#me n my crush/friend were talking again yesterday like we usually do

[queenie-official]

going with ani to the cafè for pumpkin spice latte only for him to be super nervous since we are so cool and he's some random engineering nerd ☝️🤓

‘Fall In Love With Me’

main masterlist Word count: little over 3k

pairing: modern!Anakin skywalker x fem!reader

a/n: you sending this request in as soon as i mentioned wanting to write fall fics is iconic of you and i love you for it 💋

“come on y/n, this is the only good thing about college! skipping without any repercussions” Honey continued to beg as you walked across campus.

“that’s easy to say when you're skipping a language class you’re already fluent in” you protest as she clings to your arm, pleading like a child.

“you don’t even care about French class, you just wanna ogle your little crush” she retorts before tugging on your arm as she comes to a stop forcing you to stop with her.

“okay that’s only half true, i like French class” you hardly believe your own lie as it tumbles out of your mouth. judging by Honey’s deadpanned expression she doesn’t believe it either.

“you were complaining just yesterday how the Teacher refuses to speak in any other language than French and you had no clue what was going on.” if only you didn’t vent to her about everything maybe then she wouldn’t be able to call you out on your bullshit.

“you’re gonna make me late” you sigh, slumping forward solemnly. she rolls her eyes not buying the act for a second.

“good, if you’re going to be late then it just makes even more sense for you to skip with me.” you let out a groan, gently pulling your arm out of her hold before starting to walk again. “you could at least talk to the guy if you’re gonna keep going just to look at him.”

“he’s too smart for me, i mean he’s a mechanical engineering major for gods sake” did he tell you that himself? no, you and Honey just did a little snooping through instagram after you got his full name and found out for yourselves.

“i have a friend who dated an engineering major and she told me they are not as smart as they think they are.” right but he was, he had all A’s it was a known fact around campus. Anakin Skywalker the college’s golden boy.

academic wise anyway, he didn’t socialize with anyone. you had guessed it was because he was much too focused on keeping his grades as good as they were, he had to if he wanted to keep his full ride scholarship… was it considered stalking if you got this information on a public platform?

“yea well Anakin’s different Honey” you can feel the look she’s giving you and you hate it. she jogs up in front of you now, forcing you to look her in the eyes.

“fine don’t skip but you have to talk to him, you’ve got the confidence and social skills to charm a snake y/n stop selling yourself short” you both stare at each other, a silent challenge that you always lose.

“alright!” you huff defeated and she cheers, throwing her arms up in victory before doing a celebratory dance.

“have fun talking to the boy of your dreams” she teases before spinning on her heel to walk in the opposite direction as you.

“have fun skipping spanish” you snort and she shouts back a quick ‘i will’ as you continue walking towards the building.

your professor was the type of teacher to close the door as soon as class began. ’if you want to waste my time by being late, don't bother coming at all’ was the first thing she’d said at the beginning of the semester, it was the only sentence she’d said in english.

which is exactly why you speed walk past her right as she’s starting to head to the door, keeping your head low when you see the annoyed look on her face as you do. internally counting your lucky stars that you somehow managed to make it before she’d closed it.

Anakin was always one of the first people to arrive in class so it was no surprise he was already there when you get to take a proper look at your surroundings. he was sitting in his usual spot; last row, second to last seat from the aisle.

you take a deep breath mustering all the courage you have as you walk down the aisle past your usual spot and straight to one of the empty seats next to him. he stiffens, hands freezing mid type on his laptop before he forces himself to relax and continue like normal.

you spare a glance at his laptop screen, wondering if it was related to the class. maybe you had missed an entrance ticket or something. you’re met with a shit ton of equations that makes you want to do a double take, unable to even process what you’d just seen.

the sound of your professor starting the lesson pulls your attention before you can. not that you could even understand what she said, all of it going in one ear and out the other. still you pretend to listen, wanting to give it a little time before you possibly ruin this man’s whole mood.

you pretty much dissociate, resting your hand on your palm without a thought in your mind. it’s about thirty minutes later when everyone who didn’t already have their laptops open are pulling them out of their bags that you snap out of it, following their lead you take yours out before turning to Anakin.

kind of a perfect way to start a conversation if you think about it. “sorry, but do you know what we’re supposed to be doing?” you tilt your head slightly watching as it takes a second for it to click in his mind that you’re speaking to him.

“we have to go onto canvas and answer the newest discussion post and then we have to comment on two other people’s answers all in French” he says after clearing his throat, his voice a soft rumble that makes your heart flutter.

you smile warmly at him, a whispered “thank you“ rolling off of your tongue before you turn back to your laptop. you’re about to copy and paste the question into google translate when you realize you could use this as another excuse to talk to him. “don’t suppose you’ve got any clue what this is asking us?”

his attention is on you again, eyes flicker over your face with uncertainty before he looks at your screen “comment prépares-tu la journée?” he reads it out loud in an accent that rivals the professors “it’s basically a formal way of asking how you prepare for the day”

you nod thinking of your answer only to remember a second later you’d have to respond in French. you bite your lip fighting back the urge to ask another question, afraid that you may start to annoy him. you tap on the table lightly locked in an internal debate, and right when you’re about to cave and go back to your trusty friend google Anakin speaks up again.

“do you need help forming your answer in French?” you can’t help but laugh as you turn to him, a shy smile growing on your face.

“is it that obvious i’m struggling?” you joke at your own misery and he rubs the back of his neck, nervously chuckling.

”no, no i wouldn’t say that…” he trails off before finishing with “well maybe a little bit” which makes you snort and cover your mouth to make sure you don’t laugh too loudly.

“help would be much appreciated, thank you” he smiles, wiping his palms on his jeans before clearing his throat again.

“it’s no problem i already finished my work anyway, i was working on homework for another class” he says while closing his laptop “i’m Anakin by the way” he extends his hand and you're quick to shake it. his palms are clammy, his grip gentle yet firm.

he was definitely nervous, even more than you were which somehow helped fuel you with more confidence. “y/n, it’s nice to meet you” you greet back, releasing his hand and turning your laptop screen more towards him.

“it’s.. uh nice to meet you too” it’s almost funny how awkward he is, you’d expected the college golden boy to be more.. well suave. it was endearing though, and you wish you’d made the effort to talk to him sooner.

you tell Anakin your normal routine before leaving for the day and he translates it for you, at first you were the one typing it but when he saw you failing to spell out the words correctly he offered to just do that as well.

of course you agreed, sliding your laptop more towards him. he reaches forward immediately retyping what he’d told you, and you get a front row seat to watch his mind work. so casual and effortlessly translating each thing you told him onto the discussion post. you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t attractive.

thanks to Anakin’s help you’re able to get the discussion post done and comment on two other people’s posts in under 10 minutes, leaving you with nothing to do as the professor waits for everyone to finish before continuing the lesson.

“so do you usually finish all your work early and work on homework for other classes?” you ask wanting to spark conversation again before he gets the chance to reopen his laptop.

“yeah, French is kind of my first language- my mom had me speak both French and english growing up” he answers, shifting in his chair nervously. uncomfortable from the attention you were giving him. “so this is sort of.. my easy pass class, i just took it for the credits”

“i wanted this to be my easy class, and then the first day she spoke almost purely in French and i knew i was fucked- it’s a miracle i’m passing” that miracle was your usual seatmate who would always give you the answers.

“not to be rude but uh.. how are you passing?” you can tell he didn’t want to come off too blunt but there wasn’t really another way to put it that wasn’t beating around the bush.

“lots of google translate and help from peers” he laughs at how proudly you say that, and you can’t help but smile enjoying the sound of it.

“right, that makes a lot of sense” you raise your brow at that unable to resist the urge to mess with him.

“a lot of sense is crazy wording” you act offended and he instantly starts to panic, backtracking his statement while attempting to apologize. you can’t help the laugh that bubbles out of you making him freeze when he realizes you weren’t actually upset.

he doesn’t respond even as you apologize, simply shaking his head with a faint smile. he relaxes in his seat, a look on his face like he wanted to tease back but was still unsure.

once you’ve calmed down and chosen to ignore the looks you were getting from the people around you there’s a brief silence until your professor speaks up, calling everyone’s attention. all of the discussion posts must have been turned in as she now continues the lesson.

it’s not until the end of class that you and Anakin speak again, you turning to him as he packs his stuff away. “hey, we should hang out sometime” you suggest, rather bold for someone who was afraid to talk to him a little over an hour ago.

he whips his head towards you, completely caught off guard. “i- i…” he stutters, his brain trying desperately to catch up with the situation.

you wince worried you misread him, maybe you had actually offended him with your joke or perhaps he had no intentions or desire to talk with you after today.

when he sees you physically pull back he forces an answer out of himself in an almost panic. “no! well i mean yeah- i’d like that..” he squeezes his eyes shut cringing inwardly.

“you’re cute” you giggle, and he reddens. eyes snapping open as he tries to catch his breath, you’re too much for him. like taking a sip of coffee that has way too much sugar and cream in it.

“cute?” he repeats practically breathless, he swallows hard. looking down to his bag for a distraction, busying himself with zipping it closed.

“there’s a cafe i like to go to with my friend that we could go to together?” you offer while pulling your phone out of your pocket. readying it for him to put his number in as you sling your bag over your shoulder.

he hesitates for a moment before taking your phone; typing in his name and number, eyes flicking up to you every once in a while like he expected you to change your mind and tell him to stop.

“i’d love too” he finally responds, handing your phone back with his number officially saved into your contacts. you have to hold in a giddy squeal, doing your best to play it cool.

“great it’s a date!” you cheer singsongy, putting your phone back in your pocket. Anakin looks like he may pass out, every time he thinks you can’t surprise him more you do. “i’ll text you the details later tonight”

his mouth opens and closes, every possible response dying on his tongue. you give him the time he needs, brows knitted together in understanding.

he fakes a cough, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. “okay, i look forward to it” he says voice cracking slightly which he tries to play off with another fake cough, turning away from you and heading out of the classroom in a hurry.

as soon as he’s out of sight you let out the squeal you’d been holding in, jumping up and down before excitedly running out of the classroom to go find and tell Honey about what happened.

you wait just outside of campus. rocking on your feet as the cold autumn breeze rushes past you making your nose cold, honestly you were far too happy to care.

i’d been two days since your interaction with Anakin and today was the day you’d both agreed to meet up after classes finished. the wait was agonizing but worth it, especially when you see Anakin heading towards you.

he had on a flannel overtop a gray shirt, hair tussled from the wind. palms sweaty which he tried to keep under control, alternating between wiping them on his jeans and trying to fix his hair.

he hasn’t noticed you yet, mumbling something to himself as he walked. you contemplate whether or not to say something, afraid you may startle him if you do but thankfully he finally looks up from the pavement eyes locking with yours. he stiffens mouth snapping shut before standing tall as he tries to look relaxed.

“y/n hey..” it was awkward for sure and you had to bite back a giggle not wanting to make him second guess himself.

“hey, you ready to go? it’s not too far a walk from here” you point behind you in the opposite direction from which he came. he nods, robotically coming to your side as you begin walking.

there’s a awkward silence between you both, Anakin wanting to talk to you but unsure where to start. “sooo…you like coffee?”

you laugh, unable to hold it back this time with how strained his question came out. “i do, it’s a college student's saving grace don’t you think” you half joke, after all there have been many times coffee has actually saved you from passing out and turning in a late assignment.

he smiles, relaxing with your easy going nature. “oh yeah, coffee the holy grail for all college students” he jokes back for the first time and you beam. “you said you go to this cafe with your friend?”

“yep, me and Honey go all the time. they’ve got the best coffee and baked goods. it’s also the perfect environment to do homework or study” you both round the corner of the sidewalk, walking a little ways down to the crosswalk.

“oh that reminds me i’ve been meaning to ask, what’s your major?” well if he was asking that then he had yet to see your instagram account since it was in your bio. good because you’re pretty sure there’s a photo of you from middle school still up on your page.

“i’m an art history major” his brows raise slightly at that, making you tilt your head curiously. “what’d you think i majored in?” he shrugs unsure what to say.

“i don’t know… maybe psychology” this time your brows raise and he laughs. “you seem like the type” your nose wrinkles unsure how to take that but you ultimately decide to brush it off when it was clear he didn’t mean it in a bad way. “why art history?”

“i wanna become an art teacher, i need a bachelors degree for that to happen and art history seemed like the most interesting.” you both slow to a stop as you arrive at the cafe; Anakin steps in front of you, opening the door and holding it for you.

”thanks” you smile, walking in and heading to the usual table in front of the big storefront window that you and Honey sit at, placing your backpack onto the back of the chair. Anakin follows your lead doing the same with his bag before you both get into line.

thankfully it was short, most students preferred the other cafe directly across the street from campus. “ooo they finally have the fall flavors on the menu” you chirp excitedly upon seeing the newly chalked on pumpkin spice latte on the menu.

“are they any good?” your jaw drops dramatically, turning your head slowly towards him in full theatrics.

“you’ve never had a pumpkin spice latte before!?” he smiles, laughing awkwardly while shaking his head no. “oh we’re gonna fix that right now” you don’t even let him respond before stepping in front of him once the person in front of you leaves the line, ordering two pumpkin spice lattes and apple cider donuts for the both of you.

you don’t let him pay either, brushing him off with a “if i’m the one indoctrinating you into fall culture then it’s only right i pay” he only relents when you add “you can pay next time” a content smile on his face at the prospect there was even going to be a next time.

the cashier hands you a bag with the Donuts as well as two disposable cups with your lattes which you take to the table you saved. animatedly sliding the cup over to him as you pull out the donuts placing them on napkins in front of you both. “come on try it, i bet you’re gonna love it”

“a lot of confidence for someone who doesn’t even know if i like sweets” your face falls not having even thought about that, he laughs instantly making you flush when you realize he was messing with you.

still you smile back, it was about time he got you back. really you were just happy he was even comfortable enough to do it. “alright enough teasing, chop chop Frenchie”

“what am i a dog” he snorts, brows creasing together when he laughs this time. it was hardy and from his chest and gods did it make you warm to have been able to pull that out of him. “okay, okay i’m doing it” he says after you nudge him under the table with your foot.

you wait with anticipation as he brings the cup to his mouth, taking a sip of the warm nutty pumpkin flavored drink. you lean in as he takes his time, one hundred percent keeping a straight face on purpose. “..well?”

he pulls the cup away making a show of smacking his lips together to ‘savor’ the flavor. “Anakin!” you groan and he chuckles, holding his hands up in defense before grabbing the cup again.

“you’re right, it’s delicious” you cheer at the success, and he just watches with a smile. taking another sip of his drink before taking a big bite out of the donut you'd given him. his eyes widening as he tries it. “oh this is a dangerous combination”

“addicting isn’t it?” he nods enthusiastically, practically wolfing down the donut in a few seconds and almost completely chugging the latte. “oh my gosh” you laugh, before taking a sip of your own. “it’s not going anywhere”

“not technically true, you said it yourself these are seasonal items” he says and then chugs the rest of his drink. you may have actually just sent this man on a path of addiction.

“well we’ll just have to make it a tradition to come here every fall then. just for the coffee and donuts” he smiles brightly, more than satisfied with your words.

“is the rest of their menu this good year round?” you nod and he leans back in his chair, fiddling with the napkin his donut had been on. he licks the bottom of his lip in thought, bitting the inside of his cheek to hide his nerves before he finally speaks. “well maybe we should make it a year round tradition”

you lean on your palm, absolutely crushing harder on him with each passing second. “year round dates? kind of sounds like you're asking me out” he practically falls out of his chair, choking on whatever sugar the apple cider donuts had left at the back of his throat.

“i-i…i mean..” he stammers and you start to worry you may accidentally be the death of him. “i’d like that a lot.. you know only if you’re into it too-“ he cuts himself off mumbling a ‘she brought it up of course she is’ to himself which makes you giggle.

“why don’t you ask me?” you wait for his answer, not even trying to give him a break. he’s still barely recovered from your initial tease, cheeks a bright red that he’s trying desperately to push down.

it takes him a moment, before he finally works up the courage to speak again. “would you wanna go out with me?” he’s quiet and you briefly contemplate dragging it out more, just to watch him squirm but the poor boy looked tormented enough so you finally grant him reprieve.

“i’d love to” he smiles, relaxing before laughing at himself and you join in. the two of you lost in a fit of giggles, that’s how it is the rest of the date. the two of you getting to know each other better and tossing jokes around.

the more comfortable Anakin becomes, the less awkward and shy he seems to act. no longer as nervous as he was when you first spoke to him.

the cold weather outside is the perfect contrast to the warm cozy bubble around you both that the cafe helped provide. the beginning of many moments to come.

a/n: hope this okay!! im so used to writing Anakin as the more confident and collected one so this is a little different for me but it was so fun to write 😋😋

also how do we feel about Honey becoming a reoccurring character in my fics and oneshots? would you guys prefer me putting ‘y/f/n’ instead?

anyway hope you all enjoyed reading 🫶🏼🫶🏼 have a great day huns!! Xx<3

[munsonsprincess11111]

Somethings off

Eddie munson x reader

Summary: Eddie is sat at the lunch table alone with no you in sight. When he goes defensive when yours and his friend's ask where you are they need to get to the bottom of it immediately.

Quiet. Eddie munson was never quiet. But when his friends approached there usual lunch table he was starring off into space. You was no where to be seen so Dustin asked the simple question of "HEY Eddie wheres y/n" Eddie's eyes darted to Dustin like he'd just told him he hates him

"Off sick why should I know." HE answers opening his metal lunch box picking out pieces of popcorn. Usually he'd throw them in the air and attempt to catch them in his mouth. But today he was pushing his food around.

"Usually you know she's your girlfriend was just a question man." Mike answered noticing his annoyance towards Dustin. "It's not my business. I'm noy always stuck up her ass you know." Eddie says to the boys. He closes his lunch box and walks off.

"Were getting to the bottom of thos right?" Dustin askes Mike. "100%"

The next day

"Y/N EXACTLY WHO WE NEED." Dustin yells down the hall at you. Him and Mike running over to you as you switch your books around. You go to say hello but are interrupted by Mike before you can speak.

"Have you seen or spoken to Eddie today?" Mike askes.

"NO I haven't seen or spoken to Eddie today why-"

"What about yesterday?" Dustin askes cutting you off.

"Nope not then either I was off-"

"When was the last time you saw or spoke to Eddie?" Mike interrupts this time

"Uhh last saw him Friday spike to him on the phone on Sunday. What's wrong-" you get cut off by dustin

"How was he-" but you cut him off

"Alright stop cutting me off. What is wrong with you 2 wanna explain what all the questions are about." You ask crossing your arms across your chest.

"Yesterday we asked Eddie where you was and he was pissed when we asked ans said he didn't know cause he's not always stuck up your ass and then stormed off. We tried to talk to him earlier but he ignored us so we wanted to walk to you because Eddie's giving us nothing." Mike says then taking a deep breath

"I was off yesterday cause something happend Saturday and I was hurting. And before you ask. Girl stuff. Eddie was fine then I don't know whats wrong with him." You say closing your locker.

