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recuira · 7 months

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Buggy Headcanons ˗ˏˋ꒰🍒꒱ˎˊ˗

★ — OPLA Buggy the Clown ♡

﹢he's the type of guy to follow the "i hate everyone but you" trope. the second he sees you, his heart lights up and he drops everything he's doing to go talk to you, even just for a moment. he could be heated, yelling at his crew, but when he sees you, he smiles and drops everything until you leave.

﹢he's a sucker for cuddles. absolutely loves them. if he's had a long and stressful day, he'll just fall on top of you and pass out. he loves to lay on you. his head on your chest as he rub his back or play with his hair. he definitely snores. not too loud but not quiet either. sometimes it'll get loud and you'll need to wake him up to get some decent sleep x)

﹢both a morning/night person. he goes to bed late and wakes up early. he doesn't get too much sleep because of how busy he is. sometimes the only time he gets with you is when you're both in me. if he's not deathly tired, he'll lay on his side with his head propped up on his hand as he listens to you talk about your day. your voice soothes him.

﹢he's very insecure. lowkey hates himself. his ego is forced and a facade for others so he can intimidate them. he hates his nose. he hates the subject being brought up in any conversation. when he was younger, before meeting shanks, he would wear a mask to hide his nose.

﹢i know everyone is like "buggy is a sex god and dominant and-" no. sorry. he is extremely insecure. it took him a while to show you who he really was. he lets himself unfold with you. he is himself with you. his true self.

﹢the crossbones on his forehead and upper cheek are tattooed on but he paints his face with makeup. his eyelashes are naturally long but he does wear falsies to accentuate it and make himself look more like a clown. his hair is naturally long but he tends to tuck and pin it back underneath the striped bandana.

﹢he likes things to be equal during sex. no top or bottom. as cringe as it may sound, he loves to call it 'love-making'. no fucking or hooking up - rather making love with one another. he worships you, especially in the bedroom. constant kisses and praise. loves doing all of the work, especially if you're stressed out. his favorite position is when you're both laying down on your sides and your holding each other while he makes love to you.

﹢he's a strict believer in taking care of you. pays for meals, surprises you with presents, doesn't want you working- he wants you to be completely comfortable and satisfied. someone as special like you should never even lift a finger. he has it all covered.

﹢loves to let you do his makeup. sometimes he'll be reading the newspaper while you're painting his eyes or lips. it's like he's an actor and you're his makeup artist. he can never get the lines as precise and as neat as you can. once you're finished, he gives you a kiss on your cheek, leaving a red mark. this happens every time.

﹢he's a goofy drunk, very humorous and silly. but as he sobers up, he becomes extremely clingy and doesn't let go of you.

﹢in the public eye, he acts very possessive of you, like he's the one in control. he always needs to be touching you. if you're apart, he'll send a hand your way and hold yours while he's busy. preferably his off-hand so he can still get some work done.

﹢people are scared of him for obvious reasons but when it's just the two of you, he's a big baby. sometimes he'll even use a certain voice whenever he talks to you. you tease him in public, telling others he's a completely different person when you two are alone. he laughs, calls you crazy, and plays it off.

﹢he loves no one more than he loves you.

﹢whenever he performs a show, he always gets you a seat up front. makes sure you can kick your feet up, your popcorn is always full, and you're enjoying yourself. whenever he pulls someone up on the set to help with one of his acts, you're almost always the person he picks.

﹢his favorite moments with you are when you're sitting on the deck of his ship, everyone else is asleep, and the two of you are counting the stars together and admiring one another.

﹢he loves to eat. if you two are eating together, he'll ask for the rest of yours and then some. messy eater, too.

﹢he's a great listener. loves to hear about your day.

﹢he loves to give you massages. just loves to pamper you, in general. your feet will be kicked up on his lap as he rubs them and you vent about your day or your laying on your back and he's above you, massaging your shoulders and hips.

﹢he just loves you. and he is a sweet and delicate man so treat him like one. he's the type of guy to sacrifice the world for you, not you for the world.

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angelfic · 2 years

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— OOPS, I LOVE YOU. S.H.

pairing: steve harrington x f!reader

summary: the 4 times you’re just best friends and the 1 time you’re not. alternatively, 5 things never to do with someone unless you want to fall in love.

warnings: kissing, swearing, mentions of drinking, throwing up from drinking, pretty much pg-13 fluff otherwise

author’s note: inspired by a tiktok sent to me by my lovely anon who is the whole reason I wrote this little thing until 5am in the morning lol, enjoy and let me know what u think as always <3

1. when he does that reverse driving thing.

Listen. You at least have the decency to feel a little bad about it. But you can’t help it! Steve may be your best friend, but damn it, you are not immune to the one hand on the steering wheel, one arm on your seat while reversing the car thing that instantly makes any guy more attractive.

A lot more attractive.

So attractive that you momentarily forget the reason he’s driving in the first place, which is to get the kids to the new arcade that opened up just on the outskirts of Hawkins. And you’re supposed to be giving him directions.

Feeling someone’s eyes on you, you turn a little to the back and find Dustin, squished between Lucas and Will, with a shit-eating grin on his face as his gaze flickers from you to Steve. You furrow your brows in a false display of confusion before turning back to your map, as though you don’t know that all the kids believe you and your best friend are harbouring feelings for each other.

Definitely not true, obviously.

You don’t even notice that the map is about to rip at the corners from your grip as you try and ignore the kids whispering in the back. That is until you feel a finger gently prodding your arm and you realise Steve has been asking you a question.

“What?” you ask, stupidly. And a little breathlessly, because there is absolutely no reason for Steve to be smiling like that. “Did you say something?”

“Just wondering if it’s straight ahead or left here,” he gestures in front to the road and you frantically search the map for where you lost your place. Definitely not helped by the whispering in the back getting louder. “You okay?”

“Fine!” you say, a little too quickly. “It’s, uh, left.”

“Thanks,” Steve mutters, glancing up into the rearview mirror and frowning. “Keep it down, you’re distracting Y/N, you little freaks.”

“Aw, they’re just excited, Stevie,” you laugh, and when Steve turns his eyes back to the road, it’s your turn to glare at them through the rearview mirror.

“Yeah, we’re just excited Stevie,” Max teases, clearly unperturbed by the underlying threat.

Her words set off the others and you smile sweetly before turning to Steve. “Hey, you wanna drive back, drop the kids off and catch a movie?”

They all yell in unison; a mix of ‘no’, ‘please’ and ‘we’ll shut up’. Satisfied, you sit back in your seat and look at your map again, to avoid any involuntarily reaction to Steve smiling at you.

Yeah, the kids have no idea what they’re talking about.

2. when he lets you cut his hair

“Harrington, are you fucking with me right now?”

“Wha- No!” Steve sits up from his previous position with his head in your lap as you played with his hair, the two of you watching some lame comedy movie. “I mean, you don’t have to do it, but since you were offering…” he trails off as he gets up to grab another bottle of water and you take the time to compose yourself.

When he comes back, you immediately start in on him. “So, you’re actually being serious about me cutting… your hair.”

“What’s the big deal?” he asks, the question sounding muffled by the enormous handful of popcorn he just stuffed into his mouth. “You cut Max’s hair the other day, didn’t you?”

You scoff, looking at him incredulously. “Max wouldn’t have cared if I had given her the same haircut as Will,” you emphasise. “You- You’re… you’re Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington!”

“Ah, yes, my government name,” Steve says sarcastically. “But, I mean, it’s you. I trust you to cut my hair. Just don’t give me the same haircut as Will and we’ll be fine.”

A huge grin threatens to break free and you find that you physically can’t stop it. “You really trust me that much?” You nudge him with your leg from the other side of the couch and he rolls his eyes, but the pink tint of his cheeks doesn’t go unnoticed. “Aw, you old softie. Alright, get up.”

“Wha- We’re doing it now?” his head snaps up at you, hand reaching halfway to the popcorn bowl. You move it to the side and grab his hand to start dragging him to his bathroom.

“You can’t take it back now, Steve. Binding verbal contract,” you declare dramatically and sit him down on the closed toilet seat, legs spread apart for you to stand between.

As you reach for the scissors in the cabinet above his head, Steve places his hands on either side of your waist as a reflex action to steady you while you search. “I wasn’t gonna take it back, I was just invested in the movie,” he mumbles, dangerously close to your stomach which causes his breath to fan across the tiny strip of exposed skin from where your pyjama shirt has ridden up.

If it weren’t for you trying to steady your own breathing, you’d have noticed Steve’s was slightly shaky. Quickly grabbing the scissors that are finally in view, you find yourself level with Steve who looks up at you, hands still on your waist. He keeps them there even while you set a towel around his neck.

The bastard winks at you. Raising a brow, you hold up the scissors threateningly and you swear he turns a little paler.

“Relax,” you snort, stepping away from Steve to get the water in the sink running. His hand trails down your leg, light as a feather as he’s reluctant to let go. He’s always been touchy with you, and you with him. You’ve always thought it was normal best friend behaviour growing up.

Even as you wash his hair, running your fingers through the soft strands, his eyes flutter shut and you think about how natural this is for your dynamic.

And yet, ever since you and Steve became the unofficial babysitters for a bunch of kids who seem to be convinced that Steve is in love with you and you’re in love with him, you second guess everything about your friendship.

You can’t help but consider that maybe it isn’t normal for you to hate every girl Steve has ever gone out with, or for him to point out every flaw in the guys who go out with you to the point where you end up cancelling on every one of them.

Or for you to compare every guy you do end up going out with to your best friend…

Damn kids, putting ideas in your head.

“You’ve been a little too quiet,” Steve cracks an eye open, squinting up at you through wet hair. “You’re not planning on balding me are you?”

“Scared you’ll lose the source of all your powers?” you ask him in mock concern. “One wrong snip and there goes your endless chain of girls.”

“All except you,” Steve fires back, shaking the wet strands of hair in your face, making you gasp.

You grab the towel around his neck to swat at him, but he grabs the other end and tugs at it, making you stumble and use his shoulder for support.

He smiles at you, guilt-free and you think about how your best friend has one of the prettiest smiles in the world.

And so you push yourself off before you find your mind venturing into dangerous territory.

“Well, I say it’s time to test that theory out,” you reply, clearing your throat and picking up the scissors again. “You better be feeling fortunate it’s me holding these scissors of all people.”

“Oh, I am.”

3. when he holds back your hair

“Ooooh, thanks for the haircut, Y/N,” you groan out in your best imitation of Steve’s voice as he hauls you into the bathroom of whoever the hell’s house you’re in. “I love my hair soooo much. Let’s go to a party so everyone can see my hair. Then you can get so drunk you feel like you’re going to die.”

“I didn’t force the alcohol down your throat!” Steve exclaims, sitting down with you on the floor by the toilet, lifting up the seat and helping you lean over it. The guilt in his voice contradicts his words heavily. “Hey, wait, let me tie your hair up first.”

He gathers your hair up in one hand and uses his teeth to take off the hair tie he keeps on his other wrist for you.

If it weren’t for the nausea, your stomach might have swooped for a completely different reason.

“You know damn well that I don’t go to these parties, Steve,” you try to take deep breaths to keep the vomiting at bay while he ties your hair. “Because every time you force me to, the whole entire population apparently wants to talk to you, so I get all bored and end up drinking half the alcohol on the premises without realising!”

“I’m sorry,” he soothes, keeping your ponytail out of the way as your body decides it can’t keep the sickness at bay. “It’s okay, babe. You’re fine, I got you.”

It’s while Steve grabs you tissue after tissue and cleans you up unflinchingly, that you realise maybe he isn’t just your totally platonic childhood best friend.

The scowl on your face, which is actually directed at the universe for putting you in this situation of all things to realise your feelings, gets misinterpreted by Steve who pouts at you, hand resting on your cheek.

“I’m gonna take you home and you can stay over and I’ll stay with you all night in case you throw up again and you can pick the movie for tomorrow’s movie night and the next month’s worth of movie nights, okay?” Steve implores, eyes wide and pleasing with you.

“Okay,” you whisper, no argument left in you. Partly because of the vomiting, mostly because you’re trying to process all these feelings while drunk and exhausted. You slump against his chest and he holds you there. “Thanks, Stevie.”

“Anything for you.”

You’re definitely fucked.

4. when he cooks you breakfast

“Pass the knife,” Steve calls over his shoulder to where you’re sat on the opposite kitchen counter. His voice makes you wince, your head still hurting from your killer hangover. Probably the reason Steve is cooking you breakfast in the first place.

You grab the knife and walk over to him, slowly and grudgingly. “Not so loud,” you grumble, passing it over a little too aggressively.

“You’ll feel better once you get some pancakes in you,” Steve says, all-knowing expression on his face as he chops up strawberries — your favourite. “You go and sit, I’ll bring them to you.”

“Nah, it’s fine,” you shrug, grabbing the spatula to start flipping the pancakes already in the pan. “You just focus on those strawberries.”

He looks at you warily while you struggle to flip even one pancake. “I don’t even know why you bother every time.”

“Go to hell, Harrington,” you mumble, right before the uncooked batter on top of the pancake smears on the side of the pan. “You distracted me!”

Steve chuckles in response and sets down his knife, coming over to stand behind you. You aren’t prepared for him to trap you between the stove and him, holding your spatula-wielding hand and guiding it under the pancake. “Here, like this.”

It was easy enough to ignore the sight of him making you breakfast as you stared at random kitchen utensils from your spot on the counter this whole time. But it’s another thing when he’s pressed up against you, hand over yours, his scent overwhelming you. It doesn’t help that you’re wearing his shirt and his sweatpants and slept in his bed — you quite literally can’t escape him no matter where you go. And that means you start to think about your feelings for him, unfortunately sober this time, not allowing you to ignore them.

The problem is, you don’t think you want to.

“We’re like an old married couple sometimes,” he says, completely offhandedly.

You freeze, not knowing what to say.

