything did change. You just wish everything else he had said that night was true too.

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FULL FIC COMING SOON! i hope y'all are excited :)

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[laufein]

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[jawritter]

Jen’s Make Me Cry Masterlist

Sounds Of Someday by @erule

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Prompt: We were never friends

Burn  by @jensengirl83​

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Prompt: What will it take to make you stay?

Slow Motions by @anaelsbrunette​

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Prompt: You were my first, why can’t I be your last?

Not Yours by @msmarvelouswinchester​

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Prompt: I didn’t know it would hurt this much.

Lie To Me by @jensenswinchester​

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Prompt: We need to talk

Don’t Give Up by @unnuevosoltransformalarealidad​

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Prompt: I gave and gave all you did was take.

No, Not Today by @little-diable​

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Prompt: Stop answering my question with another question!

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Pairing: Demon!Dean x Reader / Dean Winchester x Reader

Prompt: I guess I should have been more like her.

Try By @thinkinghardhardlythinking​

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Prompt: You can’t just walk up and say that to me, and then walk away.

Is That All I Am To You by @supernatural-love14​

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Former Dean Winchester x Reader

Prompt: Is That all I am to you

I’m not clean by @kickingitwithkirk​

Pairing: Alpha!Sam Winchester x Omega!reader

Prompt: Grown men don’t cry

[gothamstodd]

Breathless: Part Four

Tom Holland x Reader

Word Count: 1.6k+

Summary: You needed to bring someone along to a wedding. Just to keep you from falling from your ex again and pretend to be your boyfriend, the normal wedding behavior, but had he always looked at you like that?

Warnings: Implied smut

Author’s Note- This is the last part! I am so grateful for everyone who has read this and left feedback, thank you thank you thank you!

Writing Tag (a masterlist will be made when I get a few more pieces written!) | Ask Box

Prologue | Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four |

Your eyes opened to muted sunlight streaming through unfamiliar sheer grey curtains. The blankets you were cocooned in were no less recognizable, but they were comfortable, so you pulled them closer to your body. You rolled over and smiled when you saw Tom, still asleep, next to you in the bed, but a sudden surge of anxiety filled your body and you tensed. What would your brother think? 

Would Tom help you explain things, or had he just had a few too many glasses of champagne the night before? If the latter was true, what would he think now that you'd soberly kissed him and slept with him and spent the night in his bed? You pushed the blankets off your body and rolled out of Tom’s bed to find yourself draped in his T-shirt.

“Shitshitshit…” You whispered under your breath, picking up your phone when you heard it go off. You were almost out of battery, but there was still enough power to see Harrison’s thirty plus texts and respond to them. The general theme of your brother’s texts was something along the lines of  ‘Y/N Osterfield where the hell are you???’. You responded telling him that you'd crashed on Tom’s couch and planned on leaving soon.

You frowned in distaste at your dress, which had become a puddle of fabric on Tom’s floor. You hated the idea of squeezing into the thing again, but picked it up anyway. Discarding the t-shirt you wore that belonged to Tom, you wriggled into the tight dress. You picked up your heels from the floor where you’d kicked them off the night before, but opted to wait until you’d left Tom’s apartment to put them on so that the sound of them clicking against the floor wouldn’t somehow wake him.

You took a last look at Tom sleeping peacefully beneath the covers, watching as his shirtless back rose and fell with each quiet snore that was muffled against the pillowcase. Making yourself tear your eyes away, you grabbed your phone and slipped out of the room.

“God, I’m such an idiot.” You groaned, trying to remain quiet. You could already imagine everything Harrison would say to you when you came home in your dress: “you mean he didn’t give you any clothes?”, “why didn’t he just drive you home after the reception?”, “I’ve slept on that couch, it’s not comfortable.”, “why is your hair so messed up?”.

The heels hung from your fingers and you were nearly out the door when your eyes caught on the small mirror that was hung up on the wall.

“Shit.” Your hair was worse than you thought, having clearly been fisted and pulled during heated kisses and sensual touches. “Shitshitshit!” A purplish mark adorned your neck. You slapped a hand over the hickey, wishing that when you took it away, the bruise would be gone. Your hand dropped back to your side, but the mark remained. Before you knew it, tears were rolling down your cheeks. You’d have no explanation for Harrison, nothing to say to Tom. You’d ruined it all. You’d already started breaking your own heart all over again.

“Come on.” You groaned, burying your head in your unoccupied hand. You just needed one thing to go right, one thing to go your way.

Without warning, the weight of the black high heels that hung from your fingers disappeared. Thinking you’d dropped them, you rushed to keep them from hitting the floor but they were nowhere in sight. Realizing what had happened, you turned around, not even attempting to conceal the look of dread on your face.

Tom stood in front of you, still shirtless, with your heels in his hand, the look on his face unreadable.

“I was going to be gone by now, I-” You tried to explain, “I just- Everything that shouldn’t have happened happened and I’m so sorry, and I’ll go now if you just-” You reached for the shoes, but he held them away from you. Confused, you drew your hand back and watched him set them down on the floor. Expression still blank, his hand fell gently on your wrist and began to pull you away from the door. You followed him reluctantly, unsure what else to do.

“Please say something.” You whispered hoarsely, listening to him yell into your face would’ve been better than the indecipherable silence you were caught in.

His hand fell from your wrist and hovered over your cheek, “Why are you crying?” He asked quietly. Barely touching your skin, he wiped away each tear that remained on your cheek.

“I-I didn’t know… what you’d say or what Harrison would say and what would happen between the two of you and what wou-would happen between the two of us, and I just ruined everything again-” Your voice cut off for a moment, a light gasp coming through your lips as your tears picked up, “I ruined everything like I always ruin everything, and I thought you and Harrison and me, y-you know, we- we were just c-constant and it was the one thing I couldn’t ruin and now here I am.”

Tom wrapped his arms around you, holding you close to his chest and shocking you into stiffness, “You didn’t ‘ruin’ anything.” You found yourself relaxing into his embrace, melting into the heat of his chest as each second passed. You buried your head in the crook of his neck, crying into his shoulder. “Everything’s gonna be fine, love.”

“Now,” He let you out of his arms, his hands still resting gently over your waist, keeping you from moving too far away. “How about you change out of that dress, and have breakfast here, and we can just… forget about everything else for a little while?”

His dazzling smile made it impossible to disagree. You didn’t consider the fact that you’d texted Harrison saying that you’d be home soon, or that you had work to do before Monday, or that you’d just been crying about the repercussions over a night spent with Tom, only to find yourself agreeing to spend the morning with him. Your head might’ve been whispering to walk out the door right then, but your heart’s incessant yelling was louder. You followed Tom back to his bedroom.

“So…” You finally said, sniffling as you both stepped through the doorway to his room. “What… what does this mean? What are we? What do we tell my brother?”

“What does this mean? I finally have grounds, and/or courage, to ask you on a date. What are we? I don’t know, depends on if you’ll go on a date with me. What do we tell your brother?” He shrugged, silent for a moment as he tossed you one of his larger t-shirts to put on. “As much as you want to tell him. I think at some point he should know that we had sex, whether that point is today or on his deathbed is your choice.” He turned and faced the wall as you began to pull down the zipper that ran down the side of your dress.

“Will… you go on a date with me?” He asked, voice high pitched with the nerves that were suddenly accompanying the fast flowing blood in his veins and filling his body with anticipation for your answer.

You thought for a moment, slipping the shirt over your head and already relishing the way it hung loose over your body instead of clinging to each imperfection. “Yes.” You finally said, having been considering and enjoying the prospect of going on a date with Tom since your freshman year of high school. “And I vote deathbed. You can turn around now.”

“Oh, did you want some shorts or something?”

“I’m good, thanks though.”

“I really wanna kiss you right now.”

“Why don’t you?”

Almost before you could finish daring him to do so, his lips were on yours, his hand in your hair, and his body slotted against your own.

“I know you just put on this shirt, but I really wouldn’t mind taking it off again.” Tom whispered, his mouth barely leaving yours to speak the words under his breath.

You hummed, “Not sure I’m ready for another round, yet.” You kissed him once more before taking a tiny step backward. He simply nodded, entranced by a simple strand of hair that had fallen into your face. Reaching up, he quickly pushed it behind your ear, his hand lingering on your cheek for a few seconds before dropping back to his side. 

You realized briefly: he had always looked at you like that.

“How about that breakfast then, yeah?” He asked, voice sounding far off as he stared into your eyes. You nodded. You took his hand and walked together to the kitchen. You loved the feeling of holding his hand. His calloused fingers intertwined with yours, arms swinging gently as you walked, just feeling connected- it just made you feel warm.

You hopped onto the counter and watched Tom as he pulled out a mixing bowl and a box of pancake mix. He couldn’t believe this was happening. You were at his apartment, wearing his shirt, sitting on his counter and watching him stir pancake batter. He’d just kissed you, he could let himself stare for minutes at a time at you, he could finally hold you. Too long he’d wanted to kiss you, hold you, tell you how beautiful you were, but refrained. Now though, now he finally could.

“You are so beautiful, Y/N.” He said. And you were. The way the sunlight was shining on your face, and the slight smile that stretched your lips, the way his t-shirt looked on your body, he was breathless.

Prologue | Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four |

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Nothing you can take | c.s.

