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tuliptired · 1 month

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Ello! Hope Im not a bother, but i was hoping to make a one-shot request? I looked around and it looks like you are still taking requests as of the moment, very sorry if I missed something.

Anyways, if its not too much trouble, could you write Egon Spengler x Baker Y/N? I think that would be a fun dynamic!

If thats not to your liking, what about Egon x Shy Y/N?

Love your works, I check the ghostbusters tag daily to see if youve written anything new. Thank you so much, love ya have a great day and night!!!

How Sweet It Is (To be Loved by You)

Pairing: Egon Spengler/Baker!GN!Reader

It's never too much trouble...no idea if I've used this gif before

did yall hear about the SNL biopic btw oh my gahh...

Better formatting on Ao3! (italics)

Your relationship started with a cupcake. As the story goes, told lovingly by your now mutual friends, there was a bust at a retirement home, and one of the caregivers insisted on sending the boys home with a treat in addition to the hefty bill. Demanded, actually, practically shoving a metal tin full of pastry into Egon’s hands as he attempted to discreetly sneak away.

“Jackpot,” Peter leaned over, happily surprised as nimble fingers opened the lid. The smell of sugary sweets wafted through the car, prompting Winston to extend his hand to the backseat, palm soon full of muffin. Egon was patient, letting everyone take something for themselves, before finally deciding on a blue-iced chocolate cupcake, sweet tooth waiting to be satisfied.

“Where’d this come from?” Ray, Peter, and Winston stood in the kitchen, confused at the spread of different colored boxes and containers. Upon further inspection, they were full of even more cupcakes, each the same blue iced chocolate flavor. Egon sat with his hands folded on the countertop, unfazed at their reactions to his display like any true man of science would be.

He made a tick mark on a long list of names, clipboard somewhere in the organized, delicious chaos. “If you must know, I’m testing every bakery in the area to find the one I ate that evening. I’ve yet to find it.”

Ray shrugged, taking note of just how many locations he had procured food from. “Not the weirdest thing you’ve done for a result,” he admitted.

“Good food’ll do that to you,” Winston laughed, Peter reaching over to gauge how mad Egon would get if he tried to take a sample from one of his possible matches.

Egon didn’t look up, flipping to the next page. “Go ahead, those are the rejects. They'd end up in the trash, anyway.”

Peter peeled away the paper, going through the motions of ripping the bottom of the cake and placing it over the top of the frosting. “Rejects.” he parroted plainly. “What’re you gonna do when you find the right store? Stand in the window?”

He glared up at him above his glasses. “No, I’ll buy a half dozen and go on with my day,” he unfolded a wax lined box, “so if you could leave me to my research?” Research being, going down a line of cupcakes. They each exchanged glances, before filing out. Egon could be just as tenacious as everyone else, when he felt like it.

Except, that tenacity wavered in the face of unfamiliarity. The only reason Egon was willing to go in your bakery to begin with is because the others had forced him. “Don’t be a baby,” as Venkman had put it. He finally found the match, in fact he had found it a few days ago. But he took a glance at the bustling establishment on the day in which he set out on his own, and got cold feet. Especially when he accidentally locked eyes with the smiling artisan while he just stood in the window.

His friends had managed to shove him towards the counter without a second thought. The same person he’d seen through the tall window was behind the counter now, greeting them all kindly. The bandana you had used to keep your hair in check must’ve been failing to do its job, evident by the flour near your temple, caught in a few strands. Egon’s fingers twitched.

Peter flicked him on the lower back when he failed to respond like a typical customer, making Egon come-to and clear his throat. “May I get a half dozen chocolate?” he asked robotically.

“You may,” you grinned at his grammar, “but, chocolate what?”

Egon’s ability to speak stopped short at his misstep, unable to let out anything but unintelligible stammers, and Egon never stammers. “Cupcakes, please,” Ray spoke up for him, catching wind.

You nodded, moving to the display rack to place his order in a smaller, blue box. Peter wasn’t content with how smoothly this interaction was going as he watched on with a bored expression. “Funny story, actually,” he caught your attention through the framework.

You laughed at how it made him look like he was in a horizontal jail cell. “Yeah?”

Peter raised Egon’s stiff arm for him at the elbow. “We walk in one night and catch Egon with at least 20 different cupcakes, trying to find yours ‘cause he missed it so much.” he regaled.

He may have caught you blushing. Were you blushing? He shouldn’t stare at business owners when they were just trying to work. “Well,” you started folding the corners of the parcel, “assuming you liked them- and you guys are pretty important to the city…” You held them out to him with two hands. “Just take them. No charge.”

Egon felt like there was smoke rising from the top of his head, or the espresso machine, as he shuffled out, and you leaned over the counter to call after him: “Come back anytime, for whatever! On the house!”

The rest happened slowly, but surely, and you enjoyed it thoroughly. On an earlier morning, you and your pubescent employee were handling the typical rush you got around breakfast. Between prepping, a small burn from the oven, packing orders, ringing people up, and a quick trip to the corner-grocery for more milk, you finally had a spare minute to breathe, both hands pressing into the counter.

A blur of beige and a trail of smog put an end to your mini-relaxation, and you hurried over to the door. “Stantz! Spengler!” you beckoned before they could turn the corner.

Like children, they found their way to your storefront, though Egon looked rather apprehensive with a used trap dangling from his gloved fist. “Good morning, guys,” you urged them inside, “did you eat yet?”

“We really should get going.” Egon said after Ray greeted you. Most of the sickly smell from the trap was left outside, and it was too covered up by the scent of sugar and warmth that everyone but you swore clung to the bakery for you to worry about it driving away customers.

You ignored his protests, crossing behind the counter. “Eat in the morning or you’ll crash in the afternoon,” you started pouring two cups of hot coffee.

“There’s no need-” you interrupted with a hand. “We’re fine,” he continued anyway.

Ray’s stomach betrayed his friend’s wishes. “Something small wouldn’t be so bad.”

“Listen to your friend, Egon.” you warned, adding a bit of whipped cream to both cups to literally sweeten the deal. “You need to eat.”

He frowned, but you didn’t care much. “We have a Class lll in our hands, now is hardly the time for-” you cut him off again, stuffing his mouth with a blueberry danish. As he annoyedly chewed, you procured a paper bag from the back, wrapping his hand around the handle.

“Too bad I already packed for everyone,” you patted his knuckles when he acquiesced, catching sight of what was inside with a small smile. “You’re crabby when you’re hungry.”

Egon opened his mouth to respond, but the contraption in his left hand started beeping. Are they supposed to beep? You’d never seen them do so before. It seemed as if the two experts themselves hadn’t either.

You stood on your toes to give him a parting kiss, Ray grabbing both paper cups in the meantime before you could start shooing them out. “Go, go- don’t let that thing loose in here. And swing by later, okay?”

He followed your lips when you pulled away, but the ominous beeping drove him to the door and down the street. You sighed to yourself, already missing him. None of the regulars in your store seemed to pay any mind to the local celebrities- or the weapons they had strapped to themselves, as Egon floated in and out during different parts of his day at least once a week.

Egon knocked on the glass door, soft light and music slipping through as he got your attention. When you let him in, the distinct whiff of cookies enveloped him like the warm temperature of your little shop. It was his favorite part of visiting you, apart from actually getting to see you. “How was today?” he spoke over the soft jazz that you apologetically turned down.

“Better,” you were about to run a Crisco covered hand through the front of your hair before you stopped yourself, “better.” Egon only then noticed how many cookies you had managed to make for having only closed an hour ago. “I have more in the oven,” you said from the back wall with the smaller front oven while you hurriedly took out a hot tray with a mitt and put a cool one in.

It wasn’t just cookies, but brownies, sweetbreads, and cinnamon rolls. “Are you…restocking?”

You laughed, a quarter manically and another quarter incredulously, and started to peel cooked pastry off of baking sheets. “If anything, we have too much stock.” you paused your fervor, frowning at your display case’s abundance. “I’ll send you home with some- give them to your clients or eat them or something.”

You were barely done shutting the sliding glass when you popped up, clapping your hands once and frankly startling him. “Pies! I know what I need to make now! I’ll make some pies and maybe a cake and we can head home.” Before you could disappear into the kitchen, he stepped in your way, two soothing hands on your shoulders.

“You’re stress baking.”

Egon couldn’t hide his amusement at your familiar despondent expression, as if you were coming down from a high. “Was it that obvious?”

“Somewhat,” he stroked up and down your arm, steering you to the stool you kept tucked away behind the register and pulling up a chair for himself on the other side. “What’s wrong?”

He enjoyed the chairs you had because of their structural variety, and the fact they didn’t make him feel like a giant.

You slumped your head into your since-dried hands, groaning out of frustration. “It’s just the season, I guess. A ton of people come by, bringing their dumb boyfriends-” you paused, realizing what you said, “no offense.”

“None taken.”

“-And they come looking at our stuff to see if we’re good enough for, like, baby showers and weddings and all that.”

A car passed by on the street, definitely above the city’s speed limit for a business area. “I assume that’s a good thing?”

“It’s great,” you sat up, “we want people to pick us. But it means everything has to look great, and we have to get ready for half a million custom orders.”

That would be a partial reason for the sudden uptick in inventory, combined with the pressure to make a good first impression. But you were working so aimlessly hard that you looked crazed, all by yourself. “Your employees aren’t willing to help?” Egon questioned.

You stood, addressing the heaps of different cookies, the only creation of yours without a home. “They are. But they’re kids- I can’t work them that hard. It’s probably illegal, too. They won’t be around for the next couple of days anyway.”

He could sympathize with your plight- backed into a seasonal corner that business owners just had to get used to. “I’m sorry,” Egon offered, “I’m not as skilled in your trade, but is there anything I can do to make it easier?”

You smiled your first genuine smile since he arrived. “There is, actually,” your tone was excited as you moved to the freezer, “just let me finish these and I’ll fill you in.”

Egon would’ve stopped you from continuing to try to work, but he relaxed when you brought out pre-prepared bags of icing and miscellaneous confectionaries, knowing that decoration was the more relaxing aspect of the art.

He both sat in comfortable quiet as you put all your focus into icing, piping, and arranging. It was pleasant, knowing that you had something so ardent that you cared so deeply about, even if it was dismissed as a mere hobby while you were close to collapsing to exhaustion in the bakery you financed on your own. It was a mix of career and craft- one of the many reasons he had grown to give you his utmost respect.

You were eventually done, making the task of embellishing countless treats look effortless. You handed him a cookie, which he gladly took. “I need you to be honest,” you counted on his affinity for sweets. He took a bite, surveying the dessert after the initial pleasure your baking always brought him.

“Raspberry compote,” Egon took a second, “and coffee icing.”

“Good job!” you scribbled something down on a spare slip of paper after springing the register drawer open. “Rating?”

“10/10”

“Honest.”

“That is my honesty. But if you wanted the unweighted scale, 7/10. The two flavors balance each other very well.”

You passed him another, which he promptly ate without being asked to. “On the crumbly side. Is that intentional?”

A nod. “A little less butter than usual. Old ladies tend to like those.”

He put a hand on his chin contemplatively. “6/10- marmalade. A softer version would get a higher placement, it would be a shame to lose interest from those who don’t fit the demographic.”

You copied down what he said, seemingly happy with any sort of feedback. “And here I thought I’d have to help you cross the street.”

The night went on like that for a while, and Egon grinned to himself at the parallels he had only just noticed- another mix of career and craft, now inquiry and indulgence. You looked like a proper scientist- or, a food scientist, scrawling down notes and numbers that he’s sure only you would be able to decode. He felt the corners of his face dimple in a familiar smile while he watched you- something he’d found himself doing much, much more.

“What?” you raised an eyebrow, suspicious of his joy.

“Nothing,” Egon excused himself, “you just look incredibly nice.”

You squeezed the hand that he rested on the counter, silently appreciative. “Thanks- for that, and for helping me out. Let me get you home before you barf.”

He’d learned to live with the indecencies, helping you tidy up the best he could without breaching the system of organization you had. When you returned from the back with your personal things, he let you loop your arm around his for the semi-short journey home.

Egon only let you go so you could lock the door, and he stared at your back for the entire time that you did. “If I were having a baby shower, I’d come here.”

There were practically stars in your eyes. “Really?”

“Really.” You planted a gratuitous kiss to the side of his face, before setting off towards his apartment.

Over the course of a few days, your boyfriend showed up earlier in order to take you into work, and keep you company as you tried to quell the impending anxiety. When regulars faded out and new faces came in- possible clients, you assured him with a non convincing tone that he had a job, too. If your ego was bigger, you’d be bragging about the compliments and inquiries your store got, not to mention the referrals to friends regarding special upcoming events. But, entrepreneurship had taught you to be humble, so you were resigned to spilling it all over a phone call to the firehouse.

One morning, you forced Egon out before anyone could arrive, asserting that he had a day off and he should find a way to relax. He asserted that this was how he relaxed, but you had a key to the front door and he didn’t, so that solved that.

Not long after he was gone, you were hastily punching his number in, bouncing on your heels and out of breath.

“Hello?"

“Rich girl- eloping- needs a wedding cake- lots of money,” you forced out like you were out of air, already seeing dollar signs in tandem with the minutes you were losing. “But I have a crazy favor to ask.”

Very soon, “OPEN” was flipped to “CLOSED (sorry)” and you put on your serious business apron. Egon stood behind you, unsure of what to do as you jumped from here to there, double checking that you had absolutely everything you needed.

You only stopped when you realized that he wasn’t in the proper attire. “C’mon, Spengler,” you chastised him while cinching the strings of a smock around his waist.

“Game plan,” you led him to the back where all the industrial sized equipment was, “three tiers, green and pink, white cake. She gave me creative freedom, so I’m kinda flying blind.”

Egon’s eyes were on you as you laid out a few large bowls. “Have you ever…made a wedding cake on such short notice? I assumed they take days.”

“They do! And they’re the one thing I swore to never sell!” He looked disappointed in you, but you weren’t fazed, grabbing both of his hands. “$1,500,” Egon’s eyes widen as you continued, “think of what that could buy.”

He pushed up the bridge of his glasses like a flustered schoolboy. “That’s…a lot of copper wiring.”

“So many new mixers! And without the down payment! That’s why we need to start while we already have the time.”

Realistically, it was more of you starting everything while Egon was subjected to measuring or throwing away eggshells. But, you eventually gave him bigger responsibilities, as there was no way you’d be done in time for the impromptu-wedding if you worked one-by-one.

You turned from what you were doing after instructing him to mix the batter for the top layer, being met with his bare forearms, dress shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

“What?” Egon noticed your commotion halting. “Am I overmixing?”

You didn’t answer, still staring at his toned arms. He should help out more often- your stand mixer cutting out on you must’ve been a blessing in disguise. Your blatant ogling was cut short when he stopped his ministrations, resting the whisk against the lip of the bowl.

“Don’t get distracted.” He tried to sound condemnatory, but it was hard to feel scolded when the scholar had on one of your teenaged employee’s spare pink bibs around his front and he was almost bent over the edge of the counter space in the midst of his focus.

You could breathe a little easier when the timer went off for the tiniest layer’s completion in the biggest oven. You took the searing pan out carefully, and your worry spiked again when you saw how dark the unfrosted dessert was along the top. You went through a list of things that might’ve gone wrong- was the oven at the right temperature? Setting? You definitely let it bake for the right time. It wasn’t until you saw a pair of little cylinders, tucked away in the havoc, that you put two and two together.

“Which one of these did you use?”

Egon looked like a mix of confused and concerned. “This one, baking soda.”

That’s how he got put out your kitchen for a considerable amount of time, until he knocked at the round window separating you both.

“Are you sorry?”

A pause. “Not anymore than I was 20 minutes ago.”

“I’m locking the door.”

He was allowed back in after a long and rehearsed apology. Soon, all tiers were baked, except for the base, and you were aching all over. The whole cake process never got any less demanding on you.

Egon must’ve seen how you stretched your arm across your chest before you tried to continue on anything. “Are you feeling okay?”

“I’ll be fine- just sore.” you answered truthfully, before slightly jumping at the feeling of hands wrapping around your middle.

“Take a break,” he herded you to a folding chair you kept in there- the only chair. You were slotted in between his knees, thoroughly confused. He only got like this every blue moon.

It did feel great to be off your feet for a second, despite your cushy sneakers. “What’re you getting at?”

His strong hands made work of your tense biceps. “Nothing lascivious. I just think you should save your energy for the important part,” you stifled a noise at his doctoral tone and the way his thumbs kneaded at the space in between your shoulder blades, “and you’ve been working very hard.”

“Baking makes you a freak,” you scoffed, but hedonistically let him continue to dote on you.

Soon it was time to keep moving, attractive masseuse or otherwise. You put Egon in charge of coloring the buttercream while you ran out to the store for the second time in only a few days, making a mental note to use some of the bride-to-be’s payment to keep a consistent supply of the little things.

When you returned, though, it wasn’t as you had expected. You picked up the metal bowl full of neon icing incredulously. “I said green, not snot!”

“I made green,” he didn’t budge, not seeing how gaudy this would look in the middle of a reception hall.

You pushed a finger in between his brows. “You’re such a guy,” you remarked, regardless of your own gender, as you hassled him out of the way. “Watch.”

With a bit of red, the bright green dulled into a paler color, fit for a wedding. “Can I trust you with pink?” you asked as if he was a child.

Egon’s expression was unreadable. “No promises.”

Half of the green was shoveled into piping bags when he was finished, presenting the baby pink mixture to you like a project would be presented to a teacher. “That’s better,” you started, taking the bowl while he kept the spatula. You’d assumed that Egon was going to wash it or scrape off the excess or something, but your eyes squeezed shut as something cold and tacky hit your nose.

Frosting, pink frosting. His audacity. You took the green spatula, getting him back on the cheek. That led to him getting you back on the forehead, ear, chin, and eventually some strays ended up in the corner of your mouth, which he was more than happy to take care of. Baking really made him a freak, you thought. You probably shouldn’t be kissing over someone’s wedding memorabilia, but you shortly noticed that was the icing for each tier and its decoration. You lost an hour cleaning and starting from scratch on the buttercream, steering clear of each other in a respective corner each.

You had another hour to eat a late dinner while each tier chilled in the freezer, setting the white icing you painstakingly leveled to their surface area. When you returned, it was time for the assembly, the second most dreaded process. “I’m scared,” you confessed, just about to push down the first dowel.

Egon got eye level with the top, squinting. “You’re just about perfect.”

Your nerves got the better of you. “How can you tell?”

“I calculated.”

He was to keep calculating until all three cakes were secure on each other, bringing on the actually grueling part: decoration. You could design anything easily, after years of practice on your skills and ability to freehand- but a wedding cake was just so intimidating. That was part of the reason you vowed to never try again, how easy failure was staring you down in the form of little white fondant flowers. Egon let you take the reins on this, disappearing from your narrow field of vision. You honed in your knowledge of swirls, mini roses, and the drape style that was still in fashion among traditional couples. You were bent in all sorts of ways to make sure every bit of sugar that left the tip of the plastic bag came out perfect, for a perfect pair of newlyweds. Or newlyweds with perfect pocketbooks.

Time got away from you when the final detail was placed, and you stepped away like it was a bomb. “Is it done? Are we done?” you looked for confirmation. “How does it look?”

Egon’s torso stopped you from running off somewhere. “It looks perfect.”

The giant thing was stowed away to wait until you were scheduled to drop it off the next morning, and a weight was taken off your chest. You let the faucet run over materials, mind somewhere else with the rush of running water.

“It’s so sweet when it’s all done,” you spoke up, scrubbing crusted batter off of a tin, “weddings feel so magical.”

You thought back to the agreement you made with your boyfriend of a handful of years: nix a big ceremony, celebrate with friends when the time felt right. The time always felt right to you; you’d drag him to the courthouse at the drop of a hat. Perhaps there was an even right-er time out there, written somewhere in your future.

Egon wiped down all the surfaces. “I agree.” he voiced from across the counter, taking a pause. “You’re not…angry with me? For taking as long as I am?”

You laughed at that, drying your hands. You crossed over to him, a hand on his chest. “Not at all. I trust you.” He had ditched the tie at some point after you had to make a new batch of icing. “If you’re offering…”

“Give me some more time to make it special.”

You brushed away some of his hair that had come loose in the heat of your scullery. “How much more time?” your voice was soft.

Egon thought about it for a moment. “What’s 5 more years?” He laughed heartily at the groan you let out, resting his head on yours.