He’s kidding, of course, making a joke that you should probably laugh at. The thought of him saying things like this while thinking about you completely platonically, however, suddenly brings back nausea that rivals the night before. You collect yourself quickly and mutter something about how he wishes, before ducking under his arm to get some plates.

Steve clears his throat, running a hand through his hair, a little awkwardly. “What’s wrong?”

You really need to work on your acting skills.

“Nothing!” you insist, waving him off and handing him a plate. “I just felt a little dizzy for a second. Hungry.”

“Oh, do you wanna eat and then rest up?” His protective mode immediately kicks in, something you’re all too familiar with. “I can go grocery shopping for movie night with the kids myself.”

You roll your eyes, loading your plate with strawberries before Steve even has the chance to place the first pancake on. “I’m just hungry, I promise. Also, every time one of us goes alone, we end up forgetting like half the list and those kids are scary when they don’t have their essentials.”

“Oh, I remember the Eggo incident all too well,” Steve shudders are the memory. “My coffee table still leans a little to the right.”

5. when you go grocery shopping

“I can’t believe you wouldn’t stop at my house so I could grab some clothes,” you grumble, handing over the shopping cart to Steve with more force than necessary. “It was literally on the way! I look ridiculous, Steve.”

When he doesn’t answer, you sigh and look up from your list to find him grinning stupidly and looking over at your figure, clad in his clothes. You swat at his arm to snap him to attention.

“I think you look cute in my clothes,” he shrugs, unapologetic. “A completely self-indulgent move on my part.”

You almost stop in your tracks.

Yeah, Steve and you are close and he’s a sweet, charming, naturally flirty guy. But he’s never been this bold with you. First at breakfast, practically back-hugging you, and now admitting he likes to see you in his clothes?

You wonder what’s changed all of a sudden, but it’s making you nervous. And a little frustrated because how are you meant to come to terms with your feelings for your best friend when he says things like that!

“Don’t let the kids catch you saying stuff like that,” you wrinkle your nose, throwing a box of Eggos into the cart before you forget. “They’d be insufferable.”

“So, what?” Steve mumbles, pushing the cart into the next aisle to look for Lucas’ cookies. “They’re just joking around.”

You frown at the lack of joking around in his voice, and walk to the end of the cart which Steve stops in order to avoid running you over. “You don’t find it embarrassing and irritating?”

He scoffs. “Nice to know how you feel about the mere thought of being together,” he laughs without a trace of humour. “What’s the big deal, anyway?”

The sudden change of tone in the conversation has you wildly confused, and slightly annoyed because it’s easy for Steve to wave off the kids and their very real remarks. “The big deal is that we aren’t together. And the kids always saying that we should be… I- it- it has me confused!”

An elderly woman who’s about to enter the aisle, sees the two of you and clearly hears you raising your voice because she instantly turns her cart around.

“What has you confused?” Steve asks incredulously, throwing his arms up. “Is the idea of being with me that mind-boggling?”

You laugh derisively, no clue what he’s talking about. “We aren’t even—This has me confused! You, when you talk like we should be together, and when you flirt and when you act like we are together! But then we’re just best friends! What the hell is up with that?!”

“Well!” Steve looks around — you aren’t sure why, when the aisle is empty aside from you two. He pinches the bridge of his nose and takes a deep breath. “Maybe it’s because I fucking love you!”

Your breath catches in your throat and you’re scared you might start choking if you do try and speak. However, when Steve looks at you like he wants to take it all back, misunderstanding your silence, you can’t stop the words from flowing out. “Well…maybe I love you too!

The relief on Steve’s face is something you catch for only a few seconds, because the next minute he’s striding over, shopping trolley abandoned on the side. He stares down at you, gaze intense and determined and so, so beautiful. “And maybe I wanna kiss you really bad.”

“Maybe you better.”

And so he does. He kisses you, really, really kisses you with the intention of making you forget everything else except him. Your best friend— your completely non-platonic best friend is kissing you and sliding his hands into your hair as you keep your hands on his hard, strong, chest that you’ve leant on for so many years. And while he presses his lips to yours, you can believe that he’s loved you for that long, you know he has.

When Steve reluctantly pulls away, you realise that you’ve loved him for just as long and damn those kids for knowing it before you did.

You’re the first to speak, albeit breathlessly. “They’re never gonna let us live this down, are they?”

“I don’t even care,” he shakes his head, grinning. “I finally got the girl.”

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chyckles · 4 months

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Mastermind

━ A Bucky Banes one-shot

━ Pairings: bucky barnes x fem!reader

━ Summary: Where you plan a masterplan to confess your feelings for Bucky.

━ Words: 2.6k

━ Warnings: None, just my bad grammar

━ A/N: Nat is alive in this one, just wanted a little AU were everyone is happy and alive.

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Bucky isn't in his best mood. Actually, he's been in a bad mood lately, at least when he's with you. So you know that you should wait until he seems better to put the plan into action. But you just can't wait anymore, you've been having a pretty bad week yourself, and you need to get it out of your chest just yet, or it may end up killing you.

So, arming yourself with courage, you approach him that night. He seems to be doing nothing, just scrolling boringly through his phone. He looks cute, using both of his hands to hold the phone, just like old people.

"Hey, Buck" you say when you enter his range of vision.

He looks up from his phone, he doesn't look startled, probably heard you entering the room with his super-soldier ear.

"Hey" he says, and goes back to his phone. For a man who wasn't born in this century, he seems to enjoy new technologies.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure" he says, even though he looks pissed. You don't understand why he's acting so strange around you lately, maybe you really shouldn't be doing this.

You sigh.

"So... I was planning on watching a movie with Nat, but she just went on a mission. Do you... want to watch it with me?" you ask quickly, like if you say it fast enough the words would change or something.

"I'm busy" he simply says, frowning. He doesn't look busy at all.

You look around as if looking for something or someone that's keeping him busy. You, of course, don't find anything, so you nod sadly and turn around "Okay, I'll ask someone else"

Great, the plan hasn't even begun and you have already failed. You feel stupid. Why would a man like Bucky Barnes be interested in you? You're just a normal woman, there are plenty of better options out there, even inside the team.

As you approach the door, you feel the pain of rejection wash over you. Bucky and you were always close friends, but lately, he's been acting all cold and weird with you. Maybe he found out you like him and is trying to push you away? That's the only thing that makes sense, and it hurts you. It hurts you because not only are you losing the man you have feelings for, but you're also losing a great friend.

"Wait" you hear Bucky's voice when you reach the door.

"Mhm?" you ask, turning around, he's now standing.

"You know what? A movie sounds great" he says with a nod.

You can't help but smile "Really? Cool. I was thinking of a horror movie, but if it's not your thing we can watch something else. You know, if you get scared easily?" you tease.

You're beginning to regret teasing him, now that your relationship is not at its best, but then he smiles:

"Yeah, I think I can handle myself, horror sounds good"

You nod, now excited "Great, I'll make some popcorn a prepare some drinks, we'll have fun"

"Sounds good"

You nod with a smile "You can choose the movie while I prepare everything. Choose a good one"

With that being said, you start to walk to the kitchen.

Now your plan can begin. To be completely honest, you didn’t have anything prepared with Nat, you just needed an excuse so you didn’t sound so desperate about it. You have everything planned: first, you will confirm if Bucky likes you, with subtle touches and light words. Then, you will finally confess your feelings. You just hope you don’t embarrass yourself.

Since he’s been so rude to you lately, you’re not so sure about the plan, but what can you do? Just stay there, watching him from a distance, but never making a move? You’re not like that, you have to do something, or you may combust. At least you have to find out if he likes you back, or if his sudden behavior with you is because he doesn't like you anymore, even as a friend. At least he has accepted to watch the movie, that has to mean something. Right?

With that in mind, you grab the popcorn and the drinks and make your way to the living room. Bucky is already there, scrolling through a streaming service with a frown on his face.

“Hey” you leave everything on the table and smile at him. He doesn’t smile back, just nods while you sit down next to him. Why is he being so reserved? You really don’t understand.

You can’t help but notice that he’s sitting in a way that his metal arm is not facing you, how convenient.

“So… have you chosen a movie yet?” you say as you eat popcorn.

“No, still trying to think what to pick” he says, turning his face back to the TV.

"Anything's fine, really. It doesn't have to be a masterpiece (horror movies normally aren't)"

“Alright” and his eyes linger on yours, maybe longer than he intended. You can’t help but notice and smile.

Then he chooses a random movie and press play. He makes himself comfortable and you catch him looking at you. Is he looking at you with happiness, discomfort or something more? You can’t tell, his face is indecipherable.

You turn away from him, you don’t want to make it so obvious that you like him, not before putting your plan into action. So you stare at the movie, but you can still feel his eyes looking at you from time to time.

The movie plays and you’re too nervous to make a move. You sigh, now unsure about everything.

Then, the perfect moment for your plan occurs. There’s a jump scare in the movie. You’re not scared at all, but you jump a little and hold his hand, wanting to see his reaction.

His face doesn't change, but you can feel his body stiffening. Maybe he doesn’t like you after all? Maybe this was a bad idea? Maybe you’re making a fool of yourself?

But then he squeezes your hand and looks at you with a reassuring smile. All the doubts leave your mind when you see that smile that you love so much, when you feel his hand around yours, comforting you.

First part of your plan: done. He didn’t back off, he didn’t look at you like you’re crazy or called you out.

It still didn’t mean anything, right?

You continue watching the movie, and you proceed with the second part of the plan. This is a little more risky, but you assure yourself that it’s worth it. You fake yawn a few times.

Finally, you, slowly, rest your head on his shoulder.

He doesn't move, maybe even being a little more frozen than he normally would be. You smile, this is a good sign, right? You wish you could see his face, or read his mind.

You continue watching the movie like this, resting your head on his shoulder and still holding his hand. There’s nowhere in the world where you wish to be more than here.

You still have more things in your plan, but the movie ends before you can make them happen. You finally separate from him, your body hot where he was touching you.

“Hmm, not the best movie I’ve watched, but entertaining enough, right?” you ask with a smile.

“Yeah, it wasn’t bad” he nods.

He looks at his hands, you can feel he’s nervous. Is that a good sign or a bad one? You can’t tell.

“I should get going” he suddenly says.

You feel disappointed.

You still haven’t decided if you’re gonna confess or not. He didn’t react bad to any of your moves, but you still feel unsure. What if he sees you just like a friend? What if you ruin your friendship? Then again, your friendship hasn't been in its best stage lately, you wouldn't be ruining anything.

You decide to do it. You just can’t stand this feeling. Looking at him, being close to him, but not being able to kiss him, to touch him… it’s just so painful.

“Got somewhere better to be?” you finally ask.

“Not really” he says “But… I should go. Thanks for the movie, tho”

He stands up and starts walking away.

“Wait” you say. You can’t just let him go like that, you may not have another chance like this, where you two are alone “Wait, I… need to tell you something, can you sit down for a minute?”

“Alright” he says with a confused frown, but he does as you say and sits down again.

You swallow nervously, unsure where to start. You decide to start with the beginning:

"I... I kind of lied to you. I wasn't planning on watching a movie with Nat, I haven't even seen her since yesterday. I... planned all of this to spend time with you" you confess "Alone time with you" you specify.

“You did?” he asks. He seems confused.

“Mhm, and you know why?” This is it, you’re gonna say it.

“Why?” he asks softly.

“Because I like you” you finally confess.

The room falls completely silent. Bucky is apparently frozen. You are too.

You try to look into his eyes, looking for a sign. But he’s not looking at you.

“Well? You don’t have anything to say?” you chuckle nervously.

"I..." he stutters before he manages to get his voice back. “I like you too."

You sigh and laugh with relief "Really? I mean, I..."

“Yeah, I really do” This time he looks at you, and you can finally see his eyes. They’re shining, you have never seen them like that, you have never seen them as beautiful “I like you a lot”

You smile and lean in towards him. You look at his lips and then at his eyes, like begging him to kiss you.

You are so close… so close you can feel his breath. So close he can probably hear your fast heartbeat. “Kiss me” you whisper.

You don’t have to ask twice, he closes the space between you and kisses you. His mouth presses against yours, soft and gentle at first, then more firmly, with a hunger that has been growing for too long. His hand travels to your waist, holding you; and yours goes to his hair, holding him even closer to you.

It feels like you two are melting into each other, his body pressed against you, every inch being touched. It feels almost surreal, almost magical.

Your tongues meet and you both let out a murmur of joy. Everything is perfect, this is how things should be.

You grab all the courage you have left and make your way towards his lap, putting each leg on either side of him. He lets it happen. Your legs are now wrapped around him, making it impossible to be closer.

He now holds you with both his arms, probably without thinking about it. Both the warm and the cold sides of him make you feel whole.

You finally separate from him to catch your breath, he seems to be just fine, tho.

He then smiles shyly, like you just did not kiss fiercely a second ago.

“I’m glad you told me”

“Yeah, I’m glad too” you say with a smile.

He shifts, making himself more comfortable, before he looks into your eyes with a smile "I… how long has it been that you feel this way about me?"

You raise your eyebrow, confused by the sudden question, but decide to answer:

“I think I liked you since the moment I met you, since the moment I saw that pretty face framed by that long hair" you laugh, and he blushes a little, making you blush too "But I thought I just liked you as a friend, I didn't realize what my feelings were until a few weeks ago, you know, after that mission... when you were injured, and I thought..."

“You thought what?”

“That I was gonna lose you” you confess and that makes him smile sweetly. Your right hand travels to his cheek and start caressing it "Yeah, and in that moment it hit me: I didn't want you as a friend anymore, I wanted to hold you, to take care of your injury, to kiss you until you feel better”

After a moment of comfortable silence you ask:

“What about you? When did you start to have feelings for me?"

He seems to think about it for a moment, maybe contemplating if he should tell you.

"Do you remember when I told you I was having nightmares about the time I was tortured by HYDRA?"

“Yeah, that night neither of us could sleep?”

