#obviously that was stupid so they gave him a jet

[swan2swan]

I really hate how every time President Pullman says “Pilot! You armed?” I know EXACTLY what it’s supposed to be referring to.

[slvt4em1lyprenti2s]

Don’t worry about him

Summary: Derek makes a comment about you being too clingy and it upsets you more than you’d like to admit

Word Count: 1.5k

Fluff, kissing, slight self doubt?

Pairings: Emily Prentiss x fem!reader

!NOT PROOFREAD!

Reader pov:

“Are you like glued to her? If my girlfriend was that clingy I could not cope, it’s like being suffocated surely!” Derek taunted as he saw me clutching Emily’s hand on the jet. I instantly let my hand fall out of hers as I laugh it off with the rest of the team. He says stuff like this all the time, why does this one kinda hurt? Am I really annoying? Does Emily not like it when I hold her hand? Am I suffocating her?

Emily must’ve seen the slight falter in my features because once everyone was back in their own conversations, talking theories about the case, Emily placed her hand on my thigh and started rubbing it soothingly. I looked up to her already looking at me. Her brown eyes held a sympathetic expression, I gave her a weak smile and placed my hand on hers. I looked away and started listening to the others talking about the case again.

Time skip to when they’re at the local PD:

Emily’s pov:

I realised through the day y/n’s been pulling away from me, being more distant. I swear to god if it’s because of what Morgan. Anyway, we don’t normally have much pda out in the field, or at work because of keeping it professional obviously, but even when I graze my fingers over her back she’s pulling away. It’s not like her at all.

I walk over to where she’s standing looking through evidence and place my hand in hers.

“Hey you okay?” As soon as I finished my sentence her hand was out of mine already.

“Yeah, fine. Why? You okay?” She responded, sounding deflated.

“You don’t sound okay honey, and you keep pulling away from me.” I hold her hand again and this time she keeps hers in mine, that’s progress.

“Yeah I- uh just. Ugh it’s stupid. I’m fine I promise.” She put on a bright smile and stuck her pinky out in my direction, an adorable tradition of hers. I link my pinkie around hers and place a delicate kiss on her forehead.

“Okay, if you say so.” At that moment Derek walks in followed by JJ and Spencer.

“You still at it? You always this clingy y/l/n?” Jesus, read the room Morgan. She let go of my hand once again and hung her head.

“Hey leave her alone, just because you’re single doesn’t mean everyone else has to be miserable!” JJ teased, instantly jumping to y/n’s defence. I give her a look to say thank you as Morgan holds his hands up in defence. Just as he was about to say something else Hotch walked in.

“We have him. Everyone in an SUV now, Garcia sent the name and location to your phones let’s go!”

The drive to the unsubs house was, not awkward, but different. Y/n didn’t even spare me a glance, Derek was in the back so I didn’t dare reach over to try comfort her, he’d just say something again. I love him like a brother but sometimes he’s just so annoying. We begin to slow down and I look and see that we’re already at the place. We all get out of the SUV and make our way to the front, Spencer and Rossi take the back, me and y/n take the front door, Morgan took the left, JJ took the right and Hotch trailed behind in case anyone needed support.

We breached the front door and found the unsub holding a woman with a gun pointed at us.

“FBI! Mike McAllister put the weapon down!” I yelled as we got in his line of sight.

“You don’t wanna do this James, you’d be just like your dad.” Threatened y/n, a good move on her part.

“You take that back!” He screamed at us, his hands shaking trying to keep the gun steady.

“You’re no better than him if you do this. In fact, you’d be exactly what you made him.” The unsub looked between me and y/n after I said this. I glance towards her to make sure she’s okay, she looks back and silently tells me she’s fine.

“Oh, you’re gunna be sorry you ever said that.” The unsub warned through gritted teeth. He looked me dead in the eye, and then pointed the gun at y/n.

Reader pov:

The son of a bitch just shot me. What on earth? I was pushed back by the force of the bullet hitting my chest - that was thankfully covered by my bulletproof vest - winding me slightly.

I looked back at him after I hear another shot ringing through the house a split second after the first one did. The hostage had run to Hotch in the fuss and Emily had pulled the trigger. After confirming he was dead she came back over to me.

“Hey, are you alright?” Emily fussed as she placed her hand on my back, her eyes were darting all over me to check if I was okay.

“I’m okay- yeah I’m good.” I splutter out, still a little out of breath. She gently pulled the bullet shrapnel out of my vest and ushers me outside to go see medical to double check everything.

As we were walking there em kept putting her hand on my but I just kept shrugging her off. I didn’t want to be clingy or needy just because I was mildly injured. Especially since Morgan was walking up to us.

“Damn you okay?” He asked as I sat on the edge of the ambulance.

“Yeah fine, I’m fine.” I say while removing my vest. I could tell Emily wanted nothing more than to hug and comfort me right now but I don’t want to be clingy and rely on her, like Morgan said. Ugh I need to get him out of my head.

Time skip to when Emily and reader are back home after the case

I walk into mine and Emily’s shared apartment and put down my bag. I let out a big sigh and go to walk to the kitchen for a drink when I feel two hands on my waist that hold me back.

“Hey you.” She muttered as she gently pulled me backwards into her. My from now pressed against her back she spoke again, “What’s gotten into you today? You wouldn’t even let me near you after you got shot y/n/n. What’s going on?” She was lightly swaying us side to side as she spoke while leaving featherlight kisses on my neck and shoulder as her head snaked round the side of my own.

I shake her off yet again and turn to face her, “Nothing I’m okay I told you. I just do t want to you know, suffocate you by being clingy. I didn’t want to annoy you at work either so, yeah. Just after what Morgan said. I mean he was probably just being him but, it got me thinking that I probably do suffocate you and I’m really clingy I’m sor-“ It was as if she didn’t even want those two words to come out my mouth because as soon as Emily caught wind of what I was about to say, her hand came up to cup my cheek and pulled me into a sweet, comforting kiss. Our lips moved together and it was like her kiss was the antidote for all the anxiety I’d been feeling all day. As soon as her lips were on mine, I temporarily forgot all about what Derek said and how it got in my head.

My arms snaked around her neck and hers found home around my waist as she pulled me flush against her. She pulled away but just enough so that I could still feel her warm breath dan across my face. “Don’t worry about him. Morgan I mean. He doesn’t mean it, he’s just lonely, believe me. I love it when you grab my hand or lean on me. It’s comforting, for me and i’m assuming you too. My love, being clingy isn’t a bad thing and honestly you’re not even that clingy Derek’s just being a moody man who isn’t getting any. I love you so much honey please don’t let him get to you.” She kisses me again at the end of her speech. A much needed speech, that is, on my behalf.

I pull away and look her in the eye, trying not to stare and get lost. “Thank you em, I really needed that.” She just smiled and mumbled a ‘You’re welcome.’ As I pulled her into a bone crushing hug. My head fell into her shoulder and I mindlessly played with her hair as her hand ran up and down my back.

Screw Morgan’s stupid comments.

(A/N: I LOVE MORGAN SORRY FOR LOWKEY MAKING HIM THE BAD GUY BUT HES THE ONLY ONE WHO WOULD TEASE ABOUT THIS!!)

[azulasmommyissues]

ATLA sexuality headcanons, part 1, Aang's era:

aang

-unlabelled or pansexual, also incredibly gnc. he/they methinks

-he never questioned it, he never thought about it. the air nomads were chill with everything, so he was too.

-he simply loves people, and he loves them deeply. he's the sort of person who says "i love you" very fast. and he doesn't have a specific type, either. he simply connects with people.

-he definitely had a bit of a thing for kuzon back in the day. kuzon taught him all the fire nation dances he knows, and bumi cheered them on.

-he also kinda digged teo, the mechanist's son, but by that point he already had his heart set on katara.

-as for girls, he DID like on-ji. in different circumstances, they would might have dated for a short while. but with katara it was love at first sight. the sort that makes you giddy and stupid.

-he's a lot worse at rizzing up katara because he is just THAT into her and he keeps fumbling

katara

-growing up, she never really questioned it. she knew she definitely liked boys and never had feelings for another girl.

-she's certainly fully cisgender. happily says “she/her/hers” when asked for her pronouns

-on the contrary, she was somewhat attracted to haru and jet both—and might've even considered zuko in different circumstances. like she definitely felt something akin to attraction in the crossroads of destiny.

-she fell in love with aang, because he gave her hope, he gave her joy, he gave her balance. she already felt SOMETHING in the cave of two lovers, but she was deeply confused and her feelings didn't clear until after the war.

-she always thought of herself as straight but said that, if she had the chance, she would be willing to kiss a girl—as an experiment. she just sort of always admired pretty girls, in the sense of "do i wanna BE her or DATE her,"

-and she's really passionate about feminism, obviously

-she always prefers getting compliments from other women because "they're worth mOre"

-eventually she meets jiang who's such a butch lesbian and questions EVERYTHING

-is that a girl? is that a boy? idk but why are they kinda...

-niyok and nutha both give homoerotic friendship vibes with her (all comic specific characters have the combined personality of one person hence why I'm including both)

-since she was dating aang she didn't explore her sexuality, but she discussed it with him and he supported her

-she considered identifying as bi but didn't feel like she qualified, since she'd never actually dated a girl. aang told her it's okay eifher way.

-at the end she decides to keep it all behind closed doors as per water tribe tradition. she's happy with aang, some girls are hot, it's nobody's business but her own.

-i also completely fw the reading of her as a straight cis girl, but you know

sokka

-bisexual, female lean, and maybe even poly.

-he fell for yue, he fell for suki. he definitely found like, ty lee attractive, but he didn't LIKE her. He was involved with suki, and they hadn't had any conversation about the exact status of their relationship so he wasn't about to fumble it.

-suki and him are both bi. and if yue were alive they'd BOTH be dating her. at the same time.

-zuko was sokka's bi awakening. seeing zuko and suki run around in the boiling rock absolutely changed his brain chemistry.

-he had a hard time accepting it, because of how the water tribes roll. he had a preconceived notion of manhood that he obviously had to challenge alongside his initial sexism.

-but then he realised that 1) his dad had been in a secret poly relationship with kya and bato, and then with bato and malina-- 2) his grandma had a fling with hama--3) master piandao and jeong jeongwere a thing--and 4) his girlfriend herself, suki, was bi. so bro had nothing to worry about.

-his identity became clear to him with suki's and his father's help. unlike katara, he was a bit more open and public with it. being poly, him and suki had many opportunities to explore it, always respecting each other's boundaries.

-sometimes suki does his makeup and he grows to enjoy it. he experiments with gender expression until he becomes totally chill with it.

-big part of his character is learning that he doesn't have to be a “man” in the way that patriarchy imposed on him his whole life

-so like, cisn't

toph

-toph has crushes on boys: sokka, zuko, the duke, satoru, sun, kanto. but i think non of them are really legit.

-toph would also flirt with girls, like, yaling

-had a 'not like other girls' phase

-she/they/he vibes, has a very complicated relationship with gender

-because she was made fun off by other girls as a child, it was harder for her to blend in and talk with them

-she was also raised sheltered within the walls of aristocracy which contributed to her not thinking about it

-she avoided commitment and serious relationships like the plague

-so she's unlabelled and perhaps in the aro spectrum. like, demisexual. but being both demi (aka needing to like someone as a person and getting to know them before feeling attracted to them) AND having commitment issues and a bunch of failed relationships is like, a DEADLY combo.

-i don't know. she is chaotic and not at all skilled with romance so she always fumbles it.

-but i also think she might just be 1000% aromantic whether or not she understands it fully

-i think that's very plausible

suki

-bisexual with a female lean and maybe poly

-big she/they vibes

-she's got endless autistic rizz like girl seduced sokka at light speed.

-in kyoshi island they called the bisexuals 'children of kyoshi' and the lesbians 'children of rangi'

-kyoshi island is basically lesbos if you didn't know /hj

-had her first kiss with mingxia before they decided that "ew, never again, i see you like a sister". she was super happy to meet meilin, mingxia's girlfriend

-DEFINITELY liked biyu and they might have been a thing in different circumstances. Aka if biyu hadn't betrayed her.

-would've dated both sokka and yue if yue was alive. like she would have loved yue. both of them having never left their respective homelands. both of them caring about community and having a duty to their people, a leadership position,,,

-but suki being so badass, liberated, free—and yue needing to sacrifice herself to BE free from her oppressive environment,,, like yue would also admire suki so much?? they would love exploring the world together and it'd put sokka out of a very awkward spot-

zuko

-demiromantic, bisexual. like this boy is SOMEWHERE im the ace spectrum but he's also bi. I'd say with a male lean.

-had internalised homophobia growing up, because, duh, fire nation

-he definitely thought that everyone feels like that when he was a child until his mother told him that this was very much NOT the case

-the gaang made him realise that it's totally okay and since they are all so queer he felt very safe with them

-made gay marriage legal in the fire nation

-made pride a thing in the fire nation inspired by the rainbow fire because i said so

-definitely felt attracted to both jet and sokka in the guy department.

-now, when it cames to girls, mai was his childhood crush.

-he definitely found song attractive but he was NOT in that headspace obviously

-same thing with jin although he was in a better headspace then. he introduced jin and song to each other post-war and they dated each other.

yue

-never got the chance to figure out how much girlypop liked women

-i could so easily claim she's a femme lesbian and that sokka was comphet, and I could even CONVINCE ya'll, because he is SO comphet coded, but I really love yue's storyline as it is and the lasting affect it has on sokka,,,,

-i can also imagine her on the ace spectrum

-she's so sapphic she's so queer bro is literally the moON?? what's more sapphic than the moon

-so, whatever, I'll say she's bi with a STRONG female lean. if she'd survived and joined the gaang she would have dated both sokka and suki and i truly believe that

-she would've loved suki and i just KNOW it

-love her so much let my girl be free of her arranged marriage

ty lee

-lesbian or pansexual. was ready to risk it all for mai. also completely down to be in a polycule

-she simply enjoyed male validation and attention due to her unmet childhood emotional needs. the dudes at the beach as well as sokka were giving massive comphet energy.

-i do also accept the possibility of her being pan, that'd be pretty great, but yknow, we do need more lesbians.

-despite being a fire nation citizen i think she'd be pretty open and liberated when it comes to her identity, at least wherever it's safe

-because her own ideology and philosophy is like. pseudo air nomad philosophy so i think she simply doesn't give a shit

-she is really into pride events. she LOVES the parade.

-i think she did have feelings for azula, at least as a child. then it all became really unhealthy,

-still, she felt sad about how things ended with azulw. she genuinely wishes it were different

mai

-she does also give comphet lesbian vibes BUT the "i love zuko more than I fear you" line SLAPS so I'm going to say bisexual with a female lean. she's also definitely asexual—and also demiromantic.

-ADORED ty lee, she just always assumed ty lee would choose azula

-it takes mai a long time to develop feelings for anyone, but when she falls she falls hard

-she's really not a big pride person, but she grows to enjoy it eventually. she goes with zuko and ty lee.

-she's not super vocal about her sexuality, but she also doesn't hide it. she doesn't give a shit. it's her business.

azula

-azula is a lesbian. not debatable like the others, to me.

-her feelings towards ty lee and mai are very reminiscent of sozin's feelings for roku i believe. like iykyk.

-she couldn't remember which of the boys was the one she was supposed to "like," but she remembered perfectly which bikini ty lee and mai were wearing. she picked chan like lesbians pick a random boy to crush on in middle school.

-and then she instesd remembered one of thr gusy who were flirting with either mai or ty lee. bestie was jealous.

-she had comphet, so much comphet. she wanted to be loved.

-so much internalised homophobia.

-she has a type, and it's brunette non benders of similar build. by which i mean ty lee and suki

-the ill will she holds towards mai in her comic for ruining their group over a stUpid BOY-

-it's comical,,

-i love her.

jet

-all the freedom fighters are queer

-jet is probably pansexual or bisexual. and also he/they

-he had a thing for katara but he sure as hell also had a thing for zuko

-he punches homophobes in the face

-i never liked jet when i was a kid because he was a jerk and i hated him with katara, but i grew to really enjoy his character and his arc

-this boy wants to eat the rich

-he doesn't want gay marriage, he wants to abolish marriage

smellerbee

-transfem ICON, she/her, though generally gender non conforming.

-and she's also also aromantic and asexual.

-queer platonic relationship with longshot, because of how deeply they love and understand and support each other

-if you misgender her on purpose the whole group will gang up on you and by the end of it you'll have four broken limbs and they'll be arrested for aggravated assault

longshot

-he's aromantic and asexual but he's got unmatched non-verbal autistic rizz

-as i said, QPR with smellerbee

-but all the freedom fighters plan to keep living together forever,, they're found family

-him and smellerbee just have a particularly special bond

the duke

-the duke is pansexual, i think

-i think he had a crush on toph

-also he/they

-and that's about all I've got

pipsqueak

-he/they/she

-pipsqueak's literally his chosen name, nothing cisgender about that,

-gay

sneers

-transmasc, he/they, potentially genderfluid

-dating kori who is bi

haru

-bisexual, female lean

-he/they, potentially genderfluid

teo

-gay, crush on aang

jin and song

-jin is pansexual, would definitely date song who is a lesbian

-zuko introduces them!!

uncle iroh

-straight ally. women are great! big womaniser back in his day.

-loves gay people

-huge support for zuko coming out

-that being said, he wasn't ALWAYS an ally. like he wasn't homophobic either, but he didn't support queer people before lu ten came out to him. then he accepted it, because he loved his son. finally, travelling the world and studying different philosophies led him to be a great ally.

-then he became the biggest ally ever amd a huge advocate for queer rights

-on a similar note, lu ten was gay. ozai was straight. zhao was straight and azulon was probably also straight. just getting them out of the wAy.

piandao

-gay gay gay. likes men.