Pairing: Coriolanus Snow x fem!reader

Summary: you and Sejanus make a bet involving you and Coriolanus, that you’ll have to become a couple in order to get some money from him, but everything changes when the two of you fall in love for each other for real.  

Warnings: fake dating AU, (kinda) enemies to lovers, bet to fall in love trope (if I can call it like that), sunshine x grumpy/black cat x golden retriever trope, light violence and mention of blood, romance, comedy (I think), (probably) slow burn, fluff, angst

Word count: every chapter of the series will have a different amount of words 

A/N: hi! Here we go with my first Coriolanus story!! I don’t know if Coriolanus is OOC here, because I watched the movie like one month ago and I still have to read the book, but I did my best to make him similar to the character I saw. Anyway this is a fanfiction, so please don’t be mad at me if he’ll be, I’ll probably need him to be for the storyline. I apologize to the people in the tags, because I’m really late with the upload, but I’ve been really busy in the past few weeks. Anyway, I hope you like it. Enjoy! X 

Tag list: @meeksity, @mxacegrey, @astess, @jasmineee05. 

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Prologue – Don’t fall in love with me 

“Coriolanus Snow? Are you sure?”

“Yeah. What’s the matter, Y/N? You think you can’t make him fall in love with you?” Sejanus asks with a grin. 

“Oh no, I was just thinking about the amount of money you’re gonna give me when I’ll win”.

“Don’t, he’s not easy”.

“A challenge, uh? Even better!” You exclaim. “Now excuse me, but I have to go. Before your last drink, watch me sing and put under my spell mister Coriolanus Snow”.

“Careful, Y/N. You don’t wan’t to fall in love, right? People say he’s got a very cute pair of blue eyes”.

“I prefer the color green as my money, Sejanus. Prepare to lose”.

“I think you don’t know what’s coming for you, Y/N”.

You run to the stage, your place in the world, where you can finally give free scope to your passion: singing. Singing has always made you feel free, but tonight, perhaps due to the tension of the challenge, you feel a constriction in your chest. You and a little tipsy Sejanus have agreed on a bet against Coriolanus, but you have a better idea to win: you will tell him everything immediately, in order to pretend to be together for a while, so Sejanus will pay you and you will split the money with Coriolanus. No one will be fooled in the end, right? And then everyone knows that he needs that money too, so he certainly won't suffer from it. While you taste the victory on the tip of your tongue, the words escape your mouth. You apologize to the audience and your gaze falls right on Coriolanus, who isn't paying you the slightest attention, while he's drinking a beer on the sidelines, his Peacekeeper uniform making his eyes as blue as the tide stand out. Sure, Sejanus was right, but that doesn't change anything: a pair of light eyes isn't enough to make you fall in love.

Coriolanus Snow goes to the Academy, he dresses well, but that doesn't mean he's rich, far from it. You, on the other hand, were kicked out of the Academy because you didn't like their behavior, which is why Sejanus is your best friend. You always had the feeling that Coriolanus liked to follow the rules, but in reality he probably preferred to have control, power or money more than a conscience. That's why he's never been kicked out and you've never particularly bonded. It's not that you're greedy, no, it's just that you need money for your family and if a stupid bet can get it easily, then you will do anything to earn it, since the pub doesn't pay you enough for your fantastic shows. And anyway, Coriolanus is certainly an attractive guy, which isn't a bad thing.

“This song is dedicated to all the handsome blue-eyed boys here,” you announce, then grin, while some of your fellow soldiers make fun of Coriolanus and he finally notices your presence. “This song is called Nothing you can take from me and I dedicate it to my old school friend, Coriolanus Snow. Come say hello to me later, Coryo!” You exclaim with a wink and notice his gaze shift to you. For a second, just one, you feel a shiver run down your spine. You would never have believed that playing with fire could make you feel so cold.

Your song makes everyone present dance, everyone except him obviously, who continues to stare at you coldly, without smiling or saying a word, like a marble statue and this almost scares you. It also happened at the Academy, but there you didn't pay attention to it, also because there was no need to win his attention, but here there is a lot of money at stake and you need it desperately.

You descend onto the stage with a feline leap, you leave your guitar aside, while a roar of applause and compliments accompanies you behind the scenes, hoping that Coriolanus will follow you. The door closes behind you, but when you turn around, no one is there. Well, no big deal, it means you'll go look for it later or tomorrow at the latest, there's no rush anyway. But you feel observed and this sensation worries you a lot: it's as if you have someone behind your back.

"Well?"

You turn around, surprised that he's there. Up close he's taller than you remember and you can see his blonde hair well, even though it's shaved. His arms are crossed as he looks you up and down, but without eyeballing you, just a look of pure curiosity painted on his face. So why do you feel like a hunted animal?

“Coryo”.

"Do not call me that. You asked me to come here, right? You asked for my attention in front of everyone. I'm here now. What, the cat got your tongue?” He asks you, a crooked smile somewhere between amused and mischievous that gives a sinister light to his face. He has enough charm to seem like the Devil.

“Don't get any illusions, it's just a game”.

“I don't like playing and you don't like winning, as far as I know.”

“Those games are abominable and I think you know it too, since you're here, right?” You ask him. His smile fades and inside you rejoice, because you know you've hit the mark.

“Speak quickly, Y/N, the rooster crows early in the morning.”

“I have a proposition for you,” you tell him, getting dangerously close to him. He doesn't take a step back, but you see him on guard, almost as if he expects to be stabbed at any moment. “I bet Sejanus that I would make you fall in love with me,” you reveal to him and he smiles wickedly. “I only did it because he promised me money in return and my family needs it. I'm telling you this because I think we could pretend to be together for a while so he'll think we're really in love. In the end, I will split the money with you, since you need it as much as I do,” you explain to him.

For a moment, he observes you, perhaps because he is trying to understand whether you are sincere or not, then he nods, his face serious.

“You know, maybe I was wrong about you: you like winning as much as I do.”

“I wouldn't play if it wasn't for a serious reason. We both know that Sejanus pays and well."

“But he's your friend, right? I wonder why he is doing all this."

“Maybe he's just bored.”

“Perhaps,” Coriolanus repeats, thoughtfully. “Anyway, Tigris must never know. I only ask for this in return,” he says and you offer him your hand.

"Deal".

“And try not to fall in love with me, Y/N. Unlike many others, I don't like playing. You wouldn't survive."

“There's no danger, Coriolanus,” you say, shaking his hand.

Now you feel less sure: why do you feel like you've just sealed a pact with the Devil?

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the loving game • pt. 5

pairing ➳ frat!tom x reader (smau)

disclaimer ➳ i do not pose to be any of the people/characters stated in these series, these are just face claims made for storytelling and entertainment purposes and not meant to hurt anyone’s sentiments.

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Ghost from your past | jj maybank

Pairing: JJ Maybank x fem!reader

Summary: you were in a relationship with JJ before something very huge happened, but you don’t remember anything. When you come back after a while, you fall in love with him again.

Warnings: memory loss trope, mention of a car accident and injuries, mention of people being half naked but they’re not ever really naked, fluff, angst, sexual tension (no smut/implied smut)

Word count: 4.5K

A/N: hi! I just finished s3 and I needed to write something about JJ. And let me tell you, that after a lot of months of being away, it felt good! Hope you like it. Enjoy! x

It's the longing. It's the constant thinking about her that hurts you. It's that feeling of envy you get when you watch John B kiss Sarah and feel ashamed, because you should be happy for your best friend. It's the desire to go back to when it was just you, her and John B lying on your sofa, the one on the porch, on summer evenings when your father was at the pub and they kept you company. You pointed to a star and said it had a certain name, then Y/N asked if it was true and John B laughed because he knew you were lying, even if with conviction. Then, in that little space between John B falling asleep and your father staggering up the street from the pub, you could play a bit of a jerk with her. Now you regret it: you could have kissed her, instead of always talking. What's the point of telling yourself that you have certain feelings, if you don't even have the time to show them? Many things had happened in one year and now you seem to have forgotten them all, one by one. They were clouded by your head, so you don't have to go over them, always one by one.

It's the longing. It's in the stare you give to some random girls on the street, the ones that look like her. But they're never her. Not because they're different people, just because they can't be her. Her parents made her leave. You don't blame them, they took the right decision for her. Getting her away from this place was probably the best thing to do after what happened. Snatching it right out of your hands, somehow causing you to bleed out, that was the worst part, but again, you're adamant that they did it right. If you had enough money, you probably would have left too. Indeed, for sure. You would have brought John B with you to look for her. Sure, maybe the others too, since after all they had known her. Sarah would have liked her too, especially since she too had abandoned the comfortable Kook life to be with you. She had tried to get you into hers, but you just couldn't live with her, with her parents, to wear those clean and elegant clothes. She was part of you, but those clothes didn't belong to your personality. So she shook her head that day, gave you a curled-lip smile and said, "You're such an idiot, JJ Maybank, to give up this rich life just for your stupid morals". Then you shrugged your shoulders, took her in your arms and answered her: "What can I say? I'm a romantic, I love danger too much to be able to live without it". And she had laughed. Nothing had made sense since that laugh. You realized that living without her wasn't an option anymore, so you gave in, after years of you and her hanging around, after she made her feelings for you clear, after you yelled at her that you weren't a someone you could build something with because you only knew how to destroy everything you touched. You kissed her. You fell into her web or maybe you just gave in to your own feelings.