"Mhm, well... in that moment, when you comforted me... when you were there for me... I knew then. That was when I realized how much I liked and cared for you, more than any friend or teammate ever before."

You smile softly "That was a while ago, you should've told me sooner"

“I thought you would never feel the same way about me, though you were just being kind, like any friend would”

“That’s funny, I’ve been avoiding telling you because of the same reason” you chuckle slightly.

“I guess we’re both stupid”

“Yeah… But, anyways, I have a question… why were you being so… why were you avoiding me lately?” you didn’t wanna say the word ‘mean’.

“Oh, you notice?” he says, and you can feel embarrassment in his voice “I just… it hurted me being around you, but not being able to… you know… kiss you or…” he rambles.

You smile and kiss him again, this time the kiss is soft and short.

When you separate, you can’t help but laugh out loud with the thoughts that cross your mind.

“God, Nat is not gonna believe I told you”

“What? You've been telling Nat about me?" he raises an eyebrow.

“Of course, she’s my friend” you smile.

"Right, right. What else did you tell her?” he asks. Is he teasing you?

"Oh, nothing, really. Just rambling about how beautiful I think you are... you know, that kind of things girls talk about" you say caressing his cheek. That makes him blush again "I think she would be relieved that I finally confessed, because now I can tell you instead of her, she was getting irritated" you chuckle.

He chuckles too, probably imagining Nat pissed about you rambling about him. The thought of it is just too ridiculous.

"Did you always plan to confess to me at some point then?" he asks.

“Of course, I always have to make the first move” you joke.

"So, you really planned all of this? Not just the movie, but the whole confession as well?" he smirks.

"Yeah, the movie was just to make sure you liked me too. You know, holding your hand and all that... I'm a mastermind"

“And I guess that means you'll be making the first move the rest of the time as well?"

"Of course" you smile evilly.

"Of course," he mimics back. "Well, I guess I'll just have to get used to you taking charge then."

He smiles back at you in the same way you did and leans forward so that his face is close to you again.

"What are you planning next?" he hints with a smirk.

"Well, I was planning on asking you to be my boyfriend?" you ask with a sly smile.

"Be your boyfriend?" he repeats with a teasing smirk. "Did you plan that as well? Is this the next step in the mastermind's plan?"

"Mhm, is it working? Would you say yes?"

"Yes," he suddenly answers, not wasting any time. "I'll be your boyfriend."

"Great" you say and then give him a quick kiss.

"And now that I'm your boyfriend, what are our next steps?"

"I have to keep that a secret, don't want to spoil my masterplan" you wink.

"I should've known," he says, laughing softly. "Always a step ahead, isn't it?"

"Always" you chuckle.

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luci-is-a-bitch-x3x · 7 months

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Obey Me! Beel & Belphie with a Goth MC! : basically my thoughts on what the brothers reactions would be, how they would handle having a goth partner, ext.

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Welcome to the third part of this adventure! This is the twins reactions separately but their thoughts/feelings may overlap. The characters may not be how you imagine! I apologize for any poor jokes, bad spelling, and terrible grammar. Without further ado, enjoy the content. ♡

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Goth MC! who does the make up, the white foundation the "crazy" eyeliner, the black/grey or dark color eyeshadow and blush. Classic black or red lipstick with matching nail polish on the Mc's fingers. The saggy looking hair that matches the make up, oh so well. Goth MC! Who has the unkept look, but at second glance you can tell their well kept. At least to some extent. The Mc has raggy, ripped looking outfit but upon closer inspection its clear the outfit is perfectly kept up with. Goth MC! Who has an over extent looking outfit, looking like rags on rags, and the Mc has a dead looking apperance appearing to have risen from the grave. Almost the perfect example of a goth baddie. How will the brothers react?

Beel

When Goth Mc drops into the Devildom, Beel wasn't really concerned. Beel is sweet baby boy nonjudgemental he just doesn't care what others look like or wear. As long as Mc doesn't steal his food or hurt his family, he'd be chill. It might even take him some time to notice Goth Mc's appearance. Pls be patient he's always focused on food. He's the Avatar of Gluttony dude! The first time he meets Mc he doesn't pay attention, instead complains to Lucifer about being hungry. Someone feed the poor bby.

Beel finds Goth Mc's look to be unique. He thinks its cute. He can relate to the fact that some people may find Goth Mc to be scary. People somehow find this giant teddy bear to be scary all the time! Beel isn't threatened or scared by Mc's apperance. He will gladly listen to Goth Mc rant about goth culture or dark things in general while he munches on food. Beel will also gladly accompany Mc to haunted houses as long as he has food. Dont want him to go on a rampage. Beel may raise his eyebrows even jump a little in shock, but hes ultimately a great haunted house partner. He wont leave Mc behind and will even put himself between the thing thats scaring them and Mc.

Dating with Beel is adorable! Beel likes to do Goth Mc's intrests because he likes seeing Mc happy! Beel will gladly watch anytype of horror or scary film with Mc. "I'll be focused on the popcorn anyways." Although Beel is indeed focused on the popcorn. He still takes Mc's intrests seriously, he'll watch the film's and listen to Mc rant about how it was well done or poorly executed. Beel will nod along while Mc rants and occasionally say what parts he liked.

Beel will happily go out places with Goth Mc. He thinks nothing of it, he just wants to go out to eat with someone he cares about. Such a cutie. Beel may be a gentle giant, but he will gladly use his "scary" apperance to make people leave Mc alone. The poor idiot still wants to bully Mc for being goth? Dont worry Mc! Beel's always hungry! "...its bad to eat other demons..? ....i was just trying to protect you Mc..." *sad puppy Beel* Mc! Apologize! Sweet Bby did nothing wrong! Go get him a snack!

Beel doesnt care about apperance so he isnt the best with fashion gifts. However Beel takes gifts seriously and always puts so much thought into them. If he gets something from someone and it remind him of Goth Mc, he won't hesitate to give it to them. Mc might occasionally receive goth gifts from him, but Beel mostly gives them dark colored foods. For example, a black cupcake with a bat or a skeleton. Something sweet and simple like that.

Belphie

When Belphie first meets Mc in general is wack. But we wont talk about that. Goth Mc he'll give a eyebrow raise maybe even a small smirk. Belphie would defiently bully/tease Goth Mc. "...You look more dead than the skeletons inside people's coffins.. *yawn*" dont be fooled, Belphie lives for Goth Mc. Simp! Jk I just feel like belphie would really be into a Goth Mc. Belphie doesn't give a damn what someone wears. Mans can barely stay awake to care. I honestly feel like Belphie has probably been called emo or something similar. Belphie and Mc would defiantly get into playful fights over which one is better, goth or emo. Both are valid ♡

Imagine Goth Mc dating Belphie and then people at R.A.D start calling the two of them the "emo couple" the fights ..mostly playfights.. This could lead to. Like imagine some demon walking up and saying their the emo couple or calling Goth Mc, emo in general.

Goth Mc: "I'm not emo!! Belphie! you're killing my vibe" "...you think I've killed youre vibe?... *yawn* ...we both know i improved you're vibe. ...Who likes Goths anyways. *insert that cocky smirk he gives*" He says all of this playfully he is just a little shit. Just likes to tease and deflect his actual feelings.

Dating with Belphie is playful. Belphie is always teasing Mc, and he expects MC to tease him back. He'll say the rudest comment ever, but the grin on his face tells Mc that hes just playing. Hopefully. Belphie may be playful and he may bully Mc, but hes the only one allowed to bully Mc. Some random demon comes up and trash talks Goth Mc's look well- "..*bored yawn* ....you're just mad that a walking skeleton looks better than you..." Yup. Thats his way of dealing with it. He'll insult them and Mc at the same time. Belphie is a bitch mean so if he doesn't hurt the random demons feelings he'll either put the demon to sleep. If he can't do that he'll just give the demon nightmares.

Belphie doesnt do a lot of activities, he'll just sleep next to Goth Mc as they do their thing. Scary movie? Just dont wake him up by jumping around. Make up? Belphs sleeping on Mc's lap. Weird ritual? Can he still sleep on Mc's lap while they do it? Belphie straight up doesn't care man. Just sit or lay somewhere Mc, its Belphies nap time and he needs his favorite pillow.

Belphie sleeps all the time. So gifts isn't something he just randomly does often. I feel like his gifts would be cute things like goth bed attire. Oh, he was out at the store and saw this black bat plush. No he didn't get it because it reminded him of you, Mc. He got it because its soft and comfortable. Liar. If Belphie gives Mc any other gifts he either oddly found it somewhere or had one of his older siblings get it. Belphies lazy, but that doesn't mean hes not thinking of you, Mc.

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Thats all for now! Hope you enjoyed babes!!♡ This is not proofread. Feel free to comment or reblog any thoughts or any add ons you have! The side characters reactions will be coming soon. So stay tuned! You matter. You are loved! ‹𝟹

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koostarcandy · 1 year

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you & i [3/3]

pairing: idol!jungkook x songwriter!reader

genre: fluff, angst

a/n: I made a flashback kinda thingy because why not? the reader has a tattoo (may have taken a small concept from lily and atlas) and yes it's open ending ㅠㅠ you can use your imagination and send me asks to what you think would happen ^^ tysm for over 1k followers 🛐

you fidget with the tulips you placed on the dining table, admiring the way it brightened up the place with it's simplicity. you take one last look over the whole place, keen and alert eyes on the lookout for tilted frames and misplaced couch cushions. you glance at your phone for any notifications, taking off your glasses and rubbing your eyes.

you can't remember the last time you were this giddy at the thought of someone coming home.

"c'mon now, angel, now there's wasted peri peri powder on the floor!"

you giggle at his whining, placing the abnormally large bowl of popcorn on your makeshift table. "i've barely been here two minutes and i'm already ruining your floors." jungkook mumbles, frantically tissues to clean up any residue of the red powder. "oh, shush koo," you kiss his cheek, leaning into him after he throws away the trash, "you haven't ruined anything, in fact, this is the best night i've had in months!" he chuckles, amused and touched at your sincere attempt to cheer him up.

you hope he can't hear your head going a hundred miles a minute, his arms wrapping around you like the comfiest blanket you know. he trails kisses from your nose to your lips and to your neck, settling on making the prettiest red mark on your collarbone.

it garnered raised eyebrows and suggestive looks from your friends when you had forgotten to cover it up, teasing a shy you and your lovey dovey boyfriend.

you absentmindedly trace your collarbone, a lone finger going over the star tattooed there. he always kept going back there, like he knew people would look there and comment on it. you recall the time he was nothing short of overjoyed when you said you wanted a tattoo there, especially because it was one of his favourite spots on you. his lips would automatically go there when he curls up with you, fluffy hair tickling your face.

"quit hogging the mirror! i wanna fix my hair!"

"excuse me but this is my bike, i can do whatever i'd like, angel."

mumbling about the helmet messing your hair up, you barely register jungkook popping a earbud in your ear, taking your phone and playing your "night rides <3" playlist. you hum instinctively at the first song playing, looking at jungkook scrolling through your phone, seemingly waiting for you.

"you must really love me huh?"

he smiles at your endless clicks of him, domestic and suggestive, cute and hot. "is that even a question?" you link your arms around his neck, pecking his smiling lips, "i've seen your pictures before and i haven't been more loved," you say truthfully, prompting jungkook to pull you closer, hands gripping your waist tightly.

your lips dance to a rhythm only both of you can hear, closed off from the rest off the world. you throw your head back slightly, catching a glimpse of the gradient sky, small stars scattered across. this scene would later make its way into your journal, watercolor pens and your memory doing its best to recreate it, drawing two tiny figures in the middle of the maroon sunset sky, glancing at the fast asleep body next to you, his arm on you like muscle memory. said sleeping man cracks his sleep-ridden eyes open, looking at you propped up on your elbows, concentrated on finishing the drawing of your date. he closes the book when you're done and keeps it on his nightside table, curling his body into yours and immediately snoring away when he gets your warm and bare skin on his.

you're sure you're a blushy mess now, reminiscing on wine stained memories. you wonder where it all wrong, when you both started walking around each other like it was thin ice. perhaps it was unsaid words from your side, maybe it was bottled up emotions from him. you felt your heart crack little by little when the sparkly and warm eyes you used to wake up to became a dull, white and empty pillow by your side.

somewhere, something went terribly wrong. talking about fond recollections with jungkook on sleepless midnights turned to you waking up with him echoing in your head like a long forgotten legacy. you look at the very door he walked out of, mentally berating yourself for not running after him. you wanted to run after him, tell him he can't leave you like this, that you'll strive to be better, beg him to stay.

you left the front door open, to show him that he's always welcome back in your shared abode. because he's all you've ever wanted, figment of your best intentions come to life.

you feel your lips tremble and eyes watering when you hear the stomps of his boots finally hit the wooden floors. you hold your limbs back from running to his tender-hearted body, teary eyes meeting his doe ones. the eyebrow piercing has gone, indicating the long time you've both spent apart. jungkook takes off his mask and puts his keys into the bowl on the shoe stand by the door, like his usual routine.

only this time, his tattooed hand holds tightly onto a brown paper bouquet of tulips, a look of longing washing over his face. parted lips let out your name, turning up slightly when he notices the same kind of flowers on the table. he takes off his shoes and slip into the slippers you left out for him, coming ever so close.

"hello, you."

tagging: @derinxj

pt time: @armys-dna ; @junsai-tree ; @soobhyun ; @shatzkrinslinzki ; @jinsquishes ; @cherishoshi ; @fragmentof-indifference ; @indgio ; @jjkeverlast ; @parkdatjimin

#jungkook #jungkook fluff #jungkook angst #jungkook x reader #jungkook mini series #jungkook scenarios #jungkook imagines #bts x reader #bts jungkook #this is so underwhelming im sorry #but ty for reading bye

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centralperkchenford · 7 months

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I’m back lol in honor of spooky season

Chenford + watching a scary movie and Tim teasing Lucy about being scared when they see “far worse things every day”

I have to admit I don’t like scary movies but I remember my mom and brother talking about this one and now they couldn’t watch it so 🤣🤣. I too am a scaredy cat.