The two boys look at eachother and are thinking. You pick your bag up. "We know where Eddie's parked. Maybe he's in the van and we could go talk to him?" Dustin askes.

You nod and the boys lead the way to where Eddie parked. It was a short walk but the boys blabberd the hole time about whay could've been wrong with Eddie. You decided they should knock incase he was annoyed at you.

Dustin banged on the side door of his van. "Eddie open the door we wanna talk." NO answer. Mike's turn "if you don't open the door were gonna get Gareth and he's way more annoying." Then there's movement from the van

"What the fuck do you two wa-" he cuts himself off when he opens the door snd sees you stood there behind the boys. He stares at you like a 13 year old boy that's just seen his crush up close for the first time.

"I thought-" he tries to speak but you cut him off.

"You thought I was off school for the week so went pissy with everyone?" You ask crossing your arms over your chest.

Eddie nods "that and other stuff but mainly that."

"That's why you didn't answer my calls?"

Eddie nods.

"Your an asshole eds you know that?"

He nods.

"Get your ass out the van."

He jumps out the side door of the van pulling it closed. He pushed Dustin aside using his shoulder and walks the few steps to you. Wrapping his arms around your waist and holding you tight. Your arms go around his neck. "Dads back in town." HE whispers in your ear. You nod your head as you hold Eddie.

"HE wants to see me but I want there when he went to the trailer but he's gonna be after school today." HE whispers again.

"Want me to come to?" You whisper in his ear. His arms tighten around you and he nods burying his face into your neck. "Dustin Mike ill talk to you both tomorrow." The boys get the hint at your words and scurry back off to school.

"WHY didn't you talk to me?" You ask and all you get is a shrug. You let him go and walk to the van. "Wanna go home?" You ask

He walks over opening the door for you tk get in and nods. "Will you take me to the store to get tampons and chocolate first?" You ask smiling up at him.

He let's out a laugh and is smiling. "Ofcourse I will baby." You smile back at him

"There's my boy." You kiss his cheek hoping into the van."

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Eddie's dad's visit wasn't fun. Eddie's leg was bouncing the hole time. But you kept holding his hand and trying to calm him without words. All his dad wanted was his help. Eddie declined. Even after his dad trying to persuade him. Wayne then stepped in. Eddie's dad was rude to Eddie and Wayne. Told Eddie stuff like he was a failure. He's no son of his. And other horrible things.

Now your laying in Eddie's bed with him. His head on your chest. Your arms wrapped around him. One of his legs over your's while one yours is in-between his. "I am so fucking proud of you." You whisper kissing Eddie's head.

"Thank you. For everything. For being there for me the hole time n now. I'm sorry I was an asshole." HE says kissing your chest.

"You had every right to be." You say kissing his head.

"I love you so much." HE says kissing your chest again

"I love you so much too" you mumble kissing his head.

You begin to drift off but then Eddie starts giggling. You open your eyes to see his face.

"What's so funny babe?" You ask looking at him confused. He sniffles his laugh and looks you in the eyes. "I kissed your boob twice." HE says then burying his face into your chest laughing. You try do your best fake disappointed face but your smirking. "Never change Eddie munson. Life would be so boring if you listened to everyone." You say letting out a laugh.

"Trust me didn't change when my dad left fir the 3rd time definitely won't this time or cause people say I'm weird and besides by being a freak it just brings up my bedroom status. Absolute freak in the sheets." HE laughs kissing you boob again making a loud kissing noise.

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The next day you and Eddie walk Into lunch hand in hand and Eddie is all smiles again. He pulls your chair out for you and you sit next to him. He pulls your chair next to him and puts his arm around your shoulder. Dustin and Mike High five eachother. Eddie just rolls his eyes and let's the boys think they made all this happen.

Everyone at the table is chattering. "You know.. " You whisper playing eith Eddie's necklace as he throws popcorn in the air. "What?" HE askes.

"I'm off my period...." You look up at him. He looks down at you. "REALLY?!?" HE half yells and his friends look at you both.

You nod. He shrugs you off of him standing up. He closes his lunch box and picks it up. All your friends are watching him. He grabs you hands and pulls you up. Your barely on your feet as he throws you over his shoulder. "Eddie!" You yelp at his unexpected action.

"Eddie where are you going." Mike askes.

"To have My lunch." HE says turning back to the table.

"You just was sit down." Dustin says looking at Eddie confused.

"NO. My lunch." HE says playfully biting your thigh. You slap his ass as he does this. "Your disgusting." Gareth says as Eddie walks off.

"What's that loner? Couldn't here you over all the sex I'm about to get." Eddie shouts back to Gareth giving him the middle finger still gold you on his shoulder and his tin lunch box.

All your friends gag and groan some even shouting his name at him. You just keep starting at Eddie back refusing eye contact.

"Embarrased?" Eddie askes as you exit the cafeteria.

"Sorry what was that couldn't hear Any of that over all the sex I'm about to get." You say quoting Eddie slapping his ass. He puts you down to look you in the eyes. "I love you so fucking much. Your awesome." HE says kissing you sweetly. He hands you his lunch box.

"I love you so fucking much too." You say smiling at him. Before you know it your back over his shoulder but holding his lunch box on the way to his van so he can drive you both to the trailer for that amazing sex that you both promised eachother.

[kyuusberry]

can u do more leeseo fluff :3? like continue the umbrella story where reader ACTUALLY walks leeseo to the building? and the other members of ive meet reader?

crush | ive leeseo - oneshot

pairing: idol classmate!leeseo x fem!reader

genre/theme: fluff, angst (if you squint), idol au, high school au, reader is a dancer, leeseo is an idol, both are sophmore year of high school (it’s hanlim arts high school if you want to know extra info)

warnings: a few kiss scenes (1 is non-consensual, but there’s a reason!!) and some cursing

a/n: i love this idea anon, tyyy! sorry this is actually so bad.. also first part is here!!

“hey! y/n!”

you looked back and saw leeseo running up to you with her usual bright smile. she seemed more bubbly today, which was good.

“hi, leeseo.” you smiled. she handed you the umbrella from the day before and thanked you for allowing her to borrow it.

”thanks for letting me borrow it yesterday! i really appreciate it.” she smiled, “i got you some chocolate in return! i heard you liked milk chocolate so i got you some.”

“o-oh.. uh thank you..” you were stuttering so badly, it was horrible.

*ring ring ring!*

“i gotta take this phonecall, thank you again though!” she smiled before bouncing away.

someone hit you on the arm and you turned around, it was iroha, aka your best friend for life, aka the girl who debuted in illit, aka the maknae of illit, aka the most annoying person in the world but you still love her anyways. yeah, that iroha.

“someone’s blushing,” iroha laughed, teasing you. “consider yourself lucky, y/n. leeseo doesn’t do that for just anyone. now come on! let’s go to class! mrs. choi is going to kill us.”

*ding ding ding!*

“wait which mrs. choi?—“

“choi sooyoung! that mrs. choi! now hurry your ass up!” iroha groaned, dragging you to class with her.

-

mrs. choi cleared her throat, “ahem. bae y/n? quit your daydreaming and pay attention. or i’m going to give everyone a pop quiz.”

you snapped out of your daydreaming, “sorry mrs. choi..”

iroha snickered, “daydreaming about leeseo?”

“have something to share, ms. hokazono iroha?” mrs. chou raised an eyebrow.

iroha immediately shut up, “no, mrs. choi.”

“good. now shut it before i separate you two.”

“yes, mrs. choi.” you both replied in a monotone.

-

“gosh, that class was horrible.” you groaned as soon as you walked out.

“you were asleep half of the class.” iroha rolled her eyes.

“and?? still boring!!”

“i’m surprised you’re even passing that class..” she sighed.

you grinned, “with a b too! i’m doing more than just passing.”

“whatever. let’s just go eat lunch. i’m hungry.” iroha’s stomach rumbled and you two started laughing.

when the two of you got to the lunch tables you saw some guy talking to leeseo. it made your heart break into pieces. that was until you saw her face. she was distraught, completely terrified.

“hey, can you hold my bag for me real quick?” before she could answer, you shoved your bag into iroha’s hands and walked towards leeseo.

“leeseo!” you put on a fake smile, glaring at the dude in front of her.

leeseo laughed awkwardly, “y/n! glad to see you!”

“who the hell are you?” the dude glared back.

“her girlfriend.”

“wait what?—“ leeseo got cut off by the dude.

“girlfriend?” he laughed, “prove it to me then! show me some pictures! or kiss her.”

“i will!” you scowled at him, grabbing leeseo’s arm and kissing her. the guy immediately backed off, cursing under his breath.

“sorry— i didn’t mean to kiss you like that. i just saw that you seemed uncomfortable.” you smiled awkwardly.

“it’s fine. i’m just glad i was able to get away from him.” she laughed.

“i gotta go now, i have some friends waiting on me. i’ll talk to you later though!” before you could leave, leeseo grabbed your arm and gave you a kiss on the cheek.

“for the favor earlier.” she smiled, slipping a piece of paper in your hand. “my number. so we can talk whenever.” she whispered in your ear. “see you later, yn!” she walked off, leaving you all flustered.

“damnnnnn, yn!!” iroha laughed, bumping your arm.

“someone’s popular! didn’t think you would kiss her like that!” moka teased, poking at your arms.

“honestly same. thought you would chicken out.” wonhee and iroha added onto moka’s teasing, making chicken noises at you.

“hey! what’s in your hand!” iroha took it out of your hand and read it, “it says.. call me! +82 X XXXX XXXX. xoxo, leeseo.”

“DAMNNN!” moka burst out laughing with the other two.

you took the piece of paper back, “shut it you three! don’t be too loud.”

“whatever! anyways, can we go eat now? i’m hungry as hell!” iroha’s stomach saying it all.

you sighed, heading over to the lunch tables to eat.

-

by the time school was over it was raining. yet again. rainy spring weather was one of your favorite types of days. you loved the way the rain fell on the ground, the soft patters of rain droplets. the way the rain dripped off of the rooftops and how it smelled after it stopped raining. it made you feel so calm and relaxed.

you saw leeseo standing in the front, panicking while dialing some numbers on her phone. you tapped her shoulder and smiled.

“i don’t have a car because i usually walk home, but i can take you over to your company.”

“no— yn, it’s fine. i can head there by myself.” leeseo replied, still calling some people, suspecting that it was her manager or her members.

“no. i’ll walk you there. especially since it’s raining and all and i don’t want you walking by yourself in this type of weather. and i’m not sure if that guy will come back and bug you again. plus, i let you walk by yourself last time, which i shouldn’t have.”

“fine. thank you though. i’ll repay you back sometime.” she finally gave in, letting out a soft sigh of relief.

“come on, let’s go before you get in trouble for being late.”

-

“thanks again for walking with me. i appreciate it.” her voice was soft and sweet, with the occasional hands brushing against one another.

she suddenly pulled you closer to her by linking arms. “your shoulder is getting wet, i don’t want you to catch a cold.”

“oh— uh.. thank you..” you muttered.

“don’t worry about it.”

you dropped her off in the front of her company building and was about to bid her farewell and go home, but she wouldn’t let you. saying that you should stay in the company building till the rain died down.

you tried refusing, but she just wouldn’t let you leave. you sighed and ended up staying, nervously following her into the elevator.

“my members are amazing, they’re super talented and nice! you’ll be fine with them. it’s just till the rain dies down.” leeseo’s voice was bubbly and bright, just like her usual self.

you hummed in response. your palms were sweaty and you were extremely nervous. you hoped that they would like you. you two arrived at her practice room and she opened the door making you go in first.

“leeseo— who are you?” one girl raised an eyebrow, voice sharp.

“unnies! this is y/n! she walked me here today and i told her to stay with us for a while till the rain dies down.” leeseo grinned.

you bowed 90° and introduced yourself, “uh.. hi.. i’m bae y/n.. nice to meet you all— and uhm… yea.” you stuttered, mentally face-palming yourself.

“you look like irene sunbaenim.” one girl blurted out.

“oh.. yeah, she’s my older sister.” you replied.

“no wonder! you two look so much alike!” leeseo played with your fingers.

another girl introduced herself, “i’m yujin, the leader of ive. nice to meet you y/n.” she paused. “you know leeseo. the girl next to me is wonyoung, the girl next to wonyoung is rei, the one on the left of the couch is gaeul unnie, and the one to the right of her is liz.”

“these are my members! they’re all amazing and i love them with all of my heart.” leeseo stopping yujin, her smile wide.

“i love your music, it’s really good. i went to one of your concerts not to long ago. the one in seoul during your last world tour. mostly to support leeseo because she is my classmate after all.” you gave them a small smile.

“thank you for supporting us. we appreciate it a lot.” wonyoung said happily, but classy at the same time. “oh— leeseo-ah. could you get us some water? we ran out. here’s some money for the vending machine downstairs.” wonyoung handed her the money and sent her on her way.

“now. you.” everyone got up and stood in front of you. “are you dating leeseo?” liz asked.

“no—“

“do you have a crush on leeseo?” rei’s eyebrows raised.

“oh— uhm. uh—“

rei and liz pressured you, “say it.”

“yes..”

“ha! knew it!” gaeul exclaimed.

“you’re the one who let leeseo borrow your umbrella last time it rained, didn’t you? your umbrella has the same design as it did when leeseo came by herself.” wonyoung said, crossing her arms.

“uh— yeah.. i did..”

liz butted in, “why didn’t you walk with her then? huh, y/n?”

“i was really nervous and i chickened out—“ you got cut off by gaeul.

“you better be treating our maknae right. i don’t care how you two are associated with each other, friends or dating.” gaeul pointed a finger at your chest and all of the members agreed.

leeseo came back with a bunch of waters in her hands and you helped her put it down on the ground. you were saying that you had to leave and that your mom would get upset with you if you weren’t home, leeseo tried to get you to stay longer, but yujin told leeseo to walk you out since it wasn’t raining anymore.

“fineeee..” leeseo whined, leading you out of their practice room and towards the elevator. “hey— i’m sorry if my unnies were scaring you. they tend to get protective over me sometimes, especially since i’m the youngest.”

“it’s fine. they were really nice to me. and i get it, they just want what’s best for you.” you smiled.

you two got to the front door and she gave you a hug, “see you tomorrow. oh, and don’t forget your umbrella, just incase it starts raining again.”

“thank you, leeseo.”

“hey— can i.. uhm.”

“what is it?”

“can i kiss you?— sorry if you don’t want to, i just.. yeah.” leeseo muttered.

“go ahead. i don’t mind.”

she gave you a small kiss before going back for another one, this time it was longer. her lips tasted of grapefruit, possibly from the lipgloss she always wears. she wrapped her arm around you, smiling and giggling into your chest, it was such an adorable sight to see.

she gave you one last kiss before finally pulling away, the taste of her lipgloss still lingering on your lips. you could see where she was kissed, the light tint of lipgloss on her upper lip and mixed in with the rest of hers.

leeseo interrupted your thoughts, “i expect you to call me once you get home. i wanna know if you got home safely. promise?” she held out her pinky.

your wrapped your pinky around hers, “promise.”

“good. see you tomorrow!” she beamed, happily bouncing off back to the elevator.

“hey!— uhm. what are we?” you blurted out.

“girlfriends?” she laughed.

“sure.” you grinned, walking out of the building and instantly pulling out your phone to call your friends.

“what is it, y/n?” iroha asked, the other two joining the call.

“you guys will never believe what just happened.”

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could you do more amber appleton x reader fics please? I don’t have a very specific request but maybe one where reader finds out ambers living situation and begs amber to let her help somehow with some angst? thank you! <3

Honey

Amber Appleton x fem! reader

Warnings: coarse language, angst, implied/mentioned sex

Amber hates asking for help, but reader’s had enough of it and begs Amber to step back

Amber was…a lot of things: bubbly, kind, helpful, supportive, optimistic. Well, and was also quick frankly the cutest person you’ve ever laid your eyes on. She was the first friend you’ve made at high school, and your crush on her only started to show up in junior year. So when you’ve been around her for the last nine or so months, you’ve been a tad nervous. That you’d make a fool out of yourself if you ever drew a blank while you were hanging out with her. Expertly, you shoved those feelings for her aside and chose to ignore them— hoping they’d go away. You could never be good enough for her, she was a straight-A student and as established, very pretty. You knew a bunch of students off the top of your head that had crushes on her and/or tried to ask her out. Though she hasn’t said yes to any of them, you never once thought you’d have a chance. Did you dream of it? Yes. But did you think it would ever happen? Absolutely not.

“Amber~” You walked up behind her, chin resting on her shoulder for just a second, “Good morning.”

She grunts, shrugging slightly. You took the hint and moved off of her. You were immediately concerned, she’s never been like this before. Just yesterday, she was on cloud nine because she got invited to audition for Carnegie Mellon. So this, was unexpected. Especially from her.

“Hey, what’s the matter, Ams?”

Her face perked up, she smiles at you, “Nothing. I’m fine!”

You bit back a sigh. “Are you sure? We still have time before class, we can talk—”

“Yep!” She confirmed in her usual chipper tone. “Come on, let’s get to home room.”

“Okay…” You squinted at her. She squinted back, “y/n, I’m okay.”

“Sure. Okay, let’s go.” A quiet sigh inevitably falls from your mouth as you agreed with her, walking side by side to the designated classroom. You decided to drop it— for now.

After lunch, you finally saw her again in wood shop and what caused alarm bells to go off in your head was how careless she was being, it was as though she was purposely trying to injure herself. "Amber." You seethed, "What are you doing? Be careful."

Not a single peep out of her. You were very quickly losing your patience, especially after what happened before homeroom. You had been worried about her all day. She huffs and went up to the teacher to ask for permission to use the restroom, knowing that you couldn't stop her and that the teacher only allowed one student to go at a time. When she returned to the workshop about ten minutes later, she didn't even look at you anymore. But she did seem super agitated which only caused you to be more concerned and even a bit anxious. What the hell was going on?

"Hey, could we talk? Please?"

"What's there to talk about? I'm gonna be late for my shift." Amber says dismissively.

A lie. She had more than a half hour to get there.

That look on her face was seriously starting to irk you, why was she acting as if you owed her the world?

"So?" She tilted her head up, "What? What is it that you wanted to talk about?"

"What happened?" You asked, "Why are you acting like this? I'm just trying to help you and you're acting like— like you hate me now."

"I don't hate you." Amber's gaze softened as she gnawed on her lower lip, "I'm sorry, okay? It's just that something happened last night with my Mom and I've been pissed off about it." "What happened?" You repeated, "Let me help you, Amber."

And then that expression was back on her face, that annoyed, unhappy look. It was very subtle, but having spent nearly everyday with her, you knew.

"I don't need your help."

"So then you're just gonna be like this from now? So angry?" You snapped.

"I don't need your help y/n, leave me alone."