-him and jeong jeong as a salty judgmental old couple is so real

-also everyone knows about it but nobody dares to give him shit for it

-he just glares and you immediately get off his back

-he could get himself a husband and nobody in the fire nation would do anything to stop him because they literally cannot arrest him

-he'll just shut the door on their face

jeong jeong

-also gay. big gay.

-tons of internalised homophobia, bless him

-tons of self hatred

-like, the way he sees his firebending as a curse of destruction and hatred and hates himself for it—instead of seeing all the colours of the dragons' rainbow fire, like zuko and aang, who symbolise the new generation

-it can work so well as a queer self-acceptance metaphor

-he definitely ends up with piandao, as i said before. begrudgingly in love.

hama

-lesbian. privately, as per water tribe tradition.

-nobody in the south gives her shit for it.

-she definitely had a relationship with kanna.

-when she lived in the fire nation, things were different. living as her authentic self was impossible—even secretly, it became near-impossible.

-hama's life is one big tragedy.

pakku

-straight. initially homophobic as per water tribe conservatism. the sort of, "just don't shove it in my face" homophobia

-but upon realising that like, both his friend group and his wife are incredibly queer, he gets over it

-iroh helps with educating him

-it's also canon that zuko gives the southern water tribe custody of hama after the war which i find incredibly sweet

-but since hama and kanna were... tight, I find myself incredibly entertained imagining possible interactions between pakku and hama

kanna (gran gran)

-kanna was bisexual.

-in the time she spent traveling from the north to the south she slept with a bunch of people

-fire nation pirates, sand bender bandits, earth kingdom soldiers... hakoda's father is a mystery. a mama mia situation.

-other flings include the herbalist, probably, (all old people know each other)

-even madame wu, why not?

-like it entertains me to think that kanna was unhinged the moment she left the Northern Water Tribe

-and being a non bender she used all tools at her disposal to reach the south if you know what i mean

-that being said, she also learned to fight a bit. probably. just to spite pakku.

-when she reached the south, she had a thing with hama. i say this because of the kataang parallel when hama was taken away.

hakoda and bato

-hakoda is bi, bato is gay

-hakoda loved kya, bato loved him secretly and never told him

-after kya died, bato was his only comfort, they fell in love

-once malina enters the situation too, it eventually ends up being a polycule

-note that i strongly dislike malina and those comics

[writershapeholeonthedoor]

Lay all your love (on me)

Pairing: Elizabeth Olsen x Fem!Reader

Summary: You get hired to be Elizabeth’s love interest in her new movie and nothing could prepare you to how your life would change upon meeting her

Disclaimer: English is not my first language

MASTERLIST

When you got the call that the part on the upcoming rom-com was yours, you could barely believe it. It took you days and actually signing the contract to fully believe that was about to happen - you finally got an important part in a big movie with some big stars. After struggling with your career for years now, that was very refreshing.

You didn’t know much about the movie plot at first, just a few bits that were enough for you to know you would be the romantic interest for the protagonist, but that was about it. You didn’t know who the protagonist was going to be - you were fairly sure they hadn’t hired anyone yet - but that didn’t stop you from going out with your friends to celebrate. It was a big moment, something that could really change your career, so you held nothing back to party and have a great time.

Weeks later, you were informed your romantic interest had finally been chosen and you almost yelled from the top of your lungs when the name Elizabeth Olsen was announced. Of course you knew who she was and was so, so, so excited to work with her. As soon as her name was announced, the media started giving the movie much more attention as well and you could barely contain your excitement to get the shooting started. You got to work with a Hollywood star who made several Marvel movies and a very successful TV show, not to mention all of her other works that you were a big fan of. Not only that, but you would play a couple and you couldn’t wait until you were finally told the exact day the shooting would start.

You would have to travel to another country, but you weren’t too worried about that. London was a nice place to be for a couple of months until you guys wrapped the movie, even if you would live in a hotel for that time being. You even got to the city a day before she had to just to make sure you weren’t jet-legged before going to the set for the first time. The only thing that slightly worried you a bit was that the director had forego a table reading for the entire cast, which meant you guys would only meet on the first day of working together, something that didn’t always work out the right way.

Even so, on the first day you had to be on the set, you woke up super early to be able to have a nice breakfast and get ready, and then you called for a cab to take you to where the shooting was going to happen. Most people had no idea who you were yet, but an assistant was waiting for you to take you to the director for a quick chat before going to hair and make-up. You knew the director already - since he was obviously there for your audition - although that didn’t make you any less nervous to be standing in front of him while the man talked about what was expected of you. He gave you a brief explanation of your character and how you should behave when the cameras were rolling, then you talked about the first scene you would shoot.

“We’re only going to need you after lunch since we’re shooting a few other things this morning with Ms Olsen and other characters,” he explained. “But be here around two and we’re getting started, okay?”

You could only nod along because you would never be stupid enough to disagree with someone who had been working in the industry since before you were born. “Is there anything specific I need to do for the scene? I read the script that was sent to me, but-”

“Oh, shit,” the director interrupted you with a grunt. “Bella, did we send her the new shooting schedule?” Upon seeing your panicked face and the assistant blank stare, he only sighed and shook his head. “Fine, then we have something for you to work on. We changed the scenes we’re shooting today because one of the actors had a problem with their agenda. My assistant here will give you the new part we’re doing today, so you’ll have new things to memorize.”

And that’s how your nerves got a thousand times worse.

You had been beating yourself up for weeks, putting a lot of pressure on your shoulders to do an impeccable job, to not screw over your big opportunity and, especially, to make a good first impression. You trained your lines in front of mirrors and with a close friend several times, and now suddenly things had changed and you didn’t feel like you had enough time to work on the new scene for it to be as good as you wanted it to be. However, once again, you didn’t try to tell other people how to do their job. You just accepted the new script and locked yourself with the make-up department to study the pages while they did their work.

It took you very little time to realize what scene you were supposed to be doing that day. On your very first day, nonetheless. It was a scene where your character and Elizabeth’s character held a small conversation before kissing. You were going to be kissing Elizabeth Olsen that day and you were not even a little bit prepared for that.

“You seem nervous, honey,” one of the oldest ladies in the room said when her assistant walked off to grab something.

You hadn’t noticed you were bouncing your leg until she pointed it out, but, once you did, you quickly froze and, with wide eyes and blushing cheeks, looked at her. “I’m not.”

“Everything is going to be fine,” she said with a low chuckle, clearly not believing in you.

“Yes, but…” You took a deep breath and let your eyes go through the pages again. “This is big, you know? And I’m not. I can’t screw this over.” After looking up again, you saw the way the woman was looking through her make-up kit to find something and it made you bite your lip as if you were waiting for it to be another failure of your day. “I wish I had bumped into her in the hallways or something.”

Thankfully, the make-up artist found what she was looking for and went back to her work. “Who are you shooting with?”

She was apparently used to having people freaking out on her chair and she was nice enough, kind and gentle, so you had no problem venting out to her a little bit. “Elizabeth.”

“Oh!” A wide smile turned the woman’s lips up. “She was here earlier today, obviously! She’s a gem!”

“Really?”

“Yes! Really nice person, you really have nothing to worry about!”

You hesitated for a second, looked at the scene written on the paper again, and then sighed. “Even if we have to kiss and we never even saw each other before?”

Well, the kind lady didn’t have anything helpful to say about that and you were left with silence once her assistant returned to the room. After your make-up was done, you had an early lunch break, and you ate alone inside a room while glossing over the script like a hawk. The more time went by, the more nervous you got, to the point you were starting to feel the beginning of an anxiety attack coming to bite you in the ass. That would certainly be way worse - way worse - so you decided to take a break for real and take a walk around the studio to think about anything else.

You had half an hour before having to go to the dressing room, so you walked slowly outside, enjoying the not so warm day out while taking calm breaths. You were walking for maybe ten minutes when you saw someone walking over beside an assistant and under an umbrella towards the door. Probably returning from a lunch break herself was Elizabeth Olsen, who didn’t seem to notice you as she walked. That was a perfect opportunity to pick up with her, introduce yourself and make things less weird once you two were standing in front of a camera, but you were too far away and the only way to reach her in time was to run towards her, which was even worse.

So, with a bit of dread in your heart, you watched her going inside and disappearing from your line of sight, and you were once again hit with the thoughts from before. You weren’t actually starstruck or something like that because you were professional and could get your job done, but the fear of somehow ruining things in front of Elizabeth made things worse. She had years of experience in big roles and she was the face of the movie, the protagonist. You couldn’t screw things up on your first scene.

Obsessing over it again, you went to the dressing department while chewing a mint, and popped another two before heading out, both out of nerves and because you were afraid you might have bad breath when you were supposed to be kissing someone. It wasn’t actually kissing, of course, but that would be bad. Very bad.

By the time the director called you for another talk, you had already dried your palms at least five times on the nice pants the wardrobe people gave you. He had a few things to point out, some tips and other requests for you, and you listened attentively. So attentively indeed that you didn’t notice when Elizabeth walked on set as well.

You were shooting inside a room that was supposed to look like a cafe and you had your backs turned to it, entirely missing the other actress walking behind you to talk to someone else. Once your eyes caught her, though, you felt your heart skipping a beat before skyrocketing inside your chest. You didn’t have the opportunity to be that close to her before, but, now that you had, you couldn’t help but take in all the details. From the clothes her character was going to wear, to the light make-up she had on, to the way her hair was falling in soft waves down her back.

Your first thought was that she looked beautiful, but that wasn’t exactly news. You had eyes, you knew who Elizabeth Olsen was before, and you knew she was beautiful. Although, seeing it up close, was certainly a whole new experience. The first thing that crossed your mind was how your imagination really tricked you into thinking she was much shorter than she was, though she was wearing high heels and you weren’t. Your clothes were plainly different since you were wearing jeans, a t-shirt and sneakers, while Elizabeth was wearing a ridiculously short skirt and what you assumed was a crop top besides the heels, of course.

You almost rolled your eyes at that because the director was really trying to make it clear that those characters were opposites - just like the cliche that the opposites attract or something similarly cheesy.

Noticing you got distracted by something, the director followed your eyes and quickly spotted Elizabeth, then saying something that made your heart beat even faster than before. “Elizabeth, come here please.”

You barely had the time to prepare yourself. You tried to discreetly run a hand through your hair, although you thought better about it when you remembered you didn’t have time to go back to hair and make-up, and also held yourself higher with a sudden perfect posture. If anyone else noticed it, no one said a thing, for which you were grateful.

“You know each other, right?” The director asked once Elizabeth stopped in front of you two, but he didn’t give you enough time to answer before starting to ramble about where he wanted you to stand, and what you should do, and when to tell certain things.

You kept stealing glances at the blonde woman in front of you, feeling your face getting warmer and warmer, though there wasn’t much you could do about it. The conversation ended with the director saying you had five minutes before the shooting started and then walking away to talk with someone else, and you didn’t have much of a choice but to follow one of his assistant leads to find your place to be on set. Elizabeth seemed more familiar with things and people already, and she easily sat down at one of the chairs to wait for things to get moving.

Before you realize it, someone is making you sit across from her at the table, and your nerves hit you with full force all at once. “H-Hi. So, uh, this is not weird at all, huh?”

And, as usual, you used humor as a defense mechanism.

Luckily, it did the trick because Elizabeth actually smiled at you, even if it was mostly just polite. “Y/N, right?” She asked, though she obviously knew it was you by now. Even so, you nodded to let her know she was right. “Nice to meet you. I’m sorry we couldn’t meet before, but I just got here from where I was shooting my last job. They wanted to do a table reading, but I couldn’t make it and we were already on a tight schedule.”

Well, that explained some of the rush people seemed to be in. You couldn’t blame her for having a busy agenda, of course, even if that certainly didn’t help with your anxiety. You still offered her a gentle smile and waved a hand. “That’s okay. I mean, not ideal, but okay. I suppose there were worse scenes for us to shoot after literally knowing each other for five minutes,” you joked.

Elizabeth understood what you meant and chuckled - a low, deep sound that made your insides twist a bit and you just knew you would have to work extra hard to end up that job without a new crush on someone that was way out of your league.

You didn’t have time to dwell on that for long because the director soon asked everyone to be on their marks and, a couple of minutes later, he was yelling “action!”.

You did the best you could at that moment. Not your best, but the best you could. You were nervous, you were shaking a bit and your mind was running faster thinking about the kiss you would have to give Elizabeth later on the scene. Were the mints you ate enough? You brushed your teeth twice, but maybe you should’ve done it once more just to be sure. And you didn’t even have the time to discuss with Elizabeth how the kiss would play out. You would like to know if she had any boundaries she wouldn’t like you to cross or what to do with your hands. And, oh God, your palms were sweaty again, you couldn’t just put them on her face.

The first takes were a disaster. The director seemed so disappointed that you could barely look at him, but he was also looking pissed the more he had to cut a scene. The problem wasn’t even your lines since you hit them all at the right time, but it was hard to ignore that Elizabeth and you didn’t seem to have any chemistry. You were still weird around each other, albeit you would have to admit Elizabeth was doing most of the job while you were silently freaking out across from her.

It was a very frustrating two hours before the director decided to go for the kiss. You couldn’t help but wonder if that was his last try before giving up completely, something that you were sure once he decided to call it a day after the first and only kiss you shared with Elizabeth on screen. While you were moping on your chair, you noticed that he called Elizabeth into a corner and they were talking at each other in whispers, and you could swear you saw eyes snapping at you every once in a while, which only made things worse.

You felt like you had already ruined everything. The thing you were most afraid of, and you managed to do just that. No more opportunities in your career because you just proved to a very important director and a well-known actress that you couldn’t do your job.

Jesus fuck.

You left the set faster than anyone could stop you. You knew you were the one to blame for the terrible work you did that day and you wanted a few minutes alone to mop and collect yourself before someone knocked on the door to fire you. You didn’t have trailers though and you weren’t sure if there were any free rooms, so you ended up in hair and make-up again, thinking that you could at least remove it all before crying and ruining your mascara.

“How was it, honey?”

You almost jumped out of your skin when you heard the make-up artist’s voice coming from a corner of the room since you hadn’t noticed she was there, but you soon relaxed when you saw her kind smile directed at you. You couldn’t bring yourself to lie, not really, and maybe talking with someone would prepare you not to cry when you got fired for real, so that’s what you did.

“It was terrible,” you admitted sadly. “I ruined everything. We don’t have chemistry. Like, none at all. I’m waiting for someone to stop by to fire me right now.”

“Fire you? What for?”

She looked genuinely confused by it. “Well, it’s just, you know… They’re not going to fire her. She’s Elizabeth Olsen. She’s the reason why so many streaming platforms tried to buy this movie. They will realize they can find someone better to be her romantic interest. Maybe Aubrey Plaza, since they already did a movie together. They know each other, it will be easier for them.”

“So you think things could be fixed if you knew her better?”

“I don’t know.” You shrugged and totally missed the way the woman rolled her eyes at you while you sat down. She was finding it all amusing, even if you were on the verge of crying for ruining your career.

“You met today, didn’t you?” The woman asked and waited for you to nod. “Maybe that’s the problem. You just met.”

You thought about it for a moment, allowing her to start removing your make-up for you even if that wasn’t exactly her job, a frown permanently on your face. “You’re saying I should get to know her better.”

“Of course! Don’t worry too much, honey. It was the first day. They’re not going to fire you on the first day.”

That made sense. Now that someone else pointed it out, you could see that it was very unlikely that they would fire you after one day of shooting. Yes, it wasn’t great and they didn’t have much time to wait for you to catch up, but that only meant you had to be fast to fix things. You didn’t want to lose that gig and you certainly didn’t want to allow people to think you were bad at what you did. You were just nervous. Overly nervous because of your anxiety, that’s all. It was your first big job, you were meeting some important people, the schedule got changed last minute, and you shouldn’t have drank three cups of coffee in the morning, for sure.

You could still fix this.

You just needed to be fast.

“I’m bringing you donuts tomorrow!” You promised as you ran out of the room minutes later, but you didn’t wait for a reply - nor did you add that you would do that if you didn’t get fired.

Your optimism was back and you wasted no time to go find one of the assistants to ask what time you should be there tomorrow - just to be sure you were expected to be there tomorrow - and then you set on your mission to go find Elizabeth. You had no idea what to say or what you needed, but you knew you had to find her to, at the very least, try to change her perception of you.

You were lucky enough to find her alone looking at her phone while she seemingly waited for someone to show up in the hallway where she was standing, so you quickly walked towards Elizabeth and displayed your best smile - now much more relaxed and less nervous. “Hey, good I found you here!”

Green eyes - so damn green, you thought - looked up at you and Elizabeth put her phone away before crossing her arms and waiting for you to stop in front of her. “Hello.”

“I wanted to apologize for today,” you started and gave her no time to interrupt. “I know that was mostly my fault, well, all my fault actually.” You let out a self-deprecating chuckle as you raised a hand to scratch the back of your neck. “I’m sorry, I admit I was a bit nervous. I mean, we met literally minutes before having to shoot together. I’m not used to that.” You dropped your hand and, without realizing it, started to move them around while you talked. “We’re going to shoot that scene again tomorrow and I was thinking that maybe we should get to know each other so things don’t go as weird as they went today.”

Okay, Elizabeth’s eyes were very green. They were so light! And her nose was so cute, slightly turned up. And no one should be allowed to have such perfectly shaped lips like that, it should be a crime, really.

You got lost in your thoughts, you realized, and it made your cheeks go red so fast that you let out an awkward cough just to have an excuse to bring your hand to your face to try to cover it a bit. “Well, I was thinking that maybe you would like to go out with me today.”

That was not what you wanted to say. At all. Oh, fuck.

Elizabeth’s reaction would have been priceless if you weren’t the idiot standing in front of her. Her eyes widened, she took a step back, and her own face went pink. It all happened so fast that it took you a moment to recover as well.