I hope you enjoy this one!! 🎃

Chenford + watching a scary movie and Tim teasing Lucy about being scared when they see “far worse things every day”

Right beside you is where I belong from this moment on

“What movie do you want to watch?” Tim asks Lucy as they settle down on the couch. Tim has their bowl of popcorn and Lucy curls her feet underneath her as she leans against Tim.

“I don’t care.” She replies. Tim huffs out a breath as he scrolls through Netflix.

“Ohhh.” He says landing on one. “What about Friday the 13th?” He glances over at Lucy and sees her making a face.

“What you don’t want to see—” He starts but stops when he sees Lucy shaking her head and he nods and tries to think of another movie.

“Okay. What about a classic?” He asks. She looks up at him nods.

“Classics are good.” She says and his lips twitch a little.

“The Texas Chainsaw Massacre it’s.. intense.” He warns her but she shrugs and tucks herself more into his side. He finds the movie and presses play, he doesn’t necessarily love this movie but it’s one everyone knows. And it’s a little scary.

He looks down to see Lucy’s face buried in his chest. “Hey.” He says nudging her. “Are you even watching?”

She looks up at him and then at the TV just as someone is attacked. “Yeah it’s a great movie.” She mutters and then she drapes her legs over his legs and clutches on to his shirt. Tim huffs out a laugh.

“Baby, you know this is pretend right?” Tim asks softly. “This never would happen.”

“It could.” She mutters. Tim soothes her by running his fingers through her hair. There’s a scream on the TV and Lucy whimpers and holds on tighter to Tim. He pauses the TV and lifts her head up so he can look at her.

“You deal with far worse than this everyday and it’s real. Not some crazed person chasing people down.” He says gently but there’s a teasing lilt to his voice. He has never known Lucy to be scared of pretend. She’s the strongest, bravest person he knows. And while she may put on a mask sometimes to cover up her fear the fact still remains.

“I know.” She says looking up at him, her eyes avoiding the TV completely. “Just kind of scary.” He kisses the top of her head and holds his lips there for a moment before he presses play again, Lucy still has her face buried into his chest but she has one eye on the TV.

He reaches over to grab a handful of popcorn as he watches the movie laughing at how ridiculous this all is.

He looks down at Lucy who still has one eye on the TV. He presses pause again and then lifts her up.

“Are you enjoying this movie?” He asks her and she chews on her lip and shakes her head. She reaches over to grab a handful of popcorn. He watches as she pops it in her mouth one by one.

“You watch crime documentaries all the time.” He points out. “And you deal with.. the very depths of humanity every day. We fought off masked attackers.” He shudders at the memory of Lucy pinned against the wall with the masked attacker’s hand at her throat. And how he fought of the men attacking him so he could get to her.

“But that’s real and in front of me. I can help, I can solve it. It’s horrible and I wish it never would happen. And we fought them off together and because we are trained to do that. This is watching people get murdered one by one for no reason. And was suppose to be entertaining?” She says and Tim laughs as he gathers her in his arms.

“It was suppose to be entertaining.” He says. “That’s all it is though. Entertainment.”

“So if I go to an abandoned house in. Texas there won’t be a crazed man wearing skin as a mask who kills me?” She asks.

Tim laughs and kisses her softly on the lips. “Probably not but even if there were. I would be there to protect you.” He says. “Even though I know you could fight them off.”

“I could.” She agrees. “But you know we make a great team and we do things better together. Including fighting off Leatherface or whatever his name is.”

Tim huffs out a laugh and changes the channel to Lucy’s favorite baking show. It was a Halloween bake off, personally he found this scary. Everyone getting all competitive of cake and cupcakes.

Lucy cuddles into him some more and Tim watches as she watches the show intently. Her eyebrows furrowed as the judges critique a very elaborate ghost cake.

“Hey.” He whispers into her hair. We are better together.” Lucy hums her agreement, and lays her head on his chest.

“I would fight Leatherface with you.” She says. “I know you don’t need protecting though but I would be at your six.”

Tim grins down at her knowing he would go to the ends of the earth for Lucy again and again. He would fight off as many masked attackers that he could for her.

“You don’t need protecting either. But I would do it anyway.” He says. “I would fight off everyone for you.”

“Even the clown from It?” She asks. Tim makes a face because clowns were really not his thing.

“Yes.” He says. “I would because you are worth fighting for.”

Lucy makes a soft noise and climbs on to his lap wrapping her arms around his neck and setting in.

“You are worth fighting for too Tim Bradford.” She says. “I hope you know that.” Tim licks his lips and wonders how he got so lucky to have Lucy chose him. It’s hard to believe she did some days and that chooses him every single day.

Tim leans his forehead against hers and breathes her in knowing they would have many more nights like these. And someday with their kids tucked in besides them, because for once he can imagine his future and it’s with Lucy.

“I love you.” He mutters.

She doesn’t reply right away instead she presses her lips to his and kisses him and then finally she whispers it back. Her voice low and sincere. “I love you too Tim.”

#chenford #the rookie #tim bradford #tim x lucy #lucy chen #chenford fanfic #chenford fic #anon answered

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book-place · 1 year

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Movie Night Secrets

Warnings: mentions of eating disorders, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Peter Parker x reader platonic

Request: HELLO!!! can I pls request a peter Parker x fem friend! reader (angst/comfort btw) that has a fast metabolism that nobody knows about. She usually hides her skinniness by wearing oversized clothes since she is too embarrassed to show how skinny she is. And one day when you and Peter have a movie night at your apartment your sleeve accidentally roles upwards and he notices. He's quik to ask if you're okay while trying not to panic. He thought you had an ED while were suffering alone. You try to calm him down so you can explain its not what it seems to be. And after he calms down you explain that it's not an ED but you just have a fast metabolism

Request by: @ladyagagaslefttoe

*not my gif*

Summary: The one time you’re finally able to hang out with Peter, a big secret is let loose

A/N: 2 Peter fics in a row

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

“Ugh,” Peter threw his head back with a groan, “I can’t believe we had to postpone this three different times.”

You laughed loudly, walking over to the couch with a large bowl of popcorn in your hands, “Well, if someone didn’t have to keep canceling because of patrol, then we would have had movie night weeks ago.” You teased him playfully, making sure he knew you weren’t actually mad.

It was then his turn to chuckle before picking up the remote as you plopped down onto the cushion beside him, “A New Hope?” He asked, looking at you with a raised eyebrow.

“Star Wars movie marathon!” You cheered back, pumping a fist in the air.

Your breath hitched though as you watched the sleeve of your oversized hoodie quickly roll up and showcase your outstretched arm.

Luckily, your best friend was too busy searching for the film to even notice, and you were able to quickly shove it back down, silently cursing yourself for not being more careful.

Once the movie was finally found, you both leaned back and snuggled under a couple of blankets, happily munching on the bowl of popcorn that you had placed in between the two of you.

By the time the movie had ended, the sun had just begun to set, and you glanced hesitantly out the window, “Are you sure you don’t need to go out? I don’t mind-“

“Nope!” He exclaimed joyfully, “Mr. Stark said he would find someone to cover for me tonight. Maybe Mr. Bucky or Mr. Sam… Anyways, I suppose that means you’re stuck with me.” He sent you a playful smirk and you just laughed.

He hopped up, popcorn bowl in hand, “Want me to go get us some more?”

You shook your head slightly, reaching up to get it, “No, I’ll do it, you find the next-“ You cut yourself short as your eyes widened in horror.

Your sleeve had rolled up again.

Quickly, you slammed your arm down and chuckled nervously, knowing that you should have just tried to play it off. But now, Peter definitely knew.

His eyes widened and for a moment, he was just standing there, mouth opening and closing like a fish, unable to come up with the words he needed to react to what he just saw.

“W-what was-“ He finally stuttered out, and your face turned red in embarrassment.

He had seen how skinny your arm was.

“Peter-“ You tried to explain, but your mouth went dry. You also couldn’t find the words you needed to speak to him.

“You have an eating disorder?” His words shocked you, and your mouth flew open, but he continued before you could speak, “Why didn’t you tell me?” He looked like he was about to cry.

“Peter-“

“I could have helped you,” He was shaking in front of you now, looking as if he was close to a panic attack, “Oh god, how could I not have noticed? It all makes sense now. You’re always wearing sweatshirts and your always- god, how could I be so stupid? Was I really so caught up in being Spiderman that I couldn’t even notice that my own best friend-“

“Peter!” You finally cut off his rambling as you stood up before softening your voice completely, “It’s not what you think.”

“But I saw-“

“I have a fast metabolism,” You explained, cheeks burning red as you averted your eyes so you wouldn’t see his surly, pitying expression, “I didn’t want to tell you because I’m embarrassed about how skinny I am.”

When you finally had the courage to face him once more, it wasn’t pity that looked back at you, but kindness, “You could have told me,” He said gently, “You can tell me anything.”

“I know,” You admitted.

He let out a soft sigh and quickly wrapped his arms around you, bringing you into a welcoming embrace to his chest. You responded by gladly hugging him in return.

“I don’t want you to feel like you can’t tell me about these kinds of things,” He whispered into your shoulder, “I want to be able to be there for you.”

“You’re right,” You pulled away slightly so you could look him in the eyes, “You’re my best friend, Pete, and I never should have kept this from you.”

“I understand why you did, though,” He assured you.

Some tears entered your eyes now, “Thank you.”

“Come on, let’s get the popcorn and start the next movie.” He grinned, slinging and arm over your shoulder, leading you to the kitchen.

We Are Groot 🤎- @lovanitu @jvdethirlwall @ineedmorefanfics2 @sambucky8 @spidyyparker @irethepotato @femalemarvelself @mukbee @its-hell @ip747 @i-writes-things @popfishjr @mitsuki-murakami @mythixmagic @ladyagagaslefttoe @etanordoesbullsh1t

#platonic #platonic imagine #x reader #marvel #mcu #teen reader #mcu x reader #peter parker x reader #peter parker x reader platonic #spiderman x reader #spiderman x reader platonic #marvel x reader

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rancidpancakebatter · 1 year

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Drop In-Chapter 5 [P.P.]

Pairings: Peter Parker x AFAB Reader

Summary: You like Peter, and Peter likes you. This should be simple, so why isn’t it? Well, maybe it’s because you were already friends? Maybe it’s the stress of senior year? Maybe it’s because someone had to get bit by a spider? Who’s to say?

Word Count: 2.9k words

Content: MINORS DNI: 18+ Swearing, Marijuana Use, Underage Drinking, Bullying,

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Chapter Summary: You watch Tangled with Peter and he convinces you to go shopping with him.

A/n: Peter Parker in a suit but also a panic attack so…ya know.

Spreading my own propaganda in hopes that people may also consider donating suits to homeless shelters/rehab facilities. It’s really helpful, try to keep that in mind this holiday season.

Also, this chapter is kinda short and I’m sorry. Writer’s block is a bitch.

(F/N)=Father's Name

Peter and you raced home after school to watch Tangled. You were surprised to see Peter so excited about it. He usually only got excited when discussing a new scientific theory he had discovered, so to see him bouncing on the balls of his feet as you put the movie in was unexpected, to say the least.

“I love this movie,” Peter comments breaking you from the enchantment you had found yourself in.

“What’s not to love? Rapunzel is an absolute delight, Flynn is cute and charming, they somehow made a horse that is simultaneously a cat and a dog; it’s got everything.” Peter chuckled, the sound light and airy.

“You think Flynn is cute and charming?” Peter grins in a teasing manner.

“I have a type,” You say with a shrug.

“Cute and charming guys…noted.” Peter twisted his face in an awkward way, his eyebrow raised and pushed out his lips.

“What’s wrong with your face?” you asked through a laugh.

Peter’s brows danced, alternating in prominence. “Nothing, this what it always looks like.”

You roll your eyes, though the smile on your face shows no sign of annoyance.

“You’re a dork,” you say, popping popcorn in your mouth and turning back to the screen.

Peter’s laughter swims through the air, “I think my smoulder needs work.”

The song ends and the rest of the credits roll. You turn off the TV and sigh.

“So, what are your thoughts on a Flynn costume?” Peter turns to face you and you do the same.

“I got a few ideas…how much do you wanna dress up? Because I can get a blue tux-vest-thingy but I don’t wanna buy it just to wear it once. It’s just a silly dance, ya know?”

You tried not to be too wounded by his words. He’s a guy, they hardly ever care about dances, and Peter has never been one for fancy dress. It makes sense that he would think this. But you couldn’t help but feel a little offended.

Was it so bad to be excited? Was it so bad to want him to be excited? To look forward to dancing with you, being with you. You swallowed down the disappointment and try to put on your best face.

“Yeah, it is kinda stupid.” You said with a weak laugh.

“Whatever you can find is fine, just let me know so I can match it.” You must not have hidden your disappointment as well as you had hoped. A flash of guilt passed on Peter’s face.

Peter affected you in ways you didn’t fully understand. You wanted him to be close to you always, but in the moments he would hold you close you felt something akin to panic. You wanted him to hang out with you but if you weren’t doing an activity it felt awkward, almost painful. But the most perplexing thing was his attention.

You wanted it, craved it even, but it also made you nervous. When he’s looking at you, you feel special, important. But sometimes it frustrates you. He can be so oblivious to things you want him to see.

You want him to see that you want more, you want him to see that this friendship is slowly breaking you despite what you’ve been telling yourself. But it seems he only notices the small things you don’t want him to, like when you are upset because of a small thing he said.

Peter’s gaze moves away from you. He pulls out his phone and starts typing away. You worry that maybe you may have made things awkward with your inability to cover your emotions. A moment passes and he looks back up at you, an apologetic smile on his face.

“How about this? It’s only three; we could go shopping together. I trust your taste over mine, I mean look at me.” He gestures to his outfit and you find a small smile reaching across your face.

