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So, a few months ago I was listening to "Google sings We don't talk about" which later inspired me to write reaction fic that wasn't exactly finished

I remember about it, so... That's just a random dialogue heavy craziness.

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Mirabel blinked from the bright flash. A second before she was coloring with Antonio and now she was in a strange room with a strange black...paper? (or whatever it was) and a couch.

"Okay, what's going on?" Camilo winced, looking around.

"I was working and... Uh... Just got here?" Luisa spread her arms unsurely as she bit her lip.

Mirabel looked at everyone. The whole third generation except Antonio was here with Tío Bruno, who was knocking on the wooden table. Mirabel sighed, knowing that ot was extremely normal for him.

"But really..." Isabela sighed, "What's going on?"

"Oh, well, hello." They all starled at the unfamiliar voice.

"Okay, and who are you?" Camilo crossed his arms.

"Ah, nobody." They shrugged indifferently. "So, you're going to react to a song"

Luisa raised an eyebrow. "What?"

Mirabel looked around. "It doesn't make any sense. Also, are you crying?"

"Ah, that's normal, don't worry." The person threw their head back in their hands. "You just have to listen to a song. Basically, 'We don't talk about Bruno' was translated in google translate many times and it became crazy."

Dolores squeaked. "Goo.. Gogl what?"

"Oh!" Bruno smiled, "I saw it in a vision once. It's a robot that translates stuff."

Five grandkids blinked at Bruno with faces like "What the hell are you talking about?"

Mirabel sighed, fixing her glasses. "Okay, so... We'll listen to some random human being, and react to a song?"

Bruno smiled awkwardly. "Seems like completely sane behaviour for me"

Isabela rolled her eyes. "Tío, we all know that sane is the antonym to our family."

Dolores nodded, obviously agreeing with this statement.

The six of them spread out on the sofa, staring at the monitor, waiting for the song to start.

"Emma's hot barista, no no, no"

"Who is Emma?" Isabela raised her eyebrow.

"Emma's hot barista."

Mirabel looked thoughtfully. "Well, it's Tía's part..."

Luisa scratched her hands. Do you offer to ask her?

"Call the wedding (call the wedding)"

"I think she's getting married." Camilo smirked.

"I'm about to finish. No cloud, no CEO (no, no cloud no CEO)"

Bruno asked nervously, holding his hands together. "Uh, what is the CEO?" According to everyone's confused looks, he understood that no one actually knows.

"Ryan enters with a mischievous smile."

"Hala!"

"Are you sharing this, Cory?"

"Okay, who's all those people?" Camilo asked, tilting his head.

"I'm sorry, my heart, it's over!"

"Oh, sad." Bruno shrugged indifferently.

"'Santa' burgundy said"

"Who are all those people?" Dolores squinted, whispering as she desperately tried to understand what the hell was going on.

"It's like 'We don't talk about Bruno', but you're actually don't talk about Bruno." Mirabel pointed out, fixing her glasses.

"As he puts in"

"Overflowing brainholes."

"Grandma, take a nap."

"I feel like dad just wanted to get rid of Abuela." Camilo smirked, crossing his arms.

"Male hurricane"

Luisa sighed. "Okay, apparently Tía's hurricane can now create men."

Dolores let out a laugh. "That's how Camilo was born."

Camilo smiled, nugging her. "I probably should be offended, but being created in a hurricane sounds cool!"

"Happy day, but whatever..."

"We're not talking 'bout brunching, no, no, no."

"We're not talking 'bout brunching"

"Me, forgetting about the existence of lunch again be like." Luisa propped up her head.

Mirabel sighed. "Okay, that's definitely canon."

"Does it mean that Luisa was the one who sang?" Camilo asked, crossing his arms. "You better not, as it will mean that I wasn't created in a hurricane."

"Hey! Began to fear life and Bruno fell asleep."

"Wow, we finally remembered about Bruno." Isabela starled as the song finally mentioned her Tío.

"But I thought it's not going to talk about me?" Bruno sighed.

"I can always hear him tweet and tweet."

"Tweet?" Camilo raised an eyebrow.

Bruno waved his hand. "Oh, it's also something from the future. Hard to explain."

"When the sound of sand hits the wall,"

"Maniacal laughter"

"Uh... are you alright?" Isabela pursed her lips, and everyone stared at Dolores.

Dolores looked away nervously.

"He is a minor terrorist."

Bruno put his arms into pockets. "Wow, rude."

"Grandma and the family are always noisy."

Dolores sighed, leaning back on the sofa. "I have no words to describe it better."

"Oh, cmon, it's not that bad." Isabela rolled her eyes.

"I hear everything. And this family is the loudest in the whole Encanto."

"War irritates our emotions. You know."

"It's a two-meter-shaped figure with a mouse on it."

Bruno pursed his lips. "I'm going to assume that this is about someone else. I mean, I don't even have mice. And the only two-meter-tall person I know is Luisa."

"I'm not. A bit shorter than this." Luisa shrugged, pointing this out.

"When you write your name, everything goes wrong!"

Camilo raised his head. "Okay, so I won't write my name."

Mirabel rolled her eyes. "And you're going to use this as an excuse not to write exams, are you not?"

Camilo put his hand on his chest dramatically. "How could you assume something like that?"

"He definitely would," Dolores nodded.

"Yes, he has a dream about you and... congratulates you for crying."

"Uh, congratulations?" Bruno said it unsurely, clapping his hands. "You can have... Okay, I don't really have any prize"

"Emma's hot barista, no, no, no"

"Emma's hot barista"

"And Emma is back." Mirabel sighed.

“Tell me my fish will die.”

“Why would you even ask for this?” Isabela looked confused.

“Yes, I'm dead.”

Wait, how is it related?” Luisa asked.

“Ah, it's nothing unusual." Bruno shrugged. “Typical Wednesday”

“My appendix hurts like no other!”

Mirabel tilted her head. “Maybe you should go to Mami."

“Her hair is messy! See, it's really messy.”

Mirabel crossed her arms. “I feel insulted.”

Camilo smirked. “Sorry, prima. Not our fault.”

“Well, at least I'm brushing them instead of shapeshifting.”

Luisa laughed. "Tia've gone so crazy trying to brush him when we lost our gifts."

“Literacy with the help of teachers”

“Tell me my thirst for life”

“Growing plants and causing chaos,” Dolores reminded.

"Obviously,” Isabela gave her a smug expression.

“I will stay in covenant and repent.”

“Excuse me?” Isabela rolled her eyes.

Mirabel sighed. "It's literally impossible"

“Tell me my skills are better in connection to Winnie the Pooh.”

Luisa shook her head. “Now we have some yellow bear.” She clasped her palms together. “At this point, we can create a list with all those random people.”

“At least marijuana.”

Mirabel's eyes widened. “It's Abuela's line.”

A wave of awkward laughter spread across the room.

Dolores sighed. “I'm not even surprised."

“I thinks.” he is the man of my dream"

“At least something is normal,” Mirabel exhaled.

“I'm busy. I have other interests.”

“Forget it.” Mirabel whispered before Dolores hissed at her.

"I'm my own person.”

“Hello CC.”

“Uh, what kind of name is it?" Camilo gave a skeptical look at the screen.

Bruno smiled agilely. “Oh, it's a child from FNAF”

Luisa sighed. "You realize that it doesn't make anything clearer for us, right?”

“I don't like you.”

“Bunny”

“What?” Isabela spoke. “How does it even relate to this mess?”

Luisa muttered. “Why are you even surprised? I completely lost it on the fourth line.”

“Yes, chocolate mountain.”

“Okay, now it's just a set of random words,” Camilo said, crossing his arms.

“That's all I know about Bruno.”

“What a great amount of information!" Mirabel rolled her eyes sarcastically.

“Wait, you have a chocolate mountain?” Camilo looked at his Tio, interested. “Can I have it as a prize for crying?”

Bruno shrugged. “Never heard about this before, sorry, kid.”

“Give me the truth and all honesty, Bruno.”

“Isabela, your girlfriend's here!”

Isabela smiled as she put her hands on her sides. “I like this line way more than 'Isabela, your boyfriend's here.”

Mirabel hit the table suddenly. “I get it! Emma is your girlfriend.”

She let out a laugh. "Well, they called her 'hot'”

“Time to dump her.”

“Well, those were fast relationships,” Dolores spoke, tilting her head.

Isabela huffed in annoyance. “Cmon, give me at least some time.”

(repeating the song)

WHERE IS IT

Dolores winced at the sudden screaming.

“In our Bruno show”

Do you mean where he congrats us for crying?” Luisa asked,shaking her hand.

“And gives us a chocolate mountain,” Camilo added.

“Why are you talking about Bruno?”

Bruno smirked. “The fun part is that almost no one talked about me. Especially compared to the original.”

“Is there a way to hear it?” Luisa asked, interested.

“Weren't you there when we singed it?” Isabela gave her a puzzled look.

“Uh, yes, but I was mostly having a mental breakdown over losing my gift.” She reminded, scratching her hands.

“Bruno doesn't call”

“Considering that he was in the walls when we sang it, he really doesn't call to anyone,” Dolores reminded.

“I never should give birth to Bruno.”

Bruno pursed his lips. “Ouch-”

“What a great line to finish." Isabela scoffed.

“I mean, I really shouldn't give birth to my uncle...” Mirabel shrugged awkwardly.

#crack fic #sorry i had to do this #encanto #bruno madrigal #isabela madrigal #luisa madrigal #mirabel madrigal #dolores madrigal #camilo madrigal #fanfic

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lokis-army-77 · 3 years

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If You Please (Final Part)

Chapter Twenty-seven

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 5072

This is technically a reader insert but without the (y/n) and all that. She also has no name mentioned so feel free to imagine as you please.

Follow the reader through the events of the Captain America movies and experience her love for Bucky Barnes.

Warning: violence, blood, death

A/N: It has been a little over a year since I started this and I am honestly surprised I finished it. Thank you guys for following along the entire way, especially @Dianasaurus94 on AO3, your comments on every single chapter really kept me going. Let me tell you, starting a fanfiction with no plan in the middle of your college career is kinda hard, especially when it takes a year to finish. But thank you all, keep tuned in for other fics and one-shots. You can always send me a request, who I write for is in my pinned masterlist.

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Three months of feeling something gnawing at the back of my brain, something I have zero clue as to what it is. All I know is that it is something bad, very bad.

It’s an early morning at the end of May, Bucky and I have been awake for hours, feeding the animals. I had just thrown out some hay when I spotted a group of people walking down the hill to us. As they walked closer, Bucky and I stopped our movements and went to meet them at the hay-filled wagon to our right.

T'challa gave a somber look like one of the male guards sat down a case and opened it up then quickly stepped off to the side. I gave a quizzical look to Bucky, who was at my side, before looking back at the group in front of us. No one said a word as we slowly made our way to the open case.

Inside was the most spectacular black vibranium arm with gold embellishments and right above it was a small metal pole, about twelve inches long, with the same coloring as the arm. We both let out a reluctant sigh.

“Another fight?” I asked. T’challa just nodded.

“Where is it?” Bucky asked, running his hand over the new metal arm.

“On its way,” replied T’challa.

I threw up my hands in astonishment. “What do you mean on its way? Who are we even fighting?”

“I’m not sure when but it will be very soon. I suggest in the meantime you get acquainted with your new weapon, and arm, and come with us to the palace.”

I shook my head with dismay before picking up the small weapon that was clearly meant to be mine. The metal was cool in my hand, smooth except for a few raised bumps on the first three inches of either end. My index finger ran over one of the raised dots and suddenly the metal expanded out at both ends creating a staff.

“Wow, that’s so cool,” I said aloud, grinning widely. With another swipe of my finger, the blunt ends turned into sharp points, almost like a double-headed spear. Stepping back from Bucky and the others I started to swing the weapon around, feeling the weight of it, moving with it, becoming one with it. It was lighter than anything I had ever fought with, but that made my swings faster, more precise. Even though the overall weight was light, I could feel as I swung and thrust the staff, the extra weight would somehow be added to where I needed it, to help with the balance. “This is amazing, what is it made of?” I asked as I stopped practicing.

“It is made of vibranium along with nano-tech to be able to elongate and change the ends into whatever style blade you need. Shuri made it, especially for you.” T’challa explained. “Your new arm also has some upgrades from your last, but I’m not entirely sure what they are, you’ll have to ask Shuri later.”

I watched as Bucky quietly picked up the arm. He stared at it for a while before asking me if I would untie the cloth, covering his shoulder, from around his neck. I obliged and looked on quietly as he placed the arm into the socket. A few metallic clicking sounds came from the joining and his arm went in a full circle, calibrating itself.

He stretched the new arm out in front of him, wiggling the black and gold metal fingers clenched and unclenched them into a fist. Thinking for a second, I bent down to grab a palm-sized rock then backed a few yards away from Bucky.

“Hey,” I called. “Think fast.” I threw the rock as hard as I could towards the back of his head. In an instant, he turned on his heels and as the rock came hurling through the air at an incredible speed, he quickly brought the new hand up in front of his face to catch the incoming projectile. Nodding in approval as I walked back to him I said, “Well now we know your reflexes work.”

“There was probably a better way to test that than throwing a rock at me, what if the arm hadn’t picked up that I wanted it to move? With how fast you threw that, there would probably be nothing left of my head.” Bucky scolded a bit, the rock now falling to the ground from his grip.

I put my hands up in defense. “Hey now, I knew you would have been able to use your other hand. Besides, I don’t think we have time for the better, safer option.”

We left our banter at that and began to walk after T'challa, who had already begun walking back up the hill to the group of cars that had brought them to us.

Once back at the palace Bucky and I were shuttled off to the room we usually stayed in if we came to the city for more than a day. Upon entering I noticed something laying on the bed.

“Well”, I started, moving closer to the bed. “Looks like I wasn't just given a new weapon and you a new arm. We have new fighting gear.” My hand traced over what I assumed to be my suit. My eyes drifted over to Bucky's new jacket and gasped.

“Woah, what is it?” Bucky questioned, concerned at my sudden surprise, as he walked over from the door.

I pointed at the outfits. “These look really similar to what we wore in the war. See,” I lifted up his jacket,” This is literally the exact same color, even the panels running across the front are reminiscent of how your old jacket buttoned up. And the pants,” I dropped the jacket in turn pointing at the brown pants laid out on the bed. “These are almost spot on. My suit even looks eerily similar.” I picked up the structured top, examining it. “Same stone gray accents against the royal blue, that's really weird. Do you think they found a picture of us from then and just took inspiration from that? If not, this is weird.”

“How do you even remember what we wore back then, it's been so long ago. I can barely remember what we had for breakfast.” Bucky replied.

“That's because you’re old.”

“Careful who you’re calling old.”

“What? You are.”

“Yeah, and I’m not that much older than you there Doll.”

“I don’t know thirty-five is kinda old.”

“You are literally thirty, you’ll be thirty-one in three months.” he paused shortly. “Or do you want me to say how old you really are? Hum? Then you would be really old.”

“Alright, I get it. Never mind, you are a spry young man.” I smacked him in the shoulder. “Come on, we should get dressed. Everyone will be here in a bit.”

The suit fit nicely, softer than it looked, but still very sturdy. We had just left the armory and were now headed to the front of the palace where we would meet Steve and the others. I fiddled with the grips of the two pistols I had strapped into each thigh holster.

Even though it was apparently the end of the world, I was still really nervous about telling Steve that Bucky and I had gotten married without him being there.

“Do you think he’ll be mad?”

Bucky looked at me, brows slightly drawn down. “No Doll, he could never be mad at that. He knew we couldn’t reach him. He might be a little upset that he didn't get to see you on the big day, but not mad.” His new hand came to rest on my shoulders and started to rub circles into the leather. My hand came up to meet his, stilling his movements.

"Thank you, you always know how to stop me from worrying."

"Well," his voice was sweet, "it is my job. But you don't really have that much time to worry, look." His free hand was pointing at the large windows up ahead of us where an aircraft was just now touching down.

"Here goes nothing I guess," I took a deep breath and put on a large smile as we walked through the open door out into the sun.

T'challa was walking back to the entrance of the palace with the passengers, telling them who he had in terms of fighters when we interrupted.

"He's also got a semi-stable hundred-year-old man and his charming, bad ass wife," I called out before T'challa could mention we were there.

At that moment Steve popped out from around T'challa. "Did I hear you say, wife?"

"Glad to see you too Stevie." I laughed, giving him a hug.

"When was this? I'm sorry I missed it." He asked as he squeezed me tight.

"A year and 2 months ago. The wedding was at the very end of February." I explained, pulling away.

"Yeah, we wanted you there but you were MIA and we had no clue how to contact you," Bucky interjected, reaching his right arm out and over Steve's shoulder, pulling him into another hug.

"Well, being an international fugitive isn't all it's cracked up to be." Steve laughed.

"Agreed," came a voice from behind him.

I yelled in excitement, "Sam!" I ran to him, leaving Bucky and Steve to talk. "I've missed you," I told him, as he slung an arm around my shoulder.

"Missed you too, although, I'm still offended you didn't come to help Steve break us out of prison."

"Oh come on, I knew he could do it on his own. Plus, I was more needed here." My eyes wandered over to Bucky's widely smiling face. He looked more content now, despite the circumstances, having his best friend beside him. So did Steve.

"Mm-hmm, okay."

"Cut it out, Wilson. Leave her be. We have things we need to do.” Nat’s joking voice came from behind us.

Looking around Sam, I smiled at her and waved before looking ahead again. “You know, I have someone I want you to meet later after this fight.” He so wasn’t going to be happy I named a goat after him.

“Hopefully we will all come out of this fight, but I’m not so sure.” He sounded really worried.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, what we are going to be up against isn’t what any of us has ever been up against before. I’m talking aliens and technology even the twentieth century has never seen before.” Sam’s dementor changed as he talked, no longer light-hearted and joking.

“So, this Thanos guy, he’s what exactly?” I ask as we start to walk again.

“Honestly, I’m not sure. I just know he’s some alien guy. But he wants all the infinity stones for something and it’s definitely not good.” I nodded, taking in what he was telling me. “That’s all I really know, all any of us know.”

“Well thanks for telling me. We weren’t given a rundown before we had to start getting ready.” I said, motioning toward Bucky who was walking to us.

“Sam,” he greeted bluntly before turning his full attention to me. “Steve wants me, you, Sam, and Rhodey to stay out here on the landing pad while the rest of them go to Shuri’s lab. We’re keeping an eye out, the fight will be here soon.”

“Alright, you heard him,” I called out to the two men who were beside us. “Let's go back out.”

“Oh, here, put this in your ear.” Bucky stopped me from turning around with a hand on my shoulder. In his opposite hand was a black ear com. “So we can stay in contact with each other and the team.”

I took it from him and gave him a smile as I situated the com into my right ear. “Thank you.”

We hadn’t been outside for more than thirty minutes when I noticed something strange in the sky.

“Uh, guys. Look up.” My voice a higher pitch than I intended for it to be.

In the sky, what looked like a giant fireball was headed straight down for us. As it moved closer and closer to us I moved closer and closer to Bucky. When it hit the hidden force field protecting the city, sending debris flying off of it in every direction, I flinched, thinking it was going to crash through.

“Steve,” I said into the com, ”I don't care what you are doing, but you need to get out of here, now. We have more of whatever that was incoming.”

“We’re coming. Hang tight.” That was all I received in response.

The fireballs were landing outside of the force field now, in the fields beyond the city. When the dust cleared from the crash zone I realized they weren’t random balls of fire, but pyramid-like spaceships.

“And I didn’t think the future could get any weirder,” Bucky muttered behind me.

“Yeah, I really didn’t have an alien invasion in mind when we would talk of the future way back when.” I laughed, trying to ease my nervousness. Quickly I looked away from the half dozen ships and to the three men standing behind me. “Come on, we need to get to the hovercraft, they will take us to the field. Well, Bucky and me, you two can fly.” I pointed at Sam and Rhodey.

The wind was racing past us as we were driven fast through the field to where the shields stopped. Groups of warriors were already standing ready to fight. Before we stopped, I checked both of my handguns, making sure they had all their bullets, then I checked the four extra magazines attached to my hips. My new staff was also attached securely in its holster.

“Are you ready?” Bucky asked as he put his metal hand onto my shoulder. I looked back, over my shoulder, at him.

“I guess so. Not that this is a time to be excited, but I have really missed fighting, it clears my head.” I confessed to him.

“I know what you mean,” he gave a small chuckle. His hand moved from my shoulder to my hand, pulling me around to face him. His breath tickled my ear as he leaned in closer to me. “I need you to stay within my sight, okay?”

I nodded my head, “I will, I promise.” Reaching my hand out and around his neck, I brought his face down to mine and kissed him. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” He said as we jerked to a stop.

A gasp left my lips as I looked out over the field to the absolutely giant spaceships scattering the woods. “Whoa.” I stepped away from Bucky to the side of the hovercraft. “Those are bigger than I thought, how many people did they bring? Are they even considered people?”

“Doll, I really don’t think that last one is a question that needs to be asked right now. Come on, we need to get out.” Bucky jumps to the ground then turns around, arms held out to me. I carefully slid down the side of the craft and was caught by him and placed gently on the ground.

Quickly we made our way to where Steve and the others were standing in the middle of the formations.