“It's not like a date date,” you quickly said, desperately trying to fix what you did. “I mean, we will have dinner, talk, hang out for a bit, but it doesn't have to be romantic. I mean, it's not romantic!” You corrected, waving your hands around and standing there with your eyes almost falling from your face, and your heart beating way too fast again. Well, so much for trying to save your job. Now you were going to be let down under the accusation of sexual harassment or something like that. You didn’t know if keeping talking was a good or a bad idea, but you couldn’t bring yourself to stop either. “I just thought it might help us lose up a little bit, you know? Get more comfortable around each other. Our first scene together was a very… deep kiss, we didn't have much time to talk before that.”

Elizabeth didn’t say anything at first, but she also didn’t look as surprised as before, so you would count that as a small victory. You waited for her to say something while changing your weight from one leg to the other, hands awkwardly crossed in front of you while also trying not to stare at her for too long. It was the way you were incapable of not being a gay mess that got you in that situation, after all.

“So…” The other woman started eventually and you felt your breath getting stuck in your throat as you waited for the verdict. “Like a dinner?”

“Yes,” you agreed way too fast, just for you then realize it would be better if you acted a bit more like it wasn’t just dinner with a stranger. “And no. If you don’t mind, I think that acting just a little bit like it's a date might help. I could open the doors for example.” Just after you said that, you realized how dumb it sounded. You placed both hands on your waist and took a deep breath. “I will stop talking now before I dig myself a bigger hole,” you mumbled shyly.

Yes, you were now getting fired.

You would have to pray not to have the police knocking on your door either.

God, you really should’ve gone to college like your family wanted you to.

“I don't dislike your idea, but we don’t have much time,” Elizabeth took pity on you, apparently, which you weren’t sure was a good thing. “We have more scenes together to shoot tomorrow.”

Way quicker than you should, you exclaimed: “We can go out tonight!” And, after hearing how eager you sounded, you were fast to add: “If you want.”

Elizabeth didn’t look so certain that it was a good idea indeed, and you pretended not to see when she glanced at you from head to toe because it would only make you blush again - you feared your face would never return to its natural color if you kept blushing like that. “Ok,” the other woman conceded finally.

It was your turn to express how surprised you were by that answer. “Wait, really? Okay! Yeah, great!” You were rambling and, once again, you couldn’t stop. “Just spectacular!” Just spectacular? Really? You had nothing better to say? Could you keep yourself from oversharing things, please? “I will, uh, go now.” And now you were stuttering as well, good. “Just, uh, I will wait for you or I will meet you at the parking lot or…?” You trailed off, now sure you should just stop talking altogether.

“I would like to go back to the place I'm staying to change, if you don't mind,” Elizabeth said.

You wasted no time to nod eagerly at her. “Of course not! That’s perfect.” Yes, because you needed to return the clothes to the dressing department and having a shower also sounded nice. You could back to your hotel and pick something better to wear. It also gave you some time to find out where you could take her. “I can, uh, pick you up if you wish and then we can, hm, go.”

Now Elizabeth grinned at you stumbling over the words and her eyes glanced down for a moment - just enough for you to feel like you could breathe again. “Sounds nice. I have your phone from the group chat they put us in today. I will send you my location when I get there,” she promised.

You sighed in relief, not even trying to hide it. “Sure, sure. Okay.” The rambling was back. “Yes. Perfect.”

“Yes, spectacular,” Elizabeth replied with a slight teasing in her tone that made you relax instantly.

You chuckled mostly at your own awkwardness and then shook your head. “Okay, now I will go.” You pointed over your shoulder with your thumb and saw the blonde woman smile. “See you later.”

Soon - very soon - you came to the conclusion that you were insane.

There was no other explanation, really, because you really asked Elizabeth Olsen to have dinner with you. And then you proceeded to run over your mouth and say it was kind of like a date, but not a real date. You should also not forget that you not only made a fool of yourself - twice in the same day, you might add - but you also managed to make things worse than they were before.

You were certain you would be fired by the end of the week.

But that was the exact thought that made you find enough courage to keep going with your plan. There was no way you could make things worse, you were at least sure of that. So you could keep up with your initial thoughts to get to know her a little better. You might get out of that with a friend, after all.

Also, the idea of having dinner with Elizabeth was a good one. You loved her work and you could spend some time gushing about how amazing she was - something you were sure you would find no problem in doing.

With your mind set to make it all worth it, you tried to find a nice restaurant on your way to the hotel. You tried to use your phone, but your mind was racing too much and you couldn’t comprehend the several reviews from different restaurants online. You read all of them, but no word actually stuck and you barely even understood the restaurant’s names to start with.

“Hey,” you decided to say, leaning over between the seats to get closer to your driver. He seemed like a nice guy, he hadn’t tried to talk to you yet and he put on a nice playlist, so you considered it was safe to ask him. “Do you know any good restaurants in town?”

“Depends. What do you want to eat? And what’s the occasion?”

You left his car with three options in your mind, which was great because you could call them and ask if they would take your reservation. The driver told you the name of another restaurant just before he took off, having leaned on his window to be heard by you, and you raised your thumbs at him in thanks before entering the hotel. You and Elizabeth didn’t say what time you would pick her up, therefore you decided not to take too long to get ready. You showered pretty quickly and chose your clothes after just a few minutes of debating with yourself, and then you grabbed your phone to make some calls.

Two of the restaurants didn’t even pick up the call and you wondered if they were even working that night, and the third one said they didn’t have any free tables. Luck started to smile at you when you called the fourth place the driver had said and they gladly told you they would be waiting for you at any time you decided to drop by. Relieved, you decided to check their name just to be sure you wouldn’t be taking Elizabeth to a food truck around the block. It seemed like a nice enough place, just a small French bistro that you were sure would do just great.

Elizabeth reached out about two hours after you got into your hotel room and you couldn’t say you weren’t surprised that she was still on board with that. You were half expecting her to either text you saying she couldn’t make it or just disappear all night, but you were glad to see that wasn’t the case. After calling for another cab, you took one last look in the mirror to make sure you were looking somewhat good enough, and then you left to meet her.

The address she sent you wasn’t from a hotel and you soon found yourself in front of a building. You texted her to let her know you were there and, after asking the driver to wait for a minute, you exited the vehicle to wait for Elizabeth outside. She didn’t take too long to appear, opening the door and stepping out distractedly, although she immediately caught your attention.

Elizabeth was wearing a simple dark green shirt that clung to her skin perfectly and a black tiered skirt that went down to her ankles. Around her waist, a black belt complemented the look along with the high heels that you weren’t surprised to see. Her hair was pretty much the same as you had seen earlier that day, but she clearly put on some effort to do her make-up, topping it all with red lipstick that made your brain shut for a while.

You were all of a sudden feeling undressed, though you couldn’t imagine having anything in your wardrobe that would get even close to that.

“Wow,” you breathed out once she spotted you and started walking towards you. “You look… gorgeous.

“Oh, thank you.” You noticed a blush rising from her neck to her cheeks and how she raised a hand to put her hair behind her ear and you just smiled at the cute scene.

Holy crap, you didn’t even know someone could be so beautiful.

Noticing you were staring at her again, you shook your head and pointed to the car waiting for you two. “Right, so, we should, uh, go.”

The drive to the restaurant took a while and you tried to keep the conversation light because the driver could hear you two talking and it would do no good. Elizabeth kept her replies short, but she shot back you a few questions - mostly about your career and how you got into acting. She admitted not knowing much about you before they called her to be the protagonist of the current movie you were working on, but you didn’t mind about that. She seemed interested enough to learn now and that’s all that mattered. Things still felt a bit awkward, but you were going to blame that on the fact that you had to watch your words since you weren’t alone.

“I hope you don’t mind the place,” you told her after stepping out of the car. The bistro behind you was even smaller than you initially thought and it looked mostly empty, which made you start rethinking your decision to take Elizabeth there. “But I was told they have an amazing menu.”

“It looks nice,” Elizabeth replied with a small smile.

You motioned for her to walk first but, before she could open the door of the restaurant, you remembered what you said before and took large steps to beat her to it - which would certainly look ridiculous to someone looking from outside, but there wasn’t much you could do. You opened the door for her and waved your hand dramatically to indicate the way to the other woman. Elizabeth arched one eyebrow before chuckling softly and walking inside the bistro. She paused to wait for you to do the same and you were blessed with a smile when you looked at her again.

Before you could say anything, though, someone approached you to take you both to your table. After you were sitting, you allowed yourself a moment to just look around the bistro, noticing the small details and the cozy environment while Elizabeth looked over the wine charter to pick something. It was a nice place indeed, especially where you were sitting by one of the corners since you asked for privacy, and you almost wished you had tipped the driver better for that only.

“I wanted to apologize,” you said after you placed your order minutes later. Elizabeth looked at you in confusion, so you jumped to explain. “I feel like I might have made you uncomfortable with my rambling earlier. This isn’t a date and I’m sorry if I made it sound like it was. I tend to make jokes when I’m nervous, but they don’t always come out…” you nodded while trying to think about the right way to phrase it, “as I wish they did.”

“You didn’t make me uncomfortable, don’t worry,” Elizabeth told you calmly. “I understood where you were trying to get and what you were trying to say. Like I said, I don’t think this is a horrible idea. It can actually help us out.”

“Yes, that’s another thing I want to apologize for.” You scratched the back of your neck and grimaced. “I kind of ruined the shooting today.”

“You weren’t the only one there, you know?” She offered with a shrug. “Like I said, getting to know each other will help us out. Besides, we’re going to work together for two months, so I guess this is a good start.”

“Even if I put my foot in my mouth?” You wondered, although now you were feeling relaxed enough to feel all your anxiety leave your body at once. It was like you could finally be yourself without the constant fear of doing or saying something wrong.

“Let’s see how the night goes,” Elizabeth joked and you both shared a laugh at that.

Things after that went pretty well.

The wine got there before the food and you both drank while talking about work at first. It was an easy topic, sharing fun stories and anecdotes that made the other laugh, but it soon wandered away from it. You both started talking about family, friends, hobbies, dreams, plans for the future and, before you realized it, you were animatedly chatting, laughing and gesticulating as if you had never once felt nervous around Elizabeth before.

She had a cute laugh that made you want to keep saying silly things to hear it again, and an easy smile that made your heart skip a beat, and green eyes that made you never want to look away, and her voice was so smooth that you wished you could hear her for hours and hours. She was funny, but she was also smart. She talked with passion about her works, about gardening, about her family, about the books she liked to read, and about everything she loved.

Halfway through dinner, you realized you wished it was a date.

It wasn’t surprising because you knew yourself enough to know it might end up happening - Elizabeth was, after all, a very beautiful and interesting woman - but that didn’t mean it made things easier. You were there to forge a friendship with her so you could work together, not to fancy her somehow. Elizabeth was also way out of your league, you couldn’t even bring yourself to dream about anything else happening.

The conversation was happening so smoothly that neither of you realized the restaurant was about to close until one of the waitresses politely told you she would have to collect the plates, but that you could finish off the wine bottle before leaving. That was the second bottle you shared and you were feeling just too happy already, so you declined to drink the rest of it. You were sure you weren’t drunk from the alcohol but from the great time you were having, but it was better safe than sorry. Elizabeth ended up saying she wouldn’t drink it either and you decided to call it a night to allow the employees to go home instead of having to work in a mostly empty restaurant.

You called for a cab once you were outside, thankfully managing to make a car stop in front of you pretty fast, and then you opened up the back door for Elizabeth to enter. You slid behind her, telling her address to the driver, and then you kept talking silently until the car parked in front of her building. You got out first and reached out with one hand to help Elizabeth get out as well before walking her to the door.

“I had a great time,” Elizabeth said as she turned around to face you.

“So did I,” you smiled. “I don’t think I laughed this hard in a long time.”

Her giggle reached your ears, which brought you such a gleeful feeling that you just knew was not a good sign. “Me neither,” she admitted.

When you tell that story years down the road, you would blame the way Elizabeth smiled at you and the way the light made her shine like something from another world for what you said next - though you knew it was just your large mouth speaking before your brain could process the words again. “So, if I wanted to take you out on a date date, would I stand any chance?”

Elizabeth looked at you for a long time before finally replying. “Well, you certainly left a good impression tonight.” She hesitated before talking again. “I would say it made me wish it was a real date. Just a little bit,” she added with a hint of humor, holding her index finger and her thumb just a few inches apart from each other.

You laughed - mostly out of relief - and nodded. “Do you think, well, do you think you have free time later this week? I would love to take you out again.”

“I think we can make that work,” was her answer and, honestly, that’s all you needed to be sure you made the right choice that day.

The director barely recognized you two working together on the screen the next day, so much so that he pulled you both to the side to congratulate you on your performance. You said it was all Elizabeth, but she only rolled her eyes at you and hit your hibs with her elbow before you both shared a laugh. You had your first official date that same Friday at the same bistro, albeit you ordered different dishes this time.

You were officially dating a month later and, by the time you wrapped the movie, there was already some gossip going around about you two. Both Elizabeth and you decided to ignore it and not address it for a while since they were harmless gossip - not to mention that it did wonderful things to the movie’s advertising.

A year later, though, you walked holding hands at the movie premier and you couldn’t bring yourself to care that you were celebrating your first year together promoting the movie that made you meet the love of your life.

[thatsmzbitchtoyou]

A Patient Man Chapter 3

Summary: Sebastian swore to never fall for another co-star again. Until Y/N drops into his life.

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4 Weeks Later

“YOU DIDN’T!” Chris yelled right in Sebastian’s face.  Anthony laughed loudly, his hand slapping the table and making the drinks slosh dangerously.  Sebastian had recounted what happened on set with Y/N a few weeks before, and with a couple drinks in him, hadn’t been able to filter the story as well as he would have liked.  He didn’t tell them about what you had said afterwards, though.  He wanted to save that memory just for him.  Chris kept staring at him with wide eyes, a look of complete astonishment on his face.  Anthony finally calmed down enough to wipe away at his now-wet eyes, laughing so hard he’d started crying.  “Oh my God, you, ha ha ha!  I’m sorry...ha!  What did she say?” 

Sebastian shrugged.  “She just said it was okay, that she wasn’t embarrassed, that I shouldn’t be embarrassed.  It was awful, I felt so stupid.”

“Well you should feel stupid you idiot!” Chris yelled at him again, too tipsy to realize how closely he was leaning into Sebastian.  “I mean, obviously it was amazing enough to make you lose it, so she must be...wow, but seriously dude?  God!” Chris was awestruck, completely flabbergasted by this news.  

“Man I always knew there was a bit of freakiness in Y/N.  I just have that freaky radar, I can tell,” Anthony slurred, a big smile plastered on his face as he watched Sebastian shift uncomfortably at the conversation.

In the last few weeks there had been an evident shift in Y/N and Sebastian’s relationship.  After that day of shooting the lap dance scene in the film, Sebastian could tell that Y/N was much more flirtatious with him, and a bit more touchy-feely than she had been with him before.  They had wrapped up filming shortly after and had all parted ways, him to Los Angeles for a few days to visit some friends and family and her with her family back to Colorado, where she had bought a house after becoming famous and coming into a good amount of money.  She had grown up through her adolescent years there and had always wanted to go back someday, and as she had said, “Living in L.A. or New York would be easier for jobs and traveling, but I just really need to get away and be normal again, too.” 

Sebastian planned on going to Colorado to surprise her and see her and the munchkins for a week before jetting off to his next job, which would keep him away for a little over two months.  He was excited for this next project he would be working on, but was finding the idea of leaving his little makeshift family behind extremely difficult.  He should have known going out and getting slightly drunk with Chris and Anthony would end up in him sharing too much.  

“Seb, you have to tell her,” Chris piped up suddenly.  Sebastian looked at him horrified.  “Just hear me out, okay?  You and her became fast friends when you met.  You’ve been basically inseparable, when you can help it, ever since.  The chemistry between you guys is so strong it’s sickening most of the time!  You are totally in love with her, and I can see she’s in love with you even if she’s not ready to admit it to herself.  And the fact that she has kids, plural, doesn’t even phase you because you love them, and they love you!”  Sebastian smiled at Chris’s words, not knowing what to say.

“She’ll probably want to take it slow with you, dude.  She’ll probably be scared to have a serious relationship, but you have to talk to her.  Get it out there,” Anthony spoke up, the conversation sobering him up.  “The worst she could say is no, but she definitely wouldn’t kick you out of her life.  She loves you, man, just go get her.”

Sebastian gave them a small smile, nodding his head.  He knew they were right.  He couldn’t keep living with this mounting sexual tension and confusing relationship frustration at his inability to tell her how he felt anymore.  “You’re right, you’re both right.  I’ll talk to her when I see her in Colorado.”

“Yeah!” they both shouted, fists flying in victory in the air then high-fiving each other.  Sebastian laughed, hoping that the upcoming conversation with Y/N would end in his favor.

3 Days Later

The doorbell rang loudly in Y/N’s Colorado home.  It was 11:00 a.m., so with Lulu at school and Ollie at Preschool Y/N couldn’t fathom who would come to her house at this time.  She walked to the door and looked through the peephole, then let out a screech when she could see who it was and flung the door open.  “SEBASTIAN!” she screamed, “What are you doing here?”

Sebastian found himself being tackled on her stoop and fought to keep himself upright as she threw herself into him and hugged him tight.  He laughed as she nuzzled his chest with her cheek and held her close to him when he got his balance.  “I missed you, too, love-of-my-life,” he said quietly as he kissed the top of her head.  Y/N looked up at him and smiled, not surprised by the nickname he’d picked up from their first Marvel movie together.  “I just thought I’d come visit my favorite person and the other two favorite people in my life, if that’s okay?” he asked hesitantly, rubbing her arms with his big hands.  