"Fuck, Amber. Why is it so hard for you to ask for help? Let people help you?" Your voice got shaky towards the end, you were looking right into her eyes. That harsh glare had its moments of softening, she was about to cry.

"I don't know what to do." She mumbles, "I don't know how anyone will be able to help me. I didn't want you to know that I—"

You tug on her arm and told her to sit down on the bench, you did the same. "Amber, it's okay. You can tell me anything. Whatever it is, we'll be okay. We'll figure it out...get through it."

And that triggered the waterworks. Amber just broke down in tears and gave you the shock of your life. You instantly engulfed her in a hug, rubbing her back to calm her down. "Last night— they found out me and my Mom have been sleeping on— on one of the school's buses."

Oh. Fuck, it was much worse than what you could've guessed. Your heart shattered, you couldn't believe you didn't find out sooner and helped her, and her Mom.

"She got fired and she was just so upset and I didn't know what to do because she wanted me to go stay at Oliver's with her but he hits her and has her drinking again. I didn't want that, so I told her no, told her not to go...but she still went so I just— I slept on a bench and now— I guess, now you know."

"Stay with me." You told her, biting back the rapidly forming tears. "Please, Amber, let me help you. You're my best friend, I don't want you to feel unsafe at Oliver's, I don't want you sleeping on benches, I don't want you to be scared to come to me for help. Do you have any idea how much you've helped me since we met on our first day?"

Amber sniffled, "You're my best friend, of course I'd help you."

"And you're mine, of course I'd help you." You breathed out heavily, a painful lump in your throat.

"I got to get to the donut shop." Amber got up, taking a deep breath to recompose herself, "I'll see you later? Promise."

"What time do you get off?"

"Eight-thirty."

"I'll be there." You promised. A small smile tugs at the corners of her lips, "Okay."

————

While you headed home, Amber headed in the opposite direction towards the donut shop. The whole time, her revelation kept replaying in your mind on a loop. You simply could not shake it off. In the shower, it had you screaming out of frustration from the fact that it kept haunting you. "Fuck!" You groaned, fist slamming into the wall on your side, "Stop it! Stop it, just help her. Stop thinking about it, Amber's alright right now."

After your shower, you dried off, got dressed and started to deep clean the house. Again, out of frustration. And to distract yourself. It worked, though you were sweaty again after you finished the chores two hours later. Plopping onto the couch, you stared at the clock: 6:35pm. You had plenty of time before you had to go pick Amber up from work. Your Mom was on the way home from work, your Dad was on a business trip. But that was the least of your worries because they knew Amber and absolutely adored her. Amber doesn't come by to hang out that much, because she worked after school most days, but they knew her and knew her well enough to trust her completely.

After some thinking, you got started on dinner. Your mom gets home right around that time. "Mom, hey."

“Hi, sweetie." You mom smiled at you, approaching the kitchen, "What are you making?"

"Nothing fancy, just a lasagna since we had the ingredients." You smiled back, "Um, Mom? Amber's gonna have to stay with us for awhile."

"Oh. Amber? No problem, she can stay as long as she wants to." She agreed quickly.

"Thanks." You were a little shocked by the fact that she didn't even need to know more first, but really relieved she didn't and trusted you and Amber like that.

Your Mom excuses herself to go take a shower, you acknowledge that with a nod and off she went while you finished up putting the lasagna together then into the oven. And when your Mom came back downstairs, the lasagna was done, fresh out the oven. "Honey, that smells amazing." "Thanks, mom." You beamed brightly, "Oh, I have to go pick Amber up in a few, but if you want you can eat first."

"It's okay, honey. I'll wait, I'm not that hungry yet since Jodie at the office brought cake to celebrate her birthday."

"Oh, alright. I'll get going now, but I'll see you back here in a bit."

"Drive safe, sweetie." Your Mom gives you a hug before you leave.

It was a short drive to the donut shop. You pulled up right outside, watching Amber wipe down the counter and then she saw you. Her face lit up with a smile before she waves at you. Lloyd sees you as well and waved hello. Amber puts the rag aside, picked up a pink box and walked outside to meet you. "Good night, Lloyd!"

"See ya, Amber!"

"Hello." Amber was back to her usual self now, and thank god because you couldn't cry anymore, no way.

"Hey, how was work?"

"It was fun, never boring because Lloyd's always cracking jokes." Amber shrugs, "And we get free donuts."

"Those are always great." You nodded gleefully.

Parking your car in the garage, you stepped inside the house with her swiftly. "Hi!" Amber greeted you Mom instantly.

Your Mom playfully stares at her, "Remember not to call me 'Mrs. y/ln'?"

"Yes, I remember, Eda. How are you?"

"I had a good day at work, got to leave on time." Your Mom answers, "It's been awhile, and I get to see you?"

Amber chuckles, amused. "I come bearing donuts."

"Do you have rainbow sprinkle?" You and your Mom asked in unison. Amber laughs, so did you and your Mom.

"Certainly do. You each get one."

Dinner was lovely, you got to be with Amber and your Mom. Having good food and chatting the night away. But eventually, dinner concluded and you were by the sink— with Amber, washing up the dishes. Your Mom was gonna do it, but you offered, seeing that she was likely tired from work. "Let me help you."

"You are helping." You squint at her jokingly, "By standing here and chatting with me. Keeps me awake."

After the dishes were dried, you head up to your room with Amber at your heel, holding onto your hand as you walked up the stairs. She initiated the hand-holding, not you. But honestly, as startled as you were, you did not want to let go. Why? You were happy she was showing you affection.

Amber would be sleeping in your bed with you. It was big enough for two but besides that, it wouldn’t be the first time she slept here. She had no objections to sharing a bed with you, with you being her best friend.

“Just take whatever clothes you like.” You told her as she stood by your dresser rifling through the drawer, “Towels are in the bathroom. So are extra toothbrushes and pads— if you need them.”

“Okay.” She answered softly, “Thanks, y/n. Really. You don’t know what you’re doing for me, I can’t ever thank you enough.”

“As long as you’re safe, that’s a big enough thank you.” You replied earnestly.

“I’m gonna go take a shower, if that’s okay.”

“Of course.” You nodded, “Take your time. I’ll just…be here getting comfy in bed.”

She grabs a carefully selected stack of clothing and began walking towards your bathroom. “Amber wait.”

“What is it?” She asked, turning around to face you completely.

“Where’s Bobby?” You asked nervously.

“I left him at Ricky’s this morning.” Amber tells you.

“Oh.” You heaved a sigh of relief.

Amber leaves you alone for the next twenty minutes to shower, then she was back out with you again. You picked up on a difference in her mood, it was intense and made your heart race. She was looking at you a certain…way that made butterflies rage in your chest.

“Can I…give you something?” She asks, sitting down next to you.

“What?” You asked with caution.

“A kiss.”

“A kiss? Sure, Amber. You, want to kiss me?” You scoffed. But in the next second you feel her hand on your cheek, her face inches away from yours. “Yes.”

“Amber, you’re vulnerable right now, I don’t think I should—”

“That’s not why I want to kiss you.” Amber says, face somehow closer.

Fuck, you were so tempted. You wanted this. You’ve dreamed of this.

“Okay.” You decided, she kisses you. Not just fleetingly but a hungry, long kiss that caused you to ache. When she pulled away, you were damn near whining into her mouth. One thing led to another that night, it was everything you could’ve ever imagined and more. Amber was passionate, but so, so gentle with you, it was the best sex you’ve ever had and the first time anyone’s made you come.

As happy as you were, you were quickly bothered with the question of ‘what are we?’ right as you sobered up. Was this a confession of sorts that led to more? Or was it just…a one night stand? You looked at her looking at you, wondering if it was the right thing to do albeit enthusiastic consent from both parties, given the circumstance.

Before you could even process that you had tears in your eyes, she was asking you if you were okay. “I’m worried.” You revealed without much thought.

“Why? What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know.” You continued, “I’m scared that I shouldn’t have done that because you’re—”

“I wanted that, okay? Don’t be scared, I would’ve stopped you if I didn’t want that.” She caresses your cheek.

“But I’m more worried about how things would be like between us now, Ams.” Your voice quivered with each word, “I— I wanted to tell you that I had feelings for you but I could never do it, I just— I didn’t want things between us to change, not in a good way.”

Amber smiles, thumb still smoothing over your cheek, “I like you too, y/n. So much, I wouldn’t have done something like that with you if I didn’t. We’re okay, we’re more than okay. We’re spectacular.”

You laughed a little then ended up bursting into tears while your head was nuzzled against her chest. Amber rubs your back, planting a kiss to the crown of your head, “You are mine.”

A smile creeps onto your face, “I’m yours.”

Amber chuckles, combing her hand through your hair in a calming motion. “Yes, you are. About time.”

“Good night.” You whispered, then took some deep breaths to even out your breathing.

“Sweet dreams, honey.”

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cyn I will die on this hill but nerdy football girls and nerdy football guys are top tier (soccer) also ilysm <3 hru

SOOOOO REAL 😫 literally my crush u guys 😁 also i’m SO good omg yesterday sucked but today omw to school i was like today’s gonna be the best day ever!!!! AND SO FAR ITS BEEN SOOOO GOOD 😇 i got coffee this morning and usually they don’t put as much caramel as i’d like so it turns out a little bitter (i still like it anw LOL) but today it was nice n sweet!!! and then i was supposed to have history first period but my teacher had to do smth so he let us go to the library to do our work there AND MY FRIENDS WERE THERE 😊 so i got to sit w them!!! and then in english my teacher needed someone to go get the things she printed so she asked me to go cause i’m one of the few people who knows where it is 😭 but she was like “get one of the guys to go w you too” & i was like “which one” n she said “idk you pick” BUT I WASNT AB TO PICK LMAOOO 😭😭 i hate picking and choosing sm 😣 LUCKILY my crush volunteered to go w me 😁 and we chatted while walking & i discovered he speaks german fluently 😫 it was such a fun convo he’s so sweet LOL we spoke mostly in arabic cause we both speak it & he told me ab how he’s always worried ab losing his native language which is soooo cute i wish i was the same but unfortunately mines already half gone 😭 anw my english teacher’s stuff wasn’t there so let’s all hope she sends us again tomorrow!!!!!!! 😁😁 anw we went back to class and i was a little ahead of him but then once we got close to the door he went ahead of me n opened the door for me n went “ladies first” HELLLOOOOO 😭😭😭😭🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼 fast forward to maths some new kid showed up & i thought nothing of it but the guys in my class seemed to be pretty curious LOL we had double maths last 2 periods so after that i was omw to leaving the school and i passed by all the guys in my class n they were all talking ab this new guy LMAO and MY CRUSH SAW ME & HE SPOKE TO ME!!!! he was like “i’m so curious ab the new kid 🤔” and i was like oo yeah 🤔🤔🤔 and i stood there for a little to see if they had anything else to say to me but they didn’t LMAO they were all super into their convo (if you’ve seen teenage guys talk to each other you’ll know what i mean 😭) but i mumbled a small bye anw AND HE WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO HEARD ME N HE SAID BYE BACK😊😊😊 anw on an unrelated note i have to do a horrific amount of maths questions for homework due on THURSDAY im not getting time to breathe at all w this maths teacher 😭 but u win some u lose some ig!!! HOW WAS UR DAY LIZ !!! LOVE U SO KUCH HARDER

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34 with jack? X

Thank you so much for the request!

34. “You’ve always been more than a friend to me, I just didn’t have the courage to admit it, and now I’ve lost you”

I think that everyone has their person. The one who makes them feel safe and loved. No matter how hard I try to feel differently Jack Rowden Hughes is that person for me.

We met freshman year of Highschool and we became fast friends. I was great at school and he was good at.. buying me food. Actually he was amazing at everything besides school but that didn’t matter because I completed him in that area. He is funny, kind, and knows how to make me feel special.

Girls began to notice Jack quickly. I was never put on the back burner but I also realized that I was never going to be one of those girls. The ones he dated. I was the one he played monopoly with at the lake. It hurt for a while but guys never saw me that way anyway.

Until one did. Alex Turcotte was always sweet and stoic, exactly the kind of guy I would usually want. For years I was blinded by Jack and I didn’t notice Alex.

Then last year he pulled me aside at the lake house confessing to me a crush he had had for a while. We had a summer fling and it was perfect.

Until today when Alex texted me to ask me why I wasn’t in the Lake House groupchat anymore. Apparently Jack took me out without telling me.

So I stormed over to his house. When the door swings open I can see him tense. “Hey y/n, what’s up?” He asks hesitantly.

“Not much Jack I just came here to ask what’s going on with you. Since last summer you’ve been really off with me and now I’m not invited to the lake. Did I do something wrong?” I thought I would sound angry but I just sounded hurt.

His hands went up to his eyes rubbing them in frustration. “I just don’t want you to go this year okay? Can you just accept that? How did you even find out anyway?”

“Alex told me -”

“Of course he did.” Jack interrupts. His voice has an edge to it I’ve never heard him use with me.

“Yeah he did but that doesn’t matter. You should have told me. You’re my best friend and you won’t even talk to me when somethings wrong. Why are you shutting me out?”

He sighs, “You’ve always been more than a friend to me, I just didn’t have the courage to admit it, and now I’ve lost you. So yeah I don’t want to see your face all summer and remind myself of how bad I screwed up. Can you please just leave.”

He closes the door on my face as tears fall from my eyes. I immediately grab my phone to call Alex.

The next night I finally gather my courage to go back to his house. It’s late probably around midnight and I know my face is still red from crying but I don’t much care.

I walk up to his door and knock until he opens the door. “Y/n what are you -” I don’t let him finish his sentence before I press his lips to mine.

I’ve never kissed like this before. With Alex it was slow, sweet, and exploring. With jack we were attacking each other. All the tension, aggression, and passion was colliding into this kiss. Before long I was pulled into his house door closed behind me.

He pushes me up against the door and breaks the kiss. “What about Alex. I love you but please tell me you’re not cheating on Alex.” He says breathlessly.

“I called him yesterday breaking it off. He was fine with it, we were always more friends then anything.” I hurry out desperate to feel him on me once again. My brain catches up a moment later. “Wait you love me?”

His hands still clutching my hips he pulls me closer, “Of course I love you, do you love me?”

“I love you so much I can barely breathe.” I admit.

He has my lips addicted to his and my heart in his pocket before I can even think.

“Be with me?” He asks.

“In every way.”

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Prompt: 11. Forgotten Gift

Pairing: Snape x Fem!OC

POV: Dual (Snape, Third & OC, First)

Setting: Hogwarts

Continuation of: 10. Gingerbread & Peppermints

A/N: I hope December is wonderful for you darling, over here it’s been a bit of a madhouse and my daughter is yet again sick (preschool life 😂) but we’re doing well. Except I seem completely incapable of writing short things and a fic a day is no easy thing to do for an entire month - so the length doesn’t really help but I hope you’re enjoying my shenanigans! 😅💚 Let’s dive right back in where we left off yesterday right away! 😍

Tags/TW’s: Emotional Hurt (No Comfort), Mutual Pining, Confusing Emotions, Revelations, Confessions, Low Self-esteem, Judged by Appearance, Slight Jealousy

Word Count: 4.6k+

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≪ Rosanna’s POV ≫

I hugged myself as I stood by the large windows in my new, temporary office. The grounds spread out below, covered in snow that glistened in the moonlight. It felt strange to be back at Hogwarts five years after my graduation. To walk the halls, and see parts of the castle previously unavailable to me when I was a student. A lot of things had changed about me, very little had changed here though.

I couldn’t help but wonder if professor Snape ever even reflected on the holiday gift I had sent the first Christmas after I had graduated, three months after having become something other than a student. “Probably not,” I sighed and shook my head with a wry smile, feeling slightly dejected.

I wasn’t usually so… dreary in my mood or thoughts but seeing him again, coming to terms with what I thought had been a mere teenage crush being more, it put me in quite an uncomfortable state. What was I supposed to do about the feelings I had in my heart? I was nothing to him, he even looked at me with a grander coldness than before — when I was the invisible student professors usually glanced over. I wasn’t a brilliant scholar but I worked hard, I wasn’t loud or surrounded by friends but I had been quite happy about my life — which wasn’t quite normal when it came to life during these evolving years.

I was just regular, normal, overlooked but probably somewhat appreciated for being one of the kids the professors hadn’t had to think about really. It was different now, though. I grew up, my body evolved and I went from the flat teenager to the curvy adult. My hair grew thicker, like my grandmother’s, and my face lost the childish features only to take on the beauty of my mother. I noticed it, and so did others. But honestly, I preferred my looks before I became the one people took a double take on. Before I turned heads, before I couldn’t tell if someone was a friend or just looking to get lucky.

Honestly, it sucked. But I did learn to use it to my advantage when times were hard. Unfortunately, it also meant that people gave me a chance just for my looks, but didn’t keep me around after they knew there was nothing I was willing to offer of myself to them. None even cared enough to look at my work, or notice my ethics, or talk to me about anything of importance. “Snape did though, when I wanted to learn about more difficult potions… But, that was me just trying to get his attention so really, I’m as bad as everyone else. But I was a teenager,” I blabbered out to myself and shook my head once more before turning to get some order established around my new desk — currently cluttered and littered with books — just to distract myself from the cold feeling in my chest.

I gathered up a heap of books to put on a trolly when the door swung open, startling me enough to make the books clatter to the floor. I didn’t have time to think about it though. “You,” professor Snape said with a slight huffing to his breathing while standing in the doorway. “M-me, professor?” I asked, not knowing what to think while my heart sped up just from him being near. “It was you,” he continued while stepping in with long strides, his cloak swishing about behind him.

My eyes widened at his harsh but strange tone. “I-, it was me? I’m sorry, professor, but I don’t know—” “Five years ago,” he said and stalked up to me, “you sent me a Christmas gift, peppermints.”

I blinked at him, not understanding why he barged into my office, talking about the gift I’d sent all those years ago in hopes of-, well, something foolish. “I-, yes, I did,” I said, fidgeting with my hands in front of me. “You didn’t like them? Was it the wrong kind?” you asked, almost certain you had bought the exact kind he usually carried with him in a small satin bag. It was one of the things you had noticed while admiring the man from afar.

Snape’s eyes widened, his back straightening. “For months, I wondered who had sent me a Christmas gift, you left no note.” “Oh, I-, well I didn’t really want to-, umh, well I didn’t think-, I just thought you-,” I stuttered, unable to form any real meaning when he looked at me so intently, his onyx eyes fixated on me. “Are you always this eloquent?” he asked in a rumbled drawl.

My entire face burned, even the tips of my ears hidden behind my thick hair. Is he angry? “Miss Kindra,” he said harshly, “why did you send me that gift?” “Because I liked you-, because I like you.” WHAT AM I SAYING?!

Snape blanched, his lips slightly parting while his smaller eyes widened. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, professor!” I nearly shouted out while holding my hands up and out. “I shouldn’t have said that, I’m so sorry. I—” “This is nonsense,” he snarled.

Before I had time to speak another word he had spun around and stalked out of my office, the bookcase door left wide open while I watched him disappear with stiff shoulders and his cloak billowing behind him from the rapid pace to his long strides.