“Stay in formation unless I give the signal. Nat, T’challa, and I are going to the edge of the shield to talk to the invaders.” Steve ordered us before walking off with the other two in tow.

I turned to look at Bucky with a raised eyebrow.

The three of them hadn’t talked long with the two invaders when a loud sound erupted from the ships in front of us and they were on their way back.

“They surrender?” asked Bucky when Steve settled into a stance on the other side of me.

“Not exactly.” He answered grimly as we watched the weird-looking alien things stampede out of the ships.

“What the hell are those?” I asked, barely audible over the loud chanting the Wakandains were doing.

“I don’t really want to find out,” came Sames voice over the comms.

I leaned over to look past Steve at T’challa. “Will the shields hold? They are piling up on it,” I asked.

“They should, but it won't stop them if they are strong enough to push through without being severed apart.” This information didn’t make me feel too good, considering the aliens were clawing their way through the shield as we spoke.

Huffing, I unholster the gun on my right thigh and cocking a bullet into the chamber, ready to take aim. The beasts were slowly trickling onto our side of the shield and they were moving fast. I lifted the pistol with both hands and looked down the sights. “Come on you pieces of shit,” I mumbled as the beasts started to get close enough in range that I could shoot them.

I didn’t blink as shots went off beside me from Bucky and others, neither did I when I finally let my first shot go. The beast I had aimed at tumbled to the ground, tripping the two that were running closely behind it, when they fell, they were immediately met with a round to the head.

They were still coming, even after Rhodey had dropped explosives on them. That's when I noticed that they were starting to move out from the concentrated group in the center.

“They’re trying to surround us, we need to keep them coming straight on!” I yelled as I let four more rounds go. What I wasn’t expecting was for T’challa to open the shield at the densest part of the beast's hoard.

“T’challa, I don’t think that's a good idea!” I called.

“It has to be done,” was his only reply as he stepped out in front of the front line of men. “Wakanda Forever!” He yelled loudly and the crowd around us called out in unison.

I screamed out as well before following the others in the charge down the hill. The shield opened shortly after that, then all chaos broke loose. We were running full speed into the fight of our lives.

Bucky stopped halfway down the hill in order to make easier shots with his rifle, but as I kept going, into the heat of the fight I heard him call out my name. He said to stay in his eyesight, that didn’t mean right beside him.

A beast was headed straight for me, but as it jumped in the air I quickly slid to the ground under it, shooting up into its belly twice. I came up from the ground easily, but I was knocked down by another beast. Its nasty face was snarling close to mine. My feet planted themselves firmly on its underside and then I shoved it off me. I hastily turned around and shot the thing once in the shoulder and twice in the head. It fell limply to the ground after that.

This time I stood without a problem. Two more beasts were standing in front of me once I had a solid footing. A loud screeching erupted from their mouths simultaneously when they lunged forward.

I shot once at the right one but missed. “Shit.” They were still charging, but I swiftly dodged them by twirling to the side. I was behind them now. Before they could turn back I shot them. My clip was empty then so I rushed to release it and replace it with a new one. As I did so, I ducked and dodged the beasts which were running around me at full force.

As soon as the gun was reloaded, I was shooting again. One shot to the head was all it took to take down the beasts swarming around me, but it wasn’t enough to stop them from coming in closer. They were fearless.

I looked around at my surroundings, trying to find a new target when I was struck from behind. My body went flying forward into the dirt and upon impact with the ground, I lost grip of my gun. I let out a yell when I felt a hand wrap around my feet and toss me almost ten yards away.

Standing up I brushed the red dirt from my suit and grabbed my new staff. Since these things are hell-bent on being up close and personal, I might as well bring the fight to them instead of standing back and shooting. I swiped my thumb over the subtle raised dot in the very center and watched as the small piece of metal turned into a staff taller than myself. It took another swipe to produce the spearheads at each end.

Tossing the staff in my hand I then threw it into the head of an incoming beast. The creature fell limply to the ground and skidded to a stop at my feet. Taking hold of the staff again I pulled it free and started to spin it, building momentum. Unfortunately, I was tackled to the ground again by two of the things and this time they were not letting up.

I struggled to get them off of me, nothing was working. My hand gripping the staff was being held down, so were my legs. All I could do was scream as I desperately punched with my free right hand. That was until a streak of lightning shot above me, taking out the two beasts and the others closing in. I shot up from the ground, readying myself for the next attack.

Thor, who I knew of but have yet to meet, was standing in front of us. Lightning sparking around his body. I heard many people in our crowd cheer at his arrival. I gave a whoop as well, in thanks for his saving me.

Although Thor had arrived, the battle did not end. With staff held firmly braced in both hands, I started running full speed ahead, skewering four beasts through the heart. Unsheathing my staff from their bodies made a sick squelching sound and the blood and meat fragments left on the staff almost made me want to gag. There was no time for cleanliness though because a second later I was running back up the field the way I had come. The ground shook as giant metal wheels erupted from the earth, taking out many of our warriors who were in the path.

As I ran, I heard my name being called over to my right. Looking over, I saw Natasha and Okoye standing behind Wanda, who was holding up several of the metal wheels with her magic. Vering off my original path, I ran straight for them before Wanda threw down the wheels, killing the beasts on either side of our small group. I had never been happier to see her than at that moment.

“Wanda,” I yelled, exasperated. “Why were you not down here to begin with?”

Before she could answer, Steve’s voice came yelling through the coms. “Somebody get to Vision!”

I had almost made it to the three women when out of nowhere someone tackled Wanda into the gorge she had created by moving the wheels. Natasha and Okoye hurried down after her. I hesitated at the rim of the ditch, waiting to catch the alien woman by surprise. When she had her back to me, I leaped on top of her, bringing my staff around her neck and choking her with it. She struggled against me but unfortunately the sword she wielded sliced into my thigh, forcing me to release her in surprise and pain.

When I let go, the other two women took my place. I pushed myself upright against the wall of dirt behind me, placing a hand on my throbbing leg. My hand came away dripping blood. I was never one to be woosy at the sight of gore, but seeing my own blood pouring out of me made my stomach turn.

“Here, use this to make a tourniquet.” Wanda’s voice came from my left. She was holding out a ripped piece of her leather jacket. I could see the jagged edge where she had used her magic to help rip it off.

“Thank you.” I took the leather strip from her and proceeded to wrap it high in my thigh, almost three inches from the laceration. My breathing went rigid as I began to tighten it as much as I could. The adrenaline eased the pain of the wound itself, but the added pressure of the tourniquet was excruciating. I took a deep breath before pulling the two ends tight again, crying out in pain as I tied them off.

Looking up from my leg, the alien lady was gone and so was Wanda. I tried to lift myself from my bloody puddle to no avail. My wounded leg just gave out. “You guys are going to have to leave me here.” My voice was shaky. Nat and Okoye looked worried as they slowly came toward me. “I’ll be fine, I still have my gun.” I tried to assure them, but with my leg still slowly bleeding out and my vision blurring, I’m not sure how much they believe me.

Nat came to rest on one knee beside me, her hand gently came to rest on my shoulder. “We’ll go find Barnes.” I just nodded, I was starting to feel too tired to talk.

“You’ll be okay, there has to be a medic somewhere on the battlefield.” Okoye guaranteed, but I couldn’t believe her.

They both left soon after making sure I was situated as I could be bleeding out in a ditch and all.

It wasn’t long after that that Bucky came sliding down into the dirt after me. I let a lazy smile cross my lips, my hand weakly reaching out to him.

“Doll,” he started quietly, “I thought I told you to stay in my eyesight?”

“You did Buck, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” He whispered, his body coming closer to me. His back was resting on the side of the ditch, arms bringing me to lay down in his lap. He smiled down at me before leaning over to inspect my leg. From the blurred look on his face, I could tell it wasn’t good.

“I’m gonna die, aren't I?” I asked, my voice becoming hoarse.

“No, no, You aren’t going to die, not if I can help it.” I could see the shine of tears welling up in his eyes.

“James, don’t lie to me. You’ve always been a terrible liar.”

“I’m not. I’m not lying. You will be okay, you have to be. This battle will be over before you know it and you’ll be fixed up in no time. Back to tip-top shape.” I felt his body shake as he tried to keep a sob in.

“You know, even if it was for only a year, I really enjoyed being your wife.” My breathing started to become more labored, the blood was still leaking from my leg, she must have hit the artery. “Will you promise me something?” My bloody hands came up to caress his face, fingers scratching into his beard.

He only nodded.

“Look after yourself, I’m not gonna be here to make sure you eat anymore. Remember to,” I took a gasp of air in. I could feel it starting, my body shutting down. “Remember to relax, and if you feel that you need to talk to someone, do it. There are more people out there that care for you than just me, okay? Can you do that?”

“I can, but I won't have to because you are not dying on me.” His hand was warm as it grasped mine. He brought it to his lips, kissing it before bringing it to rest on his forehead.

Dark spots were now creeping along the edges of my already blurry vision. “Bucky?”

“Yeah, Doll?”

“Will you kiss me?”

He replied by leaning down to me. I could feel the tears falling from his eyes onto my face as he came closer. His breath hitched as his lips pressed firmly into mine. We didn’t move. We were just there, lips pressed together. It wasn’t one of our most exciting kisses, but I believe it was somehow the most romantic.

“I’m glad I get to say goodbye this time.” I could hardly get the words out as I started to drift in and out of consciousness.

“Doll, not, this isn’t goodbye.” He was shaking my shoulders. “Doll?”

It was becoming a struggle to just keep my eyes open. The sun was so bright and the drowsiness from loss of blood was too great. “I’ll be okay.” I took a deep breath. “Don’t grieve for too long, okay?”

“No, no, no, no, no, no, no. Don’t say that. You can't leave me.” His voice was breaking. “Please!” He cried out. “You can’t. Please don’t leave me here alone. I can't do this without you. I love you. I love you so much.” His breathing was becoming more rapid with every word, all the while I was struggling to get any air down.

“I love you,” I whispered as my eyes finally closed for good, I could no longer keep them open. Soon after that, the noise of the battlefield started to dull, so did Bucky's begging for me not to go. I was in complete darkness now, all my senses were cut off, except for one. I could feel Bucky’s heartbeat. It was rapid and strong, unlike my slow and weak one. It gave me comfort to be able to feel him, to know that even if he didn’t think so, his heart was strong enough to go on without me.

With one last sharp breath, I felt myself still in his arms. I was in nothingness now. No heartbeat, no light, no nothing. I was completely alone, that was until I felt some sort of breeze flowing behind me. I turned my head quickly and to my wonder, there was a rapidly approaching bright light. I turned my whole body towards it and with one step forward, I stepped into that approaching light.

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yostresswritinggirl · 4 years

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xingqiu reading to you? 💃

The shortest yet cutest prompt out of the bunch, honestly was debating on how I'm gonna write this so it looks a bit wacky. Here's compensation to the lil kids who can't read tonight's major fic awww-

Xingqiu Reading to You

I don't think there's nothing that can be more direct than this post. (masterlist)

Whether it be time, patience or length, somehow lately you've been having a hard time sitting down and reading through a book.

You're an avid reader back then, finishing multiple hard back covers on a daily basis, even in one sitting! You've prided yourself with that much stamina to stomach many stories and words, imagining the world of words within your hands so vividly.

This addiction and enjoyment was the main reason you became close to Xingqiu long ago, bonding over books in your two person book club.

Just like him you had trouble putting down a book seeing as the end of each chapter always leaves you hanging and wanting for more, to read more. But that vigor was lost along the way, and even if your shelf housed books that had interested you before (some even in their plastic wraps!) you just couldn't get yourself to reading anymore.

You were thankful, very, that even with this adversary Xingqiu still is faithful at staying by your side even if the interest that made you bond together had long dissipated.

Watching him get lost in his own world with eyes of gold stuck on pages had you sighing one day, envious of his on-going happiness that you wish you can-

"My liege, your face is somber, care to tell me what's on your mind?"

Being outted like that only forced out a deeper sigh as you leaned past his shoulder, dropping your head softly to his lap as you stared at the tree canopy that protects you two from the sun. Yet Xingqiu's smile as he closes his book can never be hidden by any thick foliage.

Your eyes follow the book before it disappears from your sight at this angle, making you shake your head as you look back up at him. Still angelic. "No, no, don't mind me, please continue reading."

Regarding him like that only piqued his interest more as he leans down, cupping your cheeks as he pouts, "Come now, there's no need to hide your thoughts from me." He ends his plead with a whine as he pulls at your cheeks softly, making you whine too.

Always so persistent, you regarded with a smile as the Liyuen frees you.

Shamelessly you wrapped your arms around his waist, nuzzling your face against his clothed stomach as you muffled a yawn. Your obscured vision had you miss the minute detail of crimson fanning over your companion's cheeks.

"I'm so annoyed, I want to go back to reading like I used to before. Pleasee," your drawled out in desperation, kicking at the air to express your frustration as Xingqiu laughed. You felt his soft pats at the back of your head for comfort and he moves under you, an action that only made you tighten your hold around him.

"Little steps, how about I read for you today?" You nodded eagerly at the proposal and he starts.

Xingqiu's voice was already as soothing as a flowing stream but it holds a different kind of gentleness when he reads aloud, especially to someone else, and that is limited to you. Its softness has the ability to lull you to sleep, but the edge and vigor behind them puts you back into the world and beyond.

What you cannot focus on he constructs carefully for you, and his interactions paired with hand gestures always makes you smile and pay attention. You nod as he pauses a second for a big reveal, the eagerness within you causing your lips to quirk up in a smile.

"It was Choi, all along!"

"Ah, I knew it!"

You threw your arms up in frustration before the both of you belted fits of laughter, taking him a few seconds longer before managing to finally finish the book with a soft thud. "The end." You realized that it was now past dusk and that you had been there listening to Xingqiu for more hours expected.

You expected to be half-asleep from 'reading' yet as you sat up, you were pleasantly surprised to realize you were pumped. Enjoying fiction like this once again produces blooms of hope within you, practically buzzing from the realization.

An arm around your waist pulled you out of your reverie as Xingqiu pulls you to stand, guiding you back to the harbour to retreat for the night, "You seem estatic, did you enjoy my storytelling?" Your vigorous nods had him chuckling. "Perhaps we can arrange a timetable to make this into a routine, if it helps with bringing your satisfaction back!"

"Yes, please!" That beaming smile had created an apparation of the past for him where he remembers the times when you two shared books you'll know each other would enjoy.

Slowly but surely, you'll get back to there. Even if he has to read a thousand books in millions of hours, anything to make you happy.

Wow my fingers went brrrt on this one!

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#exile.goblet #exile.flower #sojourner specials #Xingqiu x Reader #genshin impact x reader #gender neutral #fluffy arc #fluff

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steviemae · 4 years

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please can you do a fred weasley fic where the reader and him have been best friends since they first started at hogwarts and they are clearly in love with each other. maybe they kissed once while drunk and neither of them ever spoke about it, and then after the yule ball they are sitting at the top of the astronomy tower smoking weed or something and they finally tell each other how they feel leading to smut !! and then they get caught by their friends and george the next morning

there wasn’t any mention of pronouns, so i did my best to make it as gender neutral as possible. it’s quite vague as i’m not used to writing gender neutral smut yet, but i hope i did it justice.

There wasn’t a day that went by that the memory of yours and Fred’s drunken kiss hadn’t crossed your mind. You were slightly less intoxicated than he was, Fred having obviously pregamed before coming to his own party. The two of you never mentioned it to each other. You assumed when Fred hadn’t mentioned it that he didn’t remember and that was okay. The last thing you wanted to do was ruin your friendship. So here you were, at the Yule Ball with someone else. not enjoying your night whatsoever. All your date wanted to do was get you out of your clothes.

You had managed to sneak away from your date to get some punch you figured was probably spiked already. A sigh of relief escaping your lips for a moment alone.

“Enjoying yourself, y/l/n?” a familiar voice said from behind you.

“Hardly. My date is quite handsy.” you said turning to face Fred. “Are you enjoying yourself, Fred?”

“My date ditched me.” he said motioning over to Angelina who was now dancing quite promiscuously with your date.

“Funnily enough, Freddie. That is my date.” you said, an amused smile finding its way to your lips over the top of your cup. You took a drink as Fred snapped his head back to you, eyes wide. You nodded, answering his silent question.

“Wanna get out of here?” he asked, pulling a small bag out of his jacket pocket, eyebrows wiggling as he waited for your answer. “Some Hufflepuff’s created their own hybrid, gave me some to try out.”

“Lead the way.”

Fred took your hand in his, leading you away from the ball and towards the astronomy tower. Your favorite place to hang out and let loose. Once in the astronomy tower, Fred grabbed the blankets you had hidden in one of the cupboards to keep the two of you from freezing as the wind nipped at your exposed skin. You happily took the blanket from his, wrapping it around your shoulders as you watching him roll a joint for the two of you. his expert hands holding your attention far longer than you would’ve liked. you watched as he brought it to his lips, lighting the end of it and taking a few puffs before handing it over to you.

“how did they not get caught by professor Sprout? Surely they didn’t try to grow this in the herbology classroom.” you asked taking a few puffs yourself.

“According to Cedric, they grew it right in the common room. Professor Sprout never even noticed it.”

“I’m beginning to think she actually does notice these things, she just doesn’t care to mention it. There’s no way they haven’t gotten caught yet.”

The two of you finished the joint in silence. Allowing the affects to sink in. Fred had shrugged off his jacket and extended his legs next to yours. The blanket covering your laps as you sat facing each other.

“i have a confession to make.” you said breaking the comfortable silence between you two.

“ooo, do tell.” Fred insisted, shifting in his spot to sit up straighter.

“I’m not sure if you even remember, but that night months ago when you and George threw that party after the last quidditch game of the season, you brought me up to your dorm and you kissed me. We were drunk beyond our limits, but i remember. And i can’t stop thinking about it.” you weren’t sure if it was the drugs talking or if you were just tired of not knowing whether or not Fred remembered, but in that moment, you needed to get it off your chest.

Fred sat staring at you for a moment. A lazy smirk slowly sweeping across his lips. “and to think this whole time i thought it was you who hadn’t remembered.” he chuckled.

“You were far more gone than i was, Freddie.”

“I remember everything when it comes to you, darling.” He whispered. Whether it was the wind or his words that made you shiver, you couldn’t tell, but goosebumps covered any exposed skin as you stared into the eyes of your best friend.

“i think i like you as more than a friend, Fred.” you finally whispered.

“wow, two confessions in less than five minutes. I’m going to have to get more of this stuff if it means you tell me these kinds of things.” he joked. You judged his thigh with your foot, dropping your face slightly to hide the growing blush on your face.

“i have a confession too.” He sat up, scooting closer to you so your faces were mere inches apart. “i’ve liked you as more than a friend since the day i saw you in the great hall.”

“that was five years ago, Freddie.” you stated.

He hummed in response, not saying anything else as he leaned forward, connecting his lips with yours softly. You melted into the kiss, allowing his to move you so that you were straddling his lap. The blanket that was once shielding you from the cold, tossed to the side, no longer needed. Your hands tangled into his long hair, gripping tights as you attempted to pull him closer to you. His hands gripping your waist, moving your hips to grind into his own.

The two of you shed each others clothing until there as nothing preventing you from being as close as humanly possible. Your moans and panted breathing filled the astronomy tower. Hands gripping anything they could find.

“Don’t stop, Freddie. i’m close.” you whispered into his ear, nails digging into his shoulder blade before dragging down his back. His groans got louder, as did your moans. Everything was heightened from the drugs making what you were feeling a million times more pleasurable. It wasn’t long before the two of you came, gripping tightly onto each other as names fell from lips.

Fred pulled you in for one more heated kiss before he rolled off you, retrieving his button down shirt and your underwear for you to put on. He pulled his boxers and his trousers back on before laying next to you, pulling the blanket over the two of you and sleeping the rest of your high off.

The next morning, you woke up to child like giggles coming from behind you. Reaching up to rub the sleep from your eyes, you opened them to find George standing over you, a cheeky smirk and mischievous glint in his eye.

“have fun last night, did yah, y/l/n?” he asked, nodding towards a still sleeping Fred and the remnants of your clothing thrown haphazardly around you.

“Merlin, please tell me you’re the only one up here.” you groaned, bringing the blanket up to cover your face.

“Sorry to disappoint, y/n, but the whole crew is behind me. No one could find you two last night. We’ve been searching all morning. Wasn’t until Cedric told us what he’d given Fred that we figured out where you might’ve been. Didn’t expect to find you this way though.”

“Piss off, all of you. We’ll be in the common room in a few.” Fred’d morning voice sounded. You looked over to find his eyes still shut, but an annoyed expression on his face told you he had been awake for most of that conversation. His arm moved to snake around your waist and pull you closer, burying his face in your neck, ignoring the teasing comments coming from his siblings and friends as they made their way back down the stairs.

“i think we’ve got some explaining to do.” you whispered, a small giggle escaping your lips as he brought his hand up to cover your mouth. Shushing you as he attempted to go back to sleep for a bit longer.

#fred weasley smut #fred weasley fanfiction #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley #The Wizarding World of Harry Potter #Harry Potter #harry potter imagines #harry potter fanfic #fred weasley blurb #imagines

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harryimaginedstories · 4 years

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on your side

genre: au (while I don’t like the term ‘au-fic’ at all imagine the two characters are in college together and in their early twenties.) angst and some fluff as well.

about 5k words

it’s entirely different than anything I have ever published and I really love it. please let me know what you think and stay safe during these wild and often scary times.

read more here: my stories

photo: taken from instagram, previously taken by somebody from the movie AWC, which also inspired me (kinda) to even write this.