And then, well, sure, you're not wrong, are you, JJ? You had destroyed the only beautiful thing that life had wanted to give you.

You pass in front of her house as always. Usually her parents have dinner in the kitchen and you see the lights on, but tonight it's all off. You don't pay too much attention to it, because it has happened on other days for some special occasion, like her mother's birthday or their anniversary. You wonder if she still hears from them, wherever she is. Wherever you would like to be too.

You walk down the street with your hands buried in your pockets, staring at your dusty, time-worn shoes. Since today would be her birthday, you've decided to wear the good clothes, the ones her family gave you. Your family who, incidentally, have always subtly hated you, but you only came to know about it at the end. “Last Day” isn't the last day you saw her, as you spied her getting on the plane as she left, but it's the one you spoke to her parents about the last time. Instinctively, your fingers touch the ring you wear around your neck, hanging from a silver chain that she gave you. Sometimes you wish you could afford to buy that plane ticket just so you could see her, even if it would hurt your heart.

When you arrive at the beach bonfire, you immediately notice John B and Pope chatting with a couple of red glasses in their hands. Sarah and Kiara are probably refilling their glasses somewhere, but you can't see them around. You raise a hand in greeting, then approach them. A little further are Rafe and Topper with their other Kook friends staying laughing and joking amiably, but to you they just look despicable as usual.

“JJ!” A voice behind you calls you. You turn around and see Kiara greeting you, Sarah next to her and another girl next to her who threatens to run into you.

"Damn, sorry!" She says to you, risking to slip, but you hold her by offering her your arms to hold on, while the content that was just before her in her glass soils your shirt.

You think her voice sounded strangely familiar, while in a room of your mind you're screaming because she ruined your new clothes. You're about to tell her, just to be polite, that you don't mind, especially since she's friends with Kiara and Sarah, but your voice dies in your throat when you look up. She's still staring at your chest, you don't know why, but you're looking at her.

It's not possible. You tell yourself it's not possible at all, because it's a small island and there are at least three people having a birthday today, not just her, but the party must be for her. So why didn't the others tell you? Why did John B arrange for you to meet her, unprepared? You repeat to yourself that it's not possible, because she was studying elsewhere, she was no longer part of this place, this place that stole everything from her: you, her memory, almost her life. Oh no, it hurts too much to look into her eyes right now, as she smiles at you and says something you don't understand, while she doesn't even recognize you. Maybe this hurts you more than anything else.

"What is your name? Come by my house later, I'll wash your clothes. I'm so sorry, really! I'm Y/N, the birthday girl,” she says, her words bursting out of her mouth and confusing you even more.

John B comes up beside you quickly, he puts a hand on your shoulder and tells Y/N your name is JJ. Your name is JJ and you're still in love with her: these are the only certainties you have.

“Are you sure you haven't met before? Did you fight? JJ looks like he just saw a ghost!” Sarah jokes, but Kiara's shocked expression supports her thesis. "Y/N, you told me you didn't even know who it was".

"But it is so! I don't know any of you guys, sorry. I went to school with Topper and Rafe. And then I would remember a guy like that,” Y/N lets slip.

"As well as?" John B asks, grinning.

Y/N swallows, embarrassed.

"Well, cute".

At that point, something inside you awakens and you wear the careless mask on your face again. You kiss the back of her hand, then wink.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N. You've already risked falling at my feet, I'd say you've been clear about your feelings for me,” you joke, but those words are like a stab in the center of your chest.

She raises an eyebrow, but she's smiling.

“Cheeky and likable – a great combination, I would say”.

“Y/N, there you are! Stop wasting time with these Pogues and come talk to us again,” Rafe says, putting his arm around your shoulders and you begin to feel a flame leap from within.

“Isn't it among the duties of a birthday girl to talk to all the guests? It would be rude to leave now,” you say and Rafe glares at you.

“He's right,” Kiara snaps in quickly and Pope, who has just arrived, nods, even though he probably doesn't even know what you're talking about.

“See you later, Rafe,” you say then, walking with the others.

You stay behind with Kiara and Sarah to ask them how they met her, but John B yanks you through another door.

“JJ, I didn't know she was back, I swear!” He whispers and you sigh.

"Yeah, well, me neither! I nearly had a heart attack when I saw her".

“I noticed,” John B. chuckles. “What are you going to do now?”

“I won't tell her anything, John B. Hopefully, she'll be alone for the summer and then she'll be back where she came from. Trust me, it's better for her to know nothing".

“JJ, you're my best friend and I'm tired of watching you suffer. I think she would like to know that you were her boyfriend."

“I screwed her up with one of my usual stupid plans. I don't think she would want to know that, instead,” you retort. John B sighs.

"As you like".

You all gather near a rock, a few meters from the sea, managing to hear the roar of the waves loud and clear in your ears. You used to love hearing Y/N's voice, but then you forgot it and now you can't even remember what timbre it had.

“What is that thing she has around his neck?” You hear her ask Kiara and she laughs.

“That necklace? It's a gift from his ex, an older girl he was with a while ago."

"Really? JJ, you never told me about this!” Sarah exclaims. "I wish I'd known her."

You give her a perfunctory smile as you pretend to accidentally slip your elbow in the ribs of John B, who is laughing.

“John B always says he looks like a widower because of that ring around his neck,” adds Pope.

“John B is not nice at all, I don't even know why I'm friends with him,” you say, narrowing your eyes. "Anyway, we were together for a year, then it ended badly and now I've been single for a year."

“Would you like to apply?” John B asks and you glare at him.

“I don't think I've started off on the right foot,” Y/N says, nodding at your clothes.

“Oh, these? Forget it, I don't need it anyway,” you say and start undoing the buttons of your shirt.

“JJ, what are you doing?” Kiara asks, surprised.

“I'm going to take a bath,” you answer simply. You take off your shoes, then your pants and finally your shirt. The necklace stays with you, though: you never leave that one. It would be like leaving her.

You throw yourself into the sea and you finally feel free. The others follow suit, even Y/N. Once upon a time you would have hugged her and said: "Don't worry, I'll protect you from sea urchins" and she would have laughed, so you could have filled your ears with her laughter, but now you're not allowed to.

You still remember the escalators, when you went down them in reverse as you watched her approach the airport gate. You stopped on a step and climbed it until you were out of sight of her, hoping you never hit the ground. But then you got there on land and you had to let her go. John B told you you shouldn't have made that sacrifice, but you thought you'd do anything for her.

“Come to my house, later,” you hear her voice in your ear and shivers run up your back, even run down your spine. You turn around, a little intrigued and a little confused. “It's not a date, I just want to wash your clothes that I soiled you. My parents are still at the restaurant where we celebrated my birthday. I'll clean it up for you and then you go home, I promise,” she smiles at you and for a moment her gaze is so genuine you think she recognizes you, but a moment after you say yes, she's already walking up to Sarah.

You would have liked a different ending, it's true, but even just seeing her again makes you recover some oxygen and you're too selfish to be able to give up on her again.

“What did she tell you?” John B asks you.

“You know John B, curiosity killed the cat,” you say, before jokingly shoving him head underwater, ears muffled and a lump in his throat. If he knew you felt like this all the time since she's been gone, maybe he'd help but tease you so much, even though you know he does it because he loves you.

You enter Y/N's house barefoot, your shirt undone around your waist and your sand-stained shoes in your hands. You are fearful, because Y/N's parents weren't very kind to you last time, indeed not at all, and it scares you to enter here, as if you could see them jumping on you from the walls at any moment. You look around warily, noting that this house has remained the same since you left, giving up everything. A part he still curses himself for it, but it was for the best given what happened next. What probably would have happened anyway.

You get to the bathroom, start undressing again, but seeing Y/N turn around to give you your space makes you laugh heartily.

“You just saw me half naked, there's nothing you haven't seen by now,” you say and Y/N shakes a hand, still turned, as if to say no, he won't turn.

“It's not the same: before it was like you were in a swimsuit, now you would be in underwear. I don't want to be inappropriate."

“Y/N, only your integrity is inappropriate here. You can also look at me,” you say.

Look at me, always look at me.

“There are some of my father's clothes on the washing machine, put them on; then when you're done you tell me and I start the washing machine. I'm going to go change for a while too,” Y/N replies, heading into her room.

She changes you quickly, always afraid that her parents will come and find you half naked with their daughter, then put your clothes in the washing machine. You leave the bathroom, walk down the corridor and stop in front of her half-closed door. You start to knock, just to let her know you've changed, but you stop when you see her trying to undo the dress by herself through the looking glass. You would like to help her, but you freeze on the spot: you didn't know how much you missed being able to touch her until now, as if it were a primordial need you forgot about and which has only now surfaced. You swallow a ton of saliva while you see her undo the zipper, then you turn abruptly: it would be inappropriate to look at her now and you giggle thinking about the words she used just now.

Y/N comes out of the room in pajamas a minute later and smiles to see her father's clothes fit loose on you. She then throws her clothes into the washing machine and starts it off.

“Are you sure we have enough time before your parents get back?”

“No, but just in case you'll hide in the closet,” she replies.

"You're joking, aren't you?"

She bites her lip, a gleam of amusement in her eyes.

"Maybe not".

But you don't have to lock yourself in the closet at the end, because the two hours pass quietly and smoothly. You chatted with her like in the old days, savoring every word, every minute together, every time you could touch her hand or shoulder without apologizing.