I took a stumbling step to the side, finding purchase on the side of the desk while my knees shook and trembled. The warm blush was replaced by cold dread turning my tanned skin paler than usual. What have I done?

≪ Severus’s POV ≫

The door to his quarters slammed shut while he strode ahead; his chest tight, his heart pounding. Her words rang in his head, unfathomable. Yet he walked right up to his bed, pulling open the drawer of his bedside table.

The content rattled and there, furthest in, it lay. The satin bag those peppermints had come in was as pristine as the day he received the gift. He reached out and took it, his thumb stroking the smooth fabric while lifting it up.

‘I like you’ rang in his head in her wondrous voice. The laugh he’d heard in Dumbledore’s office echoed in the back of his head, warming his chest which felt unnaturally tight. Why can I not remember you? He wondered while racking through his memories for any glimpse of you, surely he’d remember someone like you?

He spent the rest of the night wondering, trying to find out who you had been all those years ago when that gift had arrived in the Great Hall during the Christmas dinner. Minerva had spent quite some time teasing him about the secret admirer who’d gifted him his most favoured treat, that he incidentally always kept close. One of the few pleasures he afforded himself. He hadn’t thought anyone took notice of such a thing, it was never visible that he had one usually resting under his tongue when he wasn’t teaching.

When morning arrived he felt stiffer than usual. At the very least it was Sunday, meaning no classes and fortunately no detentions to deal with. So he dressed and headed to breakfast while doing his utmost not to think of what happened last night while he stalked through the halls decorated with garlands and other knick-knacks he paid no mind to.

The hall was nearly empty at the early hour, most students sleeping in and professors having breakfast in their own quarters. So he sat himself down and grabbed the mug of black coffee which appeared before him.

“Good morning, professor.” He damn near choked on the hot coffee when her happy voice took him off-guard. He glared up at her, her smile faltering and her tanned cheeks took on a hint of a blush. “Sorry, professor, I’ll just-, umh, alright,” she stammered out in a rush and moved three chairs away from him. “Snape’s at it again,” he heard a girl whisper. “Poor Miss Kindra,” another said, “she seems so nice.” “And so pretty,” a boy chuckled while Severus focused on his coffee. Disregarding the whispering students while he hardened his features as his heart had sped up from her sudden appearance by his side.

He still hadn’t managed to remember her from before. No matter how he searched the faces in his memory she wasn’t there. There was none like her he could remember. But, truthfully, there was something else about her that had nothing to do with her looks which he felt strangely drawn to. The laugh, her voice, the way her eyes positively twinkled and the sweet way she seemed to always blush when someone looked at her. Why she would do so when she was such a beautiful woman who surely got looked at plenty often he could not fathom.

“Miss Kindra,” a seventh-year boy who had dared step up to the teachers’ table said and Severus turned his head with a flurry to tell him off for disturbing the woman during her breakfast but his words got stuck in his throat.

She was smiling gently at the boy. She looked stunning, but not at all like she had looked a moment ago — flustered and nervous. Her fingers weren’t fidgeting, her eyes weren’t twinkling and her smile was sweet but not quite the smile he had seen her with before. It looked more friendly.

“Could I have some help with a book?” the boy asked while fixing the strap of his bag, the tips of his ears were bright red while he looked at the woman. “Mr Colin, certainly, you can find me in the library in an hour.” “Thank you, Miss Kindra, I’ll bring the others.” “Oh, others?” she asked, her eyebrows raised a bit and the boy pointed with his thumb over his shoulder where four more boys sat by the Hufflepuff table.

Something in Severus’s chest tightened while his mouth thinned at the eager looks they all sent towards Miss Kindra. Yet, she seemed thoroughly unaffected and simply waved to the blushing boys filled with teenage hormones. She’s been here less than a day and they are swarming to her, he thought and why it bothered him so much he couldn’t quite tell. She seemed like someone who could easily be taken advantage of with that sweet smile and inviting looks.

His hand hardened around the mug’s ear. But it wasn’t his place to say anything, the woman was old enough to take care of herself, being in her early twenties he guessed while he was just a month away from turning thirty.

He gritted his teeth, took another sip of the coffee and found it unappetizing while his entire body acted up as he tried not to look towards Miss Kindra. Nonsense, he thought to himself and stood up to leave. Not before he noticed the blasted woman looking towards him with that infernal smile that looked both nervous and inviting at the same bloody time. He simply arched a brow at her, hardening himself on the outside while his insides seemed overwhelmed by her. There was truly something about her that he could not help but be drawn to. Something about her that he felt different about than he’d done regarding anyone else before.

He strode off, not affording the beautiful woman who’d not long ago had said she liked him another glance — even if it took all his strength not to look back as he exited the Great Hall. The words still rang so clearly in his head and he did not know what to make of them, what to think of them. Or her. Just her looks were enough to turn every head when she walked by, and he found her absolutely enchanting to view but it was what lay in her, something he couldn’t term yet felt inexplicably drawn to. Something that resonated with him. Even the manner in which she looked at him was different to how she appeared to look at others — did he terrify her as he did all else?

≪ Rosanna’s POV ≫

It had taken over two hours to deal with the gang of teenage boys ogling her, not truly listening to her words but giving her their full attention. This was a bad idea, she groaned at herself while resting her head in her hands, elbows on her desk where she was hiding away in her office.

She drew a deep breath and tried to quench all the emotions raging in her. She had hoped Hogwarts would be a different environment to work in but of course not. She was surrounded by raging hormones. How stupid she had been to take the temp job, not that I did it for the work… I just thought-, hoped, ugh, I wanted to see him. Why lie to myself?

My eyes watered as I remembered the countless places I had found work, and each place had been the same. Drooling men, envious women, grinning boys and inappropriate comments coming from all ends — making me uncomfortable and all too aware of where I stood in society according to others. Was this how mum felt?

I pushed my fingers into my hair, snivelling as my tears began to flow. It seemed history was to repeat itself over and over, no matter where I went. Not even the place where I had been of no importance, where I had been just some student, allowed me to be something other than a walking ogle-attractor. “Why is it always like this? I have more than my looks to offer…” And he doesn’t even look at me, I thought perhaps I’d at least get that as a reward for living with this.

I sighed and straightened up, lacing my fingers and squeezing my hands to centre myself. “But he just glares at me, like he dislikes me more than anyone else…” The words felt heavy to utter and something in my chest hurt terribly at it. It was the one thing I’d hoped I’d gain from looking like I did. The one thing I could get out of it, having the attention of the only man I had ever truly liked… And he seems to hate me, from the second he saw me in the headmaster’s office.

I snivelled anew and dragged my hand under my nose before wiping my cheeks of the tears.

A knock came from the door and I hurried to shake myself out of the dreary mood, clapping my cheeks a bit to stop the tears while putting on a smile. “Come in!” I called while walking around my desk and the door opened slowly. Once more he was there, standing in my office like a tall shadow filling the room with his presence and snagging my breath with his dark eyes glaring at me.

≪ Severus’s POV ≫

His step faltered when her eyes found his. The chocolate colour seemed duller than a few hours ago, her eyes and cheeks reddened, puffy. Crying? Why did that thought hurt so severely within him?

He cleared his throat discreetly while the door closed slowly behind him. “Professor, I’m not in the right frame of mind to entertain at the moment,” she said and the way her voice sounded so bleak compared to before stirred something in him. Touched a memory long since forgotten. “Can this wait?” she asked while her arms came up to hug her own midsection. It drew his eyes to the ample breasts hidden behind a tightly fitted blouse. He flicked his eyes back up to her face with haste. She seemed to not even have noticed, thankfully.

“I have something for you,” he said and produced the satin bag he had been clutching behind his cloak. Her eyes widened as he held it out. “You-, you kept it? All this time?” she asked and the way her fingers reached out to touch it had his spine stiffening. “I did,” he said with a rumble far darker than he wished.

She looked up at him and made her hand retreat. “It was a gift to you, it’s yours, professor,” she said and smiled meekly at him. He wanted to step closer, study those warm eyes that he felt belonged to someone that wasn’t the woman in front of him. “I cannot remember,” he said, still holding out the bag for her to take back, “and someone like you should be impossible to forget.”

His eyes widened as a loud laugh burst from Miss Kindra, the reaction not what he’d thought. “Because of this face? These looks? This body?” she sighed out, almost exasperated while holding out her hands — showing all the beautiful curves of her shape. Yet his eyes remained trained on hers. There was something familiar about them in the state she was currently in.

“I hoped-, I thought-, but no, no of course the only man I’ve ever-, I should never have taken this stupid job!” she exclaimed while turning around and hugging herself anew while walking over to the windows, her shoulders drawn up for a moment before she exhaled deeply and they sank back down.

There.

In that moment.

He knew. He remembered.

“You wished to learn about healing potions,” he said in a low rumble while his mind finally managed to place her. An old student of his. But she had looked nothing like she did now back then, her entire aura was different. Closed off and… hurt. That’s what he had sensed, that was what he had felt resonating with him on the inside when he looked at her. A sense of deep hurt.

“Rosanna Kindra,” he exhaled as he connected the dots between the past and the present.

≪ Rosanna’s POV ≫

I exhaled, my lungs stiffening within my chest as he spoke my name for the first time. I hadn’t thought it would make me feel so discouraged. I had always thought I would have marvelled and loved it, but now things were different.

“I remember now,” he said quietly. “You asked to be tutored outside classroom hours, yet you never seemed to fully pay attention,” he continued harshly. “Of course not, I’m as bad as those boys,” you sighed while shame crept beneath your skin. I’m no better… “Boys?”

I spun around, finding him a mere step away from me with his brow lifted in a perfect arch. “I’ve just spent two hours being ogled by teenage boys,” you said while you tried to not think about how you found him so extremely handsome. “And I should be used to it, always being stared at and having the most inappropriate comments thrown my way with smirks,” I continued while I tried so damn hard to not allow my eyes to roam the man before me.

“And I did that to you back then,” I exhaled, having to turn my head as I couldn’t look at him with the raging of my heart mingling with the guilt I felt from all those years ago when I was young and foolishly blinded by hormones or what other nonsense have you — so what’s my excuse now? “Did, what?” he drawled. “Ugh, you’re going to make me say it?”

Snape nearly sneered at me. I sighed. “I had a huge crush on you, professor,” I confessed anew. “A crush?” he asked, apparently confused, or in disbelief. “Yes, I had a crush on you. A massive, foolish crush on my professor.” The words felt awful to speak out loud, even more so when spoken to the man himself who I still bloody liked beyond reason.

“I thought-, well, I hoped-, ugh,” I groaned and threw my hands in the air while pacing back and forth in the office, feeling his eyes follow me each step. “I thought maybe, now, when I look like this you’d-, I don’t know! I thought you’d notice me,” I said while deflating in the middle of the room. Snape still stared at me, unmoving.

“I thought, this damn curse of looking like this would at least give me a chance… But you-, you only glare at me. Stalking away from me, looking at me as if you hate me and now-, now I feel so stupid for having come here thinking you’d notice me like everyone else always seem to do and maybe these looks would finally be good for something.” “Curse?” he asked, his voice a bit stronger than before. “Figure of speech,” I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose with my other hand on my hip.

“You think me indifferent to your… appearance?” he asked and I looked towards him, my hands falling to my sides. “Of course you’re indifferent, nothing gets your attention. If it’s not a student breaking a rule or something,” I said with a humourless chuckle. “One of the things I like about you… You’re not swayed by anything,” I continued honestly. “You have no idea,” he said, sending shivers down my spine with that thrumming voice of his. “Clearly, looks aren’t everything, Miss Kindra. Yours being…” His eyes wandered up and down my body at that and my limbs stiffened under his eyes.

“Being, what? Not to your liking?” I asked, readying myself to hear those dreaded words as my looks felt like all I had left. “Most pleasing,” he said, and I blanched for a second. “You like how I look?” “I’m no blind bat,” he gritted out with a huff. “But looks aren’t everything, you said.” “Looks can be… deceiving.”

I threw my hands up into the air. “Of course, now I’m a deceiver too, fan-frikking-tastic! I just can’t win, can I,” I exclaimed and sighed, feeling myself turn sadder by the minute. “You know what, just leave, Severus. Just leave if you’re going to glare at me like that and say such hurtful things.” “I am not glaring at you.” “D’you need a mirror?” I huffed while crossing my arms under my boobs, resorting to a temper tantrum rather than to allow my tears to fall from the pain in my chest. Seven bloody years, five, bloody, years away from him and still...

≪ Severus’s POV ≫

She was infuriating. He couldn’t understand how the words he had planned to say never got a chance to be uttered and now he’d upset her something fiercely and he had no idea what he’d done to make her react in such a manner. That he himself was upset about seeing her in such a state he couldn’t quite figure out either.

“Miss Kindra,” he sighed, “I merely came to return the bag and thank you for the cookies.” “Of course you did,” she grumbled. “Will you cease with this-, this behaviour?” he asked while clenching his fists, feeling a terrible need to hold her. “What behaviour? I’m hurt, Severus!” she shouted but all he could do was marvel at the way her voice sounded his name. It sounded beautiful for the first time in his miserable life.

“By Merlin, my life’s gone to the dogs,” she said and he couldn’t keep from stepping up to her. She was in reach and he wanted to tell her that her looks were captivating but that was not what seemed to touch him each and every time he saw her; was close to her.

“Tell me, Miss Kindra,” he began quietly, “how did you plan for all this to go?” he asked with an arched brow, feeling quite hot and bothered in her viewing of him so up close. “How I’d-, what?” “Have you looked at me?” he asked, straightening his back but taking no pride in his appearance. He wasn’t handsome, wasn’t attractive in any manner really — that wasn’t anything new to him and it had been five years since the woman before him had been his student when he was younger, twenty-four years of age.

“I’ve done nothing but look at you,” she said quietly, her voice heavy and he took half a step back at the honesty in her voice. “And you-, like me? You?” he asked, feeling uneasy and off-kilter under that warm look she offered. “For a long time.” She’s playing me for a fool, he thought while his lips thinned and he leaned forward, getting up close to her gorgeous, blushing face. “You are a terrible liar,” he snarled. “You’re blushing and averting your gaze, unable to look me in the eye while you speak lies.” And I won’t be made a fool of.

A small gasp escaped her lips while she looked absolutely horrified, hurt again. And then something about her changed. Her shoulders squared and she appeared to bristle under his gaze, forcing him to straighten while she became positively thunderous a head below him.

She poked his chest with a slender finger, her nails perfectly manicured. “How dare you?” she hissed. “How dare you!” “I am—” “Oh no, no you seal those lips of yours and listen,” she scolded while pushing her sharp nail into the fabric of his frock coat. “I have spent years, years longing for you, thinking about you wondering what I could ever do to reach you,” she said while taking half a step forward, getting up close and personal while he remained ramrod straight.

“I have been attracted to you for seven years now, and I knew I could do nothing about it as a student, looking the way I did and being absolutely nothing special,” she said harshly while her eyes watered. “And here you stand, saying I’m not allowed to like what you look like? That I can’t like you because I look like this?” “I did not say—” “Didn’t you though? Didn’t you just say that, Severus?”

He opened and shut his mouth, twice, lost for words. For he had. He judged her out mostly for the way she looked, for surely someone looking like her couldn’t possibly like his appearance? Yet it’s not the looks, it’s that infernal feeling you are exuding when you look at me.

“You never even took notice enough of me to recognise my handwriting, which you spent seven years reading,” she said and pushed once with her nail before lowering her hand. “Maybe I should judge you out for judging me now that I look like this?” she nearly snarled at him and he felt his mouth dry up. For he had been judging her ever since he had laid eyes upon her in Dumbledore’s office.

“Leave,” she said coldly, “before another forgotten gift is dragged out of history.” “Miss Kindra, I—” “Just leave, professor Snape,” she sighed while turning around dismissing him completely. For once he had no words to speak. He felt like a scolded little boy for the first time in years, and rightly so. But the manner she held her shoulders up, how she seemed to tense more and more for each passing second, had his heart in a twist. For, perhaps, she had been completely honest and now he had managed to ruin yet another chance at something… beautiful. Something he thought himself not worthy of.

So, he turned and walked away, opening the hidden door. “I apologize,” he said quietly. “For not remembering and, now…” All he got in return was a deep sigh from her, her back turned against him. He closed the door and headed off towards his private quarters with thudding steps that seemed to turn heavier and heavier to further away from her he went.

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[Dec:2022]

[sleepingpillscosmos]

hi i’d like to request “can i hold your hand? is that weird to ask?” with teen nanami specifically please thank you!

HOLD MY HAND — kento nanami

pairing: teen!kento nanami x fem!reader.

warnings/content: gojō is a pain in the ass. maybe ooc nanami but I imagine him like this. reader is a third year with shoko, getō and gojō. nanami is a second year. all that happened after toji's didn't happen because I need some delusion in my life.

wc: 1.4k.

requested: yes, by anon.

a/n: finally restarted to write again after a long time. I'll start again to write the event fics and I'll try to finish them by the end of the month. hope you enjoy this &lt;3

prompt: "can i hold your hand? is that weird to ask?"

"Are you guys even listening?" Gojō said, exasperated by your behaviour. You were currently sitting on the stairs that led to the training field with Shoko, Getō and Gojō. It was a relaxing friday afternoon, you didn't have any lessons, as they were finished for this week, and nobody had to go abroad for any kind of mission.

This week was exhausting. Yaga decided to make you all do extra training because of the exchange event coming up and nobody liked that. While sparring Getō accidentally broke Haibara's finger, you and shoko nearly broke each other's neck while practicing martial arts and Nanami sprained his ankle. All of that in one day.

Yaga wasn't happy about that, so he doubled your training sessions. But after seeing you all so tired yesterday, he chose to give you all an extra free day, which was going wonderfully, if you don't take into account Satoru's whining about who knows what. Honestly nobody was listening to him, you were all too tired to do so.

"You don't even know how to pretend. You guys are awful." Satoru dramatically pointed out as he sat back on the stairs.

As Shoko lit another sigarette, you all restarted to talk about nonsense, just like always.

"uhm.. Hi.." a voice said behind you all, making you and your friends turn in confusion.

"Hello Nanami" Shoko waved at him, with her cigarette between her lips.

"Need somethin'?" Getō asked him.

"I just wanted to ask y/n a thing.." He said, looking at you, smiling slightly. You could see a faint blush on his cheeks. You all looked at him, waiting for his question, "In private.."

"What? You want to ask her to be your girlfriend?" Gojō immediately teased him as usual, which earned him a smack on his head from you, who already got up to go and talk to Nanami.

"So.. What do you want to ask me?" you questioned once you were far from the others.

"I.. Uhm.." Nanami stuttered, not being able to form a decent thought in his mind because of his nervousness. He looked everywhere but at you, fidgeting with his fingers.

"Kento, you know you can ask me anything, do you?" you tried to reassure him, putting your hand on his arm.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm down. You were starting to worry about what he was going to ask you since he was this nervous.