They started arguing pretty much the second the car door fell shut behind them and even ten traffic lights, countless of turns and getting honked at twice, didn’t stop their heated exchange of words. Harry’s hands held on to the seat tightly, an attempt not to touch her thigh like he normally would, while hers curled around the steering wheel until the white of her knuckles showed. It wasn’t uncommon for them to fight. They had never been one of those couples who didn’t call each other out on their bullshit or who tried hide anger when there was reason to feel it. However, this was the first time that they weren’t on their way home, where their argument could be settled in private. Instead, Harry and Y/N, both infuriated with each other, were on their way to a party. With one generous rotation of the wheel, Y/N parked Harry’s black car in the last free niche on the street of the frat house. The vehicle gave an unpleasant sound and Harry closed his eyes, his nostrils flaring. Before he got the chance to complain, Y/N swung open the door, stepped out and threw it shut hard enough to know it would set him off.

“Jesus fuck!” Harry shouted, opening the passenger door and stepping out, too.

She waited long enough to press ‘lock’ on the keys once he was out, then she walked away. With quick strides he caught up with her, and had he not been as angry as could be he would have probably felt hurt at her for not waiting up like she would have any other day. Walking next to her he turned to look at her profile, trying to catch her eyes, but she refused.

“Would you mind not taking your crazy out on my fucking car?”

“Oh, so you do care about that then. Good to know,” she snapped back.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Y/N halted and so did he. They were standing on the pavement, one house away from where there could already be heard the dull sound of music blaring and a good meter of distance between them. Any other night they would be standing there, too. Only not to deliver a few more blows before pretending to be alright while their friends were around. On any other night, Harry would have taken advantage of the warm weather, by letting his hands roam across Y/N’s bare arms. She would have given him a kiss or two and made him a laugh at least as much. He would have reminded her for the fifth time (at least) that she looked beautiful. There wouldn’t be any distance between them, let alone one entire meter.

“There is one thing I’ve been hearing clearly through all of the bullshit you’ve said today,” Y/N hissed, her lips barely moving and her hands curling into tight fists by her side, “which is that you don’t give a fuck about me.”

“Oh my god.” His throat bobbed as he swallowed thickly, his head falling back before snapping forward quickly, “You’re being such a lunatic!”

Wind picked up some of her hair and pushed the loose strands into her eyes, breaking the angry stare she’d held with him and for a moment, Harry could have sworn she appeared to be younger. Then she brushed the hair off with shaky hands and back she was, angry and exhausted.

“You’re a dick!” Y/N squealed,

“Well, clearly we could go on,” he snapped and rolled his eyes, “but our fucking friends are waiting for us so do you think you can manage to avoid me for the next few hours so we can at least settle this at home?”

Y/N crossed her arms over her chest, hiding her cleavage which he had tried not to stare ever since she’d put on the blue dress. That damn dress. Focusing on it now it only irked him further. She knew how much he loved it when she wore this particular piece of clothing. It had spent the night on the floor of his bedroom or over the back of a chair often enough. He was certain she’d put it on specifically to spite him.

“Fine, let’s go. But since you’re unhappy with my parking,” Y/N stepped forward and reached up, pressing the hard metal of Harry’s car keys into his chest, “you get to be the designated driver tonight.”

Her fist lingered on the fabric of his black T-shirt. Feeling her touch him momentarily paused his thoughts. All anger was forgotten, as if the wind had picked it up, too, and carried it far away. Harry whimpered and her lips parted, their eyes connecting without any trace of hurt in them. Then his hand found hers and she dropped the set of keys into his palm, snapping them both out of their brief moment of peace.

“I don’t want to see you right now,” Y/N stuttered, blinking rapidly until her eyes turned darker again.

“Don’t come look for me later when you’re drunk and feeling sorry,” Harry replied, before he stepped around her and walked towards the frat building.

Y/N lost sight of him the second he stepped inside. Despite still feeling angry with him, she couldn’t stop herself from briefly wishing he wouldn’t have left her alone. She didn’t like being left alone at a party. Neither did he, for the matter, but she refused to feel guilty for sending him away. Y/N drew a shaky breath and stepped inside, instantly greeted by the smell of alcohol, smoke and pot. A big banner had been hung from one side of the hall to the other, wishing everybody a cheerful start to the new semester. Underneath mingled numerous students, all of which held drinks in their hands. Already Y/N recognized a few of them from some of her classes, she didn’t feel like talking to them however. To her luck she spotted a few friends of her in the first room she entered and was quickly greeted with hugs and kisses to her cheek.

Dena, a girl Y/N had grown close with through sharing an equal distain for their econ teacher, pressed a drink into her hand and smiled. “You look like you need at least two of these.”

Y/N smiled sadly. “That obvious, huh?”

“Well, you didn’t cheer in delight upon seeing us like you should have so,” said Clara, another friend Y/N had made whilst talking badly about her teacher.

“Oh, yeah, I’m sorry.”

Dena nudged her. “Also, your boyfriend stormed past us earlier so we expected something was up.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” Clara asked.

Y/N shook her head and took a long sip from her drink. It tasted of a mixture of beer and vodka, which on any other day she would have refused to drink. “I really don’t.”

“Great. Then let’s just cheer to us.”

The two girls raised their own cups and waited expectantly for Y/N to do the same. Dena grinned at her and cleared her throat.

“To us, the coming semester, which we will fucking ace. And-” she paused, looking at Y/N, “to knowing when to kick your boyfriend’s ass. Cheers!”

“Cheers.”

Harry stood by the unlit fire pit in the lounge area, where the chairs had been pushed aside to create a dance floor. A scowl was deeply etched onto his face and he had yet to smile genuinely. He blamed the alcohol he wasn’t allowed to consume for how poorly he was feeling, but he knew even if he had drowned his veins in liquor, it wouldn’t be until he’d feel her touch him that he would be in a better mood. He stood back watching with a few of his mates, who were all except one, very drunk, as some freshmen clumsily turned the dinner table into a bear pong station. Matt, the only sober one left, had tried to get him to talk about why his mood was so sour three times already, receiving no answer each time. Harry rolled his eyes upon feeling him nudge his shoulder again.

“Where’s your girl?”

Harry shrugged. “Don’t know.”

He’d been cursing her short height since turning around and looking for her in the crowded hallway thirty minutes ago. She’d slipped past him without him noticing, and while he was too proud to go look for her properly, it annoyed him that he wasn’t able to casually spot her whenever he scanned one of the many rooms that had been turned into a club. He especially didn’t like it since he knew that she was drinking. Blindly he felt for his phone in his pocket, ensuring for the tenth time that its volume was turned up. Should she call him, he wanted to be sure that he wouldn’t miss it.

“Didn’t she come with you?” Matt pressed on, either oblivious to Harry’s annoyance or simply indifferent to it.

“Doesn’t mean she can’t wander off on her own, does it?” Harry replied, his voice rough.

He’d never really liked Matt. Actually, he’d liked him a lot once. They’d even considered becoming roommates in their second year. He’d liked him, up until he’d gotten together with Y/N and noticed the gleam in Matt’s eyes the first time he’d introduced her to him. Their friendship dissolved fast after.

“I’m sure she can. She’s always been good at enjoying parties, hasn’t she?”

Harry didn’t reply. Once more his eyes scanned the room frantically, detecting every single face in hopes of recognizing the eyes to the one he loved.

“Dude!” Eric, a tall and broad looking bloke who’d just become team captain to the football team, stumbled into Harry’s side, knocking him back.

“Sorry! Shit,” Eric laughed, doubling over, revealing that he was clearly drunker than he should have been, “I’m sorry, mate. Wow, I need to lay off a little.”

“No kidding,” Harry replied, but smiled when Eric slung a heavy arm around his shoulders. The unmistakable smell of alcohol fanned over his face as Eric talked, and his nose scrunched up.

“You’ve been wearing a look as depressing as Matt’s sex life-”

“Hey, fuck you, Eric!” Matt snapped, unamused.

“-and I intend to fix that. C’mon.”

Harry didn’t fight it as the taller guy dragged him away, out of the lounge and into another room further down the hall. He certainly didn’t mind getting away form Matt. Regardless of them having been friends once, Matt was the last person he wanted to be around when he was having a rough time with Y/N. The smoke was thicker in this room and the music a little quieter. There were less people dancing and more sitting around on the couches and chairs. A few stood by the wall in small groups and some, the ones Eric was walking towards, were standing opposite a dart board. They cheered upon seeing the two guys approach, making more noise than anybody else in the room.

“You’re on my team and you’re gonna help me win, yeah? M’taking advantage of you being sober as a stone. Your aim is probably better than any of theirs.”

Harry laughed and nodded, accepting to be involved. “I’ll try my best.”

The first dart arrow was thrust into his hand by a guy named Kyle who appeared to be on the same team. Half an hour later and Eric was grinning from ear to ear, writing their leading score numbers onto a makeshift writing board that was really just the coffee table. Something the guys living in this house would be happy to find in the morning. Y/N watched him. Despite being intoxicated, or perhaps because of how intoxicated she was, she noticed every muscle of his back move each time he raised his arm. Her heart fluttered whenever he laughed and she felt a heat grow at the pit of her stomach whenever he leaned his head to the side, revealing the back of his neck to her. And above his neck was his ear, which hid a spot right under his hairline where he liked to be kissed. Y/N’s lips parted at the thought and her toes curled. He hadn’t noticed her when entering the room. She didn’t blame him though, since she’d successfully hid herself behind Dena and Eric’s big body also worked wonderfully as a shield. Despite anything she’d said before the party, she was immensely relieved to see him. The vodka-beer mixture which she’d learned had been invented by Clara, was disgusting but also got her drunk faster than she had expected. Or intended. Another round of cheers erupted as Harry scored another point for his team.

“Not fair. You won’t give them as much as a chance to win.”

A chill rushed down Harry’s back at the sound of the honey sweet female voice behind him, and Y/N, too, froze in place. Slender fingers touched Harry’s arm, caressing the skin despite being less than welcome to. Upon turning around he was met with Silja, who’s face wore a smile equally sweet as her sly voice. Though standing by the opposite wall, Y/N swore she could hear Silja as if she were standing next to her. She would always be able to detect her voice, especially if the words she spoke were directed to Harry.

Dena followed her friend’s gaze and raised her brows. “Haven’t seen her in a while. I thought she dropped out.”

“Would have been too nice,” Y/N growled.

She’d never actually talked to Silja herself and she surely didn’t intend to. Before getting together with him, Y/N had been mostly oblivious to who was genuinely interested in him and who she imagining to be. Only with Silja there had never been any doubt. Even before Harry had become hers, she’d felt a bitter taste collect in the middle of her tongue whenever the pretty brunette girl tried to talk to him. Once her claim on him had become justified, she disliked Silja and her upfront behaviour all the more.

“Hey, you know you don’t have to worry about her, right?” Dena said quietly, reading Y/N’s expression, “Harry has rejected her what, three times already? Even before he was with you. He’s not interested in her.”

“I know. I’m not worried about that,” Y/N said quickly, stepping around Dena to get a better look at her boyfriend and the girl that had yet to remove her hand from his arm, “I trust him.”

“Doesn’t make her less of a bitch,” Clara grumbled, also staring at them intently.

The three girls watched Harry turn to look at Silja. He gave her a tight lip smile before he stepped away to make room for the next player, conveniently shrugging off her hand in process. To their dismay, Silja followed him.

“I haven’t seen you this summer,” she complained in an uncomfortably high voice, that was laced with feigned displeasure, “Where were you hiding?”

Harry sighed, wishing Y/N would find him already, and rested his back against the wall. The last thing he needed for this party to become worse were the advances of the woman standing before him. “I wasn’t.”

Their summer had been great. They spent it looking for a flat to move into together. One weekend they’d taken the train out to the ocean and spent two days in a pretty bed and breakfast, where nothing distracted them from each other and everything, even their sheets, held the faint smell of sea salt. He wasn’t about to tell any of that to Silja though.

The girl pouted, smudging her lilac lipstick at the corners. “Didn’t you miss me at all? Not even a little bit?”

“No.”

She smiled. Her neck moved to the side as her eyes mustering him. “You and your attitude. I really missed that.”

Harry let his head fall back and for a moment Y/N forgot to eye the girl hitting on her boyfriend and instead stared at his throat. She longed to kiss him there, too. The darkened expression taking over his relaxed face quickly brought her attention back. Thinking about kissing him had made her miss the words Silja had said to upset him.

“You’re wasting your time missing me.”

At last, Silja’s smile dropped. “You’re still with her, then?”

“Yep,” he replied shortly.

“Fine,” Silja pushed the long brown locks off her shoulder and crossed her arms, “maybe if she fucked you right you wouldn’t be such an asshole all the time.”

“Fuck off, Silja,” Harry snapped, pushing himself off the wall to instantly tower over her.

“Harry! Your turn again, mate.”

Without giving her as much as a second look, Harry turned away and followed Eric’s call. Dena’s hand rested on Y/N’s shoulder, squeezing her gently whilst smiling at her. Y/N exhaled loudly and relaxed. She didn’t doubt Harry’s capability of getting rid of Silja. She’d also truly meant it when she’d said that she trusted him. But after their argument she wasn’t so sure that he didn’t want to receive some affection tonight, be it from anybody. While she would have hated it, simply entertaining Silja’s flirting wouldn’t have been cheating. A warm feeling overtook any worry left in her body upon watching him turn Silja away. He didn’t bother look at her again but walked back to his friends to resume the game, treating her like she wasn’t even there. He didn’t even give Silja the satisfaction of remaining angered by her words. Giving up her attempts, Silja walked away and left the room quickly, her cheeks slightly rosy in embarrassment.

“Remind me to kiss him later for that,” Y/N said, her voice holding more love for him than she would usually let on whilst angry.

Clara laughed. “So you’re not mad at him anymore.”

“Ugh, don’t remind me that I was or I might still be.”

“What were you two fighting about anyway?” Dena asked.

Y/N took another long sip from her drink, before remembering that she’d wanted to not drink any more for the night. Oh well.

“He didn’t come home last night. Without notifying me. He fell asleep at stupid Rick’s place and neither of them bothered shooting me a text or ringing me about it. I spent all night worried sick.”

Y/N’s expression hardened at the thought of waiting up for him. She’d paced around the living room of their new flat before settling on the couch, vowing to stay awake until he returned. She’d had half a mind not to call his mother or sister, not quite worried enough to ask them.

“I didn’t see him until an hour before coming here ‘cause I had to work today. So we didn’t have time to properly fight about it.”

“Didn’t he say he was sorry?”

“Sure he did, as well as stating that I was overreacting and not his mother.”

“Ugh, men,” Dena grumbled, then she changed the subject, “Let’s get refills in the kitchen!”

Harry got bored of the game after the fifth round, but stayed to play until the team he’d joined won by a margin. Then he politely excused himself from playing another round. Though she’d told him she didn’t want to see him, Harry really wanted to see Y/N and he figured over an hour of distance sufficed for her to calm down. Maybe she would even allow herself to be happy about him finding her. He strolled around the room, then went looking in the hall and finally searched the lounge. If only she were a little taller, he thought once more. All of sudden he heard a loud shout. It wasn’t one of the usual party hollers, it was one that held no joy at all. With swift strides Harry crossed the room, turned left in the hallway and entered the kitchen. This time he didn’t have to search to see her. Y/N was sitting on the counter, her legs dangling down and her hands curling around the stone surface. Across from her was the kitchen table on which all of the different liquor bottles had been placed. It was also where the single shout turned into several. A guy Harry hadn’t ever seen around campus before stood next to a broken bottle of vodka. His hand curled into a fist and his face was red. Opposite him stood Dena, a girl Harry barely knew beyond her being a friend of Y/N. Next to Dena was a guy named Dylan, his face painted with guilt and worry.

“You fucking broke my shit!” the stranger shouted.

Y/N flinched. It wasn’t Dena who’d pissed off the wrong guy, but Dylan who had tried to make a drink for them. She didn’t feel any less involved if the guy were to be shouting at her. The second the bottle had broken and the tall stranger exclaimed that it’d been his, Y/N had felt fear curse through her. She hated it. She hated how a man shouting was so scary that she froze in place. Just like she always did when afraid, her eyes began to search for Harry. Heavy like a wave and equally overwhelming was the relief when she saw him lingering in the doorway. Their eyes met. Y/N visibly relaxed. She could read the question in the look he was giving her and she eagerly nodded. There were so few people scattered around the small place, Harry had no trouble reaching the counter. Once in arms reach she held out her right hand, whimpering when his fingers slotted through hers and holding on tight. Any anger towards each other was forgotten the moment their skin touched. Y/N gave a determined pull until he stood next to where she was sitting, her legs touching his waist. Harry didn’t say anything, but he allowed her to let go of his hand to instead hold on to his shoulder. His own settled heavily on her thigh, relishing the feeling of her bare skin. He didn’t complain when her fingers curled tightly around the fabric of his shirt, nor did she mind how intimate it felt to have his hand on her naked thigh. His eyes quickly scanned her face, waiting for her nod, confirming that she was alright. Y/N smiled gently, relief mirroring in her eyes. Harry returned her smile. His heart clenching when he noticed the faint veil of alcohol before her eyes. Ever so slightly, their heads leaned towards each other, then his nose softly touched her forehead.

“He didn’t do it on purpose,” Dena said defensively, “and these bottles are for everybody to use.”

Harry shifted closer to Y/N but removed his nose form her hairline. Unwillingly he turned his attention back to where the argument grew. The stranger’s head, figuratively doubling in size by the minute, was red and looming over Dena like a balloon hovering in the sky. He had to admit it was impressive that Dena, equally short as Y/N, refused to back off.

“I wasn’t asking you! You and your friend better figure out how to replace my drink and you better do it fast!”

“Mate, lay off a bit, will ya? They didn’t do anything on purpose,” Harry interrupted, his voice calm and steady, “Why don’t you just grab one of the ten other bottles and leave ‘em alone?”

The stranger, slightly shorter than Harry, turned to look at them. Y/N tightened her hold on his shoulder. She was mentally preparing herself to jump off the counter and at the stranger’s throat instead, should he as much as try to pick a fight with Harry. Noticing her shift beside him, Harry’s hold on her intensified.

“Leave them alone?” the tall guy snapped, “that was twenty fucking quid he broke!”

“Bit embarrassing that you’re whining about twenty quid,” Harry said, wearing a smug grin, “and picking a fight like some kind of neanderthals who found out somebody’s pissed into his cave.”

Dena giggled and so did Y/N, along with some bystanders who’d gathered to watch. The bloke narrowed his eyes, first at Harry, then at the girl sitting beside him.

He opened his mouth to speak, but Y/N interrupted him. “Quit looking at me and spare me any sexist bullshit you’re about to say.”

The guy rolled his eyes, then smiled. “You’re pretty for a bitch.”

Y/N’s hand yanked Harry back by his shoulder equally fast as he’d pushed off the counter to lunge forward and at the guy. The movement caused him to knock against the counter uncomfortably. She didn’t let go and didn’t move, despite Harry’s enraged breathing getting louder.

“Fuck you!” Harry shouted, eyes wide.

Anger oozed out of his pores and heat settled in the small kitchen. Calm and collected only a moment ago, he was all the more scarier now that he was enraged. Scary enough to make the stranger take back a step. Y/N loosened her hold on Harry’s shoulder, sliding her hand down to press against his back instead. She rubbed his spine gently, hoping to ease him by letting him know she was okay.

"You need to leave,” Y/N stated, her voice calm.

“Definitely,” Dena agreed, her eyes trained on her friend before finding Harry.

He didn’t return her gaze, his eyes remained on the tall blonde. They stayed put until the guy lowered his empty cup to the table, the movement slow and deliberate. He clearly didn’t want it to look like he was leaving because he was told to, so he took his time. But finally he turned away, before at last leaving the kitchen and hopefully the party all together.

Harry shuddered upon feeling Y/N’s nose against the shell of his ear. “I’m fine, Harry.”

“What a wanker.”

“A fucking wanker,” Y/N replied, her smile practically audible in her voice.

Harry turned around to face her, all of his attention returning to where it belonged: her. His eyes looked into hers intently, reading every answer to all of his unspoken questions.

“Are you alright?”

“Yes. Are you?”

He nodded. “Did he try anything before I came?”

“I noticed him about zero-point-five seconds before you arrived, Harry. I’m fine, I promise.”

Her hands gently took hold of his face. The fingers of her left hand traced along his jawline as tenderly as one would the rim of a glass in hopes of eliciting a sound. That’s how Harry sometimes felt when she touched him. Like she was being as tender as she could possibly fathom to be.

“Does that mean you’re gonna go back to being mad at me?” As he spoke, Harry moved closer. His hands rested on each side of her hips, allowing his body to get closer to hers as he leaned forward.

Y/N laughed and shook her head, their faces so close they almost touched. She enjoyed the warmth of his breath fanning against her throat.

“Are you? You were at least as pissed off as I was.”

He shrugged, then playfully nudged her nose with his. “No.”

“Then I think I’ll let it go, too,” she answered, faking to be coy, “For now, you still owe me an apology later.”