You change quickly, again, then greet her at the back door, lest her parents might see you through the front door. You look at her thinking that you still have at least three months to be next to her, which is still more than you ever thought you could, but it seems to have wasted too much time already.

“Hey, JJ,” she says and you turn to face her.

"Yes?"

“Your face has looked familiar to me all evening. Are you sure we've never seen each other before?"

You swallow slowly, pondering whether it might not be better to confess the whole truth at this point, but then you pull back again.

"No. Trust me, I would remember you".

She smiles at you, head cocked to one side.

"Careful, your girlfriend might be jealous".

You slowly approach her, who remains motionless staring at you, almost frightened, so you raise your palms in surrender. You see her shoulders relax, then you leave a kiss on her cheek, her lips lingering on her skin that still tastes like salt.

"Then we might as well give her something to really be jealous about, don't you think?" You tell her with a grin, then say goodbye for real and walk away.

***

It's been two months. You've laughed with her, joked with her, talked to her, but she still doesn't seem to remember anything about you. Doctors said it could happen, but her memory has not returned. At this point, according to John B, it is better to create new memories and you agree. It would be so much better if she didn't come back to her house in a month and even better if you weren't aware that her parents hate you, but that's okay, she's here, so everything looks better anyway. Her parents know she's seeing you again, you saw their contemptuous looks at the door when you picked her up the other night, but they haven't said anything. But you know it, oh if you know it! You know they would like to see you disappear from her life forever. If only you weren't so in love with her, you already would have.

“JJ, hey, what are you thinking about?” She asks you and you come back to reality.

“The fact that the Big Dipper is clearly visible in the sky tonight,” you lie and she immediately looks at the place your finger is pointing.

"But you are sure? I do not see it!" She exclaims and you laugh. "You're a liar!"

She jostles you playfully, so you hug her and keep laughing until you notice her father looking at you from the window. You immediately move away from her, your hands in your pockets and your eyes fixed on your shoes. She notices your sudden change right away and turns to see her father staring at you.

“JJ…”

"No, don't tell him anything, it's fine."

“No, that's not good! We weren't doing anything wrong,” you retort. "Besides, I don't understand why you always defend them."

You can't tell her. You can't tell her about how they threatened you during "The Last Day", you can't tell her about the flowers you had to throw away running down the stairs, you can't tell her that when you think about it, your left cheekbone still hurts, what it was hurt against the window of the Twinkie when you braked hard. You can't do this to her.

"They…"

“If you feed me one more of your lies, JJ, I swear I…”

“Y/N, come home,” your father says, at the doorway.

She looks at you as if she's begging you to fight, to tell her she has to stay with you, but you remain silent. And yet, a part of you is happy, because she finally recognizes that look in your eyes, the look of longing, as if it were a mirror of yours.

Maybe there is still hope and you think about this as you walk away.

You're mentally going over your shopping list as you fill the inflatable pool with water when Y/N arrives. She's carrying a blanket, a couple of bags and she’s wearing a bathing suit.

"What are you doing here?" you ask her. "Did we have a date, by any chance?"

“First you flirt with me,” she begins, leaving the blanket on the floor, “then you defend my parents,” she continues, leaving everything else too, “and in the end you think you can get away with disappearing for a whole day? No, now we're going to settle this once and for all".

You raise an eyebrow as you reach over to open the envelopes: a few beers, some water, plenty of food, and a couple of shirts his father's size. She practically did the shopping for you!

“Did you rob a supermarket, by any chance?”

“No, just my house. I want to help you, JJ. I know things are bad for you and you live alone, Sarah told me. It's not true that your father works abroad: he's gone,” you say. You look at her with sadness mixed with anger, because you know that now he will start feeling pity for you, new ones and it was the last thing you wanted. “I'm really sorry and I don't want you to feel embarrassed about me, but I can't help but help you if I can. I would do it with anyone, you know."

“What did you want to talk to me about?” You ask, changing the subject. She notices it, but she doesn't flinch.

Grab a beer, then enter the small pool and she does the same shortly after. She stares intently into your eyes, as if she’s deciding how to introduce the topic.

“You're burning my retinas, Y/N. What is happening?"

Y/N blows the air out, then puts the beer on the grass.

“I never asked you anything, JJ, because it didn't feel right. Before we weren't even friends, then the line got thinner and thinner and my mind got clouded, because my feelings for you have changed. I would like to understand what we are, but I don't want to scare you, although maybe now I have, because I'm a person who talks too much,” she says, ruffling her hair. "Sorry, I just wanted to ask what happened with that girl, because every time I lean in to kiss you, it seems to me that you're thinking about her".

For a moment, her words catch you off guard, then you compose yourself. If she noticed it in two months, maybe everyone else noticed it in a year too. Maybe even her parents.

"When did you try to kiss me?" You ask, throat dry and voice hoarse.

"You really never noticed?" She asks, chuckling. “Every time I've gotten this close to you,” she replies, walking the short distance to you in the pool where she's practically on her knees due to how small it is. Her lips seem to exhale the last breath that chokes in the middle of her throat, while her nose brushes yours. Your heart is beating like a pneumatic hammer in your chest, it seems to you that your ribcage could burst at any moment, while her hand goes up your arm, up to your neck, up to your jaw, cheek, chin. Every fiber of your body cries out for just one kiss to die in from her, but she doesn't touch you, not where you want to.

“What are we doing?” You ask, but your voice begs her to cancel that distance, to surrender to you, so you can avoid saying that it's all your fault, for once.

“You tell me,” she replies. “I do what you want”.

You swallow, tense.

“Oh, to Hell with it!” You exclaim and drag her with you to Hell.

You kiss her passionately, your hands all over her body, but then stop on the back of her neck, as you deepen your knowledge of her, as if you didn't know who she was, as if you didn't know that seeing her leave broke your heart and that it he'll do it again, even if he doesn't want to, as if I don't know every inch of his body or soul. It's a fire that's finally burning inside you now, after keeping it at bay for far too long.

And then you hug her. You hold her close to you, her lips pressed into the crook of her neck and you feel her trembling in your arms. You only realize you're strangely wet on her shoulder when she lets out a sob.

“What happened to me?” She asks you and it's like taking a cold shower in the middle of winter.

“So you know,” you say, but yours seems more like a question.

“You have a scar on your cheekbone. Sarah told me you got it while falling and I would have believed it, except I have one too, on her forearm, but I don't remember how I got it,” she confesses. You shake your head, as if begging her not to ask you to do this, not to ask you to hurt her on purpose. But she continues: “I'm the older girl, aren't I JJ? I have the ring in the jewelry box in my room. My parents won't tell me the truth, but I need to know: why did we break up? Did we have an accident? What happened?"

You sigh, then stroke her arm. You don't want to tell her the truth, but you have to: now it's time to know.

“We had an accident. I was driving the Twinkie and you were sitting next to me. We ended up in the hospital, you woke up after me. I was bringing you flowers for your awakening, but your parents intercepted me before I could enter your room, before you even actually opened your eyes. Your mother told me to get out of your life,” you say and see her contrite expression on her face. “So when the doctors said you didn't remember anything from senior year, I jumped at the chance and ran. But they were right, Y/N, I had to leave you alone. I wanted to do it now too, but I was selfish. But I promise you that when you get back there, I won't..."

“I'm not going back there,” she cuts you off abruptly, with pride in her eyes. "JJ, I remember you."

You shake your head, confused.

"What?"

“Memories came back a while ago, but I needed to know about my parents, so I didn't tell you anything. I’m sorry. I remembered everything when you said you saw the Big Dipper,” he says, smiling.

You run a hand over his face, not even knowing what to feel. You should be relieved, yet you feel scared.

“What will happen now?” You ask.

She takes your necklace in her hands, playing with the ring.

“You're no longer a widower, JJ,” she says and you smile at her, feeling her throat choke with her tears.

"And your parents?"

“They'll get over it. Besides, what can I do if I fell at your feet?”

You burst out laughing, then you kissed her again.

“Do you remember what you told me the day of the accident?” She asks you.

“That I loved you,” you reply and she nods.

“This memory I can see as clearly as I see you now. It's not over until it's over."

You stroke her cheek, then hug her again, happy in the knowledge that it's not the last time this time.

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CORIOLANUS SNOW MASTERLIST

Series

Nothing you can take

Prologue; chapter 1

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High school heartbreaker | s.h.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x reader

Summary: You were in love with Steve when you were in high school together, but he didn’t know about that. Now you meet him by chance at college and you wonder if things could change.

Warnings: kinda rom-com with some clichés probably, unrequited love, A LOT of angst, fluff, mention of nose bleeding, mention of smoking, language, jealous!Steve, mutual pining in the end, happy ending, Robin, Eddie

Word count: 3K

A/N: hi! I wrote this based on a true experience, except for the fact that this ends well. Steve is my favourite character in Stranger Things and he was beyond perfect for this story. Feedback is always appreciated by a writer! Hope y’all like it. Enjoy! x

First day of college and you’re terrified.

Why? Well, let’s start from the beginning, shall we?

So, three months ago, you said goodbye to your school, then to your friends, then again to your best friend (who was supposed to go to college with you, before she betrayed you to follow the “cool guys”) and, last but not least, your high school crush. He was the first person you met on the bus on your first day of school, then he became your friend, but even if the two of you were never really close, somehow your heart managed to fall in love with him. The issue with that? He was in love with someone else. Of course. He dated Nancy Wheeler and you were just the friend that sometimes comforted him during their fights. You were important. So, the last day of school, you hugged him and said: “To new adventures, Steve. Maybe we’ll meet again in the future” and he just smirked at you. It was the moment you knew that he never loved you.