"I wanted to ask you," he took another deep breath, "Would you like to go out with me tomorrow?"

"For a moment you got me really worried," you said chuckling. "I'd love to"

Nanami's lips twitched upwards, he couldn't believe he was finally going out on a date with the girl he had a crush on for the past months. Honestly, he was prepared for a rejection, even if Haibara spent days telling him that it wouldn't happen. After all, you were perfect. You were beautiful, smart, funny, always ready to help anyone and always kind with everyone. And him.. Well, he was just Nanami. He didn't really think highly of himself.

"Alright so, it's okay for you if we meet at the front door at 5 pm?" Kento asked, no longer nervous but excited.

"Sounds perfect to me" you smiled kindly. He nodded, then you both got back, you went to your friends who couldn't wait to know what Nanami just asked you, and he went to tell the news to Haibara.

"So?" Gojō questioned immediately when you came back.

"Nothing that concerns you" you responded, just wishing to go back to your previous topic.

"Oh come on, that's unfair!" Gojō said dramatically while the others watched you two. They were silent, but they wanted to know as bad as Gojō.

"I don't see how that's unfair. It's between me and Kento" you claimed, hoping that it would end the little argument.

"So now it's Kento?" Gojō teased grinning, trying to push your buttons to get you to confess.

"I've always called him that, don't make up things" you were starting to get really annoyed, it was none of his business.

"Weren't you saying to us what Yaga told you the other day? I think you should tell y/n the story, I know she'll like it" thank god Getō changed the topic of your conversation, making Gojō completely forget about you and Nanami in an instant. He loved being the center of attention.

[...]

"Shoko!" you nearly screamed from your room calling for your best friend's help, where you were in your bathrobe in front of your wardrobe, not having a clue on what to wear.

You told yourself that you shouldn't worry this much, you were just going to hang out with Nanami, who already saw you all rusty and bloody after missions. But somehow you wanted to look prettier, more beautiful than ever, just for him.

You always liked Kento, even with his quiet personality, and anyone could tell so. You always spent a lot of time together, mainly because of your compatibility during missions and training and because you kind of forced him to. Not that he was mad or annoyed about it. Actually, he really liked when you literally barged in his room to watch a movie or to read a manga together.

"Yes?" she asked, emerging from the door, making a beeline for your bed.

"I don't know what to wear" you cried out, rubbing your face with your hands in frustration.

"I don't get why you're so pressed about it. You could literally wear a garbage bag and he would still think you look good" she said, looking at you in confusion.

"You're not helping" you mumbled. Shoko could see the way you were nervously tapping your foot on the floor, so, after taking a deep breath, she got up and walked till she met you in front of your wardrobe. After about two minutes of contemplating, she reached for an outfit and gave it to you.

You glanced at what she put in your hands, then you smiled and hugged your friend, who just saved you.

"You're the best Shoko!"

"Yeah yeah, I know" she responded laughing, "But now go and get ready, it's almost time"

She remained with you while you dressed and got ready, listening to all your rumblings and your worries while she assured you that this date would go well.

Once you were ready Shoko walked with you to the front door of the school, where Nanami was already waiting for you.

You gave one last hug to Shoko as you thanked her for what probably was the hundredth time and finally went to meet with your date.

[...]

The date went perfectly.

You both were a bit nervous at first, especially Kento, but it wore off not after long.

He decided to lead you to one of his favourites spots to read or just relax while watching the view from there. It was truly beautiful.

You sat down under a tree and enjoyed the sunset as you softly talked to each other, giggling and sharing shy smiles.

When it was time to go back, you were both a bit sad, but, unfortunately, you couldn't remain under that tree forever, so you started to walk back to the school in a comfortable silence.

"Can I hold your hand?" Kento asked without even thinking, his eyes widened and as realised what he just said, he became redder than ever. "Is that weird to ask?"

You were about to shake your head and reach for his hand yourself, but another voice, which wasn't Kento's, interrupted you.

"Yes it is! You dumba-" he got cut off, but you knew that annoying voice too well. One day you were going to suffocate him while he was sleeping.

"Gojō. I swear that I'm going to kill you and that your infinity will be completely useless.”

network: @enchantedforest-network.

[ilottcallum]

so um

[b-na]

strawberry milk

PAIRING: bff!yunjin x gn!reader

GENRE: one shot, fluff

WARNINGS: none

DESCRIPTION: Y/N has a crush on their strawberry milk drinking best friend.

PLAYLIST: strawberry milk - zeph, don’t get the deal - beabadoobee, speed of love - kwon eunbi, head cheerleader - pom pom squad

WORDCOUNT: 825

a/n: imagine yunjin actually hating strawberry milk and we all find out after this,, embarrassing. either way please enjoy this fic, i worked hard on it🫶🫶 also the kid was kind of a reference to when chuu danced for those people at the park on their “date”/birthday celebration🤭

I always see her sipping strawberry milk. Everyday when I enter the classroom I notice the little strawberry milk bottle on her desk. She always chats with her friends laughing at their jokes with the prettiest laugh in the galaxy. The way her nose scrunches mid laugh is probably the cutest thing in the world.

Our teacher had been so kind to seat me next to Yunjin during this term. Today, as usual, I see her sipping strawberry milk at her desk. As soon as she heard the door open she glued her eyes to the door. Her face lit up as she saw me.

“Y/N~ Girl! I missed you. Why didn’t you hangout with me yesterday?” she says as I sit down at my desk.

“I’m sorry, I really needed to study yesterday.” I told her with a small pout adorning my face.

“It’s okay~ We can do something today, after school. Okay?” she says as she envelopes me in a hug. I blush slightly at the contact before agreeing with a small nod.

As class starts I can’t help but get lost in my daydream. Imagining what it would be like if Yunjin saw me in the way that I see her. I spend hours and hours thinking about her lips, they look so soft and plump. I would kill to miss her, I bet they taste just as sweet as the strawberry milk she always drinks.

I stared at Yunjin for a little more before the teacher pulled me out of my daydream. “Y/N can you please tell me what I just went through?” Honestly, no. But being the stubborn person I am, I couldn't tell him that.

I felt a tap on my shoulder and saw Yunjin pointing to a quotation in her notebook with her pencil. “Yes sir, you were telling us how life without gravity would be.” The teacher seemed satisfied and turned back to the board. I smiled gratefully at Yunjin. Oh, could you please notice me.

I stand waiting by the cherry blossom trees that Yunjin and I agreed to meet at. Mid spring is the perfect time to admire the beautiful scenery of Korea. Or have a picnic, so that's what we are doing. I bought some of our favorite snacks from over the years, umeboshi, yellow kiwi, blueberries, choco songi and, of course, strawberry milk.

“Y/N!” Yunjin called as she sped towards the tree. “You prepared all of this? I thought we were just going to take a walk or something, this is so sweet.” she smiled.

“Well, anything for you.” I replied with the same look mirroring on my face.

As we sit down to eat I hear a little gleeful screech “You brought strawberry milk!” I look at Yunjin to see her face in complete delight. She pokes the straw through the lid of the little bottle. I smile at the scene unfolding in front of me. Cute.

We sat there chatting about everything and anything, schoolwork, music, and sports (Yeah, I know what you’re thinking. Sports? Sports. Yunjin likes them and therefore, I’ll talk about them.) and eating our picnic snacks for a little while before hearing a small “Excuse me.” I look up to see the face of a small child, maybe around 4-5 years old.

“Hi, how can I help you?” Yunjin asks with a small smile painting her face.

“Are you guys on a date? I've heard that two people on a picnic are usually on a date! You guys are so cute!” he quickly spat out with a cheerful tone. “Congratulations on your date,” she yelled out whilst dancing. “Con, grat, ula, ti, ons, on your date!” she danced out whilst punctuating every syllable in the word before running off again.

I sucked in a breath. She didn’t say that, did she? I must be dreaming. “What?” I whispered back looking into her eyes.

“We could be cute together, like a couple. I like you, a lot. And honestly I think I always have. You mean the world to me so, won't you give me a chance? Just one, if it doesn’t work out then we can just be friends but I’d like to try this too.”

It felt like my world stopped. Yunjin likes me. She likes me back and she always has. I really must be dreaming. I quickly pinch myself to see if I was in fact dreaming. Yunjin laughs at my reaction and I muster up a reply, “I would give you my whole heart but you stole it in advance so, yes I will gladly go out with you.”

Yunjin quickly engulfs me in a tight hug. This feels unreal. Life can change so quickly but I guess romance is just so sweet like strawberry milk.

@ MASTERLIST !!☆

[miyagifangkai]

Sensei Lawrence

Tagged: @vntgkenz

Taglist: @bb-skyrunner

Request: My request is she’s a newer friend of miguel’s, they became friends just after highschool, anyway he spends most of his time helping out at the dojo (just usually helping johnny teach n shit like that) and she tags along and meets johnny for the first time, basically she’s a total smart ass/loud mouth type person and johnny’s got a crush on her but she doesn’t give off any indication that she likes him back. so as time goes on, she keeps joining miguel whenever he goes to help out and johnny kind of teaches her one on one (but she’s picked up a few tricks) and basically she manages to pin johnny down and is like “because i won, you have to take me on a date.” and he’s staring up at her with the biggest shit eating grin on face.

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: Cursing, a few sexual remarks, a little violence, and I think that’s it lol

Characters Involved: Johnny Lawrence, Reader, Miguel, and Carmen

Couple Pairing: Johnny Lawrence x Reader

A/N: Hello!!! Thank you so much for the request! I enjoyed writing this one!! I changed a few things from the request. I hope you don’t mind. Again, thank you. And I hope you enjoy reading! 🥰

You and Miguel have been friends for some time now. Ever since you two had the same History class in your freshman year of college.

From then on you two tried to plan classes that you could have together and try to get involved in the same groups and activities as well. Safe to say that you two were best friends at this point; but everything was kept platonic between you two despite your friends wanting you to get with him. You just couldn’t see yourself getting with Miguel because you saw him as a brother and also he has called you “sister” on various occasions.

As you two got closer he started to open up about karate and how he loved it during high school. He still loves it now but since he has a lot of “adulting” to do he can only make it out to a class every other week or so. Him and his Sensei are still close with each other talking practically every day which you thought was sweet because Miguel has some daddy issues going on. You had only seen pictures of Sensei Lawrence and never met the guy, yet. You thought that he was pretty good looking but out of your league.

This weekend you were going back with Miguel to help him set up the dojo for some type of event and you also wanted to formally meet his mother too. Miguel had always valued his family first and you admired him for that, he also told you all of the drama of the full out karate war that went on during his highschool experience; so you couldn’t wait to see what all the buzz was about. You already had your stuff packed the night before and had your outfit laid out on your nightstand. You couldn’t wait to meet some of the people that were close to Miguel's heart.

You wake up to Miguel knocking on your door; you quickly jump up and let him in with groggy eyes.

“Y/N, you’re not ready yet?”

You rake your hand through your hair, “No. I overslept! I even set four alarms! See?”

Miguel chuckles, “You slept through all of them?”

“Yeah, I guess I did.”

“Well, get ready! We need to be on the road like yesterday!”

You sigh, “Fine! You know, you’re kinda demanding?”

“You know, you’re kinda whiny?”

You huff, “You’re the worst. The actual worst,” you chuckle, “Now let me get ready, loser!”

Miguel puts his hands up, surrendering, and steps outside of your room to let you get dressed. You quickly throw on your outfit and let Miguel know you’re dressed. He comes back in and grabs your suitcase to load it in the car. You throw your hair up in a quick ponytail and follow him to the car. You two get in and start on the way.

His home wasn’t too far away, maybe two hours away but still far enough for it to be a pretty good trip out.

“Miguel, what if your Mom totally hates me?”

“She’s not gonna hate you! Now the one you should be worried about is Sensei.”

“You still call him Sensei? Aren’t you like an adult now?”

Miguel sighs, “It’s disrespectful. But since it’s just us I’ll call him Johnny, happy?”

You nod your head, “Better. But why should I be worried about Johnny?”

“I dunno. He’s picky.”

“Picky? Why? Is he an asshole or something?”

Miguel sucks in a breath, “Can be. But! Just don’t disrespect him, okay?”

You laugh, “I’m not! Unless, he gives me a reason to be.”

Miguel rolls his eyes, “He won’t. Just keep your cool. No need to be a smart ass.”

“Fine. I’ll be nice,” you chuckle, “Would you like me to suck him off while we’re there?”

Miguel’s face turns into a grimace, “Oh! Dude, gross! Why do you wanna give me those images?”

You laugh, “Couldn’t help it! I’m sorry!”

You two finally arrive at his apartment complex and you immediately get out to get a good look.

“Whoa, you grew up here?”

“Yeah, not the best. Not the worst.”

“Excuse me? This place is awesome. Now I’m worried about showing you mine.”

“C’mon I’m sure it’s not that bad.”

You turn to him, “Whatever, dude. I wanna meet your mom!”

You two get out your bags and start to head inside the complex. You looked around at all the different doors and you loved how warm it was here. Miguel is about to open his door when you two hear, “Diaz!”

You both turned around and you’re met with Johnny Lawrence, he was tall, blonde, and you had to admit very attractive. The pictures really didn’t do him justice.

“Sensei!” Miguel runs up to him and gives him a hug leaving you standing there a tad awkwardly.

Miguel let's go and introduces you two, “Sensei, meet Y/N. Y/N, meet Sensei.”

Johnny reaches out his hand, “Johnny.”

You shake his hand, “Y/N.”

As you two let go Johnny smiles at you and asks, “So, Miguel you didn’t tell me you had a girlfriend!”

You and Miguel chuckle with you answering, “Oh no. We’re not. No.”

Johnny retracts his statement, “Oh, I’m sorry. So friends, huh?”

You see Johnny give Miguel the side eye and Miguel rolls his eyes, “Listen, totally normal for a guy and a girl to be friends.”

You back him up, “Yeah. Completely normal.”

Johnny laughs, “Okay, sure.” You started to zone out at this point when he and Miguel started talking about the event at the dojo. You hadn’t noticed that you were staring at Johnny until you felt someone tap your shoulder.

“Y/N! So nice to meet you!”

“Carmen! Hey. Nice to meet you too.”

She gives you a hug and says, “Let me help with the bags. Those two can go on forever.”

You chuckle, “Okay, sure.”

You two walk inside and your nose is filled with the scent of lunch being prepared as you look into the kitchen and see that the table has already been set and a banner above it saying, “Welcome.” You smile at the banner and glance at Carmen you now understand why Miguel adored her so much.

You hear the front door open and you see Miguel. You smile at him and you see his mom walk up to him and hug him.

After lunch you and Miguel head to the dojo to help Johnny do some of his remodeling.

You two arrive and you step in and see Johnny in an old hair band t-shirt and jeans and you can’t help but do a double take. Miguel notices and he looks at you offended.

He whispers, “Wipe the drool off, would you? Gross.”

You squint your eyes at him, “Shut up, dude!”

Your little argument catches Johnny’s attention and waves at you two, “Hey, guys! C’mon! Paint is sitting right there, grab a brush.”

Miguel nods his head and immediately gets to work while you stroll up to Johnny putting up decals on the wall, “Uh, no. That’s gonna be crooked.”

Johnny looks back at you, “You sure?”

You nod your head, “Yeah, man. Hold on, let me hold it and have you look at it.”

You step up to him and he hands you the decal. You reach up and put it on the wall. You look back at Johnny who was clearly not looking at the decal you had held up. You almost start to blush but you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction.

“Is it straight?”

Johnny looks up quickly, “Uh.. yeah. It–it is.”

You look back at the wall, “You sure?”

“Yeah.”

“Miguel! Look over here!”

Miguel quits painting and looks at you and Johnny, “What?”

“Is this straight?”

“Yeah, looks good to me!”

“Thanks!”

You stick the decal to the wall and take a few steps back standing beside Johnny and look at it.

“Yeah, I think that looks good, don’t you think?” You look up at Johnny.

Johnny looks away from the wall and looks you up and down, “Yeah. Looks really good.”

You pat him on the shoulder, “Good,” and you walk off joining Miguel in painting.

The rest of the day you all finish painting the dojo and start heading out towards dinner time. Miguel pretended he hadn’t noticed his Sensei casually flirting with you and you pretending to not take them that way. Miguel knew you well enough to know that when you didn’t accept other men’s flirtations and compliments that you liked them back. He couldn’t believe that you had the hots for his Sensei.

You three say your goodbyes and as you’re walking to Miguel's car Johnny yells, “Y/N, you coming tomorrow?”

You give him a small smile, “Yeah! I will!”

Miguel butts in, “I’ll be here too if anyone cares!”

“Sure, Diaz. See you then!”

You both get in the car and before he starts the car Miguel looks at you and smirks, “So what do you think of Sen–I mean– Johnny?”

“Yeah, he’s alright.”

“He’s alright, huh?”

You look at him, “What?”

“Just alright?”

“What are you gettin’ at?”

“Nothing. Just wondering.”

You decide to let it go, “Whatever. Let’s get to your place. I’m hungry.”

Miguel shrugs and starts the car.

The next day, you two head back to the dojo and walk inside. You see Johnny sitting in his office on the phone with his legs up on the desk. You knew you were looking at him too long but it was hard to look away from him. Miguel steps in front of you and crosses his arms, “Staring is rude.”

You roll your eyes, “I wasn’t staring.”

“You’re a liar!”

“I am not!”

“Yes you are! You were so staring at him!”

You scoff, “I–”

“Who was staring?”

You and Miguel both go silent and look at Johnny trying, and failing, to hide a smirk.

“Uh, nothing. Forget it,” you say nervously.

“Yeah, it was nothing. Just an inside joke,” Miguel tries to blow it off as nothing.

Johnny shrugs his shoulders, “Okay. Here’s what we are gonna do today. Miguel finish painting that side and Y/N and I will start on this side.”

Miguel goes and starts painting. You dip your brush in and start painting. You feel Johnny stand really close to you causing you to look at him.

“Oh? Staring again?” Johnny asks sarcastically.

“What? No. I wasn’t staring.”

“You were.”

You squint your eyes, “I was not. Besides, you were on the phone. How’d you even know I was staring? You know, even if I was.”

“Because I saw you.”

“Ugh, you’re kinda annoying.”

Johnny fakes being hurt, “Me? How dare you? I’m a complete catch!”

“You? Highly doubt it.”

“I am!”

You decide to let go of the conversation and continue painting causing Johnny to get mysteriously quiet for the rest of the evening.

Over the next couple of weeks you and Miguel go to Johnny’s dojo to help finish up. On your breaks Miguel would show you some karate moves and Johnny would get involved and show you too. Miguel would eventually step back and let Johnny teach you. You started to retain some of the information that Johnny was teaching you. You even started to like karate especially while Johnny was teaching you. He was so passionate about it and he made everyone around him feel passionate about it as well. There would be some days that you’d drive out to the dojo to get teachings from Johnny one on one. Everything was going well between you two. You had even started to develop feelings for him and him for you. You two would exchange flirtations and share glances with each other.