Harry laughed. “That’s fair. Promise to mean it this time, too.”

Her eyes narrowed. She took hold of his chin, holding him still so she could kiss him without giving him the chance to deepen it. The feeling of his mouth slotting with hers, be it as briefly as it was, ignited her like nothing else could. Any remaining worry was pulled from the corners in her body where it had hidden, and was thrown out not to return. Harry took over. All of the space inside her that could belong to an emotion, now belonged to him.

“I knew you didn’t mean it earlier,” she breathed accusingly against his lips.

“I meant it a little,” he said, curling his hand around her wrist to pull away the hold she’d taken and he kissed her a second time before she could complain.

Despite their desperation their teeth didn’t clash together, nor did their noses unintentionally bump. They’d kissed too many times not to blindly meet each other without missing. His tongue glided along her bottom lip, hers pushed his aside so it could trespass into his mouth. Frantic hands held on to her hips and her thigh, eager fingers remembered to be gentle as they settled on the back of his neck. Harry moaned and Y/N pulled away.

“Thank you,” she whispered, just enough space between them so she could speak.

Harry’s kisses trailed down from the corner of her mouth to her cheek and her jaw, his lips warm, wet and determined. He allowed one kiss to last a little longer, followed by a small lick to her earlobe.

As satisfied as could be as long as they weren’t alone, he raised his head to look at her again. “What for?”

“Being on my side even when we’re fighting.”

The smile gracing her features was so genuine he could have melted, just like her words were spoken with more love behind them than he could detect. He smiled and willingly moved his head to the side, so she could kiss below his ear. The heat in his belly grew and he let her know by squeezing her hips.

“Ditto.”

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quicksilverownsmysoul · 3 years

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13 Going on 30 pt. 3

A Peter Maximoff x reader fanfic based off the movie 13 going on 30

Summary: You are so excited when the most popular girl in your school agrees to come to your 13th birthday party. But after a cruel prank you find yourself wishing that you were popular and older. By some miracle your wish is granted but isn’t as wonderful as it seems. You turn out to be a major jerk and you don't even talk to your best friend Peter anymore. Can you fix everything and get back to normal or are you stuck living like this forever

Warnings: Angst, Some suggestive content, But it’s mostly pure fluff. (Also Peter has no powers in this fic, and some scenes will be changed to fit Peter and his personality and so I can be creative with it!)

Word Count: 2103

Peter thought it was safe to say that adult life sucked. And it wasn't just because he had run out of lucky charms this morning and had to settle for something called shredded wheat that was hidden away in the back of the panty. They were gross and tasted like cardboard, but Peter was all out of groceries so this would have to do.

No nothing had seemed to go right for him after high school, he went to college, (even though he spent most of the time partying and goofing off), got the degree and yet he was barely scraping by. But he couldn't complain, all that much at least. He enjoyed his job and even if at times it was hard to earn money he wouldn't trade it for the world. He had fallen in love with photography in freshman year and decided to major in it. He had a minor in business too, something you had always told him would be useful as a backup. You were always practical like that, making sure he never completely fell over the edge. But he was hesitant to use it, because in using that minor it kinda meant he was giving up his dream. Giving in to the regular, soul crossing 9 to 5 job that everyone seemed to have. Peter was a dreamer at heart, in a way it would kill him to do anything other than photography.

He ate a spoonful of his cereal, making a face at the dull taste. Chewing, he glanced over at the stack of bills littering the counter. A lot of them were piling up, sooner or later he may have to give into the normalcy of a business job. Work had been slow lately and very boring. More often than not people hired him to take photos for their weddings or graduation, simple stuff. Stuff that had him bored out of his mind. But there were no clients currently so until he got one he had all the time in the world to himself. Which he loved at first but now it seems he was falling into a bit of a routine.

Peter aimlessly wandered around the kitchen lost in thought, his eyes drifted toward the collection of pictures pinned to his fridge. There was a picture of you on there, from before you had cut him out of your life. Peter set the bowl down on the counter and gently lifted the magnet to pull the picture off. It was a polaroid of you two, You had your arms wrapped around Peter’s shoulders, hugging him from behind. His hands were resting on yours, you both were smiling, teeth missing.

This picture was from the first day of first grade. Even back then Peter had had some feelings for you. And the way his eyes looked at you and not the camera was proof of this. Peter ran his thumb gently over the faded picture, for a moment he let himself wonder about how you were doing, before he snapped himself out of it. He put the picture back in its place and picked his bowl back up. It was too early to be having thoughts like that.

Peter yawned and lazily plopped down on his worn out sofa, flipping through the channels on the tv. There was nothing on, signing he threw out the rest of his cereal, it had gotten soggy while he was busy reminiscing. He dropped the empty bowl into the sink, only adding to the collection of unwashed dishes. He glanced over at the phone and the soft blinking of the red light, indicating he had voicemails he hadn't listened to yet. He knew he was going to have to take her calls sooner or later but right now he didn't want to deal with her.

He headed to the park and decided to do some laps on the path, running always helped him to relax and clear his head. He always got stares and shy smiles from the women that were jogging, he found out that apparently the silver hair that everyone made fun of him for was very attractive to women now. Something he used to use to his advantage to pick up the occasional hook up.

After that he went to go get groceries and then played on his pacman machine until lunchtime. He totally knew how to spend his time. He made his way over to the kitchen and looked at all the new groceries he had bought. Twinkies, instant ramen, mac and cheese, he picked up the box of lucky charms, weighing the option of eating it for lunch. He thought better of it and put it back on the shelf, he really needed to eat healthier, god knows sooner or later his metabolism was going to give out.

He picked up the phone and placed an order form the Chinese place a couple blocks away, ordering way more food than he needed. That way he wouldn't have to cook for the next few meals. Peter was inherently lazy and cooking was not something he was very good at. So when he would he just ordered takeout and leftovers so he could eat them later. He hung up the phone and walked over to the fridge and took out the milk, drinking it straight for the carton, while he was doing that he heard a loud knock on the door. “That was quick.” The knocking continued non stop over and over, “I’m coming hold on!” He yelled out as he shuffled to the door and opened it peering through the opening that the chain allowed. “You know it’s rude to-'' The words died in his throat. There was a woman standing at his door, wearing a coat over her night dress.

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You hadn't been able to pay attention to the briefing your boss gave, your assistant came in about half way through and handed you a small slip of paper. She said that she had found Peter’s address like you had asked. You had pulled her into a hug, creating an awkward tension in the room. The meeting had seemed to go on forever, and for the life of you you couldn't even remember what it was about. As soon as the meeting ended you had bolted out the door, ignoring the calls of your boss and colleagues telling you that work wasn't over yet.

You had found his apartment after randomly asking strangers in the street which way it was. You were at his door, the number on it hanging lopsided. You began to rapidly knock until the door was pulled open. “You know it’s rude to-”

He paused as he saw you staring at him. He furrowed his brows in confusion. “You’re not the chinese delivery guy.”

You felt your eyes widen as you took him in. “Peter?” You asked in a small voice.

He narrowed his eyes suspiciously at you. “Yeah?”

You let out a sigh of relief, smiling. “You’re tall.” You looked him up and down. “And you’re so handsome.”

His face turned red at your words. He didn't even know who this random woman was that was standing here, telling him he was handsome. He leaned against the doorframe, taking another drink out of the carton. “I’m sorry do- do I know you?”

He watched your face fall. “You don’t know me?”

“No?” He said, wiping the dribbling milk off his chin. Even after all these years his mannerisms were the same.

“Wait! “ You said rushing forward. He jumped slightly at the sudden action. “It’s me, I saw you yesterday. Well I was thirteen yesterday so I guess it wasn't yesterday. Because now i'm old and I don't know where I am-” Peter watched you ramble on and slowly began to close the door. You continued on. “But you were there at my party-”

Peter paused, squinting his eyes and looking at you closely.. “(Y/n)?” He asked hesitantly, reopening the door as much as the chain would allow. “(y/n) (y/l/n)?” You smiled wide at him.

“Yes! Yes it’s me!”

Peter slammed the door shut in your face. You heard him unlock all the locks on his side of the door, when he was down he swung the door open. “Hey.” he gave you a small smile. You lunged at him and tackled him in a hug, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck. He just stood there frozen, slowly moving his free hand up to awkwardly pat you on the back. “Come in I guess.” He muttered.

You pulled back smiling at him. Even after all this time your sweet smile could make his heart skip a beat. You looked around his small apartment taking it all in. Peter did his best to kick discarded clothes into the closet, and keep you from seeing what a mess it was. You looked along his walls to see framed pictures of portraits and beautiful landscapes. “Are you still taking pictures?” You asked,

“Uh yeah, they pay the bills.” He quickly grabbed the pile of unpaid bills, stuffing them behind the couch cushion. “Usually.” He muttered under his breath. You were pacing around his apartment, in confused circles. He nervously rubbed the nape of his neck. “Hey, (y/n) I don't wanna be rude but why are you here?”

“Petey I told you.” You said moving closer to him, he let out a little laugh.

“Petey wow, no one has called me that in ages.”

“Petey listen I came here cause something really weird is happening. Yesterday was my 13th birthday and then today I woke up and I’m this!” You said gesturing to your body. Peter tried his best not to look you up and down, he couldn't deny that you had grown up well. You were even more beautiful than he remembered. “And you’re that!” You said gesturing towards him.

Peter looked down at himself self consciously. “Gee thanks. Do I really look that bad?”

“No!” You quickly said. You felt yourself blush as you looked him over. His hair was tousled and messy, he was wearing an oversized pink floyd crop top and from the looks of the hem it seemed he had made it himself. You watched the veins in his hands ripple and his arms slightly flex. “Uh you,” You let out an embarrassed laugh. “You actually look really good, like really good.”

Peter flushed at your words and turned away so you couldn't see his blushing face. “Wow.” He whispered under his breath, he lifted a hand up to his face, doing his best to hide the smile that was forming. He turned back to and regained a serious composure. “Are you sure you're okay (y/n).” He took in your mismatched outfit and broken heel. “Are you high? Have you been smoking pot? Doing drugs, cause if you are I’m not judging as long as it’s just weed or something. Cause I mean I get it, I get stressed to and every now and then need-”

“No, no.” You said shaking your head rapidly. “Wait do you do-,” You lowered your voice to a whisper. “Do you do drugs Peter?”

“No! No.” Peter shrugged. “Ehhh well not drugs, just weed.” He defended. But looking at your judgmental eyes he quickly continued on. “And I don’t, well I don’t that much any more. It was in college you know how it was.”

“Actually I don’t.” You moved even closer to him. “Look, I was sitting in my closet, and I- I skipped everything. I can’t- I can’t remember my life.” Your eyes were watery as you started back at him. His heart ached seeing you like this. You continued on. ‘You need to help me remember my life.”

At this he scoffed, and pretended to look around as if you were referring to someone else. “Me?” he said pointing to himself, letting out an airy laugh. “That’s rich.”

“What why?” He let out another laugh at your response, this one was dry. He looked at your face and saw that you weren’t kidding, you were serious about asking for his help.

“(Y/n) I can’t.” He was in disbelief, did you seriously have no idea what you had done to him. “I don’t know anything about you. I haven't seen you since high school.” Your face morphed into one of confusion.

“What?”

What he said next pained him, and he couldn’t bring himself to look you in the eyes. “(Y/n). We’re not friends anymore.”

You felt your heart shatter into a million pieces. “What?”

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toastedqueso · 3 years

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Take A Shot

Pairing: Jungwoo x Original Female Character | Reader

Words: 6k

Genre: Comedy, Smut, Strangers to Lovers

Warnings: Alcohol consumption (drink responsibly), Betting, Explicit sexual content

Summary: A handsome stranger at Yuta’s soccer match watching party catches Ella’s attention. Unfortunately for Ella, the stranger, Jungwoo, is rooting for the enemy. They get entangled in a bet and maybe both of them are winners.

A/N: This has idea has been floating around for a while since I found out Jungwoo is a Manchester City fan. The fic has been sitting around for a while and it’s time I finally posted it. Thank you for reading!

Ella clutches the bottle of Prosecco close to her as she walks the short distance from where her Uber driver dropped her off to Yuta’s townhouse. Ella was looking forward to this party all week. Yuta had been planning for a while to host a soccer match watching party on his brand new fancy TV, which he couldn’t stop bragging about. He let Ella as his soul sister have the honor of the first viewing event be an important match for her favorite soccer team, Liverpool FC. The match is against Manchester City and regardless of how much money Man City spent in the offseason on new players, she’s confident Liverpool FC will win.

Yuta had told her that the party would be just her and a few of his other friends she had hung out with before. They seemed nice from their previous encounters, but she was ready to put them in their place if they questioned her soccer knowledge.

Ella takes a deep breath to relax. She can feel her pre-match nerves creeping up and she needs a drink fast. Ella rings the doorbell when she reaches the front door. Yuta opens the door before she drops her hand away from the doorbell.

“Welcome! Come on in, sis!” Yuta bear hugs Ella and takes the bottle of Prosecco. “Nice. I was in the mood for some mimosas.”

“When aren’t you? You always act like you’re on ‘Real Housewives’,” Ella gruffs and ducks befor Yuta can rufflle her hair. She slips her shoes off and follows Yuta into the townhouse.

Yuta and Ella became fast friends when they started working at the same Graphic Design company 4 years ago. They’re known as “Double Trouble” at work for all the chaos they cause. Some of their nosey coworkers initially suspected they were more than friends, but they quickly quashed those rumors when they started referring to each other as siblings and Yuta brought his girlfriend, Maria, to their office parties.

Ella gives Maria a hug when she spots her in the Living Room. She scans the room to see that the guests are already here sipping their drinks and eating nachos. She greets Johnny, Taeyong and their girlfriends, then notices an unfamiliar face. Yuta has quite a few attractive friends, but this friend was different. His soft brown hair frames his pretty face, which nicely contrasts his tall physique. When he stands up, he towers over Taeyong and Yuta, but stands a hair shorter than Johnny.

“Woah,” Ella quietly says to herself as she tucks a strand of her wavy black hair behind her ear. She now wishes she put in more effort in her attire. She hastily threw on her Liverpool jersey with her medium wash jeans. Fortunately, she did curl her hair and put on some light makeup to highlight the golden glow of her skin.

Ella and the stranger make eye contact and she notices his eyes go wide for a second. Before she can introduce herself to the stranger, Johnny calls his name to grab his attention. Jungwoo.

The guys huddle by the TV to admire it like treasure. While they discuss future viewing plans for Yuta’s brand new fancy TV fit for King, Ella watches Jungwoo bite his lips as he inspects the TV. He catches Ella’s eye as he’s scanning the room and smiles. Ella breaks her stare and looks around to find Maria.

“Want a drink?” Maria asks, noticing Ella is still drinkless. Ella definitely feels far too sober to have to spend the next few hours with the handsome stranger. If Maria suspects anything from Ella's actions since stepping into the townhouse, she doesn’t mention it.

Breaking the awkwardness she feels from possibly getting caught in the act, Ella heads to the kitchen and pours herself a glass of white wine. She practically chugs the wine down and pours herself another glass to sip slowly. Getting drunk before the game would lead to her being really loud and maybe breaking Yuta’s new TV if the game didn’t go how she hoped and she didn’t have new TV money.

Ella heads back to the living room, wine in hand, and settles in on the couch. She gently swirls her wine glass while contemplating how to introduce herself to the stranger. She’s so deep in thought that she almost misses that the handsome stranger is heading towards the kitchen until he’s screaming if anyone wants anything. She watches him walk into the empty kitchen before she chugs the rest of her wine. She gets up too quickly and has to grab onto the sofa arm to steady herself.

“Fuck it. It’s now or never,” Ella tries to hype herself up as she heads into the kitchen.

She finds the stranger concentrating on pouring a mix of liqueurs into a cocktail shaker.

“What are you making?” Ella asks, causing the stranger to jump a little.

“Oh! You’re just in time! I’m mixing my special drink. I call it ‘Jungwoo’s Special’!” Jungwoo announces as he shakes the cocktail shaker.

“What makes it ‘special’?” Ella asks bluntly.

Jungwoo laughs. “Be prepared to be amazed!”

“I’m Jungwoo by the way. I meant to introduce myself to you earlier, but Johnny dragged me away. A TV over a girl, he’s so inconsiderate,” Jungwoo replies.

Ella blushes. She doesn’t want to read too much into Jungwoo’s words, but she lets herself hope he meant something more by it. “I’m Ella. I’m one of Yuta’s work buddies.”

“Oh! You’re the work sister! I guess I need to be extra gentlemanly,” Jungwoo laughs.

“So is the ‘Jungwoo’s Special’ something a gentleman would offer a lady?”

“Why don’t you try it and find out?” Jungwoo gives Ella a mischievous look. Jungwoo pours the drink for Ella and hands it to her. She takes a sip and nods her head. It’s a good drink, but guessing by the bottles he left uncapped, it was a potent drink.

“It definitely knows how to treat a lady,” Ella says. Taking a step closer to Jungwoo, she can feel how much bigger he is than her. She has to crane her neck to look up at him. She notices Jungwoo looking down at the Liverpool FC badge on her jersey and smiles.

“Liverpool fan?” Ella cocks her head. Jungwoo gives her a sweet smile. With all the liquid courage in her, she takes a step closer to Jungwoo.

“Man City,” Jungwoo replies with a playful glint in his eyes.

“Wow, you’re a glory hunter.” Ella gives him a horrified look and shoves his torso. If she wasn’t feeling her pre-game rage and animosity for Manchester City, she would’ve commented how his abs felt solid like a rock.

“If that’s what you want to call supporting the best players and manager in the world, then sure!” Jungwoo teases.

“It’s a TEAM sport. It’s about how everyone works together to win, not just a bunch of megastars.” Ella retorts.

“You make it sound like Liverpool doesn’t also buy the best players and have a great manager,” Jungwoo points out. Ella couldn’t argue with that.

“Touché. But at least we don’t throw all our money at everything.”

“How about we place a bet?” Jungwoo propositions. He knows they won’t get anywhere with their argument, but maybe a bet could make things interesting.

“Seriously? A bet?”

“Come on, it’ll be fun. It’ll be some extra fun for the match,” Jungwoo coaxes.

“Fine, what are the terms of the bet that you propose?”

“If Liverpool wins, you get to pick what to do and If Manchester City wins, I’ll get to pick what to do. To make this a little more fun, not only does the winner get to pick what to do, but they get to pick a thing or wish for each goal their team scores.”

“What if it’s a draw?”

“We can go with who had the most possession in the game.”

Ella sips her drink and contemplates whether to accept or not. She had come into the kitchen to expect a bit of talking, maybe some flirting, but not a bet. The only downside would be if Man City won, but Ella was pretty confident Liverpool had this game in the bag.

“You have yourself a deal, Jungwoo.” Ella stretches out her right hand for Jungwoo to shake. Jungwoo lights up and shakes her hand.

“No matter who wins or loses, I’m sure we’ll both end up winning at the end.” Jungwoo winks at Ella before he chugs the rest of his ‘Jungwoo Special’ drink.

They settle into the couch in front of Yuta’s fancy TV. The players complete the pre-match rituals of pennant exchanges and hand shakes and then the kick off. Liverpool gains possession early and builds up momentum. The two teams go back and forth creating chances, but no one scoring. Ella glances over at Jungwoo from time to time and notices even Jungwoo seems to feel the tension. Then in the 39th minute, Liverpool breaks away with the ball and scores a spectacular goal.

“FUCK YES!” Ella screams and jumps around. Yuta high fives Ella to celebrate.

“In your face!” Ella says with satisfaction to Jungwoo.

“Don’t get too cocky. The game is far from over.” Jungwoo playfully shoves Ella when she sits down.

Ella rolls her eyes and shoves Jungwoo back. Five minutes remain for the first half. Each team approaches the last few minutes differently. Liverpool seems to be playing it safe while Manchester City is looking to equalize. Ella nervously takes a sip of her drink. Even if Liverpool is leading, she can’t help but feel something worrying looming in the air. Unfortunately, her gut instincts were right. As soon as she puts her drink down, Manchester City takes possession of the ball and scores. Jungwoo starts jumping up and cheering. Ella huffs and lays back onto the sofa.

“We’re even now,” Jungwoo says as he shakes Ella’s shoulder.

“Whatever. There’s still another half,” Ella replies. She lightly smacks Jungwoo’s thigh. Jungwoo laughs at her reaction.

Both teams seem to just pass around the ball to wind down time before the referee blows the whistle to signal half time. Jungwoo springs up to head to the kitchen. Jungwoo asks if she needs anything, but Ella just waves her hand to indicate she’s fine. Ella needs a few moments to wallow in her misery. In the middle of her self pity, she feels someone land on the couch next to her.

“Ooooh you two are getting cozy,” Yuta comments.

Ella rolls her eyes. “It’s nothing. I’m nice to everyone.”

“You can lie as much as you want, but I know you better than that.” Yuta nudges her arm. “Really though, he’s a good guy. You guys are getting along. You obviously think he’s hot. I saw you chase after him and go to the kitchen.”

“Can we not talk about this right now? He’s the enemy. I have a bet to win.”

“Hate sex is a thing you know.”

“Don’t imagine that, please,” Ella groans, rubbing her forehead.

“Are you imagining it?” Yuta gives Ella a quizzical look. “You totally are! I won’t tell him. Do you. Or rather, do him.”