“Of course you can! You can stay here if you don’t have a hotel or something lined up.  The kids are at school but they are going to be so happy you’re here!” she happily giggled as she grabbed one of the bags by his feet and led him inside.  “I’m glad you’re here,” she added, flashing him another smile as she brought him to the guest bedroom that was across the hall from hers.  Sebastian had stayed in her house before as he had been traveling and had always loved her house.  It was moody but open while feeling extremely homey and lived-in.  She somehow managed to make it look straight out of a home decor magazine while having two rambunctious children with toys and children’s books strewn everywhere.  Sebastian could see himself living this life with her kids, her house, with her.  

Sebastian laid his stuff down on the guest bed and quickly turned to Y/N to grab the bag she had in her hand.  “I really appreciate you letting me stay here.  I can’t wait to see my munchkins, but I actually wanted to talk to you for a minute so, I’m glad we have some privacy,” he said, not quite meeting her eyes.  He knew if he didn’t talk to her about his feelings right then, he never would.  

“Oh, okay.  What did you want to talk about?” she hesitantly asked, sitting down at the head of the bed, crossing her legs and leaning against the headboard, grabbing a pillow to cradle against her stomach.  She looked concerned and a little nervous.

“It’s uh…” Sebastian stuttered out.  He could feel his heart clenching as the pit in his stomach got heavier with each second.  Just say it, you got this.  The worst she’ll say is no.  Which might kill him, but at least he’d have an answer.  He shoved the bags out of the way so he could sit down across from her on the bed, keeping his legs close to her crossed ones.  “I…I’ve been, um, for a while now, uh…” he laughed at himself then, hanging his face into his hands and rubbing his eyes.

“Jesus, Seb, just spit it out,” Y/N laughed along with him, but her eyes were apprehensive, her hands now wringing the pillow she was holding.  Sebastian looked at her then, admiring her Y/C/E eyes, the curve of her lips, the slope of her nose, how she had her hair loosely styled.  He got lost in her for a minute and without really thinking he breathed out, “God you’re beautiful.”

Y/N’s eyes widened at this, her hands quickly stilling and her mouth slightly dropping open.  Sebastian took that moment to reach out for her hands and hold them in his, rubbing her knuckles with his thumbs like he’d done multiple times before.  He took another deep breath, steeled himself and quickly put his metaphorical cards on the table.  “I’m in love with you,” he said resolutely, keeping eye contact with her.  Y/N silently gasped, her hands stiffening in his grasp.  “And hey, it’s okay if you don’t feel the same, I just needed to let you know.  You’re my best friend, and I don’t want to lose you, your friendship, the relationship with your kids, I don’t wanna lose any of that just because I feel something more for you.  I just need you to know that I think about you all day, I dream about you every night, I want nothing more than to be near you all the time.  I want you, so fucking badly it hurts.  If what happened a few weeks ago didn’t make it obvious enough then please believe me when I say it now.  I want you and all that comes with you.  And if you’ll give me a chance, I think you and I could be pretty great.”

Y/N stared at him, her hands still stiff in his fingers, barely breathing.  Sebastian waited, knowing that this would be a lot for her to take in.  She slowly blinked, seeming to come back from wherever she’d gone to mentally.  She looked down at their hands, then back up at his face, looking between his eyes as if trying to find something in them.  She unhooked her hands from his and softly grabbed his face, bringing him close to her face, still staring into what felt like his very soul.  He let himself be guided to her, letting her figure out what she needed.  After what felt like minutes but was probably only seconds, she seemed satisfied with what she found.  Y/N silently laughed, her lips lifting softly.  Sebastian smiled back at her, still waiting.  She was rapidly going through many emotions, and he was waiting for her to settle.

Y/N’s eyes suddenly became sad and doubtful, her mouth turning down, her hands slipping from his face.  He caught her hands and scooted forward on the bed.  “Whoa, hold on, where’d you go?” he scrunched his eyebrows at this reaction.  “What’s wrong?  Tell me what’s happening in your pretty head.”

Y/N seemed to deflate a bit, her shoulders sagging.  “I just…you deserve to be loved by someone who can love you fully, Sebastian,” she started, her eyes welling up with unshed tears.

“What do you mean?” he asked lowly, his heart hurting to see her cry.

Y/N sniffed, the first few tears starting to fall.  “I was in love before, and he died on me.  It wasn’t like we broke up or anyone cheated or drifted apart.  We were going to be together forever.  And then he was gone…horribly, so suddenly.  I don’t think I can handle that again, if this didn’t work out.  You deserve someone who hasn’t already lost part of their heart to someone.  I’ll always love him,” she sobbed, furiously wiping her eyes.  “And I know he’d want me to love, and be loved again, not be alone for the rest of my life.  I just,” she sighed heavily, her red rimmed eyes now looking up at him, “I’m scared,” she whispered.

Sebastian wiped a few more tears from her cheeks, giving her a reassuring smile.  “Oh sweets, I know you’ll always love him.  I don’t want to ever replace him or make you forget him.  It will never be the same love, but it’ll still be love.  Just a different one, a different kind.  You have every right to be scared.  You went through an unbelievable loss.  But can you answer one question for me?”

Y/N sniffed again, nodding her head as she looked at him again.  

“Don’t think too hard about it.  Just the first word that comes to your mind…” he paused, his fingers trailing down her neck to her chest, over her heart.  “Do you love me?”

Y/N snorted quietly at the question, “Of course I do.”

“Okay, now one more,” he pressed a little harder over her heart.  “Are you in love with me?”

Y/N’s eyes softened as she gazed at him.  She paused for a moment before reaching her hand and placing it over his hand on her heart.  “A lot more than I probably should be,” she sighed wistfully.  

Sebastian’s face split into a wide smile, “I don’t think that’s possible.  And definitely not more than I love you.”

Y/N smiled widely back at him, her eyelashes fluttering at more unshed tears building in the corners of her eyes.  “I love you,” she said, “and I think we could be pretty great, too.  But you’re going to need to be patient with me.  I’m still a bit…broken,” she confessed, turning her gaze away to her lap.  Sebastian lifted her chin back up with his other hand, holding her face still as she slowly met his eyes.  He leaned in til he could scrunch up his nose and rub the tip of his nose on hers, making her giggle at the affection.  

“We’re all a little broken, Y/N.  I’m a patient man.  All I want is you, however you’ll let me have you.”  Y/N stared at him, her eyes slipping to his lips and back.  Sebastian took the initiative at her nonverbal cue, pressing his nose against hers again, then angling it more towards her cheek, ghosting his lips over the corner of her mouth and towards her jaw.  Y/N let out a shuttered breath, her lips chasing his mouth.  He smirked at her eagerness, secretly loving how much he was turning her on like she turned him on.  “Will you let me have you, sweetness?”  

Y/N gasped, reaching out a hand and fisting his shirt in her fingers, her other hand dropping from his still splayed on her heart and gripping his knee to ground herself.  She nodded quickly, her eyes looking wild and wanting, angling her face towards his again to try and get him close to her lips again.  Sebastian licked his lips, the smirk growing as he slightly pulled away from her reach.  “Use your words, love,” he nearly moaned at the look in her eyes.  She breathed in deeply at the command, biting her lip before peering up at him with a promising look.  

“Yes, I’m all yours,” Y/N whispered. 

That was all Sebastian needed to push forward, slotting his mouth onto hers in a deep kiss.  They had kissed multiple times before for movies, had simulated love scenes on set, she’d made him cum from a lap dance for Christ’s sake, and yet none of it seemed to compare to this kiss.  They were both too eager, yearning and too high on the feeling of requited love that they didn’t seem to even realize that Y/N had climbed into his lap, fingers fisting into his hair.  Sebastian was gripping her hips, her butt, her legs, then running his hands up her back, one arm caging her against him, the other hand holding her close by the neck.  The kiss was all tongue and teeth, biting lips and peppering wet kisses and kitten licks along each other’s jaws.  At one point Sebastian’s hands went under her shirt and kneaded the soft flesh of her sides as he sucked on her neck.  Y/N moaned at the sensation, making him still his hands on the skin at her hips, his head dropping to her chest, breathing heavily.  Y/N was gripping his shoulders, gasping for air, a questioning look on her face.

“What’s wrong?” she muttered, trying to get him to look at her.  Sebastian shook his head, trying to catch his breath.

“Nothing, sweets, nothing,” he heaved, his thumbs giving her hips a small rub.  “I’m just trying not to lose it again.”

Y/N laughed at that, her laugh making her chest bounce in his face.  Sebastian just smiled, moving to hide his face in her neck.

“Aw, Seb, you poor horny thing,” she laughed again, pinching his arm.

“Hey, don’t judge me,” his reply muffled in her neck, his hands tickling her sides.  She yelped at the feeling, twisting to get out of his hold, making them both fall onto the bed, Sebastian hovering over her.  They settled into silence and stared at each other for a few moments.  Y/N’s fingers were aimlessly roaming his face, caressing the fine lines, the crinkles around his eyes as he smiled, scratching the stubble on his face, and softly tapping the dimple in his chin.  Sebastian was mesmerized at her actions, his eyes roaming her face, then pushing some hair behind her ear.  As her eyes finally met him again he leaned down and nuzzled her nose with his, a new tradition they seemed to have picked up along the way.   Y/N giggled and nuzzled him back, her hands weaving into his hair again, pushing back the strands and scratching his scalp, making him hum at the massaging effect.  

“So does this mean we’re like, boyfriend-girlfriend?” Y/N teased.  Sebastian snorted, hanging his head into her neck again, making her laugh again.

“Yes, we’re like, boyfriend-girlfriend,” he sassed back, nipping at her earlobe.  Y/N gasped at that, swatting his shoulder.

“You gotta stop that, I can’t handle it,” she whined, pretending to be upset.  Sebastian smirked down at her.

“Why?  Why can’t I love on you, huh?  You’re just too delicious, I need a taste…” he dipped his head, nipping her earlobe again then licking and sucking the skin below her ear.  Y/N tried to muffle another moan, almost choking on the air she sucked in.  She quickly recovered herself and pushed his shoulders back a little for some space.  He immediately stopped, looking at her inquisitively.  “Is this okay?  I’m sorry, that was all too fast, you said be patient with you and I just–”

“No, no, Seb you’re fine, you’re perfect,” Y/N reassured him, holding his face again.  “I don’t mind this, it’s okay.  I’m just out of practice, inexperienced, so I’m feeling a little overwhelmed by it all right now.”  Sebastian nodded in understanding, pushing himself up on his elbow so he wasn’t right on top of her anymore.  He laid his free hand back on her cheek, swiping the skin on her cheekbone, taking her in.  She looked beautiful like this, hair messy on the bed below her, cheeks pink from exertion, lips slightly swollen from the bruising kiss they shared.  He couldn’t wait until they’d get to a point in their relationship where she’d let him have her this way, but he’d be patient.  He couldn’t stop his smile again, making his cheeks hurt with how much he’d been doing it.

“It’s okay, love.  Whenever you’re ready I’ll be ready.  We’ll just take it slow.  Whatever you need,” Sebastian stated quietly.  Y/N seemed encouraged by this, nodding.  Sebastian leaned in again, giving her cheeks, then her forehead, then her nose, and finally her lips small pecks of kisses. 

[thepossumwrites]

Glad You're Home, Asshole

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader (no gender specific language used)

Word Count: 1,640

Warnings: swearing, reader is american and a streamer

A/N: this is so self indulgent. the time period is modern obviously, since the reader is a streamer, but Draco and reader are in their like . . . 20's-30's. just dont worry about it

this might become a little one shot series, not sure. currently hyperfixating

The Ministry was probably the most boring place in the world. 

Draco Malfoy sat back in his office chair, sighing deeply. That would have to be enough for today. He closed the book he was looking through, setting it off to the side. There were so many archaic laws still to sort through, Hermione was right when she told him it would most likely take him years of diligent work. Still, he was grateful for it. This was what he was good at, the superfluous language, the knowledge of what went through the minds of a group of aristocratic wizards. His job was to put the past into the present and hand that information over to those who could make a difference. Already he’d been instrumental in helping overturn old laws that had no bearing in modern society. It gave him a sense of accomplishment, of pride. 

He stood, collecting his suit coat and bag. He knew you’d be waiting for him, he had promised you he’d either call you by 5 pm to tell you he was going to be late, or he would be home by 7 pm. A quick glance at his watch told him that it was 6:45 pm, so he’d have to be quick. 

Heading to one of the designated apparating stations, he left the Ministry with a crack. 

He landed in the mudroom, setting his suit coat and bag down. The house was warm, inviting, a space that instantly melted the stress of work and the outside world off him. As he makes his way through the house in search of you, he remembers what it took to get here. 

An American in Britain always stirred up some emotion from the native peoples, an American magic user in the Ministry of Magic stirred up more than just emotion. Draco is the first to admit that British magic users still had a long way to go when it came to the acceptance of certain people by and large. He still had to catch himself every once in a while when he interacted with muggles. He’d met a couple Americans here and there, but generally in passing, generally muggle. He couldn’t remember the last time he spoke to an American magic user, he genuinely may never had before. But when you caught his eye as he walked through the Atrium he couldn’t move as you walked over, a smile brightening up your beautiful face.

He could tell you were American from the way you dressed, the way you let your emotions dance across your face. You were animated in a way his compatriots generally weren’t. It was . . . refreshing, he decided in the moments it took for you to reach him.

“Hi! I’m so sorry to be a bother, but I’m looking for someone and the stupid sim card I bought for my phone isn’t working, and this place is just massive. Could you tell me where Regina Hillspire’s office is?” Your voice was animated as you smiled through the whole sentence.

He hesitated for a moment, caught up in the magnetic pull of your being. People didn’t really smile at him at this point, didn’t really ask him for anything outside of a professional capacity, and even then it seemed forced. Here you were, making solid eye contact, your voice melodious in a chorus of one notes. 

“She’s a friend, you see, we met online. I stream actually, and we started talking because we both play this really cool game. She invited me to visit, and I've never been to Britain before so I figured ‘why not?’! I just got in, so on top of the sim card thing not working I'm also super jet lagged. If you don’t know where her office is, that's totally cool, I can maybe find it?” You looked around, the hesitancy of your conviction evident in your face.

Draco looked to the side, needing to divert his gaze to hard reboot his brain. After a moment he nodded and turned back to you, “Yeah, I know her office. It’s just down the hall from mine, let me walk you there.”

You smiled wide, “Great! Thank you so much! I’m Y/n by the way.”

“Draco,”

“Nice to meet you, Draco.” 

You started walking, following Draco as he weaved his way through the labyrinth that was the Ministry. You were quiet as you two walked, and it didn’t sit right with him. He liked hearing your voice, a fact that he filed away quickly in a box labeled “eh”.

“So . . .” He started after they walked into an elevator and the doors whispered shut, “You stream?”

You nodded at him, “Yeah, generally I stream video games, sometimes I do other things. Right now i’m streaming a run of a new game, I got early access to it so I could stream it. That’s my favorite, I think, introducing something new. It’s really cool.”

You were definitely introducing something new to him.

“Do you . . . I mean can I . . .” He didn't know how to ask how to watch your streams. He’d never played a video game before, let alone watch someone play one. 

You looked at him with expectant eyes.

Before he could figure out how to ask, the elevator doors opened, depositing the two of you onto his floor. Instead of finishing his sentence he strode out, his long legs propelling him down the hallway at a clipped pace. You struggled to keep up for a moment, chasing after him. 

After a couple seconds he slowed down, giving you an apologetic look. You just waved your hand and smiled.

It didn’t take long to reach Regina’s door. They could hear her talking behind it, most likely on the phone. 

“Well, here’s her office.” He stuck his hands into his pockets, unsure what to do. He didn’t want to leave you, he wanted to ask you about your streams, talk to you about your life. He wanted to be selfish and take your time away from your actual friend. But he couldn’t do that, the only claim he had of your time was this simple act.

“Thank you so much,” you responded, smiling happily.

He nodded and turned, intending to head to his office and wallow. 

“Hey Draco?” 

Draco stopped in his tracks, turning back to you with an eyebrow raised.

“I would love to go on a date with you.” 

For the second time that day Draco hesitated, this time his surprise flashing across his face. He watched as your smile slowly turned down and into a grimace.

“Or is that . . . not what you wanted to ask me in the elevator?” 

“I . . . no that’s not what I wanted to ask you." His words were slow, brows knitting together.

You nodded slowly, your gaze flicking from his face to the closed door of Regina’s office.

“But!” He said quickly as you reached for the handle, “I would really like to go on a date with you, if you have some time during your visit.”

You quickly looked back at him, face lighting up. Warmth spread through his chest, warming the tips of his ears and making him feel slightly drunk. He really liked your face, liked the look of it when he made you happy. 

The rest, they say, was history. Two short years later and you had moved in, you were sleeping in his bed and letting him call you darling, baby, honey, love. He fell more in love with you every day, and today was no different. 

When he didn’t find you in the living room, he knew you had to be in your office. The day you moved in Draco had installed a light next to the door frame. Green meant he could come in, red meant you were streaming or working on something and couldn't be distracted. 

The light was green, so he quietly opened the door and headed inside. Your streaming room/office was a gorgeous extension of your personality. It was filled with the things you loved, the things that made you you. Draco had had a marvelous time helping you set it up, basking in the glow of you being with him all the time. 

Right now you were contorted in your computer chair, noise canceling headphones on, wrapped in a blanket he’d had since Hogwarts. It was dark in the room, the only lighting your two monitors as you stared intently at the one that held the game. 

He crept up behind you, wanting to see what you were playing. The second monitor had a game page on Steam up for a demo, a horror game it seemed. He smiled softly, you did say you’d try anything once. 

You flinched suddenly, hitting pause on the keyboard so quick your hand was a blur.

“Holy shit,” You muttered, taking a deep breath. “What the fuck was that?”

Draco had to stifle his laugh, watching as you steeled yourself. You hit play again and move your mouse, the first person view point shifting, lighting up a tree with a figure behind it, its eyes black and its smile wide. He chose that moment to place his hand on your shoulder.

You screamed, jumping up and ripping your headphones off, reaching for the wand that was placed neatly in a holder on the side of your desk.