“Really?” your voice broke over the phone. “I’m sorry…I’ve never- I don’t know,” you forced yourself to take a shallow breath, “I’ll work on getting your deposit back.”

You didn’t know what to think or feel when you ended the call, but thoughts of wasted hours, materials, lost profit, all flooded your mind as you attempted to calm yourself. You rested your head underneath where the phone was mounted on the wall, rubbing at your temples to sedate an oncoming headache.

“What happened?” Egon asked at your back, with you again in the early morning as he scored another day off. You didn’t turn to face him, trying your best to blink back embarrassing tears.

“She canceled. We made the cake for nothing- there’s no wedding, I-”

Egon was on a knee, in the middle of your homely bakery. Your frustration evolved into pure confusion. “What’re you-”

There was a blue, velvet box in his hands with a glinting band inside of it. Before he could get a word out, you were on the floor too, tears free flowing. “You can’t do this now,” you clutched the fabric of his pants when he moved to hold you. “I look horrible.”

His free hand dried your tears, though more would keep on appearing in their wake. “I’m sorry this is so overdue.”

Your hands gently held onto his jaw to know this was real. “When was the right time?”

“A long, long time ago. I just needed to find a way to make it special.” He looked hesitant before continuing, “I hope you don’t mind having made your own wedding cake.”

You blinked. “You’re the worst!” you joked exasperatedly, falling with him into a hug on the floors you were happy you mopped. “That was all you?”

“Why do you suppose her down payment was a multiple of 18?”

“They didn’t.”

“Consider it a group gift, I suppose.” Egon smiled underneath you. You sat in the giddy silence of two people, soon to be wed, when he gingerly asked the question

“Will you?”

Your boyfriend- fiancé, went through so much trouble to make the moment one you could look back on happily. Who could refuse?

“I will.”

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revolvingfanatic · 1 year

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i absolutely ADORE your writing skills. every fic of yours that ive read so far go in incredible detail and such amazing storylines! how do you write so well?? what's your writing process like??

First off, thank you!! 💖 So happy to hear you’re a fan of my writing style and ideas ✨ Thirdly, sorry if this post becomes a little long, as I’ll likely end up getting into the minutia 😆

My process is probably kinda odd, and definitely extremely time-consuming.

I start off with a rough draft(?), which is basically just me jotting down random possible ideas and thoughts for a given fic, sometimes in no particular order, just whatever comes to mind when I’m brainstorming. Sometimes fully formed paragraphs with dialogue, sometimes just little suggestions. Then when I’ve gotten that out of my system I start to organize it by rearranging everything until it seems to be in a good order, then deem that the fic’s overview and move it to a lower section of my document.

Next, I reference said overview and start typing up scenes and dialogue in a section above.

Anything I end up removing, instead of just straight up deleting it, I move it to the very bottom section which I label “cut stuff” and occasionally go down there to use an idea/line I’d thrown out because it didn’t fit, but found a new place for it to go where it does fit.

I also noticed I write everything in present-tense when it’s in the idea phase, then change practically everything to past-tense when I’m putting it into the actual fic.

Another thing I do is have the same paragraph pasted several times in a row with slight variations to lines so I can see which version looks best to me. I’m extremely particular about my wording; I have literally texted my sister to ask which of two words sounded better in a sentence. Many times. 😂 Part of the reason for that is because I don’t like using the same word twice within a few paragraphs when I can use a synonym. Like instead of “apple” a second time I’ll say like “the green fruit”, then “the healthy ingestible/the sour sphere” if I want to be funny. XD

I also have been blessed with a very active imagination; I have over 20 PiB fic ideas written down, most of which will never see the light of day, as it would take way too much time and energy to flesh them all out, lol (although if anyone wants to hear about them I’ll gladly show what I do have written for them~)

I’ll include a few pics for reference of what my fics look like while in varying stages of the writing process. (spoilers if you aren’t current on IDNFD or AFfaL btw)

(Also sorry I took so long to respond; I was in a car accident where I got T-boned by someone running a stop sign and had/have a bunch of bs [and pain] to deal with <.<)

Anyway, I hope my reply was satisfactory, and if you or anyone else has any more questions I’d be more than happy to answer them!

#thanks for the ask!#puss in boots #deathpuss #puss in boots the last wish #pussdeath #ask answered #writing advice #if it counts lol #fanfiction #ao3 writer #pibtlw #pib the last wish #writing is a lot of fun but takes me forever XD #IDNFD #AFfaL #IDNFD fic

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frostedfaves · 2 years

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Two Avengers Walk Into A Bar...

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Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader

Summary: Natasha and Wanda are finally given a chance with their favorite bartender, which happened to be her only option anyway. (a continuation of this)

Warnings: 18+ ONLY as always, dark!fic, implied stalking, mental manipulation

A/N: so I still haven’t finished the dark!wandanat fic set in westview but it might not be too long! I’ve been in the writing mood lately, which led me to this. btw I recommend reading the first part I tagged above before you start this one (even if you have already, since it’s from over a year ago lol)

“Is it bad that I didn’t recognize you as Avengers until I saw your names written next to your numbers?” you ask suddenly, laughing a bit at Wanda’s expression.

“Are you serious?!”

“Extremely.”

The three of you were seated at a circular table in a far corner of a restaurant you’d only seen through the large glass windows. Your chairs were positioned so that all of you were an equal distance away from each other, and you were slightly intimidated with the way their eyes were glued to you the whole time. If you were being completely honest, you partially wondered if all of this was just an elaborate buildup to a one-night-only threesome inquiry.

“I just assumed you were trying to avoid making us uncomfortable,” Natasha suggests with a shrug, careful not to spill wine from the glass she’s holding in one hand above the table. “Or that you only knew our ‘heroic’ titles.”

“I don’t know what gave you the impression that I’m chill around famous people.” Your dates laugh and you can’t help the grin that forms. “But you’re right that I only know your hero names. I’ve seen you on the news once or twice but I try not to rely on reporters to tell me what you’re really up to.”

“According to the media, I am a mass murderer,” Wanda mumbles while poking at her entree with her fork.

“I’m sure they’re wrong. Your job is to help people, not hurt them.”

“What if they aren’t entirely wrong?” she presses further, making eye contact with you again. “What if I help some and hurt others?”

“Oh.” You take a bite from your own plate, pretending to mull it over as you chew and swallow. “Well, I’m sure you had your reasons.”

The two women break out into louder laughter than before, but still maintaining their volume to avoid attention from others. You happily join them, grateful you read the situation right and contributed to their joke in a way that pleased them. After all, two high-profile Avengers murdering people by choice seemed very unlikely.

You were taken home that night, walked to your apartment door and left behind with a kiss lingering on each cheek. Texting was sporadic as can be expected with two people that regularly save the world, but you didn’t expect the two of them to be hovering over you and shaking you awake a week later.

“Sorry to come in unannounced but our calls weren’t going through and you weren’t answering the buzzer,” Wanda explains as they give you room to sit up. “We had to make sure you were alive before we shared the good news.”

“Good news?” you question in a groggy tone.

“Tony Stark has a job offer for you -- on-call bartender.”

“Wait, Tony Stark...like the one you work with?”

“Yes, our coworker,” Natasha responds with a chuckle. “The job of getting rid of bad guys doesn’t really come with a set schedule, so we never know when we’re all going to be home at the same time. When we are, we like to throw little celebrations to help the team relax and enjoy themselves as some of our missions can be physically and mentally exhausting. We need someone who can be available for those nights.”

“Does that mean I’d be living at the Avengers compound with you?”

“Yep. Free housing and Tony pays well, so you’d make your usual monthly amount each night.”

“Under any other circumstances I’d accept immediately, but I have some concerns.”

“What’s on your mind?” Wanda pulls one of your hands into hers and you feel tension melting away as her thumb runs along your knuckles.

“I mean we just started dating and I’m already going to be living with you. What if we end up not working out? Won’t it be awkward to be that close all the time, especially if it ends on bad terms?”

“I understand your concern,” Natasha sighs. “Despite how much we’ve already grown to care for you, we’re still capable of being respectful and professional, should anything happen between us in that way.”

“No matter what happens, we wouldn’t want to come between you and your job,” Wanda assures you and Natasha agrees with a nod.

“We’d also prefer you work there, as you’d be much safer with us than in a dimly lit building with disgusting grandpas that can’t respect personal space or hold their liquor.”

“Yeah, I don’t exactly enjoy walking home in the middle of the night either...”

“Let us do this for you then...and we promise to protect your heart no matter what happens.”

Wanda positions her free hand at your eye level with only her pinky up, and you can’t help but laugh as you curl your own around hers. Her thumb comes up next to connect with yours and a big grin returns to your face as she leans in to kiss your knuckles. Natasha insists on doing the same and the two of them sandwich you into a hug in between them, just sitting in the calm silence with you for a minute or two before pulling away.

“Okay, call your boss,” Wanda instructs as she grabs your phone from your nightstand. “And then we can help you start packing when you’re done!”

You happily agree and take your phone before you leave the room, Natasha nudging Wanda as you exit, who faces her with red fading from her eyes.

“How are we going to convince the team that we aren’t moving too fast?”

“Same way I convinced her.” Wanda gestures to you in the hallway with a grin.

Another week had passed since your (now officially labeled) girlfriends presented you with the job offer, and you’d managed to get everything packed in your tiny apartment and ready to go for their arrival with the promised moving truck. You’d planned on asking your nearest neighbors to help (it was your turn for a favor anyway), but Wanda insisted she could get everything downstairs herself in one trip.

You’re waiting for them to arrive now, sitting on the slightly dangerous balcony connected to your living room, when you spot the pair down below. They’re standing in front of the building next to yours, speaking with the man you assume is the landlord when Natasha shakes his hand, and you catch him slipping keys and cash into his pockets.

Wanda notices you before you can look away and you attempt a smile as she tilts her head slightly, narrowed eyes focused on you even as she wraps an arm around Natasha’s waist and uses her powers to fly over to you. You stand immediately and leave the balcony door open for them as you step inside.

“You’re earlier than I expected,” you mention with a slightly nervous laugh directed toward a box you finish taping, your back to them as you hear them enter. “I thought I had a little more time with the place before I had to say goodbye.”

“Look at me.”

You follow the instruction delivered in a firm tone instantly, feeling a shiver run down your spine at the sight of Wanda’s glowing eyes. Her hand does a twisting motion and you’re pulled across the room, suddenly inches away from her menacing stare and scrambling to form a coherent thought.

“You didn’t see anything.”

“Are you ever going to join us, love?”

You blink rapidly as you take in what used to be your apartment, unrecognizable with all of your furniture, boxes and clothes removed from the space. Your search across the room ends at the doorway Natasha’s standing in, brow raised.

“Are you feeling alright?”

“Yeah, I just...” You clear your throat quickly and laugh. “Yeah, I’m sorry. I guess I just got distracted while doing a final walkthrough.”

“Well, we only have the truck for another hour so let’s get out of here.” She crosses the room and grabs your hand, kissing the back of it before she starts to drag you out of the apartment. “You worry me sometimes.”

With the way you’d been losing track of time lately and no explanation for it yet, you were becoming just as worried.

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procrastinatingsapphictrash · 4 years

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Can’t get over her

Word count: 5010

Genre: A little angst with a little fluff

Pairing: Natasha x fem!reader

Warnings: Little bit of swearing (let me know if I need to add more)

Summary: Reader has always had a bit of a crush on Natasha but it’s unrequited. She lets Tony and Wanda take her to a club and Nat starts acting differently.

A/N: This is not a request, I just felt like writing this story. I’m super nervous about this because I’m not sure if it’s very good but I thought I would post it in case anyone is interested. This is my first x reader fic and first Natasha/Marvel fic so I wasn’t sure how to write it. That being said I hope you enjoy, and if you do, I’m always open to take requests! Btw this is completely unimportant but even though this fic is a medium length, it’s the longest story I’ve actually completed so I feel proud of myself for that!

“Y/n!” A voice rang out loudly disrupting your sleep.

“Ughhhh,” you groaned, “what do you want?” Instead of an answer the door to your room gets thrown open loudly, allowing all the light to come in. You bury yourself under the blankets, partly to stop your eyes from seeing the light and partly to hide the fact that you were wearing Avengers themed pyjamas.

“Rise and shine sweetheart!” You hear Tony’s voice mock. Reluctantly you poke your head out of the blankets just enough so you can see and squint at your best friend/mentor just in time to see him rush off, probably to wake up another unfortunate avenger. When you first joined you never expected to like Tony at all, much less consider him your best friend or look up to him. You had heard rumors of him being inappropriate with women and while his jokes most certainly were and you did occasionally catch him staring at your boobs he never did anything creepy to make you uncomfortable and inside he was a good man, way more so than you expected.

All that in mind you decide to get out of bed to see why Tony woke you up because he (probably) wouldn’t wake you up for no reason. Taking a minute to change out of the avenger pyjamas and into some clothes as well as brush your hair you wander downstairs. On the way down you bump into Clint who unlike you has made absolutely no effort to look presentable and looks like he just rolled out of bed. You say a quick hello but he just grunts in return, not even looking at you. Inwardly laughing about how much Clint hates to be awake in the morning you continue downstairs to meet up with the rest of the avengers who are varying degrees of awake. Most seemed to be like you; awake and fairly alert but not happy about it. Clint was probably the most asleep and Tony the most awake considering he was practically bouncing off the walls. Looking around you see everyone except for Thor and Natasha. Thor wasn’t there very often because he wasn’t from earth and Natasha usually avoided group activities at all costs to your displeasure since you had a secret (not very secret) crush on the assassin.

“So why did you wake us up, at an ungodly hour may I add, and bring us down here?” You ask Tony, curious.

“That information is above your clearance level.” He replies somewhat sarcastically.

“Does anybody else know what is going on?” you ask. “Or did Tony wake me up for no reason, in which case I’m going back to bed.” They all shift guiltily on their feet except for Clint who seems to be still too tired to pay attention leading you to believe they are all up to something you wouldn’t like. Nobody answers your question so you glare around the room, your eyes landing on Steve. He almost squirms under your gaze and eventually seems to give in.

“I’m sorry Y/N, this wasn’t my idea and thinking back on it we probably shouldn’t-”

“We are giving you a makeover and finding you a date.” Tony cuts Steve off.

“Seriously??!??!??” You half shout. “What makes you think I want to go on some random date you guys set up? If I want to go on a date I can find one myself.”

“Y/N…” Wanda says softly, reminding you to stay calm.

“Don’t Y/n me,” you say, still angrily yet quieter, “I can find my own dates, thank you very much.” Tony gives a small snort of laughter in response to this.

“Sure you can kid. I mean it’s not like you haven’t been on a date in over two years. Or that you’re harboring a crush for our resident scary assassin that prevents you from dating others.” You glare at him but stay silent because all of what he said is true. In your head you excuse the not dating off as being busy because you are a hero yet almost everybody on the team is dating someone and it all seems to be working out fine.

“Look Y/n,” Tony says softly which is a rarity for him, “I know you wish something could happen between you and Romanoff but it hasn’t happened yet and likely never will. You need to get over her and back out there. Besides we weren’t planning on choosing your date for you, we were just planning to go clubbing later with you.”

“Ok,” you agree begrudgingly, “I’ll do it, I just don’t see the need to wake me up at 7 in the morning if we aren’t going out until tonight. Also does everybody need to be here right now?”

“I second that,” Clint says in a voice still rough from sleep, “just because I helped planning a little bit does not mean I had to wake up early to have this conversation. I’m going back to bed.”

Wanda rolls her eyes at him before turning to you, “No not everyone has to be here right now, Tony just got a little over excited. As for you, as we said we are giving you a makeover which means we have to go to the hair appointment I set up plus I was thinking we could go shopping since we almost never have time to. Besides Natasha gets back from her solo mission sometime later today, so we wanted to talk with you when she wasn’t around.”

“Ok,” you respond with a little bit of excitement, “when do we leave?”

“Right now! We can have brunch while we’re out!”

“Yes and then we can go get our nails done and gossip!” Tony says in a fake voice. Both you and Wanda turn to look at him exasperated. “Ok fine, maybe not but I am coming and we are gossiping. Also I need to find a good birthday present for Pepper’s birthday next week.”

“Well that’s good you’re coming because unless you want the same reaction as last year, you’re going to need a lot of help.” Wanda replies. You laugh a little as the three of you leave the tower, Wanda and Tony continuing their mock argument about Tony’s gift giving skills.

Five hours later and you severely regretted going along with their plan. You were already exhausted and still had so much to do before going clubbing. You had already bought an outfit plus a few others which wouldn’t be so bad except Wanda and Tony made you try on what you believed to be the whole store before they seemed satisfied with your look. You had also gotten your nails done and were currently finishing up a lovely brunch which consisted of waffles, maple syrup and some fruits. That would have been enjoyable if not for the fact that Tony and Wanda alternated between nagging you about not chipping a nail and teasing you about your pathetic love life. It was a well known fact in the tower that while they didn’t hate each other, Tony and Wanda didn’t usually get along well but that was probably for the best since together they were ruthless. They seemed to have decided that the time for brunch was over so sighing you followed them out of the restaurant after Tony paid the bill. That’s the one positive at least, all of it was free for you thanks to Tony.

Another five hours later and you could honestly say you were looking forward to the night more than you thought you would. You were currently looking in the mirror in your room and although usually you tended to be indifferent towards your body, sometimes even insecure, you had to admit that you looked pretty hot. The dress was in the perfect colour to bring out your eyes according to Wanda and although it was the perfect balance between classy and slutty, revealing a bit of skin and showing off your assets while still leaving it to the imagination. You also were carrying a black purse which matched your nails and shoes. Your makeup was perfectly done, naturally showing you beauty but adding a little extra glimmer. The thing you were most proud of however and the most noticeable change you had made was your hair. Before you had hair that when completely straight could reach your waist but now it was barely long enough to tuck behind your ears. When you first got to the hair salon you were planning on just trimming it and straightening in it but when you got in the chair something came over you and you just decided to chop it all off.

BANG! The door to your room barges open and Wanda comes flying in.

“Damn girl! You look hot as fuck!” You blush profusely at her words managing to stammer out a thank you. You have never been good at taking compliments because you always get a little shy and awkward.

Tony pokes his head around the doorframe and gives a whistle. “You are smoking hot Y/n, I mean if I didn’t have Pepper I would be all over you. You ready to go?” Not waiting for an answer he turns and starts towards the elevator. You follow but not before exchanging an eye roll with Wanda about Tony’s words. The elevator ride is short and smooth thanks to Tony’s engineering so you don’t have enough time to succumb to the urge of placing your hands on the bars and pushing while lifting your feet. The elevator beeps, Jarvis informing you that you’ve reached the ground level and the doors open. You step out ready to get on with your night but the sight of Natasha just back from a mission freezes you in your tracks.

“Hi,” you say lamely, “I thought you were supposed to get back earlier today?”

“We had some intel that wasn’t fully correct but luckily it didn’t take too long to fix. You look different, where are you heading off to?”

You glance at Tony and Wanda for help because for some reason you feel awkward telling her but they don’t seem to know what you want so you answer anyways. “We’re going clubbing, I’m kinda nervous since I haven’t been in awhile but Wanda helped me get ready-”

“Hey I helped too!”

You ignore Tony’s protest and continue to speak. “-and I think it should be fun. Also there will for sure be hot girls there which is always a plus.”

“Seems like it should be fun,” she responds in her monotone ‘I don’t care’ voice that you hate, “Good luck with the girls though, because your hair looked better long, I don’t like it like this.” You don’t usually get offended easily but you feel tears spring to your eyes at her comment. The only good part is that she doesn’t notice because she’s already walking away, swaying her hips, either not knowing or caring that she hurt you.

Tony and Wanda rush over to you. “Oh sweetie,” Wanda comforts while wrapping an arm around you, “don’t listen to her, that’s not true at all!”

“Then why would she say it?” You ask, careful to keep your voice from cracking because you hated showing when you were upset.

“I don’t know and honestly I don’t give a fuck.” Tony replies. “Just don’t think about it too much, the whole point of this night is to get over her anyways.” You give him a small smile at that. Tony is good with words which translates into being good at comforting people. You know he’s right so although the comment is still upsetting you do your best to push it out of your mind. Locking arms with both Tony and Wanda you pull them towards the door and into the waiting limo. You couldn’t help but smile at the way Tony ruffled your hair as you stepped in or how Wanda kept running her fingers over her arm in an attempt to be reassuring. You had the best friends.