“Do who?” Jungwoo chimes in right as Ella picks up a pillow to smack Yuta while he’s laughing.

“The only thing I’m doing is going to the restroom,” Ella replies as she gets up.

Yuta continues laughing at his own joke and Ella smacks him with a pillow before she heads to the restroom to freshen up. The game is tied 1-1 and she really needs to channel some positive energy into Liverpool. She freshens up and grabs a bottle of water from the kitchen then settles back into the couch next to Jungwoo.

“Here. I got you some pizza.” Jungwoo hands her a plate with 2 slices of cheese pizza. “I can’t have you throw up on me.”

“Wow, that’s really all you care about?” Ella scoffs.

“I care about you! You should eat. Win or lose, your health is most important” Jungwoo replies. The pizza may have lost its oven fresh heat, but the gesture is still sweet. If she wasn’t trying to fight for her team's honor, Ella would probably kiss Jungwoo.

“Thanks,” Ella meekly says as she turns her attention to the pizza. She hopes he can’t see her blush while she’s nibbling on the pizza.

The second half starts and Ella’s nerves are back. Both teams are picking up momentum and creating chances for a goal. Feeling her stomach churn every time either side attempts to score, Ella puts the pizza on the coffee table. She nervously taps her foot and hopes Liverpool can keep possession if they can’t score a goal.

“Have you thought about what you want if you win?” Jungwoo tries to break the tension. He leans back into the couch.

“No, have you?” Ella asks. Following Jungwoo’s actions, she leans back too.

Jungwoo looks like he’s in deep thought when the game commentator starts screaming. They bring their attention back to the TV and watch Manchester City score their 2nd goal in the 88th minute.

“OH FUCK.” Ella deflates on the couch. Jungwoo is high-fiving everyone, almost spilling Taeyong’s beer on him.

“Well, that’s it then,” Jungwoo says. He plops down on the couch

“There’s still extra time.” Ella knows it’s unlikely to win, but if Liverpool can scrap up a draw, then maybe she might have some hope.

“Don’t worry. Even if I win the bet, you’ll still feel like a winner too,” Jungwoo says with a playful look.

The remaining minutes of the game are uneventful and Man City grabs the win, much to Jungwoo’s delight. Jungwoo spreads his arms inviting Ella in for a hug. Ella shoves his shoulder away instead.

“Aww don’t be like that! That’s not good sportsmanship. Or sportswomanship!” Jungwoo complains. He slowly inches closer to Ella. She rolls her eyes and finally relents. She would be lying if she didn’t admit that Jungwoo gave great hugs. Yuta looks over in their direction and gives Ella a look that says he’s definitely interrogating her later.

“There you go! That’s the spirit!” Jungwoo commends, patting her back.

“Congratulations. Have you thought about what you want?” Ella asks

“Already in a rush to claim the prize?”

“I’m pretty sure you won and it’s your prize.”

“Oh, don’t be like that. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it just as much as I will!” Ella feels nervous as Jungwoo takes his time to contemplate what to ask for.

“Don’t leave me in suspense!”

“Okay! Okay!” Jungwoo raises his hands in defense. “My first reward is that we exchange numbers.”

She hands Jungwoo her phone and watches him add his number. He texts himself from her phone to make sure he has her number too. Ella was hoping for something grander, but she’ll settle for that now. A part of her was hoping he wouldn’t stick to being a gentleman as he said before.

The rest of the weekend passes by in a blur and Ella finds herself back at work too soon for her liking. She’s looking through her email inbox when Yuta comes in and smacks her on the shoulder.

“Good morning!” Yuta shouts at her. He plops down on her desk, causing a few stray papers to crumple. Ella opens her mouth to complain until Yuta shoves an iced coffee in her face.

“Thanks Yuta. I desperately need caffeine,” Ella says, taking the iced coffee from Yuta.

“Soooo tell me about you weekend, my dear friend.”

“I did laundry on Sunday.”

“And Saturday.” Yuta gives her a pointed look as he sips his coffee.

“I was at your house to watch a Liverpool match,” Ella deadpans. She knows he’s trying to weasel all the gossip out of her.

“Yes, tell me more. More than just the game and where you were. Tell me all the other details.”

“What are you trying to get at?” Ella squints at Yuta. She knows what he’s after

“This development of you and Jungwoo. Don’t think we didn’t notice!”

Ella rolls her eyes and turns back to her laptop. “Thanks for the coffee, Yuta. These emails aren’t going to delete themselves.”

“Don’t ignore me! I’ll get my answers at lunch!” Yuta gets up and leaves to his desk on the other side of the divider in front of Ella.

Ella turns back to her email. She has a few design mockup requests from clients she needs to get to this week. Some clients were better with their requirements than others. She was already dreading the long email chains and meeting after meeting with clients who couldn’t describe their requirements well. She knows at some point during the week she has to set up some time to work with Yuta on a project for one of their bigger clients. She knew the cat would be out of the bag by then and Yuta’s nosiness would only get worse.

Jungwoo (9:02 AM): Good morning beautiful ❤️

Ella feels a little flustered seeing Jungwoo call her beautiful.

“Thank God Yuta left already,” Ella thinks to herself. If he saw the message, he’d never let her live in peace.

Ella and Jungwoo spent the entire Sunday texting back and forth, but Yuta didn’t need to know that. She learned that he’s a Mechanical Engineer, which she hadn't expected at all. They talked a lot about their lives and interests. Ella was glad she was getting to know him better and didn’t let a football rivalry get in their way.

Ella (9:03 AM): Good morning! Don’t you have work to do?

Jungwoo (9:03 AM): But I like talking to you!!!!! Talk to me!!!!!

Ella (9:10 AM): Can’t right now. Maybe in a few hours? Yuta is going to grill me at lunch 💀

Jungwoo (9:11 AM): I’m bigger than him. I’ll hurt him!!!

Ella turns her phone face down and turns back to her laptop. She has a design draft halfway completed that she wants to get done before lunch. She puts her hair up in a messy bun and gets back to work.

Lunch time comes around sooner than anticipated. Yuta’s head pops up from the other side of the divider.

“Ready for lunch? I’m starving,” Yuta announces as he stretches.

“Yeah let’s go. Poke?” Ella suggests. She grabs her purse and phone and walks towards the door.

“You read my mind!” Yuta follows closely behind.

They complain about their workload on their short walk over to the Poke restaurant. Although it was nice they had a constant stream of clients, they needed more designers to balance the workload. After ordering their food, they settle down at a table by the window.

“It’s so nice outside. It’s criminal that we have to work indoors,” Ella comments as she digs in.

“Hmm, yeah,” Yuta gives a short reply, as he scarfs down his food. “Enough about that. Now tell me about Jungwoo!”

“What do you mean ‘tell me about Jungwoo’? He’s your friend! You know more about him than I do!” Ella replies. She knows what he’s getting at, but refuses to give into his demands for gossip so quickly.

“You know what I mean! You two have something going on!”

Ella rolls her eyes. “It’s not like that! We just had a bit of friendly competition and banter on Saturday and we’ve been talking.”

“Uh huh, right. ‘Banter’. Next thing you know, you’ll end up in bed together!” Yuta accuses, pointing his fork at Ella.

“Can’t you keep it down! We’re in public!” Ella whispers.

“Everyone could do with some gossip on a boring Monday.” Yuta shrugs. “Whatever is going on with you two, I approve.”

“God, you're not my dad!” Ella rubs her forehead. She knows Yuta isn’t going to let this conversation go easily.

“Thank God for that!” Yuta agrees. “Anyway, all of this was part of my master plan anyway. I guess Johnny was too tall. Taeyong was too pretty. Jungwoo is slightly shorter and I guess slightly less pretty.”

“Johnny and Taeyong are also very much taken,” Ella points out. “And why are you insulting Jungwoo behind his back?”

“I’m not! There’s no point in being the tallest or prettiest. He has the right amount of both,” Yuta explains, shoving the last spoonful of his Poke in his mouth.

“I’m going to expect updates!” Yuta says. He gets up to throw away his empty bowl and trash.

Ella looks at her phone notifications and sees 10 texts from Jungwoo. She’ll have to read them once she’s back at her desk. She can’t risk Yuta’s prying eyes seeing the messages. Once Yuta’s back, they leave and take their post-lunch walk before they head back into the office.

After she settles back into her chair, Ella pulls out her phone and goes through Jungwoo’s messages. The texts have jumped from 10 unread to 20 unread messages. Most of the texts are of Jungwoo sulking about Ella ignoring his texts.

Ella (1:10 PM): Sorry, just got back from lunch with Yuta

Jungwoo (1:11 PM): I thought you ghosted me! But I forgive you. I don’t want you to starve.

Jungwoo (1:11 PM): What was he grilling you about?

Ella (1:12 PM): You duh lol

Jungwoo (1:12 PM): ME??

Ella (1:13 PM): Actually about us

Jungwoo (1:14 PM): He’s just jealous. He doesn’t have what we have.

Ella (1:15 PM): What? Soccer rivalry?

Jungwoo (1:16 PM): OK that and he’s not as hot as us

Ella takes a moment to think how to reply when she sees Jungwoo typing again. She decides to wait and see what he says before replying.

Jungwoo (1:18 PM): Speaking of us…I believe I’m owed a 2nd wish. Let’s grab dinner Friday night? At the new Brazilian Steakhouse you mentioned?

Ella (1:20 PM): Sure! I’ll meet you there at 7?

Jungwoo (1:20 PM): It’s a date 😉

Ella feels butterflies thinking about their date. Suddenly all of her work seems a lot less important than planning her attire for her date. She makes a mental note to go through her closet as soon as she gets home.

Fortunately, the work week breezes by quickly. Unfortunately, it’s Friday afternoon and Ella still hasn't decided what to wear on her date. Although they aren’t dining at a formal restaurant, Ella wants to dress up a little this time. Sorting through her dresses, she finally settles on an off-the-shoulder forest green dress that sits right above her knee.

With her outfit picked out she does her makeup. She decides to do a bronze smokey eye to accentuate the bronze glow of her skin and complement the color of the dress. Ella decided to do a nude mauve lip. She curls her black hair into even waves and sets the waves with hairspray. After she’s done with hair and makeup, she changes into her dress. After surveying her look in the mirror, she decides to put some bronzer and highlighter on her collarbones to accentuate them. After she’s satisfied with her work, she checks the time -- 6:15 PM. She had to put her jewelry and shoes on now if she wanted to be on time.

Ella picks out a pair of golden strappy stilettos to wear with the dress. She accessorizes her outfit with gold hoop earrings and several gold bangles on her right wrist. She does a final check in the mirror and is finally satisfied with her appearance. This look definitely had the glam factor to balance her casual look from last Saturday.

Grabbing her purse, Ella rushes out of her apartment to meet her Uber. The Uber ride takes about 25 minutes and Ella arrives at 6:55 PM. She sees Jungwoo check in with the host as she walks into the restaurant. When Jungwoo turns around and sees Ella walk in, she notices his eyes widening.

“Wow.” Jungwoo keeps scanning her from head to toe.

“Hello to you too, Jungwoo,” Ella greets. She giggles at his reaction.

“I forgive you for being a Liverpool fan. I might even become a Liverpool fan now,” Jungwoo replies. He comes closer to give her a hug. Ella laughs and smacks Jungwoo’s arm away.

“I tried to look good for you too!” Jungwoo points to himself. He did look good. He’s wearing a beige sweater, which accentuates his wide shoulders, and black jeans.

“Okay fine, you look good too,” Ella says, going in to give him a hug.

“Of course I do. I did it all for you,” Jungwoo whispers in her ear. Ella buries her face in his chest hoping he doesn’t notice her blushing.

“Sir, your table is ready,” their host announces. They jump apart quickly and follow the host to their table. Ella keeps her head down to hide her embarrassment as she makes her way to the table.

The host explains to them how the ordering will work. The waiters will come around with different cuts of meat and give them a slice. They each get a green card and red card - green to indicate to the waiter they would like more meat and red to indicate they don’t. They both order a glass of red wine. While they wait for their wine to arrive, their waiter serves them a basket of Pão de Queijo, Brazilian cheese bread, and their salads.

“You know, I’m really surprised you’re a Mechanical Engineer,” Ella says before taking a bite of Pão de Queijo. The bread tastes like a deliciously cheesy cloud and she has to stop herself from moaning.

“Why? Do I look dumb?” Jungwoo asks, holding his Pão de Queijo next to his pouting lips.

“No, no! That’s not what I mean! It’s just that you look, I don’t know, you’re tall and handsome.” Ella hopes she didn’t offend him.

“Just say you think I’m really hot. Is a hot nerd one of your fantasies?” Jungwoo teases.

“Let’s see if you get to find out,” Ella says with a glint in her eye. She isn’t going to let him win so easily.

A waiter comes by with some meat and they start piling up their plates. They compare which cuts and marinades they like the most.

“Say ‘aah’. Let me put this meat in you,” Jungwoo

Ella leans back and gives him a pointed look.

“What? You don’t want my meat?” Jungwoo asks suggestively.

“Just that little piece?” Ella leans forward and whispers, “You need to give a girl the full experience.”

Jungwoo chuckles. “I was waiting for you to ask, babe.”

Jungwoo leans over and places the meat closer to Ella’s mouth. Ella looks into Jungwoo's eyes and bites the meat off the fork. She leans back and slowly chews. They seem to be having a staring contest, which neither wants to lose. Ella slides her right foot slowly up his left leg while maintaining eye contact. Her foot makes it up to his thigh before Jungwoo squirms and closes his eyes.

“That’s cheating!” Jungwoo grabs her ankle.

“Hey, no one said there were rules.” Ella laughs.

“Babe, you don’t want to play dirty with me,” Jungwoo warns. He slowly moves his hand up her calf.

“Maybe I do.” Ella smirks and drinks the last bit of her wine. “I came here to win.”

“Your place or mine? I’ll grab the bill now or I’ll do you right here.” Jungwoo leans over, letting go of her leg.

“Mine. I’ll call an Uber,” Ella replies. Her clothes were probably strewn everywhere in the bedroom, but at least the rest of her apartment was spotless. She couldn’t be as sure about Jungwoo’s place and didn’t want the potential mess to ruin her night.

Jungwoo gently places a kiss on her cheek and walks over to a waiter to pay their bill. Once he’s out of sight, Ella pops a mint in her mouth and requests an Uber. Jungwoo comes back soon and they leave the restaurant hand in hand.

Their Uber arrives a minute after they leave the restaurant. Ella rests her left hand on Jungwoo’s thigh. She teases him the whole ride by slowly moving her hand up his thigh and giving his thigh light squeezes. Jungwoo silently curses and grabs her hand to prevent her from going any higher. Fortunately, they arrive at Ella’s apartment sooner than their estimated time and they scramble out of their Uber quickly.

“Thank God! Another minute in there and I would’ve started making out wit you in the back seat!” Jungwoo exhales.

“Can’t keep it in, huh? You’re really playing to lose,” Ella comments.

Jungwoo stands behind her and grabs her hips. “If it means we’ll take our clothes off sooner, I’ll gladly lose.”

She giggles at his impatience and quickly types in her apartment code.

“Just a few more minutes. And no funny business in the elevators. I can’t have a Man City fan ruining my rep in public,” Ella jokingly warns.

Jungwoo back hugs Ella and moves close to her ear to whisper, “Don’t worry. I like to do my ruining in private.”

Ella giggles as they make their way into the elevator and presses the “5” button for her floor. Thankfully, the elevator goes straight to her floor and they’re at her door soon. Ella tries to focus on opening the door while Jungwoo is pressing light kisses to her neck. Finally, she finally manages to get the door open despite the distractions. Jungwoo pushes them in and quickly pins her to the door, causing it to slam closed.

“Fucking finally!” Jungwoo shouts.

Jungwoo dives in for a kiss. He slides his hand up from her cheek and grabs her hair. Ella can feel the pent up frustrations from the way he deepens the kiss. He breaks their kiss to trail soft kisses down her neck sending shockwaves of pleasure through Ella. He finds the sensitive spot on her neck and begins sucking. His actions make Ella quiver, causing him to smirk.

“Fuck, Jungwoo,” Ella moans.

“Where’s your bedroom?” Jungwoo asks.

She points to the closed door on the opposite side of the apartment. Jungwoo goes to lift her up, before she stops him.

“I’d fuck you in these stilettos, but shoes on my bed are an absolute no.” Ella starts untying her right shoe. As good as her whole look was, she was now wishing she opted for easier shoes to get out of.

“We’ll do that somewhere else next time, Princess.” Jungwoo bends down and helps her out of her other shoe.

Once Ella’s shoes are off, Jungwoo throws her over her shoulder and heads to her bedroom. He pushes her door open and throws her on the bed. He makes quick work of taking off his sweater. Ella gasps at how ripped he is. She had felt through his clothes he was toned, but seeing his abs up close was a different kind of thrill.

Jungwoo hovers above Ella and gives her shoulder light kisses.

“Where’s the zipper?” Jungwoo asks.

Ella takes his right hand and leads it to the zipper on the back of her dress. He hastily unzips her dress, almost breaking the zipper. She slips out and tosses the dress to the side onto the pile of rejected clothes for their date. Ella unhooks her strapless bra and tosses aside as well.

“God, since I saw you in this dress, I wanted nothing more than to take it off,” Jungwoo confesses.

“Well, are you going to do anything or just talk?” Ella questions. She crawls back to Jungwoo on the bed.

Jungwoo laughs before he seals their lips. This time he moves slower, relishing the feeling of her pouty lips against his. Ella tugs his lip and lightly swipes his lower lip with her tongue to push him to pick up the pace.

“Anxious?” Jungwoo questions. He begins to trail kisses down her neck, chest and torso. He softly licks below her belly button to the hem of her underwear before he slides her underwear off. He moves his fingers down her folds, feeling her wetness.

“So wet already. You really want me, huh.” Jungwoo continues rubbing his fingers on her folds to tease her.

She gives his head a light shove, inciting a laugh from Jungwoo. He slowly rubs her clit, causing her to tremble. She arches her back when she feels him lick up her pussy. His tongue focuses on licking her clit as he slowly inserts a finger. She tangles her fingers in his hair giving it a slight tug encouraging him to continue. He adds another finger and pumps his fingers faster. The sensations drive Ella to dig her heels into Jungwoo’s back.

Jungwoo slips his fingers out causing Ella to whine. He begins kissing her while he reaches down to unbuckle his belt and slip his jeans off. Ella slides her hand down his abs, caressing his solid muscles. Her hand makes its way down to his boxers, feeling his hardness through the fabric.

“Don’t worry about that,” Jungwoo says. He shakes her hand off and hastily takes off his boxers.

“I just want to be inside you already.” He gives his already hard cock a few strokes. “Condom?”

Ella points to her night stand. Jungwoo quickly rips open the packet and puts on the condom.

“Ready?”

“I’ve been ready for hours.” Ella grabs the back of Jungwoo’s head and gives him a kiss.

Jungwoo breaks the kiss and laughs at Ella’s impatience. Ella leans back on a pillow and Jungwoo places soft kisses on her shoulder before he lines himself up to her entrance. He slowly enters Ella’s pussy.

“God,” Ella moans. Her toes curl from the pleasure she feels.

“Keep calling me your God. I’m going to fuck you like one.”

Jungwoo picks up the pace and thrusts deeper each time. The sensations cause Ella to wrap her legs around Jungwoo’s hips, trying to feel more of him. He reaches down to rub her clit, causing Ella to shake in pleasure. Ella feels her orgasm building up and digs her nails deeper in his back.

“I’m gonna come,” Ella’s voice comes out in a whisper.

Jungwoo rubs her clit faster and her orgasm finally hits her. Her pussy pulses as she rides out her orgasm. Jungwoo thrusting becomes more erratic and he takes a few more strokes before he comes too. He collapses on top of her after he’s done, almost crushing Ella's body. She’s reeling with the sensations of her orgasm and how much bigger he is than her. Jungwoo gets up after he catches his breath and discards the used condom in the bin. He slips back into the bed and snuggles close to Ella. They lay entangled together, basking in each other’s presence.

“If you won, what would you have wished for?” Jungwoo asks, after he places a soft kiss on Ellas lips.

“You really want to know that?” Ella raises an eyebrow.

“Yeah, I can handle it.”

Ella laughs. “I would’ve just asked to fuck.”

Jungwoo gasps. “Seriously? Did you think I was that easy? I told you I’m a gentleman!”

“You just said you wanted to rip my clothes off at the restaurant!”

“But we got to know each other first at least!”

“Whatever you say, Jungwoo. I’m sleepy. We can discuss our kinks in the morning.” Ella curls up closer to Jungwoo.

“After the Man City match.” Jungwoo muffles into her hair.

“NO! You’re not watching that trash here!” Ella shoves Jungwoo away.

“Please? We can go for round 2 before and I’ll get us breakfast.” Jungwoo pleads.

Ella contemplates for a moment. “I’ll think about it. Now let me sleep.”

Ella cuddles up to Jungwoo and rests her head on his shoulder. Maybe sleeping with the enemy wasn’t such a bad idea.

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could you do A for the soul mate thing with felinette?

(Sorry it took me so long to reply! I’m still trying to keep up with my schedule for the “New Girl on the Block” fic, but rest assured that I’m totally writing all of the requests for this when I can! The next one I’m going to be working on is V for Daminette. I hope you enjoy the snippet and thank you for the ask!!)