“It’s me! It’s me!” Draco laughed, holding his hands up.

Your breathing was ragged as you took in the site of your boyfriend. You glanced at the clock on your desk, “Draco! What the fuck man??”

“I’m sorry love, I couldn't resist.” He smiled the world's most infuriatingly charming smile as he swept you up in his arms.

You grumbled but let him hug you, sighing heavily, “Glad your home, asshole.”

He laughed once more and kissed you, “So am I.”

[shamelessliarkickapow]

Arrvatarr! The Last Arrbender!

a ridiculous zutara pirate AU rated M (fer me Mateys) Read chapter 1 on AO3!

Chapter 2, part 1/3

“Promise me you’ll jolly that guy’s roger or I’m gonna make a whole big thing out of it, I swear.”

Katara frowned in focus and continued steadily soothing the blisters down on Toph’s grubby hand. Across the deck of the steamer, Sokka and Suki were working something out with the old general while the prince stood behind him with his arms crossed over his bare chest, silently glaring.

Katara felt the heat of that glare on her from time to time. She was making a point of not looking back.

It seemed like a bad idea to have him just loose like this, as if his honor could be trusted as well as a physical shackle. So even though she did not look at him, she was watching him from the corner of her eye.

Because any moment he might leap into action.

Not because the way he stood so stiff and straight with his wide stance and his strong arms folded made him look especially… commanding. That didn’t interest her at all.

“That guy is a prince of the Fire Nation.” Katara scoffed to show just how ridiculous the notion of jollying his anything was. “Uh, thanks but no thanks.”

“What’s the big deal?”

“There’s this war-?”

“He’s not the war. He’s just a guy. You think he’s hot-”

“I never said that!”

“No, what you said-” Her smirk had widened into a full grin now. “-was he’s a thing that belongs to you.”

Katara felt heat beat in her face at the same time the prince turned his glare on her again. She scowled at Toph and pretended he did not exist. “I obviously meant in a kidnapper-kidnappee way.”

“Mm-hm. Is that why you were touching his royal scion?”

“His chin, it was just his chin!” Katara sputtered. “As- an intimidation tactic! I was intimidating him!”

“Yeah, haha, he seemed real intimidated, Sweetness. He nearly jumped you.”

“I could have stopped him.”

“But you didn’t want to, did you? I’ll bet you wanted to feel his big, hot, muscly- What’s he look like? Moves athletic, feels heavy, so he’s gotta have some nice, thick muscles-”

With her free hand, she gripped at the air, squeezing phantom biceps. Beyond her, Katara caught the narrowed eyes of the prince. She swatted Toph’s arm down.

“Knock it off! He can see you,” she hissed. Toph just smirked harder, a knowing twitch to her eyebrows.

“What, and now you’re shy all of a sudden? You wanna pretend you didn’t want him to try a take-down during the fight? I saw how close you let him get. I felt you getting all excited-”

“There was fire flying around! It wasn’t the kind of excitement you’re talking about.”

“Nah. I’ve felt you fight tons of firebenders. I remember when you fought that Jet guy. This was a different kind of excitement. You were totally having fun.”

She kept squirming around as she talked and it was making it impossible for Katara to heal her stupid blisters. The dredging-up of her long-time ex was annoying but not at all surprising. Toph had been permanently installed in her business since they encountered Jet and his freedom fighters way back in the Earth Kingdom, when Katara had finally gotten to confront him about everything that had happened when they’d been together the year before... That fight had been cathartic but definitely not fun.

The prince was not watching her, so she took the briefest opportunity to watch him watch his uncle. He seemed mollified, as if whatever negotiation the old man was making was going well. Sokka was nodding and stroking his chin in one of his postures intended to convey wisdom and reasonableness. Suki blinked slowly at him, not entirely impressed with whatever he had settled on but willing to back him up out of fondness.

Probably should not have left those two in charge…

Sometimes it gave Katara a weird ache in her chest when she watched how good they were to each other. She liked being on her own - had liked it ever since Jet - but sometimes she wanted what Sokka had: someone who had his back even when he was being a goof.

The way that old general was smiling, all cheer and shrugging good humor, did not look like a prisoner being told the very firm rules of their probation…

The prince caught her looking at them and met her eye boldly, evidently not so interested in hearing and remembering Sokka’s rules either. He seemed far more interested in trying to pick a fight with her (or something) through the power of his stare alone. Katara rolled her eyes away from him and pinned Toph’s hand on her knee to finish her work.

“Fine. It was a fun fight, okay? Especially when I won and mounted him on the wall like a trophy.”

Toph snickered her appreciation.

“But a fun fight and a little-” She tipped her nose upward. “-slightly provocative banter doesn’t add up to jollying. Especially with a guy who was raised in privilege to wage war on the rest of the world. I mean! His literal ancestors-”

“You’re going too deep, Katara. Whatever he comes from, he’s here now, and he’s your prisoner-”

“He’s technically all of our prisoner.”

“-so after you pound him in the rematch, you should strip him down and survey your conquests.”

“Toph!”

“Just appraise the goods! Doesn’t mean you have to crack his teacup, but if it’s nice-”

“Toph!’

“We’re pirates! I thought that meant lustily seizing life, booty, and boys!”

Katara huffed and focused on finishing the healing, though whether it was the sentiment in general or the particular booty in question that had her blushing, she wasn’t sure.

Toph had always been a little… racy - she claimed it was for authenticity - but in their entire year as pirates, this had never actually come up before. They only ever targeted Fire Nation ships, and Fire Nation soldiers and sailors were not generally an enticing demographic for purposes beyond robbery. Furthermore, the officers in charge were pretty much the worst people. A prince was likely to continue that trend.

So it was entirely new and unexpected for Katara to find her eyes drawn again to the prince, who was presently scowling at Suki as she sweet-sharp explained the rules to him. From across the deck, Katara couldn’t hear the words she said, but she could tell by the look on his face that he was being told what ‘good behavior’ did and did not entail. He was standing even straighter than before, his folded arms flexing like he was holding himself back from something.

He really did have some nice, thick muscles…

She realized abruptly that Sokka was watching her, his eyebrows furrowing high over squinting, dubious eyes. She could read it on his face.

Really, Katara? This guy?

And in a flash she spotted the old man, who had followed Sokka’s look to her. It was no more than a glance, but his stifled smile was immediate as he dropped his gaze briefly to the deck and then turned an overly-earnest look on his nephew.

Nearer at hand, Toph let out a huff of her own and opened her mouth to be annoying some more, but she was cut off.

“Lusty seizing sounds like pirate behavior to me.”

This unbiased opinion had come from a soldier tucked under a blanket of steel near where they sat. He was evidently blinded by the helmet twisted down over his eyes, but his pointy mustache and beard tuft were perfectly visible around his thoughtfully frowning mouth. He shrugged as much as possible in his restraints.

“Pirates do what they want.”

“Thank you, random defeated guy,” Toph said cheerfully. “See, Katara? It’s kind of your responsibility as a pirate to uphold a certain standard of behavior. So the responsible thing to do here is to follow your impulse, drag that sullen wench to your cabin, and ride his royal scion to the moon and back.”

Katara was still peering a little distastefully down at the soldier… soldiers, actually, who had just been quietly listening to this conversation. And evidently believed now was the time to weigh in.

“Your scary kid friend makes some pretty convincing points,” a firebender lying on his face said, muffled into the deck.

“You work hard,” another soldier said. “You should really do something just for you.”

“And you deserve nice things. What’s nicer than a prince?”

“Nobody asked you! You’re all teetering dangerously on the captive/victim threshold until you safely launch in that river boat, so watch yourselves,” Katara snapped.

Toph just chuckled. “Yeah, what’s it to you losers anyway?”

“Prince Zuko is a good and honorable man,” the first soldier said. “I’m proud to have served under him. I wish the best for him. You know, as best as being kidnapped by pirates can go.”

“He works hard, too. It’ll be good for him to take a break from the rigors of command.”

“Great man. Awful temper,” added yet another - the only firebender who had managed to get his helmet on, presently hanging upside down from the wall of the tower. His metallic voice sounded faintly exasperated. “Definitely needs his scion ridden to the moon.”

Toph was all-out laughing. Katara was fuming. The face-down firebender carried on.

“If you get him going, he’ll probably take you there a few times. He’s got a lot of discipline. And stamina… And rage. Angi, hadn’t really thought about it, but-”

“What is this?” Katara demanded. “The FNS Wingman? Do you all just sail around trying to get your prince laid?”

“Ravished,” Toph corrected gleefully. “Get your jargon right, Sugar Queen. You told me we don’t tolerate any namby-pamby landlubber gender typecasting in this crew. These guys are trying to get their prince ravished.”

The soldiers were silent for a beat. Then they all started talking at once.

“-not not trying-”

“-just needs a little coaxing-”

“-owe him our lives, it’s not-”

“-a strong woman to really-”

“-wasn’t so proud, he wouldn’t need to get ravished-”

Katara yanked up a puddle and cracked it in the air to shut them all up.

“What I’m gonna do to your prince,” she snarled, “is embarrass him in that rematch. But none of you will be around to see it. Toph-”

“After sunrise? Hmph.”

“Good luck - he’s a machine.”

“…just keeps fighting ‘til he wins…”

Katara continued, speaking over them. “-knock these chuckle-heads loose so they can get on their little boat and start praying they discover a new island between here and the Earth Kingdom.”

“Aye aye, Cap’n,” Toph growled.

She worked through a few stances and there was a cacophony of squealing metal as straps popped and sheets uncurled. The one helmeted firebender came down hard on that helmet. Soldiers started climbing to their feet as they were freed. Katara folded her arms over her chest and glared at all of them while Toph directed.

“Alright you buncha grog-guzzlin’ shark snacks, you heard the waterbender - get below and board the river boat. Any side-trips-” She stomped hard with one foot, leaving a small crater. “-and I’ll know. And if I have to come collect you, I won’t treat your squishy chum-sack bodies gentle like I did the first time.”

They cleared away with many a nervous glance, but Katara only felt that heat again and, unthinking, she met the prince’s yellow eyes. He watched her for a long moment, then tipped his head to the left.

Toward the east. Where the horizon was not yet lightening, but soon would.

Katara took in his unspoken threat - how much of that had he heard? - and then screwed up her own scowl and marched across the deck toward him. Unnoticed, a couple of limping soldiers paused their progress to let her pass before them, pretending not to watch from the corners of their wide eyes.

The Fire Prince tipped his chin up higher as he met her stare unflinchingly through her approach. Katara stopped about arm’s length away, no longer entirely aware of Suki and Sokka and the old man watching her. She only really saw this prince - Zuko - and the way he breathed deep and slow, the muscles of his arms and chest straining against each other.

“You should really put a shirt on,” she said.

She’d meant it to come out snappish and dismissive. Instead, her voice was quiet, sharp, suggestive. Threatening. She hadn’t really meant to do it, but she watched with sizzling satisfaction as his unscarred eye widened minutely.

“If you don’t, you might just find yourself in trouble-”

“Guys!” Aang cried as he came bounding out of the observation tower with a large instrument in his arms. “They have a tsungi horn!”

Katara met that burning yellow stare for a second longer - a second in which Toph’s suggestions tumbled slow and delicious through her mind - then took a step back.

She turned toward Aang and donned a warm smile. “That’s great, Aang! Do you know how to play?”

[effervescentdragon]

Any charles pairing & plane rides ✈️

They travel feom Germany to Hungary on the Ferrari jet together.

Sebastian didn't want to do it. He wanted to get into his own car and drive to Hungary and calm down. Truthfully, it didn't even have to be his own car, and it couldn't be something Italian because he would've crashed it, and it couldn't be something German because he would've driven it into a tree in Schwartzwald, and it couldn't be British because he didn't want to think about Brits right now so all that was left as an option was French, and that made him not push as hard against the idea of flying in a fucking Ferrari jet.

He just didn't know Leclerc would be there too.

Kimi was already asleep after getting into a fight with someone over the phone. Maurizio was already gone, as was the mkst of the team. Ericsson had something or other to take care of, so he wasn't with them. The rest of the team was either sleeping or working, heads bowed over their laptops and data.

Sebastian was tired, and annoyed, and many other things he didn't dare even think unless he wanted to be fucking hospitalised, and now he had Charles Leclerc sitting across from him and very pointedly avoiding looking at Sebastian and pretending he didn't.

He's so beautiful, Sebastian thought out of nowhere, because it was the truth and he was bone-deep exhausted and Charles' eyelashes touched his cheeks when he lowered them in slow blinks. He's as beautiful as he is talented, and I am so fucked. It's all so fucked, and I'm fucked, and the Championship is about to be fucked, and Ferrari is fucked, and I would let myself be fucked by this boy, if only he knew how to ask.

Charles took a deep breath and squared his shoulders. "Seb, uh," Charles finally spoke, in a soft tone that emphasised his sleepy French - Monegasque - accent, "I just wnmanted to say - congratulations on breaking the track record."

Sebastian blinked. What the fuck is wrong with you, kid, he almost blurted out. I crashed out of the race that may well cost me the Championship by my own stupid fault, you finished dead last, you're going to take Kimi's place in Ferrari and I know I will have to fight you and the whole fuckery of Ferrari both, alongside godforsaken Mercedes and whatever "LH and VB" throw at me, and you're congratulating me on a stupid track record?

Charles swallowed when Seb said nothing, and very obviously made himself continue. "I watched your lap, and - and they gave me some of the data for the sim, and - it was wonderful. It was so clean, and so instinctive, when you pushed on the straight, it was - like art." He swallowed. Sebastian couldn't look away from the way his throat bobbed. He could imagine touching it with his palm as he filled it with his -

"So I just wanted to say that. You're a - a great driver, and I think I can learn a lot from you. So," he shrugged, and he looked so young and so naive and so uncomfortable and like it was costing him everything to say these things because his eyes couldn't conceal that they were the truth.

When was the last time I spoke the truth and wasn't punished for it, Sebastian thought, but didn't need to think about the answer. His favourite colour always was blue.

When will they kill the sincerity in you, kid, he thought, and realised, uncomfortably, that he didn't really want to find out.

The silence held for a moment more. "Thank you," Sebastian finally made himself say. "It was - it was special. To do something like that home - or as close to home as possible."

Charles nodded, and the gentle, understanding smile on his face made Sebastian want to bite his lip until it bled, because Charles didn't - couldn't understand.

"I hope I do the same in Monaco one day," he said, like he was telling a secret. Everybody knows, Sebastian almost said. Everybody can see it in your eyes, how desperate you are to win there. To have her love you like you love her. Idiot boy.

He remembered his own words in Monaco. If anyone should be praised, it's Charles. I don't know who should be praised, if not Charles.

"You did good," Sebastian said, because he remembered Charles' parted lips and flushed cheeks in that press conference too. "With what you had, what you were given, you did good." He paused, not sure if he should. If he should dare.

Fuck it, he though, and leaned in and put his hand over Charles'. It's all going to hell anyway. I may as well enjoy at least this one ride.

"You'll do even better next year."

Charles' genuine smile made his eyes shine and deepen in colour. Sebastian wasn't sure if they were the green of the forest, or the brown of the mud, or the gold of the trophies he was once used to. He didn't think it really mattered.

He knew he was going to get close enough to find out some day, because Charles' eyes held many, many emotions, but the one Sebastian recognized the easiest, used to seeing it in the mirror in the past, was hope.

Monza is for the dreamers, he thought nonsensically. Let's see what happens after Hungary, and Spa. Let's see what you're made of, Charles Leclerc.

"I hate the jet," he said, and Charles chuckled. "We have to flu everywhere and I hate it." He oretended to get an idea. "You know what we should do? We should take a drive, from - from Spa to Monza. Blow them all away and just drive."

Charles laughed, cheeks rosy and ripe to be bitten. Seb grinned.

"I think I'd like that," Charles said, and Seb didn't say I know you do. "I think that would be fun, and funny."

Sebastian squeezed Charles' hand. "Yes. It will." He let his smile soften. "Maybe we'll make it happen."

"Monza is for the dreamers," Charles said nonchalantly. Sebastian's heart skipped a beat, but he kept his breathing steady. "So anything can happen."

An engineer coughed behind them as she approached with a tablet filled with data, her face apologetic as she made a beeline for Charles. "Charles, I'm sorry, but if you could-"

Sebastian stopped listening. He'll get the data anyway. What he couldn't get rid of was the feelimg that somewhere, somehow, he'd made a terrible, detrimental miscalculation in regards to Charles.

He tried not to worry. He had all the time in the world to figure it out, though. So long as he didn't get too distracted by that dimple in Charles' cheek, he'd be fine.

He's Sebastian Vettel, a four-time World Champion and a Ferrari driver. He's always fine.

[tormentedsoldier]

in a private jet,  on the way to a business trip. ( zemo with bucky 🖤 )

Agreeing to go on this mission to Madripoor with Zemo wasn't going to do any good for this mental health, Bucky knew that. Just as he knew that it would wipe away months and months of therapy he'd managed to endure in the wake of his pardon. And yet there he was, doing what could easily push him past the point of sanity at any given moment: teaming up with the man who had once framed him, but he knew he didn't have a choice. Hydra was still out there and if that was what it took to stop them, then so be it.

What he hadn't bargained for, though, was Steve insisting to join them on their mission, obviously not trusting Zemo enough to let Bucky go alone and he probably had a point.

And so there they were, the three of them on Zemo's private jet on their way to Madripoor and it was only halfway through the flight that Bucky needed to excuse himself for a minute, happy that Steve couldn't asked stupid questions seeing as he was currently fast asleep in his comfortable seat and he didn't really expect Zemo to care.

That was until he felt the bathroom door being pushed open and someone sneak in with him, pressing flush against him and pulling him into a kiss. Which Bucky didn't break when he realized it wasn't Steve.

"We really shouldn't..." was the only half-hearted protest he gave when they had to break away for air.