“Yeah, that sounds fun.”

You convinced him to visit a suit shop you knew your pops liked in SoHo, “to get a measurement and some ideas.” It was an upscale place with warm wood and cream walls. The smell of cedar greeted you as you walked in. You always loved this place. The soft lighting and delicate colours always felt comforting to you.

You could sense Peter’s anxiety raise as you entered the glass door with mahogany trimming. Before he could voice any of those concerns you were greeted by a nice-looking man with shoes you thought were a little too shiny.

“Welcome to The Armoury, I’m Jerry. What can I help you with today?” You smiled sweetly at the man as you grabbed Peter’s arm and gently pulled him forward.

“Hello, my friend here is looking to be fitted.” The man turned to Peter offering the same warm smile he shared with you.

“If you guys will follow me, we can get your measurements.”

You followed him behind a curtain to a smaller room with angled mirrors and a wooden platform that match the flooring. There was a bookshelf that line one of the walls and you wondered if they had ever been read.

Jerry asked for Peter to remove his jacket and Peter handed it to you to hold. You sat in a leather chair in the corner as the friendly gentleman began taking Peter’s measurements. He asked many questions: Have you ever been fitted before? What’s the occasion? What is he looking for? Etc. It was amusing to watch Peter try and follow the man's instructions, it was obvious he had never done something like this before.

“I’m so sorry, I never got your names.” Peter gave him his before Jerry turned to you.

“I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N), you may know my Father, (F/N) (Y/L/N).” Jerry’s smile grows.

“I thought I recognised that face. Yes, your father is a wonderful man, one of our most loyal customers.” He sees Peter’s surprise and turns to address him.

“Did you know her father comes in here every three months? Same day, same time. Apparently, he donates his suits to a homeless shelter around here…F.E.A.S.T. I think. If New York had more people like him, this city would be a much better place.” You beam, feeling pride at the man’s complement of your father.

“It seems the apple of generosity doesn’t fall far from the tree.” You find Peter’s eyes through the mirror and feel a flush rising in your cheeks.

“I’m not surprised,” Jerry said with a wink.

He finished with Peter’s measurements and directed you both back out to the shop. Jerry handed Peter a pair of khaki chinos and a white button-up to change into as it was the base of his outfit.

Agreeing to go shopping with Peter was the best thing you had ever done. Peter usually stuck to baggier clothes, hiding under layers and hoodies. You would have to send Jerry a nice thank you card.

Peter emerged from the dressing room and he looked good. The crisp button-up fit him well showing off his slender build. The cut of his chinos showed off his slim waist. You caught your jaw dropping and made a conscious effort to pick it back up.

He looked bashful as he raised his arms, “How do I look?”

Jerry answered first, “I think you look great. We could do a little tailoring so the pant hem is right and there’s less pucker on your waistline, but honestly, you could go with off the rack.”

Peter looked down, noting all of Jerry’s suggestions before looking back up to you, “Uh, yeah you- you look great.”

You could feel your brain chemistry altering the longer you looked at him, but luckily Jerry was oblivious to the conundrum you were having and began discussing vests with Peter. You took a sneaky candid of Pete through the mirror and sent it to your dad. He had asked how it was going but you didn’t trust your words at this time.

Peter was starting to feel more confident, you watched as he stood tall in the mirror looking over himself. His slouch was nonexistent and there was a soft smile that refused to leave his face. Unfortunately, The Armory’s vast selection did not include a bright blue vest in the styling of Flynn Rider so you ended up leaving.

You went thrifting next and encouraged Peter to just focus on finding a blue vest. You found a few things for consideration: A dark denim jacket vest, A white suit vest that could be dyed, and a black puffer vest that could maybe pass as Flynn’s outfit at the end. Eventually, you found a perfect sweater vest. Not perfect, it swallowed him whole so some alterations were in order, but pretty damn close.

As you and Peter wandered the store he collected a few accessories. By the time you were done he had found a trucker hat that read: fish fear me, some neon green sunglasses, and a plastic purple “chain” with a huge “2009” hanging off of it.

You looked over the dresses, hoping you might be able to find something but were un-surprised when you didn’t see one that worked. You decided not to stress about it knowing you would go shopping with your father today as well.

Peter paid for his sweater and you started the drive home. You were listening to the CD that Peter had gifted you at the beginning of the school year when you got a text. You asked Peter to check it.

Pops:

Hey Pumpkin! Are we still on for shopping today? I know you said ole Pete was stopping by…is he joining us? For shopping or dinner?

Peter read the text out loud, laughing at the nickname before the car fell quiet.

“Well?” You risked a glance at Peter as he hadn’t said anything.

“Well, what?” You rolled your eyes.

“Well, are you joining us? For dinner or otherwise?” Peter looked at you nervously, though you weren’t sure why.

“Uh…I don’t know…” He didn’t offer you anything else, going as far as to turn away and look out the window.

You weren’t dumb. That was as close to a direct “no” as you were going to get from the very passive, nonconfrontational boy beside you. But you were confused by his no. Usually, he would say something about a chore he had to finish or something else he wanted to do. But this response offered no excuse.

Your thoughts ran away from you. A swirling tornado with cutting winds. Why wouldn’t he tell you the reason? Why not if you weren’t the reason? It had to be you, but what had you done? Had you been too pushy? Was the suit shop too much? Was the dressing up too much? Was it too much? Were you too much?

That had to be it. You were too much; you demanded too much. That’s why Peter ran the first time. That’s why he was going to run again. That’s why your friends ran. You came with baggage that no one wanted to carry. You couldn’t blame them. You didn’t want to carry it either.

Even now you could feel it crushing your chest. The sheer weight of it stops air from making its way into your lungs. You can feel tears building in your eyes and you force them not to fall.

Just hold it together for three more blocks.

You pulled up to Peter’s house and gave him a polite wave as he got out of the car. He left. No “see you later.” No explanation for why he didn’t want to stay. Just a quick thanks and a small nod of the head.

When you got home you ran upstairs to your room. The comfort of your bed was tempting but you opted for the stability your floor brought. You tucked your knees into your chest and let the tears of frustration fall.

You spent almost every day together all of summer, and now eating dinner is too much? How did this happen? When did it happen? Everything was fine. Wasn’t it? You ran through every experience you had with Peter once school started.

Peter chose to sit next to you in every class. Peter chose to walk with you in the halls. Peter chose to ride home with you. Peter chose to eat lunch with you. Peter chose to ask you to the dance. Peter chose to dress up. It was all Peter’s choice.

So why was your brain telling you he didn’t? Why was it saying you had somehow manipulated him to do these things? Why was it trying to convince you he pitied you, and you were taking advantage of it?

You think back to his birthday. You think about all the activities you had planned without his input. It wasn’t much, just smoking, making a cake, and some movies.

He seemed pretty okay with all of that but what if he wasn’t? Peter didn’t often speak his mind. He tended to just “go with the flow.” What if he didn’t actually enjoy your “flow?” What if it was less of a flow and more of raging, white water rapids ripping him under the current and throwing him against the rocky banks? With no say and no way to escape.

You were in such a rush to get inside that you didn’t realise that you left your phone in the car. You didn’t realise you had left your father’s text unanswered. You didn’t realise that he was rushing home after you missed his three calls. You didn’t hear him open the door or call out for you. You didn’t hear him bounding up the stairs or knocking on your door.

You only noticed him when you felt his hand on your shoulder. You didn’t mean to flinch, you know he hates when you do that. But not because he gets defensive. It’s because he hates that your body ever learned to do it.

He looks down at your panic-ridden face and knows all too well the kind of thoughts circling your brain. He sits next to you on the floor and opens his arms to you, a silent invitation you take immediately.

There are very few feelings like holding your child as they sob in your arms. It’s a mix of very strong emotions. There is first confusion, because what reason would your beautiful, kind child have to cry about? Then there is anger. Your child should experience nothing but joy and happiness, so you feel the need to destroy whatever or whoever made your child this upset. Then there is a sense of helplessness brought on by the realisation that your child is sick, and their greatest enemy is their own mind.

Your pops recognised the moment he looked at you that you were experiencing a panic attack. He could tell by the way you seemed checked out from the world around you, unable to hear him. He could tell from the way you were curled in on yourself, hands in your hair and painful cries leaving your chest.

It had been a while since you had one; he was shocked. But not entirely surprised. Your behaviour had been concerning as of late. You second-guessed yourself a lot. You were quiet. You were growing forgetful. You seemed to sleep in more and talk less. As you cried in his arms your father tried not to beat himself for not being more proactive.

He has to let you learn how to combat this on your own; even when it’s painful. He has to be your dad first. You’re not one of his patients. So he just holds you, petting your hair as your body continues to shake against him.

You focus on what’s around you, just like your therapist taught you. You focus on the feeling of your dad’s shirt against your face and under your palms. You listen to his heartbeat and try to match your breathing to it. You focus on the repetitive passes of his hand on your hair, concentrating on predicting the next pass.

After a bit, you feel like you can breathe again, your body and mind slowly becoming more tangible. Your father feels the way your breathing slows and how your crying is reduced to scattered sniffles and braves a conversation.

“How long were you here?”

You know that your father is asking about more than your physical location. When he says “here” he means in this state of mind, and that’s always a hard question to answer.

You feel guilt building in your gut. You know he’s blaming himself for not being here for you when you needed him. He would never admit to it but he felt responsible for your “breakdowns”.

You really didn’t feel like talking but you knew that would just worry him more, and you couldn’t put him through that. So with great difficulty, you forced your shredded vocal cords to make sound.

“After you texted me.” Your father took a deep breath, almost like a reverse sigh.

“Was it something in the text?” He always tip-toed around saying what was really on his mind.

Like now, he meant something along the lines of “What did I say that upset you? Or was it maybe when I messaged you that was the issue? Please, tell me in what way this is my fault.”

“No. Peter.” You felt your father nod and hoped he wouldn’t ask you for more about that.

“I’m sorry.” You couldn’t imagine what your father had to apologise for but didn’t voice that. You voiced nothing. You just stayed as still as you could, hoping if your body was still your mind might follow.

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Beyond the Bell's Chimes | Part 45

"Ji!" Seunghan shouted as he reached the classroom door. Jiwoo was just heading out to do her daily task of taking care of their garden bed behind the school building. Their class planted daisies a month ago, and Jiwoo and Seunghan are in charge of checking it every afternoon before going to bed.

"Wait! I am going!" Jiwoo shouted back as she rushed towards him. Their classmates watched them together and started to talk if there was something going on with their relationship. They knew Jiwoo dated Wonbin, who was Seunghan's best friend, but the two have been close since Wonbin left.

Seunghan was carrying the gardening tools in one basket, including gloves and a watering can. "Do you have plans after this?" He asked her.

"Hmm, well, I don't have work today, so I might be visiting some academy to check some universities I could apply to," She replied with a smile. "You?"

"I was wondering if we could watch a movie, my treat." Seunghan softly spoke, as he wanted to hang out with her more today.

"What's showing?" She asked.

"I Spit on Your Grave," Seunghan replied, and Jiwoo's eyes sparkled in delight. "I knew you'd love it."

"Let's go? I'll pay for the snacks. We'll get pizza!" She excitedly chirped.

"Okay! That's a date then." Seunghan chuckled. They both reached the garden bed and went to check the soil condition and watered it. They were busy talking about their plans later on when two of their classmates approached them.

"You look good together; we won't be surprised if you guys started dating." They said, and Seunghan looked at Jiwoo, searching for any reaction. "Aren't you?"

"I appreciate the compliment, but Jiwoo's my best friend. I can love her in that way. Right, Ji?" Seunghan said, making the girls squeal in excitement as they found it romantic for Seunghan to say that.

"Please," Jiwoo scoffed, but it was a statement Seunghan said that gave her relief. Their classmates left them alone; Jiwoo took a handful of soil and threw it on his legs. "Why do you have to say it that way? People will start talking."

"Hey, hey! You could have just thanked me." Seunghan laughed.

"But do you really mean that?" She finally asked, Seunghan was brushing the dirt off his pants, and she helped him. He walked towards her and ruffled her hair. "I'm serious."

"I really mean it," Seunghan smiled. "I may still have some lingering feelings for you, but I want to be with you forever until we are old. I want to be your friend you can trust, lean on, and love…"

"Platonically?" She continued.

Seunghan snorted and nodded in defeat, "Yes, platonically, Ji. I realized that I make you happy this way and nothing's gonna change that." He pinched her cheek, which he really liked to do to show his fondness.

"What if you start to like someone?" She asked; it was inevitable for Seunghan, who was very handsome, smart, and an all-rounder, to not be liked by someone out there.

"Are you going to be jealous?" He tilted his head as he pulled away from her cheek. "Hmm, if she likes you the way I like you, then that would be it."

"Isn't that too much?" Jiwoo chuckled, "But I really hope you find someone who loves you the way you are, Seunghan." She ruffled his hair. "You are getting taller, aigoo."

"Aigoo, and you remained." He teased, earning a flick from her on his forehead. "Ouch!"

....

It turns out the movie they wanted to see was rated-18, and they were not allowed to watch it because of their age, unless they were with an adult. Seunghan was a little bit younger than Jiwoo, born in the first month of the year, while he was born in the 10th. They sat on a bench across from the cinema, both sighing in defeat as they watched the moviegoers buy tickets and just simply enjoy the show.

Jiwoo was hugging the bowl of popcorn they ought to eat while watching, while Seunghan held their drinks.

"Did you really not check if we are allowed to watch the movie?" Jiwoo asked, glaring at Seunghan, who looked as dumbfounded as she was. "We are both the smartest kids in class but lack social awareness about cinemas!"

"I am sorry! Okay? How about we watch High School Musical?" Seunghan pointed at the other poster.

"What? No way!" Jiwoo frowned. "Can't we do something else aside from watching a movie?" She turned to him. "If only we had an adult friend…" She sighed, but suddenly, both of them had the greatest idea ever thought of. When they looked at each other, they both started laughing excitedly.