If someone had the choice between technical immortality and certain death, it should be safe to assume that that person would accept the former. Technical immortal was the only logical option, after all. No one wanted to die. And yet, people chose death everyday. In fact, they were obsessed with it, because certain death guaranteed one thing that immortality couldn’t: a soulmate.

When a person turns eighteen, their aging process freezes due to some strange magic that scientists still can’t explain. From then on, that person will remain eighteen until they find their soulmate, specifically until they touch their soulmate directly with bare skin. Once their soulmate is found, they will begin aging as usual, as if they’d never become temporarily immortal in the first place. Some people speculate that this gives the two soulmates a chance to grow old together.

Felix, personally, believed that it gave him a chance to harbor an unlimited life span free of charge. Who needs a soulmate when you can explore all of the things in the world that are normally hindered by the aging process? There were too many things that he wanted to accomplish for him to worry about something as fickle as love or relationships.

One of those things happened to be building up the fashion empire that he had inherited.

It was hard to gain the respect that he deserved at first considering his physical appearance made him seem like a child, but once people found out that he was in his late twenties, it made things much easier. Now, three years has passed since his accepting the role of acting CEO, and the company’s success rate has been steadily rising until their profits were through the roof. He’s quite proud of it, if he’s being honest.

Felix straightened the papers on his desk and set them to the side, catching the glimpse of his golden wrist watch as he did so. The little hand pointed towards one in the morning, telling him that he’d spent another late night at the office. He didn’t mind, though. These were the things that needed to be done for his company to excel.

However, he also needed sleep for the company to excel, and this seemed like a good stopping point if ever he saw one, so Felix stood from his rolling chair to begin gathering his things to leave.

“Hey, Sir, are you up there?” A voice crackled across the intercom. Felix paused his preparations to smile at it. It was the unmistakable voice of Marinette Dupain-Cheng, his personal secretary for the last two years (and his close friend for the last year and a half). They always happened to work late on the same nights, didn’t they?

He pressed the glowing red button on the intercom. “You know I am. What do you need?”

“I’m working on another piece for a fashion show. I want your input.”

Felix chuckled. How many of her pieces had he given his input on now?

“I’ll be down there in a second.”

“You’re the best!”

Felix set his stuff back on the desk and moved towards the door to his office. He hesitated briefly when he spotted his black, leather gloves on the edge of his desk- he made a point to wear them constantly, along with a number of other pieces of clothing, so he could avoid direct skin contact with others. No sense in taking any chances -but decided to leave them alone for once. Marinette should be the only other person in the office, anyway. It wouldn’t make a difference.

He took an elevator down to the second floor, where most of his top designers worked, and walked over to the desk that had its lamp turned on. He’d know which desk was hers either way- could probably find it in his sleep at this point -but it was a nice give away.

Marinette was crouched on the floor when he got there, stabbing a needle into some material that was draped across a mannequin. Her eyes were narrowed with concentration, and her tongue was poking out of her lips as it always did when she was working hard. Felix held back a snort at the endearing sight and glanced around her desk while he waited for her to notice his presence.

When she first joined his company, she was a budding fashion designer, someone who had been gaining a bit of fame for working with Gabriel Agreste, Jagged Stone, Aubrey Bourgeois, and many other note-worthy people. Apparently, she thought it was time to build a business of her own, and therefore, applied for the job as his personal secretary in an effort to gain experience on how a business should be run before actually starting anything.

The notion admittedly impressed Felix. People rarely thought to find personal experience in running a business before actually starting one. They normally just took a class and hoped that it paid off. Someone with that kind of rational thinking was someone he knew he wanted in his company, though, so he agreed to hire her, even if she would still be working independently on personal commissions.

Now that two years had passed, she would probably be leaving any minute now to become her own boss. It might be in a week, or in a few months, perhaps even a year, but he found himself dreading it no matter how long she continued to work for him. He’d grown quite accustomed to having her in his life, be it getting lunch together or going over the morning schedule or giving each other advice on their work. The quiet moments they shared made work life a little more enjoyable and made those rare nights of loneliness from refusing a soulmate a little more tolerable too.

“Oh, Felix!”

Felix’s eyes dragged back down to Marinette, who was staring up at him with wide eyes.

“When did you get down here?”

A small smile crossed his lips. “You know how it used to be one in the morning?”

Marinette tisked, picking up on his light-hearted tone. “Oh, whatever. If you don’t want to get stuck waiting then tell me when you get here. Now, come look at this and tell me what you think.”

She stood up and moved away from the mannequin, then gestured for Felix to step closer, which he gladly obliged to do. The outfit hanging on the mannequin was a dress that appeared to have several layers and a few frills. It seemed to be made out of silk on the inside, and on the inside was another material that had an antique, flower pattern. The way the materials were sown together, though, and the things she must have added to the flower pattern, didn’t give off the impression of it being old or outdated. It was a mix between old and new that created a unique combination.

“I think it looks fine.” He said after studying it.

Marinette groaned. “Fine doesn’t help me, Felix. What does it strike you as? Stunning? Charming? Old-Fashioned? I know you have more descriptive terms than ‘fine’ in that word bank brain of yours.”

Felix laughed. “Work bank brain?”

“You know what I mean.”

He does.

“Alright, Alright.” He knelt down next to the outfit again. “Might I inquire about your purpose for this garment?”

“See, there are fancy words you use all the time.” She remarked teasingly, even though she often used the same words herself. “I’m trying to create a modern Victorian type of style for my next show.”

Felix hummed. “Can I see the sketches?”

“Oh, yeah, they’re right over here.”

The pair moved back to Marinette’s desk, and she sat down in her rolling chair to slide a paper towards him. Felix leaned towards Marinette, placing his palms on the desk for balance.

“So, if you look at- oh!” Marinette had just started explaining her original thoughts for the design, when their hands brushed against each other. She drew her hand back immediately, surprise reflecting in her bluebell eyes.

“You’re not wearing any gloves.”

“Ah.” Felix drew his hands back as well. “No, I’m not. I figured they were a waste of time tonight, since it’s only us here.”

“Oh..” Marinette said. “I don’t think I’ve ever touched your bare skin before.. N-not that I’m keeping track or anything! Wow, that sounded so weird-”

Felix, being used to her ramblings by now, only chuckled. “It’s alright. I don’t think we’ve ever touched like that either.”

In fact, he knew they hadn’t, because he does keep track of who he does and doesn’t touch with his bare skin. So far, he’s managed to maintain a low count of five or so, but he supposed adding one more to the list didn’t hurt.

“Anyway, I like the way it looks. The colors combine nicely, and I can certainly see where you’re coming from with the modern, yet old-fashioned design. I’m sure people will enjoy them, especially for costume parties.”

“My thoughts exactly.” Marinette smiled. “Thanks for your help.”

“Of course. I’m actually on my way out the door, but don’t hesitate to call me if you need anything else.”

“You know I won’t.”

Felix laughed and pushed himself off of the desk to begin making his way back to the elevator. “Make sure you leave soon too.”

“Yeah, yeah, I will.. Eventually.”

Felix threw her a playful glare over his shoulder. “I’m not kidding, Dupain-Cheng. If I see bags under those eyes tomorrow, you’re going to be fired until you get a proper night’s sleep.”

“Thank goodness for make-up then.” She joked back.

Felix rolled his eyes and bid her farewell as he entered the elevator, and her soft call of “Goodnight, Boss” managed to reach him right before the doors slid closed.

The next morning began as any other morning. Felix woke up to his blaring alarm clock, forced himself out of bed, and started the brew for his morning coffee. He then dragged himself over to the bathroom to get ready for the day, starting with his hair.

The mirror provided a picture of his sluggish figure as he combed his platinum blond locks to the side. His hair didn’t seem to care to cooperate that morning though, because his cowlick was refusing to lay aside as they were told. No matter how many times he combed over it, the chaotic locks refused to budge.

Felix huffed and leaned closer to the mirror, but before he could continue furiously coming his hair, something caught his attention.

At the front of his bangs, dangling loosely to the side of his face, was a single, grey hair.

Felix frowned, moving even closer to the mirror to get a better. It was definitely a grey hair, but why on earth would he have one? People at the age of eighteen didn’t get grey hairs, and he’d never gotten one before. The only reason he could possibly get a grey hair out of the blue like this was if-

Felix froze, his eyes blowing wide. No.. no, it couldn’t be. There’s no way he found his soulmate. It was impossible. The aging process only started when he touched them directly, skin to skin, and he’d been horribly precise not to do so with anyone under any circumstances.

Well.. anyone except..

A knock came from the front door.

Although his mind was racing for answers, Felix pulled himself together enough to throw on a robe and go answer the door.

Imagine his surprise when he found none other than Marinette standing right outside.

She looked up at him, her figure tense, and a certain anxiety painted her features. He wanted to ask what she was doing there, or why she hadn’t called to tell him that she was coming, but all he could do was stare. Perhaps it was because a part of him already knew why she’d come to visit him. She was the only person he’s touched directly in the last year, the only person who could have caused his hair to change.

Slowly, Marinette held up a strand of her hair. It was hard to make out, being a single strand, but Felix didn’t need to see it know it was grey too.

They stared at each other, both floored by the discovery, but then Felix almost had to laugh. Because of course it was her. Of course the person who he had come to know and adore and yearn to be around daily would be his soulmate. He should have known that soulmates would find each other eventually, whether they had “Soulmate Magic” to guide them or not.

Before he could say anything, Marinette let out a grieved sigh and buried her face in her hands.

“Oh, Felix, I.. I’m so sorry!”

For a moment, Felix stalled, and worry started to set in. She’s sorry? Why would she be sorry?

“What do you mean?”

Marinette looked up from her hands. “I know you didn’t want to find your soulmate and start aging. I should have noticed your ungloved and been more careful, but I just wasn’t thinking, and-”

Felix blinked as she continued rambling. This girl was apologizing to him because she accidentally found out that they were soulmates. She wasn’t thinking about how much she’d wanted to find her soulmate- because he knew that she did -or that she would have gone without a soulmate for the rest of her life had she not made the discovery. No, she was thinking about him and what he had wanted, just as she always did.

“Marinette.” He said, taking her by the shoulders. “Marinette, stop.”

The ravenette paused, glancing up at him with her beautiful, concerned eyes, and he felt himself smile.

“If anyone had to be stuck as my soulmate.. I can’t express how delighted I am that it’s you.”

A wonderful blush tinted her cheeks. “R-Really? But I thought- what about being immortal?”

Felix chuckled, and he reached out to cup her cheek. “Immortality’s a small price to pay to have you.. if you’ll have me too, that is.”

Marinette exhaled, looking completely baffled, but that didn’t stop her from grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him into a kiss.

“Yes.” She breathed, a shining smile coming to her features. “Yes, of course I’ll have you.”

Felix couldn’t help grinning as well, and as he pressed another kiss to her lips, he wondered how it could have taken him so long to realize what the soulmate magic was really all about. It wasn’t a choice between immortality or death, but rather a choice between immortality and life. All of the things he’d been searching for- fame, fortune, glory -and the experiences he’d been chasing meant nothing without Marinette by his side. She was the one who made him feel truly alive, and he never wanted to live without her again.

(Send me a letter and I’ll write a thing!)

#asks #Felinette #Soulmate AUs

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fatgummybear · 4 years

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Hii idk if you’ve watched your name and listened to nandemonaiya but could I get j a really soft bakugou x reader where it’s like they’re in a moment that’s super loving on the rooftop and yea just listening to that song makes me feel that way :)) thank youuu

Nandemonaiya- A Bakugou x reader drabble/fic

im so sorry this is so late, i feel like i’ve had a million and one things to do and life got on top of me for a minute there! I’m still yet to watch Your Name, though i did listen to the song and wOW IM SOFT T-T it reminded me of watching a sunrise being all cozy in the fresh air with pretty flowers and im going to shut up and actually write this now:D It’s a bit dingy and dark at the beginning i do apologise, but the fluff comes in>.<

wordcount: 1253

genderneutral language for reader and quirk unspecified:)! Oh- warning for language, we are talking about Bakugou here! (◠﹏◠✿)

Everyone has a different definition of perfect, some may not even believe in perfection, but this morning could change the mind of the non-believer. Soft sighs, white breaths and warm bodies sat under a periwinkle sky and cotton candy clouds. It was an early summer morning, around 5:30am. That doesn’t explain how you got here though, so let me start from the beginning.

Training had been rough, though there had yet to be a major incident in your second year. That didn’t change the fact that you were exhausted. Everyone was. Self defense and emergency procedure training had been increased tenfold since the many events of year 1. The physical and mental stress of lessons on top of homework and never ending nightmares had... less than pleasant side effects, insomnia being one of them. Nights where you couldn’t get to sleep became more frequent, nights where you could actually sleep were short lived; ended with you waking up in the very first hours of the morning, even beating the early bird by a good couple of hours. Tonight had been one of those nights, sleep disturbed by your own restless thoughts, tossing and turning to the point where the four surrounding walls seemed to mock you and your effort to sleep. The rain that had been pouring overhead steadily came to a halt. Turning once more to face your nightstand, you checked the clock. 3:48am. Exhaling something between a sigh and an annoyed huff, you threw the sheets to the foot of the bed and sat upright, trailing your hands down your face and neck in a new quest to at least feel more awake if you couldn’t shut your eyes.

A shower was out of the question at this time of day, you at least knew that. While the chances of others being awake too were unfortunately high, there was no sense to be made in ruining someone else’s sleep to benefit yourself for a measly half hour. The sink would have to make do. Dragging yourself out of bed and down the hall you quickly reached the bathroom and threw water over your eyes, somehow colder than usual from not being in use and the night air’s influence over the pipes. Standing in front of the mirror, now somewhat more alert, you assessed your current situation and what you could do to pass some time. It was now 4:02, a dark Saturday morning which was arguably better than a weekday. There were no commitments today, no classes, no homework that couldn’t be done tomorrow, no rules saying you couldn’t nap through the afternoon when you finally tire yourself out. However, there wasn’t much to do inside at this time of day, and you weren’t about to knock on doors to see how many were suffering the same fate as you. It wasn’t all bad, though. Your boyfriend, Bakugou would be up within the next hour or two to go on his morning run through campus, always claiming how it would make him better than “shitty Deku” if he got out earlier than him.

While walking back to your room, you decided to instead take the ‘secret passageway’ up onto the roof of the dorms that you and the ‘Bakusquad’ had stumbled across one night. It was really just a service entrance, holding a small cleaners room next to the stairs, but no one else had braved opening the unknown door, so why ruin the magic for you and your friends, that was where you all frequently hung out when the weather allowed it, sharing silly stories filled with laughter and plotting your next mischievous pranks. The rain was long gone you realised after opening the door, though the scent still lingered and the silence almost created a gentle hum in your ears, coaxing you to walk out further and sit on the still damp concrete. The time was now unknown, having left your phone in your room and the obvious lack of clocks occupying the rooftop. It couldn’t be too far off sunrise, though, as the sky had started to change colour from a blinding darkness into the soft pinks and yellows that came with dawn.

The next hour or so went by fairly quietly, the sounds of the surrounding wildlife adding to the peace. It was still relatively early for people to be up and about, especially for a Saturday morning. You were expecting to hear the teachers get up soon though, to conduct their daily patrols around campus and make sure their home class are all present and okay. However, what you weren’t expecting was to hear the gentle click of a door beneath you opening and the soft tapping of shoes on the concrete stairs. Startled, you turned, expecting a lecture off of Aizawa-sensei or a cleaner for lurking where you shouldn’t be, and at such an early hour too. Braving yourself to look up, you found yourself looking into familiar crimson eyes instead.

“Tch, figures you’d be up here at a time like this”.

You could only stare up at him, shocked at the amount of time that had clearly passed. Katsuki was up and ready for the day. He still had messy hair, but he was in a loose pair of sweats and a fitted shirt, clearly ready to go for his routine jog.

“You just gonna sit and stare? Get your loopy ass in before you catch a cold, or has sitting on the wet floor for god knows how long already got to you?”

“Nah, ‘m comfy”

This sent Katsuki into some state of confusion, staring at you as if you had grown a second head. How on earth could you be comfy on the wet floor at this time in only a pair of pyjamas? Wordlessly, he sunk down to a crouch before looking you in the eyes, rolling his and plopping down next to you.

“If I get sick it’s on you, now get comfier. I’m not sparring you on Monday if your stupid ass can’t get enough sleep to even talk properly”.

You smiled while tucking your head into his clavicle, knowing he was just trying to keep up his bad-boy image. Yes, he was a lot softer around you, being able to rest yourself on him like this was enough to show that, but Bakugou was Bakugou and he would always have some roughness to him. You knew it was highly unlikely for him to actually get sick just from sitting on the damp concrete, his body temperature ran way too high for that.

This is how the two of you stayed for the next half hour or so, curled together on the rooftop hiding from the world, silently watching the sky turn from light pink to a pale yellow before erupting in fiery oranges and then watching an ocean of tranquil blues dull the embers as the sun rose higher. You were expecting to get tired at some point, possibly going to rest in Katsuki’s bed when he decided to actually go for his run, though you felt the ropes of sleep pull your eyelids shut right there on top of the roof of the 1A dorms. Katsuki looked down and couldn’t manage to stop himself from smiling at you dozing off under his chin.

A soft “I love you, firecracker” rumbled from his throat. “Hm, what was that?” you replied in a sleepy haze, eyes glossed over as you snuggled further into his chest.

“Don’t worry about it”

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randaccidents · 3 years

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Missing

I ARISE FROM THE MOUND TO OFFER MORE WRITING

AND FEAR NOT, ITS NOT ANGST

THIS TIME AT LEAST

OK in all seriousness, hurt much comfort. I have written the Brothers TM.

Quick disclaimer: Ren describes an event that didn’t happen. You can thank my grandmother for regaling us with the tale of my mum being chased onto a flimsy wooden bridge by chickens as a child.

TW: I think? some people might read suicidal ideation, but I promise its not that at all, just blank staring into space. if you think I should tag it anyways, please do tell me.

Anyways, the fic!

EDIT: I FORGOT TO ADD A READ MORE IM SORRY

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The Void. A vast, all consuming blackness, far below the world, only a thin layer of bedrock preventing unsuspecting players from falling in. And yet, mesmerising in its beauty, in the tiny winking of false stars promising endless worlds to explore if only you fell far enough into it. Most players knew better than to tempt that darkness, either staying far from the edges of the End or having safeguards against any trips.

The Hermits were not known for cautiousness.

Sighing, he leaned forward into the fluffy neck of the suspended llama he was sat upon, idly dangling his foot slightly downwards to dip into the vague winds of the unknown. The llama, unperturbed by the maw below it, happily bleated as it chewed on the apple he had brought for it.

The Boatem Hole might be one of the biggest man-made scars into the void, he thought to himself. Of course it would be a hermit who would attempt this. After all, if it’s an idea and it's achievable, why not?

Of course, the Hole had claimed its fair share of lives and items. That didn’t stop the Boatem gang from using suspended llamas to create a meeting room in the void. He had to admit to himself, as he stroked its soft fur, it was pretty cool.

“Well well, what’re you doing down here?”

He jumped at the sudden noise, only his legs around the llama’s middle keeping him on the saddle. Turning his head skywards, he offered a tired grin. “Hey Bdubs.”

Said man hummed, jumping off the ledge onto a distinctly disgruntled llama across from him. “Wow, no excited hello? You must be really tired Ren.”

Ren shrugged, pulling out a couple of apples, offering one to Bdubs. “Not tired dude, just… missing I suppose.”

Bdubs tilted his masked head, accepting the apple and offering it to his annoyed mount, who refused to even sniff the apple, instead yelling its annoyance at being sat upon. “Missing you say? Missing what? You know we would drop everything to help a buddy!”

The enthusiasm and intense stare of his bug-eyed mask made Ren laugh, waving a hand as he fed the remaining apple to his own llama. “Oh no no Dubbie, it's not an item, it’s an emotion. Missing someone, ya dig?”

Bdubs sighed, reaching up and pulling off his bug-eyed anime mask, shaking his hair out. “Yknow,” he began, staring Ren dead in the eyes. “I think I do get it. Missing your brother?”

He blinked, ears perking up slightly. “Yeah, how’d you-?”

An equally tired smile was offered in return. “You know I’ve got a brother too Ren. And while we do see each other sometimes, that doesn’t mean I don’t miss him at all.”

Watching Bdubs try to get his llama to eat out of his hand, Ren hummed, kicking his leg up out of the void currents. “Yeah, I’ve met Pungence. I just… miss my brother from the same mama more than normal today.”

“So you came down here to mope and sigh at space shards?”

He grinned sheepishly, tail beginning a lazy wag that disturbed dust motes, sending them into the void below.. “Maybe?”

Bdubs threw his hands up, teetering dangerously on the back of his llama, waving both his mask and the slobbery apple in the air. “Well that just won’t do, no sirree!” he yelled, grinning widely. “But don’t you worry, I know just what to do to cheer you up!”

Ren tilted his head, ears perking up in his curiosity. “Come on man, don’t leave me hanging!” he whined, shifting his legs slightly to make his llama swing in a slow circle, making Bdubs laugh. Standing up, to the dismayed snort of his llama, Bdubs swung his arms out, grinning, unafraid of falling. “Oh but it's only something that EVERY sibling enjoys! Talking about all the embarrassing things their sibling did!”