Anyway, now you’re on your own again after all of these years, while Steve’s probably far away with Nancy, having the time of his life. That’s how being a teenager should look like, right? Society tells it every day, but it doesn’t happen to everybody. You can also be alone and succeed, but it doesn’t mean that you’re lonely.

You finally arrive at class. The professor still has to come along, but people are already saying that he’s annoying. How great. You wonder what they’re thinking, while they’re talking with their friends. It seems like you’re the only one without one, as usual. High school was a lot of things, but at least you had your best friend to go through everything. Now it’s different. College can be scary, but you just have to breathe. So you take a deep breath, eyes closed, for three seconds. When you open your eyes, you see that the professor is entering into the room so you turn to your right in order to take your block notes.

“Hey,” somebody says and when you look up your heart begins to race faster than ever, while your brain still has to process who just spoke.

No way.

“What? The cat ate your tongue?”

Your eyes grow wide, but fortunately the professor ask for some silence to begin the lesson.

“Steve?”

He gives you a smile.

“The one and only”.

And this, this feeling of being on fire, is exactly how you know that your crush on somebody has never gone away.

You’re in the bathroom, door closed. This is not something that was supposed to happen today! How can he be at your college? Studying the same things as you? This has to be a nightmare. Does it mean that there’s also Nancy around the corner? No, this is going to become really painful really fast. You thought that you had already being punished enough, when you were forced to see him with Nancy every damn day for the last three years at school, but it seems that you weren’t.

You see a pair of shoes under the door and you gulp. Nancy?

“Hey, are you okay? You seemed pale when you arrived,” somebody says.

You’re so relieved that it’s not Nancy, that you open the door and hit the girl. She yells something, when you see that her nose is bleeding.

“Oh no, I’m so sorry! Here, take a napkin,” you say, but she shakes her head.

“Don’t worry, it’s not painful as when I saw my best friend wear a sailor’s uniform for work,” she said, but you just looked at her, confused. “Anyway, I hope that you’re okay”.

“Me? You’re literally bleeding!”

“It’s nothing. Some jokes on my friend and I’m gonna feel better instantly. You’ll see. Come with me, you should meet him,” she says, while looking at her nose in the mirror. Now it seems better.

“Okay, thanks. This day feels like a nightmare to me already,” you say. She furrows her eyebrows.

“Yeah? Why?”

“I don’t know anybody, except for my high school crush, who wasn’t supposed to be here anyway,” you confess her and now you feel relieved, somehow. Talking about it makes it seem more stupid and less of a problem.

“High school crushes are the worst, trust me, I have a lot of experience in this topic. But tell me more! Did you date them?”

“No, he was dating somebody else the whole time. It was exhausting,” you say, then you look at her and you wonder if you saw her in high school too. “What’s your name, again?”

“I didn’t tell you. I’m Robin!” She exclaims, before you stop in front of her friend, who’s smoking a cigarette with some guys outside the college. “What about you?”

You freeze.

“Robin?”

“Yeah. What happened? Are you okay?”

You swallow some air, when you look in front of you, only to see him winking at you.

“Is that your friend?” You ask her, pointing at him.

“Yeah! How do you know that?”

Fuck.  

“I’m…”

Absolutely screwed.  

“Y/N!” Steve says, while walking over you.

“Wait, you’re Y/N? The Y/N?” Robin asks and now you’re more confused than ever.

“How do you know me?”

“Y/N, apparently you met Robin. Robin, this is Y/N, we used to take the bus together. I don’t know if you had ever saw her with me in high school”.

“We weren’t really close in high school, Steve…” You say, feeling a burden over your chest.

“But I saw you,” Robin say, while observing your face. You probably look guilty, right now. Maybe she knew that you liked him, but she has now the confirmation of it.

“We used to take the bus together, that’s all,” you repeated.

“You know, I recall the once you asked me if we were friends and I told you no, but three months ago, when you said goodbye to me, I thought that we totally were. Things change, Y/N”.

Not everything, no. Not your love for him.

“It’s weird, because you used not to know a lot of things about me. You probably don’t even remember what I told you that day,” you say, but your heart knows that you’re lying, because you secretly hopes that he does. That he noticed you.

He shakes his head.

But sadly, you’re never wrong.

“I don’t. Was it important?” He asks you, while he lights up another cigarette.

Robin’s looking at you, but you pray that she can’t see your heart breaking into your eyes. It’s just water, after all. But before that, it’s glass in your eyes. Two pieces of glass that you hold with every strength you have in yourself.

“No, it wasn’t,” you say, with a smile. That fake smile made you survive high school with him.

Then, you apologize to them, but you’re “really busy”, so you “have to go” as far as possible away from this horrible situation. You run to your house, feeling too overwhelmed by everything to think straight, to say hi to your parents, to even breathe.

You were sure that he knew that you liked him more than as a friend in high school. You didn’t expect him to care, you didn’t even want him to acknowledge it with you, but that was enough. He crossed the line, when he tried to be charming again, even if he had a girlfriend. When he winked at you, as he did every damn day in high school. When he tried to be funny with you. You just want some peace.

Two weeks after that, though, you find yourself following Steve again as in high school. You wonder if things can change now, if you can be friends with him like you’d be with another guy, but when you see him winking at you while you’re staring at him smoking, your heart tells you the answer: No. But you try to be that anyway, because you love the way he makes you laugh while you’re trying to study or his dumb jokes about the professors. He always seems so full of self-confidence, he could light up a whole room. Your eyes are always on him as if he was the sun. Too stunning not to look at him. Too stunning to burn your eyes.

“It’s a matter of fact, Y/N: I’m the best at it and you know that”.

“At picking horrible movies? Yeah, I agree with that,” you chuckle.

“I literally work here, Y/N, you’re ruining everything with the clients! Come on, choose something cool for tonight,” he says.

“Footloose is off the list, Steve, don’t give me the puppy eyes,” you reply, while taking Back to the Future.

“Marty McFly? Really?”

“Oh, you know my type: sarcastic, sweet and reckless,” you joke, but the look he gives you is very much eloquent, alongside his crooked smile. Your cheeks are made of Hell’s fire, right now.

“Sounds almost as awesome as me, baby,” he says, but even if his tone is ironic, you doubt that he’s trying to flirt with you, because for a moment it seemed like that.

But you are probably wrong.

***

It has been a month since that day. Robin didn’t say anything to you about Steve, but you know that she understood what’s going on. Luckily, she’s a good friend. You have grown closer to them, but also with another guy, Eddie. He likes playing D&D, rock music and he makes a lot of jokes. He’s really funny, but every time you see Steve, your heart aches in your chest. That’s why you’re thinking about going to another college. You’re sick of feeling that way and the exams are getting closer and closer. Eddie said that he could come with you, since he doesn’t have any friends anyway.

You’re trying to study in your room, when you hear a knock. You turn around, only to see Steve waving at you. He seems to feel the coldness of the air, because it’s raining outside. You open the window, so he can come in.

“There’s the front door for this, Steve,” you say.

“Usually, you say hi to people before you scold them,” he jokes, but you don’t laugh.

“I’m not in the mood. What do you want?”

“Why are you not in the mood?”

“Is there anybody else you can annoy? Robin? Nancy?” You ask, but he glances at you because of the irritated way you said the last name.

“Nancy and I broke up,” he say. Time freezes all around you. You finally look at him, at his face and you gulp. He’s still handsome as he was in high school and this is tearing you apart. It’s incredible how much power he still has over you. He never treated you right before, but you thought to see something that others couldn’t that you loved: his vulnerability, his kindness and his tormented soul. Being the king is amazing, but wearing the crown could feel like a burden, sometimes. And well, you can feel lonely under it. “This Summer, actually”.

You swallow.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know what to say…”

“Don’t be. Now ask my question: why are you not in the mood?”

You shrug.

“It’s nothing, really”.

“Y/N, talk to me,” he says and the way his gaze caresses your shape makes he seem hopeless.

You sigh.

“I’m thinking about moving away,” you say. He doesn’t move a muscle, but the light of your lamp is drawing some scribbles into his eyes.

You wonder if he despise your idea, but before he can say anything, your phone begins to buzz. He notices it and when he sees who’s calling you, he clenches his jaw.

“Don’t answer that,” he orders.

“What? Steve, it’s Eddie”.

“We’re in the middle of something, Y/N”.

“It can wait”.

“No, it can’t!” He exclaims and you flinch. He breathes out, then he puts his hands on his hips. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I just… Oh, come on! Just give me some attention, for once”.

“For once?” You ask him. Eddie stopped calling. “I gave you three years of my life, Steve! I’m still doing it”.

“I know,” he says, without pride. You feel a knot in your throat, now.

“You’ve been knowing it all along, right?”

“No…”

“You made fun of me!”

“No, Y/N…” “You loved to be a heartbreaker at high school, didn’t you? Well, you fucking broke my heart, Steve! I hope that you’re happy with it”.