The ride over seemed way shorter than it was supposed to be and before you knew it the limo was stopped to let the three of you out. You take a deep breath and wipe your sweaty palms on your dress before smiling and stepping out after Tony and Wanda. Nobody seems to have noticed the three of you yet which was a good thing. Being Avengers Tony and Wanda were pretty much celebrities and often got swarmed by groups of fans. Technically you were an avenger as well but like Natasha and Clint it was only because you were a Shield so while you did get recognized it wasn’t as often and only tended to happen if you were with other avengers. You make your way inside, splitting from Tony and Wanda at the door. The plan was for them to go to the bar and look over you from there while you went straight to the dance floor because you preferred to be anonymous tonight and they would ruin that and also you didn’t feel like getting drunk. That was the plan at least but you suspected that they would get too drunk to continue watching over you because it had been stressful lately with a lot of paperwork and they needed to unwind. Wanda had practically confirmed that fact when she gave you permission to leave without them.

You step over to the dance floor glancing around to see if there looked to be any single women already there. The reason you had chosen this club was because although it wasn’t lgbtq+ exclusive, it was open to everybody and therefore frequented by many members of the community.

Just as you were glancing around you felt a tap on your shoulder. “Wanna dance?” You spin around to find the most beautiful girl you’ve ever seen, apart from Natasha. It bothers you that you’re using Natasha as your standard and comparing other girls to her but you brush that off.

“I would love to!” At your response she takes your hand, pulling you into the crowd and starts to dance. You dance as well and slowly you lose track of time as you loosen up and your dancing with the girl becomes less and less innocent. You can feel yourself caring less about what Natasha thought although as great as this girl seemed to be you knew you weren’t ready for a relationship so you hoped she wasn’t looking for one. After what could be a couple of hours because you’ve completely lost track of time, you and the girl whose name you still don’t know head over to a corner of the room and take a seat on two of the stools that were provided.

“Hi, I feel like I should know your name by now, I’m Y/n.” You introduce yourself.

“Wait I thought you looked familiar!” She exclaims. “You’re the Y/n that’s a part of the avengers right?”

You awkwardly give a nod and gesture towards the bar where you can see Tony and Wanda who have obviously had at least a few drinks each. “Tony and Wanda came with me. They are just over there but I didn’t particularly want the spotlight tonight so I split from them at the door.”

“I understand, I must admit I have no desire to be famous. I’m Jamie by the way” She says with a cute little giggle before her mood seems to be more solemn. “I can’t believe I’m saying this to a literal avenger and if my friends find out they are going to kill me but I’m sorry if you’re looking for a relationship but I just got out of a serious relationship and am not ready for another one quite yet.”

You let out a relieved sigh. “I’m not looking for a relationship either, because I’m trying to get over my feelings for a friend.”

“Phew!” She replies. “But tell me more about this ‘friend’ of yours.” You take a minute to think before deciding that Jamie could be trusted. You begin to spill all about your feelings for Natasha and how she didn’t seem interested and what she said to you on your way here. Jamie listens sympathetically the entire time before telling you all about how she thought her ex was the one but it turns out she was emotionally abusive. Even though you just met you talk like old friends, offering advice on serious topics but also chatting about random things. You have 3 more drinks each and after every drink your barriers crumble more and more. Eventually you exchange numbers so you can meet up again although you both agreed it would be a platonic meetup. Just as you were giggling about a joke you couldn’t even remember, you saw Jamie tense up and a second later you felt a hand on your shoulder. You turn your head in anger expecting it to be some creepy guy trying to hit on you but it turns to confusion when you see Natasha.

“Can we talk?” She asks, giving Jamie a dirty look. “At the tower. Without her.”

“Why?” You ask. “I’m having fun here Nat.” You specifically say her name as you speak so Jamie knows who you’re talking to.

“Just come home.” She says not answering your question, instead tugging at your wrist lightly. You sigh not knowing what to do so you glance at Jamie for help.

She shrugs and then says, “I have a ride home planned if you want to leave, but I wouldn’t mind staying longer if that’s what you want.”

You make a quick decision in your head before responding, “Ok, we’ll go back to the tower but there better be a good reason.” You then turn to Jamie, “Text me when you get home so I know you’re safe, and then we can figure out when to hang out.”

“Of course,” she agrees leaning forwards to hug you while whispering in your ear, “good luck but remember not to let her treat you badly just because you’re in love with her.” You pull back from the hug and smile at her as Natasha’s hand moves down to your own as she starts walking, pulling you along with her. You can barely think straight, you have no idea what is going on with Natasha or why she’s acting so weirdly. You glance over to Tony and Wanda to see if they’ve noticed what’s going on but just as you suspected they were drunk out of their minds. If they were normal friends you would have worried about them but you knew Tony’s drivers would get them home safe because although Tony was more responsible with Pepper around this was not the first time they’ve had to haul his drunk ass back to the tower.

Natasha continues to pull you out the door and over to her parked motorcycle where she hands you a helmet and one of her leather jackets. Still not speaking she hops on and motions for you to get on behind her. You swing your leg over the side somewhat awkwardly and scoot forwards so you can grab onto her waist. Once she’s sure you’re secured properly she hits the gas, the motorcycle roaring as it starts. You’ve never been on her motorcycle before so at first you are a bit nervous but after a couple of minutes you start to feel more comfortable. At this point your only nerves come from holding Natasha and wondering what she wants to talk to you about and not the motorcycle ride. Compared to the ride over to the club, this ride feels like it’s taking forever as you start to go over all the important reasons Nat would want to talk to you. You still didn’t know how to feel about everything because she insulted you earlier and now is making you feel important. To protect your feelings you tell yourself that there is probably a mission or a meeting that came up last minute and this isn’t just Natasha wanting to talk. It’s improbable because if that was the case she would have outright said so but you can’t think of any more plausible reasons off the top of your head. Luckily before you can analyze her strange behavior anymore you reach the tower and after parking underground you follow Natasha upstairs into the main living area which is obviously deserted as it is now between 3 and 4 am.

“So why did you want to talk?” You ask, breaking the silence as you take a seat on the couch.

“Why did you go to a club?” She asks, also sitting down on the other end of the couch, avoiding your question.

A surge of anger floods through you and while you don’t shout, you raise your voice a little. “Answer the fucking question Nat. Or did you bring me all the way back just to ask that?”

She looks somewhat surprised that you raised your voice but she keeps hers even. “I just wanted to know. It looked like you were having fun with whoever that girl is.”

“Yeah I was.” You respond, still confused. “But how do you know that?”

Natasha avoids eye contact looking everywhere but you. “I was watching you.”

“YOU WERE WHAT?” You shout before lowering your voice to avoid waking up the whole tower. “Why the fuck were you spying on me?”

“I- I wasn’t.” She replies seemingly caught off guard by your tone of voice. “I wanted to make sure you were safe.”

“Tony and Wanda were with me.” You respond confused. There’s something she’s not telling you that’s making her act weird. She knew you could handle yourself so she obviously was not telling the truth, or at least omitting details. She hasn’t responded to your last statement, instead choosing to look at you in the weird way she does that makes you feel like you’re being interrogated. You decide that if she isn’t going to talk, you won’t either so you pull your phone out of your jacket to check it. You see a text from Jamie saying she got home ok with a little smiley face at the end that causes you to smile. You type back a quick reply, just saying you’re glad she’s safe and that you were with Natasha right now and were probably going to bed soon so you’d text her tomorrow. She wished you luck and goodnight with another little smiley face that made you smile again. Putting your phone away you look back up at Natasha only to find out she’s glaring at you.

Unsure of what could have changed her attitude towards you, you ask, “What?”

“Who were you talking to?” She asks ignoring your question for the second time tonight.

You sigh, “I don’t see how it’s any of your business but if you really must know I was just saying goodnight to the girl from the club, Jamie.”

“So that’s her name.” She says wrinkling her nose. Now you’re really confused as to what Natasha is thinking. You couldn’t tell on normal days but usually she acted rationally and never was like this.

“Why do you say it like that?” You ask.

“I don’t like her.”

“Why don’t you like her?”

“I just don’t.” She answers, offering no explanation. Although you do want to find out why Natasha doesn’t like her you’re too tired to spend the time asking questions so you stand up to go to bed.

“Where are you going?” She demands.

You sigh for what feels like the thousandth time of the night. “I’m going to bed. You wanted to talk to me but won’t actually talk, and when I ask you questions, instead of responding you insult my new friend.”

“Friend?” She questions.

“Jamie.” You say confused because you thought the answer was obvious.

“Oh.” She responds, “I’m sorry, please stay.” You think about it for a second, deciding to stay so you go to sit down again, but before you do Natasha scoots over to your end of the couch pulling you down into her side. Your entire body freezes up because you’re so unsure of what to do. Natasha never initiated physical contact of any kind but now she was practically hugging you. Seeming to realize how uncomfortable you were, she quickly moves away.

“Sorry,” she mutters, “That was stupid.”

“No, no, it’s fine, you can come back.” You respond quickly. As much as you were uncomfortable, it felt really nice to have her by your side. She somewhat shyly shifts back over to you but this time instead of wrapping her arm around your shoulders she nuzzles into your side, maneuvering your arms so they wrap around her. You have no idea what’s going on right now but you can’t help but smile as you look down at her. She looks cute and relaxed, with her hair covering parts of her face. Thinking about her hair reminds you of her opinion of your new haircut. You bite your lip nervously as you debate asking her about that or not. You definitely don’t want to ruin the cuddly mood that she’s in now but the comment still bothers you, not to mention you never actually found out why she took you home from the club.

“Um Natasha?” You ask in a timid voice. “Is my haircut really that bad?”

“Of course not, I think it suits you.” She responds smoothly. “I lied to you earlier.”

You smile at that. “Thank you but why?”

She takes a deep shaky breath before speaking. “Promise this won’t change anything between us first, that we will stay friends.”

“Ok,” You respond, earnest but confused, “I promise.”

“I didn’t like the idea of you going clubbing and coming home with some one night stand or even worse a girlfriend because I have feelings for you. So I was childish and took out my frustrations on you by pretending I didn’t like you. I’m sorry.” She’s looking up at you now, the most nervous you’ve ever seen her. Your mind is exploding with this new information and your heart feels so happy you can’t even believe what is going on.

“Is that why you were watching me with Jamie at the club and then told me you had to talk to me?”

“Yeah”

After a few more seconds of shocked silence that feels like hours to Natasha you finally speak. “I know I promised that this wouldn’t change anything between us but I don’t think it can be the same.” She starts to pull away from your side but before she can you lean over and press your lips against hers. At first you are hesitant but once she starts kissing back you gain confidence, the kiss getting more heated. After a minute or two you both pull away to catch your breath, smiling at each other.

Natasha lightly swats you on the arm. “You’re evil.” You giggle a little in response. “I was so worried for a second there, I thought you would be weirded out by that.” She continues also giggling slightly.

“I’m surprised you didn’t know that I had feelings for you,” you confess to her, “it was actually Tony and Wanda’s idea for me to go out because we all thought you didn’t like me so they thought it was a good idea to get over you.”

“Well that plan failed,” she says smirking, “I guess you can’t get over me.”

You look at her and yawn. “No I guess I can’t.”

At your yawn she glances at the clock. “We better get you to bed, it’s almost the time Steve wakes up for training.” You would like to spend more time with Natasha but you’re too tired to argue so you just nod and follow her as she pulls you up and leads you to your room, holding your hand the whole way. Inside your room she sits on your bed while you change, politely looking away. Once you’re in pyjamas you hold a pair out to her and she looks at you confused.

“Do you want to stay the night?” You ask her. She eagerly nods, accepting the pyjamas as you open your covers and crawl into bed. As soon as she’s done she turns off the lights and hops in behind you, spooning you. You sigh as you feel her plant a kiss on the back of your head. You can barely keep your eyes open and although you still haven’t talked about exactly what your new relationship with Natasha was yet, you were excited for what was to come. Your last thought before you drifted off to sleep was complete bliss as Natasha kept planting soft kisses on the back of your neck, head and shoulders.

The next morning you hear a loud pounding at your door. You groan and slowly gain consciousness, smiling as you remember last night and the redhead still cuddling you. Just like yesterday Tony doesn’t bother to wait for you to answer and instead barges straight in. His eyes widen when he sees the two of you spooning and he starts to splutter. You laugh at him with Natasha until he shouts for the other avengers to come. Multiple pairs of footsteps make your way to your bedroom and you see the shocked faces of a few of the other avengers, including Wanda, Steve and Clint.

“What,” Natasha says speaking up, “can’t a girl cuddle with her girlfriend in peace?” Steve immediately apologizes, ushering everyone out of the room and closing the door.

You raise your eyebrow. “Girlfriends?”

“I assumed so, if you want.” She responds.

“I like the sound of that...girlfriend.” You both smile at each other. You definitely did not complete your goal of getting over Natasha and instead fell further in love but you were totally ok with that.

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wreckofawriter · 4 years

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Attention

Pairing: Cedric Diggory x reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: Swearing, sexual jokes

Request: @souhmhey Hello! I really like your blaise au and was wondering if you could do a hogwarts ver of 97 with bill weasley/cedric diggory since your requests is open. The reader is a slytherin btw. Thank you and take care!

#97: You are famous and we keep bumping into eachother so the media thinks we're dating

A/n: sorry for inactivity, I have no concept of time. This is a tiny bit off the prompt but oh well. (There is so much dialogue in this fic, I'm sorry.)

You hated attention. You had hated it since the second you had been birthed into the world. The world which robbed you of your privacy. The world which had dug its grimy hands into your life and tugged and pulled until it looked pretty enough to be on display. A world which everyone claimed to wish for, to envy.

It made you sick.

You had no right to complain. You knew that you were privileged, your parents had more money than they could spend even if they tried, you had grown up in a mansion which simply could not be called a house. You had the tutors, the vacations, the clothes. You had it all, well all except privacy.

Your birth was on the front page of a dozen magazines, your face tacked onto newspapers before you could even read. You were so used to the flash of lights that you stopped registering them as strange.

When you left for some faraway school in the hills of Scottland you had assumed that all of that would go away. That you wouldn’t have to fake smiles anymore or refrain from making the smallest mistake for fear of ruining your parent’s reputation.

Your father’s status as a quidditch player kept you form that unattainable dream. Whenever he spoke of the sport he told it like some fantasy, something he had done so he could soar into the sky not bring it down onto his daughter.

You snapped your eyes shut the bright flash of light only worsening your headache. As the faint burn you were all too used to faded you gathered the image of the young boy in front of you. His mouth was dropped displaying two rows of crooked teeth, his brown eyes wide with amazement.

Your jaw tightened, “Do you need something?” the tone you used was clearly threatening, hoping to break him from the trance you had unintentionally put him under. The conformity of the boy’s features lead you to believe he was either deaf or stupid.

“Well?!” You snapped and it seemed to do the trick.

He blinked a few times, his open mouth giving way for a dopey grin, “You’re y/n y/l/n.”

You scoffed considering shoving the large camera he was holding down his throat, “I don’t know who you are talking about.”

“But-”

“Move before I move you myself.” You snarled and before the kid could answer you shoved him aside and continued for your class which you were now surly to be late for. Vector wouldn’t be happy.

You entered the room already spewing apologies you should have to give.

The teacher cut you off with a pointed look and you snapped your mouth shut. There were a couple snickers from the class and your head hammered on the front of your skull.

“You have been late almost every day this week Ms. y/l/n. Is this going to continue all year or should I cut you from my class now?” Her glare was stiff.

You tried to swallow your mouth suddenly feeling too dry, “I’m very sorry professor it’s just I have to come all the way from potions, and getting through the halls can be difficult.”

Her eyebrows raised, “I don’t see any of my other students struggling to get here on time.”

“Well, I-”

“Or do you simply believe the rules of this school don’t apply to you?” She sneered and giggles erupted around you.

Your cheeks burned and you hung your head, “That’s not what I was saying professor.” you mumbled know your words fell onto emptiness.

“Ten points from Slytherin. Go take a seat next to Diggory.”

You let your mouth fall shut nodding obediently as your blood boiled beneath your skin. Eyes followed you to your seat and didn’t leave until the lesson began. Your cheeks hurt, you pushed your hands upon them attempting to cool the burn of embarrassment. You didn’t even spare a glance to the boy seated next o you, his presence barely registering as you tried to convince the earth to swallow you whole.

You really hated attention.

Cedric Diggory didn’t quite understand why so many looked his way as he passed in the halls. He was good at making friends, his words always seemed to flow so seamlessly from his mouth, he never stumbled over syllables or tripped on his tongue. He was good with people, they liked him, he never gave them a reason to do otherwise.

Students envied him, he knew that. He wasn’t oblivious to the fact that girls and boys found him attractive, he wasn’t stupid. People often treated him like he was anyway, as if his popularity had drained his common sense. It was aggravating to try and prove that his worth went past his reputation again and again.

He always paid mind to you. He was aware of your fame, well your parent’s fame. His eyes like may others had frequently wandered towards you, he had a feeling you hated when they did. Your own were always narrowed into a glare as you did everything in your power to avoid the popularity you had been gifted.

As you sat beside him, your head buried in your hands, teacher continuing with a lesson he should be listening to he felt sorry for you. Sorry that you were so often painted as a self-entitled brat, sorry for the prying eyes and the whispers behind hands.

“I could walk you from potions if you wanted.” The words had spilled from his mouth like an overflowing sink.

Your head snapped towards him, eyes hard as steel as you bored into him. “What?”

Cedric suddenly felt like a fool, something that didn’t happen all that often. He stuttered for a sentence, “I, uhh..” What had he just said to you? It was like his thoughts had been replaced with cotton.”I have the same potions as you, and um you said that you were having a hard time getting through the halls. I could walk with you.”

“Whatever.” you ignored the part of you that thought it might be a half-decent idea and scoffed, “You would only draw more attention.”

The Hufflepuff chuckled, “I suppose you’re not wrong.”

You didn’t answer, eyes now zoned to the front of the room. He let the conversation drop.

If there was one thing that you hated more than attention it was exercise. You disliked exhausting yourself, the grime, and sweat making you feel incredibly dirty as you jogged the edge of the grounds. Your breaths were labored and you felt awkward as your thighs bummed together. Despite all of the discomfort, your head felt clear. Thoughts weren’t plagued but crisp as you listened to the chirp of birds and your own pants. Finally, you gave out, your legs groaning as you halted bending over. Lacing your hands on your knees, you tried to calm your racing heart.

“Oh, hey y/n!”

And your peace was ruined.

You stood up, stuffing your hands in your pockets and trying not to look as fatigued as you felt.

Cedric looked so good it hurt. The sweat on his brow giving him the polished look of a deity. His hair was untamed yet adorable, cheeks stained apple red from the exertion. The sun which was peeking above the horizon framed him, making the boys edge hazy and warm. He smiled down at you, his breaths steady as ever.

You cussed at him not even bothering to lower your voice. You watched his face falter with confusion. “Fuck you.” You repeated, “How do you look so good after running?”

His grin jumped back, “I just stared, I’m only two miles in.”

You were tempted to slap him, “Only.” you cursed him again for good measure.

“Are you heading back towards the school? I could go with you.”

You considered his offer for a brief moment, “Whatever you monster.”

Apparently he took that as a yes because the second you began to jog again he was beside you his pace obviously slowed to fit yours.

“I was actually happy to run into you.” He hummed.

You frowned, “Why?” it was more of a pant than a question.

He shrugged, “You seem nice.”

There were a lot of things you ‘seemed’ nice was not one of them. The side glance you gave him was question enough and you heard him chuckle a bit.

“I know you think you’re all scary and everything but you’re not that bad.”

You scowled, “You don’t. Know. Me.” heavy breaths broke what was supposed to be an intimidating sentence.

He nodded, “I think I’d like to.”

You didn’t respond and instead tried to focus back into your safe world of exhaustion and exhilaration. You managed to reach the front of the school and practically collapsed.

“Are you okay?” Cedric asked his hand landing lightly on your shoulder.

Shoving it off you nodded, “I’m going to get water before I pass out.” you heaved, “Feel free to continue your workout, Diggory.”

“Alright, I’ll see you-” the door shut in his face, “-later.”

Your exhaustion kept you from ripping off the heads a group of first-years who wanted your father’s autograph on your way to class. It faded as you made your way through transfiguration and potions. When dismissed you scrambled from the classroom at a quick pace, the last thing you wanted was to be late to Arithmancy again. Being publicly ridiculed once this week was plenty for you.