...

"Why do you even watch this kind of movie?" Shotaro sighed as the three of them stood in line to buy the tickets. He was already in college and allowed to watch the movie, but the problem was, the movie Seunghan and Jiwoo wanted to watch was gruesome.

"Just sleep when you feel like not watching," Jiwoo patted his shoulder. "I am so glad you are free today!" She chuckled, and both her and Seunghan pitched in to buy tickets for Shotaro.

"I can't believe I am babysitting 16-year-olds." He sighed in defeat. Finally, they got the tickets, and Shotaro went with the two inside. He planned to leave after 20 minutes of the movie, as he had to do a lot of errands.

"Come on, oppa, this is one of the movies I've been waiting for," Jiwoo said as she kept hitting his arm, getting all excited about the show. She was sitting between Shotaro and Seunghan, on her left.

Shotaro planned to watch only 20 minutes of the movie, but he got hooked on the story. Eventually, he ended up throwing up in the men's restroom after the movie ended. Seunghan had to go with him, leaving Jiwoo by the exit door. She stood there, waiting and worrying about her friend, but she couldn't stop smiling at how exciting the movie was.

"Aigoo, hyung…" Seunghan sighed as they walked out of the cinema, Shotaro looking pale from throwing up almost everything he ate. Jiwoo gave him soda water to rehydrate himself.

"I hate to say this, but you guys are built different!" Shotaro sighed, causing the two to laugh at him.

"But, thank you!" Jiwoo said as she held his hands. "This is one of the best days ever! Thank you, Seung!" She then turned to Seunghan and gave him a tight hug. "You are the best!"

...

Seunghan and Jiwoo walked to the bus stop, still talking about the movie they watched. Shotaro had to leave afterward due to a class reporting. The two best friends were laughing out loud, and it felt like they were in cloud nine after the movie date they had.

"I'm so glad you enjoyed it, Ji," Seunghan said while patting her head. "Maybe we can do it some other time again. What do you think?"

"You have my word. We'll watch a movie you'd like next time," Jiwoo said as she pinched her male friend's cheeks. "Thank you! It felt like I really needed to watch it."

"You sure did," Seunghan said. "Ji…" He began to speak again, his voice soft and mellow, causing Jiwoo to stop and hum in response. "Wonbin sent me a package. I haven't opened it yet."

"He did?" Jiwoo pretended to be surprised and happy for him, but deep inside, it made her deeply anxious. "Why haven't you opened it yet?"

"Because I want to tell you. I want to open the box with you," he said. "I wanted to tell you earlier, but I did not want to spoil the fun."

"I'm sure it's all for you," Jiwoo said, reassuring that it was alright if he only remembered Seunghan.

"Is that a no?" Seunghan asked, worried that Jiwoo might have felt upset when he mentioned Wonbin. "Come on, I'll bring it to school tomorrow."

"So you are going to open it with our friends?" She asked, and Seunghan nodded. Jiwoo didn't like the idea and insisted he should just open it alone and let others know about it later on. She was hopeful, and at the same time, she did not want to expect something from Wonbin either. "I'll pass on it, Seung."

"Why? What if he brought you something?" Seunghan tried to make light of the situation, but it only made Jiwoo feel bad, so he stopped when he saw her trying to collect her emotions inside. He pulled her close and hugged her. "Okay, I'm sorry. I won't insist now."

"T-Thank you," she softly said as she felt a bit at ease when Seunghan stopped.

...

She was walking her way home, thoughts filled with questions about whether Wonbin remembered her or not. The uncertainty pained her so much that she cursed herself under her breath, kicking a pebble she found on her way. Passing by a group of thugs in the alleyway, she noticed their presence but remained unfazed. They knew Jiwoo was not someone to be messed with, as she could hold her own against anyone.

"There you are," a familiar voice reached her ears. Looking up, she saw Eunseok standing by their house gate. The door was open, indicating that he had visited her parents before waiting for her outside. "I was waiting for you."

"It's already 8–" Jiwoo tried to protest, but Eunseok's presence was somehow a relief for her. Annoyed yet thankful, she continued, "What are you doing here?"

"I thought of visiting you tonight," he smiled. "Dinner?"

"Finished. I was with Seunghan a while ago," Jiwoo explained, realizing that she shouldn't be explaining to him. "You should go home; it's already late." She attempted to walk past him, but Eunseok blocked her way.

"What seems to be the problem, Jiwoo?" he asked, his tone not interrogative but understanding. He seemed to know that she was facing an issue.

"Nothing is wrong," Jiwoo replied, avoiding his eyes. "I'm tired."

"I see. I guess I'll try again next time," Eunseok smiled and handed her a small gift box. He didn't stay for another minute and slowly walked away. Jiwoo opened the box, only to find it empty. She was confused about why he gave her an empty box.

"Mom, I'm home," she announced as she stepped inside their house. Her family was already eating fruits in the living room, asking if she had met Eunseok outside. They didn't know she had met him and even pushed him away.

"I saw the Crow Gang outside. Have they been causing problems again?" Jiwoo asked.

"I heard they are. They target new faces at night. One of them got arrested, but their parents bailed them out, and they continue to cause trouble!" Mrs. Shim angrily explained. This made Jiwoo think of Eunseok. Grabbing a bamboo stick she used for training with her dad, she ran outside to catch up with Eunseok.

It didn't take long, but Eunseok was nowhere in sight. "Song… Song Eunseok!" she shouted, checking every possible street. She finally reached the place where she had spotted the Crow Gang earlier. There, in her terror, she saw Eunseok standing amidst the crowd of thugs.

"Eunseok!" Jiwoo shouted, making everyone turn their heads in her direction, including Eunseok. "Hey! Let him go," she ordered the thugs, but they only laughed at her.

"Finder's keepers!" one thug spat, waddling toward her. Jiwoo warned him not to get too close or he'd be hurt. "What you gonna do? Huh? Hit me with a stick?"

"I am warning you," Jiwoo said. They knew she could fight, but they hadn't seen her in action. She only used her skills to defend herself in times of trouble, and this situation definitely called for it. The thugs were smart enough to pick an area where residential houses were far away, and only three lamp posts were working.

"Jiwoo, let me handle this," Eunseok tried to deescalate the situation, despite being abducted by the thugs. The moment he spoke, the leader grabbed his hair and pushed him to the ground, hitting his head on the pavement.

"Handle that sucker," the leader spat, watching Eunseok lying on the ground with a bruise on his left eyebrow.

"Ya!!" Jiwoo angrily yelled and charged her way to the thugs. Calculating their numbers, she defended herself one by one with the bamboo stick she brought. Swiftly beating four thugs, she then went on to knock out the remaining three with well-placed strikes to their heads. There were five more people, including the boss and a girl. Jiwoo found it ridiculous to have a girl in the group of thugs. The girl even carried a pocket knife to attack Jiwoo, but Jiwoo skillfully dodged the knife, twisted her wrist painfully, and slapped her hard on the face, knocking her out. Jiwoo did not have time to assess the other three men when they charged towards her. She held her arms covering her face, but Eunseok came flying across them, kicking them aside altogether. Jiwoo blinked, surprised, as she saw Eunseok offering his hand. "Come on."

"I'll get the boss," Eunseok said, wanting to confront the person who had grabbed his hair, taken his wallet, and ordered his thugs to attack Jiwoo. He grabbed the boss' collar, kicked his stomach with his knee, and then delivered a powerful punch to the face, knocking the boss out cold. Jiwoo, on the other hand, picked up her bamboo stick and gave three forceful hits to the head, hips, and legs, immobilizing the man on the ground.

Just as they thought it was the end, another group of the same thugs arrived, witnessing Jiwoo and Eunseok incapacitating their gang. Eunseok wanted to fight more, but it wasn't the best option. Jiwoo grabbed Eunseok's hand and dragged him out of the scene. The thugs chased after them, screaming and shouting in unison as they pursued the two who had injured their boss. Jiwoo, familiar with every street and corner of her neighborhood, used her knowledge to lead them to the nearest help possible.

She spotted a police car arresting a couple of thugs loitering in the park and sat on a bench next to it. Officer Lee, a family friend, was present. "Ms. Shim, what seems to be–" Officer Lee stopped when he saw the bleeding man next to Jiwoo. His attention shifted to a group of thugs running towards them, but they quickly retreated when Officer Lee started chasing them. Other police cars nearby went after the fleeing thugs.

Unknown to Jiwoo, she was still holding Eunseok's hand as she watched the thugs disappear from sight. She sighed in relief, now that they were in an area where help was accessible. "They're gone," she said and turned to Eunseok, noticing the bruise on his left eyebrow. "You got hurt."

"I'm fine. It's just a small cut," Eunseok assured, but Jiwoo held his hand again and took him to a nearby drugstore. There, she bought antibiotic cream, iodine, cotton swabs, and adhesive plaster for his bruises. Eunseok sat on a bench outside, eating a popsicle while waiting for her. When she returned, she sat next to him. He was busy eating, so he forgot about his bruise. Jiwoo cupped his cheeks and made him turn to her. "Don't move," she said, proceeding to clean his wounds.

She attended to his wounds as gently as she could, avoiding any unnecessary pressure on his face. She noticed how Eunseok stared at her while she cleaned his wounds. When she finished, she immediately pulled away, pretending not to be affected by the intimate distance between their faces.

"Clean it from time to time," she said, placing the bag on his lap.

"Thank you," Eunseok snickered. His current behavior was getting on her nerves. She glared at him, waiting for him to notice her anger. "Why?"

"Why are you here? I told you not to come here without telling me, especially not this late!" she sighed, trying to contain her anger.

"Because I missed you. I didn't see you at school today, so I wanted to see you," he replied.

"Now you've seen me, so you should have gone home—take a taxi or get your driver or something," she said, waving her hand aggressively to shoo Eunseok away. But it only made Eunseok frown.

"Why is it that you keep your distance from me the most? You never had a problem with Seunghan," Eunseok sighed, hurt by Jiwoo's different treatment. His question, however, had a different impact on Jiwoo, who immediately stopped and struggled to find words. "Am I making you uncomfortable?"

"No," Jiwoo spoke too soon, catching herself off guard.

"Then why?" Eunseok asked.

"Because… Just…" Jiwoo became speechless. Why indeed? Were there times when he reminded her of Wonbin? Definitely no. Were there times when her heart fluttered because of Eunseok? Maybe? She was at war with herself, heaving out a frustrated sigh.

"Alright," Eunseok said, in defeat.

"Alright, what?" She asked, confused by his sudden statement when she hadn't even said anything sensible to make him say 'alright.'

"I won't bother you," Eunseok declared. "Even if you say I'm not making you uncomfortable, your actions say otherwise. Alright. I won't bother you anymore," he said with a firm smile. "Thanks for your help. I'll be waiting for my driver here."

She barely said a word. Was that it? Was Eunseok really not going to bother her anymore? It's what she wanted, right? Yet, why did it feel wrong?

"Your friend is here," Eunseok said, referring to Officer Lee, who was walking towards them.

"Ms. Shim, and?" Officer Lee asked, waiting for Eunseok to speak.

"Nobody," Eunseok smiled. "I won't be staying long; my driver's here," he said and didn't even give Jiwoo a look before he left. It was an awkward parting, and Jiwoo felt horrible.

"Was that your boyfriend?" Officer Lee asked, and Jiwoo didn't say a thing. "Hmm, I'll give you a ride home. I called Mr. Shim about the situation, and he told me to give you a lift."

"Okay," Jiwoo replied and followed the officer's lead to his motorcycle.

#riize #fanfiction #eunseok #sungchan #anton #shotaro #seunghan #sohee #wonbin #kpopfanfiction #beyondthebellschimes

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aajjks · 5 months

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TPOLJK! again because I love him and I love teasing him 😈 😈 😈 😈 like… YN is naturally a radiant person, and became even more so after she saw her mother recover, even though she doesn't have any sexual or shallow relationship like kisses and the like, Yn and JK maintain harmony (sometimes)😏 One day (already living together but in separate rooms) YN gets ready to go to the gym and there she ends up making friends, and together with this boy Sam, who joined the same week as her, they start training together without JK knowing (and not having a guilty conscience because he is a friend and JK and YN are not dating… 👀) YN builds a friendship with him, one day JK catches YN talking on the phone without knowing who it was on the phone he thought it was her mother, UNTIL she mentions a man's name Yn: ok then let's go again tomorrow it was really fun the time passed so quickly -laughter- see you tomorrow Saaaaam~~~ Yn: AH! JUNGKOOK YOU SCARED ME How long have you been there?- on the phone.. it's a friend from the gym… he- what? What do you mean I can't have friends? That wasn't in the contract - and why not? he's nice and kind and we like the same things- oh you're just trying to fight with someone… he's just a friend and I'm not going to deprive myself of having friends -sigh- you need to control your jealousy, I'm not jealous when your secretary who clearly likes you makes comments with sexual appeal… ah… -sighs- jungkook listens to me- he doesn't- ah…. kookie🥺🥺… -holds his face- why are you jealous? Look at you, do you think I'm going to exchange you for him? I may be crazy but I'm not stupid -she caresses his face- you're better than all these guys, you know? -she whispers in his ear- I just want you…💦 -and finally she kisses him for the first time- we can go together, what do you think? and I hope you don't get mad if I get jealous….😏😏😏😏

OKAY LIKE SHE CAN BE JEALOUS TOO! HOW NOT???? A HOT GUY LIKE HIM WHO WOULDN'T BE?/? 😭😭😭😭😭😭 THINKING ABOUT YN BEING JEALOUS AND KISSING JK IN FRONT OF THE SECRETARY AND WHISPERING IN HIS EARS ''YOU ARE MY MAN NOW HE SAYS YOU ARE MINE'' AND HE OBEYED LIKE A PUPPY BECAUSE HE JUST WANTS TO SATISFY HIS OWNER AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

I mean, he would love her, asserting her authority over him, he would secretly love it, and he’s the type to eat popcorn, while the girls fight each other for him, and he will be rooting for yn of course

#ask: tpol!jungkook

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khaleesiofalicante · 2 years

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now welcome to the usual commentary with my weird sense of humour

The little thing, which had been screaming and crying till now, immediately goes quiet in Alec’s arms.

i love how in every universe baby whisperer alec is canon

A cherry red suit.