One day you and Johnny had gotten into a little argument while he was showing you some new moves.

“That move looks kinda dumb,” you say.

“What the hell? Really?”

“Yeah.”

“It’s bad ass! Can knock a guy out in seconds!”

“Cool, but still looks weird,” you chuckle.

“Seriously?” Johnny scoffs, “It’s out of your skill zone anyways.”

You look at him straight in the eyes and state, “Sure it is, Lawrence. I bet that you’re not even that good at karate.”

Johnny tenses his jaw, “Oh, really?”

“Yes, really! Miguel claims you’re so amazing. But are you, though?”

“Well, yeah. He’s right.”

“I bet I could beat you.”

Johnny almost cracks up at your statement, “Cannot.”

“Can too.”

“Fine. Let’s have a match then.”

“Fine!”

You two get in your stances and you start to get nervous. Could you really beat him? Do you even know how bruised his ego is gonna be when you do? He will never let you live it down if you lose either. If only you could keep your big mouth closed. Soon enough you and Johnny were sparring. He got a few hits on you because you weren’t exactly skilled but when you got the hang of it you started blocking him with finesse. You catching Johnny off guard and landing a blow to his ribs, almost causing him to double over. After a few more swings you get the upper hand on him and finally pin him.

Johnny looks up at you in shock, “Holy shit!”

“Take that, Lawrence.”

“I let you win.”

“Bullshit,” you laugh, “Since I won I guess you’ll have to take me on a date.”

Johnny’s eyes widened and then a smile came onto his face, “What? I thought you didn’t like me.”

“Correction, I didn’t show that I liked you. Wanted to make you sweat for a bit.”

He scoffs, “It worked.”

“Good. Now, you gonna take me on that date?”

You get off of him and let him stand up, “Yeah, I’ll take you on a date. But not because you won.”

You chuckle, “Too scared to admit a girl beat you?”

“I let you win!” Johnny says seriously. He was still battling with the toxic masculinity even though he was trying.

“Oh, since you let me win then I guess no date then,” you start to walk away from Johnny.

You feel him grab your arm, “Don’t leave.”

“And why not?”

“Because I like you.”

“Not enough to accept that I beat you,” you smirk.

Johnny sighs knowing your stubborn ass won’t give this up, “Fine. You won.”

You lean up and kiss him after he says that. You two pull away when Miguel walks in and says, “Seriously?”

You turn around, “Oh, uh–”

“Nope. I don’t wanna know what happened between you two but all I’m gonna ask is couldn’t you keep it in your pants?”

You and Johnny chuckle and you both say, “We tried!”

Miguel smiles, “Not hard enough.”

He walks over to the chairs that still need to be painted and grabs the paint can. You and Johnny walk over to him and you say. “Miguel, guess what!”

Miguel looks over, “Oh no, what?”

“Johnny is taking me on a date!” You feel your face start to flush as Johnny snakes his hand into yours.

“Oh, nice! Happy for you two.”

“It’s because I won our sparring match too!”

Johnny gasps, “No!”

Miguel says, “Nuh-uh! Bullshit!”

“I let her win, okay?”

Miguel pats shoulder, “Sure, you did.”

As Miguel and Johnny start to get into another quarrel you couldn’t help but glance up at Johnny. You couldn’t believe that out of all the men in the world you chose Miguel’s Sensei of all people. But then again, you definitely weren’t complaining about it.

[wizkiddx]

your voice

angsty vibe, requested by @hollandlover19 than you for th rq and hop this doesn't disappoint too much :)))

summary: tom says something so stupid and has to deal with the consquences

warnings: a bit angsty, but ends in fluff! argumnts and raising voices, I guess could be associated with panic attacks tho not written with that intention

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“Oh, Y/n er sorry.” Harrisons morning dulcet tones were what you were awoken to with a groan.

Everything was achy, and your head was pounding, making you grumble in discontent as you shifted uncomfortably on the technically too-small-to-sleep-on sofa.

This was not the morning you’d foreseen even 12 hours ago.

Lockdown had been difficult for everyone, even removing the tragic health crisis. Being locked in with your boyfriend and his brothers and friends was, for the most part, amazing. Lots of laughs, lots of beers and lots of quality time that you usually didn’t get. But it was also intense.

Without a doubt, since you first got together, this was the longest time you’d ever had with Tom. And it had been brilliant, your relationship getting so much closer and just learning the subtlest intricacies about the other. In fact, when lockdown had been announced, you’d never lived together (the most a week-long holiday).

Though it was also like a pressure cooker, Toms rented house. When one of you were in an understandable but stubborn lousy mood, it affected the whole house.

Yesterday night had been the perfect storm. The weather was unbelievably scorching; your work had announced that they had to let some staff go because of the financial implications of the pandemic; a ‘mole’ had released personal details of your relationship.

And it was like a pot on the stove; everything went from controllable to violently boiling over in a matter of minutes.

Honestly, you didn’t even know why you had started arguing - it was that pathetic. And yet you’d both said pretty horrible stuff - though it was Tom who had crossed the line. Frankly, the way he’d spoken to you was almost unforgivable.

You’d both known instantly too, all his anger at you had immediately evaporated when he’d realised what he had said. It took no time for him to become a grovelling apologetic mess, however even that- it was already too late.

It might sound feeble, but honestly, you’d run and locked yourself in the downstairs loo. You’d cried on the inside- whilst from the other side of the door, he had been begging and pleading with you.

After an hour though, Tom finally gave up - hence why you’d had a pretty uncomfortable night on the sofa.

This brings it back to Harrison, the early riser of the house, barrelling into the living room after his morning run. All bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, except also slightly terrified looking as he stood awkwardly in the doorway.

“I’m up now” You sighed, dragging yourself into a sitting position on the sofa whilst massaging your crooked neck.

“You er…. you fell asleep watching the TV?” Rolling your eyes, you sighed at the blonde, even if his poor acting was a little entertaining.

“Are we both pretending that you don’t know what went down last night?” Of course, Harrison knew. The walls were thin, you’d been screaming and he was Tom’s best friend. No doubt, Tom had immediately gone to him for help and advice last night.

Harrison held his hands up in response, caught in the act, and clicked his tongue. “What he said was bad. You shouldn’t be the one ending up with the sore back.” He wasn’t wrong.

“And yet here I am…” With a sigh you smiled which he returned with a sickeningly empathetic one “Anyway, don’t let my sad self get in the way, did you come in here for anything?”

Now, because Harrison was mentally a five year old, that’s how you ended up sat crossed-legged on the floor, clutching a wii remote and angrily shouting at yoshi on the mariokart screen. The whole household was competitive as hell and you were no exception - so some rouge elbows were flying when he viciously knocked you off the track.

Slowly Harry and Tuwaine filtered in and picked up remotes too, so the quiet morning was very quickly switched into a tense atmosphere of yelps and shouts. None more so than Tuwaine, who was possibly the worst looser you had ever met.

Really, you knew all the boys were only doing this as there way of showing you they were with you. That they also thought Tom was a massive raging dickhead. And you appreciated it more than they would ever know. Locked down in Toms house, very much not mutual ground, having three stupid boys behind you meant everything.

Just as you got on to the 18th and final race of the house’s mario grand prix, another voice cut across the tense silence as you waited for the coutdown to turn into ‘go’. Naturally, you flipped round to see Tom, looking as though he literally just rolled out of bed with puffy eyes and messy hair and no top. The sight made your heart flutter, to the point you had to consciously check yourself - refusing to smile softly at him like you usually would, instead narrowing your eyebrows and looking back at the TV.

Tom had so desperately hoped that when he came down this morning, everything would be better. That all it’d take would be a quiet conversation for the two of you to make up - for him to have you in his arms again. Primarily as he had heard your excited laugh echoing through the halls in reactions to Tuwaines yelps of protests - it made him hopeful. Waking up to a cold and empty bed was almost soul-crushing this morning. He did not want it to ever happen again.

Which is why his heart sank so much when all you gave him was a scolding look, before turning your attention to the TV. Admittedly, he was naive to think that what he’d done last night would be an easy fix - he knew it too. So with dropping shoulders, Tom silently took a seat on the sofa, watching from afar. You spent the rest of the race more absent, not joining in with the Harrison or Harrys trash-talking, acutely aware of Tom’s eyes burning the back of your head.

Then came Harry’s celebrations as the overall winner (only just) and when Harrison suggested another game Tom piped up again.

“Give me a turn Harry.”

The three boys kneeling next to you all stiffened, looking immediately to you for what seemed like consent - as if they were engaging with the enemy. (At least it was good to know everyone was on your side).

“I’m gonna go prepare for my meeting anyway.” You spoke quietly, already placing the remote on the floor and standing up.

“Y/n I don’t mind swappin-“

“No. Thanks, H but no.” You weren’t being selfless and giving Tom a turn. You were running away from seeing him.

And Harrison was still really angry at Tom. He’d been so selfish and insensitive and had hurt you- someone who Haz also cared a lot about too. Yes Tom was his bestmate, that he’d grown up with and known for years - but Haz really liked you too, in fact all the boys did. So they were almost as pissed with Tom as you were.

So while you threw the cushion you were sat on back on the floor, Harrison shot Tom the filthiest look and practically shooed him away.

“come on Y/n … just one more? Then you can do your boring work.” You were about to refuse when Haz tilted his head toward the door, only then noticing that Tom had slipped out the room. Now that he was gone ,yes, just one more wouldn’t hurt. The meeting prep wasn’t time pressured; it was an excuse for an escape.

Tuwaine whooped a little when you nodded, planting back down and ready for the first race. Yet apart from that, the room was still a little awkward, you being the first to break the silence.

“Actually Haz, would you mind giving me a lift today?”

“What to the shops?

“Um no not quite.” Tuwaine laughed in his usual innocent and infectious style before asking more.

“Seriously? You know we’re locked down? Boris won’t be happy if you going mad and leaving the house.”

“Just to Y/f/n’s. She lives on her own so it’s legal.”

“She lives just down the road right? Can’t you walk?” Harry was confused, making him look away from the screen, ultimately leading to his ‘diddykong’ falling off the track.

“I’ll have my bags. I um… I think I’m going to stay with her till lockdown eases more.”

As soon as you said that, Harry pressed pause on the race, all three boys looking at you mouth-opened.

“For real?”

“Yeh I um… think me and Tom need some time apart and being locked in isn’t helping.”

“I’m not saying to forgive and forget what he said… but he is really sorry.”

“The twats literally kicking himself.” Tuwaine added, making you smile a little for calling Tom that.

“I know just… I need some space and-“

“Are you breaking up?” Harry almost announced, cutting you off. He would miss you too.

“No! Nono I … well I don’t know. I just- we both need this.”

The boys all nodded, looking at the floor for a moment before Harrison’s blue eyes were back on you.

“Course I’ll drive, but… but I’ll miss you.”

/////////////////////////////////////////////////////////

You’d left merely an hour later, whilst Tom was holed up in the garden doing what looked like an almost unbearable work out. It meant he was also out your hair and you could throw all your stuff into two suitcases without him being any the wiser. It was probably pretty cowardly to leave without speaking to him, but you couldn’t. It would hurt too much and you didn’t want to break down in front of him. No doubt as soon as you had got to Y/f/n you did - into a blubbering mess of tears - but Tom hadn’t seen so it was okay.

Speaking of. Tom.

Tom was not in a good way at all. He’d been trying really hard to curb his’ short fuse’ lately- all of which had been well and truly blown in the past 4 hours. After finally being realised from meetings, which he’d not been able to concentrate on anyway, Tom had mentally prepared himself for a lot of grovelling. Once he’d vaguely hunted the house and not found you there, he naturally asked Harry and Tuwaine (both of whom were in the living room) if they’d seen you around.

It was a typical question, the answer he was expecting was that you’d just gone on your daily walk. And yet the response he got was… well a lot more confusing. Harry’s eyes widened whilst T did his awkward-uncomfortable chuckle, the two locked in an intense bout of eye contact. It was as though they were arguing with each, but through the powers of telekinesis... and it put Tom on edge. He was already stressed because you were so angry with him, so not getting a clear answer out of his brother and best mate - lets just say it tested his patience.

“You two need to tell me what the hell is going on right now.”

The two boys both looked panicked to speak to him, which was the opposite of the usual situation. They were some of the ONLY people in his life that would just say it how it is, no sugar coating. Like if he was away and being ‘famous’ was getting to his head; or if he wore the wrong pair of jeans. Even yesterday evenings events, they’d both called him out on what he’d said to you.

So why the silence?

Eventually, it was Harry who spoke up, but in doing so, practically just waved all responsibility on to another innocent party.

“Ask Haz.”

And then Tom knew. He knew this was bad. Immediately his heart was pumping at an alarmingly fast rate, taking the stairs two at a time and not bothering to knock before bursting the door open.

“Where’s Y/n?”

Harrison was reclined back on his haphazardly made bed, laptop balanced on his lap as he looked up with a sigh. He’d known this conversation was coming, but it didn’t make it any less easy. With a sigh, Haz closed the lid of his MacBook and sat up on the bed.

“Tom just-“

“Where. Is. She.”

“She’s gone to Y/f/n’s.”

“Oh… okay.” Suddenly Tom’s voice was muted, thinking he might’ve blown his top at nothing. This wasn’t weird - Y/f/n was in your support bubble and you went to hers often.

Tom was grossly underestimating the situation - and Harrison heard didn’t fancy stringing him along though.

“No like gone. She um… she took all her stuff. I think she’s going to stay there till-“

Tom was already out his room at that point, slamming the door as he did so. Making a beeline for his own room, Tom then frantically started to pull out the draws and rummage around the shelves, confirming what he already knew. Your clothes were gone, your toothbrush and toiletries were gone, you were gone.

It’s important to note Tom didn’t really cry all that much. Or if he did - it was more inconsequential, at a sad movie or one of the rescue dog stories from battersea. Actually, when it came down to it, he didn’t really cry.

Now though, it was impossible to ignore the burning of his eyes, as he sank down onto the bed that now felt twice the size. With ragged breath, he repeatedly fisted his eyes, not actually letting the tears fall - but it was impossible to not acknowledge their presence. Harrison stood wordlessly at the door frame, knowing it best not to interrupt - whilst at the same time knowing Tom shouldn’t be left alone. There was a delicate balance between the two, which he was walking on a knife-edge on right now.

After a short while, Tom looked up with red eyes and nodded at Harrison, effectively granting him entrance. With a sigh once again, Haz moved and sat next to Tom on the bed, clasping his hands together nervously.

“She said you both just needed a break from each other. Think lockdown and everything was just a bit too intense.” Haz had tried to explain, yet it seemed Tom had only managed to lock onto one of the first words.

“A break? Or breaking up?”

“I uhm… she didn’t explicitly say ending things. But I just… I don’t know to be honest mate.”

“You see the way she looked at me this morning? Like she hated me. Wouldn’t even acknowledge that I was there.”

“I don’t know what to say… she needs time and space I think.” Tom was silent for a beat, shaking his head as he cradled his forehead.

“I hate the fact you and my girlfriend are on better terms than I am.” Anddd his voice was back to scathing.

“I’m not on anyones side. But your both my friends and she… she needed some time.”

With that, Harrison made a quick exit out, getting Harry to take over the Tom supervision.

Ever since the atmosphere in the house had been tense. To say Tom was highly strung was an understatement, particularly towards Harrison. Deep down he was thankful Haz was looking out for Y/n: he was glad that Haz was checking she was okay. It’s not like Tom could, because Y/n was refusing to answer his calls, texts, whatsapps, even the slip of paper he’d slipped under Y/f/n’s door in the middle of an especially dark night.

So it was good to know Y/n was okay, but the fact she was going on socially distanced walks with the rest of his housemates was rubbing salt in the wound.

After a week and a half of complete radio silence on your end Tom had utterly worn down. He didn’t have the emotional capacity to be angry anymore, he was just tired. Tired of missing you with every breath, tired of the ten-tonne weight of guilt pressing on his chest, fucking exhausted with being angry at Haz and Harry and Tuwaine.

The best thing in his life and one of the very limited opportunities was quality time with the people he loved more than anything else. He had ruined it all.

And it was the small things. It was waking up to your soft, whispered voice in the morning; it was your infectious giggle when he surprised you with a hug from behind and gentle kisses to your neck; it was your quiet singing in the shower. Especially when he knew Haz, Harry and Tuwaine were all still seeing you and laughing with you. It hurt like hell.

Which is how he ended up hesitantly knocking on Harrison’s bedroom door at half eleven at night, with his tail between his legs. Having been so uber-healthy all lockdown, Haz was already in bed following his sleep cycle, though for Tom right now- he would be awake.

“I’m um… I’m sorry I’ve been a knob. There’s no excuse of anything I’ve just… I’ve been a knob.”

“You’re not wrong.” Harrison nodded in agreement with a sly smile, motioning for Tom to come into the room, after which he perched on the edge of the bed.

“I just… I need to speak to her but I… I don’t want to push her if she’s still hurting and I…”

“You absolutely promise not to blow your fuse? Because she couldn’t handle that.” Tom’s eyes widened, thinking this would be a much harder pitch than how it seemed to be going.

“Yesyesyes i- I promise. I just, I feel broken you know? Even if all I get is the time to say sorry, I-I really need to.”

Harrison released a deep breath, nodding slowly before throwing the covers off himself. Tom watched all his movements with a curious gaze, silently sitting as Haz pulled on a hoodie, then socks too.

“Well? Let’s go.”

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Now, what Tom had not in the slightest bit been prepared for was this to happen tonight. Really, he hadn’t even thought Harrison would agree to let him talk to you… and even if he had, Tom not in hell thought it’d be at 11:30 that evening.

His heart was thundering in his chest, trying to hurriedly script how on earth he was going to apologise meaningfully to you - as him and Haz walked the short distance to your friends house. Honestly the whole situation was peculiar to Tom - finding it hard to believe that if you weren’t to answer his texts you wouldn’t be open to an in person conversation.

What Tom didn’t know, was how you’d been texting Haz at a similar point of desperation. You weren’t happy and even given everything Tom had said and acted - you missed your boy. No matter how infuriating he could be when trapped 24/7 - you’d quickly learnt this was the only way you wanted to spend these weird times.

So yes, Tom’s best friend knew you were hardly sleeping either, but needed that little push to interact with you boyfriend. No doubt, you’d still be awake to answer the door.

Once he’d arrived at the apartment block and walked up the stairs to the right floor, it still took some prodding and pushing from Harrison to get Tom to knock on the door. Plainly, because he was shitting himself. Haz hadn’t given him enough pre warning, enough time to work it all out in his head. So it took another encouraging nod from Harrison for him to knock on the slightly rough-round-the-edges flat door.