You didn’t stop as your name was called behind you, shouldering through a group of students who shot you glares. You heard it again the same voice, closer now and you picked up the pace.

Your shoulder was grabbed and you spun around with such force your bag fell from your shoulder. Quills and ink crashed to the ground and you swore loudly dropping to your knees to pick up the scattered supplies.

Cedric descended beside you helping gather your things. You snatched them from his hands before he offered and continuted down the hall without even a glance in his direction. His long strides brought him to your side.

“You don’t have to worry about being late you know.” He offered you stayed unresponsive. “You’ve still got 6 minutes till class.”

You let out a bothered sigh, “Well if I’m stopped then those minutes go fast.”

Cedric frowned, “Stopped?”

“Yep. It’s always like this at the beginning of the year. The first-years slowly find out who my parents are and want autographs or pictures as if it’s somehow my responsibility to serve them.” Your voice slowly filled with annoyance like a balloon expanding with air, “It’s irritating.”

The boy beside you furrowed his brows, “I can imagine.”

As if on queue a young girl trotted up to you stopping you in your tracks.

“You’re y/n y/l/n right?” Before you could answer she continued, “I was wondering if I could have an autograph from your mother, I saw her in a movie when I was six and I-”

“I’m really sorry but we have to get to class,” Cedric spoke, cutting off the bob child.

Her eyes widened a bit, “Oh sorry, um bye then.”

You gave a half-hearted wave before glancing at the boy beside you, “Thanks.”

He grinned, “It’s no problem.”

Neither of you noticed the eyes which followed you down the hall.

The Weasley twins had a special talent when it came to being bothersome. And they were sure to use it to their full potential, making a point to leave no one out of their troubles. You included. You didn’t know them all too well but after their offer to buy autographs from you and them sell them for a profit they had always stuck in your head.

“Ah, but if it isn’t my favorite celebrity.” Fred grinned his arm draping around your shoulder before being quickly shoved off.

“Well if it isn’t my least favorite red-head.” You respond attempting to return to the open textbook in front of you.

“It’s only natural that you like me more than him.” George grinned sitting beside you.

“Nah, you’re tied for last.” You mumbled scribbling down notes on a messy roll of parchment.

The younger twin frowned, “Are you sure I’m not beating him?”

You looked up at him amusement etched into your features, “Positive.”

Fred popped some of the jelly slugs sitting beside you into his mouth, chewing obnoxiously loud. “So you and Diggory huh?”

You stiffened, glancing up at him.

“I didn’t think he was your type.” George grinned catching one of the candies in his mouth as his twin tossed it over your head.

You scrunched your nose, “What?”

“Oh come on y/l/n, don’t be coy.”

“No reason to be shy, we all know you and the Hufflepuff prince are boning.” the younger giggled.

Your mouth went dry, “What did you just say?”

Fred hummed, “Wow you’re better at acting than I thought, I guess you take after your mother.”

“I haven’t the slightest clue what you’re talking about.” You sputtered.

“Wait really?”

You nodded.

“So you and Cedric aren’t dating?”

You scoffed, “God no, where in hell did you get that idea?”

The reflections shot glances at each other.

“The whole school thinks you are,” George stated plainly.

You slammed your textbook shut in a vicious snap, eyes from around the library drawing towards you. “That fucker.” You hissed and in a second you were on your feet.

You didn’t have to look very long to find the brunette. He was only a few corridors form the library a small group of people huddled with him.

“Diggory!” Your voice cut the pleasant atmosphere in two.

“Oh hey y/n, I was just looking fo-” Before his sentence could be finished you had snatched him by the tie and began dragging him behind you.

A series of whistles and calls followed you around the corner where you slammed open a door and shoved him into a small closet.

“Y/n whats are you doing?” He asked loosening his tie which you had unintentionally sinched around his neck.

Your hands met his shoulders pushing him back as hard as you could manage. Cedric stumbled, his back hitting the door with a thunk.

“You asshole!” You spat leaning over him, “How dare you?”

Cedric was bewildered, the anger clear on your face in the dull lighting. Your breaths were heavy, the sharp scent of mint hitting him, “I’m sorry what?”

You sneered, “Don’t you dare lie to me Diggory. I know what you did.” You had grabbed his tie again, forcing him to lower his head to meet your eyes.

“What did I do?” He asked, his cheeks feeling unbearably hot from the close proximity.

You scoffed, “I don’t know, how about telling the entire school we’re fucking dating?”

Cedric frowned, “I didn’t tell anyone we were dating.”

Now it was your turn to look baffled, “Then who did?”

Before your question could be answered you were falling forward, the door opening the two of you tumbling out into the sudden overwhelming brightness. You screwed your eyes shut in response, your ears catching the sound of laughter and whistles. You were brought your senses abruptly, the crowd gathered around you giggling behind their hands.

“Damn Cedric, I thought you were classier than a quickie in a closet.” Someone snickered.

You lept off the boy you had been straddling moments before your cheeks burning from embarrassment. Cedric sat up, his own face tinged red as he glared at the Hufflepuff which had spoken.

You shoved your way through the crowd wishing the earth would open up and let you fall into its core. Or at least those gathered around you.

“Wait y/n!”

You didn’t turn instead holding your middle finger in the air, making sure the entirety of the group could see it before you disappeared from sight. By the time Cedric was able to push his way through the crowd to where you had turned you were gone. He cussed letting his head fall into his hands.

Cedric didn’t see you the entirety of the weekend. You weren’t in the hall for meals or out in the cooling September air where many students were finding refuge. Your absence was annoying, the thoughts of your breath fanning over the bridge of his nose, chest pressed into his only worsening the harbored feelings he had buried. Rumors of your relationship continuted to circulate, the scene caused a few days before morphing into lewd stories which made his cheeks bloom with roses. He felt partially responsible for the trouble caused for you, his friends were some of the most active in the gossip.

Cedric knew it was only a matter of time before you would be forced to converse with him. You would never skip a class.

You appeared in potions Monday and managed to convince Snape to let you leave five minutes earlier than the rest of the class. There was no escaping assigned seats in Arithmancy. Or so Cedric thought. You had used your extra time to swap seats with another student now all he could do was bore holes into the back of your styled hair from four seats back. You didn’t even give him a chance during meals, eating quickly or simply never appearing, a girl you were with frequently taking a plate with her as she left instead.

It was aggravating. He knew that both of you barley qualified as acquaintances but having the small amount of progress he had made in your relationship ripped from him less than a week in was cruel.

Cedric was more persistent than you intended him to be. You didn’t quite understand why, you hardly knew each other. Yet he tried to corner you in hallways and stop you in classes. You supposed he probably felt guilty. You almost felt bad for avoiding him.

When he wasn’t present in potions you assumed him sick or skipping. So you didn’t find the need to leave early or rush from the room. You should have known it was a trick. The second you left the room you were trapped, Cedric stood directly in front of you his gaze almost daring you to run.

You sighed rolling your eyes, “Ok fine. You got me.”

“Can we talk?” He asked his hands stuffed into his robe pockets.

“Aren’t we all ready?” You challenged.

He shook his head softly, “Please?”

“There’s nothing to talk about.” You huffed.

“It will take thirty seconds.”

Your eyes narrowed, you knew it would take longer but your curiosity was killing you, what could he possibly have to say? Your money was on some useless apology.

“Fine.”

You were lead deeper into the dungeons beginning to suspect he was going to murder you where your screams couldn’t be heard until he came to a stop in some far away corridor.

You crossed your arms tapping your foot impatiently, “Well?”

Cedric felt that unfamiliar twist in his stomach as he looked down at you, his hand scratching at the back of his neck, “Well I wanted to say sorry.”

You sneered at this, “Are you serious? If this what you dragged me here for then you can just tell your friends that they are dumbasses with no life of their own so they have to stick their nose in other peoples to stay entertained and leave.”

The Hufflepuff was taken aback, “Oh no that’s not it, umm, you, I mean I have-”

“Spit it out Diggory,” you demanded.

He nodded, “Right, uh I like you y/n.”

Your eyes shot wide.

“And I was just wondering if you would let me take you out.” He finished feeling better now that the words had been spoken. The moment was ruined quickly.

“No.” Your answer was plain.

“Oh.” Cedric wasn’t sure what he expected, but it certainly wasn’t that.

You sighed, the boy’s face now deflated like a sad puppy. The odd feeling of guilt settled in your stomach, “It’s not because of you.” You assured him, “I mean your talented and hot and nice and everything, it’s just I don’t want to deal with all the shit.”

His cheeks flushed at the complaint but his lips twitched into a frown, “What shit?”

“Ya know.” You spoke gesturing around you, “Your friends and the rumors and everything. I’ve already got enough on my plate, I don’t need anymore.”

Cedric nodded, understanding, “Then give me a chance.”

You hummed a question.

“The astronomy tower tomorrow night, meet me there after curfew and let me prove I’m worth it,” he explained.

You blinked owlishly at him, head tilted slightly to the side, “Seriously?”

“Yeah. One date, no commitment, if you don’t like it can go back to ignoring me and no one will know.”

His offer was tempting. The way his eyes glimmered with hope only making it more enticing. So you gave in, “Alright.”

A smile stretched his lips, “Really?”

You shrugged, “Why not?”

“You won’t regret it.”

Part of you already knew that.

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asimpforarmin · 3 years

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Not so Safe? 💛

Content: Armin Arlert x Reader, Modern AU, two dorks being awkward

Summary: You and Armin go to the beach during quarantine as a way to get away from the stressors of life, keeping safe during it.

WC: 2,123

Genre: fluff?? maybe i guess. Wholesome stuff.

Warnings: None

A/n: This is my first fic on this account and also the first one I’ve written in a long time, so this might be bad, idk. Btw check out this playlist: https://youtu.be/1_2lm4tS9N4 It’s really nice and I listened to it while working on this. Ok bye-

You were bored, just slouching in bed late at night waiting for something to happen. Since quarantine hit, you really haven’t been able to see your friends, well not without a screen. You’ve been keeping up with your closest friends, Connie, Sasha, and Armin, and playing Minecraft with them when you don’t have (or don’t do) your schoolwork. You’ve been missing actually hanging out with them though.

So you decided to group message them about it, see if they wanted to go do something, taking safety precautions of course. Turns out Sasha’s mom wouldn’t let her go anywhere because she was worried for her, and Connie was staying with family out of state. But Armin could come.

You moved to private messages to talk to Armin about it, so you don’t spam the group chat or make Sasha and Connie jealous.

“Hey, are you free on Friday?” you asked.

You quickly saw him typing back to you, “Sorry, no, but I can do something on Wednesday or Thursday.”

You sat up a bit, “Alright, either one works for me.” You had that equivalent of awkward silence between texts where neither of you know what to say. “Which one do you prefer?”

He responds after a moment of thinking. “Wednesday’s fine. What do you wanna do?”

You thought it over for a moment, not actually expecting to get this far. “I know that ice cream shop down the road’s open. We could get some ice cream and head down to the beach for a while and just screw around if you want.”

“Sure. Which ice cream shop again?” He questioned. Armin lived not too far from you and had been over a couple times.

“That one we pass when you come over. Taking a right from my house it’s on that corner, a few shops down from the gas station.”

“Oh that one! Ok.” He responded.

“Did you get your bike fixed?” You asked. You all had bikes and would go places on them before the whole virus thing happened. Thing is, Connie crashed into Armin after hitting a pothole and totaled his front spokes.

“Yeah, it’s all ready to go. Do you have a cooler?”

“I know there’s one somewhere in the garage that I can find and clean out.”

“Alright, I’ll see you Wednesday?”

“Definitely.”