Barking out a laugh, Ren offered his last apple to Bdub’s llama, almost as if in apology for its raucous rider, the void below forgotten in the challenge he heard. “Bet your brother didn’t get chased by chickens as a kid!”

“Oh you’re on!”

#hermitcraft #rendog #bdubs #jono #pungence #siblings smack talking siblings to other siblings my beloved #as a sibling we absolutely do #also brothers missing brothers #like theyd miss their family sometimes #my writing #no trigger warnings this time!

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gumnut-logic · 3 years

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Callisto (Arrival - Bit 2)

Prologue Incident - Bit 1 | Bit 2 Fallout - Bit 1 | Bit 2 | Bit 3 Voyage - Bit 1 | Bit 2 | Bit 3 Arrival - Bit 1 | Bit 2

Well, these posts seem to be getting longer. I’m pondering if I should make them shorter and more often.

As always, many thanks to @tsarinatorment @scribbles97 @janetm74 and @onereyofstarlight for their amazing support and who without putting up with my crazy this fic would likely not exist.

We are finally there and things can start happening. Wow, planning makes for longer fics apparently.

I hope you enjoy it ::hugs you all::

-o-o-o-

As the rest of the family exited the cockpit, Michael watched John deploy the last of the long chain of communication buoys into orbit around Callisto and held his breath.

The space monitor was frowning at his console as they both waited for that final connection to click into place.

A moment and John’s face relaxed.

And Michael with it.

His own board flashed up with a connection confirmed through the chained micro-tunnel drives.

John hit his comms. “Tracy Island, this is Thunderbird Excel. Do you copy?”

They waited.

A heartbeat.

“Thunderbird Excel this is Tracy Island. Great to hear your voice, John.” Even Michael could hear the smile in Kayo’s voice. “I have a lot of green and pretty lights here. Send me the tests and I will bounce them back.”

“Sending now.” John’s fingers darted across his board and Michael watched the system take on the workload and churn data all the way back to Earth. “And I must say, Kayo, it is lovely to hear your voice, too.”

“Looking forward to hearing yours often. Data incoming. Will apprise results.”

“Looking forward to it, Thunderbird Excel out.” John’s fingers flicked again and the comms signal closed.

“Thunderbird Excel?” Michael arched an eyebrow at the astronaut.

John shrugged. “Well, I think she’s earned it now, don’t you?”

“Mmmm.” He looked back down at his board. The thought of having contributed to creating an actual Thunderbird...

He was startled when a shadow passed over his hands. “You’ve done well, Michael. Thank you.”

He looked up at the red-headed Tracy floating beside him. John was an enigma. He was a brother like any Tracy, but unlike the eldest who hated him with a passion that saw no border, John was quiet, even kind. Michael had been working alongside Brains and John and occasionally the youngest, for over a year now, and while he doubted he and John would ever be close friends, there was a mutual respect.

Plus, the distinct feeling that if Michael ever laid a finger on any of John’s brothers ever again, he would not survive the attempt.

It was definitely the quiet ones who should be worried about.

Not to mention Eos.

Michael really wished he could get his hands on that piece of code.

But again, he felt that it would be his last action in this universe.

Not that John had ever threatened him.

He didn’t need to.

“Are you feeling okay?” Turquoise eyes were peering down at him.

“I am well. No need to worry.”

The astronaut smiled. “Good. Monitor the comm network and liaise with Brains regarding the T-Drive’s performance. Let’s see if we can cut down on the jumps on the way back. I’d prefer to go through as little of the nausea as possible.”

“Agreed.”

John arched an eyebrow and his lips curled up. “I’ll be in Thunderbird Five assessing the danger zone and coordinating with Thunderbird Three.”

“FAB.”

The astronaut stared at him for just an extra moment longer before pushing off Michael’s console and throwing himself towards the cockpit exit.

“Thank you, John.”

A flicker of a smile and the last Tracy disappeared through the door, leaving Michael alone.

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Virgil hated the IR spacesuits. They were far too tight and left nothing to the imagination.

Also, the red baldrics clashed horribly with his green stripe enough to rip his eyeballs out.

But although his standard uniform was satisfactory for short forays into space, it was not enough for a space mission of this magnitude as it did not have the survival and safety mechanisms needed in an emergency. So, here he was dressed like some kind of spandex wearing superhero, his heavy lifting muscles providing a great anatomy lesson to any within eyesight.

“Looking good, Virg.” Gordon’s eyes were laughing.

“Shut up, Fish.” The aquanaut was used appearing all but naked in front of thousands. Hell, Virgil had nothing to be ashamed of, it was just difficult to keep a straight face in a professional capacity.

How the hell John lived in one of these things was a mystery Virgil had no interest in exploring.

The alternative was wearing something like Alan’s spacesuit, but that had its own issues regarding his exosuit and despite the...exposure, this was the best option.

At least he had a little security with the addition of his exosuit support padding and his harness – never leave home without it. That and his baldric covered a little of his modesty.

Didn’t stop his brothers’ comments though.

Alan actually snorted in laughter.

Scott raised an eyebrow, but then their commander was dressed the same and, much like John, was giving the Greek gods a run for their money in the process.

Virgil felt like a dwarf from The Lord of the Rings. What was his name? Gam? Gim? Gimli? Standing next to that bleached elf.

Virgil grunted. “Let’s do this, already.”

Okay, the grin on Scott’s face was both worth it and damned annoying.

Dad had chosen a version similar to Alan’s suit. Due to his health concerns, Virgil had recommended extra support with arm guards and greaves built into his boots. He had glared at Virgil, but Virgil was a Tracy and just as stubborn as his father and if he wanted to go on this mission he could damn well meet him halfway.

Dad wore the protection.

They had Uncle Lee’s ‘space skivvies’ measurements on file and the IR fabricators had churned out an IR uniform echoing their father’s. Considering the astronaut’s skillset, Virgil had coloured his baldric stripe as green as his own and thrown in some of his own kit.

The colour combination still ripped out eyeballs.

Thunderbird Three was nestled into the Excel much like she had been into the XL, but higher up, leaving the massive thrusters behind her and nestling instead of providing the main superstructure of the craft.

To compensate for the loss of One and Two, the Excel now had a third engine on her dorsal plane to offset the two massive pectoral lightspeed engines. Together the three engines provided the huge ion thrust needed to propel them vast distances. And when the T-Drive was required, the third would go dark, the original two engines would flare up and give him his next case of nausea.

Three still connected with Five for extra stability, but she was no longer mandatory for the Excel. Where the XL had basically been an exosuit for Three to break the lightspeed barrier, the Excel was now more Five’s exosuit as she was the one Thunderbird the Excel needed to operate at her best.

Johnny’s ‘bird now had wings.

Very, very big ones.

The cockpit was crowded but quiet as Alan smoothly disengaged Three from the bigger craft, spinning her in space and pointing her towards the moon.

Virgil shifted in his suit, uncomfortable as hell. Not enough to be world ending, but annoying. Beside him, his father glanced in his direction with a concerned frown.

“Are you okay, son?”

That, of course, prompted an equally concerned frown from Scott in front of him.

“I’m fine.” It wasn’t a complete lie, he could live with the suit. His arm was still aching and his stomach had yet to forgive him despite the food he had shoved into it, but he could probably get away with that.

The worst of it was the lack of sleep.

Scott’s eyes were far too knowing.

The medic in him knew that they were going into a potentially dangerous situation. Hell, they were in space right now, not exactly Tracy Island’s pool patio for relaxation. They needed to be alert and ready.

He had tried to sleep. He had sent all of his brothers to nap during the voyage out here. But he doubted any of them managed much.

He certainly hadn’t.

Scott knew because Virgil could see it reflected in those blue eyes of his. He still looked worn, though he tried to hide it, ever the professional.

Dad.

Dad was still looking at him with questioning eyes.

Virgil sighed. “I’m just tired. I can manage.”

Those lips pressed together, obviously displeased.

Typical.

His father was so like Scott in so many ways that having both of them to contend with on this mission was going to send Virgil grey.

It was okay for them to go out on a limb, risk their lives for the greater good, but if someone they cared about did the same, they were all worry and you can’t do that.

As if to emphasize that thought, his father’s frown fixated on Scott. Virgil followed his gaze, but from his angle could only see the back of his brother’s head.

Another glance at his father and the concern was clearly there.

Perhaps something was starting to sink into Dad’s head. Maybe he was realising what he was risking.

Who he was risking.

Three shook a little as she breached the minimal atmosphere of the moon. Alan was muttering orbital calculations. Each large planetary body was different and required a catered approach.

The Base had sent vectors and the conditions that constituted ‘weather’ on the barren moon, but there were many firsts in this mission and this was one of them.

For the benefit of the rest of them, Alan threw up a hologram of their approach.

The massive crater known as Asgard swelled on the screen. It was very bright, even in the weak sunlight. Probably ice. To the north of it lay an even brighter splash of white, rays extending out across the heavily cratered surface for miles.

As they sank, the horizon formed in a sharper curve than Virgil was used to. Sharper than Mars which was the only other planetary body beyond Earth’s Moon Virgil had ever set foot on.

“There it is.” Alan, ever enthusiastic in his element, pointed out a spot quickly growing on the display. “Callisto Base.”

It was a white cross with a massive airlock at its centre. Surrounding the arms of the cross was machinery, storage tanks and energy production facilities. It shone ever so bright, like a blunted star plastered on the side of the moon.

As they drew closer, the Tracy Industries logo could be seen branded across the airlock doors.

The base was a massive endeavour. Almost entirely underground taking advantage of a small crater in the Doh crater wall, it had capped the landform and sealed off the space creating a series of caverns to house the transport ships moving between the Base and the Jefferson or any other destination they chose.

Entirely self-sufficient, TI’s hydrogen technology gave it power, TI’s heavy duty excavation equipment gave them the power to dig the base out of the rock and ice. It had helped to find unexpected caves under the surface. All and all the Base was a robust structure, protecting its fifty-odd inhabitants from the hazards of living on an exposed and radiated moon.

“Callisto Base, Thunderbird Three requesting permission to dock.” Virgil was suddenly irrationally proud of his little brother.

Commander Walters answered immediately. “Permission granted Thunderbird Three. Hold in the airlock for repressurisation and permission to proceed.”

“FAB, Callisto Base.”

“One of these days, Jeff, you are going to tell me what that means.”

Both Alan and their father snorted.

As they approached, the big airlock doors slowly began to open, splitting the TI logo in half. The hologram stayed fixed on their destination, but Three pivoted her nose to the darkness of the sky bringing the ever-hovering presence of Jupiter back into view through Three’s windows. Alan flicked a wrist and the Thunderbird started lowering into what was now a gaping maw below.

Three slipped into the airlock and the doors closed behind them.

-o-o-o-

Alan was a professional, but he had to admit that he was internally bouncing around in joy. The air was still thick with tension, his family caught up in this thing with Dad, but Alan was doing his best to ignore it and focus on his job.

And oh my god, he was landing on his second moon of Jupiter! This had to be a first. He could go down in history as the first person to land on several moons, another planet and multiple random comets and asteroids.

Okay, so Virg and Scott had been with him, even Gordon on Europa – that had been one hell of a mission that still gave him both dreams and nightmares – but he had been the only one to land on all of them.

Alan Tracy, astronaut extraordinaire. He couldn’t help but grin as the airlock repressurised and the Callisto Commander finally gave him permission to land.

He slowed his ‘bird to a perfect touchdown as the secondary airlock doors closed above him.

He killed her engines and let her begin her cool down sequence.

The whole cockpit sighed a little in relief. A pause as if to reset and then everyone was moving.

-o-o-o-

Gray Walters rubbed the back of his neck as Thunderbird Three coasted smoothly from the decontaminating airlock into the main hangar. The pilot of that ‘bird had to be a Tracy. The huge red rocket barely fit nose to tail with only inches to spare between the two massive sets of doors. After all, they had never expected such a large craft needing to dock.

He had Kate to thank for arguing the hangar’s size...with Ju backing her up as usual.

The thought of his wife froze him for a split second. Ju was going to be okay. Jeff was here now. He had always been their good luck charm. Hell, the guy had survived eight years in space alone. Ju could manage a few days.

Couldn’t she?

“She’s docked.” Mary, his second, looked up from her station. “Shall I shunt her into a bay?”

“Leave her in central for now. We’re not going anywhere and they may need to leave in a hurry.”

“That will piss Benji off.”

“Benji can stew. His team still has a week left of their Jefferson rotation.”

“He will cite regs.”

Gray turned away. Let him cite regs. “This is an emergency and takes priority.” He sighed. “Run decon in the central core. Anyone not crucial to this operation is to steer clear of International Rescue. Lock off environmental systems. Keep the two crews contained to keep the risk of contamination as low as possible. We can’t afford an accidental bug in the system.”

“Will do.” She paused before bringing up the topic he knew she would. “What about Jeremiah?”

“What about him?”

“You need to tell them.”

“One thing at a time, Mary.”

“But-“

“First we find Kate and Ju.” He swallowed. They had to find Ju.

They had to.

-o-o-o-

Stepping onto a new world was never as grand as it appeared. Hell, landing on Mars for the first time had been a trip over his own toes’ moment.

Stepping onto Callisto was no different.

It was Scott who grabbed him before he could flip head over heels across the gantry. Changes in gravity always took time to get used to and less than twenty-four hours ago, it had been Earth oppressive.

Callisto gravity was a relief…if a little disorientating.

His eldest’s strong grip wrapped around his arm and held tight. Jeff looked over at Scott and was pinned with such worried bright blue eyes that his heart clenched.

All the tension, the argument, the resistance to his presence on this mission boiled down to the emotion in those eyes.

Love.

And fear.

Scott was terrified.

Jeff did it without thought or care for what anyone would think. He grabbed his son and yanked him into a hug, holding him close. The squawk across comms and the scrape of their helmets against each other did nothing to stop him.

“I’m sorry, son.”

“Uh...”

Scott’s arms wrapped around him, ever so hesitantly.

That hesitation hurt almost as much.

He clung that much tighter.

“Dad?” It was breathless.

He clung a second longer, but… Yes...right.

It was a moment stolen.

Because they were on a mission.

Jeff let Scott go.

His son pulled away slowly, not quite fully releasing him, and again those blue eyes were fixated on him in worry.

So much worry.

“You okay, Dad?”

Jeff straightened with more ease than he had managed in a long time and became aware of all the other eyes on him.

The ever-present echoes of Lucille’s beautiful brown eyes were assessing him. That was a given. But another two pairs of blue and a frowning fishy amber had him targeted as well.

He looked at each of them before turning back to the massive cavern around them. A mix of rock wall, structural support and storage, the docking cavern was lit with strong lighting, the red of Three reflecting on patches of frozen water embedded in the walls.

They were standing on a walkway that had been extended out to Three’s hatch. It was obviously of variable height and length and Jeff couldn’t help but admire the design.

He wondered who was responsible.

He wondered if it was Kate.

Her green eyes smiled at him at the back of his mind.

His lips pressed together as his sons and brother-in-law continued to shoot concerned expressions in his direction.

A breath.

“Let’s do this.” And he led them out and into Callisto Base.

-o-o-o-

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #Virgil Tracy #Scott Tracy #Alan Tracy #Jeff Tracy #John Tracy #the mechanic #callisto #Gordon Tracy

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whyralltheusernamestaken · 4 years

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A simple greeting

Where you find yourself trapped inside the world of what you thought was a fictional book and the only way you can leave is to say hi to your favourite character... Overhaul.

Overhaul x reader

Warnings : swearing

Words : 872

Masterlist

Series masterlist

A/N : I am the biggest chisaki simp and I have never even written a fic for him????

Chapter 1

One second you were getting off the train stop nearest to your home, surrounded by normal looking people and the next you were standing in a busy station full of people with extra limbs or bright skin colours.

You felt your mind swim in confusion as you stayed still, feet frozen on the ground and eyes darting around the crowds. A familiar mop of green hair and freckles walked past and you quickly ran after.

“Um hello?” you called out, reaching out a hand and grasping his wrist.

“Hi?” he jumped, turning around and nearly tripping over his own feet.

“Sorry!” you said quickly, letting go of his wrist and stepping back. “I thought you looked familiar, maybe not.”

“Ah,” he nodded, pausing slightly before reaching out a hand for a handshake. “Well it’s nice to meet you, I’m Midoriya.”

Your eyes blinked repeatedly, “Like... Midoriya Izuku?”

“Yeah.” he smiled. “I’m guessing you know me from UA’s sports festival?” he rubbed the back of his neck bashfully. “I don’t think I’ve met you before.”

You hurriedly nodded, not wanting to create unwanted suspicion. It was strange to see what had once been a 2d drawing stand before you, and gosh was the human version of him so much cuter.

“I’ve got to go to school now, it was nice meeting you...”

“Y/N.” you smiled, bowing slightly before waving as he ran towards the train.

“Bye Y/N!”

Watching his figure disappear, you realised the reality you had suddenly been thrown into, a fustrated sigh leaving you mouth as you quickly ran towards the exit. Your eyes blurred with tears as the calls you made to people in your world refused to go through.

You were stranded.

~~~

Sitting down at the table of a small cafe, you took a sip from your favourite drink as a snowstorm of questions running through your mind. The worldmaster? Alternate dimensions?

You had never once considered that the people in this world were actually alive and not just animated characters. And the worldmasters quirk had accidentally brought you, who was from your dimension, into theirs?

“So...? How do I leave?” you finally asked, deciding that even though you didn’t fully believe this guy, he was the only person knowing of the fact that you were not from here.

“Well it’s simple actually.”

“Really?” you piped up, a smile gracing your features for the first time since you had stepped foot here.

“Yeah.” the worldmaster, Haru nodded, “Since this is like a book to you, you just need to talk to your favourite character.”

“Favourite character?” you racked through your brain to see who was your favourite, your smile and hope instantly shattering as the image of a man with a plague doctor’s mask entered your brain.

“Yeah I don’t think that’s going to happen.” you sulked, burrowing your face into hands as the worldmaster looked at you puzzled.

“Why is that? UA doesn’t have the highest security and pro heros are always happy to talk to their fans.”

“That’s not it.” you groaned, shaking your head before taking another simp.

“Is it a civillain?”

You shook your head once again.

He sucked his teeth in before continuing. “A villain?”

You looked at him and nodded with a sigh.

“Well that’s not the biggest problem either. LOV is all over the kids these days.”

You srunched your nose at him. “Ew, don’t say it like that. And it’s not them either.”

“Are you seriously going to leave me hanging?”

You glared at him, before speaking quickly. “It’s the bloody yakuza.”

He looked at you, mouth open. “Your favourite character, in the whole of our world, is in the Shie Hassaikai.”

“Shut up.” you mumbled, hiding your face as you heard his cackles ring out through the entire shop, red spreading through your face as everyone’s attention turned to you two. “Shut up you’re so obnoxious.”

He eventually died down, before continuing. “Well, there’s no such thing as impossible, I’ll try my best to help you, after all I’m the reason your in this mess.” he sighed.

“You’d better.” you seethed, pouting from the embarrassment. “And how come you’re not helping the heros if you know everything about the past, present and future in this world?”

“I would end up like my ancestor.” he explained. “Our family, as the world masters must remain completely unbiased. In this world we are simply civilians who are socially neutral.”

“Gee, sounds kinda boring.” you snickered, placing the empty cup down on the table. “So where am I staying?”

“That’s a good question.”

“Please tell me you have an answer.”

“Well let’s get you closer to the world of heros and villains first.”

“Um, I don’t have a quirk.”

“No worries. I’ll take care of it.”

“Wait no I don’t want a quirk, Overhaul doesn’t like them.”

“I can’t just manifest you a quirk.” he stated, rolling his eyes. “I mean I’ll get you to stay with one of them.”

“What-”

~~~

You stood with your phone in hand, staring up at the dingy alleyway sign. “God I hate it here.” you muttered, wondering why the hell Haru had directed you to this musty highstreet bar. You knew you had to entually start earning money, as your mission at hand did not seem achievable in one day, but out of an entire city’s worth of jobs to apply for, the one he chose for you was... this?

You began to take a step forward before the door swung open suddenly, hitting you square in the face. Staggering a step back, your hands flew over your nose as blood slowly seeped out.

“Shit.” someone yelled. You heard a thump to the ground and watched as he threw the trash bag onto the floor before grabbing your hands. “Hold on let me see.”

“It’s fine.” you grumbled, shaking his grip off before stepping to the side of the door to let him through.

“Dabi.” someone screamed from inside the bar. “Hurry up and throw the trash away and get back in here.”

“Can’t you just wait a minute.” he shouted back. “Fuck um, I’ll be right back.”

He fumbled past, picking up the trash and running down the street as you walked inside, not bothering to wait for him.

“Hi.” you greeted, everyone to turn to you perplexed as you pinced your nose, your blood messibly wiped on your chin.

Shigaraki raised an eyebrow at you from behind his father’s hand as you stood there awkwardly.

“Wow not even a greeting in return? Rude much.” you grumbled, before clearing your throught to hopefully get rid of some of your nerves. “Um, are you hiring?”

“What?”

“Like, do you have any vacancies in your staff so that little old me could possibly occupy?”

“I know what hiring means.”