A red suit with a baby blue shirt on the inside, the blue material just peeking out in the middle. It’s all very teasing.

i have the feeling its this one right alskjdkjkjkj he doesnt wear the hardness because alec already lost his mind during the photoshoot Magnus didn't need to lose his too

Alec’s blue eyes widen. Magnus sees him clench his fists to the side, his eyes moving up and down. Slowly. They look at the blue glitter on the chest, peeking through the lapels of the red jacket. Then they travel further down, at Magnus’ bare legs.

hes doing this for the hoe (alec and us) i know it

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, why don’t you fuck off?” Magnus asks, the anger spilling out of him. “Don’t fucking talk about power when all you’ve done is abuse it to make people feel miserable. And don’t you ever fucking threaten my husband again. Alec is going to become the governor and he is going to serve the people of this state better than you ever could. Make your peace with it or fuck off.”

He grabs Alec’s hand and walks out of the mansion angrily.

no sorry for my behavior but angry!magnus is hot, yeah i said what i said, protecting his husband and all that, sue me

Max is wearing a bright orange shirt and red t-shirt inside and green shorts and a purple scarf – and then a red cap for some reason.

fashion icon

Of course, that’s why he looks so beautiful and soft.

Maybe he wanted to look young and soft and pretty for her.

Of course.

SCREECHING HALT FREEZE FRAME AUDIENCE SCREAMING BOOING DROPPING POPCORN TO THE FLOOR magnus are you seeing this shit how the fuc-

He doesn’t know what to fucking do now.

a mood honestly

“I, uh, I miss the Chairman,” Alec says instead.

“Oh,” Magnus says.

is this what i think it is is this what do i detect a tablespoon no a can of pining????!! in this economy?!?!?! unbelievable

Alec pulls back first.

Because he knows if he doesn’t now, he never will.

Because he knows, it will hurt – just a little – if Magnus pulls back first.

um????? emotional maturity??? and angst??? in this household????

“I was wondering if you could tell me how to navigate this,” Alec asks. “I want the skills. But I don’t think I’m ready to go to therapy just yet. I...I don't want to do it alone. But I want to work on myself to help my family. So…what do I do?”

*wake up from nap* alec lightwood just sprout something very him and very mature and thoughtful for his family again i cant sleep because of that bitch honestly

“Because helping Magnus meant I would be helping more than one person,” Luca smiles. “I knew it the moment I met him. He is the kind of person who gives as much as he takes. I knew everything I give him, he will give to someone else. That’s the best kind of client. The one who doesn’t just grow but helps other people grow with him.”

oh OH OHHOHOHO

“I think there is very little Magnus wouldn’t do for you,” Luca points out, his face solemn.

except for eating raisins i dont think theres any more limitation

“You said you missed him,” Magnus says, holding Chairman Meow in his hands. "Here. You can keep him."

what did i just say

“Oh, this is temporary,” Magnus says immediately. “I want him back.”

let this be foreshadowing let this be foreshadowing let this be foreshadowing- this may not be foreshadowing for magnus wanting alec back but i badly want it to be hhggghhhhhh

“Just when I think I know you, you always find a new way to surprise me,” Magnus smiles. “Don’t stop, okay?”

*chuck down this sentence into my brain like im dying and this is water* love this need this obsess over it

song rec: how to get the girl by ts. go get your alexander magnus. i dont idk i respect your decision but it would be cool if you do

OMG NOT THE COLLAR THING (tis sexy tho rip alec)

Thank you! I loved this!

Also I'm vibing to TS in this powercut while fighting mosquitoes so thanks for the rec!!!!! (I'll pass it to alec :P )

#tlnd

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god-whispers · 2 years

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oct 9

if i had my life to live over by erma bombeck

if i had my life to live over.......

i would have talked less and listened more.

i would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained and the sofa faded.

i would have eaten the popcorn in the 'good' living room and worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace.

i would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth.

i would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.

i would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage.

i would have sat on the lawn with my children and not worried about grass stains.

i would have cried and laughed less while watching television and more while watching life.

i would have shared more of the responsibility carried by my husband.

i would have gone to bed when i was sick instead of pretending the earth would go into a holding pattern if i weren't there for the day.

i would never have bought anything just because it was practical, wouldn't show soil or was guaranteed to last a lifetime.

instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, i'd have cherished every moment and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was the only chance in life to assist God in a miracle.

when my kids kissed me impetuously, i would never have said, "later. now go get washed up for dinner."

there would have been more "i love you's"... more "i'm sorry's"

but mostly, given another shot at life, i would seize every minute ... look at it and really see it ... live it ... and never give it back.

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a few of the older people may remember erma bombeck from years back. that's what she had to say. would you like to know what i would say (me and the singer dallas holmes)? i consider every day not spent for my Lord is less than it could be.

if i had it to do all over again i’d serve Jesus everyday of my life for i’ve found he alone can really satisfy and deliver me from all sin and strife

yes, it’s Jesus, the only one Jesus, God’s only Son yes it’s Jesus that set my soul free and it’s Jesus Christ that’s coming back for me

so if you’re looking for life stop looking right now for it’s Jesus that can give life to you

you don't have to live your life over. you just need to know this is the first day of the rest of your life, and begin now to let Jesus be Lord. Jesus said, "truly, truly I say to you, unless a man is born again, he cannot see the kingdom of God." john 3:7 many people have a head knowledge of Jesus and even confess Him as Lord, but they never bother to go any further. there's no true repentance and turning from their familiar ways.

"not everyone who says to Me, 'Lord, Lord,’ shall enter the kingdom of heaven, but he who does the will of My Father who is in heaven. many will say to Me on that day, 'Lord, Lord, have we not prophesied in Your name, cast out demons in Your name, and done many wonderful works in Your name?' but then I will declare to them, ‘I never knew you. depart from Me, you who practice evil." matt 7:21-23 you must be born again!

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twillightteaparty · 2 years

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Best friend headcanon! part two!

Jamil

Friends who complain together are staying together. Y'all be keeping each other's secrets together, and taking them to your Graves.

You will get to know things that no one else will ever get to know not even his family knows this shit. Kalim could never know the things you do.

His love language is food, you will be well fed for the rest of your life for as long as you are friends. Truly a God's blessing for sure.

On the other side of this double edge sword you are like the only person Jamil accepts any amount of help from. Your also the only person that can give him constructive criticism that does cause him immense amounts of anger

Ruggie

Y'all broke bastards out here. Guess we are being gay and doing crimes, presumably those crimes are mostly tax fraud but don't sweat the details

There is a lot of quoting memes, vines, tictoks and more but very out of context and if one of you starts it the other will finish the joke and it always ends in giggling fits.

On less hectic and more casual days I imagine there is a lot of sitting in silence and just spending time together. Considering you guys are probably over worked and exhausted it's nice to just vibe together.

You better be willing to pull pranks with this man, how else are you expecting this relationship to last? Well the other way is food. You give Ruggie a snack and he's wrapped around your pinkie finger

Cater

You better be coming to tell him everything first, that said he also has all the latest tea to catch you up on. Y'all out here gossiping and day dreaming what can I say.

I imagine many nights are spent painting nails, pampering yourselves, all while eat popcorn and watching movie you both like.

I think it's safe to say that cater will be posting selfies of the two of you all over magicam. Tagged and hash tagged. He always is your number one supporter.

Honestly the best person to study with because it's easy to relax and focus, also his notes are always so easy to follow. Their colour coded and everything.

Azul

You are one of very few people who get to get away with teasing him, do not abuse this power. To be fair I think that could be said for any friendship.

He's a very caring friend and will always go out of his way to always make accommodations for you. You have a headache? Have some appropriate pain killers and a nice cup of soothing tea <3

He'll of course he more than willing to help you study, or perhaps even come up with creative solutions to any problems you may be having. He's incredible to bounce ideas off of.

Unfortunately or fortunately being friends with Azul means being friends with or at least associated with the leech twins. For better and worse.

Idia

You will always be up to date on the latest news, the latest events of whatever show Idia has been watching, the plot twists in his games, even on the latest trends in technology. There are few people he can get himself to talk to, though when he can talk to someone he talks a lot.

He's more than willing to help you study, he may be overconfident in what he knows though. mostly because he finds subjects in school easy and often gets homework done quickly because it doesn't interest him.

if you ever play any game with him it really do be him carrying through the game as he is level 80 + and then like helping you fight everything and helping you get places so you don't have to sprint everywhere or whatever. though no matter what it's always a lot of fun.

y'all have your own discord server or something where you guys trade news, memes, and joke around. it's perfect for streaming movies so you don't have to hike his dorm room every time. or hang out in VC as you guys do your own thing and listen to music together.

Part one / part two /

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Me continuing my best friend's headcanon series no one asked for, more likely than you thought. to be fair, The first one probably wasn't all that great but whatever I don't care.

Regardless, I hope everyone enjoyed the post.

Signed, Admin Tea

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specialagentsergio · 3 years

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side effects may vary

summary: An unexpected side effect brings you and Spencer closer—literally—when he’s prescribed a medication to help relieve his chronic nightmares.

pairing: spencer reid x gn!reader

category: fluff

content warnings: prescription drug use, one small sexual reference, discussion of tornadoes (spencer gives a small infodump)

a/n: i wrote this for @imagining-in-the-margins‘ “there was only one bed” event. when i saw the “medication makes someone sleepy” prompt, i had to take it, because this happens to me regularly lol.

word count: 2k

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It’s become a habit for you and Spencer: every Friday night you can, the two of you get together and watch a movie or show. It’s always at your place because he doesn’t have a TV, but he doesn’t mind—you have the better couch anyways. He thinks he could stay on it forever, especially on the nights where you don’t watch anything at all and talk for hours instead.

He made the mistake of mentioning this Friday night tradition to Morgan once. He’d questioned just why, exactly, Spencer liked going over to your place so much. Spencer hadn’t realized Derek was teasing him until he’d already come up with the lame excuse of your couch being really comfortable.

Morgan had chuckled. “I think it has less to do with the couch and more to do with the person who owns it, kid.”

He was right, of course, but was Spencer going to admit his silly little crush? Absolutely not. Especially not to Derek. He just continued going to your place every Friday, stubbornly ignoring the smirks and eyebrow wiggles sent his way from the man.

It’s one such night a few months later when an alarm on his phone goes off, making you both jump. He nearly spills the popcorn everywhere in his scramble to turn it off. “Sorry. It’s—wow, it’s nine already.” As usually happens when he’s with you, he’s lost track of time. It’s why he set the alarm in the first place.

“You have somewhere to be?” you ask.

“Um, no. I just…” he trails off, leaning forward to dig through his satchel at his feet, searching for the white paper bag he picked up from the pharmacy earlier in the day.

You don’t ask aloud, raising an eyebrow instead. It’s you providing him with an out—you’ll let him pretend he didn’t see it if he doesn’t want to answer the question.

He sighs, pulling the little orange bottle out, a prescription from the psychiatrist you’d coaxed him into seeing. “It’s just, uh… it’s supposed to help with, y’know… dreams,” he explains quietly.

“Nightmares,” you clarify.

“Yeah. That’s what the alarm was for.” He pops the cap and looks at the little pills inside. “To remind me.”

“We can finish this later,” you say with a gesture towards the TV. “It’s okay if you need to leave.”

He shakes his head. “She said to take it a few hours before bed. There’s plenty of time to finish.” Not that he cares that much about the show. He just doesn’t want to cut his time with you short.

“The bottle says it can make you drowsy, though,” you say, pointing out the little flap on the side of the bottle he hadn’t noticed.

“It won’t,” he dismisses nearly immediately, shaking a dose out into his hand.

“You can’t know that.”

“I’m a chronic insomniac. I’ve tried medication before. It doesn’t work,” he says firmly.

“If you say so,” you say, unconvinced.

“I do.”

“Just don’t say I didn’t warn you.” The words on their own typically imply annoyance or resignation, an insistence that the speaker knows better, but from you, all he can detect is amusement. And if he didn’t know better, he’d say your slight smile conveyed affection.

“Oh, I won’t,” he replies confidently, and takes the dose with a sip of water.

That confidence turns out to be misplaced.

It doesn’t happen quickly. You finish watching the current episode and he insists on another. About halfway through it, he starts to feel… different. A little… foggy and unfocused. Any movement he makes feels slow, and his eyelids are getting heavy. Try as he might, he can’t quite keep them open. He’ll rest them for just a minute….

“… encer. Spencer.” Something pokes his arm and he grumbles, shifting away.

“What?”

“It’s over.”

He blinks a few times, slowly reacquainting himself with his surroundings. Credits are rolling on the TV screen; he's about to ask why they look slanted, then realizes it's because he's slumped to the side. He pushes himself back to sitting, a delayed "oh" leaving his mouth. He rubs the sleep from one of his eyes, and catches your expression in the other.

"Shut up."

"I didn't say anything!" you protest but the little laugh punctuating your words gives away what he knew you were thinking: I told you so.

With a sigh, he begins gathering up his things, pulling his bag into his lap and untying his shoelaces so he can put them back on.

“What are you doing?" you ask.

"Um, going home?"

"You can't ride the Metro like this," you say. "You're half asleep."

He tries and fails to suppress a yawn, but still insists, "I'll be fine."

"Spencer, I don't like you riding the Metro this late even when you're totally lucid. You know that."

He does. You often express such worries on your Friday nights, offering to let him stay with you. He always declines. Your couch may be comfortable when he's sitting, but it's not long enough for his legs horizontally.

He also worries about what he might say in his sleep. He's been playfully teased by team members often enough already. The last thing he wants is to ruin your friendship by expressing his feelings for you in his sleep.