You were excited to see at least one of your close friends during the pandemic. You set your alarm for tomorrow, which was Monday. You only had to wait until Wednesday to see him.

~~~~~

Wednesday rolled around soon enough and you had just finished the last of today’s schoolwork. You packed up a backpack with some extra snacks, water, and some bandages in case either of you fall.

You texted Armin “Hey, where do you wanna meet?”

“I can just meet you at the ice cream place if you want.”

“You sure? That's kinda far from where you are.”

“I’ll be fine, it's not terribly far.”

“Alright, well I’ll see you there.”

“Cya,” he signed off.

You put your phone in your backpack, before dusting off that old cooler, filling it with ice, and putting it in your bike basket. You set out for the shop feeling good. You haven’t been outside in a while, and feeling the wind against your skin felt perfect.

You went down the road a ways, pulling up into the shop’s parking lot. You pulled your bike over and leaned it against the curb with the kickstand, and waited for Armin.

About 10 minutes later, the blond comes into view, pulling into the lot, spotting you, and heading over. You look up at him, pulling your mask up as he does the same. He wipes his brow as he’s hauling his bike over. “Hey, how are you?” he asks, looking down and putting his kickstand to the curb.

Your smile, “Good, how about you?” In all honesty you were great now that he’s here. You haven’t seen him in person for around 11 months and you’ve missed him.

He looked back up at you and you could tell he was smiling even under his mask.

“I’m fine, happy to be outside,” he sighed.

“Hey, your hair’s a little longer,” you pointed out.

He blushed a tiny bit, “I’ve only gotten it cut once during this and now since everything’s reopening, my mother’s scared to take me to get it cut again. The only reason she let me come on this trip was because it’s contactless.”

“I see, well either way it looks cute,” you reassured him.

He let out a small laugh, “Thanks.”

“Anyways,” you say, going up to the front of the building, “what flavor do you want?” You put some gloves on before reaching for your wallet.

“I’ll just have the cookie dough.” Armin pulls out his phone to pay that way.

“Hey, I can pay for both of us if you want,” you say, looking over at Armin.

“It’s fine, I have my own money,” he politely declines.

“Don’t worry about it, it’s my pleasure,” you say, taking money out of your wallet, enough for the two of you. “What size do you want?”

He puts his phone back into his pocket, looking up at the size chart. “I’ll just have a medium.” You nod and go up to tell the person at the counter your orders. A few minutes later, your orders are in the window. You hand the cashier the money, then take off your gloves and grab your ice creams. You put the bowls in Tupperware and then in the cooler.

“You ready to go?” You ask Armin. He nods, clicking his helmet back into place and getting on his bike. You get back on your bike too and the both of you head out.

It’s another 10 minutes before you get to the beach. It isn’t the best weather for this kind of visit. It’s overcast and a little bit foggy, but it’s still a nice place to hang out.

The both of you lock your bikes up and take your ice cream out of the cooler. You hand Armin his dessert and open your own.

“Wish the weather was better,” you commented, looking up at the grey sky.

“Well if the sky’s not clear, that means less people will come,” Armin points out, looking over at you. You nod and look around for a spot to sit down. “We could go over there,” Armin suggests. He’s pointing at a couple boulders decently spaced apart up on the hill away form everything.

“Ok,” you say. You both start going over. There’s no one else at the beach besides a few random people chilling at the shoreline. Armin hops up on the boulder to the right and you get on the left one.

“Thanks for paying for this,” Armin sheepishly says, taking a bite.

“It’s no problem, I’m happy to,” you say. God, you wish you could hug him. Quarantine’s been horrible to your social interaction, plus you may have an inkling of attraction to him. Even to just hold his hand would be ethereal. But you can’t. You need to stay safe, and you don’t know if he feels the same about you.

“So, um, how’s your week been so far?” He inquires.

“It’s been okay. Hating school as usual, but besides that I’ve had a good time keeping up with you all,” you say.

He takes another bite before speaking, “If you want, I could help you out with your work if you’re having trouble.” This wasn’t the first time he offered, but you felt like too much for agreeing last time.

“I’ll think about it, I’m managing alright for now though. How about you? How’s quarantine been treating you?” You ask him.

“I’ve been able to keep up with things for the most part, but it does get tiring. It’s good to finally get out of the house again.” You nod and both of you just sit there for a moment, eating and looking out at the ocean. You couldn’t see that far out because of the fog, but what you could see was nice.

The waves slowly crashed against the sand and rocks while you heard gulls above you. You cherished this moment, as simple as it is. Even if your feelings were unmatched, he was still your best friend. You get butterflies whenever he’s around. He makes you happy and anxious in the best ways possible.

Armin looks up before taking out his phone. “Looks like it’s supposed to rain in a bit.”

“That’s a bummer, I wish we could stay out here longer,” you say.

“We can always come back. I’m still free tomorrow.” You perked up at his suggestion.

“Same, we can do that,” you quickly reply. He nods his head in agreement.

“Same time?”

“Sure.” You both went back to eating for a moment. “We should do this more. This is fun.”

“I do quite like this. It’s relaxing to take a break every now and then,” he says.

The two of you keep talking, about home, friends, hobbies, school, etc, when you felt a raindrop on your cheek. You look over at Armin, who looks up at the rain.

“Guess it’s time to go,” he says, slightly frowning. You stand up, getting the trash from your ice cream and start walking over to the trash can. It’s under one of those buildings that look like metal car awnings, but with benches and the board that shows the directory and rules of the beach. Armin follows suit.

“We really should have checked the weather,” you say, disposing of your trash, “I don’t feel comfortable with either of us biking in the rain on the road like this.”

Armin throws his trash away, “We’ll be okay, it’s not a whole lot,” he says. “Besides, you can call someone if you don’t feel comfortable.”

You sit down on a bench, looking on your phone. “Looks like it’s not supposed to stay for too long. We could just stay here for a while if you’re okay with it.” He sits down next to you and nods. He looks between you two and sees the small gap.

“Sorry,” he says as he moves further away.

“Hey, it’s okay,” you say. You want to tell him how you feel, you really do, but if he doesn’t feel the same, you’re afraid things won’t go back to normal.

You start to say his name at the same time he speaks, which causes you to both chuckle. “You go first,” he says.

“Go ahead, I’ve already forgotten what I was saying.”

“That quickly?” he smiles.

“Apparently.”

“Well I- I don’t know how to put this properly, but…”

“But what?”

“I want to do this more often, and I know you already said that but I really miss hanging out with you.” He looks over at you, waiting for your reaction.

“I miss you too,” you say. You felt your cheeks darken as your face warmed up. You look over at him, he was just the same as you. That gave you the confidence you needed. “I really like you, Armin.”

He looks up at you suddenly, “You mean like, more than friends?” he asks you nervously.

“Yeah. More than friends. I have for a while but I just haven’t said anything.” You look away until he says something, not wanting to face him as he’s making up his mind, but he answers almost immediately.

“I do too! I- I mean I just didn’t say anything because I wasn’t sure if you felt the same.” You felt your breath hitch in your throat, wanting to say something, but you just didn’t have the right words.

“Well, um, we should definitely do this more often then,” you finally say, giving him a smile.

“Do you uh, want to hold hands?” he asks shyly.

“Should we?”

“It’ll be fine as long as we wash our hands when we get home.” You nodded and stuck out your hand. He took it as he moved a bit closer to you.

You two just sat there for a moment, taking everything in. The rain, each other, the sounds coming from the road. Even though it seemed so new, it felt good. It felt right. Armin started speaking again, talking about how he’s been thinking of this moment for a long time. You smiled and continued the conversation for a decent half hour, still clasping hands.

You finally heard the rain let up and the sun began to shine through the clouds.

“You want to go down to the shore for a bit now?” You asked him.

“Of course,” he said. You got up, taking him by the hand down the hill.

#aot #aot x reader #snk #snk x reader #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan #attack on titan x reader #shingeki no kyojin x reader #armin arlert x reader #armin x reader #fluff? i guess

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Buttercup & her best friend Guk

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pairing: Jeon Jungkook x reader genre: angssstt(don’t be fooled by the title, this is angsty stuff), some fluff, slight smut(?) idk I’ve never written anything describing ‘doing the deed’ before- friends to best friends THEN to lovers au lol, touch oriented Jungkook, ex-boyfriend Jimin word count: 6k warnings: smut(not too explicit but a bit rough) check out my mlist

Description: Jungkook has become someone very important to you over the last couple of years. But after your last experience with dating your best friend, you resolve to repressing your feelings. Until Jungkook can’t repress his own, anymore.

A/N: I had started writing this before the comeback but could only finish now. Btw the comeback was too lit i can’t even- Anyways, I hope you like this oneshot. As always, I’ll really appericiate if you leave feedback. I’d love to know what you think so that I can improve my writing. Enjoy!

Guk is your friend. He has always been ever since you got to know each other. What changed in the course of last few years was how close of a friend he was to you. You met him through Jimin, your former crush of a best friend as you liked to call him. See, being Jimin's best friend was easy at that time. Jimin is so full of love that he can't help but share it with others. And your clingly but cute friendship with him had started right after randomly getting paired in a group project in freshman year. But things move so fast with that guy.

You'd admit, despite having a long line of girls insterested in him, the fact that Jimin would always walk to you after stepping inside the school had you squirming and squeaking inside. Which sped up the whole falling for your best friend process excessively. And once you kissed him at that stupid frat party when you were both drunk, he felt like he had to respond to not have you feeling bad. The start of all your problems..

Because after being together for half a year, you overheard him talking to Hoseok about how your first kiss had actually happened. And it made you furious with thinking he was pity dating you that whole time.

And as fast as it begun, it was over. You were heartbroken for sure but realized maybe you weren't a great pair to begin with. As best friends, you were. With how you could talk to each other about everything, how you'd help each other with every problem and how much fun days would be. But the awful outcome of all of that was your friendship was lost in the process, too. Your friendship with Jimin meant you get to spend time with six other amazing guys that you loved, on a daily basis once. But unfortunately that too, was no longer possible for you after the break-up.

Except for Jungkook.

As you had a falling out with Jimin, you grew closer with Jungkook. In fact, when you told him why you guys broke up, he went to Jimin and Hoseok's place in fury and had a serious fight with Jimin. Which damaged their relationship as well. Normally rushing like that without having a talk wasn't something Guk would do. Especially to his hyungs, whom he loved and respected very much.

But seeing the fragile look on your face that night, with tears theatening to fall down from your eyes, something came over him. Because in all the time he had known you, he hadn't witnessed a moment when you seemed week. It was characteristic of you to put up a front and hide it when you were struggling. But that night you were too hurt to pretend. And having Guk around, you didn't feel like you had to. His embrace was comfortable enough to fall apart in. So when you started trembling as he had his arms around you, he felt like his heart was being ripped out. Hence, the fight. And they didn't go on to become enemies or anything but it wasn't the same between him and his hyungs either.

Guk stayed with you since then. Not replacing the role of being your best friend but giving it a whole new meaning. Because he became someone you opened your heart to like you did to no one else.

Which is the reason why you're sitting on the hood of his car right now, staring at the night sky. It's chilly and you don't have a coat but it's okay. Because just as you suddenly shiver a little, a blanket is being wrapped around you. "Lucky you left these in the car after the last picnic." Jungkook says as he joins you on the hood and adds his arms to cover you from the cold. This isn't unusual for you two, especially since Jungkook is touch-oriented and you enjoy cuddles. What's kind of out of the ordinary is how quiet Jungkook's been all night. You've noticed but didn't mention it up until now, hoping he'd open up at some point. Because you were his confidant just as he was yours.

But Jungkook just kept his head low for the most of the night. It was his idea to come out here by the river, too. Which is a bit strange. Normally he'd make fun of you for planning a hangout such as this one, calling you a hopeless romantic. He seems calm but when he looks off into the distance, you can somehow see his mind is full and foggy.

"Are you gonna tell me what's on your mind, Guk?"

He looks down at you in surprise. "What do you mean?"

You want to continue but out of nowhere, you find yourself trying to repress a smile, because of the way his face seems upside down. Your head is currently positioned on his chest and you're apperantly still a child cause you find the reverted sight of his head funny.

"What's funny?" His demenour changes when he notices your lips curving, his features soften.

"Nothing. Other than your face." you tease. To such a comment, he'd usually respond with a forehead flick or something. But this time he giggles. "Your face upside down is quite the sight too, Y/N." He knows you like the back of his hand. He slowly removes a string of hair out of your eyes and to the back of your ear. Then turns back to watching the distance.

"I can see something's bothering you, Gukkie. Tell me what it is, so I can fix it." Your statement's geniune. You'd do anything to help him and he knows it. He also knows you're the only one who can fix what's wrong with him. That's why it hurts him to not be able to say it.

"I'm starting to like this kind of thing. You know, getting all cozy watching the stars and all. I'm afraid you're rubbing off on me."

You know he's just making this up to avoid the question but pushing the subject isn't the way to go with Jungkook. You'll take your time trying to figure out what's up.

"Then the solution is clear. You gotta get rid of me."

His gaze falls on you once more. "Don't even think for a second I'm ever letting you go."

That sentence is everything. It's reassuring and intimate but moreover, real. More real than what others promised to you before. After Jimin, you tried your chances with other guys. Luck wasn't on your side, though. Every bad ending made you close yourself more and shut others out. Making trust almost impossible. Guk is the only guy you can believe when he says he won't abandon you.

"Wanna head back? It's getting even colder out here." Jungkook suggests after a while of enjoying each other's company in silence. But sees that you've already fallen asleep on his chest. He has to carry you to the car and then to your house. Being as gentle as possible, he places you on your bed, lingering above you a bit longer than necessary.

Just as he's about to leave, you open your eyes ever so slightly when you feel the warmness of his touch fading away. "Hey.. stay.."

Jungkook's breath hitches and then he sighes heavily. "Now you wake up?"

Smiling at his complaint with your eyes half closed, you hold a grip on his wrist. "I'm sorry. Will you stay?"

Of course he will. "I was gonna come back to drive you to class in the morning, anyway. So why not?" He slips under the covers next to you, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you to him. Which makes your smile grow even wider.

"C'moon, Y/N. Hurry!" Jungkook whines and pulls you down the stairs of your aparment in a rush. He just came over to your place at five in the morning, waking you up and dragging you out, claiming that he needed to show you something. You don't even get to question just what it is exactly he has to show you at this stupid hour when you make your way to the street.

"Did it shrink?"

Jungkook looks at you with confused eyes. "What?"

You lift your index finger to point at the motorcycle he's currently sitting on. "Did your car shrink to this?"

As soon as the penny drops Jungkook bursts into laugther, producing cute sounding giggles. Then, he is finally able to control himself. "And here I was, excited to show you my bike! I thought you'd like it." A playful pout settles on his lips.

"I- I mean it looks great, it's just.." you drag your sentence out at first, embarresed to say it but finally you give up with a sigh and admit. "I like it better in a car where it's- you know, safe."

Another round of merciless laughter comes from Guk. Until he notices you glaring. "It's not that dangerous, Y/N."

"Oh really?" You lift your left eyebrow in disbelief. It's only been a few days since you saw that motorcycle accident on the news, too. The balls this guy has, you think. When he senses that you're about to give him a whole lecture on the subject, mentioning known motorcycle accident rates and all, he quickly cuts you off and adds, "I mean, you don't have to worry because I'll be the one riding it, buttercup."

There it is. Buttercup. The nickname he mostly uses when he wants to convince you to do something you don't wanna do. (He also rarely calls you that if a moment you're having is too intimate.)

You cross your arms and just stand there, still glaring at him. His playful pout is then joined by sad doe eyes. "See?" he reaches up a helmet to you, bright purple with colorful decorations on it. It's pretty cute, you have to admit. "I had designed this helmet just for you and everything, too." When you still don't say a word, he gets up from the seat and comes towards you.

"Don't you trust me, buttercup?"

You take the helmet out of his hands and place it on your head, causing Jungkook's pout to transform into a bunny smile.

"Get ready for a hell of a fun ride, Y/N." he says with a smirk as you settle behind him.

"If you kill us, I won't hang out with you in hell."

"Yes, you will. But we'll be fine, trust me."

In fact, you do trust him. You know he's had his M1 licence for years now and he's been saving up for a bike maybe his whole life. It's just the other people on the streets that you have a problem trusting. Since those so called car drivers tend to not see bike riders in traffic. But as you slowly start crusing the streets you realize there aren't many cars out there if any. Considering how early it is, it’s not exactly a surprise.

Jungkook starts picking up speed, not all at once but little by little. And you don't notice until you feel the wind harsh against your face. "Guk, don't go crazy." You hear him hum affirmatively over the motor sound. But he doesn't slow down. On the contrary, he's going even faster.

He makes a sudden turn and you grab his waist tightly in panic. Speed was never really your thing but it is just so Jungkook. By this point, you're not even looking around you. You're just ducked down behind Jungkook, holding onto him like a lifeline, eyes shut tight and head burried in his nape.

Then, Jungkook slows down. The roaring sound of the motor dials down and it takes a moment for you to finally open your eyes. When you do, you see that you're crossing a bridge. The dawn is breaking and the sky is splendid. You see every shade of yellow, orange and red up there. The wind is soft and the heat of the rising sun warms you to your bones. It's probably one of the most precious things you've ever witnessed. And you don't know why, but the sunrise resembles Jungkook in your mind. Only, the glow of his skin under it nearly outshines the sun itself. That's how beautiful Jungkook looks.

Your grip on his waist loosens but it's still there. Now, you're just holding him in content, wanting to share the moment. "This is what I wanted to show you, buttercup." His voice is just above a whisper. And you silently thank him by placing a soft but long kiss on his shoulder. Which is worth more than words to Jungkook.

"I wanna go~"

Jungkook cannot roll his eyes enough to express his disagreement. He's had more than enough of frat parties over the course of your college years.

"But I thought we weren't gonna do frat parties anymore."

"It's been years since we've been to one. I just think it could be fun, you know. And they have the best booze."

Well, they have free booze. But yeah, free booze is the best booze, Jungkook agrees. This particular frat house is the one his hyungs hangs out at, however. Since Taehyung and Namjoon live there. It used to be the usual chilling place back when you were dating Jimin. You haven't been there since the break-up and neither has Jungkook.

"You know he'll be there, Y/N." You give him a careless shrug. "Yeah. I don't care. I'm tired of running away from him." He looks at you with squinted eyes, wondering what caused your change of heart after almost three years. It doesn't look like you're gonna give up. "Fine. We'll go."

When you get there the party has already started but the door is closed, as always. Frat boys don't allow intruders. After ringing the bell rapidly you wait there, hoping someone can hear it over the music and moments later, a tall brunette opens the door and gasps immediately.

"Hey, Taehyung."

Next thing you know is Taehyung launching at you, trapping you in a tight hug. "I missed you, Y/N." he says with a muffled voice. You weren't expecting such a warm welcome. But Taehyung's always been an amazing friend to you. You can't deny that you've missed him, too. He breaks away from you only to tackle Jungkook down to the ground. "Finally remembered the way to hyung's house, have you Guk?" Thankfully, you're familiar with this hugging/wrestling thing they always did back then.

"Wanna let us in?" Guk manages to say while getting pinned down.

You make your way inside and apparently shit has already gone crazy. Everyone is making out with someone at some corner, the smell of weed is all over the place and beer pong seems to have turned into a fight rather than a friendly competition.

Taehyung fixes you up with two glasses of whiskey, since you're special guests. And okay, Jungkook can understand that Taehyung has missed you and wants to catch up but oh why does he have to walk in between you two? he thinks. His hands are all over you, too. Which is normal for you, you know he's touchy with all his close friends but it just annoys the hell out of Jungkook right now.

When you arrive at the big living room, you see him. Park Jimin in all his might. It's obvious he hasn't lost the king of beer pong title to anyone, with the way he's standing gracefully in front of the table and how people around him are worshipping him. He seems the same, except for the hair. He's dyed it pink. Jimin hasn't seen you yet and as he starts looking your way you take cover behind the boys.

"It's safe, he's gone the other way, honey." Taehyung informs. Honey? What the fuck? are Jungkook's thoughts.

You come out to see Jimin sitting on the sofa, with his back facing you. A girl comes to sit on his lap, grinding her hips on his and her lips are all over his neck. Jimin's too busy to notice you, tonight.

"Y/N." Jungkook appears in front of you. "We can still get out of here and go to a club or something-"

"No! We're gonna have fun and we'll do it here." Stubbernness usually comes with tipsy Y/N package, both Jungkook and Taehyung know this. So you stay.

After a while, when you've gulped down your third glass of whiskey and had a couple of vodka shots, you're ready to go crazy. Taehyung puts on a groovy hip hop song, wondering if you still own the dance-floor at parties. You don't. But with the amount of alcohol in your veins you forget that and get up on the table. When you start moving to the beat, a lot of woo-hoos can be heard. You've got some moves so this used to be your thing back then. People are gathering around you, cheering. Jungkook is trying to stay close to catch you in case you lose balance.

Which you eventually do and you stumble backwards on the edge but fall to the opposite side of Jungkook. And right into the arms of Jimin. Perfect.

"Caught you." he says and you gulp. First interaction in almost three years and you're in his arms. Jimin slowly and gently puts you down, helping you stand straight. "You're still the best drunk dancer around, huh?" His eyes are locked with yours. Why is he trying to converse with you? Why did he even save you? The last time you were together, you were shouting at him with anger, not even letting him speak. Didn't he hate you after that like you thought?

"I really am drunk."

"Let's get you to the couch-"

Jungkook runs over to you and pulls you to himself. "Buttercup, you okay?" You nod and he sighes in relief. Jimin leaves when Guk shows up, though.

Jungkook sits you down on the couch, examining your body for possible injuries but Taehyung calls him over.

"C'mon Guk! These guys are challenging your record. Let's show 'em." Jungkook tries to wave his hand to signal no but you stop him. "Just go. I'm fine."

"Y/N you just fell from-"

"I'm okay, I was caught. We're supposed to be having fun and you haven't finished your first drink yet. Just go and beat those guys in shots. Show 'em whose boss, Guk." Jungkook's record of downing more shots than anyone is important to him whether he admits it or not. But he hesitates to leave you. You have to push him and kick him on the butt lightly to make him go over there.

Once he leaves, you're once again across the view of the same girl devouring Jimin's neck. And this time, Jimin is responding. Unbottoning her shirt and kissing all over her bra. It's becoming too much for you to watch. Not that you're jealous, you've been over him for quite some time. But the sight just brings back the memory of a guy touching you or kissing you because he loved you. Well, you thought he loved you back then. That's why it was too hard to find out the truth about your relationship. After him, none of the guys you dated could make you feel special either. Even sex was just sex at a certain point so you stopped having that, too.