Y/f/n was single and young, starting her career in Kingston - so the flat she could afford was modest at best. When it was just occupied by a single person, that was manageable - two was a push. You’d only been living with her for a week and a few days but it was enough to know this flat was not ideal for two people in lockdown. You were already stepping on each others toes. It also wasn’t technically legal to move households but Y/f/n had always been in your support bubble as a single household otherwise. And so there was also a layer of guilt to it all.

Naturally then, sharing a bed with someone who wasn’t Tom meant you just were not sleeping. Even if you had both gone to bed early (just to kill some hours in the day) you were still wide awake at quarter to twelve - when a timid knock echoed through the minuscule apartment. Curiosity peaked at who the hell would be calling now; you silently slipped out of bed, managing to not disturb Y/f/n, and closed the bedroom door.

Now you weren’t an idiot. Even though this was southwest london, hardly the capital for crime, Y/f/n lived in a dodgy building with some questionable characters. And it was midnight. Hence why you approached the situation cautiously, tiptoeing to the door and waiting with your ear pressed against the wood.

“I told you she wouldn’t answer!”

“She will! Might just be in the loo or something.”

“Haz this is stupid-“

The air in your chest froze when you immediately recognised the smooth tone of his voice. It was him… and you’d missed that so much. Already there were tears in your eyes and you couldn’t open the door just yet. So no, instead you slid down the doorframe before calling quietly out into the night.

“Tom?”

The bickering on the otherside of the door was silenced, but you heard a quite tap on the door... and could envision exactly what was going on. Tom, pressing both palms and his ear to the door, as Harrison took a few steps back - sensing his work was done.

“Y/n? You there?” He sounded desperate, you could hear the emotion dripping off his voice. It was only when you tried to reply did you realise your own voice was having a harder time speaking.

“Yeh its-its me.” It felt as though this heavyweight that had been pressing down on your chest was slowly lifting, making your voice all cracky and low.

In response, there was a short and sharp exhale. It sounded relieved before some fidgeting as you imagined him crouching down beside the door - mirroring your image.

“Fuck, it… it feels so good to hear your voice.”

“Yours too… I’ve-i’ve missed you.”

Tom snorted at that, a gentle bang allowing you to realise he’d just whacked his head on the back of the wood.

“You have no idea how this week felt.” He was wrong though, you did.

Yes, maybe without the insurmountable guilt that Tom was rightfully feeling, but it didn’t mean that the time apart wasn’t easy.

“I do. This hasn’t been a nice holiday for me you know?”

He sighed, knowing that yet again he’d said the wrong thing. This time though, he didn’t rebut instantly (which surprised you), instead his response was more measured and calculated.

“I am so sorry. And of course, I know because I was the one that hurt you too. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forgive myself for that.” You nodded but given this conversation was happening through a door Tom didn’t see your gentle agreement - opting to fill the silence.

“I um… I’m not good at this whole um… speaking my feelings. But I’ve hated myself ever since I picked that fight with you. It was stupid and uh it-it was all my fault. I’m so so sorry for hurting you.”

“‘Why?” You tried to ask, except the words were stuck in your throat, making you have to clear it before asking again. “Why did you say it?”

“To get a rise out of you. It’s stupid and petty and fucking-fucking dumb. I said it not because I’ve ever thought it, I never ever have, but I knew it’d hurt you. I was preying on your insecurities because I was angry at the world and that was so unfair. “

“No shit.”

Silence reigned as you fiddled with your fingers - specifically with the promise ring he’d bought you a year ago.

“You-you think you could ever forgive me?”

“Thats the annoying part. I want to hate you because you literally stabbed me then twisted the knife but… but all I’ve done this week is miss you. Even when I saw Haz or Harry or Tuwaine. I just fucking missed you.”

“Can you open the door please love?”

Clumsily you scrubbed the tear tracks off your face, scrabbling to your feet so you could thrust open the doors. Because you might still be bloody pissed at him, but at the same time - you needed your Tom. Thrusting the door open, the first thing you registered was being pressed into Tom’s chest. His arms slinked around your waist and held him tight, which you reciprocated, squeezing tightly round his neck. Your senses were all being assaulted by one thing and one thing only. Tom.

He smelt like usual, except maybe the slightest bit stronger than usual - you figured he hadn’t showered in a day or two or bothered with cologne. The top of your forehead was pressed up against his chin, and as he readjusted his grip on you, you felt the scratchy feeling of his unshaven stubble. He kept whispering apologies against the top of your head, almost desperate and religiously.

Arching back, you brought both hands to cup his cheeks, looking into his glassy brown. eyes, which looked so lost and confused.

“I’m still angry.”

“Of course-“

“I’m still angry but I’m going to kiss you okay?”

Safe to say Tom didn’t require a verbal response, taking it upon himself to nudge his lips against yours, yet waiting for you to initiate the kiss. And that you did, everything else about this godforsaken week and a half. His index finger traced the angle of your jaw, whilst he held your lower back tight, pressing himself as close as physically possible to you. Needing you.

Eventually arching back, your thumb ran over his deep and sunken under-eyes, which added so much age to his face.

“You look tired Tommy.”

“Can’t sleep without you telling me goodnight.” That was another tradition you had had. Even when he was away, you’d even set an alarm for whatever bedtime was for the other across the world. Just so you could send a little message or voice not saying goodnight. Was it cringey? Yes. Did either of you care? No.

But since you’d been away all the evening wishes were absent from you. Which hurt Tom more than you may ever know.

“I know you’re still angry but will you please come home to me? I need you to be the last thing I hear at night and the first thing in the morning.”

would love to hear any feedback <333 (but think this is a bit of a shitter so im sorry!!!)

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[literallymitch]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 || 𝐄.𝐓

requested: yes​

summary: Ethan thinks the reader is cute but is too shy to ask her out

Pairing: Ethan Torchio x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1k

What kind: fluff

warnings:none

a/n I loved working on this request. I hope y’all like it as well. Again please keep in mind that english is not my first language! I’m always happy about feedback :)

Today y/n had the honor to interview the Eurovision winners Måneskin. She had plenty of experience interviewing celebrities. Still, she was kind of nervous. Of course, they were just normal human beings, but she couldn't deny that she found a liking in the long haired drummer. After she did some preparation for the interview, which included checking out their socials, looking at fan questions and of course listening to their  music, she had developed a small crush on him. She took one last look in the mirror, making sure she looked good for the interview. Well more specifically for Ethan.

As soon as she stepped into the room, Ethan was stunned. She looked like an actual goddess. He tried not to stare at her, while she avoided eye contact with him. Knowing she would either pass out or make a fool out of her self in some way. Maybe she didn’t only have a small crush on him. Little did she know the drummer also started to get anxious as well. Also scared, to make a fool out of himself.

Y/n walked up to them, shaking their hands and introducing herself. The atmosphere got a bit awkward, as she shook Ethan's hand. Both of them laughed nervously while saying hello. The other three could already tell that their friend found a liking, in the cute interviewer in front of them. They all sat down and y/n started asking them question.

“First of all, congratulations on winning Eurovision, you really killed it out there! How are you guys feeling right now?”

“Thank you! We’re still overwhelmed by all the things that happened in Rotterdam. I think we’re just starting to realize that we actually won.” Damiano answered with a proud smile on his face.

“You guys we’re already well know in Italy before Eurovision, but now whole Europe is going crazy about you. When I was looking for fan questions yesterday, there were so many people saying how obsessed they are with you and your music now. Have you guys ever thought that something like this could happen to you?”

“I think we always dreamed about something like this happening to us, but we could have never imagined it. I was completely shocked when I saw how my phone was exploding from all the notifications I got. This is all just so crazy, but we’re happy that people like us and our music.” Victoria said.

At some point Ethan stopped paying attention to the interview. He was too busy admiring the gorgeous girl in front of him. ‘Y/n’ what a beautiful he thought. Also, her voice was so soothing. It fitted her angel like appearance perfectly. Vic nudged him with her elbow, when she noticed he was staring, pulling him out of his thoughts.

The interviewer obviously noticed that Ethan was staring at her. She got a little uncomfortable, because she thought he was judging her in some kind of way. Was it the way she talked or the way she looked? Did he dislike the questions? Wanting to focus on the interview, she tried to ignore the stares.

After asking some more questions, it was time to end the interview. The whole interview, Ethan didn’t say a single word. Not that it was something new or anything. Y/n already figured out the boy with the beautiful hair was a bit shy, before the interview, but this wasn’t just shyness. Usually he would nod his head in agreement or do little gestures with his hands. Today he did none of that. He just sat there and stared at her for a moment. Maybe he just didn’t feel too well today. Being too caught up in her own thoughts,  while collecting her stuff, the girl didn’t notice that Damiano had pulled Ethan to the side.

“Bro, if you don’t ask her out like right now, I will do it for you.” Damiano whispered.

“Are you out of your mind? I didn’t even know how to act while she interviewed us. I just stared at her like a creep. There is no way I can talk to her without embarrassing myself. I mean look at her, she’s stunning.”

“Oh come on. Just get it together for once. I know that you’re shy and this is hard for you, but you’ll definitely will regret it later if you don't ask her out now.”

“Damiano is right. Even if she says no, there are now thousands of girls who’d love to go on a date with you.” Thomas joined their conversation.

Ethan just sighed and went over to the girl, that just interviewed him a few minutes ago. His friends were right. He probably would regret it later if he didn’t ask her out now. Anxiously he cleared his throat trying to get her attention. She turned around,  a nervous smile appearing on her face as she saw who stood in front of her.

“Hey, first of all I would like to apologize for being so absent throughout the interview. I just got a little... distracted, I guess.”

“No worries, sometimes I get lost in my thoughts as well. Actually that happens quite a lot” she said letting out a soft chuckle.

“So what I wanted to ask is...eh.”

‘Oh god this is so embarrassing’ he thought. It seemed like he forgot how to speak. After a moment he collected his words and tried it again.

“I wanted to ask if you’d like to go out with me sometime.” he said, sounding a bit more confident than he did before.

A huge smile spread across y/n’s face. She couldn’t believe this was actually happening.

“Yes, I’d love to go out with you.” she answered excited.

A smile now appeared on the drummers face too. While y/n happily typed in her number into his phone, Ethan looked over to Damiano. The singer just mouthed an ‘I told you so’ and gave him a cheeky smile. Shaking his head, he looked back to the beautiful girl he just asked out. He could not believe she actually said yes, but he was glad that she did.

[impactofthegenshin]

genshin characters as your classmates

characters : Zhongli, Childe, Kaeya, Diluc

reader : gn!reader

warnings : none

a/n : this is my first time writing this, so anything wrong please correct me lmao

Zhongli

The quiet but popular guy who never speaks except when answering questions and talking to his (only) friend Childe.

He's the kind of classmate who never has his supplies.

Like, he never has pens or pencils?? What's up with that??

You ask him multiple times if he needs any but he says he doesn't.

Almost never has any lunch money but it isn't a problem because Childe is there to help him out lol.

He never had the need to write anything down because everything he listens, it's imprinted in his mind.

Neat clothes always. If there's a uniform, he follows it and hates it when it gets dirty.

You can see him crinkle his nose slightly in Childe or Kaeya's direction whose shirt is loosely tucked or not at all lmao.

Aces literally every quiz. except economy, he failed.

Has a really beautiful handwriting. It's pretty just like him.

The student that every teacher just adores.

Also the student everyone has a crush on (because he's cute but also hIS VOICE HOLY SHIT-)

You sometimes notice him murmuring to himself about wine??

One hot day, he rolls up his sleeves and hnfhfnbfnd the sITE IS HEAVENLY. You notice some tattoos which make his muscled arms look way more beautiful.

Rejects any proposals that come his way politely, saying he's in love with someone else.

You sometimes catch him sneaking glances at you, or straight up looking at you (almost as if admiring you, but who are we kidding?)

After you almost fail a history quiz, he offers to help you and welp. You can kinda imagine what happens after that.

Childe

The rich and popular, but surprisingly sweet guy.

He's the only one out of the popular guys who doesn't have long hair and you can sometimes see him running his hand through his short ones which is hilarious.

But his hair is really fluffy, and you sometimes have the urge to run your hands through it.

He's a bully for bullies. He sees someone picking on his friends or classmates, that guy better back the fudge away before Childe beats the shit out of the them.

Super sweet but also kinda flirty.

He's always hyper, always itching for a fight with anyone.

Also, somehow ends up being responsible for the water fights in the class. Everyone is drenched wet except for him but he never gets in trouble for it.

Hangs around with almost everyone but stays most of the time with Zhongli. They are best buds.

His uniform is either messy, or meticulous. No in between.

He isn't that great in studies, usually being distracted by literally anything.

He was reading a book you liked one day, and you leaned over to his desk.

Seeing him so close, you couldn't resist the urge to pat his head, and the moment you did, he purred.

He purred and leans into your hand and you freeze because hnfhfnfhfndmnfkf.

Since then, you always give him head pats because you just can't stay away from him.

The other rich classmate, but very very awkward. Emphasis on awkward.

Diluc

You haven't talked to him, and you've heard that he actually doesn't talk to people.

Your friend wanted to get close to him but gave up when he literally told them to back off.

Always has this 'arms crossed and frown' stance. It's his default position.

One day, you bumped into him and dropped all your notes. Flustered and apologizing, he bent to pick them up for you.

Seeing him so close, you ran your hand through his long hair, just to see how it'd feel.

He immediately gets up, bumping into you again, ears and cheeks going pink.

Also like Zhongli, perfect uniform all the time. Like, he looks like he stepped out of a Vogue magazine cover.

You've heard Kaeya and him are brothers and considering how cold they are to each other, you're pretty sure they are.

Sighs whenever Kaeya answers a question he was about to because *cough* annoying brother *cough*.

He's a walking furnace. Literally.

You could feel heat radiating off of him and sitting next to him in the winters means you'll never get cold.

When you and Diluc were paired together for a project, it got super awkward.

Like, he would mumble about what to do, his ears pink and stumbling on words.

It was cute™.

When you actually get to know him, you realise he's pretty sweet. But still very shy and awkward.

You'd sometimes brush your hand against his just to see his reaction.

He'd jump and pull away a bit, face going a bit red.

But he'd never pull too far away. Always staying close to you.

There's just one word to define this guy : flirt.

Kaeya

He flirts with everyone. The students, the teachers, there is no one this boi doesn't flatter.

Loves to bother Diluc and annoy him. And is always successful.

He's athletic, always hyper during PE.

You take his notebook once because you missed yesterday's class and wtf?

His handwriting. Oh Archons, his handwriting is worse than a toddler's.

It's just squiggles and lines that look suspiciously like those heart monitor things.

He just chuckles and offers to read them out aloud while you write.

His voice is breathy and suave, and you're entranced every time he speaks.

He notices this and holds long conversations with you.

You don't mind it, he's so easy to talk to.

He's constantly winking. The first few times you saw him doing that, you thought it was a facial tic.

But then you realised thats how he usually is.

You're used to his antics now. He'll drape himself on your table, whining about his homework, or cursing the teacher for being boring.

Sneaks snacks in between, passing some to you too.

He always gets away with it (except for one time when Diluc got annoyed by the noise of foil, so he reported him lmAO)

Very dramatic. If he gets a paper cut, he'll insist you take him to the nurse because oh he's in such pain he can't handle it.

Even though you tell him the nurse is probably going to give him an ice pack, he doesn't listen.

He'll drag you despite your protests.

He makes you skip classes just so you can spend some with him.

You're a bit horrified but also thrilled by the prospect.

You're missing classes, but it's Kaeya you're spending time with, so who's complaining?

[strawberrymilkgeorge]

Part Two. Jackbox Shenanigans

warnings: swearing word count: 2.6k (not including pictures) behind the screen (irl dream x reader) series masterlist ultimate masterlist

Y/n flinched awake, startled by the sounds traveling from the kitchen. Once again, the frosty air pricked her skin, trying to convince her to not move, to stay in bed under the warm blankets. Despite the feeling pulling her into her bed, she rubbed her eyes and sat up, grabbing her phone from her nightstand. Texts from Karl flooded her screen and she replied as she took her comforter off her mattress and wrapped it around herself. She pattered to the source of the noise to find her roommate was making food.

"Sorry, did I wake you?" Naomi asked, eyes wide with concern as she looked at Y/n. "I dropped a pan."

Y/n, who was observing the world through one squinted eye, shook her head and she sat at the counter in the kitchen. "No, I should be awake anyway."

"You're usually awake much earlier. Late night?"

Y/n nodded. "George streamed and we all talked for a little after."

"Oh, yeah, I watched his stream this morning..." she started, eyes focused on the food in front of her but Y/n still caught the mischievous glint in her roommate's eyes.

"Of course you did," Y/n laughed through a yawn. "That's your lover."

Naomi rolled her eyes. "Maybe if you gave me his number he would be."

"He doesn't give it to many people. I just barely got it and I've been friends with him for a year. I'm pretty sure Karl doesn't even have it."

Naomi groaned, though Y/n knew it was a joke... for the most part. She got another text from Karl, and consulted Naomi for a second opinion.

"Should I post this?" Y/n asked, lazily holding up her phone with a picture on the screen. Naomi squinted as she looked back over her shoulder. "Karl keeps yelling at me too."

"Yeah! That's a cute outfit. Make sure to credit Karl or he'll yell at you for that as well."

"No chance I'm doing that."

.

Incoming FaceTime... karol <3

Y/n hit accept and held the phone up to make a face at Karl. He mimicked the position. "Hello, sir."

"Hello, ma'am."

"What are you doing?" she asked him, walking to the bathroom to brush her teeth, her comforter dragging on the floor behind her as it continued to protect her from the cold.

Karl got distracted and started messing with something out of the camera view. "Um, trying to figure out what to do for my stream tonight. What about you?"

"I'm waiting for you to give me a fit check!" Y/n yelled. Karl quickly looked at the camera and smiled. He set his phone down on his desk and ran backward so his whole body was in frame. He posed awkwardly a few different ways before running back and resuming his position.

"Yes!" Y/n hyped with a mouthful of toothpaste. "Let's go, Karl! Karl with the old man sweater!!"

He giggled. "You're the one that told me to buy it."

"Because it's sick. Doesn't mean it didn't belong to an old man before you."

Karl pouted before his face lit up. "Guess what. I met a girl."

"Oh?" Y/n cooed. "Where? Do you have pictures? Is she cute?"

"She's Jimmy's new cameraman. Camerawoman. I don't have pictures, and yes. She's very cute." His cheeks turned red and Y/n smiled, flipping off the bathroom light and heading to her closet. She threw her comforter back on the bed and tried to pick out an outfit.

"Come on, bud, elaborate. What's her name? Have you asked her out yet?"

"You don’t get to know her name, I don’t want to jinx anything. Plus, you’ll just look ‘Mr Beast crew’ and find out anyway. Also, no, I haven’t. I'm pretty sure she thinks I hate her because I have not said a single word to her. I get so nervous when she's around I freeze up and just like... act weird. And then as soon as she's gone, Chris freaking roasts me so bad."

"Aw, I can teach you how to flirt if you want!"

"Yeah, okay," he scoffed, sarcasm dripping from his words.