He's got one shoe on and is about to put on the other, but you snatch it away. "Hey."

"No,” you say firmly. "You're staying here tonight."

"(Y/N)--"

"Take your shoe off." You flip the TV off, stand, and stretch. "And come to bed."

His mouth drops open a little. Come to bed. Did he really just hear that? You say it like it's the most natural thing. It sounds so...domestic.

He really likes it.

His eyes follow you as you walk to your bedroom. You stop in the doorway and look back to him. "Come on."

He's in a bit of a daze as he walks towards you, not realizing he's still wearing one shoe for a few steps. He clumsily kicks it off, then follows you through the bedroom door and into the adjoining bathroom, where you provide him with a spare toothbrush.

Normally he wouldn't want to share toothpaste with someone. He's even refused to do so a few times on cases when his little travel-sized tube has run out, instead going down to the front desk of whatever place they're staying at for a replacement, no matter how tired he is. But tonight he doesn't even think twice, just takes the tube when you pass it to him. It simply feels...normal, as if you and him do this every night before bed.

I could get used to this.

Spencer's still a little groggy from the medication, so it isn't until he’s standing in the bedroom that he realizes that there’s a problem. "There's only one bed."

"Um, yeah," you reply. "What, did you think I had bunk beds?"

"No, I just..." He's not sure how to explain it when you're pulling back the covers like it’s any other night. "There's one bed... and two of us."

"That's correct. It's a queen. It's made for two people," you point out. You sit down on one side, then pat your hand on the other.

He slowly approaches the bed, but hesitates, twisting his fingers a little. Your expression shifts, and he blinks. Surely that's not a look of disappointment he's seeing?

Your voice is quiet when you speak. "Spencer, if you don't want to share a bed with me, you can just say it."

"What? No!" he exclaims. "That—that's not it at all."

"Okay, then, what is it?"

"The opposite,” he says with a nervous laugh. “I can't believe you want to share a bed with me."

"Why wouldn't I?" You say it so simply; he can hardly believe it.

"Well, because I'm... me," is the reply he comes up with. "I'm annoying, and I talk too much, and my limbs are all long and weird--"

"I don't think you're annoying, Spencer," you interrupt. "We wouldn't be friends if I did."

"Oh. I guess... I guess that's true. But my arms and legs--”

"Are fine,” you reassure.

“I…” He’s a little too out of it still to think of something else. “Well, okay.”

“Since that settled..." You smile up at him. "Would you get into bed?"

He can't help but smile back. "Okay."

You both settle in. Right before you turn off the light, he speaks again. "I talk in my sleep," he says quickly, heat rising to his cheeks. "Just thought you should know.

"So I'm gonna get your fun facts in the night, too?" you ask, the corner of your mouth turning up.

"Maybe." He fiddles with the collar of his shirt. "Derek says every night is a toss up between that or gibberish…”

You laugh. "Noted."

You turn the lights off and silence falls over the room as you both find comfortable positions. The medication definitely hasn't worn off; sleep is quickly approaching him again. He feels a light touch on his arm. It trails down to his wrist. A slight pause, then you're sliding your hand into his. On instinct he winds his fingers through yours. He hears a content sigh right before he drifts off.

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Morning light spilling through the curtains wakes him up. He takes in a deep breath and stretches. He feels amazingly well rested; more than he has in a long time. And he had the best dream about you….

Spencer rolls over, then jumps a little—you're right there next to him, awake and looking at him with a soft expression.

"So it wasn't a dream," he says aloud.

You smile. "No, it wasn't.”

"We slept in the same bed," he says, dumbstruck.

"We did."

"You... held my hand?"

A nod and a bashful smile. “I did."

"Huh." He's quiet as he processes this and gathers his memories together. There's a question that comes to mind, but he doesn't know if he’s brave enough to voice it. Instead, he asks, "Did I sleep talk?"

"You did," you reply. "You told me the widest recorded tornado was 2.6 miles wide."

"The 2013 El Reno tornado," he says automatically. "It’s also the second most powerful tornado recorded. It occurred on May 31 of that year. Though it officially ranks as the widest tornado on record, current Doppler estimates of the 1999 Mullhall, Oklahoma tornado indicate that it may have been 4.3 miles wide."

You blink. "That's terrifying."

Spencer winces. "Sorry."

"It's okay." You hesitate a little, biting your lower lip, then slowly reach out and take his hand. Again, his fingers thread through yours perfectly.

He looks down at your joined hands, then back at you. His question from before returns. "What does this mean?" he asks quietly.

"It means..." You take a deep breath. "I like you.”

He frowns. "I know that. That's why we're friends."

"That's not what I meant." You squeeze his hand as if to remind him that you're holding it. "I meant that I like you as more than a friend."

His eyebrows shoot up. “Really?" he squeaks.

"Really," you confirm. "If you don't feel the same, I understa--”

You're cut off by him leaning forward and pressing the lightest little kiss on your lips.

"I like you as more than a friend, too," he says softly.

You give him the most wonderful smile. "Then get back here and kiss me properly."

Spencer obliges. He's never cared less about morning breath.

You scoot closer to him when you break apart and push his limbs around slightly to get into an embrace. "Finally," you murmur into the skin of his neck.

The sensation makes him shiver. “What do you mean?"

"I’ve been trying to get you into my bed for weeks."

He nearly chokes on his own sharp inhale. "I—what?"

"Not like that," you clarify. "I just wanted a good opportunity to confess. I figured you'd be too comfy in bed to run off right after I told you."

“You think I'd run off on you?"

You shrug. “You tend to remove yourself from a situation if your feelings get too intense. It’s not necessarily a bad thing, but in this case, it’s the last thing I wanted to happen, you know?”

"Yeah, I get that,” he says. "I promise not to do it with you, though. About anything.”

You lift your head to look him in the eyes. “Kiss me again."

Spencer does.

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tell me what you thought here!

smut follow up: hands to myself

general taglist: @calm-and-doctor , @spencerreid9

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid fluff #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds self insert #spencer reid #fluff #my fic #thinkin of writing a ~saucy~ companion to this...#also shoutout to clonidine for being the only reason i can sleep regularly ✌

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thewidowsghost · 3 years

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Shy (Wanda Maximoff x Stark!Fem!Reader)

Anon asked:

May I request you writing a fic where Wanda Maximoff trains a new shy avenger who doesn’t laugh a lot and Wanda accidentally finds out that the reader is EXTREMELY ticklish and she thinks it’s very funny and she pins him/her down and tickles the reader to get him/her to laugh and open up to her?

This was so much fun to write!

Thanks to all of you guys who've recently sent in requests!

(Y/n) Stark had to be the shiest person any of the Avengers had ever met, and that hadn't changed when the young woman had joined the Avengers.

Now, the youngest Stark is nothing like her father. Where Tony was loud and obnoxious, (Y/n) is shy and not once had anyone, not even her mother, Pepper, nor her father had once heard (Y/n) laugh.

The young Avenger had only smiled in the presence of someone that wasn't her parents added up to a grand total of three times, and they had all been directed by her godmother Natasha. Once was because Natasha had gotten (Y/n) the exact gift she'd wanted without telling the former assassin. The second has been when (Y/n) was five and she'd left her favorite bear at her parent's house, and Natasha had taken (Y/n) to Build-A-Bear to make a new bear. The third had been the time when (Y/n) was sick - Tony and Pepper were at work like always - and Natasha is tasked with caring for the youngest Stark; Natasha had snuggled with her goddaughter, bring forth the third and last smile Natasha had seen from the girl, a grateful, loving smile that had Natasha cuddling (Y/n) closer.

Then Wanda Maximoff had entered the picture.

At first, (Y/n) had treated the newest Avenger with the same attitude as the other, but after a month or so, (Y/n) had warmed up to the witch.

The two young women are having their twice-a-week movie night when Wanda brushes (Y/n)'s side with a hand as she reaches for the bowl of popcorn.

"I'm sorry!" Wanda says hastily but smiles slightly when she catches (Y/n)'s lips quirks into the slightest smile and she hears the soft giggle escape them. "Oh, the quietest Avenger is ticklish?" Wanda teases, wiggling her fingers playfully.

"No, no I'm not," (Y/n) protests, her slight smile still betraying her.

Wanda grins, tackles (Y/n), and digs her fingers into (Y/n)'s ribs.

"W-wan-nda-a!" (Y/n) laughs, unable to stop herself. "S-st-to-op!" she exclaims, still laughs hysterically.

The door to (Y/n)'s room slams open and five Avengers and a mother are framed in the doorway, staring dumbfounded at the scene in front of them: Wanda straddling (Y/n)'s waist, fingers still dug into (Y/n)'s ribs, and, possibly the strangest part of the situation is the fact that (Y/n) is still laughing.

"I thought someone had died," Pepper says softly.

"This might be stranger though," Tony continues, just as soft as his wife, the six backing out of the room, silently closing the door behind them.

Wanda, still grinning, settles back down on the bed beside (Y/n), and (Y/n) sits up, her cheeks still red.

"Do I win a prize?" Wanda asks teasingly.

"What would you like?" (Y/n) asks, a soft smile creeping onto her face.

"Why do you never smile or laugh?" Wanda asks, turning to study (Y/n) closely.

(Y/n) silently considers the question, a thoughtful expression crossing her face. Then she speaks, "I guess it's because my parents were always at work when I was younger, and I was always left with Nat. Don't get me wrong, I love Natasha, but sometimes I just want to spend time with them. They were just always gone."

Wanda replies curiously, "Why didn't you just tell them?"

"I'm shy, I guess that played a part in it," (Y/n) pauses. "But I guess it's also the fact that I didn't want to disappoint them."

"(Y/n), you're not disappointing anyone, not now, not ever," Wanda says fiercely. "They want what's best for you - making sure you have everything you could ever want."

"Wanda, I-I," (Y/n) falters, notice the emotion behind the witch's words. "Thank you," (Y/n) finally settles with, turning back towards the TV.

(Y/n) leans against Wanda slightly, the popcorn bowl resting in (Y/n)'s lap. The youngest Stark is feeling a lot better with all that she'd told Wanda off her chest.

The next morning, (Y/n) wakes up, determined to make today a good day.

(Y/n) is the first one downstairs, and she's the one who makes breakfast - waffles, pancakes, sausage, bacon, and sliced fruit.

(Y/n) greets Natasha with a warm hug and a stack of waffles with sliced strawberries on top, and the former assassin smiles, (Y/n) returns the smile shyly.

(Y/n) greets the remainder of the Avengers with shy, nervous smiles, and their choice of breakfast.

The atmosphere is a lot more relaxed this morning, (Y/n) thinks as she sits down beside Wanda, and when the witch smiles warmly, (Y/n) returns it.

Wanda is helping (Y/n) clean up the breakfast dishes, the other Avengers having moved into the training room when Wanda turns to ask (Y/n) a question. "(Y/n)?" (Y/n) turns to meet Wanda's gaze. "Would you want to, maybe, only if you want to," Wanda falters as if she's nervous, and (Y/n) smiles reassuringly at the witch. "Would you like to go out with me? It's okay if you don't want to," Wanda asks hastily. "It's up -"

"Wanda!" (Y/n) interupts. "Wanda, I'd love to go out with you."

"Wait, really?" Wanda asks, her eyes wide with disbelief.

"Wanda, you helped bring out a side of myself that even I've never seen before, that was all you," (Y/n) says. "Talking about the thing we talked out yesterday, or," (Y/n) cracks the slightest smiles, "what you forced out of me yesterday, made me realize that, despite what I thought, my parents to want me around."

"I'll pick you up in the lobby at 5'o'clock?" Wanda asks and (Y/n) nods.

"See you soon," (Y/n) says, placing a soft kiss on Wanda's cheek.

At 5'o'clock, (Y/n) and Wanda meet in the lobby of the Compound.

"You look really nice," Wanda tells (Y/n), and the young Stark flushes. (Y/n) is wearing a pair of dark jeans, a mint green t-shirt, a dark green leather jacket that must've belonged to Natasha, and a pair of black tennis shoes.

"I-I, wow," is (Y/n)'s response as she gazes at Wanda. The witch is wearing a black dress with a red leather jacket, and a pair of black, knee-high leather boots.

Wanda chuckles taking (Y/n)'s hand gently in her own before she leads the Stark out to a waiting car - a familiar black Corvette Stingray.

Wanda opens one of the back doors and (Y/n) slides into the car.

"Hello, Miss Stark, Miss Maximoff," says Natasha Romanoff, who Wanda had recruited - not that it took a lot of convincing - to be their chauffeur for the night.

"Oh, hi Nattie," (Y/n) greets her godmother.

Natasha smiles at the girl before she starts the car, driving to their destination.

"This is beautiful," (Y/n murmurs, gazing at all the light strung through the gazebo. "And how'd you figure out all my favorite foods - paprikash, roasted potatoes; beef stroganoff," albeit an interesting assortment of food. "Nattie used to make me a ton of eastern European and Russian dishes when I was younger. You use your powers?"

"I like to ask permission when I use them. I took a guess, and well, Nat helped me a little," Wanda admits. "I also went with a few of my own favorites."

(Y/n)'s phone dings partway through the dinner, and (Y/n) glances apologetically at Wanda before she glances down at the phone beside her plate at the table.

"It's Nattie," (Y/n) says.

Nattie: How's it going 😀 ❤️ Having fun?

Me: Haha ❤️ You've been in on this all day and you haven't told me 🥺 ❤️

(Y/n) glances over to the car and smiles at her godmother, who smiles lovingly in return.

A sleepy (Y/n) rests against Wanda on the quiet ride back to the Compound; Wanda smiles, her green eyes sparkling.

Wanda sends Natasha a grateful smile and walks (Y/n) up to her room.

"I had a really nice time," (Y/n) says with a sleepy smile. "Can we do something tomorrow? Maybe see a movie?"

"I'd love to," Wanda beams.

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