You get up and go to another room but the sudden movement makes you dizzy. Wobbly walking without looking ahead, you bump into someone.

"Shit, I'm sorry-"

"It's okay." he says and catches you when you lose balance again. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, just moved suddenly that's all. I'm fine now."

He's tall. And definetely attractive. He pushes his hair back and you notice his lip ring. Fuck.. you love lip rings. Things escalate quickly and you find yourself dancing with him, bodies really close. It gets real steamy real fast when he places his lips on your neck.

"You're really beautiful." he whispers in your ear. "And I love the way you move to the beat." Compliments are only to get in your pants and you know it. But you don't mind, maybe it's what you seek. "You're not so bad yourself." After dancing and talking some more, he suggests to go somewhere else but you don't wanna waste time so you take him upstairs. Meanwhile Jungkook's been looking for you, going around the house and catches sight of you at the last second, seeing you going up the stairs and dragging someone with.

He tries to get to you quickly but the way is blocked with college students dancing and high out of their minds. It takes a while for him to break through and get to the staircase. You've already reached the closest room, Taehyung's. But it's occupied. By none other than Jimin and that girl. Seeing that fires you up even more and you drag the guy to Namjoon's room. Thankfully that one's available.

But someone barges in. "What the fuck are you doing?" It's Jungkook. He's pissed.

"Dude, what the fuck are you doing? Can't you see we're busy-" Jungkook grabs the guy and drags him out. Despite being shorter, he's more built and easily overpowers him. Then, closes the door flat on his face and turns to you.

"Jungkook, what the-"

"Do you know who he is?" he shouts at you.

"Yeah, the guy I was about to bang-"

"Do you even know his name, Y/N?" he's practically screaming at this point.

"It's Minjae or something."

"It's Jaebum. And he's a dick. He just wants to sleep with you and that's it. Do you know how many girls he played with? He's a fuckboy-"

"Great. That's what I wanted. I wanted someone who knows how to fuck good and you just kicked him out!" You shout back. This isn't like him, he's never intervened like this before. And he's shocked to hear you say those things. You, who wouldn't even bother having a one night stand anymore because of how meaningless it seemed.

"Why are you doing this, Y/N? Is it because of Jimin?"

"No!" Your face drops. "Yes?- I don't know. I just wanted someone to make me feel special. I haven't felt like that for the longest time, Guk."

Jungkook's whole demeanour changes and his eyes go dark. "And you go to that guy? A stranger you don't even know, to make you feel special?" He moves closer to you, making your heart race. You take a step back but your back hits the wall. He's trapped you. "You think he can give it to you better than I can?" He's so close that you feel his breath on your neck.

"Unlike him, I know just how special you are," One of his hands finds your shoulder. "how beautiful you are," That hand travels down your arm and finds your waist. "how strong but also how delicate you actually are." He grips your waist tightly, pulling you closer if that's even possible. "But I never even cross your mind like that, do I?" He speaks as if the words are venom. Almost like he's hurt. But what he doesn't know is he has been in your mind like that. More than once or twice.

"You do.." It's barely even audible so Jungkook has to ask again in shock.

"What?"

"You do cross my mind like that. I just-"

His lips are on yours.

What you were hoping to get from that Jaebum guy tonight can't even get close to this feeling and all Jungkook's doing is kissing you. But it's too deep to be labeled as just a kiss. Very rough but passionate, open mouthed and wet. He practically has to rip himself apart from you to let the both of you breath.

Your hands instinctively go to his belt, trying sloppily to unbuckle it. Which makes him freeze and come out of the frenzy he was in.

"Wait. Y/N, are we going too far?"

Not the time to be considerate Guk, you think but his hand finds yours and stops them.

"Not far enough, Guk." You slap his hand away and get to the task at hand once more.

"Y/N- I won't be able to stop if you keep this up. Are you- are you sure-"

"Jungkook.. please.." You have no idea what's gotten into you. Maybe it's the repressed feelings you've been having for him coming to surface or maybe it’s the alcohol but you're dying for him to touch you right now. "Just please.."

And that's all it takes for his eyes to go dark again. Next thing you know is you're on the bed, no clue how or when you got there and Jungkook is pushing into you relentlessly. When did you get undressed? When did he even put the condom on? Time is so wobbly in that moment. It feels like seconds and hours at the same time. And Jungkook turns out to be right. He does know you the best. Every inch of your body he'd already learned from all the times you held each other close. Somehow, he knows exactly where to touch and how.

Every moan from you is music to his ears and he gives his all to hear more of it. Moans turn into his name as you close in on your climax. "J-Jungkook ahh.. Jungkook.." you scream on and on and he can't hold much longer, either. His thrusts become sloppy but determined to satisfy you the best as he claimed, he keeps filling you up.

"Don't stop. I'm almost there.. I'm-" you cum all over him and he follows soon after. All the while having the most dazed smile on his face. After pulling out, he connects your lips once more but this time it's softer. Like he's savouring the taste.

Then he lies next to you and silence takes over. You want to say something but all words are lost to you. Everything is overwhelming, from the way you’re both out of breath to how his head is burried in the crook of your neck. Guk on the other hand seems to be in a bliss.

"I.. I love you, buttercup." he manages to say before dozing off. You open your mouth to say something, but close it when you hear the light sleeping noises coming from him. He's only saying that because of what just happened, right?

Taehyung finds you like that in his bed a couple of hours later and kicks the two of you out. "I have to bleach my sheets and my eyes now, thanks." he complains while doing so. You make him swear to never speak of this to anyone and he complies. "I'm blocking this memory out completely, don't worry."

The ride home is silent. You still hold Jungkook's waist on the bike but he doesn't stay with you when you get home. Even though he'll come back in a few hours to take you to class. You don't ask why, you need to take time to process everything, as well.

Last night is the fifth time in a row that you don't get enough sleep. A couple of weeks has past since that night with Jungkook and honestly.. you’re fucked to say the least. On the surface it looks like you’re both moving on with your lives as normal, almost like nothing happened. Almost being the keyword here. Because once you take a closer look, you can see that the times he stays over at your place has dialed down to a zero. Touching each other freely is no longer an option, either. And these among many others are the reasons you can’t sleep properly.

Your plan is to talk to him tonight. The original plan is going to Taehyung’s birthday party that’s being held in a club. After the frat party he insisted both of you to join since you’ve missed the last two birthdays of his. And you agreed. Especially because Guk was starting to patch things up with his hyungs again and you had missed the guys as well. And you’re gonna talk to Guk when you see him there. For sure.

If he ever comes near you for more than ten seconds, that is. The venue is cramped up with lots of people and Jungkook must’ve made it his mission to speak to each and every one of them because he won’t stop moving around. After trying to get him alone for countless times and failing, you retreat to the sitting area with the biggest frown on your face. Jimin finds you and sits next to you.

“Why are you sulking in the corner? Don’t let Taehyung see you like this, he says everyone has to be having the time of their lives and he seems pretty strict about it.” Considering that Taehyung’s a drama queen, that sounds about right.

“I can’t get Jungkook to pay attention to me.”

Jimin smiles at your pouty face. “Oh no! A lovers’ quarrel?”

“Wha- No! We’re not- lovers.” you air-quote the word ‘lovers’, it always sounded strange to you.

Confusion can be read on Jimin’s face. “Really? We always thought you guys were dating. Are you sure you’re not?” The last part he says in a teasing voice.

“I’m positive Jimin, don’t make fun of me.” you’re still sulking.

“I’m not. So what happened?”

You turn your head to look at him. After all this time, you feel like you can still talk to him and he’ll understand. “I- I mean we- well, it happened so suddenly but-”

“You guys had sex.”

Your eyes go wide and your mouth drops with shock.

“Taehyung told me how he caught you two.” Jimin shrugs. That traitor.

“Okay, yes. And I think I scared him away. Just like I did to you.” You laugh at the irony bitterly.

Jimin turns completely to you and makes you face him as well. “Look Y/N, I never really had the chance to explain back then but- you didn’t scare me away. It wasn’t like what you thought. Yeah, our first kiss was totally out of nowhere for me but I truly loved dating you. I did, in a really short time, fall for you. And I was in no way pity dating you. It was all real, I swear.”

Wait, what? You had fought with Jimin all those years ago and ended your relationship over nothing? And you screamed at him, blamed him for something so shitty that he didn’t even actually do? Your heart sank. “Jimin, I-”

“Look, I was sad but I moved on. I know you have, too. To Jungkook. I was pretty upset, thinking he stole you from me for quite some time.”

“Jimin, I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t need to say anything to me. But just- it’s okay that you’ve fallen for your best friend. It wasn’t a mistake then and it’s not a mistake now. But talk to him about it, alright?”

Well fuck. He's right. You have fallen for your best friend again. Two things are different about this time, though. The first is this time you managed to hide it, even from your self. Because of how badly things ended before. And the second thing is what you feel for Jungkook is poles apart from your former feelings for Jimin.

If the first time your desire was a candle light, this time it's the sun in its entirety. And even though you've been flying too close to it this whole time, it doesn't burn you, instead it warms your soul. The simple sight of Jungkook is enough to comfort you and his arms are always home. And ever since you've had a taste of him, the taste of his body linking with yours in a perfect fit and the blissful feeling following that, you know this isn't like anything you've felt before.

"So.. it looks like your moment of clarity is in process. I'm gonna go get Gukkie." Jimin says and gets up.

You stop him for a moment, gripping his shirt. "Thanks, Jimin. And I'm sorry." Then you let your grip go and put on a guilty but geniune smile. He smiles understandingly as response before going to find Jungkook.

Jimin gets up on one of the futons to get a better view into the crowd. Which helps him locate the younger boy. He suddenly feels nervous as he walks closer to Jungkook. He had no problem talking to you but somehow he had this stupid pride about talking to Jungkook until now. Because yeah, you yelled at him and said heavy things but Jungkook.. one of the people who knows him best didn't even bother asking if what he heard was true. And the fight they had was a physical one. Which left Jungkook with a bleeding nose, Jimin with a black eye and both of them with broken hearts.

Jimin slowly taps on Guk's shoulder, making him turn around.

"Can I talk to you Jungkook?"

Jungkook's eyes tear up a bit but he holds it in. He's always felt guilty about how he treated Jimin back then and carried that with him for a long time. And now, all of that mixed with the little alcohol in his system, makes him emotional. Especially because it's Jimin who made the first approach, even though it's Jungkook who was at fault. "Hyung.. I-"

"Both of us were lost in a misunderstanding that day. But I'm the hyung, I should've made things right. I'm sorry-"

"No! I am. I don't know why I attacked you like that, without even trying understand you before. And I was a coward for not coming to sort things out all this time. Hyung, please forgive me for hurting you."

Jimin's eyes turn into crescents and he pulls the younger in a tight hug. "We've all missed you so you have to make up for all the lost time, punk." He jokingly scolds him but in brotherly language, it means he accepts the apology.

"I will hyung. In fact, let's have a drink-" Jungkook smiles as they part. But Jimin makes him turn his body towards you. "First, talk to her."

"Wha-"

"A bit of advice, tell her exactly how you feel. No lies." Then he practically shoves Guk your way. You were already walking to him so you meet halfway when Jungkook -being pushed- clashes into you, making you stumble backwards.

Thankfully he catches you before you fall but now, his arms completely surround you and your faces are only inches apart. "Shit- you okay Y/N?"

"Yeah, you?"

He nods but doesn't let go for a while, staring into your eyes with his own misty, chocolate ones.

"Did you talk to Jimin-ie hyung about something? Cuz he was just mentioning-"

"Why are you avoiding me after- that night?" you cut him off in a moment of boldness, returning the intense gaze back. And you can feel his body tense up immediately after. The clouds in his eyes grow and worry is written all over them.

"You didn't say it back. And I felt so stupid."

Your stomach drops. You didn't say that you loved him back and that's why he felt like he made a mistake.

"I felt like I pushed you into what happened that night. Just because I'm irrevocably in love with you, doesn't mean that you have to feel the same way-"

Not being able to take it anymore, you clash your lips onto his. You don't think you can explain with words just how much you do love him back. How he became your closest and then your whole life. So you pour everything into that kiss, hoping he might understand.

And he returns the kiss in light speed. But you can tell that he's shocked from the way his hands lift up from around your body. When you part, the mist in his eyes are gone and replaced by sparkles.

"I'm sorry. I love you so bad that I feared I'd push you away. That's why I couldn't say it back. The last time I fell for my best friend-"

"I'm not Jimin." he says. You're very well aware. His eyes go big in realization and he backs away from you a little before speaking. "So.. I'm not a dumbass for thinking that all of our picnics, night drives, all the times we sat by the river looking at the sky and every movie we saw huddled together always felt like it could actually be a date?"

A smile creeps up on your mouth because these are all exactly your thoughts. Everything you've done together felt like the best date ever. Even the goofiest stuff.. You nod at him, still smiling.

His hands find your body again, softly surrounding your waist as he pulls you closer to himself. "We don't have to change much for them to be real dates. Just add a couple of kisses from now on and that's it." He jokes around. "So, will you have me?" His gaze goes a little fragile while asking that. If anything, he's a dumbass for thinking he has to ask.

"Only if you add some of what you did to me that night into the mix." You say slyly and he fakes a dramatic gasp.

"You're naughty. But I'm sure I can fix you up. When are you available?"

You go closer to his ear and mutter the next words only above a whisper. "Right now."

Then you both giggle as you hastily make your way out of there. It's safe to say this is the best night you've had in quite a while. And it'll only get better from now on.

...

A/N: My first Jungkook fic!! I know it was long, thanks sooo much if you bared with me and read it. I hope you enjoyed it. Also, idk if you’ve read any of my previous work but if you have, you might’ve seen that I’m always asking for feedback but end up not getting it(i mean comments, your likes are very much appreciated ofc). It really does mean a great deal to me to see what you guys think of my fics. So I’d be glad to read your comments. Anyways, have a lovely dayyy :)

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kreekey · 4 years

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also 6- I remember people used to quote how the apple crew didn't like when she ordered them as a reason to hate her like SERIOUSLY? white men hate a foreigner woman (who's recovering from a miscarriage btw) how tf is that not coming from internalized racism/sexism? and 7- I remember an audio from get back (?) sessions where Linda was repeatedly saying Jahn JAhn, making fun of yoko's accent, to get the whole squad laughing.

6 Haha I know. Here’s the Barry Miles quote, from the Zapple Diaries:

John railed to anyone who would listen that the other Beatles and the staff of Apple hated Yoko because they were racists, but this was not true. As Derek Taylor pointed out, they didn’t hate her, but they didn’t love her either. As for the accusation of racism – musicians and most of the music industry have traditionally always been free of racism and bigotry, although there might have been a residual anti-Japanese feeling (the war had only ended twenty years earlier and stories about Japanese wartime atrocities frequently featured in the newspapers). Still, the real reason that people disliked Yoko was because she ordered them about and sent them on errands in a particularly rude way; she was brought up with servants, and that’s how she treated the staff of Apple.

As thecurvature said in response:

...I’m really just smacked in the face and simply can’t ignore the utter absurdity, obliviousness, and inability to self reflect in the assertion that musicians!!!! and the music indutry!!!! have always been free of racism and bigotry!!!!! Like that’s literally the dumbest whitest shit this white woman has ever fucking heard. Anyone who has the gall to believe that to the extent that they actually wrote it down and shared it with the world has shown their racist hand and relinquished their right to a fucking opinion.

(There is no war in Ba Sing Se no racism in the 1960s. Maybe a teeny tiny bit lol. Certainly not enough to influence anybody’s opinions at all.) But yes it’s true she was born with servants, in fact in 1945 after the US firebombings of Toyko, Yoko's mother took her three children and their last remaining servant to the countryside where the chance of air raid was decreased. But yes, Yoko had a relatively privileged childhood, and when she grew older, she also rebelled against materialism and such facets of her background lol, I believe she hadn’t had a ‘servant’ in roughly two decades by that time? And it’s true she suffered miscarriages and a car crash during that time, was also already hated by the public, and was dealing with the fact contemporaries were saying her avant-garde career was dead already. And there is the factor that, especially at that time, many white men would’ve (subconsciously?) resented a non-subservient foreigner woman. But it’s not like the Beatles themselves have ever been rude to staff. For one example, Emerick recalled in his biography that during a White Album recording session, John’s amp was up to “an ear-splitting level” and he politely asked John to lower the volume so he could better record it. John replied caustically and asked him to just do his bloody job, and “Come on, get with it, Emerick. I think it’s about bloody time you got your act together.” This made Emerick mad, he couldn't even respond. He also said it was more memorable than the fact Yoko first joined them that same day too (she was reportedly very quiet/shy, John just plunked her there lol). And I don’t have a link, but Barry Miles did a talk/Q&A during which he had an anecdote where Paul really chewed out an underling who had brought him a drink, but forgot a coaster. Around that time, some of Paul’s staff mentioned he could be hard to deal with. ...However, this was around the time Linda’s health wasn’t great, so he was under stress. But does Yoko’s stress not count, or something? Idk. There is a certain empathy usually extended to idols like Paul and withheld from Yoko.

Also some other accounts on Yoko’s personality:

...Yoko seem[ed] to many people a manipulating, psychic, power-wielding egotist who would stop at nothing to get her way. This judgement hid the truth from people who didn't want to face it: Yoko's appeal, to John and the people close to her, was that she was such a strong-minded, artistic individualist. She combined all this with a fearsome practicality. Above all, she would not tolerate weakness in people. Many people who were aware of their own frailties winced at Yoko's intuitive recognition of their failure to do anything about them. John did not; he wanted his woman forceful, intelligent, powerful, domineering, and one step ahead of the game.

... One of the popular myths about John Lennon has been that he was tough, hard-hearted, vicious, and unsentimental. One of the great myths of Yoko Ono is that she is a manipulative witch, power-hungry, and cold. The reverse is true in both cases. Lennon was incurable romantic all his life and that quality manifested itself with great intensity after his reunion with Yoko. Yoko too has always been emotional, tearful, and compassionate.

Lennon, by Ray Coleman

It was a big plus to her [Yoko's] personality, that she's strong... but not to say overbearing, not 'mean' strong, you know. She's a tough girl. You know, a good New Yorker can take care of herself and she doesn't get pushed around too easily. And I think that helped John 'cause John would have more of a tendency to be nice to somebody or you know, say, 'Okay,' when he didn't really mean 'Okay,' because he didn't want to piss somebody off. You know, whereas, Yoko would be much more pragmatic. It the answer was 'No,' she'd just say 'No' and say, 'Next question.'

Elliot Mintz in Lennon Revealed, by Larry Kane

7 I haven’t heard that audio, so I really can’t comment on it. If someone has a link? The Get Back tapes are hours and hours long so I can’t look for it myself haha sorry. I’d love to give Linda the benefit of the doubt, and the social climate of the 1960s was surely different (and the mood just in Abbey Road Studios was tense as well.)

Anyway thank you anon for sending these in! Interesting points to consider, some comparisons and things I hadn’t even thought of. Also nice to hear people bring that up because it can be hard to discuss things like this, things like racism in the fandom or double standards. But it’s worthwhile, IMO. If anyone has anything to add, I’d be interested in that too <3.

#whole squad laughing.lol anon #again ty for sending in your thoughts #yoko ono #asks #anon #answers #long post #the beatles fandom #retrospective

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darlinvandijk · 5 years

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Don’t talk to her like that

Concept: request for “maybe where they are dating, and she is there at the m&g and some girls are rude, and he gets all protective??”, it’s gonna be angsty as fuck but with a cute ending. Dm me and whatnot for requests or ideas! Also a friend had some great ideas and wanted to be a co-writer for this one, she did absolutely amazing helping me out! (Sorry this is so fucking long btw) Hope you enjoy :)

Today Ruel had one last concert before going on a two week break, let’s just say the boy was literally buzzing around with excitement for the free time he was going to have soon. I’m currently laying across the bed on the back of the tourbus, watching him play fifa like I usually do. He finishes a match before turning to me with the grin of a Cheshire Cat, knowing that look on his face I immediately try to push my body out of his reach, but as usual his long ass arms grabbed me instantly. Within seconds I’m hanging over his shoulder, basically a million feet above the ground, as he chants and tells everyone on the bus how good he is at fifa.

“Ruel dumbass put me down,” I shriek, laughter pouring out of me as he jostles my body around, all of the crew pulling their phones out to record the chaos. “Bubs we gotta go or you’ll be late, we can’t be late to another concert or Nate is going to take your game” I try to reason with the tall boy, my body slamming against his back as he instantly freezes.

He immediately jogs out of the bus, along with the few other crew members with us, running into the venue so he can get up on stage. He sets me down next to the stairs, giving me a small kiss before interlocking our pinkies, making me kiss one side as he kissed the other for good luck. I watch him in awe, completely overwhelmed by my beautiful boy doing what he loves.

——

Ruel says his goodbyes to the crowd, thanking them for all the support they give him, before running off stage and coming straight to me. He lifts me up to spin me around, causing me to laugh at his excitement, before pushing him and his sweaty body away from me. He pulls me back instantly, connecting our lips in a soft kiss, causing all the crew backstage to coo at our relationship. We hear the click of a camera, turning to see Michelle smiling as she looks at the picture with the crew, all of them loving the relationship we have with each other.

He pulls me away to his dressing room, tossing me his phone as he rushes into the bathroom to shower, knowing he only has half an hour before he has to do his meet and greet. I walk over to his bag and pull out an outfit for him, before seating myself on the couch to play whatever games he has on his phone. I’m in the middle of playing angry birds when he runs out in a towel, giving me a boyish grin as he sees his outfit already laid out for him, walking over to place a kiss onto my forehead.

“Baby I’m so excited for this m&g, you know I love meeting the fans” he murmurs excitedly, pulling the sweater I picked out over his head. I let out a laugh, knowing that he was seconds away from bursting with excitement. I walk over and start to dry his hair, before fixing it so that it’s not tangled and messy. We walk out of the dressing room, heading straight to the little room where Michelle and the others are setting up the camera, waiting for them to give him instructions. He walks over to the couch and sits down, motioning me to go join him while he waits. Finally the time comes for us to go stand in the other room, so he can meet his fans before the pictures. Ruel grins at me, and leans down to press a quick kiss on my forehead as he makes his way to chair, before I turn to stand with Michelle off to the side, both of us smiling at the pure love he has for his fans.

"Okay Ruel, the girls are getting sent in now, you already know the drill" Nate confirms with him, watching him send a nod back in agreement. The doors then start opening as a group of teenage girls walk in, all animatedly talking, having not noticed the green eyed boy sitting in front of them. He stands up from his chair, causing the group of girls to freeze in shock, all of them in awe that he was truly standing in front of them. He sends them a grin before spreading his arms out, all of them rushing in to give him a group hug, but struggling because of the amount of them.