“I didn’t know!” He shouts. You look at him in disbelief. It’s not possible. You thought that he noticed that three years ago, that he knew everything by now… Did you just confess it to him? “If you’d just let me explain… Oh, for the love of… Robin told me, okay? Robin told me that today. She said that I had to stop you, that I was the only one that could. Our college is the best one and you deserve the best. So I asked her why I was the only one to make you change your mind and she said… You know what she said,” he says, without looking at you, but you want him to tell it. To tell what you’re not brave enough to say out loud.

“I don’t”.

He looks at you and you see that his eyes are glossy as yours. It seems almost too painful for him than to you. He’s praying you with a gaze not to say that, but you’re firm. It’s the closest thing you can ask him to say to you to an “I love you”.

“That you’re in love with me,” he says and a sob escapes from your lips. “You’ve been cruel to yourself, Y/N”.

“No, that’s exactly what I deserve to be in love with someone selfish and egocentric like you”.

“I’m not like that anymore, Y/N. Let me prove it,” he says. “Please.”

“I’m not falling for your lies again, Steve. Now get out”.

“I’m gonna leave college!” He blurts out and you freeze again.

“What?”

“So you don’t have to do it”.

“You’re being insane, Steve. Go to bed,” you say, then you take his wrist in order to kick him out, but his skin is burning. He squeezes your hand.

“I remember,” he says. “And I didn’t answer. I’ve been regretting that moment since you walked out the school. I didn’t know what to say”.

“Steve, it’s okay, it’s not that important…”

“No, it is. It is for you. You said: Maybe we’ll meet again. And I didn’t care, because Nancy was about to break up with me and I was losing my throne. And you were just a stop along the ride,” he says and your heart aches for that. “But I was wrong. You’ve been my friend when everybody else was pretending to be one. You loved me even if I didn’t treat you right. You comforted me when I fought with Nance, because you saw me. And you walked past my flaws, every fucking time. I used to think that the worst thing I did in high school was losing Nancy, but now I think that breaking your heart was. I regret not telling you that I imagined that you liked me, because maybe I would have known you better and I would have felt what I feel now for you”.

You feel overwhelmed by his last sentence. It’s what you have always desired to hear from his mouth, what you have always wished for at every birthday of yours, yet it feels just sad now. Perhaps, it’s too late.

“What do you mean?”

“I’m jealous,” he says and you see in the way he flexes his muscles that it costs him an enormous amount of strength to pronounce these words. “Of Eddie. And I know that I have no right to say this, but I am. He was the first one to know about your decision, while I was the cause of it. It broke my heart”.

“Now you know the feeling,” you say, with a smile.

“I guess so. Y/N, please, don’t go. We deserve a chance”.

You look at his hand, that is still on yours and something in your lungs stops working. It’s like you’re out of breath. The emptiness can’t be filled by air, because that has always been his place to be. Not in your heart, but in your lungs, to be oxygen for you to keep walking. To keep living.

“You’re not entitled to be jealous, but neither was I at the time and yet, I was. So I get the feeling, Steve, but I don’t want to be just a replacement of Nancy for you, because I’ve been waiting for this moment for years. You don’t know how painful it is to love somebody who doesn’t want you. And I’ve wanted you for so much time, Steve, so much time…”

“I know, Y/N, but you have to trust me: I see you right now. I see you, standing in front of me and I think that you’re beautiful. And too smart to date somebody like me, but still, I’m praying that you do it anyway,” he says, with a genuine smile on his face and you feel a sense of warmth into your chest.

“You should stop talking and start kissing me, right now,” you reply and so, he does it.

It’s an explosion in your stomach. It’s a dream that comes true when you’ve lost all of your hopes. It has come the day that you’ve finally felt like everything is in its place: his lips on yours, for example. The rain on the leaves in your garden. The heart in your chest that doesn’t hurt anymore.

He finally fixed what he broke a long time ago.

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Fake marriage, real feelings | s.s.

Pairing: Stephen Strange x fem!Avenger!reader

Summary: you and Stephen have to pretend to be married for a mission, but what can happen if you find out that you have real feelings for each other?

Warnings: fake dating trope, fluff, romantic, mutual pining, language, Tony is alive and being a bit of an asshole in this story (but I love him!), Multiverse is real, Christine got married (so kinda spoilers from the MOM trailer I guess), all the Avengers are alive and well here, reader is a ball of sunshine, but also spoilers from Multiverse of Madness!!, the reader feels like she’s not enough but SHE IS, angst

Word count: more than 3.5K

A/N: hi! I watched MOM some days ago and I wanted to express my love for Stephen with a fluffy fic. I even cried while I was writing this one! Hope you like it. Enjoy! x

Tags: thanks to @loverocksin for the input!

“This is not gonna happen”.

“Oh, yes”.

“Who decided that Stark is the boss, now?”

“Are you worried, Stephen?”

“It’s Doctor Strange, to you”.

“I hope that you don’t use that tone with Y/N or somebody’s gonna sleep on the couch, tonight”.

“You’re no fun, Stark”.

“But you’re gonna follow my orders anyway”.

“What’s happening?” You asked, entering into the room with a ball full of chips in your hands.

“Y/N won’t agree to this madness, she’s smart enough to know that we can do this in another way,” Stephen said, while giving you a smile that looked more like a grin to you.

You furrowed your eyebrows.

“Is this about bees? I hate bees”.

“No, it’s not about bees, Y/N,” Tony said, rolling his eyes.

“Are you watching Bridgerton again?” Nat asked.

“Yeah… No!” You exclaimed and she laughed.

“This is a work meeting!” Tony stated. “Y/N, I don’t care if you don’t like Doctor Strange here…”

“Who told you? I like him!” “You do?” Stephen asked, surprised.

“Nobody does, she’s lying because she’s too kind. Anyway, you two are gonna stick to my plan, since I’m in charge while Steve’s gone on a mission and my plan involves around a married couple, who’s gonna pretend to be very rich in order to catch a stupid villain during a stupid trip in a fancy hawaiian hotel,” Tony explained.

“Oh, cute! Who’s gonna play the couple?” You asked, while eating some chips. Strange closed his eyes, shaking his head: you were too naive, sometimes.

Tony smiled at you with evilness.

“You and Stephen. Congratulations, my dear: you just became a bride”.

***

When you thought about the day of your marriage, you’ve always pictured yourself with a normal guy. Being an Avenger was stressful, but being in a relationship with another superhero? Absolutely not. You grew up with Notting Hill and Pretty Woman, with The Holiday and How To Lose A Guy In 10 Days, The Wedding Date, 10 Things I Hate About You… you wanted some romance, not a monster to fight at your wedding. You would have had a fabulous ceremony on the beach, surrounded by your friends, family and the Avengers and that was everything to you. Even if you loved your work, you didn’t want to be involved too much in it. You didn’t have superpowers, you just had a brilliant mind and you were trained enough to be one of them. It was enough to you. But now? Now you had to be married with one of them, to pretend that you were in love with one of them and you didn’t even get to celebrate a fake wedding. It was your worst nightmare.

You were thinking about that, when you were in your room, the night before you were supposed to leave with Stephen. At least, he was good-looking in your opinion and nice enough to pretend you actually loved him. You never got to be closer to him, because he was always in another place, but he seemed a polite man and that alone gave him several scores.

Your luggage was ready. You sat on the edge of the bed, caressing your hands. You noticed that Stephen had scars on his ones, but you couldn’t touch them anytime you wanted. Sometimes you just wanted to give him some relief, because he always seemed somebody who was suffering inside. Probably he thought that people didn’t see it, but you paid attention. It’s weird how looking at him without Stephen knowing that could have been useful now. But why were you looking at him in the first place?

Somebody knocked at the door. You got up from the bed and you opened it. Stephen gave you a smile, his hands behind his back so you couldn’t see them. He was still wearing his costume, but without the cape, while you were already in your pijamas.

“Good evening, Y/N. I have something urgent to tell you”.

“You could have used a Portal,” you said.

“I find it innapropriate to use magic when it’s not totally required to. Also, I didn’t want to intrude, since that’s your room and it’s almost midnight”.

You blushed.

“Oh, right. What’s up?”

“Do you mind?” He asked you, while pointing at the bed and you moved to let him enter in the room. He sat on the bed and you did the same, after you closed the door. “I figured that maybe it would have been useful to get to know each other better, since we’re gonna pretend to be married. Doctor Banner is gonna give us the rings tomorrow, but you and I know that we can’t fake a relationship just with some clothes and jewelry. Do you agree?” He asked you and you nodded. “Good. I also think that we should create our own fake scenario: how did we meet? When did we get married? Why do you love me?”

“Why is it just about you?” You questioned, confused.

He moved his eyes from yours, looking at his hands.

“Because it’s hard to love somebody like me. Christine did and look at her now: married to someone else,” he replied, a sad smile on his face. You heart ached for him. “While you, on the other hand, are the sun. It’s impossible not to find you attractive as a person”.

“People would disagree with you,” you joked.

“Well, it’s their loss,” he said with a smile and for a tiny moment, you thought that maybe, in another universe, you would have fallen in love with Stephen Strange. But not in this one.

“Tell me everything about you, Doctor Strange”.

“Oh, if we’re gonna play this in a good way, you should begin to call me Stephen,” he winked at you.

You smirked at him.

“This is gonna become very interesting, Stephen”.

***

Your first thought was: this is not gonna end well. Your second one, though, was: the bathrobe is so soft! Then Stephen caught you while you were trying it and you gasped. So, after a shower, you went out with Stephen for a walk, in order to study the last details about your plan. He held your hand immediately, making your entire skin get on fire, while his ring was perfectly dancing around his finger.