"What's with the attitude? I'm great at flirting."

"No, you're not. I watched Gogy's stream last night."

"What does that have anything to do with anything?"

"I heard the way you spoke to Dream."

"What?!"

"You have zero game, Y/n. Absolutely none. Zilch, if you will."

"Yeah, because I wasn't flirting with him?"

"Not successfully, at least."

"Karl, what?" Y/n laughed but she was so confused. "No part of me was trying to flirt with anyone in that stream."

"Oh, come on," Karl groaned. "Don't do this again. Don't pretend to not like a guy and then cry to me when you're wack ass attempts don't win him over."

"Karl," Y/n started, looking directly at him. "I genuinely have no idea what you're talking about. I wasn't flirting with him. I do not like him."

"I'm just saying, you talk about him a lot. Like, you always panic when he interacts with your posts because you're scared he's going to DM you right after. And you gush about him a lot."

"I do not gush. I admire the hard work he puts into his videos but I talk the same about him as I do with George and Sapnap. The only difference is I'm friends with them and not Mr. Minecraft. He's intimidating, that doesn't mean I have a crush on him."

Karl stared for a moment, trying to read Y/n's expression to detect any lies. "You'd tell me if you did, right?"

"Karl, I tell you everything. I'd tell you if I murdered your family." They both laughed. "It's impossible to hide anything from you, you're my best friend."

"Okay, sweet, but please don't murder my family, just to be clear."

"I won't. I love your mom too much."

"Well, how was meeting Dream, then? Despite apparently not being in love with him?"

"It was cool. Terrifying because it felt very forced but the four of us hung out on the call after George ended his stream and he was much more relaxed."

"That's true. Aren't we all?"

"Not you! You're the exact same person on and off camera. Just a little ball of giggles."

Karl giggled which made them both laugh more. Suddenly, as if he completely forgot until that moment, Karl sat up quickly and yelled, "What am I going to do for the stream?"

Y/n shrugged. "See if anyone wants to play Jackbox. Chat always loves those and it's relatively easy to throw together last minute. You just need to find people that are free to play."

"Genius. Who should we invite?"

"We?"

"Yeah. It was your idea, you have to play."

"But, I've never played! And I barely know all your friends so I wouldn't get half the inside jokes. I'd be a boring addition."

"Please? They're your friends too! You just talked to Sapnap and George for four hours yesterday and George was the only one playing anything. That's friendship if I've ever seen it."

"But... others.... like literally everyone besides Sap and George...."

"Things like this are how you get to know them better. Besidessss, you're never boring."

"Fine, I'll play."

"YES!" he shouted. "Okay, who should we invite?"

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Y/n huffed and scooted her chair closer to her desk. She pulled up Discord and hovered over the voice chat everyone was in. An overwhelming number of voices chaotically spoke over each other as soon as she joined.

"Oh no," she mumbled.

"AYYEE!!" a voice yelled, the green bubble lighting around Quackity's name confirming her suspicions.

"Aye," she said back less enthusiastic. "Hi everyone."

"She's here!" George cheered.

Y/n could hear Sapnap huff. "Finally. Geesh."

"This isn't even your stream, calm down." Y/n's eyes scanned the names on the left to read who else was involved in tonight's games. She had suggested a few people to Karl but wasn't sure about the final list. Besides the boys who had already greeted her were BadBoyHalo and Dream.

"Hello, Bugsy! It's nice to meet you! I'm BadBoyHalo."

Y/n smiled widely at his voice. "Hi, BadBoyHalo! Nice to meet you too."

Her eyes slowly traveled to the last name on the list, which had yet to greet her. She wasn't bitter, but she was curious why he hadn't said anything yet. The boys hyped up him talking about her so much but she had yet to feel that energy from him. She picked at the bottom of her hoodie, eyes darting between the names as they lit up when someone spoke.

"Is Dream still AFK?" Sapnap asked.

"I think so," Bad replied.

Maybe that's the only reason he hadn't said anything. Y/n felt stupid for thinking it had anything to do with her.

"He's probably coding something or something like that," George teased.

"Haha nerdy ass man," Quackity cackled.

"Language."

"Don't you also code shit, George?" Sapnap called out. "You're probably helping him test something after this, huh? As Quackity said, nerdy ass man."

"You know what, Sapnap? I'm not sure I like your attitude all that much."

Y/n smiled. Despite feeling nervous, she was already having fun just listening to everyone talk. The real nerves would kick in when they were live in front of tens of thousands of people and she would have to be funny.

A message popped up in the general chat, notifying everyone that Karl was joining the voice call soon so they shouldn't say anything bad.

"Everyone say something weird," Quackity directed.

Discord dinged and Karl's name joined the list on the side. "AAAHHHH-!" he started yelling over everyone to let them know he was here in case they were saying anything bad. With his luck, they were going to say stuff anyway to mess with him.

"So, yeah, that's how I lost my virginity," Quackity said as if he just finished a story.

"To a prostitute?" Sapnap added quickly. "Wow, I never thought you... oh Karl!"

"Language!" Bad gasped.

"What the..." Karl laughed loudly. "What did I just join?"

"Oh, sorry, sorry, sorry," Quackity apologized, which was hard to make out since he was laughing so hard, surprised at what Sapnap added to his joke.

"Bad, you can't say language about a prostitute," Sapnap defended. "That's really rude of you. Maybe it's a little unconventional but they're just tryna make some money the best way they know how."

George laughed with Quackity as Bad sputtered. "I-I said language about what Quackity said!"

"What, virginity?" Karl asked innocently and Bad yelled again.

"Bad hates people who have had sex!" Y/n called, causing Quackity to laugh loudly.

"Bad! How could you?! That's so messed up!"

"Wait, guys, is everyone here?" Karl asked.

"Dream isn't. We don't know where he went."

Karl groaned and started typing something, presumably yelling at Dream to join.

"Let's goooo! We're popping off!" Quackity started saying, stalling. "We're popping off!" George joined him, becoming absolute fools to keep the chat entertained.

"Okay, he's here!" Karl said. "Everyone's here!"

"I'm here, I'm here, sorry. I was... yeah, sorry," Dream stuttered out.

"Welcome back, Dream!" Bad chirped.

"Hello!" he replied. Unexpectedly, his next greeting was directed at Y/n. "Hi, Bug."

Y/n instantly got shy for no discernable reason. She blamed it on his voice and its ability to manipulate emotions any way he wanted. That and she was getting attention from someone first. "Hi," she squeaked back, hoping the contrast of her icy hands would cool her face enough to focus on the game.

"Bugsy, you are adorable," Bad stated simply.

"Sapnap! What did you just send me?" George asked loudly, and just like that, the attention was off of her and she could breathe again.

"What?" Sapnap feigned innocence.

This was going to be a long game.

"Let's play!" Karl decided. "Should we warm up with some Quippy?"

Y/n focused intensely on her answers, silently hoping the others would find her funny.

"Oh my gosh," she mumbled as everyone else finished writing. "Y'all, I'm about to get Quiplashed so hard. Don't make fun of me."

"I seriously doubt it," Dream said. "You can't possibly be worse than George at this game."

"Shut up, we always-  it's like 3 am my time. I can't, like, think of things 'cause my brain isn't functioning."

"Yeah, that's why," Sapnap teased.

"Surreee," Dream said.

The first round wasn't too bad. Y/n was in 5th place but she got quite a few laughs so she didn't care too much about where she stood. She got a notification from Dream on Twitter as everyone laughed at one of Quackity's answers.

Y/n looked back at her screen and saw the new prompt and answers. She read them quickly as everyone was laughing and with a few seconds left to choose, voted for the one on the left. It was funnier anyway.

She loosened up substantially after another round, and she knew it was mostly because Dream had reached out to her. Something about him comforted her and made her feel safe, which warmed her heart.

"Bugsy! What the hell, that's so messed up. You're so messed up," Quackity yelled, laughing at the answer on the screen. They were playing Survive the Internet and her comment got taken way out of context, just as the game intended.

"Oh my gosh!" Karl cackled loudly. "Bugsy, I didn't know you felt that way. Oh my gosh? They're just kids?? Bugsy out the gang?"

Y/n hid her face in her hands and laughed. "Noooo!! Wait I never knew- I didn't know I was ever in the gang?"

"She really said, 'infant children? slaughter them all'," Sapnap joked.

"You know, I think you'd get along really well with Technoblade," Dream added. "Though his specialty is orphans, as it appears."

"No, no, no, whoever wrote that heading is SO messed up!" Y/n defended, rereading the heading that made her comment look bad. She knew it was a game but all the attention on her was making her embarrassed. "Who would think to put that?"

"Everyone cancel Busgy!" Karl yelled.

"Karl, no! You're supposed to be my best friend!"

"I don't know how I feel about my best friend killing children..."

"Karl!!"

"Nooo," Bad protested softly. "I like Bugsy. Don't cancel her."

"Everyone vote!"

The article with Y/n's name turned out to be Dream's. "Dream! What the hell is wrong with you?" she yelled, causing him to wheeze loudly.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I wanted point."

The whole night ended up being like that. Y/n had a lot of fun and by the end, she felt a lot more comfortable with all of them. Quackity, Karl, and Sapnap were loud and very high energy while George and Bad were quieter. Dream was half and half, sometimes matching Quackity's volume and sometimes going a while without saying a word. Overall, Y/n had a lot of fun and hoped to let back in the gang in the future.

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A/N: WOOO PART TWOOO!! Hope you guys enjoyed this part! Also thank you so much for all the love on the first part!! I did not expect it to get as much attention as it did!!!!!

we clearly haven’t got to dream and yn being close yet bc they literally met the day before this but i added a small little dream/yn moment :] pls let me know how you liked this part!!!!!!!!!!!! 

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Hi!

I've been reading some of your posts and I am a big fan🥰

I was wondering if its okay, maybe you could do a Loki x reader where they were best friends and denied each others feelings all the time and when Loki was brought to the TVA, he found reader there and lots of angst and fluff🥰💞😁

Have a great day😁😁💞💞🥰🥰

Nothing Gold

Relationship: Loki x Reader

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: thank you so much for enjoying me work I am so glad that makes me so happy! thank you so much for the request. I really liked this idea and I think it came out okay - sorry the ending it a bit abrupt! thank you again :)

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.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Loki had to do a full-on, dramatic as hell, double-take while walking through the TVA library. He had come down to look for a variant file but had apparently ended up finding something else. More specifically — someone else.

You. You. You.

You, his best friend. You, the sweet girl he had a never-ending crush on. You, the one who had just gone missing one day.

Loki could never forget. It was like something wouldn’t let him.

He had invited you around the palace for breakfast before you left his chambers for the night. You two had been up late reading together. You frequently popped over, usually claiming to stay for a few hours, just enough for Loki to read to you some verses of a poetry book, but those hours got longer and longer each time.

Next thing you two knew, it was nearly morning and you needed at least a few hours of sleep in your own bed. He had walked you out, asking you to come back for breakfast in a few hours. You happily agreed, giving him a quick hug before parting. Loki didn’t want to let go. He remembered that detail very well. He wanted to pull you back in his chambers, just hold you for hours. Days. Months. Forever. But he didn’t. He let you go, watching as you made your way back to your modest home. He never realized that would be the last time he saw you.

Well, actually, it technically wasn’t. Because he was staring at you right now. You were at a table near the back of the library, head buried in some files but he could still recognize you. Could always point out that lovely, long hair and those soft, gentle hands. You were always a stark contrast against him.

Loki just watched you for a few moments, completely and utterly confused by the situation. The shock was wearing off and now question after question filled his brain. How did you end up here? What had you done? Were you okay? A million thoughts came over him but his legs had their own agenda. The next thing he knew, he was approaching your table. He almost didn’t know how he got there.

He stood opposite of your sitting form. You weren’t noticing him, apparently very invested in the file you were studying. Loki had to admit, that was quite like you. You were always one to get lost in the words, way deeper than he did.

Eventually, Loki cleared his throat, hoping that’d do something. Slowly, you lifted your head, brows furrowed in confusion as you looked at him from head to toe. You didn’t recognize him, Loki could see it in your eyes. He was just a variant turned agent to you. Something in him felt like it was stabbing his heart over and over again.

"Can I help you with something?" You hesitantly asked but your voice was still so sweet and kind, just as Loki remembered. You were far more patient and soft-spoken than he was.

He said your name like it was the greatest plead but you didn’t react. Loki didn’t know what to do then, realizing you were you but you also…weren’t. His face fell.

You were getting uncomfortable. "I-I’m sorry, I’m not sure I know who that is—,"

"You don’t?" Loki couldn’t help the hurtful gasp he let out.

"Sir, I’m sorry…" Your eyes began searching around frantically. Something was going on. You were getting scared, way past uncomfortable. You wouldn’t look at him anymore.

Loki said your name again, much forceful than the last. You jumped. You weren’t directly responding but Loki could see something in your eyes. He said your name again. Then again. Like it was the only thing he knew. Your eyes met one another intensely, hypnotically.

After maybe the sixth time, you snapped. You jumped out of your seat, breathing heavily, scared, surprised. It had all happened too fast Loki was also taken back. You two were more than just staring at each other. Your wide eyes were taking him in.

"Loki?"

He felt so relieved to hear his name just float off your lips. It was as sweet as he remembered. Like a little lullaby. The stabbing in him stopped.

Loki nodded. "It’s me."

"What…" You looked around as if you had no idea where you were. And maybe you didn’t but Loki hadn’t expected your name to just snap you out of it. This opened a lot of questions for him but he didn’t have time. He raised his hand, cutting off your words.

Loki nodded towards one of the bookshelf aisles further away from everyone. You nodded in understanding, following him down the rows.

Once you were a safe distance away, Loki wasted no time collecting you in his arms, his head buried in your shoulder. You were surprised for a moment at the gesture but then you fell into it naturally, like you had just hugged him yesterday. And really that was how it had felt. But Loki knew better. You had been gone for so long…

"Loki," you mumbled his name, your head pressed into his chest. "What is going on?"

Loki stilled. "Why don’t you tell me what you know."

You scoffed, breaking off the hug. You were a sweet one but Loki was no stranger to your tiny temper. You put distance between you two and Loki allowed it despite how much it hurt.

"What I know?" You repeated, folding your arms. "What I know is that I’m standing in a library with you." You looked around at the space, noting an actual lack of real books. "What kind of library is this anyway? How did I—,"

"Do you remember anything before you got here?"

Your gaze dropped as you studied your shoes. They were some nice black flats but Loki knew that wasn’t your style. You were not the business causal type, usually pleased with the feeling of Asgardian silk gowns.

Something was coming to you as you let out a soft gasp. "I was walking home. We-We had just finished a poem written by that Midgardian… Gosh, what was his name? Winter or something—,"

"Frost," Loki mumbled. "His last name was Frost and you enjoyed his poem about how nothing gold can stay. You found it relatable. I’ll admit, you may have been onto something."

A light had gone on within you. "You thought it was pretentious." Your gaze met Loki’s once more. "I called you a fool and laughed. Then we saw daylight breaking and… and I had to go home. I missed my bed. You wanted breakfast in a few hours. I agreed to come back."

Loki nodded, encouragingly, but your words had fallen off. "What happened next?"

You shook your head, that blank expression washed over you again. "I don’t know."

Loki let out a sigh and leaned back on the shelf. "Do you remember anything after that?"

You looked back down at your outfit. At least the pencil skirt was nice. "Yes," you admitted. "I was hired here. I report on variants to protect the sacred timeline." It sounded to Loki like you were reading a script. What the hell was going on here?

"But you don’t know how you got from Asgard to…here?"

You sighed, a bit annoyed. "How did you get here?"

The snippy temper was back. You were still you. Loki could’ve kissed you, a feeling that had come over him before but was suddenly more intense than ever. He would, he promised himself. He couldn’t leave you again without doing so.

"I had a bit of an…incident."

"Really? You? I never would’ve guessed," you said, the sarcasm on your words dripped heavily. Loki gave quite the dramatic eye roll. You let out a little giggle.

"Yes, well, never mind what got me here, I am here," he said, motioning towards nothing. "And I am assisting with the hunt of a variant."

"You’re helping them?"

Loki scoffed. "Don’t act so surprised." A beat. "I didn’t have much of a choice."

You bit your lip, trying to hold back a smile but failed miserably. Loki had missed this. If he focused really hard, it almost felt like you two were back in Asgard, lounging around, talking about nothing. Teasing one another. His heart was aching.

"What do you know about the variant?" You eventually asked.

Loki glanced away. "It’s me."

"You?"

He shrugged. "Well, a version of me. Another variant."

You slowly crossed the aisle, coming to stand right next to Loki, your shoulders pressed against one another. Loki’s breath hitched just a bit. He would never get used to this.

You asked, "Well, what have ‘you’ done?"

Loki resorted back to his witty humor. "Nothing good as you could assume."

"This mischief of two Lokis is unthinkable."

Loki let out a laugh which you followed suit with. You two were laughing over nothing in this random library in wherever this place was. He could barely understand it and you were absolutely clueless. But the moment of laughter was good, was familiar. Too bad it couldn’t last.

"I’ve missed you," Loki admitted after the laughter had faded out unceremoniously. You looked a bit surprised at the confession.

"Truly?"

He nodded.

You blushed and looked down. "I’d say I missed you too but I don’t feel like we’ve been apart. How long has it been?"

When Loki wasn’t giving an answer, you forced yourself to turn back to him. He was staring at you quite intensely. You shivered under the gaze. It was an expression you hadn’t seen before, he hadn’t allowed you to see. It was one full of love and interest and adornment.

"Too long," was all he said before his lips were on yours. Loki finally took what he had been craving and it was happening in the TVA library. The fucking TVA. Loki’s head was still spinning with worries about this whole thing but, slowly, he got lost in you. In your lips and softness. Your hands grasped his shirt as you deepened the kiss — you. You wanted more from him. And he was happy to give.

His hands caressed your sides lovingly, feeling and holding you in the way he had always dreamed. It was better than anything he could’ve conjured. It felt right and real. Good and… Too good. Too powerful.

An alarm was going off somewhere now. You hadn’t seemed to notice it, still captivated in the kiss, but Loki was aware. He forced you two apart, reluctantly. You looked at him, ready to protest, but before you could ask anything, Loki was placing a hand over your mouth.

Footsteps were approaching. They were coming towards your aisle. Whatever had happened here wasn’t good, something had gone haywire. Had he broken the timeline? Was that even possible here? Loki didn’t know but what he did know was there was an army on the hunt for them. Without thinking twice, he grabbed your hand, looking for an escape route.

"Loki," you finally were able to speak, keeping your voice hushed as you two maneuvered the maze of shelves, "what did we do?"

"We love each other."

"Love?"

Loki stopped despite there being no time to stop. "Am I wrong?"

You didn’t answer. That was all he needed. Now to only get the hell out of here. Loki couldn’t tell if his encounter with the TVA had been a blessing or a cure as he held you close to him, refusing to lose you again to whatever trap this place planned to lay.