I stand off to the side of the room alone now, just watching with a smile at how happy they all were, before feeling Coco come up behind me and hug me. We both watch as the girls gathered in a complete circle around him, all trying to talk at once, spewing compliments and questions at him in a rush. After a couple minutes of questions Ruel walks into the other room, where the couch and camera were, letting the girls come in individually or in small groups for their pictures. Coco and I both laughing as we hear some of the picture requests the girls are asking for, knowing the look on his face must be hilarious right now.

"Babes, I'm just gonna get a drink, you want anything or a snack?" Coco questions, giving me a small grin while she waves Ruel’s credit card. I laugh at her crazy antics, turning to see the rest of the crew also laughing, knowing that she does this every time she can find his card. I swear her favorite hobby is to fuck with Ruel, she seriously thrives off of the reactions he gives her, but it’s his fault for never putting his wallet away, especially when he knows she’s going to keep doing it.

“I’m all good Co, thanks for asking though, but make sure you get him Cheetos or something” I laugh out, giving her a small wave as she practically skips out of the room, excited to make her way to another foreign store. I turn back to my original position, realizing I was left alone in the first room, since the rest of the crew went to go pack up the rest of the equipment. I anxiously start to play with my promise ring since I’m left with the rest of the fans since Nate, Michelle and Ruel were in the picture room. All of the girls were starting to look over at me, causing me to give them a small smile and wave like I usually do when I see them. Most returned the actions with excited looks, while three of the girls rolled their eyes and completely turned away from me, causing my stomach to instantly knot up with anxiety. I start to shift from side to side as a large portion of the girls make their way over to me, all of them watching me with wide eyes.

"I love you and Ruel, you guys are literally my favorite couple!" one of the girls gushed excitedly, the others surrounding me spewing out words of agreement. I smiled at the girls excitedly, but before I could even respond, another cut in -"you two are literally my OTP. I can't wait for you guys to just get married already" while jumping up and down. I blushed at all of their kind words before thanking them all, giving all of them individual hugs. They all started to ask me questions, wanting to know more about his personal life and our relationship. I answered what I could, before taking pictures with them, laughing and making jokes with them as we did so. As the large group of girls got called into the room for their group picture and mini personal q&a with him, they all turned to me to give me waves of goodbye and more rushed compliments, as I blushed and waved back.

"Have fun girls, feel free to ignore his jokes that he’ll make, since trust me I know they aren’t funny" I laugh out, watching as all of them laugh before making their way into the room. I was then left alone in the room with the girls who had seemed to take a disliking towards me. I decided to try once again to interact with them, wanting to have a positive relationship with all of his fans, smiling as the beautiful girls finally made their way towards me. I gave them all grins as I let out a sigh of relief, happy to interact with them, especially since I know how much his fans mean to him.

"Sooo you're the one dating Ruel right?" the first girl asks me mockingly, cocking her head to the side to look me up and down, instantly causing me to tense up at her tone. I give her a weary glance, before looking at the other two girls, watching them both look at me with the same judgemental look. I fiddle with my ring and start to chew on my bottom lip at the energy they are sending me, trying to figure out how to handle the situation since I’ve dealt with some fans sending hate, but I’ve never had a face to face situation before. I watch as their eyes instantly fly to my ring, causing them to tense up, eyes snapping to look at me with envy.

“Yeah, that’d be me.” I answer back hesitantly, sending them a small smile to ease the tension. The three of them simultaneously share a look, before turning back to me with fake smiles, eyeing me with a look that tells me this isn’t going to end up going well. I keep the smile on my face, trying my best to not let their attitudes get to me, the last thing I want is for his fans to hate me.

"I'm Alexis, and this is Ally and Annie" the main girl says, a cocky underlying tone, almost as if I was supposed to know who they were. I fight to hide the smile that was so close to breaking out on my face, at the fact that this was basically a cliche teen drama movie scene, with the typical mean girl group. Not only were their names similar, but they literally looked like clones of each other, I almost felt like I actually was in a teen movie. They continue to give me their cocky smiles, all whilst staring dead at me with a look I couldn’t decipher in their eyes. I feel my hands start to shake a little with anxiety, feeling insecure and scrutinized under the harsh glares of the pretty fans.

“I have a question for you-” Alexis states with her eyes brows raised, clearly being the main girl of this small group. I give her a nod to ask , instantly regretting it as I hear the words spewed from her mouth, "Tell me how the fuck someone like you, gets someone like Ruel." She practically spits at me, causing the other two girls smiles to wipe off their faces, replaced with frowns and matching glares. I freeze up at her upfront hostility, partially in shock at how bold she was considering Ruel is literally in the room right next to us.

"W-what do you mean by that? I would really like it if we could keep this amicable" I mutter out, feeling more and more insecure by the second, also really not wanting for Ruel to hear them and come out here. The last thing I’d want to do is cause a problem with him and his fans, knowing that his reaction isn’t going to be a pleasant one if he hears them. Upon hearing my words, they instantly inch closer to me, matching smirks on their faces.

"We mean, how does someone like you end up with a guy like him? I mean it’s not like you’re pretty or talented” Ally spits out, causing the both of her friends to nod in agreement. My jaw drops slightly while my eyebrows furrow, completely in shock that people can truly be this vile. I feel my eyes start to well up a bit, but I blink them away, not wanting to give them the satisfaction of their words actually having an impact on me. Before I can even speak up to defend myself, they instantly cut me off with more hateful words.

"You don't deserve someone like him, but don’t worry he'll realise that soon enough. He'll know that he should be with someone like us, you know someone that’s actually pretty. I actually wouldn't be surprised if he's already got someone else, poor boy probably just feels bad for you." Annie laughs out, all of them laughing at me as I stand there not knowing how to reply to them. I swallow the lump that’s rising in my throat, I mean maybe they were actually right, lord knows he could do better than me.

"You know maybe I'm not good enough for him, But he is one of the most loyal and amazing boyfriends in the world. He wouldn’t ever cheat on me or go for someone that spits out such cruel words." I quietly let out, trying to defend Ruel and I without causing anymore drama, also knowing deep in my heart that he’d never do such a thing. Knowing deep down that he loves me, loves me just as much as I love him.

"Yeah maybe he's loyal, but you're worthless, and everyone has a limit sweetheart. You’re not good enough, you’ll never be good enough for him, you’re nothing remember that. " Alexis starts to spit out hatefully, my eyes instantly welling up completely with tears as my face heats up in embarrassment. As I stand there completely belittled and hurt by their cruel words, I decide to try and speak up, but I get cut off by a familiar voice.

"What the fuck did you just say to her?" Ruel spits out, standing in the doorway, completely still with a cold look on his face. The girls turn around, completely petrified that he had heard them, all of them turning red as he stares at them with an unwavering look. Ruel stands there absolutely pissed at them, waiting to see if any of them are going to speak up, before taking a step forward once he realizes they won’t. I instantly step forward, not wanting him to say something he’ll regret to his fans, no matter how much they hurt me.

"Bubs, calm down please. It’s okay, I promise I’m fine." I whisper out with a shaking voice, watching him stare at me in concern, he shakes his head feeling completely upset that this is even happening. I place a hand on his arm, feeling how tense it is, feeling it tense up even more as he notices my tears and red rimmed eyes. He lets out a scoff and turns back to the girls, completely furious that people that claim to love him so much, would treat me in such a way.

"No, it isn't fine. They can't speak to you like that, I don’t care if they’re fans or not. I won’t tolerate shit like that. Don’t talk to her like that." He practically growls out, his hands shaking in anger as he watches the girls stand there, still unsure on what to do. I could literally see the girls shaking as they stand there, terrified at the little predicament they’ve landed themselves in. I take a deep breath in, watching as their eyes fill with tears, closing my eyes as I shakily breathe out and grab onto Ruel.

"Bubba, please leave it." I begged, causing his face to soften upon hearing my pleading tone, he lets out a deep sigh beige stiffly nodding his head. He reaches out to wipe away the tears falling down my face, leaning forward to kiss my forehead, before pulling me right against his chest. He turns back to the girls with me in his arms, watching them with a blank cold face, holding me tighter to calm down.

"I think you girls need to leave now. Sorry." He lets out while giving them blank looks, before looking down at the ground as they silently got escorted out to the main exit by Nate and Michelle, who I just realized had been silently watching the whole thing. I held him tighter, knowing how hard it was for him to do that, his fans mean the absolute world to him. He lets out a light sigh, shifting our bodies from side to side, pressing kisses to the top of my head every couple of seconds.

“Did the other girls hear?” I whisper out, scared that their opinions of me could have been shifted. Ruel shakes his head no, pulling away to lift my face towards his, giving me a slow but sweet kiss.

“No, they went through the exit in the picture room. Lets head to the bus now, I don’t want to be in here anymore” Ruel mumbles out, interlacing our fingers, lifting our conjoined hands and placing a kiss on the back of my hand. I lean into him as we walk to the bus silently, feeling completely destroyed by the girls words.

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Ruel and I lay cuddled up on the bed, fully wrapped up in each other under the blankets, his grip on me never lessening. Everything’s silent, neither of us knowing what to say about what happened. He shifts so he’s leaning on the headboard and pulls me up so I’m sitting on his lap, his hands resting on my hips, rubbing soft circles into my skin.

“I’m sorry you had to go through that. You don’t deserve that. I love you, I really fucking love you. You’re not worthless. You’re my best friend, my soulmate, partner in crime, and everything in between.” He whispers out, watching as the tears fall down my face upon hearing his words. I let out a quiet sob as I wrap my arms around him, burrying my face into the crook of his neck so he can’t see my blotchy tear stained face. He wraps his arms around me, lightly humming a song in my ear in hopes of calming me down.

“It just really hurt, I do everything I can to make sure your fans like me, because I know how important they are to you, which makes them important to me. I try and give them sneak peeks into your life and tell them little facts about you that they can’t learn from an interview, but some of them still hate me. I wish I was good enough” I whimper out, causing Ruel to instantly stiffen and pull away from me. He faces me with a completely bewildered look, not knowing where to even start with what I just said. He reaches his hands up to wipe away my tears, before setting them against my face, holding me in a position where I can’t turn away from him.

“Lets start off with the fact that you don’t have to do any of that, but you’re so fucking nice that you do it for them anyways. Baby, some of them aren’t going to like you, but that’s okay. They’re just jealous that I chose you and the fact that I put a ring on it-“ he starts off, causing a laugh to bubble out of my throat with his Beyoncé reference, watching the grin that lights up his face upon hearing my laugh and seeing my smile. “and lastly, you’re good enough. You’re in fact too good, like I don’t deserve you, and the fans don’t deserve you. You’re perfect and I love you more than life bubs.” He ends his little speech softly, watching the way my face turns pink at his words, loving the way only he can have that effect on me.

I whisper back my I love you as he pulls me down onto the bed, holding me tighter and closer than usual. I roll over so that I’m on my back, with his head pressed to my chest, letting him fully relax from today’s stress while I play with the hair on the nape of his neck. I feel him let out a deep breath, fully relaxing into me as I move my hand up to massage his scalp. His breathing slowly starts to get deeper, before he drifts away, leaving me in complete silence as I hold him. I smile fondly as I glance down at him before looking back to the ceiling, truly grateful for the boy in my arms, because the love we have for each other is once in a lifetime.

#ruelvincentvandijk #ruel van dijk #one ruel #ruel #ruel one shot #ruel imagines #ruel imagine #x reader #one shot #imagine #imagines #free time ep #ruel fanfic

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golden-saga-imagines · 4 years

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What if Bjorn was sent through some sort of universes gate to the modern world, wounded, lost and doesn’t know what to do cuz basically the world doesn’t look the same anymore, and was found by the reader (which is a med-student) who tries to help him but you know Bjorn is kinda... aggressive, looking to the situation he’s in. How would they interact?? I know this might sound weird but I’d love to know where would their relationship go ^^ btw I love your work, it’s always on point ❤️

Aaaww thank u so much.

I love the idea of the request, I didn’t know if to do headcanons or a scenario, at the end I’ve written a mix (so, you know, as usually are my headcanons). Wow this escalated and the bad way because ends up in angst. Sorry. I hope you like it. Enjoy! 💕

BJORN

“Return”- Scenario

🍄You returned to your new house from the supermarket, you have bought a set of frying pan because the one in the flat was a mess, you were lucky, the apartment was very close of the university. The sound of sirens break the thread of thoughts, there’re some police cars and more police in the way, seem they’re searching someone. So, you hurry up to arrive your new home.

You’re open the first door when someone appears behind the trash bins, he was hiding, you try to open faster to protect yourself, the guy is enormous and seems angry, because he yells and run to you. Realizing that it won’t give you time, you grab the frying pan and wait the best moment to act. The guy speaks a strange language, seems like witchcraft, he wears of winter and seems tramp because his long hair and beard. You realizes he has a bloodstain in his shoulder, but the time is running out. And you hit him with the frying pan in the face, well, you aren’t very stronger, but the man falls in the floor like a dead weight.

You gasp when you realizes he has some arrows and a fucking piece of lance in his back. You looks at your surround and for a stupid reason you decides take him (how can you because he weight a lot) and put him in your house and heal his injuries.

🍄Well, heal him was easy, until he awake. But, you had been foresighted and you was tied him for he wouldn’t attack you when he woke up. So, you get calm him a bit, you try to explain him you has healed him his wounds. He doesn’t understand anything, the language is a barrier insurmountable. Finally, you speak with him through gestures.

You point at yourself and say: “Name”. Later, you point at him and you wait. He looks you with curiosity, his brown eyes shine a bit and looks himself. You had taken off his coat and his shirt, his chest is bandaged and a blanket cover him. He’s so big that he stands above of the couch. You could verify he was a lot of scars in his body, at least in his chest, his arms and his back.

“Bjorn” he says. His voice surprised you, is hoarse, calm, and sound different than what you ever heard. You don’t know if his accent or the way he pronounces his own name, but something warm born in your chest. You can’t avoid smile and Bjorn return it you.

🍄You get speak with him a bit, is a communication rudimentary, but you get understand him. He explains you he was in the middle of the battle, fighting with English people, and he had separated from his gang because he was in berserkergang, and he ran towards the forest catching a guy, but he arrived a cromlech and suddenly he was surrounded of giant rocks and a lot of noise. At first, you doesn’t believe it, secretly you search information about some person escaped from a madhouse, but you don’t find anything. So, you decide believe him. With a bit of fear you feel his story has sense.

Bjorn is stubborn, rude and he doesn’t like that a woman order him, but he gets used to you. Well, is a lucky have the dinner when you arrive from the university, and he’s a good cook, you had to teach him to use the households. He learns quickly. Both of you search a way to return him at his time. Because he hates this.

🍄 “Where are all trees?” he asks you one day.

You look him, he was in the balcony sees the picture of the city, there’re a forest of buildings, grey, black, brown. Just some trees scattered in all city. You don’t know how respond, you approach to him and rest your arms in the handrail.

“They cut down”.

“Why?” he asks, he seems little annoy for that. Bjorn is sensible at pollution, he prefers stay at home, he was very surprised when you tell him that the faith of Odin and the rest of Norse Gods no longer exist. Bjorn was angry and sad. He asks your for the Vikings, you only deny with the head.

“Because they bothered them, I guess”.

Bjorn doesn’t say anything, he looks the sky, is grey, it smell a storm, the wind caresses his long hair. Bjorn moves unconsciously and his arm touches yours, is a touch comfortable. All Bjorn had become comfortable, but he isn’t from here.

“This isn’t for me, you know, I like fights, I like to kill, I love my gods and godess… I would like stay with you, but I can’t”.

“I know” you say, you feel how your chest burn, your throat has been caught by a cruel hand called sorrow and love, and you feel that you need to tell him what are you've discovered “There is cromlech close to here, we can try…”

Bjorn doesn’t speak right now, he turns to you and looks you, his glance is beautiful is fill of thankful and love, he smiles you, is a broken smile, but you understand it. This is a farewell. Bjorn caresses your cheek with his hand.

“Thanks, Name”.

Ari 🌿

#vinland saga #vinland_saga #vinland saga scenarios #bjorn #bjorn scenario #almost headcanons #time traveler

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poplinn · 5 years

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I do think that the new outbreak of toxic people drumming up their toxic groups in this fandom is hurting people. They think theyre doing something right but all they're doing is making mentally ill and/or young fans too scared to enjoy or create in fear of being harassed.

Hi anon! first of all i want to apologise for responding so late. I have a lot to say about your ask and just wanted a clear head before i decided to respond. i want to start off by saying you are absolutely right.

Before i continue i am going to put a read-more because, well, i have a LOT to say about this, so, mini-rant ahead under the read-more…

These people are doing more harm than good.

I understand if you want to make a small list with content warnings, for a fandom, that is completely fine! But using such a list to start bullying, harassing, threatening and in general, witch-hunting people is not okay. Many great and talented people have been driven away from the fandom by that tiny toxic group(or the cucks, as i like to call them for easy sakes). Content creators are even scared to post their content too now, both of these things are a huge shame. It’s terrible. Sites like tumblr are supposed to be for sharing your content without limitations. [well, until the nsfw ban, but you get what i mean..]

I happen to be in contact with some people on the blocklist, and let me tell you, they are truly amazing and wonderful people.

Yeah sometimes people make content you may not agree with, but that doesn’t mean you have start attacking people for it. Do you know how easy it is to click the unfollow or block button? But apparently some people are so stupid they prefer to screech instead of click one single button.

But for example, I dislike a certain popular hc for medic. I dislike the Jewish medic hc. I’m a Jewish man myself, but I don’t like seeing Jewish medic for multiple reasons, none of which are out of antisemitic nature. What do I see when I see Jewish medic? I mind my own fucking business. The person who posted that wanted to create that, fine by me. I don’t agree with it, and I don’t have to. I’m not going to make a dumb expose list for everyone who ever said anything about medic being Jewish. I mind my fucking business like a normal, mature person.

And there was/is a huge discussion about drawing or writing tf2 non-con…yeah, rape isn’t good. Every sane person knows that. Writing or drawing rape does not mean you’re a rapist (unless it’s an autobiography of course, then I’d like you to take a trip to prison). But, some people, including myself, write or draw non-con as a coping mechanism. I use confrontation to cope. I have a few triggers, and by confronting myself with said triggers I’m slowly getting over said triggers.

If I write or draw about these triggers or rape, I feel like I’m relieving my feelings about what happened to me. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that, and i’m not the only person who does it like that.

Yeah, I get people don’t always want to see that. That’s why tags exist, that’s why people use those tags for content and trigger warnings. That’s why you block those tags if you don’t want to see it. It’s that simple

Also, some of them make the claim that fiction is reality. I disagree, fiction is not reality. Yes, fiction can impact reality, but it isn’t one and the same. If you can’t distinguish fiction from reality then, well, you’re either not ready for fiction or not old/stable enough to be able to tell the two apart. Besides, if fiction really IS reality then so many movies and books would have been banned, or the writers of those must have been in jail by now, right? Writing a book about a fictional serial killer does not mean the writer is planning to or already has commit murder. Take Tf2 fan-fiction writers for example. They write about dudes slaughtering each other on a daily basis, but some of them wouldn’t even DARE to hit a fly in real life.

People who commit crimes because of a fictional piece were already going to do so to begin with. No sane human sees a crime that occurs in fiction and thinks to do the same. Those who do commit crimes because of a fictional piece were already planning to do so to begin with, and were probably not a completely hundred percent stable person.

And about the discussion of miss p being a lesbian, yeah I get that Jay said she’s gay and that, and if she really was a Canon lesbian, it’d be weird to ship her with men. However, those cucks do also make soldier a homosexual despite him having a (gorgeous) wife? Isn’t that kind of hypocritical? Anyways, Jay most likely was joking about miss p being gay, he’s known to be a jokey person like that. I feel like the way he did it was just saying “oh yeah btw she’s gay”. To me it feels vague. In the same sense that jk Rowling suddenly says everyone is gay in Harry Potter. Yeah, I hc her as a funky lil lesbian too, but i don’t go off on a tangent when someone sees her as bi, because the way she was “confirmed” as a lesbian, was vague and uncertain, and most likely a dumb joke that split the fandom in half.

Anyways, most of the cucks I ran into are underage, and aren’t even allowed on this site, which can explain their irrational behaviour, and refusing to listen to anyone who slightly disagrees with them, but lemme tell y'all something, minding your own fucking business would have prevented this entire blocklist ordeal.

Besides, YOU are in control of what you see on the Internet. Don’t like a certain type of content? BLOCK IT! or just, STOP LOOKING AT IT! it’s not that hard!

You are responsible for your own experience on the Internet. Not ready for that? Then close your phone/laptop and go outside. Content creators are not responsible for what you do online, these creators don’t know you, don’t expect them to fucking take care of you, they’re not your parents. Avoiding certain content does NOT mean you have to start policing others on what to post. You have no right to tell artist what they can and cannot post. Again, you may criticise or dislike it, that’s fine, but actively demanding censorship or threatening the creator makes you look like an incompetent asshole.

And if you disagree with something, it’s better to start with calming yourself down and contacting the OP in a respectful and mature manner. Maybe talk to them, broaden your horizon, broaden their horizon. Can’t agree eventually? That’s fine, it’s normal. Simply block the tag or the creator themselves and boom! You’re done, and didn’t harm anyone in the fandom and probably learned something, and OP probably too! If something isn’t tagged you can always, nicely, reach out to OP and ask them to tag. Most of the time they will. And if they don’t, just unfollow or block them if they continue posting a certain something that triggers you. Making a blocklist is one of the most immature things you could do. You bully and harass people to the point where some feel unsafe, and some even suicidal, in a fandom about a dumb fucking hat Simulator. Is that really what you want?? A fandom is supposed to be a safe and fun place for everyone who likes a certain something. By being toxic, and harassing others to the point where they don’t even feel safe(not only those who are young or mentally ill) in a what was supposed to be a safe place for them, you’re actively harming that safe place, and frankly, you don’t deserve to be in the fandom.