“Why did you do that?”

“We have to pretend to be married in public too, Y/N. I take this missione very seriously, even if Stark made it sound like a dumb game. It’s not a game to me,” he answered.

“We’re on the same page, Stephen”.

“You called me Stephen without feeling embarrassed. It’s a huge step,” he joked. You rolled your eyes, but inside your stomach you felt butterflies. “Anyway, let’s settle this once and for all: I don’t like ice-cream. We didn’t have ice-cream a tour wedding, I forbade it”.

“This is unacceptable. I’m gonna make you change your mind, I wrote it in my vows,” you said.

“This is so stupid,” he replied, but he was keeping a laugh.

“Ice-cream is important to me”.

“Okay, fine. Second question: why do you love me?” He asked and you stopped walking. How could you make up an explanation for a relevant matter like that one? He caressed your thumb, giving you the strength to talk. He didn’t say a word, he just waited for you to talk.

Then, you realized: he was waiting for you without pressuring you to say anything. He was looking at you, serious, while everybody was passing by. You didn’t even notice that he brought you under a porch, so the sun couldn’t burn your skin. He was also protecting you from the other people, because he now had his other arm placed around your back.

“It’s in the little things. If I could, I would caress your hands, because I know that it hurts even if you can’t feel any pain now. You do the same with me, when you make me laugh in times in which I’m nervous. Invisible pain is still pain, isn’t it? But it made you kinder, even if you try to cover it as much as possible under your armor. And you’re cute when you don’t realize things, because it takes you by surprise, since you always know everything, but you didn’t know that I liked you. Is it enough?” You asked, with a brief smile.

He was mesmerized by you. His gaze was now softer and profound: he finally realized that you cared about him.

“Yes”.  

After that, you were wearing your beautiful dress, your earphone to listen to Tony from the Avenger’s Tower and your shiny ring. It still seemed weird to do that, but you were gonna get used to it. It should have lasted just a few days, you could do it. At least, this is what you were constantly telling yourself.

“Hey, we’re late to the party, Y/N,” Stephen said, while entering into the room.

“You didn’t knock! How did you know that I was ready? You probably are Sherlock Holmes in another universe…”

“You literally just texted me that you were,” he said, showing you his phone. You were so nervous, you even forgot about that. “But yeah, I probably am. I’d be very smart and full of curls”.

“Why the curls?”

“Mind your own business. Let’s go,” he said, while taking your hand. That’s when you noticed: the scars. It was like you could see his bones upon his skin. He wasn’t wearing his watch and you wondered why. Maybe because he wanted to forget about the pain that his last relationship caused him. His gaze caught yours, so he adjusted his sleeve. You asked yourself if he was ashamed of his scars or if he didn’t want you to acknowledge the lack of the watch. You would have never known.

The party was hosted by the villain that Tony wanted to arrest. He was a rich guy that sold fake artifacts at charity auctions for the rich. You and Strange were known to be a power couple in every aspect, so you were perfect for the mission. You just had to become friends with him, pretending that you wanted to enter in his small circle of scammers along with your husband. Then, you would have arrested him.

“Okay guys, the show has just begun! Do you remember that you have to approach that guy on your left?” Tony asked and you turned to look at him. You nodded, then you remembered that he couldn’t see you, so you said: “Yes. Stephen and I studied everything on the plane”.

“You get to call him Stephen, now?” Tony asked with a grin.

“Shut up, Stark. We have to work,” Stephen said.

“Go get them, tigers”.

You approached that guy, the best friend of the super villain. His name was Matt and he seemed friendly, while he was talking with some other guests. You instantly grabbed Stephen’s hand, who was surprised by that and went to greet him.

“Matt! Hey, Matt! How are you, my dear?” You asked him, as if you were long time friends. He looked at you, then he recognized Strange and then he waved at the two of you, leaving the others. There were two bodyguards with him.

“Y/N! Doctor Strange! It’s a pleasure to finally meet you in person! When I saw your name on the list, I couldn’t believe how much lucky I was!” He exclaimed and you bit your tongue not to tell him how fake he sounded.

“I can only imagine. We recently got married, so we thought to attend this party to celebrate our honeymoon,” you said and Stephen nodded. He seemed quite shy, his hands was even squeezing yours. Perhaps he was nervous. You knew how he must have felt, so you tried to take control of the situation as your favourite characters in the rom-coms did.

“Of course! Do you mind if you ask how the two of you met?”

You began to answer to the question, but Stephen, as if that was the only answer he knew, replied to him first: “Stark introduced us during some dinner. I asked for her number, then we had several dates and in the end, we got together”.

“Oh, lovely! And what’s your job, Y/N?”

You went pale. You focused so much on every tiny detail of your fake relationship, that you forgot to think about that. He had to think that you weren’t an Avenger, so you couldn’t tell him the truth. You stayed quiet for too much time, because he furrowed his eyebrows.

“She’s a nurse, actually. Do you remember Christine, from my hospital? She’s her colleague,” Stephen said with a smile and he seemed satisfied with that answer.

“Probably you were too blinded by your love for Christine to notice her, right?” He laughed and Strange pretended to find that joke funny, but you didn’t. Because what if it was true? “I wish you a beautiful evening, my friends”.

“Thank you,” Stephen said, then he left your hand and looked at him with disgust in his eyes. You remained quiet and he noticed that, so he took a look at you. “Y/N?”

“I need some air,” you said, then you walked away from there.

You ran to the balcony, placing your hands on the railing. You breathed out, closing your eyes. The warmth that you had felt in your chest when he had squeezed your hand, as if he wanted to protect you somehow… It was too much. You looked at the sky without stars, thinking that everything was easier in the rom-coms: the main characters always got together, he wasn’t in love with his ex, she was awesome, while you were incredibly normal. Maybe you had always pictured yourself with a powerless guy, because you didn’t think you could get a superhero. You weren’t enough for a powerful being like Strange, a handsome doctor, a smart man. You knew why he got your attention all along, you could understand that now. You already liked him, before that stupid mission. He wasn’t arrogant as Tony, reckless as Steve or mischievous as Loki, but gentle, intelligent and sweet. Tormented also, but that pain only made him kinder.

“Y/N, it’s almost time,” Stephen said, behind your back. “We worked pretty well together, he didn’t understand what’s going on. We should have been more careful, but…”  

“Why did you have to bring her into this?” You asked, while turning around. Your eyes were shining under the silver light of the moon.

Stephen shaked his head, confused.

“What are you talking about?”

“I know your opinion about me, Stephen”.

“No, you don’t”.

“Yeah, I know. It’s the same opinion that everyone else has. You think that I’m naive and silly, but I’m not. I notice things. You’re not the only one who can tell somebody’s disease by watching their aspect, I can do that too”.

“Y/N, trust me, you don’t wanna go down that path,” he said, with a hand in front of himself, as if he wanted to prevent you to fire a bullet at him, but you were armless.

“I know that you wore that watch for years. I know that you miss your job. I know that you miss Christine,” you began to say. He put his hands over his head, closing his eyes, nervous, almost angry. “And I know that you’re ashamed of your scars”.

“Enough, Y/N”.

“You’re not here, Stephen. Even if you say so, you’re always somewhere else. Even when you were squeezing my hand, you were probably in that church, while Christine was marrying another guy. Is it why you were always in another universe on a mission and not at the compound? You were looking for a universe in which the two of you are together? Or were you just trying to avoid thinking about her?”

“I was trying to avoid thinking about you, actually!”

You froze.

“What?” You whispered.

“No, no, this is not happening… not here, not in this moment. This is why I didn’t want to do this and Stark fucking knew it! He shouted. Some people turned around in order to see why the two of you were having a fight.

“Stephen, they’re looking at us…” You said, scared that they could understand what was going on.

“No, we have to talk about this,” he said, then he walked over you, held your hand and summoned a Portal.

“Y/N, the mission!” Tony exclaimed.

“Too late, Stark,” Stephen said, then he took you with him into the Portal.

“I think that I could easily beat you at pool, Strange,” Tony said, while watching Stephen and Steve playing the game.

“There’s not a universe in which you can beat me at something, Stark, I checked. Twice”.

“Asshole”.

“Come on guys, let’s play this in a nice way,” Steve said, chuckling.

“Why don’t usually do this. Why are you not in your lab, Stark?” Stephen asked.

“Because Y/N wanted to help me, but she blew it up in the attempt, so now it’s unavailable,” he answered.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I’m sure that she apologized, though,” Stephen said.

“Sure, but I didn’t really forgive her in that moment, so now Pepper says that I have to apologize to her. Can you believe it?”

“She just tried to give you a hand, Tony, don’t be harsh with her. She always tries to help everybody, Y/N doesn’t deserve this,” Steve replied.

“Okay, but why is she always so incredibly kind?”

“Maybe because people weren’t with her,” Stephen said and Tony remained quiet. “But I will say that she’s too naive, sometimes”.

“Thank you, Stephen”.

“It’s still Doctor Strange, to you”.

“Whatever”.

You almost threw up, when you arrived. You were in a field of flowers in another universe, because the sky was pink and the flowers were little moons. Stephen grabbed again your hand, when you tried to escape from him. You didn’t want to believe to another lie of his.