[asvterias]

hi! can i request a ziggy berman x reader where the reader and ziggy have been friends for a while and sheila kind of corners the reader and starts bullying her and then ziggy swoops in and saves the day? maybe kisses at the end?

tysm i love youe stories! 💗

𝖲𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗋 𝖳𝗈 𝖱𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋 ~ 𝖹𝗂𝗀𝗀𝗒 𝖡𝖾𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗇

Warnings: Mild Swearing

Pairings: Ziggy Berman x Fem!Black!Friend!Reader

Summary: Two Shadysiders meet acquaintances and became close friends but that only puts a target on [name]’s back for a particular mean girl.

Tag List: @f4eism @tswiftlq @skimm0nzz @carolslittleslut @ciphertheclock @yurdreamgirlfriend

Word Count: 1,404

Since the beginning of summer camp, Ziggy loathed even being there, complaining that it was just a big waste of time. She discovered that it was not gonna be just Shadysiders, she also found out that Sunnyvalers appeared in the mixture.

Her older sister, Cindy ignored her weak protests, and eventually, Ziggy found herself on the bus among many Shadysiders driving to the summer camp. Personally, she didn’t want to interact with anybody since she’s kinda a loner and kept her feelings to herself.

Her pessimistic opinions on the summer camp withered away when she first met you. [Name] [Lastname], an outcast Shadysider like her.

Beautiful jet-black (curly/straight) hair, average height, (light/dark) eyes that showed complete warmth, brown skin which glistened underneath the sun’s radiation, and the most sparking personality that she’d ever encountered.

You two were roommates and became close friends…some might say that you developed a crush on the redhead. Obviously, you kept those feelings to yourself, aware that same-sex couples were shunned.

This day carried on, as usual, the sun immensely blasting down on the camp with campers doing various outside activities. Nick’s desperate attempts for your time and attention didn’t follow too far behind as well.

The Sunnyvaler boy had made many advances on you and very subtle hints that he was interested but you would just shrug them off. While Ziggy will just straightforwardly tell him that you’re not interested, especially to a Sunnyvaler.

Unfortunately, Ziggy wasn’t here to save you from distress this time which gave Nick the perfect opportunity to interact with you.

Luckily, you caught a glimpse of him walking in your direction with that little irritating smile of his and that’s how you found yourself at the lake. It was peaceful and quiet, just giving you a taste of reality as you clear your thoughts.

You were completely unaware that Sheila and her goons had walked up to you, immediately bringing you out of your peaceful state.

“Look at what we have here girls. Another shadyside trash.”

So much for a peaceful day.

You turned around, greeting the three Sunnyvaler girls with a tight smile as irritation settled in your eyes. “What do you want Sheila?”

“You think that I didn’t find out your little secret, huh?” Sheila began, a taunting smile tugging at the curves of her lips.

At first, you remained frozen at her revelation. She couldn’t know. How could she know? Who did she already tell your secret to?

You decide to play it off cool because you knew that Sheila feeds off of your weaknesses. Your face transforms solemnly as you crossed your arms, “I have no idea what you’re talking about!”

“Don’t play stupid with me, [name]. You’re a very smart girl, unless…Ziggy bewitched you with those uncommon feelings of yours for her.” The raven-haired Sunnyvaler accuses your best friend.

“You’re acting absurd, Sheila! I’m not being bewitched by Ziggy.” You defended the younger Berman girl. Sheila didn’t even have the right to accuse Ziggy, of all people of a witch’s curse which happened 300 years ago. “You’ve just gone completely bat-shit crazy, Ziggy is not possessed by the witch and she didn’t string me along with her evil biddings.”

The girl tilts her head in response, fury practically filling her body as her hands ball up into fists from her sides. If there’s one thing about Sheila, it’s that she doesn’t like being wrong.

“Hey, [name]. Cindy finally let me finish cleaning that shitty outhouse with her so I’m free.” Ziggy’s voice sprang out as she walked over, her eyes glued on the ground oblivious to Sheila’s presence. In receiving silence, she looked up and her sparkling smile vanishes when she realizes that you were not alone. “What the fuck are you doing here, Sheila?”

Sheila spoke. “The party is just getting started, witch.”

“Now, [name], we weren’t finished with our conversation.” She stalked closer toward you as her two friends grabbed Ziggy’s forearms to stop her from coming to your aid. You could hear the Shadysider utter curses above her breath to the Sunnyvalers.

“Are. You. Being. Bewitched. By. Ziggy.?”

Surprisingly, the redhead finally got free from their grip and hurried to your rescue. “Knock it off sheila!!” Ziggy proclaimed, shoving the girl roughly by her shoulder.

“Oh, look it’s your princess in shining armor, [name].” She stated to the Berman girl. “She’s not even defending herself that’s how weak she is.”

Just then, Ziggy steps in front of you, her glare immediately hardening. “Knock it the fuck off sheila!”

“Why should I? Messing with L/N is so fun!”

The Berman girl scoffs. “Alright, look here you litt–“

“Ziggy, just drop it, alright.” You sighed in defeat. There was no point in arguing with Sheila, she would just take the victory in all of it.

“No, I’m not gonna drop it, [name]! She’s bullying you and I’m tired of her shit. I don’t care if she bullies me but for you, it’s a different story.”

“Yeah, listen to her if you know what’s good for you, you witch.” Apparently, that was enough to piss the Berman girl off causing her to punch Sheila right in the face, who staggers on her balance.

“Ziggy, what the hell?” You cursed at your friend, pulling her back with her bruised hand, maintaining some space from her goonies.

“She deserves it!” Ziggy rolls her eyes as she focuses on her hand. “She’s lucky that I couldn’t get two more in, for a matter of fact.”

“Let’s just get out of here, zigs.”

“Why don’t you tell her about your little crush on a certain person?” Becky spits out, glaring holes into your eyes.

“What crush is she talking about–“

“It’s nothing.” You brushed her off as you grabbed her hand and headed back toward the camp.

“You can’t just let those Sunnyvalers asshole walk all over you like that.” You remained quiet, already annoyed by the conversation. “Besides, what was Becky talking about? It’s not like it was true, right…?”

“Ohh…” you blew a breath, “I was hoping that you forgot.”

Ziggy nudged you by your arm, a grin present on her face. “I promise, it’ll just stay between us.”

“Sheila found out who my crush was.” For some reason, you saw her features deflate and couldn’t shake off the feelings. Could there be a slight possibility that Ziggy likes you back as well? “And there was no doubt that her thing 1 and 2 knew about it as well.”

“God, please let it be anyone but the goode boys.” She groaned, trying to hide the pain in her tone.

“We’ll…she’s kinda a she.” You revealed, seeing how she stops in her tracks and how her blue beautiful orbs connect to your chestnut eyes.

“She has fiery red hair, remarkable personality, beautiful ocean blue eyes, freckles which could match the constellations…and don’t worry she’s a shadysider.“ You explained with a micshevioud mishecvious grin. “And I don’t how to repay her for saving me.”

“Maybe with a kiss or asking her out on a date.” Ziggy chimes in with a dopey smile. “I’m sure that she’ll be happy with either one.”

“Really what will she say!” You feigned ignorance.

“Maybe she’d accept it.”

You decided to play along. “Accept what? The date or the kiss?”

“Both.”

You beamed, tugging her hand to your shared cabin. Once you were in the cabin, you shut the door lock. “Wouldn’t she like to find out?”

“Umm…” she stuttered out, her cheeks tinted with red, “M-maybe we should go somewhere more private..y’know just for safety measures.”

“We’re in a cabin alone, red, I don’t know how private you want us to be.” You taunted playfully, enjoying her lame excuses of wanting to be alone with you. “Ziggy Berman getting nervous, that’s a first.”

“Shut up,” she replied before grabbing you by your shirt and pulling you into a passionate kiss. This will surely be a summer to remember, you were certain of it.

© asvterias, 2022. please do not plagiarize any of my works.

[weirdo09]

i wish

a bywheelclair fic series: chapter one(based on a song of the same name)

you know, being in highschool really seemed to shit up mike’s interest in women. well in his defense, they cake themself in makeup, they have nasty attitudes(*cough* *cough*max*cough* *cough*) and they’re really not that hot. besides it’s not like they like him anyway, he’s too tall and lanky, he’s a freak and he’s not athletic. every girl seems to go for ballers now, not that he could blame them. though, they’re literally the bane of his existence(besides his best friend, lucas) he gotta hand it to them that they’re hot, not that he’d tell anybody that is.

truth be told, mike just found out he liked guys and it hit him like a double decker bus. not to mention, his first friend ever, will happened to be his crush. bad news, he’s been crushing on lucas like today, will called him telling him that they’re dating which mike was obviously happy for him and give his congratulations. he couldn’t help but wonder if he was a baller or maybe even a little taller. mike was close to 6’0 so maybe someone would find him attractive then and maybe if he was a baller, he’d finally get some validation from his peers but enough of that, he couldn’t betray hellfire if you could even call it that now. since eddie died, no one felt like taking his place so they soon disbanded. it hurt dustin the most, he didn’t come to school for a few days and when he got back, he never was the same again. it reminded mike of when the byers moved away.

sure, they moved back but it still effected him though he couldn’t pinpoint why. as the days progressed, will and lucas’ relationship grew stronger. not that mike was jealous, i mean why would he when lucas practically had taken his first best friend away from him. they almost never hung out and it was seriously bugging mike. they were all lovey dovey, constantly flirting and being all coupley. you could always count on dustin to use his straight-dar for some weird cause. “are you prissy about you and el breaking up?” dustin asked smugly, practically inhaling his food. mike gave him a scowl, “what? no, what the hell, dustin? that breakup was mutual. we didn’t like each other anymore that’s it.” mike snapped, dustin smirked. “yup, still prissy.” dustin confirmed, mike huffed at him and left the table to go to the restroom.

sometimes, mike really hates himself. sure, his friends can also be an absolute pain but this hatred is way worse. he just couldn’t figure out how lucas’ better than him. yeah, lucas could play ball, he had a pretty nice body, had a nice, warm personality too and he was charismatic. all these qualities made him a great friend and possibly a great boyfriend. what the fuck? why is he thinking about this right now? ‘your best friend is dating him, you sicko.’ mike thought to himself, sitting onto of the toilet seat. as he got out, he took a look at his face. he had the same pale skin that would burn easily in the sun, freckles that made his face look sunkissed, (one of the only good things the sun ever done for him) dark brown eyes that complimented his jet black hair and dark pink lips that matched his skin tone. noting these feature, mike could say that he’s decent looking. “certainly, not decent enough for will.” mike grumbled and went out the restroom.

dustin stood outside the door. “you ok, drama queen?” dustin said sincerely. mike rolled his eyes,”yeah, why?” he asked, not really wanting an answer. “i mean you just ran out after i mentioned el.” dustin said, mike sent him a glare. “you are so stupid sometimes, you know that?” he said, walking away. “well, i would know something if you actually told me anything!” dustin exclaimed. “you know what, it doesn’t even matter, ok? i’m fine, i’m fine!” mike exclaimed back, facing dustin when he said it. “dude, i know you’re not ok, just tell me.” dustin begged. mike kept a straight face, “it really doesn’t matter besides i’m going to be late for next period.” mike said before walking away again. ‘something’s up and i’m going to find out what.’ dustin thought as he walked to his next period.

after school, dustin went over to talk with will and lucas. “hey, you guys, have you noticed how weird mike’s acting?” dustin asked, the two looked at him. “i have noticed some things.” will noted, grimacing. lucas just shrugged, “why? did you talk to him?” he asked, dustin nodded. “i talked to him on my way to my last period, he seemed… not ok.” dustin declared. will sighed, “i’ll talk to him on my way home.” he said, dustin grinned. “so it’s settled, operation help mike is a go!” the three of them laughed, mike watched from the sideline.

mike huffed in frustration and made his way to nancy’s car. as he got in, nancy instantly recognized his mood. “what’s wrong with you today?” she asked, a hint of concern flowed in her voice. mike crossed his arms and looked out the window. “nothing, nancy, just drive.” he grumbled, nancy sighed. “so this is what i get acting like a sister, huh?” nancy remarked, mike snapped, “nobody asked you to act like one.” nancy said nothing and started driving.

the past few weeks, mike went into a spiral. sormtimes, it got so bad, he couldn’t even look in the mirror, the pain was too unbearable. will visited sometimes too but mike couldn’t seem to face him. a week after not being in school, mike finally got the courage to go. well not exactly, nancy kept bugging him so eventually he went. mike knew that he was going to be bombarded with questions about why he was gone but he didn’t really feel like answering them. surprisingly, no one said a word about it well except dustin, who was running mike’s ear off.

“you missed so much stuff! like lucas’ basketball game, still don’t get the hang of basketball but he was pretty much the coolest one there!” dustin rambled on, mike chuckled. lucas puffed out his chest, “i sure was.” he declared, for some reason that made mike’s knee go weak. just like the first time he had heard will’s voice change. lucas’ voice had always been velvety, rich and sweet but something about it now seemed to make mike wanna spend every living day with him and will, being so physically close to each other that they wouldn’t want to let go.(no freaky stuff,y’all) will noticed that mike looked out of it, he began waving his hand in front of mike’s face.

“hello, mike? you in here?” will asked with a small smile. seeing will made mike snap out of whatever trance he was in. mike shook his head, “yeah, i’m here.” he slurred out, he suddenly felt sleepy. something about will calmed down his senses, especially his racing head full of thoughts. mike couldn’t help but think about laying his head down on will’s thigh, his hands playing with his hair. he snapped out of it, ‘what is wrong with me?’ mike thought as dustin continued rambling on about what he missed.

“you also have some homework you have to do.” dustin added, mike groaned and let his head fall on the table. “that’s our mikey!” will exclaimed fondly, mike’s face started to heat up. ‘i can’t wait to go home, at least there, i don’t have weird feelings about my friends..’ mike thought as the rest of the gang cracked up. mike was once again proven wrong when he got home. it seemed like his ‘weird’ feelings only increased as he got up to his bedroom. even with his crush on will, he’s never felt this strongly about him(will) and lucas before and it’s seriously messing with him. he couldn’t sleep until 5:00 am, thinking about them. mike felt so pathetic, ‘having crushes on two of your best friends really isn’t idle.” mike thought before nodding off.

running off an hour of sleep also isn’t idle but besides the point, mike was running off of one hour of sleep and very soon he felt like he was about to fall out. in his sleepy haze, mike barely noticed his friends trying to talk to him and fell asleep. “is he ok? he looks like by a truck.” max remarked with a hint of sympathy. will looked anxious, “i don’t know but, it looks like it’s getting worse.” he said softly in a saddened voice. lucas pulled will close to him, “i’m sure he’s gonna be okay, baby, it’s alright.” he said reassuringly, will nodded not really hearing him. he was just worried about his best friend. “maybe me and you can check up on him later?” will proposed, the worries look still shadowing his features. lucas nodded, kissing will’s temple. max cackled, “i see you two are getting all coupley..” she said smugly, will flushed light pink and lucas grinned.

after lunch, will and lucas woke mike up to take him to his next class. “m’ok, i can go on my way-.” mike slurred out before nodding off again. will grabbed his face, “hey, mikey, wake up, you can sleep when we take you home, ok? just this class and you’ll be out. i’ll be right in there with you.” will coaxed softly, mike opened his eyes and looked up at him. “okay.” he whispered softly, will hoisted him up by the waist and mike leaned in, grabbing onto him. after that, the three of them walked to their next classes. once will got mike to his seat, he found his next to him. mike fell asleep through most of the lesson so will just wrote notes for the both of them and was sure to occasionally check if he was comfortable, he slept like a rock throughout.

at the end of the day, will dragged mike to his car where lucas was meeting them up at. “hey, baby, did he sleep the whole time?” lucas asked, opening the backseat door for will and mike, who cling to will like a koala bear. lucas found it cute how mike acted when he was sleepy, like a little baby. he chuckled before getting in the driver’s seat. in the back, will was comforting mike, who began to whine when he tried to move him off. “hey, mikey it’s ok, i wasn’t trying to get you off me.” will said sweetly, running a hand through mike’s hair. he hummed before nodding off, soft snores could be heard throughout the car. lucas smiled softly, he’d also had a crush on both will and mike but never knew when to act upon it until now that was, well with will being his boyfriend, who he loved very dearly.

the car ride to mike’s was mostly silent except for the occasional snoring of mike himself and will softly humming to him. lucas would say that will was soft with his friends and family but with mike, it was like he’d perfected his softness towards him since forever, of course he knew that he was because mike’s home life wasn’t the best but he was happy all the same. once they got to mike’s, will gently shook mike awake, he groaned but opened his eyes. “hey, are you okay?” will asked softly, mike nodded. “do you want me to carry you?” will asked, mike nodded again. lucas felt that he should be jealous that his best friend is practically all over his boyfriend but he just couldn’t. he knew he was natural for the boys to enact physical intimacy between each other and hell, it was pretty cute.

will carried mike bridal style to the door, “are your parents home?” he asked, mike shook his head. “just uh me and nance’s there sometimes.” mike replied softly, will nodded. “do you have a key?” will asked, mike nodded. he unlocked the door and pushed it open. mike was right, nobody was here, it looked depressing and will despised that. “let’s getcha ya up to your room, ok? we can cuddle.” will whispered to mike, who beamed at his words. lucas huffed with fake annoyance. “what, so i can’t join the cuddle party?” he questioned, will started laughing. “of course you can, babe. i’ll just set it up, ok? call me if you need anything!” will exclaimed as he walked up the stairs with mike in tow.

once the two made it to mike’s room, will placed him down on his bed and went to find him and himself some pajamas. after that and they changed, they began cuddling. mike’s back was turned facing will’s chest, it felt nice with will playing with mike’s hair. a few minutes later, lucas came upstairs and jumped in mike’s bed with them. he wrapped his arms around will’s waist, placing his cheek in the crook of will’s neck, placing a light kiss on one of his neck moles. the three laid there until they eventually fell asleep.