Also, I’ve seen a lot of these cucks say they actually hate tf2 as a game, and really, if you hate the game so much why are you still here in the fandom? And ruining it for the rest for us?

If you do feel unsafe, follow steps I mentioned above. Talk to people, block tags, block people, and mind your own business without policing others in what they can and cannot do. Unfortunately, the creators who do feel unsafe because of the toxic group cannot talk them, because the moment someone even slightly disagrees with them, or tries to respectfully discuss why they’re being “cancelled” the cucks start screeching like full-blown autists.

You’re not the law enforcement, you are (most likely) a minor who isn’t even allowed on tumblr in the first place, and who has no idea how the internet, or fandom spaces in specific, even work.

Fucking hell I miss 2014 Tf2 fandom sometimes.

I hope this ramble makes sense, and again I’m sorry for making this so long.

And I’m sorry for posting drama again, I don”t like it either, and i usually have a lot of patience, but after a few years of this shit, i have come to reach my boiling point, and i just snapped, I’m sorry.

I sometimes refer to the cucks as you, idk why, but just now that isn’t referring to you anon.

Hopefully this will be the last of drama/discourse for now.

Thank you for reading, have a good day.

-pop

#drama #discourse #Anonymous #TF2 #tf2 blocklist

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do-kyngsoo · 4 years

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Thank you for answering 🥺 I would love a tutorial if you have time for it. Have a good night ❣

hello! sorry for taking a while to respond but here is my (hopefully) easy to follow tutorial (btw i’m writing this assuming that whoever reads it has zero knowledge of photoshop so anyone could follow it) 😂

A guide to making simple animations using smart objects in photoshop...with what seems to be blurry screenshots and and even more lq end result :(

(lets pray the keep reading thing works for once - if not then i apologise in advance for the long post)

Okay so the obvious first step is to make a new file and do whatever you want to do with the background (and whatever non animated things you’ll have)

i for this tutorial i just drew the perspective of the inside of a box (but whatever you choose to do i hope you’re better at drawing than me)

The next step is to make a new layer for each thing you’ll have animated and to make a new layer you can either press the icon in the red box in the picture above (bottom right of the screen looks like a paper with the corner folded) or the keyboards shortcuts are ctrl+shift+N (⌘+shift+N for mac)

So you can see on the right hand side i made 2 new layers for the two things i’ll be animating and when i thought of what could go in a box for some reason my mind went ball and then exo LOOOL - so i have a small ball and the exo symbol

Once you have all your layers you can click on ‘Create Video Timeline’ in the red circle in the image above

Once you have your video timeline you need to turn the layers you want to change for your animation into smart objects, so like in the image you click on the layer and go to

Layer > Smart Objects > Convert to Smart Object

Once that is done, in the video timeline if you click on the little arrow button next to the layer name you’ll see it drop down to reveal 3 things (transform, opacity and style) each with little stopwatch symbols those are the 3 ways you can alter your layer. I have not yet figured out what happens with style but if I ever do i’ll add it to this but for now i’ll just show transform and style

If you press the little stopwatch icon you’ll see 2 yellow diamonds pop up, one next to the stopwatch and one on the timeline - you have enabled the stopwatch and created the first keyframe which will be the initial state of your layer

You then need to move the time bar to however many frames along you want it and press the yellow diamond next to the stopwatch again to create your second keyframe and you’ll see another diamond pop up on the timeline too

So I’m starting with transforming the ball - when you’re on the second keyframe you can now transform. To get the transform box on the layer you press ctrl+T (⌘+T for mac) and the box like in the image above appear and from there you can transform it however you like - so i have moved my ball into the opposite corner on the box and made it bigger (if you want to scale it precisely you can use the little boxes above to scale it to the percent you want) and then press the tick at the top when you’re done

The ‘smart’ in smart layers is that in the frames between your keyframes, photoshop will fill in the rest, so if you move your timeline bar between the two keyframes you will see the layer transforming gradually into whatever you made it to be

For changing the opacity of the exo logo i decided to start where the animation for the ball ends so i made my opacity keyframe on the same frame that the last keyframe for the ball is and then changed the opacity to zero (right hand side of the screen in the red oval) so the logo can’t be seen - since this is my first keyframe all frames from the start of the animation to this will all have an opacity of 0 for this layer. I then just moved the timeline along, made another keyframe and put the opacity to 100 and then if I moved the timeline between those two keyframes I could see the logo gradually appearing

(Just a note: you can add as many keyframes as you like and make the animation more complex if you like )

Once you’re happy with it you can export it the normal way you would a gif with

File > Export > Save for Web (Legacy)

I have tried flattening the clips to make frames and photoshop doesn’t like it so if you aren’t happy with the speed of the animated gif and want to change it you would have to export like shown above and then open the gif to change the frame rate

And that is my crappy animation! I promise you can actually make cool looking things with this (this is just me being bad at drawing loool)

For some examples of what you could possibly make using it i have used it in several of my edits

love shot teasers

exo anniversary

favourite lyrics

animating the thats okay teaser image

#if anyone has any questions feel free to ask #i know i'm awful at explaining things #whenever a new person joins at work and my manager asks me to train them im like nooooo theyll know less than when they came in #ask #anon #tutorial

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a-ackermann · 5 years

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Hello! Cause your lucio x jules hcs were so cuuuuute (and im terrible) how would mc being in a poly relationship with them both be ??? Really cool blog btw 😎😎

You aren’t terrible at all, in fact I appreciate any requests! (regardless of how long it takes me to respond to them, whoopsies!)

And thank you!

Now, let’s get down to business!

SFW:

-G R O U P C U D D L E S ! ! ! Lucio and Julian are both definitely very cuddly and hands on, so there MUST be lots of cuddling altogether! (Definitely on Lucio’s bed, because duh, it’s fucking huge) ((LiKe SomE t hI NG eL S e))

-Mostly at home dates! Although in the game no one is very judgmental at all, that isn’t the reason for this! Lucio just doesn’t really like leaving the palace and being surrounded by “the peasants and the poor”, Julian usually just wants to go on some wild adventure at four in the fucking morning and you and Lucio are NOT up for that whatsoever, (if that’s actually your thing, then let’s say it’s because you don’t want to hear Lucio’s whining and nagging to be carried for when he gets “tired”) and you? Just can’t agree on what to do, so sometimes you all just have a picnic by the fountain, go on walks around the palace, just have peaceful times together!

-Baths would be SPLENDID but also horrid, because here’s the part where both you and Lucio cling to Julian for dear life in the bath since neither of you can decide who gets to sit on his lap. And one sitting on each of his thighs would probably be a bit much. However! You all wash each other’s hair, (mostly you and Julian washing each other and Lucio, because he’s Lucio) hold one another close, and have a wonderful time together! You’d probably be listening to both Julian and Lucio exchanging turns to tell stories of their past adventures, telling them both you’re all going to one day go on great big adventures all together!

-Getting both sweet (Kinky too), loving man Julian and ambitious, and pompous (but still hot as hell) Lucio at the same time is a great balance, and it’s interesting to see how alike you all are/the two of them are in their own ways, vs how completely polar opposite they are of each other. Either way, you all get along perfectly fine and help one another to the best of your abilities with personal flaws. (Since Lucio’s route isn’t out yet, that’s for you to decide what his and your personal flaws are!)

NSFW:

-Sex would be the most incredible and erotic sex anyone has ever had in Vesuvia with these two. You get bottom bitch Julian and major switch Lucio (and if you’re a top or a switch it’s a PERFECT balance, so power bottoms? I’m sorry babies but you have to top at least SOMETIMES, you can’t let Lucio or Julian when he gets impatient do all the work!) Getting choked by Lucio’s prosthetic while he jacks off to watching you ride Julian, receiving oral and giving oral to/with both of them, and much more.

-Lots of bondage! Julian is definitely a much bigger rope bunny than Lucio, however both of them adore getting their hands tied behind their back and having torso bondage. Julian likes getting his legs tied up to, preferably fully sprawled out with each limb tied to a bed post and blind folded while you and Lucio practically wreck him with pleasure, but he’s up for getting restricted in other ways too. Lucio is more of a dominant bottom when he’s getting topped, and likes having his legs free so he can easily buck his hips without restraint. It’s only his arms he likes being restricted of movement by. So if you’re into bondage, you are in major luck with these boys.

-Constant marking each other up, sometimes even marking each other above what any collar or shirt can hide so everyone is aware of their threesomes and love life with one another. You all consider it marking your territory, and for obvious reasons.

-One-one sex while someone watches and is either restrained from touching themselves or is rewarded by being allowed to touch themselves? Without a doubt. If whoever is getting restricted is good, the two who were doing the dirty together reward the other person. (Most of the time it’s you and Lucio getting it on while Julian watches, arms bound while whimpering, but sometimes it’s you, and Lucio sometimes caves into it when he’s feeling submissive)

#jucio #count lucio #thearcana #The Arcana Game #the arcana #the arcana lucio #lucio x julian #julian x lucio #juliandevorak #julian devorak #the arcana julian #thearcanaheadcanon #the arcana headcanons #thearcanagame #poly #mc

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prettyfunkyunorganized · 6 years

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Sugar Daddy Hanzo part 10

Good evening everyone! Or whatever time of day it is where you are. I’ve got another chapter for you today, but first a few announcement-y things:

1. Just moved and started grad school so I’m busy AF, so if chapters continue to be a bit shorter than they were at the beginning, that’s why.

2. I am starting up a new tag on my blog that will be side info about this story - stuff written from Hanzo’s POV, fun facts, ideas I’m considering, and questions for you! You can always submit questions too via the ask feature on Tumblr or you can use the tag #sugardaddyhanzoextras (sugar daddy hanzo extras). That is the tag I will be using for all this type of content and if you would like to be tagged, feel free to let me know!

3. I love you.

So yeah, that’s it! Here are 2,800ish words of mush essentially.

BTW, this whole business world AU is based on my bud @watch-your-grammer‘s post here. She’s glorious and so is her work.

The rest of the story: pt one, pt two, pt three, pt four, pt five, pt six, pt seven, part eight, part nine

Waking up had never been so difficult. Your eyelids dragged, almost impossibly heavy, but not nearly as stiff as your arms. Every shallow, tentative breath was a struggle, and your chest ached with each inhale. Each exhale. You looked around the brightly lit room and frowned. “Guess we’re not in Kansas anymore, Toto,” you grumbled to yourself, “or maybe I’m the witch – certainly feel like I’ve been hit with a house.”

By some odd circumstance, it looked like you had the room to yourself, the bed to your right was folded up tight with precise corners as starkly white as the walls and ceiling above you. Everything was so . . . sterile, as if you had been transported to your very own dimension, removed from the rest of Earth. It was unsettling.

And sad.

Your chest tightened in a familiar way that had nothing to do with your injury, it was a painful manifestation of your growing disappointment and loneliness.

“You’d think the gals would at least come by to see me,” you whispered as tears welled in your eyes, “and if getting shot isn’t enough to get Mom and Dad to come visit me, what is?”

In a burst of realization, you remembered what had happened and put a hand over your breast, a powerful tenderness warning you to be gentle.

“Holy fuck I got shot,” you gulped looking for the nurse call button and slamming it while trying to tame your breathing.

After a brief pause that seemed to last ages, a nurse swung open your door and scuttled in, but not before you saw what looked like a dark suit a dark expressing in the hallway.

“Well, hello there,” the tall man in scrubs said with a smile. The bright corgi pattern on his shirt relaxed you for some reason, maybe it was because that was the first bit of color you had seen since you awoke.

“Hi,” you said softly.

“You look scared,” he murmured kindly, “don’t be. We got you all patched up, and you’re going to be fine.”

“Oh thank goodness,” you sighed, running your hands over your face. Of course you knew that you were alive, but hearing a nurse say ‘you’re not dying’ still made you feel a thousand times better.

“Do you remember what happened,” he asked. You nodded. “Good. And how are you feeling?”

“Uh,” you hesitated, “pretty shitty? But not dead so, I could be worse?”

He chuckled, “Very true. Feeling sore in your chest, right?”

“Oh yeah,” you groaned.

“We will get you something to help with that and check over your bandages here in a sec, I just want to tell you what we’ve done on our end if you’re feeling up to that.”

“Sure,” you nodded, trying to glance out the window so you could figure out if what you had seen was what you were desperately hoping to see. Then again, it was a hospital, and there were likely hundreds of patients here with worried family.

And Hanzo wasn’t family.

And he hadn’t taken you back.

And the nurse in all his corgi covered glory was in your way.

“Alright,” he said looking at the digital display on his arm, “you were brought in with a bullet wound in the chest, it went right through you, but went through your lung.”

“My lung,” you gaped in horror.

“Yes,” he confirmed, “that is what caused you so much trouble, but medicine has come a long way, and we were able to have your stem cells from your baby teeth flown in and have started growing you some new lung tissue. We had to do one surgery to keep you alive, so your left lung is currently dormant, and your right is doing all the work, which is probably why you’re likely feeling a little like you’ve been running a lot and haven’t quite caught your breath. Once your new tissue is ready, we will get you into the OR again have you feeling right as rain before you know it.”

“Wait,” you said reeling at what he’d just said. You knew your baby teeth could provide stem cells for fancy medical stuff, but patching up your lung? “So . . . you’re going to be able to just cover up the holes in my lung?”

“Yes, ma’am, just like a punctured tire.”

“Ew,” you grimaced at his analogy.

He laughed, “Yeah, sorry. The other nurses say I’ve got a way with words, but I’m not sure if they mean that as a compliment.”

“I mean, it helped me understand,” you shrugged, “but is my lung still going to be able to function normally with a patch? Am I not going to live as long or something because of this?”

“Actually, the procedure has been tested very thoroughly on patients with lung cancer, and there is very little if any loss of functionality. Patients with renewed lungs climb Everest, run marathons, and live long healthy lives – so long as they take care of themselves, that is. If you eat fast food every day or do drugs and die young, you can’t blame that on the new tissue.”

“Of course,” you nodded. “That’s pretty god-damned amazing.”

“It sure is,” he beamed, “the biggest inconvenience is the post-op checkups and drugs to help encourage faster healing, but all that will be finished up in a few months.”

“Good to know,” you sighed, a thin smile forming on your lips.

“Anything else you need right now, or should I start taking a look at you?”

“I – well, actually,” you fumbled, try to lean over and see the window, but you cringed at the pain, “could you just tell me if I have anyone out there waiting to see me? I – I thought I recognized someone.”

“You sure do,” the nurse said with a playful shake of his head, “you’ve had lots of people come in and out to see you, but it’s late at night right now, so the only one here at the moment is the older gentleman in the suit who basically never leaves. Man’s practically a part of the furniture now.”

You grinned so wide your chapped lips hurt, but you couldn’t stop. “Is his name Hanzo? Is he still out there? Will you tell him not to leave yet?”

“Calm down, calm down,” he laughed, backing toward the door, “I’m sure he’s still here, and I’d be happy to tell him you want to speak with him.”

“Thanks,” you said, blushing at your girlish excited outburst.

Without entirely closing the door behind him, the nurse spoke quietly with Hanzo, who had been waiting with an impatient look on his face. The instant you saw him you were relieved. In all honesty, you would have been happy to see anyone you knew out there, but knowing it was him was almost too good to be true.

The nurse came back in and asked you a few more questions while surveying your condition and giving you a bit of pain medication, but ‘not enough to make you all loopy,’ as per your request. Pain meds had always given you the creeps. It was awkward to have a man you’d never met poking your bandaged up boob while the other one laid out in all its glory, but thankfully as soon as you wrapped your hospital gown back up, Hanzo was waved in.

“Hey,” you said as he closed the door behind him. You did your best not to look like a giddy schoolchild, but you were far too happy to be in the same room as him again. Part of your uncontrolled emotion was definitely the drugs, but not all of it. You didn’t care if you shouldn’t be so enraptured to see him, at least not now. You had been shot, you could feel however the fuck you wanted.

“Good evening,” he responded lowly. The distant tone in his voice made you face fall flat, and the physical distance he kept between you made you pull your knees closer to your chest sadly.

“I was, um, well I was kind of surprised to see you here,” you admitted sheepishly.

Hanzo sighed and looked away. “Yes, I probably should not have come, but I felt I had to. That, and I could not find the will or focus to do anything other than sit here and wait for news on your condition.”

“I’m glad you’re here,” you said softly, “extremely so.”

His lips pursed as his gaze landed on something next to your head. “You are the only one who has been happy to see me here.”

You twisted around as far as you could until your chest muscles griped at you to stop. There was a tiny speaker clipped to the bed frame with a note attached to it. “That sweetie,” you chuckled as you read Lucio’s message:

‘Sorry I couldn’t stick around ‘til you woke up! If I missed another tour date, the bosses were going to have some fried frog legs at their next meeting. Call me THE SECOND you wake up and know that I’m thinking of you. Lots of hugs, your best-est client.’

“He’s always so good to me,” you said shaking your head and the sad frog sketch Lucio had done on the other side of the card.

“I am glad you have found someone that has made you happy,” Hanzo said almost inaudibly, his eyes turned to the ground, bangs in his face as if trying to hide the sour look on his features.

Was he . . . jealous? Clearly you were feeling a little better because the devious part of your mind was suddenly much more awake. No, you shouldn’t be happy that Hanzo was feeling all put out at the fact that you had someone new if your life, but shit! How many people got to see the illustrious Hanzo Shimada practically dripping in envy?

Plus, it meant that maybe – just maybe – you had a chance to have him back.

Maybe it took almost dying to realize that you were willing to give Hanzo another chance, or maybe that bullet had torn right through your resolve, but you knew what you wanted now, and you were ready to admit it. More than that, you were ready to fight for it.

If Hanzo really wanted you to find love with someone else, fine, you understood, but you weren’t going to just walk away. Not again.

“Perhaps I should go,” Hanzo said abruptly, “the nurse assured me that you will be fine and now that I have seen you for myself I believe I am feeling much more assured. Goodbye, and I hope you – ”

“Woah, woah, woah,” you shouted, sitting up and groaning at the way your body protested. You were shot in the chest, so why did your back feel like agony, too?

Hanzo turned back you, looking very unsure of himself. “What is it?”

“You know Lucio is just a friend, right,” you asked.

He scoffed and glowered at the door. “That is not what the tabloids say.”

“Since when do you put stock in the tabloids,” you said giving him a skeptical look.

“There are photos,” he said grimly, crossing his arms and keeping his gaze off you.

“Of what? Me and my friend walking into a party together? We may have been ‘arm in arm’ and all that, but people do that all the time. He’s just a public figure, so everything gets blown out of proportion,” you said matter-of-factly.

“The pictures of him covered in your blood and sobbing as they brought you to the hospital are quite . . . telling,” he insisted.

“Hanzo! I had just been shot! And he’s one of my friends! One of my best friends, in fact. If Gabe were to be gunned down in front of you wouldn’t you be looking a little disheveled?”

His head bobbed as an admittance that you had a point.

“Come here,” you demanded, holding a hand out to him. His body went rigid, and he didn’t move. “Please,” you pouted, beckoning him again.

This time he slowly made his way to you, stopping far enough away that you had to lunge forward a bit to grab his hand and yank him closer. His eyes were wide with surprise, or maybe concern, but fingers curled automatically around yours. You brought his knuckles to your lips and place a gentle kiss on them, the tension in Hanzo’s shoulders floating away, letting his perfect posture slip into a more relaxed stance. You were glad you still had that effect on him. Big oaf needed to pull that stick out of his ass every now and again.

“Lucio means a lot to me, but not the way you do,” you told him in the most earnest tone you could muster. “You’re the only person I want to be with, you’re the one that I wanted with me more than anyone else when I thought I was dying, and you’re the person I most wanted to see when I opened up my eyes in this place.”

“You know,” Hanzo said with a small smile, “you make it very hard to stay away from you.”

He leaned against the rail of your bed and set his palm on your cheek gingerly, you leaned into its warmth. “I guess getting shot has its silver lining.”

“I vehemently disagree,” he barked firmly, “it should not have taken a gunshot to bring us back together. A conversation would have done just as well.”

“Hey, for the record, I tried that,” you retaliated. “That night in your brother’s big fancy bathroom I wanted to talk about it but you – ”

Hanzo silenced you by placing his thumb over your lips, and you giggled, kissing the pad of his finger in delight. Having him this close again was everything you had hoped it would be. “I am sorry for that night,” he said tenderly, “I was only trying to – ”

“Trying to do the right thing,” you finished for him, nodding understandingly. “I know, and I was, too. But I don’t care about what’s ‘right’ anymore. I don’t want to give up on what we could have together, and I know you’re on the way to changing. I’m tired of chasing the ideal of what should happen. I just want to be happy, and you make me happy.”

“My beauty,” he cooed, placing a long kiss on each of your temples, “you make me happy, too.”

“Does that mean you’ll be with me again,” you asked, wriggling closer to him.

“How could I say no,” he chuckled, dancing his fingers along your exposed arm until you shivered, making him grin.

The two of you basked in each other’s presence, but no matter how hard you tried to keep from overthinking things, you had to ask him something.

“Hanzo?”

“Yes?”

“Will I be your sugar baby again or . . . ?”

“I – well – ” he stammered, clearing his throat to buy him time to find an answer.

“The full-fledged relationship idea still freaks you out, doesn’t it,” you asked worriedly.

“Yes,” he huffed frustratedly, “though I do not know why. I know I want to be with you, and I know that I want more than that sort of arrangement with you, but there is something about that word, that step that just . . . fills me with a dread I do not understand.” Hanzo looked down to you, an ashamed expression on. “I am sorry.”

“Don’t be,” you said stroking his jawbone, “I don’t mind being your sugar baby again, but I’d like to set down a new set of rules and whatnot.”

“Of course,” he said, sounding relieved, “I believe that would be necessary.”

“But you are still going to your therapist, right?”

“Yes,” he said with a strong nod, “and this is something we have discussed lightly, but, as you know, there is much about me that needs to be . . . dealt with.”

“We’re all a work in progress,” you assured Hanzo, pulling him down so you could kiss him on the nose. The token of affection made his face go a little red, and you burst out laughing. “Good god I missed you and the way you blush, handsome.”

“I am quite convinced that you are the only one who can make me blush,” he grumbled, smirking just a tinge.

“Oh I bet Genji could tell me some fun stories that would make you all flustered,” you teased.

“Just who’s side are you on,” he said with a scowl.

“Mine,” you said brightly, “a girl’s got to put herself first, you know, and that’s what I do.”

“And I adore you for it,” Hanzo hummed, meshing his fingers into yours.

“Don’t worry,” you said, giving him a gentle squeeze, “I’ll always be in your corner, though.”

“A fact that makes me infinitely stronger.”

“I’m glad you realize that,” you said, beaming at his progress, “a couple of months ago I pegged you for the ‘I don’t need anyone’ type.”

“I have since learned a few things, met a few people who have shown me otherwise,” Hanzo said, holding your clasped hands to his heart.

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