“This is the only universe in which we’re not together, you know? Ironic, since the sky’s pink. You’d think it’s a universe based on your lovely rom-coms, but it’s not. And do you know why we’re not together?” He asked and you shaked your head. “Because you die, here. I can’t save you. I’m a single father of two kids, but I have no wife. The only thing that divides us is death”.

You dried a tear with your free thumb, swallowing.

“I heard you”. You said and he looked at you with genuine curiosity on his face. “When you said that I’m naive”.

“Y/N…”

“I wonder why you should marry somebody like me in every universe”.

“Why do you always have to assume that people see the worst in you? I didn’t say that like it was a bad thing, it’s just that people can take advantage of you when you’re like that, but I don’t see it as a flaw in your person. On the contrary, I’m glad that you’re kind and generous and selfless, unlike many people I know,” he said. “And as for Christine, I mentioned her just because it was the first thing that came into my mind, the easiest job to keep us covered. I didn’t think about her until that moment, because I was with you. That’s why I didn’t wear the watch”.

“But your sleeve…”

“My sleeve!” He exclaimed, sarcasm running through his veins. “I was just adjusting my suit, because I was by the side of a beautiful woman with a beautiful dress”. He explained and you felt incredibly stupid. “You say that you notice things, but you didn’t even realize that I was looking at you the entire time we were in that room. Did you catch that?” He asked and you shaked your head. “No. I figured”.

“But when did you start to like me? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“When… Time isn’t a concept that belongs to love, Y/N. You wake up one day and you just know it. I knew it when you caressed my hand after I told you that Christine was getting married to somebody else. You didn’t even look at the scars…” He said and his voice cracked for a moment. You had tears in your eyes, by now. You had thought all along that you were the only one to observe things, but turned out that he had noticed you.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you repeated, while hugging him.

“It’s okay,” he said, while rubbing your back.

“I love you,” you said. Then you took his cheeks into your hands, while looking straight into his surprised eyes. “Until my last dying breath”.

He gave you a tender smile.

“I love you in every universe,” he said, before he could kiss you.

So, in the end, you finally had your rom-com moment.

When the two of you came back into your universe, you found out that Tony and the others had arrested the guy. Tony didn’t want to explain how, but you knew that he had sent Steve to do so, it was his secret mission, while Tony had invented all of that to make you and Stephen end up together. That was his way to apologize to you. And well, let’s say that you accepted his excuses.

When they saw you and Stephen coming back from the other universe, they already seemed to know what had happened between the two of you: turned out that the marriage could have been fake, but the feelings were real. He asked to marry you by the end of the year and you could organize your beach wedding with him and the Avengers.

For once, you could have just said that you were happy.

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One-shots

Ghost from your past

You were in a relationship with JJ before something very huge happened, but you don’t remember anything. When you come back after a while, you fall in love with him again. 

Do I look like I care?

You ask JJ to dance with you at the Midsummer, but things don’t go as planned.

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Drunken confessions | b.h.

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x reader

Summary: Billy is drunk and he thinks that he doesn’t deserve you, but you reassure him that he does. He has changed, for you.

Warnings: established relationship, drunk Billy, mention of smoking, maybe OOC Billy, angst, fluff, two suggestive jokes, mention of beating somebody, mention of toxic relationship, mention of jealousy

Word count: 1.2K

A/N: hi! Billy’s probably a little OOC here, but I just wanted to write something about him. Feedback is always appreciated by a writer! Hope y’all like it. Enjoy! X

Tags: @creme-delacreme​ (thanks again for your suggestion!)

“It’s not like I’ve never seen you like this before,” you say on the phone, while you’re looking for your clothes.

“You said the same thing, last night,” Billy replies and you’re imagining his stupid smirk on his lips, right now.

“Tell me what happened this time, Billy or I swear that I’m gonna go to bed again,” you affirm, while changing into some fresh clothes. You hear him sigh on the other line of the phone.

Billy called you in the middle of the night, something you’re used to, but this time it feels different. He always calls when he needs some stitches after a fight or when he drank a lot because his father scolded him, but now his voice is tense. He almost didn’t even reach out for you, because he didn’t want you to see him like that.

“Just come here,” he says. Then he adds: “Please”.

You arrive at the pub a few minutes later. The bartender doesn’t even has to show you the way, because you see him instantly. He’s sitting at the counter, a finger drawing some circles on the edge of the empty glass. He seems sad, not amused as he always looks.

“Billy?” You call him, sitting next to him.

He turns immediately and you see some sparkles being born into his eyes. He hugs you, holding onto you for dear life. His perfume is intoxicating: you can smell it even underneath the beer and the smoking. For a moment, you think he’s crying on your shoulder, instead, he has only left a small kiss on your neck and when the awareness hits you, shivers slid down your spine. He's not somebody who likes to show you his affection to you with this cute gestures, so you’re surprised that he did that this time. You’re still thinking about it, when you notice that he’s now again distant from you, with his body but also his mind. He’s probably still wondering whether to tell you what happened or not, but you’re not going to leave this place if he doesn’t, so it’s not like he has a choice.

“Baby? Hey, look at me,” you say, while turning his chin to you with a finger.

“Baby…” He repeats, with a pair of glossy eyes. “I forgot how sweet your voice sounds when you call me like that”.

“Billy, you’re scaring me,” you say. Why does it feel like he’s dying?

“I’m sorry, I just… I just… I don’t know, Y/N. Maybe I was wrong about a lot of things. Maybe I was wrong about you too”.

You gulp.

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve been trying to convince myself for months that I deserve your kindness, but I don’t. I’m not worthy of you. You shouldn’t accept my anger or to take me home in the middle of the night anymore. It’s better for you to date somebody else, somebody who treats you right. Even Harrington could…”

“Alright, stop it, stop it,” you interrupt him. “Is your father still messing with your head? You said that sleeping at my house is helping you, because you barely see him now. So what is it? I’ve never been into Steve. Did he make you think that I am?”

He shakes his head, but he doesn’t talk. It’s like he’s fighting with himself about something, but you can’t catch his glances. Then, his gaze is wandering up and down your collarbone and you finally understand.

“It’s the necklace, isn’t it?” You ask and he clenches his jaw. “It’s because you gave me your necklace. Are you scared of your own feelings, Billy?” You murmur the last sentence and he grips the glass.

“You don’t have to take me home, I can walk. Come back to your house, you’re wasting your time with me anyway,” he says, but you hold his wrist.

“Who talked with you today? Because yesterday, when you gifted that necklace to me, you seemed quite serious about us. Billy, we’ve been together for a year! It’s not like I don’t know who you are,” you reply.

“I’ve told you so many terrible things, I’ve driven fast with you by my side because I was jealous, I… You should really find someone else, Y/N, someone better than me…” He says, while shaking his head with his eyes closed.

“What did you do, Billy?”

“Nothing, I swear!” He exclaims, then he squeezes your hand. “Please, you have to believe me”.

“I do, baby, I do,” you say, while caressing his cheeks and he relaxes in the palms of your hands. “And you don’t do those things anymore, now. You’re sleeping better, you’re barely drinking and you don’t beat people anymore. Whoever hurt you is gonna talk to me about it,” you say.

He sighs, then he clenches his jaw again. He leaves a kiss on the back of your hand with softness and your heart melts.

“Don’t do it. Don’t come for them,” he says, serious. He even seems himself again.

“It’s Max, isn’t it?” You guess and he instantly looks at you in disbelief. “She’s the only one you would protect, apart from me. What did she do?”

“I was mean to her for no reason as always and she told me that I don’t deserve somebody so amazing like you, but she’s right, Y/N,” he affirms again.

“Billy, I just wanna be with you. That’s all. Max was upset and she said something she didn’t want to say. I bet that she’s gonna apologize tomorrow. Anyway, the decision is mine and I don’t want to leave you. Alright? Not now, not ever,” you tell him, then you give him a smile and he sighs.

“It’s not fair that I need you so much, while you don’t. Don’t give up on me, okay? Even if I behave like a bad guy, I would never hurt you. Just fight with me, okay? Tell me when I’m wrong, I won’t yell at you again like I did a year ago. I’ll listen to you. I won’t drive fast again,” he says, then he hugs you again, so tight you almost can’t even breathe.

“Billy, I need you too, but now you have to let me go in order to breathe again,” you joke and he does what asked.

“Sorry, sweetheart”.

“And you haven’t been the bad guy for months, now. You’re different, Billy. It’s gonna be alright”.

He doesn’t say the he loves you. It’s not something he does. But the way he looks at you, oh, if eyes could talk, he would have told you that by now. How much fondness can be into someone’s heart? So you take his hand and go to your car, in order to come back home together.

When the two of you sit in the car, you catch him looking at your neck again.

“You know, that necklace… looks pretty good on you”.

“If you’re gonna say something related to me being sexy with it, I swear…”

“No, no,” he chuckles and his smile makes you feel your ears on fire. He’s still the most handsome guy of Hawkins, for you. “I just wanted to say something really cheeky, but maybe it’s better not to. I have to protect my reputation, after all,” he says, while winking at you.

You approach him in silence, with a sly look. He stares at you, confused. Then you capture his lips in a passionate kiss and he seems to die there, on that seat.

You’re still trying to catch your breath, when you finally talk again: “Tell me”.

"Are you trying to manipulate me?"

"Perhaps".

"Someday, I hope that necklace is a ring."

You smile at him.

"I’d like that".