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Lifeless planet premier edition rating

#Lifeless planet premier edition rating Pc

#Lifeless planet premier edition rating series

Not interested in tossing my money at someone who wants to prove their game design is right. He suspects his mission is a hoax until a mysterious young woman saves him from a strange and deadly. Summary: While seeking life on a distant planet, an astronaut discovers an abandoned Russian town. Dont use this space to complain about the average rating, chart position, genre voting, others reviews or ratings, or errors on the page. Mixed or average reviews based on 170 Ratings. Ranked 181 game of 2014 among Glitchwave users. Additionally not going to support this game designer for any other work. Mixed or average reviews based on 22 Critic Reviews What's this User Score. Actually going to delete it and never see the end even though I am curious. I like others who have run through this (even after looking at walkthroughs) just don't want to keep trying the same stupid can you hit a button then jump on a moving platform fast enough. Genre: Action & Adventure Publisher: Microsoft Game.

#Lifeless planet premier edition rating series

The designer obviously thought it funny to have a run jump timed (crane mission) that is just infuriating. Platform: Microsoft Xbox, Microsoft Xbox One, Microsoft Xbox Series XS Release Year: 2015 Rating: PG. Well, I would have to say that I finally about halfway actually gave up on this one. A mission to a distant planet turns mysterious very fast when you discover an already abandoned existing Russian town. PREMIER EDITION While seeking life on a distant planet, an astronaut discovers an abandoned Russian town. So here is this cool, rather pretty games of mostly just hopping over things and following a story. The game puts players in the moon-boots of a volunteer astronaut on a one-way mission to a life-bearing. Follow a mysterious young woman as she guides you past dangerous terrain and deadly life-forms.

#Lifeless planet premier edition rating Pc

I am familiar with run jump-type games and although not my favorite I respect them for what they are. Summary: Lifeless Planet is a new 3D PC action adventure, independently developed by David Board and Alaska-based Stage 2 Studios and to be published world-wide by Lace Mamba Global in Q4 2012. Equipped with a limited-use jet-pack and a mobile robotic arm, the player must use wits and skill to solve puzzles, unravel the mystery, and survive the Lifeless Planet Explore 20 unique and atmospheric environments on a vast and treacherous planet. I am familiar with run jump-type games and although not my favorite I respect them for Been playing PC games for a whole lot of (40+) years. The game is relatively easy to control, with the challenge coming from solving puzzles which increase in difficulty based on the players. Been playing PC games for a whole lot of (40+) years.

[ectokelpeigh]

"Is the Red Huntress your sidekick?"

Had Danny been beholden to gravity in that particular moment, he would have fallen. As it stood (see: floated), he did the flying equivalent of stumbling where he got all wobbly and his ghost reflexes kicked in to temporarily bifurcate his midsection around a flagpole. He shivered. He hated that feeling.

It wasn't the idea of him and Val working together that gave him pause (and eventual laughter. So much laughter. It sent the passerby who'd called out the question from the street below shuffling away, face full of chagrin and mild concern). No, it was reasonable to say Red and Phantom worked together more often than not. They gave up on the cat-and-mouse thing entirely.

What sent Danny into hysterics was the idea that Valerie goddamn Gray was anyone's sidekick, much less his.

Is the Red Huntress your sidekick?

"Buddy," Danny said to the vacated spot on the sidewalk, "if anything, I'm her sidekick."

-

"You are not my sidekick."

Danny grinned, turning his head the full hundred and eighty degrees to face Valerie a full second before his body caught up.

Then he put a hand to his chest.

"You're firing me, Red?" he pouted. "Do I at least get severance?"

Valerie's face mask flipped up, so there was no cybernetic filter over her reply: "I'll sever your head from your body if you don't stop telling everyone you're my sidekick."

"Sever my head?" he mocked, and promptly planted a hand on each side of his own face, and lifted. His disembodied piehole deadpanned, "Oh no, what ever shall I do?"

He proceeded to toss his head to Valerie. She caught it without so much as a blanche.

Holding Phantom's head at arm's length and eye level, she simply said, "I never hired you. I work alone."

She dropped the head.

It went into freefall for the second or so it took Phantom to react. At least she didn't drop-kick it this time. He floated his head and body together to reunite, then plopped down to take a seat at Valerie's feet on the jet sled with a little more force than necessary, making it rock. You know, for emphasis.

"You're right," Danny said, "I noticed how much of a lone wolf you are last week when we took down Ghostzilla alone together."

Valerie crouched and sat next to him, the motion so smooth that the jet sled didn't so much as wobble.

"I guess I never thanked you for the save at the end there," she said, arms crossed but smile audible.

"Pssht, you didn't even need saving. You had it handled. I just expedited the handling. You know, like a sidekick." Danny shrugged.

"Even if one of us was the sidekick—which is a stupid—I can't think of a lot of duos where the sidekick is the one with the actual powers."

"Then you don't read enough comics. Or watch enough movies. Come on, Red."

"That's a non-answer. You can't think of any."

"Not off the top of my head. But even if there aren't any, who cares? I mean, what are my 'powers' anyway—that I got myself killed but I'm too obnoxious to go quietly into that good night?"

Valerie rolled her eyes. "It's 'go gently'." A beat. "Where is this coming from?"

Thankful he doesn't sweat as Phantom, Danny stammered: "That poem we, uh, you living kids went over in English today which I happened to pass on patrol, and stopped to listen in on so I could misquote it now so you can correct me and prove you're smarter and obviously the hero material here. Duh." Nailed it.

"Much as it baffles that you spend so much time at school, it's not my business." Valerie waved him off, "I wasn't talking about that. I mean this being-my-sidekick stuff. Where'd you get that idea?"

"You haven't shot at me in a while. Needed to annoy you."

"Uh-huh. You know you're naturally obnoxious. Not buying it."

Danny sighed. He leaned back, resting his weight on his palms behind him. "Someone asked me last week if you were my sidekick."

Valerie made a gagging noise.

"I know, right?" Danny huffed a laugh.

"I don't work for ghosts." Valerie balked, but her chuckling was cut short, qualifying her statement with, "...not anymore."

Fragments of a memory of glowing rings, crimson sclera, and a cruel smile danced behind her eyes.

"Right," Danny frowned.

Snapping back to the present, Valerie pushed: "Why not just flip off whoever asked you and fly away?"

Danny didn't answer for a second. He didn't really have an answer. While he mulled it over, he kicked his feet back and forth like they were dangling in a swimming pool and not hundreds of feet above a sea of asphalt.

Finally: "It's just bullshit, okay? Call it a mix of Imposter Syndrome and getting mad on a friend's behalf. I'm just some punk that hit a button by accident. My origin story is 'I fucked up.' I helped make a mess, and I'm mostly at peace with that, but you're stuck cleaning it up too, kicking just as much ass as I do without powers, and for what? For some idiot to assume it's Team Phantom if we buddy up?"

And if that didn't bring Valerie up short. The pair sat on the jet sled, side by side. With each second the silence persisted, Danny was more sure she'd focus on the hint at where his powers came from.

So it was a mercy when she finally said, "I'm really mad at you." Especially because there's no venom to it— in fact, it was surprisingly soft.

"That's fair." Danny hedged, "but what for in particular?"

"For making it so that the sweetest thing anyone's ever done for me, however misguided, was done by a ghost. How sad is that?" She buried her face in her hands.

That got a wheeze-laugh from Danny. When did the jet sled become an emotional roller coaster car? "Does this mean I'm not fired?"

"No, but only because you were never hired. I don't need a PR agent, either." Valerie stood up, and looked down at Danny with the moon making a halo from behind her. "Look. It sounds like we were both dealt shitty hands at first. I made my choices, I'm happy with my life, and I couldn't give less of a shit what people think." Valerie put her hands on her hips. "In fact, I kind of prefer they don't think of me at all. So I appreciate the thought, but cut it out."

Danny couldn't help himself: "See, it's that kind of brooding selflessness that solidifies the 'superhero' thing. And that calls for a sidekick."

"Say 'sidekick' one more time and you'll be my villain origin story."

With that, Valerie jumped up, shoved him off the jet sled, and activated the rockets.

She probably wouldn't hear it, but he called out to her retreating figure anyway: "Been there, done that, trained the dog!"

[ilovereiding]

Tangled Up in Your Words

summary: reader and Spencer never got along well, but when they get in a heated argument and Spencer says something hurtful about readers weight, he realizes that he crossed a line. Can he fix it and get her back once he realizes he’s in love?

warnings: insecurity (reader), yelling, fighting, Spencer being a dick in the beginning, kissing (i think that’s all, pls lmk if I missed anything!)

pairing: Spencer Reid x PlusSized!Fem!Reader

category: angst, eventual comfort, enemies to lovers

a/n: hii!! this is my first fic ever, if anyone at all reads this then please enjoy, any constructive criticism is helpful.<3

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The team had just gotten back from a case in Florida, and it had been a hard one for every member of the team, like most cases involving children are. Y/n and Spencer going at it again was certainly not helping.

They had never gotten along well. Y/n joined the team a little over 2 years ago now, and maybe it was just that they had gotten off at the wrong foot, nobody really knew. They just disliked each other from the start. Argument after argument. Often over stupid little things.

What y/n didn’t know, is that the reason Spencer ‘hated’ her, was because the day they met, she had seemed so kind. She greeted him with a warm smile and beautiful y/e/c eyes. Her hair framed her face practically perfectly. He pushed her away and was unknowingly rude to her, because he knew he had a soft spot for kind, beautiful women. He knew he couldn’t fall in love again. So he stupidly settled on the solution of being rude to her. So, that’s how they ended up in situation they are in currently.

Storming into the bullpen, y/n yelling at Spencer for probably the 1,000th time.

“It’s so obvious that you did it on purpose, Reid!”

“I did not! I swear! It’s not fair that you won’t believe me!”

Spencer had spilled scalding hot coffee on her brand new (and quite expensive, might she add) lilac cardigan while on the jet ride home.

“Once again, you obviously did it on purpose, because you hate me and that definitely seems like something you would do to get on my every last nerve, like you do everyday for some reason that is STILL a mystery to me!”

The team had all been watching them at this point, watching them in the middle of the bullpen, yelling at each other. They decided to let them fight it out and eventually get over it like all the other times.

“Y/n, I swear, I didn’t do it on purpose! As much as I do hate you, I wouldn’t do something thing like that!”

“Whatever you say, jerk. Just leave me alone.”, starting to walk away. She was over it a long time ago, deciding to try and be the bigger person and put it to an end before she gave into the urge to punch him square in the face.

“Yeah, walk away. Maybe this is the reason you can’t get a date, because you’re stubborn and ugly, on the inside and on the outside.” He was just letting insults pour from his mouth at this point, no matter how mean, no matter how cruel, because he was enraged that she wouldn’t let him explain. All the build up was coming out now, his wall breaking down.

She froze in her tracks. Sure, she and Reid had had arguments in the past, but he had never in his life said something insulting about her body. The body which she was very insecure about. The body she felt was too out-there. Too flabby. Too much. She had been insecure all her life, starting to get bullied in middle school, only for it to get worse through high school. She was glad those days were over. Now, all those horrible feelings started coming back. The flood gates had opened. Old wounds, cracks to her heart and confidence, re-opened.

“Yeah, maybe that’s the reason you can’t get a date. Because you look like- like that” He didn’t know why he said it, it just came out of his mouth, all of his rage and self control leaving his body.

The team was watching in shock, eyes wide. This was certainly not the Spencer they had grown so fond of over the years. This was someone different. He never made such crude comments about anyones body or appearance. He didn’t believe in those insults. Until now, I guess.

She slowly turned around, tears pricked in the corners in her eyes. She saw Spencer’s face soften at the broken sight of her.

The tears soon started falling freely from her eyes and onto her face. “I- um-“ She felt like her throat started to close in. “uh- e-excuse me” She let out a heavy sob as she ran to the bathroom. “W-wait, y/n- Y/N!” Spencer called, but she was already out of sight.

Spencer stood there in awe. He felt like he couldn’t move, like he was stuck in place. Like his feet had grown roots to the ground.

Just then, Penelope came out of her batcave. She was about to welcome the team back, when she saw the looks on their faces. “Hey g- what…happened? Are you guys ok? Reid? Where’s y/n?”

Everyone stayed silent for a minute. Then Emily spoke up, “Bathroom…” was all she was able to choke out, still in shock from Spencer’s hurtful words.

Penelope ran down past them, she knew something bad had happened, y/n was a strong woman…at least from the outside.

As Penelope approached the bathroom, she could hear a heavy sob come from the other side of the stall. “Y/n, honey? Can- can I come in?”

No response.

“Knock once if yes and- and twice for no.”

…*knock*

“Okay honey, I’m coming in, ok?” Garcia slowly opened the door, only to find a very disheveled y/n on the other side, sitting on the bathroom floor, crying her eyes out, head in her hands.

“Oh, y/n.” Penelope hugged her. They sat on the dirty floor for about 10 minutes before she asked, “Do you want to talk about it?”

Y/n slowly nodded her head. She proceeded to tell Penelope everything that happened, on the jet, everything Spencer had said to her.

Meanwhile, out in the bullpen, JJ was the first to talk. “Spence…how could you say something like that?”

“I-I…I don’t know…I don’t…I-I need to go.” He proceeded to scramble around to get his things, stuff them quickly inside his satchel, and run off to the elevators.

Y/n didn’t want to see anyone other than Penelope the rest of the day. She was too heartbroken. It was because, the truth was, she was in love with Spencer Reid. She had just admitted it to herself, knowing it wouldn’t go anywhere, because he obviously hated her. Obviously.

Right?

Right.

They both took the rest of the day off, which Hotch obviously allowed. They both headed back to Penelope’s apartment, which y/n intended to stay the night.

When Spencer arrived at his apartment, he didn’t bother to do anything except flop down on his bed, staring into space. He thought about his words, and how much he must have hurt her. How could he do that? How could he call that love? Seeing the tears in her eyes, it broke him. Truly. He thought about calling her, texting, anything, but he knew he would be the very last person she would want to show up on her phone screen.

He was right. He was the very last person she wanted to see. She was truly heartbroken. Her insecurities worsened that day, no matter how many mins words Penelope threw at her. The next morning, she drove back to her apartment.

As Spencer walked into work the next morning, two coffees in hand, planning to do his very best to apologize, but then the realization hit him.

Y/n wasn’t in today.

She was no where to be seen.

All day, he was distracted. Thankfully, it was only a paperwork day, but he was way too distracted nonetheless. Too full of guilt to concentrate. His co-workers avoiding him and giving him knowing glares was not helping either.

When the day finally came to an end, he was the first out of the glass doors, heading straight to y/n’s apartment. When he arrived, he ran up the stairs, panting, to her apartment door. He stood there for a good 15 seconds, contemplating, before he decided to go for it and knock.

“Penelope I already told you that I’m fine.”, he heard from inside. Just hearing her voice made him feel a little bit better, but now it was time for the hard part.

“Uh, i-it’s not Penelope…”, he said slowly from outside the door. He didn’t hear anything for a second, then, he heard some shuffling, and then the door knob opening from the other side. He saw her figure come into view, he saw how disheveled and broken she looked. Cheeks red and puffy with tears, hair dirty, she looked like she hadn’t showered. Another giant wave of guilt overtook him. This was all because of him. Her pain, caused by him.

Without undoing the chain on the door, she spoke softly, voice sounding like she was on the verge of tears. “Please go. I don’t want to talk to you.” Her voice breaking, he could see the tears building up and threatening to spill over the edge at the memory of yesterday.

“Please…give me a chance. To explain.”

“Why should I. What is there to explain, Reid? You think i’m disgusting and you always have, you just finally said it to my face like no one else it brave enough to do.”

His heart breaking more at her words, he finally spit it out.

“Because I’m in love with you, goddamnit!”

He saw the one visible eye he could see grow wide at his confession. She then closed the door, and right as he was about to give up, he heard the chain being undone from the other side of the door, the only thing separating him and the goddess of a woman he believed to be his soulmate.

The door then opened, making her whole body visible. With her mouth slightly agape, she moved over slightly so he could slide through the crack of the door.

“Is this some sick joke?,” she asked him, genuinely wondering. She didn’t exactly know how to react to this.

“Never. Never ever, y/n. I’ve realized I love you, I finally admitted it to myself. There is so much to love about you, one of them being your body. I love you so much, along with your body. You are so beautiful. Ethereal. I swear on my life I didn’t mean what I said. You are stunning, y/n. I’m so sorry no one ever gave you the love you deserve before. You are like a shot of espresso, bathed in sunlight. Like a goddess sent down from the heavens. Please. Please y/n, if you give me the chance, I will spend every waking moment of the rest of my life making it up to y-“ he was cut off. Cut off in the best way possible. One minute he’s ranting about how beautiful she is, and the next, she’s grabbing wither side of his face with her hands and pulling him in for an earth-shattering kiss. His lips on hers, only things he would dare dream about, things he never for a second expected to happen. But here he is, standing in the middle of her apartment, with their lips moving in sync like they were built for each other. Like they were grown from the same dirt. Meant for each other.

Soulmates.

She pulled away first, but only because she was out of breath. Still holding each other like if they let go, the other would fly away, he looked into y/n’s eyes. He didn’t see hatred, or loathing - what he saw in her eyes in that moment was pure love. Love for him.

“I love you too, Spencer.”

Those were the only words he had to hear. Even if he died right that second, he would die a happy man. Because she loved him. She loved him back. And she meant it.

“I-I want you to know that this doesn’t mean that I automatically forgive you…because what you said really hurt me. It really did. But, I think I’ll take you up in that making it up to me offer.” Now she was smiling up at him.

“Of course y/n. I didnt mean it, really. I will spend the rest of my life worshiping you and your body. Why? Because it’s what you deserve.”

He leaned down to connect their lips again, and in that moment, the both of them felt purely blissed-out. And they could live with that. Forever. Because they were forever.