“Yeah well iI’m sure it didn’t hurt to explain it to you again.” you muttered.

“No, we are not hiring.” the purple mist behind the counter, whom you recognised to be Kurogiri, said. “Although miss are you alright there?”

“I don’t even know.” you rasped. “Why the fuck did Haru send me here if you guys aren’t even hiring?”

“Haru sent you here?” Shigarki perked up.

You nodded and he turned to look at Kurogiri, quietly exchanging words before looking back at you.

“You should’ve mentioned that to begin with. Alright you’re hired. ”

“Excuse me?”

“Little old you can occupy the vacancy in our staff.” he deadpanned.

You huffed out before grinning at him and throwing him a thumbs up. “Epic!”

You shuffled over to the counter, peering at Kurogiri eagerly. “So when do I start?”

“You can start by wiping the tables miss...”

“Y/N.”

“Right, miss Y/N.”

“Wipe your face before you start anything.” Shigaraki muttered, pointing over to a small door in the far corner of the room.

“Will do.”

Slipping into the bathroom, you pulled out your phone, him picking up a few rings in. “Haru I thought you said you weren’t biased, why the hell does the league act like they’re best friends with you.”

“I’m not biased if I’m friends with both sides?” he offers.

“Backstabber.” you quipped, washing your face.

“You know what? Enjoy your home because you’re staying with the league now.”

“You did not.” you screeched, grabbing your phone from the side as you watched him hang up. “You’re so petty you know that?” you muttered, glaring at your reflection in the mirror before exiting the bathroom.

“Right, who’s gonna show me my room?”

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sleepylixie · 4 years

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Pearls & Lilies

Seawalker/Merman Jeongin X Spellcaster! Fem Reader (platonic)

1.6k words, fluff, Beware of a singular mention of injury ( no toes were farmed in the making of this piece of fiction)

Fantasy AU, Supernatural! SKZ, Part-2 of Prince of Pearls from the In Umbra Universe (this can be read individually)

A/N: I’m back with my favourite merman! A Happy late( in my country and his) birthday to the Maknae on top Yang Jeongin ehe~ Here is my little addition to the In Umbra fic collection AT LONG LAST. Hope you like this! Do let me know what y’all think :)

Time flowed slowly in Atlantis, it seemed- almost like the underwater resided in a whole different plane of existence from the world he’d been a part of not too long ago. Jeongin realized this when his mortal body clock prompted him to sleep twice in a day- It was a nice feeling, like he was watching mortal time tick past him without taking him with it. Turned out, he wasn’t wrong.

Atlantis and the expansive merpeople kingdom had an entire plane to themselves, much like the ones the other supernatural races had for themselves- it was called Thallasia.

He remembered sitting with a cherry-haired female mermaid named Yeri and her brother Jungwoo before his first day of classes, listening intently to their long-winded descriptions of Thallasia. They spoke highly of the underwater plane, with its depthless trenches with blinking lights for the houses built into the sides, the meadows filled with coral that glowed in the dark and castles built of granite, agate and studded greenstone.

Jungwoo even went as far as to whisper of a secret pathway into the mortal plane, promising to show him later in the day when he noticed Jeongin’s attention visible pique at the words. That very night, Jungwoo showed him the seaweed-covered tunnel and led straight into the darker, murkier open seas of the mortal plane.

Seawalkers- mortals turned merpeople- were allowed to go back to land whenever they wished provided they never divulge the existence or location of Thallasia and Atlantis. Unlike trueborn merpeople, they retained the power to use feet or fins as they wished, which allowed seawalkers to tread land as and when they wished. The secret of Thallasia was a well-kept one to the landwalking mortals because seawalkers were created woefully rare and far in between.

That pathway became one of his most frequented corners of Atlantis in no time. Every other weekend’s sunrise would find him slipping through the seaweed and swimming down the long tunnel into the mortal seas. His personal plans of reuniting the merpeople with the landwalkers only solidified with every visit he paid to Busan and the towns that were rapidly developing around his hometown- but with his visits, he came to developing one new relationship. You.

He remembered his first steps on land, Jungwoo’s head poking out of the water as he watched Jeongin with bright, curious eyes. The feel of the sand on his toes pulled a wide grin to his face, his eyes welling up with tears from emotions he was yet to place. It was at that moment when he realised, he missed the land.

He missed having legs, feeling the crisp air in his lungs in the midst of a long run on the sand, feeling the fine grains under his toes. He missed climbing up trees for fresh fruit, his palms and soles chafing against the rough bark of the trees. He missed watching the sunrise and set and the chilly breeze against his arms but most of all, he missed his parents. Despite loving his new seawalker life and all the novelty it offered, it wasn’t entirely his own: Jeongin’s blood might have always sung for the oceans, but his heart was mortal born and raised.

“Hello, seawalker.” Jeongin’s lips quirked up of their own accord when he heard your voice, drawling and accented before you slipped into the chair in bench in front of him. Salen’s Bar and Inn was a supernatural haunt he’d taken to rather quickly, with the boisterous crowd and young owners who knew how to keep their patrons happy. One of the owners named Hongjoong, a former seawalker who had renounced the ocean after centuries of piracy, often enjoyed Jeongin’s whispered stories of Thallasia and Atlantis.

“Hello, charlatan.” he mockingly raised his glass of orange juice at you. You gasped in mock offence, reaching over to smack his arm. “How dare you! I am a respectable young lady, a successful tradeswoman at that!”

“Say what you will,” Jeongin chortled, sipping his drink. “But the only reason you sell anything if because of magic. Doesn’t that make you a fake?”

“I tell all of them it’s magic, it’s their fault they don’t believe me!” You laughed aloud before flagging down one of the waiters, placing your usual order and a mug of hot coffee. “Jeongin watched as you settled yourself further onto the bench, pulling off your heavy midnight cloak and fixing your sleeves and dress around your now cross-legged feet.

His first meeting with you had been an odd one. Jeongin’s mother had run out of ginger and herbs and threw him out of the house to do a grocery run for her, late in the evening. Quickly making his purchases, he decided to take the scenic route back home, away from the beach road and through a copse of trees. What he did not realize was that somebody else had taken that exact route that evening and had panicked at the sound of him following them.

Imagine Jeongin’s surprise when he was waylaid by an angry-looking girl with green sparks lighting up the tips of her fingers, telling him to back off from her trade items before she sliced his toes off. It was one of his life’s greatest embarrassments that he’d screamed in a rather high-pitched manner when you’d appeared out of thin air, your eyes shining unnaturally bright against the darkness of the copse.

After copious amounts of explaining from Jeongin, you relented, letting him pass with a begrudging apology- but Jeongin insisted on walking you all the way to your doorstep in a gesture of goodwill.

You were a spellcaster from the skinwalker plane Kyrmena- particularly from Gumiho territory, where your accent came from. Your parents had let you travel the country when you became of age, letting you learn more of the world by yourself. Busan had captured your heart for its serene beachside and the approachable people, which was why you set up a little home for yourself in Salen’s Inn, trusting Hongjoong and Yeosang’s hideout for the land living supernatural races.

That had been more than 6 months ago, the two of you becoming fast friends over Jeongin’s weekend visits. It was now tradition for him to take up this particular table at Salen’s before you bustled in from your market run, your hair tousled from the sea breeze. You were always the last person he met before heading back to Thallasia, bidding him adieu at the beach when he left.

“Yeosang has been begging me to make him a pearl and lily circlet for him lately,” you were saying, your accent curling curiously as your hands fluttered around you. “But who’s going to tell him the only pearls I have are the fake ones? I’m not going to give a dear friend a fake pearl circlet!”

Jeongin leaned on the table, his fingers lacing together as he stared at you incredulously. “Are you dense or just well and truly blind?” He asked, his voice betraying the extent of his exasperated amusement. You stopped and stared at him, your eyes narrowed. “What do you mean?”

“You’re talking to a seawalker, “ Jeongin pointed exaggeratedly to himself, “about lacking pearls.” Your eyes widened, palm smacking against your forehead in a rather comical manner. “Wow, I’m truly a few bolts short of normal today.” you grumbled before fixing Jeongin with a beseeching stare.

“Get me some pearls, please? My usual contact for them ran out and I’m sure I’m going to get orders from the seamstress for more pearl and rose-petal necklaces.”

The people of Busan had been collectively fascinated by the pretty young lady who set up shop in their market one day, your trade consisting of the most beautiful flowers laid over pieces of precious stones and jewellery. They flocked to your shop in awe, your wares sometimes running out before the day passed- how did your flowers not wilt for weeks? How did your jewellery never lose their shine? Little did they know you set a time-slowing spell on your pieces, slowing down the flowers’ wilt and the jewellery’s dulling to a great degree.

Jeongin sighed loudly, rolling his eyes despite the smile on his face. “Whatever. Meet me by the beach at dawn in 4 days.” Your eyes brightened immediately, a smile stretching out your lips as you slid off your bench to give Jeongin a tight hug, squealing excitedly.

“You’re the best.” you giggled, as Jeongin grimaced at the bodily contact, taking your original place on the bench. “I’m sure you spent your days dealing with me just so you could ask me to get you pearls for free one day.” Jeongin sighed dramatically as he sipped on his orange juice.

“Wait, you knew ?!” You gasped, your hand raising to cover your mouth in mock shock. “I thought I was doing a good job at pretending to be your friend!”

“You clearly weren’t.” Jeongin responded with a straight face, your eyes meeting and stares holding for a split second before you burst into pointless giggles.

“Don’t worry, I’ll get you those snacks you like from Daegu the next time you visit.” You grinned at him just as Yeosang dropped by with your order of food, your attention now speared on the dark-haired Fae boy. Jeongin watched in amusement as you explained Jeongin’s agreement to get you pearls for his long-awaited pearl-and-lily circlet, Yeosang’s green eyes lighting up in pure excitement at the prospect. You giggled as Yeosang patted the top of your heads in thanks before wandering back to Hongjoong, prompting you to focus on your food.

Jeongin held your friendship with him at the highest of regards, despite not knowing you for very long. You were fierce yet easy to amuse, soft with your sentiments and so very talented with your hands. Watching you piece together the strangest combinations of metal and flowers into the most beautiful pieces of jewellery would never stop fascinating him- your artistry effortless and so, so charming.

It was almost easy for time to slip by faster with you, your easy banter with him making time pass faster than he’d expect it to.

For once, however, he didn’t really mind it.

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taetaespeaches · 4 years

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“My goodness, what happened to your wedding ring?”

seokjin x reader (or oc) genre: fluff word count: 2.2K

a/n: hi lovelies! This drabble gives a look at Jin and Poopsie’s friendship before they invited the romantic aspect into their relationship. It just kind of shows their dynamic and how that friendship is the base of their romantic relationship later on. These two are best friends first, lovers second tbh. Thanks to the lovely, Gisella (@gisan), for this IKEA idea, I loved writing this xo. As always, thanks for reading, and I hope you all enjoy! :))

p.s. I’ve never actually been in an IKEA, so if this fic doesn’t sound very IKEA-ish, that would be why lol.

MOVING into a new apartment was more work than you were expecting, and the excitement of having a new space without roommates was already wearing off due to your never-ending list of to-dos. Your living room was still completely barren and in desperate need of furniture.

That’s how you found yourself in IKEA with your best friend, having snuck the furniture store adventure into your weekly grocery shopping outing.

“This store is massive,” Jin complained, dragging his feet childishly as you perused the countless displays.

“Oh shush, you’re having fun,” you tried to convince him, Jin shooting you a glare with pouted lips. “I mean, look at that,” you searched the living room display for something interesting, “lamp.” Jin stopped walking, you halting with him as you made eye contact with his stare, a glare off ensuing. It didn’t take long for your lips to curve into small smiles before you were both giggling.

“A lamp? Do you think I’m as boring as Min Yoongi? Getting excited about lamps?” He asked you, you snickering in response.

“I promise we won’t be much longer, I just need to look at some couches,” you assured him, grabbing his wrist and tugging him along the walkway as you continued to pass by the numerous coffee table displays.

“Is your living room the only thing that isn’t furnished now?” He asked, stepping along with you, getting over his whining for the moment.

“Yeah, I mean, I need a few items here and there but I owned most of what was in that apartment,” you told him. “The couch was mine too but I left it because well, let’s face it, it was ugly as fuck,” you noted, Jin’s squeaky laugh delightfully resonating in your ears. “No ugly furniture, I’m not spending over half my paycheck toward rent just to stare at an ugly couch every time I walk into my apartment.”

Jin chuckled, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. “It wasn’t even that ugly,” he pointed out, you turning your face toward him to give him a questioning look. “Ok, it wasn’t great, but,” he pointed to an especially hideous sofa in one of the displays, “it wasn’t that bad.”

You giggled, nodding. “No, not it wasn’t quite that bad,” you agreed.

“Oh, now this one,” he said enthusiastically, leaving your side to walk into one of the living room displays. He plopped down onto the couch, stretching his arms out as he threw his head back to rest against the back cushions. “Now this,” he continued. “This, could be the one.” The couch really was nothing special, just a beige four-seater. However, with Jin placed on the plush sofa, you could see the beauty in it.

You hummed in feigned thought. “I’m not sure it will look as good without you sitting on it,” you told him, a small smile gracing Jin’s face as his ears immediately started tinting pink.

“Maybe I should move in,” he joked, though your heart raced at the words. Why was your pulse quickening at the joking suggestion of your best friend moving in with you?

“Mmm,” you teased, Jin’s smile widening at your mock apprehension to the idea. “Wasn’t getting rid of roommates the whole point of me moving into a new apartment?”

“It could be fun,” he told you, patting the sofa cushion next to him, a silent invite for you to sit with him. “I’m not just any roommate.”

Sitting down next to him, you gave him a surprised expression. “No?” Shaking his head, he looked forward, inspecting the display room. “Would you do the dishes?”

“Every night,” he nodded. “But only if you dry them.” You scoffed playfully, Jin giving you a look of offense. “What you can’t help dry the dishes?”

“You’re asking for a lot,” you told him, Jin smiling as he sighed.

“What if I did the drying then and you washed the dishes?” He proposed, you giggling at the worsened offer.

“Wow, you’re good at negotiating,” you teased, Jin standing up as he walked across the fake room. You observed his broad back and excellent posture, appreciating how strong but graceful he looked.

“My love,” Jin called to you in a rather mature voice, his back still to you. When you didn’t answer right away, he smoothly looked over his shoulder at you, and it almost resembled a scene from a music video. Fuck, did he have to be so attractive?

“Yes, darling,” you played along, standing up from the couch.

“What time are our dinner guests arriving?” He asked, you easily following the storyline he was creating on the spot.

“Oh, you forgetful old man, I already told you this morning. They’ll arrive at 6:30 pm,” you told him in the best posh housewife voice you could muster.

“Ah, that’s right, he nodded, looking back to a gold clock that was sitting on a shelf, which you noticed the hands were stuck on 9:30. “We don’t have much time,” he added, you snorting at the comment, Jin’s own squeaking laughter sounding out as his body shook in amusement.

“9:30 already?” You gasped. “Why that’s,” you paused, counting on your fingers, making Jin chuckle, “only nine hours away.” You looked at him, Jin’s facial expression showing pretend worry. “I better start dinner,” you told him in a panic, and immediately took off running toward a kitchen display.

Jin watched you for a moment in surprise, embarrassed by your sprinting through the store, but he quickly got over it, chasing after you. He arrived at the kitchen display only a few moments later than you, shaking his head with a fond smile as you kneeled over, absolutely winded.

Looking around the kitchen, Jin noted that the oven time was set at 8:30 and he quickly slipped back into your guys’ act.

“Wow, my love, you sure do cook up a delicious meal,” he said, you looking at him in confusion for a moment.

“Oh,” you said in realization, “dinner is already over, wow, time flies,” you giggled, Jin shooting you a wide smile. “I guess we better start the dishes,” you told him, pointing to the kitchen sink.

“Remember,” he called out, you looking back at him. “You wash, I dry.” You scoffed, rolling your eyes.

As you pretended to wash a dish, he appeared at your side, watching you in amusement. It was always so easy between you and him. You both appreciated each other for that. And though you both had a feeling there was more attraction behind your friendship than either of you were willing to acknowledge quite yet, neither of you could resist thinking about what a romantic relationship would look like. Perhaps that’s why you both got way into your fake couple act in the middle of an IKEA.

You pretended to hand him the invisible dish, Jin taking it with a nod as he pretended to dry it with an invisible towel. However, just as you were about to drop the act, in the middle of a turn to exit the display, Jin gasped dramatically. Your eyes widened as you jumped a bit, startled by the sudden outburst.

“My goodness, what happened to your wedding ring?” He asked you, grabbing your hand to hold your ringless finger at eye level. It was almost too easy to play along, you quickly jumping back into character.

“Oh dear, it must have fallen off and slipped down the drain,” you said in feigned panic, grabbing the edge of the display sink, looking at the basin.

Jin started stuttering comically, you nearly breaking character as you held back a laugh. “Well, shit,” he finally stammered out in all his chaotic energy, sending you into cackles as he started laughing as well, though he put up a good fight trying to hold it in. He went through a series of composing himself, only for giggles to break through, multiple times in a row before shouting out, “I better tear these pipes out and find that damn ring.” A few shoppers stared at you both as they walked by as Jin added, “it cost me a fortune!”

You were both blushing, but you were far too amused to care about what a few strangers thought of you in that moment. “Oh, or we could call a plumber,” you suggested, grabbing Jin’s bicep to stop him from pretending to rip your fake kitchen sink to pieces.

“There’s no time,” he told you before kneeling down, your face strained as a massive smile threatened to break through. You watched as he opened the bottom cupboard, immediately looking up at you with blown out eyes as if he had made a shocking discovery. “Love, we have a bigger problem.”

“What?” You asked, your own fake concern taking over your features.

“We don’t have any pipes!” As soon as he yelled the comment, you were cratering in laughter, leaning forward to support yourself on Jin’s broad shoulders as he rested his forehead against your thigh, wheezing and squeaking as he lost his composure.

An actual real-life couple walked into the kitchen area, glancing at you with judgment as they tried to look at the cabinets. Flooded with embarrassment, you tapped on Jin’s shoulder, making him look up at you before looking over his shoulder to spot the couple.

“Fuck,” he whispered, grabbing your hips to pull himself up before reaching for your hand, pulling you with him as you both walked away from the kitchen area, trying to get away from the scene you both just made. Though, with both of you in fits of laughter, the number of eyes on you were only increasing as you made your way through the store.

“Jesus,” Jin breathed out, you giggling at his mortification. “Can we just buy your couch and get out of here?”

Calming yourself down, you nodded, squeezing his hand. “Yeah, I just want the one you pointed out,” you said. Jin looked at you in confusion, you letting out a small, “What?”

“You don’t even like that one,” he reminded you, you instantly shaking your head.

“No, I want that one,” you insisted. “It’ll make me think of this moment.” Jin flashed you a bashful smile as he looked down the aisle. “Plus, there’s enough room for Tae and Kookie to sit with us,” you giggled, Jin sighing at the comment.

“Stop inviting them over, they’re troublemakers,” he teased. “Do you need anything else?”

“No, I don’t think-” you cut yourself off with a gasp. “Speaking of those two troublemakers, I need new dishes,” you remembered, grinning as Jin looked at you with an incredulous look.

“What do you mean? We just washed them,” he told you, you falling against him in cackles, Jin wrapping an arm around you as he lightly laughed at himself. “Wait, but what do dishes have to do with Taehyungie and JK?”

“When they were helping me move in they dropped the box and broke almost all of them,” you said nonchalantly.

“Taehyung and Jungkook broke your dishes?” He asked in surprise.

“Yeah,” you let out a small breathy chuckle.

“They’re paying for your replacements,” he told you, dragging you away from the dining room stuff, refusing to let you look for new sets without his two youngest members.

“It was an accident,” you whined, Jin leading you through the walkway.

“Nope,” he said simply. “I’ll text them when we leave and let them know they have to take you shopping for dishes tomorrow.”

“You’re so mean,” you teased him, Jin stopping to look at you with a look of shock.

“Mean?”

“To them,” you added. “You’re a sweetie to me, of course.”

“That’s right,” he nodded. “Better appreciate me.” You grinned fondly at the man as he smiled, adjusting his hold on your hand so your fingers were intertwined. He was beyond soft for you, and you for him. And there was no one else you would completely humiliate yourself with in an IKEA.

“I’m not inviting you to live with me,” you started, Jin looking at you attentively. “But having you as a roommate wouldn’t be so bad.”

He smiled softly, nodding. “Well, I’m not accepting your non-invite to live with you,” he smiled, “but I agree.”

You both shared a meaningful look that spoke more depth than the words you both said. As his eyes traveled your features, and yours his, it felt as though you were both discovering feelings within you. And though you didn’t have the bravery to explore those new feelings just yet, they were hard to ignore.

No, you weren’t moving in together, but the small moment of admission felt different than a conversation between friends. The light humor that encased your IKEA adventure was shrouded in something much more serious, but perhaps just as light. What did that mean for your friendship? Well, only time would tell. But you could get used to the way he was looking at you in that moment, his eyes shining, full of appreciation and adoration for you, and only you.

“Wait, maybe you should move in,” you started, Jin looking at you with a questioning look as you wore a mischievous smirk. “It would help with the rent.”

Jin gasped in feigned offense, you giggling. “Such a punk.”

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