Soulmates.

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a/n: AHHH!!! First fic finished! If you read this i hope you enjoyed it😁😁<333

[holdontorogers]

hiiii !! i fucking LOVE your writing, you’re so talented!! i wanted to request a bucky x reader where they have a mission and a stark gala afterwards, maybe the mission was a little grueling and there’s some heavy tension after? you can do smut or whatever you want tbh i bet it’ll be amazing regardless!! thank uuuu<3

࿐ 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠, 𝐛.𝐛.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠; tfatws!Bucky x fem!Reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭; 1,732

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬; 18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI, friends to lovers, mentions of bruises, swearing, pet-names (gorgeous, baby), unprotected sex, semi-public sex (hallway), mocking, praise kink, ruined kink, slight breeding kink.

𝐚/𝐧; GIF CREDITS, tysm for your words bby 🥺💕 i’m so glad you enjoy my writing and I hope you liked this one! sorry it took so long 💕

It went bad, extremely fucking bad. You were all ambushed, Clint was hit in the leg, everyone panicked for a hot minute.

It was a lot, a very explicit mission gone bad stamped on all of you as you returned to the compounded.

Frustrated sighs, bruises and a defeated expression in all of you, nobody needed to ask how things went. It was more than obvious.

But it didn’t matter — Tony Stark still needed his stupid damn gala.

“It’s gonna cheer us up” he tried as all of you groaned, objected and it was useless.

In a matter of hours you had all to get on the quinjet and go to the Tower, Stark would have his event.

You rolled your eyes as you slid the dress down your body. Fixing your hair and applying the last touches of your makeup.

A heavy breath leaving you as you made your way out of your room. You stumped into Bucky on your way out.

“Hey” was all he managed to say under gritted teeth, you smiled, amused by the grumpy man.

“Oh cmon” you poked his chest with your arm. “We’re gonna have so much fun tonight!” you fake cheering only made him groan and roll his eyes.

No one hated these events more than Bucky Barnes. They annoyed him to an extreme, his grumpy self present in his face from beginning to end.

Still, all the single girls seemed to jump at him anyways. He didn’t even have to put on a smile.

You would never, ever confess that out loud but oh fuck, did those girls made you jealous.

You tried to ignore it and stay away from them, but God, you really wish Bucky could notice the effect he had on you.

Because obviously you wouldn’t just end your friendship by admitting you had this stupid crush on him, it would be your secret to take to the grave.

“You look nice tho, gorgeous” Bucky snapped you out of your daydreams so fast you could only stared at him with slight shock on your face.

“I — what?” you were confused, almost sure you heard something wrong.

“What?” he shrugged his shoulders.

“Just because I hate these things doesn’t mean I can’t acknowledge how beautiful you look in this dress” you blinked a few times, as he gave you his hands to pull you into the jet.

You were still a little shocked as you flew to the Tower. Was that Bucky flirting? And that pet-name???

He was a super soldier which probably meant he could clearly see the shrives running down your body whenever he called you peach.

It was fucking hard to resist him when he was on a black suit, smelling like leather, sandalwood and Bucky — because it was just too unique to classify.

You had to control yourself. There was no way you’d survive the whole party with these thoughts in your head.

You had to get away from Bucky as soon as possible.

He threw away all caution he might’ve had. But seeing all flushed and unable to think as he said how beautiful you were made it all worth it.

Being a 106 year old cyborg and former assassin was hard enough. Dealing with the world he was in seemed like a bad joke.

And then there was you. Bucky didn’t even remember what it was like to actually have feelings.

But your shy way, the way you always cared for him, and how you seem to break down all the walls he created made him understand that there was no escape.

Yeah, he took longer than he should’ve and he wanted to make sure he was not wrong and would just fuck things up between you two.

But he notices you, he notices everything about you. He knows all about you, especially how tense you feel around him.

Bucky noticed the signs slowly.

How you pressed your legs together when you were staring too hard at him, how you would bite your lips whenever he enter a room.

The way goosebumps went through your body when he was close, too fucking close.

He also noticed how annoyed you’d be whenever he mentioned a date or another girl. It was cute, really.

But Bucky’s had enough, because it was not obvious to you that he felt the exact same way, with twice the desperation.

He would always make sure your favorite flavor of coffee and your favorite mug were there for you every morning.

He would protect you with his life whenever tou were assigned to missions together. He even tried asking you out — but you only thought he meant it as a friend.

Bucky started to hate that word, fucking friends. That didn’t stop him from pumping his cock and moaning your name every damn night.

He needed to do something, and if Stark thought you all need a party to relax after the long failure of a mission you had, than so be it.

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The party was dreadful, and Bucky kept staring at you. Those blue eyes always capturing yours as you tried to ignore the ache between your legs.

“Having a nice time, beautiful?” you nearly dropped the drink in your hands as Bucky whispered in your ears.

“Buck, hey!” your heart was hammering in your chest, as you stared wide eyed while the super soldier only smirked at you, what was it with him today?

“I feel like today you’re hating this event more than I usually do” he said, as he ran his tongue through his lower lip.

You tried not to drool at the sight. Muttering out something no one could be able to understand.

“Lost your words?” Bucky cocked his head to the side a coy smile on his face, “maybe we can go somewhere more private so we can, uh, talk”.

You were taken by surprise but all of it, but you followed him anyways.

You don’t know how it happened, all you knew is that you were back against the wall at an empty hallway with Bucky’s knee between your leg as you both devoured each other’s mouth.

It was teeth and tongue colliding in a messy and needy kiss.

“It’s been so long since I wanted to do this” Bucky purred.

“Always wondered what your pretty lips would taste like” he went back to kissing you, his finger running your body.

Bucky slid his hand pass your dress his two fingers pushing your panties to the side.

His fingers pushing your panties to the side, the contact with your pussy making you arch your back.

“However, cannot wait to taste you there” he smirked, gripping you tighter with his other hand as he saw how wet you were, his eyes darkening.

Bucky kept the eye contact as he brought his fingers to his mouth to taste you.

You swallowed hard at the sight, biting your lips to hold back a moan.

“Bet I could just take my dick out and you would take it all easily” he hovered your face with his lips, as you whined and opened his pants.

You grabbed his length through his boxers, gasping at how hard and big he was. your eyes widening for a second.

“Don’t worry baby girl” he cooed. “You’ll be able to take it all” he removed his boxers enough for his dick to be free.

“I bet this greedy pussy is dripping for me” he said, running his fingers through your folds again, spreading your arousal.

“Sadly I can’t take my time with you because someone could cut our fun short any minute now” he pouted, stroking his length a few times “but let’s enjoy the time we have”.

He winked, as he raised your dress and pushed his length into you, waiting a minute for you to adjust to his size.

“Bucky” you whined, “please” his stillness was driving you crazy. He chuckled at your desperation.

“such a needy baby” he mocked, “i’m ball deep inside you and still so desperate to be fucked” he started to move inside you, a slow agonizing pace as you tried to hold back the whimpering and moans.

“don’t worry, gonna ruin you all night, you won’t be able to fucking walk tomorrow” he promised, increasing his pace.

It became harder and harder to contain your sounds.

Bucky’s thrusts were hitting your sweet time without an error, you head was threw back you grabbed his shoulders for some balance.

“shh baby” Bucky’s arm gripped your throat, the pressure driving you even closer to the edge.

“Such a good girl, taking me so good” he praised, “such a tight pretty pussy, like it’s made for me” he had to contain his own groans as he hid his face in your neck.

“My pretty girl, all ruined for me” he whispered, “you look so good with your make up ruined, all for taking my cock so well” he mewled, his thrusts deeper and faster, you were close.

“Bucky, I—” you tried, but another big moan threatened to pass your lips as Bucky shushed you with his own mouth.

His thumb found your clit and he became to draw slow circles, the nod in your stomach about to explode.

You bite his shoulder as you came, white hot spots of pleasure blinding you as Bucky drove you through your high.

“Gonna have to fill you up” Bucky’s thrusts were sloppy and he was flushed, pink cheeks and sweat covering his perfect face.

“Gonna have you dripping with our mess for you to know who you belong to now” he said, as he had to contain his own moans as he came inside you.

You were both trying to recover your breathing as you held on each other for some balance.

Foreheads pressed together as you two didn’t dare to move.

“Cant believe we took so long to do this, hope you get used to us now” he smiled, rubbing your cheek.

You smiled back, pecking his lips.

“Not gonna let you go anymore Buck, don’t worry” you winked back, as you both made your ways back to your room.

Neither of you bothered to go back to the party, as you’d prefer to make a party of your own, now that you had the chance to have Bucky to yourself.

[junosartsthetic]

My Beloved

My stupid dumb-dumb brain can’t write good at the moment so I’m posting this which I ended at a weird place and will maybe write a sequel of but I want to give y’all content so here. Also it’s pol because of course it is. Okay thanks bye.

Moving to France on a whim with nothing to your name but the clothes on your back and a one-way plane ticket sounded idiotic to anybody with common sense. Lucky for you, that was something you possessed very rarely.

There was nothing for you in your home country, having no living family or friends. Your job gave you no joy. You had no pets to take care of. You had nothing to lose because you had next to nothing to begin with. You sold your small family home and used that money to buy yourself a ticket. The rest of the money you stored in a savings account, vowing to use it only for emergencies, leaving only a few hundred dollars to make a new life here.

As your plane pulled into the terminal, you focused your eyes on the beautiful night-scape of the French countryside. It was refreshing compared to the hustle and bustle of the city you once called home. There was no light pollution plaguing the sky, only twinkling stars illuminating the scattered homes.

You turned from the window, listening to the captain explain the deboarding procedures. Jet-lagged with your head in the clouds, you didn’t notice the man heading down the aisle just as you stepped out of your seat.

Letting out a gasp, you braced yourself against the stranger’s broad chest. 

“Excusez-moi,” the tall and well-muscled man exclaimed, his hand resting against your back to steady you. “Pardon moi, madame.”

“Désolée,” you squeaked, overwhelmed by the scent of the gentleman’s citrus cologne. You backed up to get a full look at the man you just bumped into, only to blush violently.

You were met with a strong featured face, featuring prominent brow bones, soft freckles, and lovely light blue eyes. His long silver hair fell messily around his pale features, tied behind him in a loose pony-tail. 

A black tank-top showed off his well-built and scarred body, leading downwards to white pants. You noted a small string-pull bag slung over his shoulder, held there by one of his massive hands.

His hand that had held your back moved to smooth down his hair. You noted some fingers were prosthetic. You could help but wonder what happened? 

“Tu vas bien?” he spoke, French obviously natural to him with the way it rolled eloquently off his tongue.

“Oui,” you stuttered. “Uhh, et toi? Pardon, monsieur, Je ne parle. . . pas bien francais.” 

“Is English better? And don’t worry. I’m okay.” He lightly tapped his chest. “I’m pretty solid.”

You nodded. “Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention, I must’ve been spaced out. Umm. . . care to get a late-night coffee as an apology?” You weren’t sure what came over you. You were never the type to ask somebody out on a whim, but something about a new country brought about new impulses as well.

“Merci beaucoup,” he replied. “Lead the way!”

With that, you stumbled off the plane, head still in the clouds from the flight, wheeling your small suitcase behind you. The French gentleman followed smoothly behind you.

Down the terminal you went, heading towards the symbol of a coffee cup gently illuminating the large airport. 

You set your stuff down at a table and chairs, leading the Frenchman to do the same. With that, the two of you made your way to the coffee shop counter.

After getting your coffees, the two of you took a seat, immediately falling into comfortable conversation.

“My name’s (Y/N), by the way,” you said, taking a sip of your coffee. It smelled amazing, and tasted even better. This whole situation felt like a dream.

“Enchantée, (Y/N). Call me Jean Pierre. Jean Pierre Polnareff.”

You smiled softly at him from behind your coffee, causing the muscled man to blush warmly. “What brings a lovely lady like yourself to France?”

You let out a dry laugh. “Honestly, I’m not really sure. All I know is I didn’t want to stay where I was, so here I am, I guess.” You gestured to Jean. “I’m assuming you’re from here?”

“I lived here a while ago, but there’s not really anything for me here now. I just didn’t really know where else to go. . .” His chipper demeanor deflated, leaving him to stare down at his coffee in thought. He took a sip. 

“Seems like we’re both kinda lost in life,” you mumbled, resting your chin on your hand as you drank the hot beverage. You stared out the large glass window behind Polnareff, the night sky brilliantly bright and enticing you forward. 

You reminded yourself why you were here. This was your chance to live life how you wanted it. You could live at your own pace, find your own way, and choose who you wanted to be. A part of you already missed your home, but a bigger part craved to explore your new environment.

You looked back at your new friend, noticing the sadness crossing his handsome features. 

“Are you okay?” you prompted, reaching out to place a hand on his own resting on the table. He jumped in shock, a blush appearing on his features. 

“Apologies,” he replied, his happy-go-lucky energy returning. He shot you a wink. “I’m just fine, don’t worry about it! I shouldn’t be moping, especially in the presence of such a pretty woman.”

You laughed, rolling your eyes. What a flatterer. Though you could tell something tragic had happened to him.  “Don’t worry about it. It seems like you’ve been through a lot. At least you have a chance to take a break, right?”

You pulled your hand back to hold your coffee with both hands. It was rather cold in the airport, actually.

“I had plans to come back to France with some friends, but. . . they passed before I could show them my homeland,” he said. “But you’re right, now that I’m here, and all that has passed now, I can live my life how I want.”

“I’m sorry for your loss,” you replied, a sympathetic look on your face. He smiled at you, as if to say thanks. You glanced down at your watch. It was getting later by the second. You really should find a hotel, but you wanted to continue your conversation with the Frenchman.

“You said you’re from around here. Right? Is there a hotel nearby?”

“Oui. Only a few blocks from here. I was going to stay there for a while until I found a place to stay. Would you like me to walk you there?” he offered.

You really shouldn’t walk alone in the dark with a stranger, but you didn’t have another choice. Plus, your gut feeling told you that you could trust this man. There was something about him that seemed to draw you in and comfort you. He felt like. . . home. . . but not like your previous home. He felt like a new home. A new beginning. A chance to reach out and grab what you wanted in life. And you couldn’t help but say yes.

“I’d appreciate that,” you said, grabbing your luggage and standing from your seat. “Thank you for your kindness. I’m glad I bumped into you.”

“My pleasure,” he replied. “Here, I can help with your luggage. I insist. It’s not that long of a walk, but a gentleman should always help carry a lady’s bags.”

You accepted his offer, handing a particularly heavy backpack to him. He slung it around his shoulder like it was nothing, the other strap dangling as he began to walk towards the door. A funny flustered feeling overtook you. You shook it off.

The walk to the hotel was nice. The cool night air prompted the two of you to stick close to each other, your arms barely bumping each other as the two of you chatted. He told you about his childhood in the countryside, describing the beauty of it. You listened eagerly, absorbing every word. His way of story-telling charmed you. Before you realized, you had arrived at the hotel. 

The quaint baroque-style building stood between two newer townhouses, standing out with its faded yellow walls and traditional style. A cracked sign above the single door simply read ‘hotel’. 

Though it could be seen as creepy, you quite enjoyed the run-down atmosphere. It looked lived-in and comfortable.

Polnareff opened the door for you, and a bell hung on the inside knob rung, signaling the entrance of you two.

The inside bore lighter wood floors and lavender wallpaper—an odd choice, but somehow flowing with the overall environment. Small stairs let to the second floor.

Two small armchairs resting against the back wall, facing the check in counter. Traditional hotel keys hung behind the counter.

A back-door stood behind the counter, and an older woman appeared in the doorway, hobbling to the desk to greet the two of you.

“Bonsoir, madame et monsieur,” she spoke, her voice filled with excitement despite her older age.

You looked at your companion. “Do you think you could ask for a room for me as well? My French isn’t great and I don’t want to mess up. Just let me know how much it is and I’ll pay you back.” 

He nodded. “No problem!”

You stepped away from the counter to sit in one of the arm chairs, letting out an exhausted sigh. You couldn’t wait to fall asleep in a warm bed for the night, already dozing off in the soft chair.

“I got us a room,” Jean said, waking you from your little nap. “But there was only one room left. . . is it okay if we share?”

You grunted tiredly. “That’s fine. All I wanna do is curl up in bed. I’m so tired.” You let out a yawn, standing hesitantly. “Would you mind. . .?” you trailed off, holding out your other bag for him to carry. You didn’t want to seem like an asshole, but you really didn’t think you’d be able to make it up the stairs as is, much less with a bag full of stuff. He didn’t seem bothered at all, already carrying his stuff and one of your bags, so you assumed he’d be fine with carrying something else, at least temporarily. 

You let out a gasp of surprise when he picked you up, managing to carry you bridal style while balancing all the bags all the while. 

“It’s no issue,” he quipped, heading up the stairs. He didn’t even break a sweat, walking to the room and opening it, revealing the small space.

“Here we are!” 

He set you gently on the bed. . . the only bed in the room. You thanked Jean, sitting up to swing your feet off. A blush heated your cheeks. “I appreciate you getting a room for us. . . but. . . there’s only one bed in this hotel room. . .” You didn’t mind sharing a bed but. . . it was still a little awkward.

He set his and your stuff down, letting out an awkward laugh. “Apologies, I’m more than okay with lying on the floor for the night or until another room opens up.”

“Don’t be silly,” you said, slipping your shoes off to get comfortable. They ached. In fact, your whole body ached. “If you’re comfortable with it, we can just share. It’s a king-sized bed so we shouldn’t even notice the other is there.”

“Are you sure?” he asked, already plopped down on the floor with his shoes off. He let out a yawn.

You nodded. “Just don’t like. . . secretly be a serial killer or something, okay?”

Jean laughed, digging through his small bag to pull out a tooth brush. “I swear I’m not, but I guess that’s something a serial killer would say, huh?”